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ris / aliya. 20. tokrev blog - sfw. 16+
sendou atsushi’s boyfriend !!
requests: open | inbox: open
mlist | rules | carrd | self ships
# recents: late | sendou atsushi ; royal pain | ryuguji ken ; romance | matsuno chifuyu
# specials: happily ever afters & forevers collab
# wip: rindou hurt/comfort
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holy shit this place is dry
ris :((( i mISSED YOU
hope you're doing fine! also congrats on 1.5k <3
SUNHEE omg i’m sorry i’m gettin back to this so late I MISS U n thank u MWAH
back from the dead to say thank u for 1.5k <33
“I PAID $500 FOR AN OIL CHANGE” PRANK
character(s): sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, sano shinichiro, haitani rindou, imaushi wakasa, hanma shuji, x gn!reader
notes: thank u tee for supplying me this trend amen
warnings: none
SANO MANJIRO
stares at you with an unwavering smile for a solid three seconds before an unbelieving and clipped “what.” slips out his lips. he gets?? mad? not at you! at the place that charged you $500 for the oil change. he literally grabs his keys and starts putting his shoes on because he wants to ‘have a talk’ with the guy at the shop. you better stop him quick because he’s a man on a mission now. when you tell him you were just joking and that it was a prank, he blinks at you for a few moments before he tries to leave to beat the mechanic up anyways because now he’s aggravated and needs an outlet.
RYUGUJI KEN
is literally in the middle of working on his bike when you tell him, freezes and looks over his shoulder at you like you just started speaking a different language. “you’re joking,” he says as he looks at you, “no fucking way you’d—why the fuck would you go somewhere to get your oil changed? i could do it for you. i can’t believe you’d even—“ yeah, congratulations, you’ve just opened yourself up to a thirty minute lecture. you finally cut him off his tangent to tell him it was a prank and he literally will not talk to you the rest of the day. but he makes you promise to only have him do your oil from now on.
SANO SHINICHIRO
he’s cleaning up his shop after closing hours when you tell him about your expensive oil change and he’s so shocked he drops a wrench on his foot. you nearly forget the prank altogether as you rush up to him to make sure he’s okay. even as he’s wobbling on one foot he’s sputtering, “ya gotta be kidding me. babe, you should’ve called me first to check the prices at least. and i always change your oil for free you know you don’t have to go anywhere else—” you shush him, admitting to the scheme and ushering him to a chair to check out his foot. he makes you baby him as payback.
HAITANI RINDOU
he literally does not say a single word. he just sits there and stares at you, a look of ‘you’re the dumbest fucking person alive are you shitting me right now’ plastered on his face, brows pinched and eyes narrowed. and if the look alone isn’t enough to break you and send you into a spiral of coming clean to your tomfoolery, him holding his hand out and saying, “let me see your receipt,” is. then when you tell him it’s a prank he pulls his phone out, calls shinichiro, and tells him to charge you $500 for your next oil change. it’s rin’s money you use anyways, but it doesn’t make you any less pouty.
IMAUSHI WAKASA
“you did what?” is the first thing that comes out of his mouth as soon as you tell him, his expression morphed into confusion. “and you only got your oil changed?” you nod and he blinks, then he’s standing up from the couch and looking for his shoes. “what’s the name of the shop?” he’s distracted as he asks it, and you catch the mumbled curses of ‘how dare they take advantage of my baby’ under his breath that have you jumping from your seat as well. once you tell him it’s a joke the relief is evident, but his annoyance is too as he pinches your nose. “don’t do that again.” you so do.
HANMA SHUJI
you should know better than to even try this, seriously. “you’re a fucking idiot,” he laughs, damn near cackles actually, as you sit in the passenger seat of his car. then he’s reaching in the backseat under his suit coat for his gun, and you realize you really should know better. for the love of god stop him before he loads the damn thing unless you want an innocent mechanic’s blood on your hands. it’s not even fun because he isn’t even phased when you tell him it’s a prank. he just leans over to pinch your cheek and murmur a, “aw, knew my baby wasn’t that stupid.” please hit him.
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HOME | KAGAMI TAIGA
college au. kagami is... he’s dumb i love him.
“hey, gorgeous.”
