#terushima fluff

[adoringhaikyuu]

wait omg i love ur stuff, can u mayyybe do one of the “they think you’re pregnant” ones for terushima, iwa, suga and ukai ?? <3

THEY THINK YOU'RE PREGNANT | 4

characters: iwaizumi + sugawara + terushima + ukai + (gn!reader)

warnings: none, but all of the boys are -for- having babies in this!!

notes: this is probably the last one of these i'll do + this has literally taken me so long (3 years) to find inspiration for the last 3 scenarios ahh

 part one / part two / part three / part four

iwaizumi feels like you're hiding something from him. he doesn't know how to explain it, call it his intuition. but he feels like there's something you're not telling him, and for some reason––aka oikawa, he thinks you're pregnant.

"well if you ask me, iwa-chan, it sounds like y/n might be pregnant."

iwaizumi almost choked on air when his best friend uttered those words. was it true? was he really going to be a father? surely you would have told him, right? why wouldn't you? did you think he'd react badly? did you not want to raise a family with him?

oikawa went on, knowing his friend would get too caught up in his thoughts if they stayed in silence.

"took you long enough anyway, i've been waiting to be your kids' favorite uncle." he waved a hand playfully, "and yeah you'll be wonderful parents too, i'm sure."

that made iwaizumi's familiar oikawa-induced scowl return, earning the volleyball player a half-hearted smack on the back of the head.

iwaizumi's gait slows as he walks into your bedroom, noticing you snuggled in the covers, on your phone. when you notice him you quickly smile and greet him, opening your arms for him to give you a hug and he absentmindedly obliges, his body working on it's own through muscle memory. just the sight of you has him feeling tingly and warm.

you can tell he's not fully there when he pulls away, an almost distant look in his eyes that brings a bubble of concern to your stomach. "are you alright?"

you place a hand on his cheek and he leans into it, tilting his head, his eyes cast down as he sits next to you and wraps his arms around your waist.

his voice is small when he speaks up. "you know you can tell me anything, right?"

you frown, "of course. why?"

you tilt your head to catch his eye and he finally looks up, a hesitant and somewhat fearful look in his gaze. it's not that he was scared that you were pregnant, no. it's that he was worried you wanted to keep it from him.

his hand subconsciously drifted closer to your stomach. "are you pregnant?"

you froze and blinked once, your hand dropping from his face in shock. you don't know what you were expecting but it wasn't that. "wh––no? haji i would have told you if i was. where is this coming from?"

suddenly an embarrassed blush rose to his cheeks as his eyes widened. "uh i don't––" he sighed and let his head drop down, his voice stooping to a mumble. "shittykawa."

you raised a brow, letting out a breath of laughter that brought a smile to his lips. "trust me when i say i would tell you before oikawa if we were having a baby."

iwaizumi nodded, wanting nothing more than to hide his face. so he did, playfully tackling you, the smile on his face widening when you let out a surprised yelp mixed with a laugh as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close.

you quickly melted into him, wrapping yourself around him, tangling your legs together in the bed.

his voice was partly muffled as he spoke up, "guess i'll have to tell crappykawa he won't be an uncle as soon as he thought. poor guy was excited too."

you paused, your hand mindlessly playing with his hair. "...i mean...maybe he could be."

iwaizumi's breath hitched and he raised his head to look at the sheepish smile on your face. "yeah?"

you nodded. "yeah." you shrugged, "i'm ready if you are."

his heart started to beat faster, swelling with love as he leaned in to give you a sweet kiss. "i've been ready, doll."

sugawara has had an extra pep in his step all day. he woke up earlier than you to use the bathroom and when he slid back under the covers, you spoke up in your sleep, mumbling.

"mm need to tell...koshi...bout the baby."

his eyes widened, heart rate picking up as he stared at you. should he wake you up? should he call daichi? he was too excited he didn't know what to do.

he kissed you on the cheek and turned on his side to watch you with a smile on his face. he started thinking about what life was going to be like with a mini you with cute chubby cheeks.

he ended up not being able to fall back asleep, so he got an early start to his day. when you finally woke up later, he had already pretty much had a full day, prepping to be the best dad and partner during your pregnancy. he stocked up on all your favorite snacks and ingredients for your favorite meals, along with a bouquet with your favorite flowers. he was also wearing your favorite outfit on him, his softest hoodie for you to cuddle into.

he also made your favorite breakfast, you realized as you walked into the kitchen, a loving smile growing on your face. "kou what's all this for?" you immediately walked into his arms, nuzzling into the fabric of his hoodie. you looked up at him with hearts in your eyes.

