: ̗̀➛ itoshi sae x pregnant!reader

summary : the moment sae finds out you're pregnant, he goes completely overboard when it comes to baby prep.

word count : 549

never in his life did sae think he’d be so afraid of something – or rather, someone – so little.

the moment he sees your positive pregnancy test, thoughts of fatherhood flood his mind. am i ready to be a father? can i be a father? what if it gets hurt? should i baby-proof the house?

art by bunnyluvrrr and i believe 648Z4N5V on pinterest (?) middle picture is a screenshot from a rodrina edit by cy6er.lov3

au :: rodrick heffley! michael kaiser × regina george! reader

a/n :: I LOVE THIS FREAKING SHIP CAN YOU TELL

au! kaiser who you swear is not your friend. he's just some loser who you've been hanging out with every day since childhood.

au! kaiser who listens to you ramble about the same thing ten times cause you forgot you told him already.

au! kaiser who is in the same band as au! isagi, who, coincidentally, also has his own little barbie. one of the other girls in the plastics.

au! kaiser who loves to tease and embarrass you especially with other people around.

au! kaiser who is always forced by you and your friend to go to the mall with you girls and au! isagi, which totally icks him out sometimes due to the not-so-friendly rivalry between bandmates.

au! kaiser who had to accompany you in forcing au! isagi to man up and confess to his girl. (you both were the only reason they finally got together)

au! kaiser who, despite being your boyfriend since middle school, still has to beg you to let him take you out.

au! kaiser who always dedicates songs to you, which can be endearing — but definitely not when he's performing infront of a crowd, and then going out of his way to give you a super loud personal shoutout!

au! kaiser who always freaking borrows your eyeliner and it pisses you off.

au! kaiser who has his jaw dropping everytime you go out in a cute perky tight little outfit. it gets worse in halloween season.

au! kaiser who is the more corny one in the relationship, his dork ass got you both stupid cartoon related matching keychains — and you hate to see his pride when he sees it attached to the zipper of your purse.

au! kaiser who ragebaits you and you always fall for it.

au! kaiser who always records your yearly jingle bell rock dance, a smirk on his face as he points to the camera.

au! kaiser who always tells the people around him to shut up when you ring him, and who would get way too overly egoistic if he found out you do the same.

au! kaiser who somehow always catches you when you're pissed off, and he, of course, makes it worse.

au! kaiser who always carries an extra set of the lipgloss and lipliner you use, so he can kiss you and you can't complain about your makeup getting ruined.

au! kaiser who you lowkey crash out over because he, out of all people, is your boyfriend. not like you'd trade him for the world though.

just how i think the haikyuu guys would be in situationships. part 1? cw: lowkey ooc oikawa mb chat... | uni student!oikawa | some fratguy!oikawa too | suggestive but otherwise sfw | angst if you squint VERY hard

oikawa

the kind of guy you meet on campus your second year of uni. the kind of guy your friends tell you to stay away from, because "he will break your heart, babe." the kind of guy who finds his way into your mind with that pretty hair of his, the kind of guy who- whoops! finds his way into the same bedroom you were trying to 'take a break' in at that frat house he's a part of. also the kind of guy who finds his way into your pants.

and you're fucked (physically and mentally, lol) because it's been two weeks since then and not a single phone call. not a single text, and in the end your friends just turned out to be right.

until you find him knocking on your front door.

“oikawa…?” you stare at him dumbfounded, partially in disbelief that this six foot hunk is standing in front of you at nearly 2am and partially because he has the audacity to show his face after so long without saying a word. “hey… yn. uh, i know we haven’t talked in a while—“

“oh yeah! i’m sure it would’ve killed you to ask how i was, you know, i totally get it.” you retort. it didn’t occur to you to care about how petty you sounded. oikawa pursed his lips, “look, i know i seem like a total jerk for just bailing on you and you’ve been on my mind the whole time, if you’d just let me finish what i’m say-”

“do you go around to every girl you fuck and use the same sorry excuse to get in her pants again?” your tone harsher now, you interrupt him again. that’s enough, you decide, and move to slam the door in this face when the sudden grip of his hand stops you, “please? just hear me out?” the hefty hold of his hand against your efforts to shut him out contrasted with the desperation in his voice, and in that same moment, maybe you didn’t care what your friends told you. he might as well have had you wrapped around his finger. you were totally, and utterly, screwed

a/n: since i got asked for a part two, here's an akaashi one as requested by anon :) this lowkey got me thinking like. what the hell would a situationship with akaashi look like? also i do know that my oikawa one was a little more... tension-ey?? but i honestly couldn't imagine slapping that onto akaashi lol. he would be very sweet, just a little emotionally constipated.

cw: i think this ones also a bit ooc lol... uni!akaashi.

akaashi

he's a bit of an enigma, honestly. it's like he pops out of the shadows some times, and you see him on campus every now and then, but not often enough to get a clear look at his face and certainly not often enough to come up to him and say hi.

