Hajime Who Still Shy With Pda Sometimes

Hajime who still shy with pda sometimes 🌸

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋

დ ft. miya osamu & gn!reader

დ wc: 3.9k

დ info & warnings: fluff, secrecy, misunderstandings

დ summary: after accidentally finding out about your boyfriend’s plans to propose to you, you anxiously await the moment.

დ a/n: based on this little blurb i wrote

that’s probably why he wants to propose. that’s probably why he wants to propose. that’s probably why—

the words had been playing on repeat in your head ever since they slipped past atsumu’s lips. you could tell he was apologetic for not only the mistake he made in revealing his brother’s business but also for keying you in on something you weren’t meant to be aware of. despite his profuse and plentiful “sorry”s, it had been impossible for you to not think about osamu’s impending proposal.

even less so now that you were standing outside his restaurant.

the last time you’d been relatively nervous at or near onigiri miya was when you were stationed on the bench and waiting for him to close up for your first date. time passed by excruciatingly slow as you peeked over your shoulder every couple minutes to gauge whether or not he would be out any time soon. you’d been inside the establishment only a few hours earlier with some friends who wouldn’t shut up about how cute the guy with the black cap was. you couldn’t blame them; you thought the same thing. which is why you were so surprised when what you thought was harmless flirting with the entire table led to him pulling you aside and asking you to hang out that night. it was an impulsive decision for you to say yes, but you didn’t regret it in the slightest. the happiest two years of your life came as a result of your spontaneity. the nostalgia of that moment was hitting you at full force as you stood tentatively at the entrance of the restaurant, patrons entering with excitement and exiting with content smiles. the kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering around in your belly felt the exact same as they did that first night you spent with him.

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𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 💌: happy fathers day! even though the part before the cut is more focused on the mother-son relationship, the cut after is all about bakugo and his son. I hope you enjoy it!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. attempted sexual assault, the reader is implied as a female (mother), big fluff

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. domestic!bakugo x domestic!reader, domestic!bakugo with son (platonic), domestic!reader with son (platonic), domestic!reader with daughter (platonic).

Bakugo's son is nothing like him at first. He never clung to his mama's leg, pleading with big, glossy puppy dog eyes just to be picked up as Kinnosuke did with you. He was also very sensitive, concluding that he wasn't the baby no longer ever since his newborn sister was brought into the world. He had to share his toys and your attention and thought that you didn't love him anymore.

But now at age 16-17, he's almost like bakugo's replica. He even inherited bakugo's bitch-resting face, I mean, all the bakugo pupils did; Kinnosuke just doesn't act up around you, still looking at you for guidance with a soft gaze and never swears around your presence. He tries to stay away from things he knows that'll disappoint you, but occasionally be the adolescent teen with the blood of a bakugo coursing through him, tempting him to erect trouble.

However, there was this one incident that occurred on the bus. He didn't understand why you both took the bus even when you had a car, but he didn't complain. Mothers knows best, he supposes. A man from behind you attempted to pinch your butt and nearly on instinct, he gripped onto the man's wrist and glared at him with bakugo's infamous death stare, making the enemy nearly evaporate from the heat of his scowl.

In all this, you don't recognize an assault was planned on you, just grabbing your son's hand and dragging him out of the bus. He just returns to a normal soft gaze when he looks at his mother.

It wasn't like he despised his father, he still loved him even when he's older, he just preferred you.

But he won't forget that time where they were taking a nice father-son stroll around the neighborhood on a warm day. He had his little stubby five-year-old hand engulfed by bakugo's much rougher and older ones. He walked in the inside of the sidewalk while bakugo walked to the side nearer to the street, always protective on instinct when it came to his family.

They came across a house with a large chained fence and a metal sign hung on the said fence. It was titled, "BEWARE DOG", But with his limited vocabulary, he didn't understand what it meant at the time and paid no attention to it.

That was when a Cane Corso dog shot up on the porch it was resting on and raced to meet the duo by the fence with its canine teeth exposed, barking very loudly and not in the familiar way a golden retriever would greet him.

Kinnosuke unleashes a tiny exclamation and jerks his hand out of bakugo's which he also lets out a minor gasp, then runs to his side, wrapping his dwarf arms around his leg.

The dog still fires his needless rage on the pair as bakugo lifts the frightened child from his leg and brings him to his chest without a word. He knows the dog won't do anything because it's behind a strong barrier and in whatever situation it gets ahead of the said strong barrier, he'll just hold his son high and blast it beyond space. Besides, the dog is just protecting its own family from any intruders. Kinnosuke is still a little skeptical of dogs to this day.

As they returned home, bakugo reminded Kinnosuke who was still in his arms.

"Big things are scary, but the only thing to make it stop being scary is to be bigger than itself and make it seem smaller."

It was that quote that led him to be the future's top pro-hero.

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I have two rn

This one will be out in the next few days:

"Woah—"

You felt the car drift back into its lane as Dabi relaxes his grip on the steering wheel. "For a moment there, I thought they were coming after us," he breathes.

And then this one will be finished... I dunno yet:

Bakugo, your now husband, answers quickly, "It smells like cow shit."