"just wanted to remind you how special you are to me, and that i'll always take care of you."

"aw baby."

"so uh is there anything you wanna tell me?" he looked at you hopeful, a smile on his face.

you perked up and his smile widened. "oh, thank you baby, really. you're so sweet to me." you squeezed him tighter.

his smile faltered slightly. "anything else?"

you tilted your head. "um, i love you?"

"i love you too babe." he laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "nothing uh...nothing else?"

your brows furrowed, an unsure smile on your face. "i don't think so?"

"you know you can tell me anything, right? especially if it's about us?"

"yeah of course i do. but i don't know what you're talking about?"

"the...the baby?"

you blinked. "whose baby?"

he blinked back. "...ours?"

"we don't have a baby...?"

"i thought...i thought we were having one?"

"...why?"

"you said...in your sleep this morning you said you had to tell me about the baby." he smiled, embarrassed. "and now i'm realizing you were probably just mumbling nonsense." he laughed. "sorry babe."

"aw kou," you pouted, both at how cute he is and how thoughful he is to have done all this for you. "you seemed so excited."

he kissed your cheek, smiling "yeah, but i can wait."

you bit your lip. "hm, well maybe...you don't have to wait that long? if you're ready."

he beamed at you, eyes tearing up, heart swelling with love for you. "i've been ready, love."

terushima was seeing signs everywhere. he had a strong suspicion that you were pregnant, and he always trusted his gut.

you'd been moody, clingy sometimes and then absolutely disturbed by his presence within a split second. and then there's the food––

"yujiii"

he came tentatively into the room, slightly afraid. "yes, my love?"

"i'm really craving the sushi from that one place we tried last time."

"the place all the way across town?"

you started to pout, tears forming in your eyes.

"no no no, hey hey, it's okay! we can just order, yeah?"

smiling, you nodded and beckoned him over for a hug. "thank you baby."

he came into your arms, basically sighing in relief. nuzzling into your neck, he mumbled, "this baby's really putting me through the ringer, but i know it'll all be worth it."

you stiffened and he immediately tensed, holding his breath. he didn't mean to say that out loud.

he tried to keep you close but you managed to pull back and look at him. "baby?"

"well yeah..." he looked down to your stomach and back into your eyes.

your eyes narrowed, your left one starting to twitch. "i'm not pregnant."

slowly, he started to back up, eyes wide. "oh–i just..."

"i'm on my period, dumbass!"

he almost tripped on the rug behind him and ran for the door. "i'm gonna order your food baby okay! forget what i just said!"

ukai wasn't a superstitious man. but something about his dream last night was making him think you were pregnant. mainly because you were pregnant in the dream.

he walked into the living room and leaned against the wall as naturally as he could, though he felt more awkward than ever for some reason, glancing at you on the couch and looking away again and again. how should he ask this?

"have you ever thought about what it'd be like if we had one of those little shits running around the house?" he cringed internally, probably not like that.

your brows furrowed in confusion, "you mean a dog?"

a flash of irritation crossed his face, moreso at the fact that he phrased his question so poorly. what was he thinking?

"n-no not like a dog. like...a little minion, you know?"

you tilted your head, even more confused. "a minion?"

he sighed, exasperated "yeah, you know. like...like a kid. our kid."

your brows raised in surprise. "oh––well..." you paused for a moment. "i mean, of course i have."

"i think you're pregnant." he facepalmed in his mind.

"...what?" you looked around, not quite knowing what to think.

he simply nodded, convinced.

"are you saying i've gained weight?"

his eyes widened in panic and he crossed the room in two steps, coming to sit next to you on the couch. "no! no, of course not babe."

"well...then why do you think that?"

"i uh..." he scratched the back of his neck, looking around. "i had a dream."

"a dream?"

"yeah." he looked at you, curious. "have you had any dreams recently?"

"not that i remember..." you looked at him weirdly, slightly concerned by your boyfriend's strangeness. "what happened in your dream?"

"you were pregnant."

you blinked at him. "okay..."

he simply looked at you like you should understand where he was coming from.