“hey, dork.”
the jutting out of the redhead’s lip is immediate as he stops mid way leaning down in front of you, one hand on the table and the other on the back of your seat. you smile, pencil pausing on your paper as you look at him. he glares, you gleam, someone drops a book somewhere off in the library.
“rude. i was trying to be nice.” and he’s still pouting, still bent down in your space and leaned in front of your face. you note how his cheeks are flushed slightly.
“yes and it was cute,” you nod and lean in to kiss the pout away. when you pull back he chases after you, but he’s met with your cheek as you turn your head. “doesn’t mean it wasn’t dorky, though.”
kagami huffs against your cheek, applies a couple sloppy kisses there to retaliate against your remarks, then leans away just enough to grab a chair and pull it next to yours. his hair’s a little wet, hangs stringy in his eyes as he watches you scrub your cheek with a fake grumble. he leans his chin on his hand, lets his free one stay put on the back of your chair.
“how was practice?” you ask, because that’s how this normally goes. you study and do homework in the library after lecture until kagami gets out. then you go back to his frat and help some of them with their homework.
(or laundry, for kuroko. or hair trims, for kise. or object scrounging, for midorima. or regimen scheduling, for aomine. or—well, you get the picture).
“fine. did another one on one with aomine.”
his thumb brushes against your back, traces tiny circles into your spine. it’s a subconscious sort of action, one you expect without knowing that you really do. you lean back in your seat. he splays his hand between your shoulders, runs his fingertips up and down, leaves the warmth of them in his wake. he’s always so warm, in every aspect; it does well to compliment the heat that swirls your stomach whenever he’s around.
“and how’d that go?” you drop your pencil onto your notebook and reach over to swipe a stray drip of water off the side of his face. he shrugs, momentarily leans into your touch before you pull your hand away to drop it into your lap.
“tied. again,” he frowns, a stupidly adorable kind of thing that makes you want to pinch his cheeks. “tenth time in a row. pisses me off.”
“you’ll get him next time,” you say with a grin, and even as kagami rolls his eyes a tilt of his own tries his lips.
“you always say that.” he picks your pencil up, twirls it in his fingers before dropping it into your bag. a signal he’s ready to go.
“because i always believe it.” you boop his nose with your finger, inwardly fawning over the way he cutely scrunches it after, and start to shove the rest of your things into your bag. “just like how i believe you’re the best player ever. mr. hot shot, you know.”
a smirk twists up his lips, draws them to the side in a devilish little tilt as he leans in close to you before you have a chance to stand up. just inches away from you, so close you can’t tell if the heat between you is from his cheeks or yours. not that it really matters, it’s simply shared like everything else is. mixed in with the things that make up the two of you.
“say that again.”
“no,” you laugh, placing your hand on his face to shove him away.
he simply grabs your wrists, bites at your palm and places kisses on it as he mumbles his request over and over and over. and you’re sure everyone in the library is sick of the two of you’s antics by now, probably mentally berating you to get a room; or at least get the fuck out of the library. honestly, you don’t blame them, but you also can’t say you mind too much either. and surprisingly it’s always kagami who’s quick to leave before he gets too handsy.
“come on, let’s go home. you can tell me how perfect of a player i am there,” he announces—glares at the people who try to shush him—and tugs at your wrist to pull you towards the library’s exit.
and it’s funny, that he uses the term home as if it’s a real place with a cute little fence for just the two of you and not a frat house full of his basketball idiot friends that you technically aren’t supposed to be staying in. it’s innocent, how he says it so freely without any worry for the weight of the phrase, easy smile on his lips and a gentle pull to your hand.
it makes your chest flutter, makes your stomach twist.
“hey, i never said you were perfect,” you correct, waving your finger at him as he takes your bag from you, flinging it over his shoulder before throwing his arm around yours.
“yeah, but it was implied,” kagami waves off, molding you to his side as the two of you begin your trek off campus. “just admit it, you have the perfect boyfriend.”
he’s in a mood, that much you’ve gathered from the ten minutes you’ve spent with him already, and you know there’s no arguing with him like this. so you just nod, reach up to hold the hand hanging off your shoulder, and agree.