the one time you do see him though, it's in the library. quietly studying away on his own and jotting something down. and my god you think, he's pretty. do you approach him? do you not? you've had too many shitty experiences with the men in this uni, and pretty, nerdy boys were never an exception.

but you try your luck. because he notices you staring at him and oh shit, what do you do????? try your best to gather yourself and look composed because this total hottie just caught you staring. fuck. of course, you pick the most complicated option: going over there and asserting dominance. (haha)

"um... akaashi, right?" you sure were making a fool of yourself. what if he thought you were really creepy? who stares for that long? what if-

"mhm. you?" well that caught you off guard. and wait. why is his voice so smooth? why is that little hum so soothing? you could've sworn something has possessed you in that moment because you don't even know this man!! "ah..yn. yn's the name." you respond nervously. he definitely thought you were creepy now.

"mm. okay." he got up, suddenly. you were sure he'd start running by now. you didn't miss the way his expression hasn't changed a tad bit. so relaxed and confident. "don't be nervous. i don't bite."

huh? did he just read your mind?

"i've gotta run, sorry. i'll see you 'round though, okay?" akaashi shines you a little smile (emphasis on little. the only reason you even caught that is cuz you were DEEPLY analyzing his facial features), and you melt internally, because a) what the fuck just happened, and b) what the fuck just happened. you motion to wave, but he's already turned to rush his way out of the crowded, dark library. you can't even tell if he was just trying to be nice, or tried to make his escape right on time and succeeded.

until you turn back around to the table he was working on and see a little coffee stained piece of paper with a number written down in the neatest handwriting, labelled, 'any love letters? ;) all jokes. text me.'

maybe he really was no exception to the pretty, nerdy boy you were acquainted with all too well, but you certainly weren't going to pass up a chance.

SUNA one borrows a pen, and keeps borrowing it just as an excuse to talk

you swear he owns at least three pens. probably four. maybe five. but every day, without fail, he turns in his seat and leans just a little too close, drawling,

“hey, forgot mine again, can I borrow yours?”

it’s stupid, really. the way your heartbeat stumbles over something as small as a pen. but when he returns it at the end of class, capped neatly with that lazy half-smile of his, you can’t help thinking he’s not forgetting them at all.

KENMA they get paired for a random video game match and end up talking for hours

it starts with a random queue, one match, one teammate who actually listens, who laughs softly through the mic when he misses an easy play.

he means to log off after, but then you invite him for one more. and another. and another.

by the time the sun starts bleeding through his blinds, kenma’s half-asleep, headset still on, voice low and warm when he mumbles,

“you’re… really easy to talk to.”

you smile at your screen.

“guess that means we’ll have to play again tomorrow?”

he doesn’t answer right away, but the small hum through his mic feels like a yes.

TSUKISHIMA rival debate kids who get locked in a classroom together after hours

you’ve argued with tsukishima a hundred times before, about logic, word choice, tone, anything he can twist into an advantage. but this time, it’s not on stage. it’s in an empty classroom, long after everyone’s gone home, the door somehow locked behind you both.

for a while, it’s quiet, just the sound of rain tapping the windows and the faint scratch of his pen as he pretends not to look at you.

“don’t stare,” he mutters.

“then stop being so annoying,” you shoot back.

he huffs a laugh, low and almost fond. “you’re really bad at pretending you don’t like this.”

you roll your eyes, heart skipping anyway. maybe it’s the silence, maybe it’s the way the fluorescent lights hum softly between you — but for once, you don’t have a rebuttal.

OIKAWA they’re both at a wedding where they barely know the couple and decide to be each other’s “plus one for the night”

you meet him at the open bar, tux jacket slung over one shoulder, tie loose, a champagne flute in hand.

“don’t tell me you actually know the bride and groom,” he says with a grin that’s a little too practiced.

“barely,” you admit. “friend of a friend. you?”

he laughs softly, eyes crinkling. “same. how about we save each other from awkward small talk?”

it’s supposed to be a joke, a one-night arrangement of polite laughter and fake familiarity. but somewhere between slow dances and stolen desserts, it stops feeling like pretending.

and when the lights dim and he looks at you, really looks at you, you realize you’re in trouble.

KUROO lab partners who accidentally mix the wrong chemicals and almost set something on fire

it starts with one small mistake, or, as kuroo calls it, “a learning opportunity.”

you’re not sure what’s worse: the tiny puff of smoke curling up from your beaker or the smug grin spreading across his face.

“don’t look at me like that,” you mutter, waving the fumes away.

he leans in, voice low and teasing. “hey, you’re the one who said ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’”

“the worst is this, kuroo.”

he laughs, eyes bright behind his safety goggles. “nah, the worst would’ve been me not getting to spend detention cleaning this up with you.”

and as the smell of burnt sugar fills the air, you realize maybe, just maybe, he did that on purpose.

USHIJIMA their dogs get tangled in each other’s leashes at the park

you don’t even see him at first, just the sudden pull on your arm as your dog takes off, leash wrapped around another. there’s a brief moment of chaos: barking, apologies, and two sets of leash strings completely intertwined.