"and how did dream you react?"

he placed his chin between his thumb and pointer finger, looking up as he tried to recall. a small smile appeared on his face, "well, i was pretty happy, pretty sure i almost had happy tears." he laughed, almost fondly.

you couldn't help but let a little smile slip at your ridiculous boyfriend. "kei, did you ever stop to think maybe your brain's trying to tell you that you want a baby?"

his lips parted in shock as he looked back to you, eyes blank, blinking as his brain recalibrated. "well...huh, maybe you're right babe."

your smile grew, "i'm always right."

he rolled his eyes playfully, a smirk on his face. "yeah, yeah."

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[showhay]

fireworks

— there’s no kind of subtlety in terushima’s blood.

terushima yūji x f!reader

c: fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff

he was so cute in the anime, not in his first appearance though. i wanted to pummel him.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

terushima yūji wasn’t exactly known for subtlety. in fact, subtlety had probably packed up its bags and left his personality years ago, waving goodbye with tears in its eyes because the boy just couldn’t tone anything down. he was flashy, loud, shameless, and if he wanted the world to know something, he would make the world know it.

and right now, the thing he wanted the world to know was this: you were his girlfriend. not just a little bit his, not in some quiet hand-holding way, not in a “we’ll whisper about it in the corner of the gym” kind of way. no, you were his everything, and everyone else needed to get that through their thick skulls.

you should have known something was off when he refused to let you leave school right away after practice. instead, he kept tugging you toward the courtyard with this smug little grin on his face, hair slicked back like he’d just walked off the set of some questionable teen drama where he played the bad boy with a good heart.

“yūji,” you muttered, tugging on his sleeve, “why are we still here? it’s late.”

“patience, babe,” he said, bouncing on the balls of his feet like he was seconds away from sprinting across the field. “just, like, give it ten more seconds. i promise it’s gonna be sick.”

you narrowed your eyes. with terushima, “sick” could mean anything from “look, i bought you your favorite snack” to “look, i just spray-painted our initials on the principal’s car.” there was no middle ground.

then the first explosion went off.

you jumped, clinging to his arm instinctively, and he immediately wrapped an arm around your waist like this was all perfectly timed—like the universe itself was working for him.

“oh my god,” you whispered, watching as sparks exploded into the night, bright and golden against the dark sky.

but then, as the fireworks continued, your jaw nearly dropped to the ground. because this wasn’t just random colors and sparkles. no—this was letters.

your letters.

“why,” you said slowly, almost scared of the answer, “are there fireworks spelling my name outside the school?”

terushima beamed, as proud as a kid who’d just finger-painted the mona lisa. “because everyone needed to know you’re TAKEN.”

you blinked and jokingly asked. “…by who?”

he gasped, pressing a hand to his chest like you’d just wounded him. “by me, duh. who else would it be? oh—wait, don’t miss the finale. check it out!”

the last burst lit the sky in one giant blaze of colors, and you could’ve sworn your soul left your body for a second. the letters burned bright and shameless:

“Y/N + YŪJI 4EVER.”

your mouth hung open, and you turned slowly to him. “you—how—what possessed you—”

“romance, obviously,” he cut in, grinning so wide it looked like his face might split in two. “look at that. that’s eternal love, baby. sky-high. literally.”

you pressed both hands to your face, torn between laughing, crying, and calling the fire department. “yūji, what if the principal sees this? what if the police—”

“oh, relax. i got it all covered.”

“you paid someone to do this, didn’t you?”

“technically,” he said, with the kind of tone that immediately made you suspicious. “but i also might’ve kinda sorta learned how to set off fireworks from youtube tutorials, soooo…”

your heart dropped. “yūji. please tell me you didn’t—”

“babe,” he said seriously, holding your shoulders, “sometimes love requires risks. like, if i get expelled, it’s fine. i’ll just show up outside your house every day with flowers. they can’t stop me.”

your brain short-circuited. “you’d risk expulsion?!”

“worth it,” he said immediately, without a single flicker of hesitation. “i mean, look at you. you’re literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me. school? volleyball? all of that’s cool, but you? you’re, like… olympic gold medal level. hall of fame. no competition.”

you couldn’t even be mad anymore. your cheeks were burning, your chest aching, and you hated how much you adored this ridiculous boy.

“you’re crazy,” you whispered, but your voice cracked with affection.

“crazy for you,” he shot back, winking so shamelessly that you wanted to shove him.

instead, you buried your face into his chest, and he practically melted, wrapping you up in a hug so tight it felt like he was trying to fuse the two of you together forever.