“totally perfect. you’re right.”
and as kagami goes on to tell you about how kuroko dyed all his t-shirts pink yesterday in the wash and midorima got in a fight with aomine because he broke his lucky item for the day and how the others accidentally flooded the bathroom on the bottom floor so you’ll have to use the one on the second, you think about how the frat house might not be a real home, but that’s fine.
because kagami is.
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SNEAKY LINK | KUROKO TETSUYA
husband!tetsu. alcohol mention (no active drinking between reader or tetsu). party scene. some poor guy trying to hit on you. slight violence?? probably ooc. not proofread.
this was supposed to be the quiet corner of the party.
well, as quiet as it can get in an overcrowded apartment with crackling speakers turned up to full volume. you were just standing here waiting for tetsuya to get back with your drinks, minding your own business along the wall as you watched kagami do a keg stand across the room to try to beat aomine’s record, the latter and some others booing and cheering for him respectively. the usual.
yeah, it was supposed to be quiet, but there’s some guy standing in front of you that just will not shut up.
and he’s nice—it’s true, but he’s babbling. babbling about any and everything; all of what comes out of his mouth being all about himself. which, one, is most certainly not attractive, and two, is getting old really fast. he’s faking polite, the kind that guys do to engage with you just enough to cover up the fact all they’re trying to do is sneak you off to the bathroom. unfortunately for him though, he’s not your type. and even if he was, you’re not interested.
“and then it was the last ten seconds and we were down by two so i barely got the rebound and—“
“ended up hitting a buzzer beater?” you interrupt, and your cheeks are killing you from the fake smile you have painted on.
inwardly you’re rolling your eyes, because it’s one predictable story after the next from this guy’s glory days, and to be honest you’ve watched enough good basketball that it takes a bit more for you to be impressed. and you’re wondering where the fuck tetsuya is and wishing he’d show up with those drinks already and save you from this conversation.
“well well, look at you. little mind reader,” he smirks, leans in a little closer. the tequila doesn’t mix well with his breath. you crinkle your nose, lean back as much as you can.
your fingers fiddle for your left hand, and you mentally berate yourself for accidentally dropping the missing ring down the sink a week prior. normally, this is where’d you’d subtly—but obviously—display the band on your finger; a silent fuck off to whoever attempted to flirt with you. now, though, it’s been sent to the jewelers. your finger is empty. and your fuck off is about to become not so silent.
“not hardly,” you force a laugh. take a step back. “just easy to guess.”
the guy laughs, way too loud for the quiet corner of the party and right in your face and just.. annoying. your nerves dwindle a little more, chip away at your patience. your eye almost twitches, especially as he tries to lean in even closer.
“well, maybe. by the way, speaking of easy—“
“sorry, kise-kun drank all the lemonade.”
it’s nearly comical how hard the guy jumps at the sudden presence beside the two of you. and you, despite a very slight flinch, have a reaction that is completely and utterly that of relief. your smile is no longer forced as you reach forward to grab the drink tetsuya is holding out to you.
“that’s alright. thanks, babe.” you kiss his cheek, a natural affection that accompanies your gratefulness.
and you can literally see it, the gears turning in the guys head as stares at you. you watch how his eyes dart to kuroko’s hand that’s giving you the drink—his left one, by chance—and then to your side where your left hand hangs. you can tell what he’s thinking, the ring on tetsuya’s hand and the lack of one on yours.
he opens his mouth. you want to bang your head into a wall.
“not too smart trying to be sneaky,” he smiles, loose lipped and crooked, “is a crowded party really the best place to hook up with a married man?”
what little patience you might’ve held within you is absolutely gone in an instant, ripped out of you in the silent gasp that slips through your lips at such an accusation. that fuck off is clawing up your throat, rolling along the bed of your tongue, and about to spew out of your frown tarnished lips.
but suddenly a fist is flying forward accompanied with a harsh clash of skin on skin, and the guy’s mouth is hanging open for a different reason entirely as he grips his jaw with staggering steps back.
“that was rude.”
your eyes dart over to tetsuya, who’s face is as neutral as ever apart from the slight furrow in his brows. his head tips to the side a little and he shakes his fist out just once before he drops it to reach for your fingers. he laces them together, tugging you closer to him as he stares the guy down.