“i’m sorry,” you start, crouching down to untangle them — and then you look up.

he’s tall, steady, with soft green eyes and a leash still looped around his wrist. “it’s alright,” he says, voice even, gentle. “she likes making friends.”

you laugh, a little breathless. “mine too, apparently.”

he smiles faintly, almost shy. “maybe… we could let them meet again. properly.”

you nod, cheeks warm. “yeah. i think they’d like that.”

(but maybe it’s not just the dogs he’s hoping to see again.)

ATSUMU they get stuck in an elevator together, and bond over panicking quietly

it’s only supposed to be a quick ride, three floors, maybe four. then the elevator lurches, the lights flicker, and suddenly it’s just you and him in the silence.

for a second, he tries to play it cool, slouching against the wall, nervous grin tugging at his lips. “haha… happens all the time, right?”

you nod, clutching your bag a little tighter. “totally. all the time.”

a pause. then, quietly-

“…you’re panicking too, huh?”

you both laugh, soft and shaky, sinking to the floor together. time starts to blur, trading dumb jokes, whispering what-if’s, trying to ignore how close your knees are.

when the doors finally open again, he looks over, smile a little more real this time.

“guess i’ll need your number,” he says, “just in case we ever get stuck again.”

BOKUTO they both stop to pet the same cat on the street and end up walking it home together

you spot the cat first, tiny, gray, tucked under a parked car. then there’s a blur of motion, and suddenly a tall guy with wild hair and the brightest grin is crouched beside you.

“you saw it too!” he beams, eyes wide with excitement. “look at this little guy, he’s so small!”

you laugh, watching him coo at the cat like it’s a national treasure. somehow, that’s how it starts, the two of you sitting on the curb, sharing bits of your snack, trying to coax it out.

when it finally lets you both pick it up, you glance at him. “so… who’s walking it home?”

he grins, scratching the back of his neck. “uh, how ‘bout we both do? team effort.”

the walk’s only ten minutes, but it feels longer, in the best way. and when you reach the cat’s doorstep, he looks at you, grin softening.

“hey… maybe we could get coffee sometime. y’know, without the cat?”

SAKUSA they keep bumping into each other at the same bus stop every morning

it starts as coincidence, two people waiting for the same 7:42 bus, standing a polite distance apart, pretending not to notice the other.

but then it happens again. and again. and again.

he always stands on the same side, earphones in, coffee cup held carefully away from anyone else. you always show up two minutes later, pretending to scroll your phone even though you can feel his eyes flick toward you when he thinks you’re not looking.

one morning, it’s raining. you forgot your umbrella. he hesitates for a heartbeat, then shifts slightly closer, tilting his just enough to cover you both.

“you’re getting wet,” he mutters, not meeting your gaze.

“so are you,” you whisper back.

You're curled up on Rin's couch, blanket tangled around you like a burrito, a heat pad on your stomach and your favorite drama paused at the exact moment the main couple confesses.

Rin's sitting at the dining table across the room, doing something on his tablet. Probably reviewing game footage or going over tactical drills. Focused. Calm. Boring.

You groan.

Loudly.

He glances at you, brows twitching just slightly. "What now?"

"I'm dying," you say with a pout. "And you're ignoring me."

"I made you ginger tea."

"Ginger tea isn't cuddles, Rin."

"...You kicked me the last time I cuddled you."

"Because I was overheating."

He sighs and stands up, walking over. "What do you want, then?"

You blink up at him, then sit up slowly, groaning again with exaggerated drama. "I want your lap."

"...What?"

You ignore him and crawl into his lap anyway, flopping on him like a cat that forgot boundaries. He's stunned for a second, arms awkwardly hovering like he's dealing with an explosive. Then finally, he settles them around you gently, hand rubbing slow circles on your back.

"Do you think I'll need painkillers for our wedding night? If I'll be in my periods I mean-"

He sets his jaw, ears slightly pink. "Do you have to say this while bleeding and on my lap?"

"Yes," you whisper. "This is revenge for me suffering. You're part of the reason, so now you suffer too."

"I didn't invent your uterus."

"You did something." You pout, then start nuzzling against his neck like a hormonal menace. "Your fault."

He groans. "I'm buying stock in heating pads and chocolate."

"Aw, you love me."

"...Unfortunately."

You grin against his neck. "I'm going to bite you."

He blinks. "What—?"

You nip his neck lightly and pull back. "Hormones."

"...I'm never letting you near me again during your period."

"You say that every month."

And like every month, Rin ends up feeding you spicy ramen while you lie in his lap complaining about life, death and how stupid uteruses are—while he sighs, rubs your back and secretly Googles "best positions for period cramps relief" again.

He'll never say it aloud but his heart always softens seeing you curled up against him, trusting him enough to be this unfiltered—even if he does walk away covered in weird love bites and confused trauma.

7 p.m. is not late

your day is not over at 7 p.m.

you are allowed to leave your house after it gets dark