“seriously though,” he murmured into your hair, softer now, “you don’t get it. i just… i want everyone to know you’re mine. i don’t ever want anyone thinking they’ve got a chance. because they don’t. not while i’m here.”

he pulled back, eyes locked onto yours, and for once, he wasn’t joking or grinning like a fool. he looked dead serious, and your heart stuttered.

“you’re mine,” he repeated quietly. “and i’m yours. forever. i’ll set the whole damn sky on fire if i have to.”

you swallowed hard, trying to breathe normally again. he was ridiculous, impossible, exhausting—

and he was yours.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the next morning, the entire school was buzzing. whispers in the hallways, laughter echoing down corridors, people shoving their phones in your direction with blurry photos of your name exploding across the night sky.

and of course, terushima strutted through it all like a king. his arm was slung over your shoulders, chin tilted up, grin dazzling.

“yeah,” he said loudly, not even pretending to be subtle. “that was me. she’s mine. keep walking, losers.”

“yūji,” you hissed, trying to hide your face.

he kissed your temple shamelessly. “better get used to it, babe. i’m never shutting up about you.”

and the thing was—deep down—you didn’t really want him to.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a: do i have a thing for piss haired boys

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[letis1a]

Heyy! I'm in a huge Terushima mood and I was wondering, if you have the time of course, if you can write a scenario in which Teru helps his darling pick out their next piercing/tattoo or vice versa (His darling helps him choose a piercing/tattoo). You can change or add anything you'd like I really don't mind as long as you're enjoying what you're writing :) Hope you're having an awesome day/night <3

Industrial

featuring: terushima x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: cussing, piercings/mentions of needles, mentions of anxiety/stress

Oh, I think we all know Terushima Yuuji and his habit of doing things in the spur of the moment. He's been like this since he was little, and usually it wouldn't have been such a big deal. That, until it went from buying one thing instead of another to bleaching his hair and getting piercings. But, to be honest, your life would have been kinda boring without his eagerness and desire to try out new things.

Lately he's been having such a big influence towards you that now you want to get piercings as well. Unlike him though, you're thinking your choices very carefully. Maybe a little bit too carefully... "[name], I told you! Stop trying a bunch shit-ton of filters, just get the damn piercing and if you don't like it, take it out!" "And I told you, Yuuji, I'm not like you. I have to think thoroughly before penetrating my body" "You're making it sound like you gon' die or sum" You wanted something simple but not too basic, you've never gotten any wild piercings before-- just lobes and that's it (sorry if this doesn't apply to everyone). Therefore you wanted one that stands out but isn't out of one's tree. Terushima isn't an expert or anything like that, if anything, he's the exact opposite and in his mind every single type of ring, earring or stud would suit you. However, looking back at something he had always wanted, it came to his realization that you might like it as well. He notices your leg shaking rapidly as you're zoning out and the look in your eyes just shows how deep in thought you actually are. Teru doesn't always have a way with words other than his amusing chatter. He hates seeing you anxious about something yet so simple in his mind, hence he decides to speak up: "Listen, darling, don' stress over somethin' like this. I've been thinking 'bout it and an Industrial would look so damn good on you, don't'ya think?" “Maybe…”

[tons-of-vball-huns]

[requests open!]

you: “i love smart people. smart is attractive. teach me something i don’t know!”

him: “a jellyfish’s mouth is also its butthole.”

you: “…”

you: “stop.”

tsukishima, terushima, bokuto (but excitedly like he just learnt that), kuroo, atsumu, lev (same as bokuto), oikawa

[tetsvhoe]

PRETTY BOY

based off a tiktok

character/s: kuroo tetsuro ; kenma kozume ; suna rintaro ; iwaizumi hajime ; bokuto koutaro ; terushima yuuji ; ushijima watakoshi ; miya atsumu ; oikawa tooru

genre/s: fluff ig

warning/s: none

gwen's notes 🤍: just a quick post y'all im still on hiatus mwa <3 thank u for 800 followers thinking of an event for 1k 😩

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

[waka-chan-out]

in honor of the annual birthday cry

non-canonical timeskip.

word count: 1.5k

contents: best friends to lovers, sickening fluff, slight hurt/comfort, terushima is a gem and a joy, a single kiss

There was a tap at your window. It was probably the wind, and you couldn’t possibly care less when your eyes hurt from crying.