“and you don’t have to be sneaky when the married man is your husband,” tetsuya notes with a hum, giving the guy one more glance before turning away from him entirely. “by the way.”
and if it were anyone else other than your husband leading you away you might’ve thought they were being snarky, a cheeky remark made in jest. but tetsuya is honest in his lack of humor, his little to no sense of it, which almost makes his comment even funnier, since he was absolutely trying not to be. you bite the corner of your lip as he pulls you away, towards the ruckus of the rest of the party and away from your quiet corner that was infiltrated.
“is your hand okay?” you ask as he leads you to one of the beer pong tables, watching a duel between riko and hyuga.
“it’s fine,” he nods, but still lets you lift it up to examine it with your own eyes regardless. “i’m ready for your ring to get fixed.”
“why? don’t like being confused for my sneaky link, hm?” you jibe, teasing little cant to your lips as you poke his side.
tetsuya looks at you—a swirl in his eyes you only see every now and then, very seldom under very specific circumstances—one that makes you feel a little giddy inside. then he’s letting go of your hand, sliding it around your waist and pulling you flush to him as he presses his lips to the side of your head.
“no.”
he squeezes your waist, huffs, ever so slightly, against the side of your face. and this time when he pulls back and you’re able to meet his eyes, a lump loops around your throat and a different type of giddy swirls around your stomach.
“i really don’t.”
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NEVER
character(s): sanzu haruchiyo x gn!reader
notes: this is for @iwasbunny ‘s toxic collab :)) i’m not too sure i rlly like how this turned out but! i had fun writing for sanzu again for the first time in a little bit <3 i’m sorry it’s a few days late!!
warnings: toxic behavior, like sanzu is a real fucking ass, manipulation, gaslighting, pay attention to these warnings
“why’d you do that?”
haruchiyo gazes across the table at you, twirling the straw in his strawberry milkshake with his finger. he looks so sweet, face cradled delicately in the palm of his hand, rosy lips settled in a soft grin, bubblegum bangs falling into his eyes. it makes your chest ache, a conviction settling there without a cause.
there’s never really needed to be a cause with sanzu though, has there?
“do what, love?” he asks, sugar coated tongue perfectly lulling every syllable. he reaches over to trace your fingers on the tabletop and that pit in your chest burrows itself deeper as you nearly flinch away.
“that girl. you—“ it’s hard, swallowing the lump in your throat as you glance down to sanzu’s fingers. biting your cheek, you continue. “you were flirting with her. right in front of me.”
and your boyfriend laughs; full and melodic and light. dismissive, truly, as he raises his fingers from your own to pinch your cheek.
“don’t be silly,” he grins, index and middle finger tapping your cheek before retracting to reach for his shake. “i did no such thing.”
but he did. you swear.
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LATE | SENDOU ATSUSHI
there are a few constants in atsushi’s life.
he takes lunch at 12:15 every day no matter if there is a rush or not and eats at the little noodle shop on the corner of the street. takemichi and the rest of his friends come by interchangeably for cuts at least once or week (or just to annoy the shit out of him while he works). the stray cat outside his apartment window who paws and scratches at it every time he comes home begging to be let inside.
and you.
he’s not really sure when exactly he noticed you, but it feels like he’s known you forever. it’s as he’s closing the salon, locking the door after he’s shut off all the lights and cleaned up for the night, and you walk by. you must be getting off work, because he notices how tired you look—not in a bad way! just a noticeable one—and the way you always stifle a yawn as you wave at him and say hello.
for a while that’s all it is, a coincidence of you walking by on the sidewalk the same time that he’s closing, a brief nod and hello and goodnight just to be polite. he doesn’t know you, hasn’t the slightest idea of who you are, but he thinks he’d like to.
he gets the opportunity one night when he’s late closing up. he thinks he’s missed you, running late on his schedule so surely you’d be gone and passed by now. but no, as he steps out of the salon doors there you are.
no, literally you’re right there as he hits you with the door.
akkun doesn’t think his cheeks have ever burnt so hot or he’s wanted to be swallowed up by the earth more as he watches you clutch your forehead and your things clatter to the ground. what a way to properly introduce himself, he thinks.
