Ushijima – Let the man speak

ASK:From the sentence and Drabble prompts, can I get “You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?” With Ushijima with a reader who hates dressing up? Thanks! You’re the bomb!

Thank you so much! I’m so sorry this took me forever to get done but I really hope you like it!

The bra pokes and the material is clingy and why can’t you just get away with wearing a simply nice shirt and skirt?! But no, your mother insisted on buying you a new ridiculous dress that “enhances your features”. You know this is a special evening for Wakatoshi, there’s no denying it but do you really have to get this dressed up?

“_______! Wakatoshi is here!”

You groan, take one last look in the mirror. Your hair is done and you’re wearing so much makeup you wonder if he’ll even recognize you.

One last shift of the bodice then you’re taking slow measured steps so as not to trip over the front of the dress.

You round the corner to find Wakatoshi standing by the door decked out in a full suit.

Ok, so maybe your mom was right.

As you make your way towards him he says, “You look-”

“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”

He tilts his head. “That wasn’t what I was going to say.”

“Oh.” You can’t manage to keep a hurt tone from your voice. Granted, you feel exceptionally awkward and would be the last person to admit you think you look good but you thought maybe at least he-

Wakatoshi’s deep voice breaks into your downward spiral. “You look ethereal.”

His hand lifts yours to his lips, a delicate kiss planted to its back and you blush furiously.

But with a smile.

Ushijima – Could it be?

ASK; 44. “I think I’m pregnant.” with ushiwaka and fem s/o scenario pls? Thankss

Ushijima’s brow furrowed deeply as he listened to the retching coming through the bathroom door. This was the third day in a row you’d run straight to it and emptied what little contents your stomach held. Large hands raked through short cropped hair. He was getting ready to leave for a couple weeks, an away tournament with his team but he was seriously considering telling them to go without him. He couldn’t leave you like this!

Not that he was doing much to begin with but he felt unsettled at the idea of leaving his wife when she was so ill.

The door opened, revealing a very pale _______.

He stood, hurrying to her side to offer assistance. “Are you ok?” he asked.

She smiled weakly. “Not sure, must have caught something.” She frowned up at him as he helped lay her back down on the bed and tucked the covers to her chin. “Shouldn’t you be packing?”

He huffed. “I think I’m going to tell them I can’t make it.”

She sat up quickly, eyes wide. “Wakatoshi, you can’t do that! You’re the vice captain! How would that look if-”

Her words cut off in a gag, body flying back towards the bathroom, her face barely making it to its target of the toilet bowl where she dry heaved. This time he was there, gathering her hair and rubbing her back. “I’m not leaving you like this,” he mumbled when she collapsed into his arms, a heap of exhaustion.

“I’m fine, Toshi,” she insisted. “Plus if this is something really bad, I don’t want you to catch it. Go and take care of your team, I’ll be back to normal in no time.”

He scowled but didn’t want to cause her further distress by continuing to argue.

After helping her back into bed once more, he made way to pack. As he zipped up his bag, he noticed she was looking at her phone with a furrowed brow.

“Something the matter?” he asked taking a seat next to her.

She turned, eyes a bit hazy and he wondered if she was starting to get a fever when she blurted out, “I think I’m pregnant.”

He blinked. “What?”

She held up her phone which he took, eyes scanning over the text on the screen; symptoms. Symptoms of pregnancy. Suddenly his own stomach felt a bit queasy.

But he pushed the feeling down, instead drawing his own phone from his pocket. He hit a few buttons, the sound of his captain’s voice coming over the line in a surprised greeting; Ushijima did not often call people.

“I’m going to be late,” the ace said simply. “I may not be there at all, there’s something ______ and I need to take care of.”

Needless to say, the male on the other end of the line was shocked but simply wished them luck in whatever it was they were dealing with and to keep him posted. Ushijima nodded despite him not being able to see it and ended the call.

Turning back to his wife he smiled faintly. “Call the doctor, let’s see if you’re right.”

Can I request a part two for the scenerio about the boys against their sisters dating?

sfw-haikyuu-nsfw:

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS. And I’m also going to apologize because I can’t find the original post for the life of me and I don’t even know why. I’ve scoured my archives like crazy and am about ready to pull my hair out!