It was so stupid. Everything was stupid. Birthdays weren’t a big deal. Who cares about getting older?

Still, your birthday just made you more aware of how lonely you felt. Friends stayed silent. Your parents talked about grades or each other instead of you. Nothing was that big of a deal, but when everything started to pile up, you had to admit that it felt……almost devastating.

Why couldn’t you just have one stupid day?

There was the tapping sound again, then the rustling of leaves and a hushed “shit!”

You sat up and stared over at your window. Generally, wind didn’t swear. You crossed the room and peered through the blinds to find—

“Yuuji?” You threw open your window and ducked your head out. Your voice was a harsh whisper, trying to avoid waking the rest of your household while also really wanting to yell at the idiot hanging from a tree outside your window. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Terushima grinned.

“Happy birthday,” he said. “Can you let me in? I’m pretty sure there’s a bug in my hair.”

You pushed your window farther open and held out an arm. He stared nervously at the ground before leaning forward, tongue sticking out from between his lips in concentration. When the first half of his body was through the window he let himself tumble through, making a light thudding sound. You both froze, staring at the floor, waiting for movement. When none came, you turned and stared at him incredulously.

“What are you doing?” you asked. He grinned again and threw himself onto your bed, waiting for you to join him.

“It’s your birthday. I had to come see you.”

“It’ll only be my birthday for another . . .” You glanced at your clock. “Six minutes.”

“Well, then you’d better open your present.”

He produced a small, crudely wrapped bundle from his pocket. You eyed him with suspicion and sat down on the bed next to him. He stretched out and stared up at you.

“But first!” He whipped two portions of your favorite candy out of his pocket. “In leu of cake.”

You huffed a laugh and took one. His brows furrowed and he tore open the other.

“Cheers,” he said, a wide smile on his face. You laughed and tapped your package against his. You turned your attention to the poorly wrapped bundle in his lap.

“Remind me to never let you wrap any Christmas presents for me.”

His face fell into a pout.

“I tried my hardest. I have more important skills than gift wrapping.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Gift giving. Your time is running out. Open it.”

You shook your head and snatched the gift from his hands. As poorly wrapped as it was, you couldn’t bear tearing it apart. You peeled away the paper gently, taking care to not ruin the horrific, makeshift bow on the top. Stripping away the wrapping revealed a small white box with a smiley face scribbled in the middle of the lid. You glanced up at Terushima, expecting a playful look, but instead he was watching your face intently, looking almost nervous.

“Nothing’s gonna jump out at me, right?” you asked.

“Nope.” There was no humor in his voice and his eyes remained firmly fixed on you as you lifted off the lid.

There was no organization to the contents, just seemingly random objects shifting around as you pushed through the mess.

“What is this?” you asked. Terushima bit his lip as if holding back some bubbling smile. He pulled out a small sample bottle of perfume.

“The first year we met you wanted a nice perfume for your birthday so you bought a bunch of samples. This was your favorite. Then your mom got it for you so you threw away the sample. When I say ‘threw it away,’ I mean that quite literally. I made a bad joke and you tossed it at my head.”

You stared down at it in shock.

“I still use this kind.”

“I know.”

He wouldn’t meet your gaze now, instead fumbling around until he found a broken charger chord.

“You left this at my house the next year. You were over way past curfew, on your birthday no less, and when you realized what time it was you tried to grab it and run. You somehow destroyed it instead.”

He pulled out the pink sugar packet.

“And this is from last year when we snuck out and went to that 24 hour breakfast place down the street because you didn’t want to spend the first few hours of your birthday alone.”

He stopped, hands falling to his lap, gaze still trained on the box.

“There’s a memory in here for every birthday I’ve spent with you. Birthdays suck when you feel alone or ignored or frustrated. I mean, they really just suck in general. It feels dumb to want attention but dumb when you receive it, and you feel like an idiot when you end the day upset because it just wasn’t as special as you felt like it should have been.”

He stopped for a breath and raised his eyes to yours. You were frozen and your eyes burned. His face looked red in the dim light.

“So this is your reminder that the day doesn’t matter. Even if it makes you feel silly or alone, you’re not.” He swallowed hard. “And I just want to be by you for as many birthdays as I can, because I—”

He stopped and his eyes went wide as his brain seemed to catch up with his words. The tears building in your eyes spilled over and you buried your face in your hands.