“oh my god, i’m so sorry,” he sputters, instantly dropping down to help retrieve your things.
and the universe must hate him—and you—because you bend at the same time and your foreheads slam together.
the both of you fall back on your asses on the concrete, now both clutching your foreheads, items forgotten in front of you. akkun wants to die on the spot, honestly, and opens his mouth to apologize for knocking you upside the head twice—two times more than he had ever planned to—but before he gets the chance you’re bursting out in laughter.
akkun thought it was just your smile that was contagious, but in that moment he learns that your laugh is too as chuckles of his own bubble out of his throat.
“i‘m really sorry,” he breathes in between giggles, palm still pressed to his head as he looks at you, eyes crinkled and warm.
“it’s fine,” you wave off, shaking your head to try to clear out your jumbled brain. “you really knocked me off my feet, huh?”
there’s a halt inside atsushi’s chest, a screeching in his mind that sends him a little dumb and a whole lot dizzy. because not only are you apparently not mad that he knocked you senseless, but you’re even telling jokes? something he’s almost certain is a half assed pick up line?
yeah, he falls in love on the spot.
things change from then on out. it’s no longer just rushed hellos and polite grins thrown at each other in the late of the night. you wave at atsushi as soon as you round the corner and indulge him in small talk as he locks the door. he waits on you—because yes, he’s started watching for you to see if you’ve passed by the salon yet—just so he can spend those few slim minutes underneath the flickering street lamps.
and he, slowly and carefully, works up the courage for what he finally does tonight.
“hey,” atsushi greets, as soon as you come into his line of sight.
tonight, he was lucky. you were running late again, a good fifteen minutes after the time you normally walk by, and he was banking on that all day because he wanted it to be special. as he fidgets with the two drinks in his hand he starts to question whether or not running to the cafe on the corner was a good idea. he’s not even sure you like this drink. shit, what if you were allergic to something in it?
he’s feeling that whole ‘earth please swallow me up’ sensation again.
“hey,” you smile, but it’s tired and your eyes don’t crinkle up all the way. a long day, akkun knows the feeling. “how was work, atsushi?”
you can’t see it because of how dim the lights are but a flush rises to his cheeks. atsushi, you say, and you have no idea what it does to him. he’s probably the only person who’d find it more flustering to have his crush call him by his real name rather than a stupid childhood nickname. but hearing it from you? it makes his tummy feel funny.
“oh, you know. same old same old,” he shrugs, mirroring your grin. he looks down at his hands out of habit, a nervous little tick, and remembers the drink in his hand. instantly, he holds it out to you, cheeks reddening even more. “here, i got you, uhm..”
“oh!” and your eyes light up in the way akkun absolutely loves as you reach for it without a single ounce of hesitation. “that’s so sweet of you. thank you.”
“it’s no problem, really. just wanted to do something to—for! for you.” atsushi bites his tongue, mentally kicks himself as he stands there on the sidewalk outside his salon, and wishes he had a single ounce of smooth talk in his body.
but suddenly you’re taking a step closer to him and your hand is pressing to his chest and you’re leaning in real close and, oh.
you kiss his cheek, and he thinks he might pass out.
“thank you,” you repeat, taking a sip from it and sending a smile up to him that has his knees going weak and his head floating a mile high. he’s sure there’s hearts in his eyes like some cheesy little cartoon. “i love it.”
“i love you,” akkun mumbles, then freezes, and you laugh as he closes his eyes and sputters over himself. “oh my god no. no i didn’t mean it like that. that’s not what i—oh my god.”
“hey hey, don’t worry about it,” you wave off, and your hand is still on his chest. his heartbeat hammers beneath it as he looks down at you, chewing the edge of his lip. “you’re really cute, atsushi.”
“thank.. you?” he rubs the back of his neck, lips a sheepish tilt.
“you’re welcome.” finally, you drop your hand off his chest and for a second akkun’s heart drops to his feet at that. but then your fingers brush his, and he finds himself looking down nervously right at them. “so, walk with me?”
atsushi’s nodding before he even fully registers your question, eyes following you as you walk past and start heading down the sidewalk. you make it a few steps before looking over your shoulder, head canted to the side as you laugh out a ‘coming?’ to his still little figure. he’s bolting into action so fast he nearly trips over his own feet and you bite your lip to stop the giggle that threatens to bubble out.
it takes a whole three blocks before atsushi even realizes he’s walking the entire opposite direction of his apartment and this most certainly wasn’t what he had planned for tonight.
but when you thank him at your doorstep and lean in to kiss more than just his cheek?
he has no complaints in the slightest.