Anyway, I DO remember how everything played out, so I’ll write the sequel and immediately link the OP as soon as I find it. To clarify, It was three parts – the first being Oikawa dating Iwaizumi’s sister, the second Ushijima dating Oikawa’s, and the third Kuroo dating Akaashi’s – that didn’t exactly have a happy ending, but more one of the prospect of the brother’s trying to be okay with the dating situations. And I’ll be jumping in from there!

I hope you enjoy, Anon!

Iwaizumi stared at the couple from across the courtyard, his sister leaving no space between herself and Oikawa as the boy leaned to whisper something that brought a bright smile to her face. Iwaizumi felt his brows furrow as he stared harder, attempting to read the words coming from his friend’s lips despite not being able to hear them.

It had been nearly two months since he had discovered the relationship status of his younger sister and his best friend. And while it was undoubtably hard to adjust to the knowledge, he felt as though he was handling everything relatively well. His temper was something he constantly felt as though he were keeping in check, but it was all for her sake. He could care less what Oikawa thought.

“If you glare long enough Oikawa might drop dead,” Hanamaki voice broke through Iwaizumi’s thoughts, bringing the very glare upon himself. But the boy grinned back, elbow nudging into Matsukawa’s side. “He’s on a killer rampage!”

“Shut up,” Iwaizumi growled, gaze dropping to his bento but not finding anything appetizing to eat there.

“Hey,” it was Matsukawa this time, bringing Iwaizmi’s eyes back up, “try not being so mad all the time. She’s happy, he’s happy. You’re anger about it is throwing off the team. Maybe try actually being a supportive friend and brother instead of pretending to me.”

“Or continue trying to kill Oikawa with your gaze. I think you almost had his this time.”

Oikawa gave a small groan, his gaze shifting back to his sister with the brut that was Ushijima. The emotions that usually surfaced when he saw the Shiratorizawa captain were only amplified when he saw him with his sister, but he had practiced the art of holding his tongue for her sake. Only for her sake, never for his,

“Fine,” he uttered to Iwaizumi, “I’ll try being ‘friendly’”

Standing to his feet, Oikawa plastered a smile to his features before walking the short distance that resided between him and them. Giving them a bright greeting, he moved to press himself directly in-between the couple. Ignoring the annoyed gaze that his sister immediately placed upon him, his gaze shot over to Ushijima, the large man now with his hands folded in his lap instead of intertwined with his sisters.

“Perhaps we should do something?” Oikawa offered, making himself more comfortable in the tight space between them, attempting to create more space. “There’s that new space odyssey movie that’s come out. What do you say, Ushiwaka?”

“I–” Ushijima paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to her across from him and Oikawa could see her shaking her head from the corner of his eyes, “–it’s [First Name]’s decision.”

“Tooru–” when his gaze shifted over to his sister, he hoped that he looked sincere, because he wanted to be. If this was the man that she was choosing, than he wanted to be supportive of her, even if it wasn’t a decision he would have trouble accepting “–how about ice cream?”

Kuroo had offered to pay for the treats, something him and Akaashi bickered about for perhaps too long before she had stepped in. The moments between were quiet as they found a small round table to rest at and Akaashi immediately realized the full impact of his initial outburst over this situation. He watched the conscious distance placed between them and how they shared small glances before staring down at the table before them.

He had made them feel as though everything that they were doing was bad – taboo even – he had created an awkward wedge within their relationship and if they failed, he know it would have been because of him at this rate. That was the last thing he wanted, even if he didn’t one hundred percent support this, he couldn’t live with the knowledge that they would each blame them for the end of something that could’ve been beautiful.

Clearing his throat, Akaashi met with each of their gazes before speaking. “I’m sorry for my behavior,” he heard the way his voice wobbled slightly and he tried to correct it, but he wasn’t sure how. He wasn’t sure how this apology was supposed to even go. “I shouldn’t have reacted to terribly nor continued to hold a grudge.”

“Keiji…”

“I don’t want you to feel as though you should pretend to be something you’re not because of me,” he gave a kind smile to his sister, “I want you to be happy.”

Kuroo smiled in return when Akaashi’s gaze met with his. Hand reaching for hers, he leaned to press a kiss to her cheek and Akaashi was only slightly surprised by his lack of tension in his shoulders at the action. “Thanks, Akaashi,” Kuroo spoke then, “and would it be a bad time to tell you we’re having a shotgun wedding?”

Akaashi’s smile dropped. “Excuse you?”

“I’m kidding!”

Kuroo!! Smart ass just has to ruin it doesn’t he 😂. Great job as always!!