“Hey, no no no.” Terushima tilted your face up and forced you to look at him. “No crying. I’m here. You’re okay. Come on.” He pulled you forward and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, hand braced on the back of your head. You burrowed against his chest and let the last tears of the day leave your body. “I don’t want you sad like this. Not when I’m around.”

“I’m not sad,” you managed to say, wiping your face. “You’re just…” You leaned back and looked at him, trying to put your feelings into words. “You’re perfect. You’re so sweet and considerate and I needed this so bad.” You sniffled and he cupped your face in his hands, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

“What are best friends for?” he asked. Your eyes had closed but you could hear the shy smile in his voice. He held you silently for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. “I just realized that I didn’t actually get you a real gift.”

You laughed and shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling away to look him in the eye.

“You’re all I needed, Yuuji. Thank you.”

You watched as his smile grew and then faltered as his gaze fell to your lips. It was a split second, but in that second you realized that you knew exactly what he had left unsaid earlier. You knew, because you felt it too.

“Do you know how much I love you?” you asked, voice soft and slightly shaky. His smile disappeared, replaced by an expression that was simultaneously shock and restrained hope. He cleared his throat and stared at everything in the room except your face.

“Of course,” he said. “You’re my best friend.”

“No, Yuuji.” You took hold of his chin and forced him to look at you. “I’m in love with you.”

A beat of visible confusion. His brain seemed to shut down.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes I’m serious, you asshole.”

“You love me?”

“I love you.”

“And I love you too?”

“Is that a question?”

“Holy shit.”

Emotions flashed across his face, all of which ended in pure joy. You laughed and placed a hand on his cheek.

“Are you gonna be okay?” you asked, struggling to talk through your large smile.

“I think so.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Hell yes.”

Before you could lean in, Terushima was already wrapping his arms around you and pressing his lips to yours. He didnt stop grinning through the entire kiss. It was all teeth and confusion and complete and utter happiness. When he finally pulled away, he sunk his face into your shoulder and held you close, still smiling.

“Hey, it isn’t your birthday anymore,” he said. You struggled to glance at the clock with the grip he had around you.

“Really?”

“12:02. You’re not the center of attention anymore.” He looked up at you. “How does it feel?”

You stared into his wide, excited eyes, and it felt great.

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[ugh-tsumu]

POV: Younger sibling ka ni Terushima Yūji

[lovemeian]

sleeping on the couch—

characters ! firefighter!daichi sawamura, husband!ushijima wakatoshi, and yuuji terushima x gn!reader

slightly dubious fluff, angst + hurt/dubious comfort + mentions of the possibility of children in ushi’s !

+ let’s go captains

+ written across several days and pauses, so, it might read awkwardly?

suggest! ; tip! ; taglist!

the couch is comfy too, but why are you there and not beside him?

FIREFIGHTER!DAICHI SAWAMURA—

part two.

+ i just have a lot of feelings for firefighter!dai okay? let me have this

you were maybe feeling a little petty, wanting to punish dai like this. but from the fight earlier, he had really hurt your feelings and had only left mid-sentence as he was called on duty.

“we’ll talk later when i get home okay? okay,” he looked worriedly at his watch, kissing your forehead and dashing to the door; not at all seeing your expression or the way your frown deepened when he had answered his own question.

you knew he was needed, and you were so happy and proud of his job— he was so good at it and he was a modern day hero; everyone congratulated you on having such an amazing partner, but all your pent up emotion, maybe neediness from being neglected in the past few weeks, and that fight— your sadness and anger had formed a solid wall of pettiness. he was usually so respectful, not wanting to leave arguments like these— but leaving and answering his own question as if he expects you to just follow through, whew. 

your pettiness flew and claimed a spot. too stubborn to move or try.

dai comes home smelling of smoke and smog; there are traces of blackened ash all across his skin and uniform, and he’s weary as he says a quiet, ‘i’m home’, looking exhausted to the bone as he tested the soreness of his muscles and promptly wincing.

despite it all, your heart breaks. it was the very definition of loving someone, you think. caring for another human being despite it all. so you mumble, “bath’s all ready, go and clean yourself up before dinner.”

“oh.” his eyes fluttered upward, seeing you there, and it makes you rigged because you’re suddenly blasted with so much love, and his smile makes your knees so weak. “thank you.”