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ITS MY BABY AKKUNS BIRTHDAY ITS HIS BIRTHDAY IM BAKING HIM A CAKE WE R GONNA GO SEE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS N KISS IN THE CAR LIKE GIGGLY HIGHSCHOOLERS I LOVE HIM ITS HIS BIRTHDAY
i am in love have i said i’m in love have i said how much i love my bf have i said that i love him have i said that i’m in love have i
[ 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ] — 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍)
for @myakkun ‘s happily ever after & forevers collab
notes: pregnant! reader / afab! reader
draken hates the pregnancy pillow.
he hates it with a passion that burns throughout depths so deep, he’s unsure how he’s put up with it for so long. and by so long, it’s really only been a few days, but your bed doesn’t really allow much room for him with the giant pillow, therefore he’s stuck in the guest room.
and he hates it. he wants to hold you in his arms and feel your warmth, he wants to kiss your lips goodnight as your eyes close slowly, he wants to rub your belly and feel your baby kick, and he wants to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—but mostly, he really just wants to be there, just so he can make sure himself that you’re okay.
because that’s his job, and this is his family. his. he’s never had one—not like this anyway. it’s the homely kind where he gets to come to a house and listen to sock-clad feet run to him, the kind where saturdays are reserved for movies and dinners and evening strolls in the park. he’s always wanted one, and he’s so, so close to making it a reality. but the tiniest part of his brain in the far back corner whispers that it’s all too good to be true.
and he wants nothing more than for it to be true, and he wants to be there to watch over you so he can make sure of it, but the damned pillow coming in the way makes that a tad bit difficult.
“goodnight, kenny,” you murmur, settling into bed against the large cushion. “see you in the morning.” draken fights the urge to toss it out the window, lips curling into a tiny pout as he eyes the cramped bit of free space beside you.
“ah...i think...i think i’ll stay in here tonight,” he mumbles. “it’s cold in that room.” frowning, you tilt your head in confusion.
“cold? isn’t that room usually warmer than—”
“well, i hate it in there,” he blurts. and he almost kicks himself, instantly regretting the words when he sees the look on your face. you’re too good for this world, too good for him, too good to be staring at him with guilt in your eyes.
“do you want me to get rid of the pillow?” you ask quietly, and to his dismay, he hears you sniffle. panic sets in.
“n-no! baby, of course not. if it helps you sleep better, that’s all i care about. you’re carrying my baby, after all. don’t...don’t worry your pretty little head over—”
“why didn’t you tell me? now i feel awful,” you say with teary eyes. his own eyes widen, and he stares at you, unsure of how to fix what he’s started. your lips wobble slightly, and his composure cracks a little.
“‘s not on you, babe, i—”
“i’m...i’m the worst aren’t i?” you pout, voice cracking as you stare at him sadly, “just so selfish. you can’t sleep in our bed cause of me.” and he knows this isn’t really you speaking, he knows your emotions are a bit out of tune right now, but he can’t help but take even the smallest of your woes seriously.
“no,” he sighs. “no, of course not. you’re the best,” he says gently, sitting beside you and cupping your face with his large hand, rubbing over your cheek with his thumb. “you’re an angel. carrying our baby, lookin’ all pretty, still taking care of me when you should be relaxing” he murmurs. “you’re perfect.”
“best you ever had?” you sniffle hopefully. he chuckles, nodding.
“best of the best.”
“so that means you’ve had plenty before me, huh?” you raise a brow, and he sighs, preparing himself to stay calm as your mood shifts. but he thinks he likes you this way, pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy—because you’re pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy and his.
“i knew that i wanted to see you round and pregnant with my child the moment i laid eyes on you,” he nods with faux seriousness, “never felt that with anyone else.” you giggle, rolling your eyes, and even though he chuckles, he sags slightly in relief.
“that’s perverted ken,” you snort.