“mh.”

after that, your conversations are short. and dai seems to have forgotten how you ended things a few hours ago. he seemed to be too tired, and to be honest, you didn’t want to pile this on him, not right now.

“i’m going to sleep early, love,” he said as a way of goodnight. you only mumbled something unintelligible in response. as soon as he padded into the room, you waited a solid thirty minutes, checking to see he was sound asleep with a little frown on his face, before you quietly tried to peel off your pillow. but dai’s body had always been alert to disturbances, a processed habit he got from his job. you froze as he groaned, eyelids fluttering. “my love?”

“sorry, go back to sleep,” you murmured. but as his eyes adjusted, making sense on why you were taking the pillow and seeing your expression, finally, the first time since the fight ended in a cliffhanger.

“are you— are you sleeping elsewhere?” he asked, cloaked in sleep and still with frown. but he started blinking, growing more awake, and sitting up.

“just for tonight, dai. i— i need space.” you hated how you felt a little ashamed at saying this, wanting not to sleep next to him still a little angry, remnants of the argument dug deep into your mind.

“no, you uh,” he sat up properly now, tossing his legs to stand as he scratched his head. “you sleep here. i’ll sleep on the couch.”

“dai, no, i know how sore your body is.”

he met your gaze, serious and a little heartbroken, but his expression was set in determination. “i am not letting you sleep on the couch. sleep here, love, it’s okay. we can talk about it tomorrow.” he tried for a smile.

you sighed. “now i feel silly. let’s just sleep together.”

“it’s not silly, it’s okay—”

“daichi, please. i’d hate it if you slept on the couch.” you took his hand and squeezed reassuringly. “we can talk about it tomorrow.”

he nodded. “i’ll take the morning off. d’you—?” he opened his arms as he settled back down, hesitant. you always slept in his arms; he was your personal heater and best body pillow. through the years of being together, it was routine for you to melt into his arms and mould yourself there. with the assurance of a proper conversation tomorrow and the love that is still present, you snuggled into his arms, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle. “i love you.”

“i love you too, dai.”

HUSBAND!USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI—

the argument had started out as a silly comment you had made, in between the talks about the possibility of children, and he had stubbornly tempered on the fact that his kids, your kids together, will be going to shiratorizawa. period.

it came out of the nowhere. despite the fact that you knew your husband’s tone has always been like that, it prickled at your skin at the dismissal of the fact. as if it was a fact. no arguments needed.

you had argued that you didn’t go to shirotarizawa yourself, and that your future kids should have the choice on which school to go to, as they are the ones learning there. but he was stubborn about it, making you feel like his choice was superior and is the only answer.

and from what you thought was just a silly thought had turn into a classist stubborn view of your husband, and you did not like it. not one bit. as he went to practice, you had refused to talk to him, ignoring his messages and one time attempted call as you mulled over the entire argument. you went to work as usual, pushing all of this to the back of your head as every time it popped up like a notification it brought a sizzle of annoyance and anger that you exhaled out of your nose in sheer stubbornness.

“why haven’t you been answering me, y/n?” he asked as soon as he came out of the bathroom. he had come home fifteen minutes before, but you had looked so busy with work you had brought home— zoom calls with the familiar intonation of your professional work voice — that he merely passed by you as quietly as he could.

but now you were in the room with him. . . currently piling pillows and pulling an extra cover.

“i was busy,” you answered in a clipped tone.

“mh.” as he checked his phone with a glance, he pursed his lips as he watched you pat through your pillows into a tower. “what’re you doing, love?”

“i’m sleeping on the couch.”

he blinked. “why?”

you met his eyes for the first time since he came home and he drew back at the frostiness. then you hauled your pillows and covers in your arms, piled high that it completely blocked your face. you started moving out of familiarity of the space. “because my opinions is not respected in this house and i don’t want to sleep next to you pissed. i made my vows, sir. and i am following through.”

just before you can get past him and through the doorway, ushi took your pillows and you can finally see the vicinity again and your sudden towering husband. “ushi!”

“toshi,” he corrected. you huffed at him. “please tell me why you’re angry enough that you’d rather sleep away from me.”

“because apparently, our imaginary children are already going to shiratorizawa without my consent, their parent, because apparently, their other parent rules with an iron fist and has the first and last say in any decision in this house. now if you will.” you snatched back your pillows and lifted your chin high as you marched to the couch.

as yo fluffed up your pillows with a frustrated huff, you don’t notice your husband padding toward you until he gently, delicately touch you with his finger. more of a smother than a poke, but you don’t turn or notice him until his deep voice said, “i am sorry.”

“sorry for what?”

“sorry for making you think you can’t make decisions with our life together, especially about our future. i— you know i don’t mean it like that. that my school was better than yours.”

“then what did you mean by that, ushi?” you sighed, turning.

“i, i do think my school was better than most, especially sports-wise, but i had never intended to imply that it was better than yours or that your decisions count for less about us. i just. . . i just want what’s best for our future kids. we can talk more about it in the future, when they’re actually here. but i’m sorry. please don’t sleep here, it’ll be back for your bad. and please call me love again. i don’t like it when you call me by my surname.”

you sighed, wounding your arms around him. he immediately reciprocated. “it’s late now, we can talk about it tomorrow, maybe? i just want— toshi, i never want to feel like your decisions are absolute. that your word is law. we can’t have a marriage like that, nor a family.”

“i know, i’m sorry.” he tightened his hold around you, almost hesitant when he asked, “can you sleep in the bedroom again?”

“okay.”

YUUJI TERUSHIMA—

years together, through trials and tribulations, you know how ugly a disagreement can turn into an argument with your boyfriend. through it all, you’ve learned the things you can’t say, can’t press, and can’t bring into a heated table that can easily snap it to something very ugly. tears and all.

yuuji has grown the most. he cared about you and he knew he needed to be a little more delicate, needed to be a little bit kinder with his thoughts before it came out of his mouth.

doesn’t mean that neither of you don’t slip.

the day of the argument, usually, yuuji would’ve held himself back a little. it was you he was talking to after all, and years together had made a worn path for him to step through in case it got a little dangerous. but he was too tired that day, muscles sore from the everyday at the parlour, made worse by a client who had not been clear about how she wanted her hair, and than a talking to by his manager— it’s been a hard day. and when you asked him about a girl who had written her number on his arm — things blew out of proportions.

neither of you were in the wrong, but neither of you were ready to forgive each other, too caught up in the anger and the hurt. insecurities crooked and thorned through the niches and edges of adoration and love.

as he finished doing the dishes, drying his hands on the towel rack, you come out of the bedroom piled high with your pillows and a fresh cover. yuuji raised an eyebrow as you started fitting your things on the couch, refusing to look at him as you settled down, turned off the lights in the living room, and turned your back to the world.

“are you really going to sleep there?” he scoffed.

“i don’t know what your eyes aren’t seeing, but yes, yuuji, i am sleeping on the couch,” you said without turning.

“your back is going to be all fucked up tomorrow.”

“better than sleeping next to you right now.”

“really?”

you tilted your back to him, eyes steely. “really.”

“fine,” he spat back, turning off the lights and marching straight to the bedroom. he closed the door with an audible click, stuffing himself with the covers and starfishing. it really was fine. you always hogged the covers, snuggling on his pillows and leaving your scent everywhere— you were so touchy, even in your sleep, you always sought after his body, anything you can grasp. now, he won’t wake up muffled by your body, desperate to breathe. he’d be by himself, able to breathe, smelling of himself, and warm under the covers.

about an hour trying to sleep, he swore audibly, flipping the covers off of him as he stared at the ceiling, guilt and annoyed and wanting nothing more than to be hogged and have you starfished on top of him.

you ruined him for a single man’s sleep. so he sat up, clenched his jaw, as he marched straight to the sofa. not even an hour in, and you have already starfished, limbs askew and out of the sofa. he watched the rise and fall of your chest incredulously.

how could you sleep so well without him?

 with a seemingly permanent frown accompanied by a pout, he puts his hands underneath you and hauled you into his arms, startling you awake.

“wha— yuuji? what’re you— put me down,” you groaned, half asleep as your arms wound around his neck subconciously.

“how could you sleep so well without me?” he muttered, glaring at your half open eyes. “when i can’t without you?” he laid you down and settled and curled next to you, wrapping his arms and legs, totally pulling you into a koala hug. “i love you,” he whispered against your hair, inhaling your scent like a man depraved. “even when i’m angry. sleep, love. we’ll talk about things in the morning, huh? don’t ever sleep without me, hurts my heart.”

“you’re such a baby, yuu,” you mumbled, reaching for his face and he snuggled against your palm. “but you’re my baby.”

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