“no, it’s dedicated,” he grins. and his hand lays gently over your bump, robbing soft circles over it as he stares down admiringly.
draken’s never been soft. he’s rough around the edges, and sometimes he says things rather tersely, but he’s love. in its rawest form, he is love. it’s his nature to care, and the annoying texts he sends constantly to check if you’ve drunk enough water, and the stupid way his hand hovers over corners of tables when you approach even if you’re a few feet away, and the way he sleeps in the hellish empty little guest room just so you can be comfortable are all ways he proves that through and through, draken is love.
he’s your love, and he loves you.
“would you like to spend the night in here? with me?” you ask.
“i think you mean us,” he corrects. “my little man is here too,” he leans down, pressing a delicate kiss to your belly.
“it could be your little girl,” you point out with a roll of your eyes. “but fine, would you like to join us in bed tonight?”
“what about your pillow? ya don’t need it?” he asks hesitantly. you shake your head, smiling gently as you sit up and set it down on the floor.
“not if you hold me,” you murmur.
“well, if you insist,” he hums happily, instantly crawling into bed beside you, “could never deny you.” you roll your eyes, chuckling quietly, and he chuckles too. and soon, you’re both laughing in synch—happy and together and ready for the grueling realities of parenthood. he holds you in his arms, kisses your lips, and rubs a hand over your belly to feel your baby kick, ready to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—just like he’s been wanting to. “and by the way, i’m definitely having a little man.”
a/n: i am two hours late to submitting BUT technically this is my second submission, and my first was the first in the whole collab
im a bit scared to ask, but are you okay??
LMAOAODHDBD yeah i’m fine i was jus pissed off earlier but i’m good now i’m great cool calm n collected baby jus ridin the wave
Baby, Oh Baby!
A/n: for @myakkun 's happily ever Afters and forevers Collab! Mitsuya x afab!reader, sfw. May possibly be prequel to this.
WC: 300 something ish. Idk I didn't check.
TW: pregnant reader?
Yellow walls with pictures among pictures all hung and framed. A bookshelf with every book the library a couple blocks down sent you every month sitting neatly on the shelves- a subscription upon Takashi’s request, because “books fuel dreams,” and he didn’t want his baby to miss out. A closet filled to the brim with clothes he had especially made just for his child, with dresses and skirts and pants and shirts, all made by him. A lamp with a dim bulb that hardly glowed- just soft enough for a baby to fall asleep fast with, but not harsh enough to keep them awake.
And now, you watched him as he pulled yet another tab open on his laptop, seemingly ordering toys.
“Do you think they’re more of a fan of plushies? Oh! Maybe they’re a train kid- I was a bit of a train kid myself. You played with puzzles and dolls right? Actually, I’ll just get them all.”
Watching him ramble on, you grabbed his arm before he could click ‘purchase’.
Turning to you, your husband looked baffled.
“Why’d you stop me? This was a good deal!”
“We don’t even know the gender of the baby, my love. It’s been barely a month.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t be prepared though.”
Grabbing a magazine,Takashi flipped through it fast, then pointed to an article.
“1 in 10 parents aren’t prepared for children- we gotta act fast and be ready Y/n!”
“Takashi, we’ve already got the nursery set up, and it’s already filled with stuff we might not even use. ---, Takashi sighed before turning to you, setting the magazine down and placing a hand on your stomach, smiling softly.
Again, he stopped, looking up at you.
“Are you getting cravings yet?”
“What?”
“What about your parents- are they excited? Disappointed? Mildly upset-”
You interrupt him fast, pressing a finger to his lips, and kiss his cheek. Looking him in the eye, you take a deep breath.
“Takashi. You were THERE. YOU were the one who told them.”
“I know, I know,I-” He tugged at his hair- “ I know.”
“You don’t sound like you know.”
"Baby, I.. I'm just really really nervous..." Playing with his fingers, Takashi looked at you, pulling you close and pressing his head against your stomach.
"I wanna be a good dad. This baby is everything, Y/n."
A smile formed on your lips, and your fingers tingled at his words. Takashi was never a 'mushy' person. In fact, it was as if you two had switched roles, as if HE was the one feeling the hormones changing. Taking a hand to his hair, you kiss the crown of his head.
"Taka, you're gonna be wonderful. Already so eager. So ready. I couldn't ask for more."
"You think so?"
"I know. Just like you know."
"Baby...oh, baby.."