Your chest rumbled with laughter as you fell back into your seat, rolling up the open window a teensy bit, not ready for the air to clear up just yet. "You'll get used to it because pretty soon, you'll be smelling like it!"

Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags

DOMESTIC DISPUTES — small, soft, and domestic quarrels they have with you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kuroo tetsuroū x reader, oikawa toru x reader, iwaizumi haijme x reader, miya atsumu x reader (SEPARATELY)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. fem!reader, children mentioned in both of atsumu's and kuroo's passages, fluff, domestic, time skip au, I studied how atsumu talks for like an hour and I think I failed the assignment anyways, chaos/crack, kinda got lazy at his part too, a little ooc iwaizumi, also I noticed that iwaizumi's part has a line that looks suggestive... It's not, but you guys can interpret it in any way you want idrc

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔,

Leaving out the most important factor; the kids.

You understood the situation. Since your labor began shortly after two in the morning, the ride to the hospital was rather quiet due to everyone's fatigue. It was just a touch too quiet, so quiet that you could hear the crunching cry of the tires passing over the pebbles.

Silence fills the two car seats behind you when you expected to hear tiny mumblings. You didn't understand that part.

"Tets, why is it so quiet?"

"Would you like some music playing for you?" he asks, casually turning the radio on without thinking too much about it. You grab his hand.

"No, Tetsuroū, why is it so quiet?"

He glances over at you with eyebrows dragged downward, trying to decipher what you meant. Seeing the rearview mirror, his eyes briefly studied it before returning to the road. A flinch follows, and he looks again, this time examining the back seats more carefully before fully pivoting his head towards them.

"...Fu— Shit," he blurts out.

"Tets, please don't tell me you forgot to get the kids. Tetsuroū?"

He doesn't answer. Unbelievable.

"Tetsuroū! Oh my g—"

"You said to not tell you so I wasn't!!"

"Oh my god, I'm in labor— don't turn around!!!" You screeched as he made an illegal U-turn, resulting in thousands of furious honks from motorists.

"Well, I— I can't just leave two toddlers alone by themselves!"

"Then just call bokuto or kenma!!"

"That's a fire hazard!!"

"TETSUROŪ!"

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔,

waking up.

In terms of getting out of bed, Oikawa is the absolute worst. In all honesty, why the hell does he have an alarm if he's just going to wake up late anyway?

A sharp six a.m. wake-up signalizes the beginning of your suffering. You groan and shake him awake with the squeal of his vibrating phone rapping on your wooden nightstand. You find it annoying to be forcibly awakened at six in the morning when today is your day off, but you can simply drift back to sleep when it's off.

Your voice was heavy with exhaustion as you pleaded with Toru to turn off his alarm. A minute passes before he lazily switches the alarm off and retreats to his dream world, mumbling something incoherent as he does so.

You only have five minutes of rest when the second alarm goes off. Apparently, he snoozed it and now you were getting pissed.

"Oh my god, Toru, turn off your fucking alarm, dude," you groused in anger, becoming hostile. Your shoving becomes gradually harsher the more you have to wake up on his account.

The pillow beneath his face swallows his voice as he grumbles, "Why can't you do it yourself?"

"For one thing, I don't want you to be late, and two, it shouldn't be my job!" You hissed, growing increasingly enraged as you had to speak over the music that you're pretty sure is slowly getting louder the more it's left on.

He peaks above the mountain of fluffiness to just roll his eyes at you (and god, you want to choke him) before swiping again and the ringer is no more.

As if to annoy you, he snarls, "Happy?" Before ducking his head back onto his pillow.

You huff. You're agitated, a little sweaty, and maybe not as sleepy as you were before, but you're satisfied that you got your way.

You lay back down and allow your head to hit the pillow. Just as you were about to shut your eyes, his ringer goes off. The rest of the night is a total blur.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄,

when it's time to leave.

"I'm leaving!" Iwaizumi yells out, sliding his feet into a pair of Park Avenue shoes.

"Wait, you forgot your tie!" you shout to him as you hurry to catch him before he opens the door.

His neck is fastened with a tie, which you adjusted so it was not uncomfortable. You'd choose a green one that would nicely collaborate with his eye pigment. After you finished, you inserted a silver clip that displayed a volleyball in front of it.

His plan for today was to attend a meeting rather than attend to injuries. Though it might not be one of your wifely duties when you married him, you always felt the need to make sure he looked more than presentable on these days.

As you tugged on his tie to meet his lips, you muttered a quick, "Have fun."

"Meetings aren't fun," he replies in between smooches. "I think we're going into decline."

Despite your attempt to pull back smoothly because you noted that this was taking a lifetime, he hauls you back in.

"Mhm, don't... say that," you paused because his lips lingered on yours for a moment longer than the rest before they began pecking you once again.

You tapped his cheek, "Haji, you need to go."

"Why are you in a hurry to get rid of me?" He says as he busses the corner of your lip.

"You said you were going in decline—" he pecks your cupid's bow, "—might make it easier for themselves... And fire you on the spot even if you're a minute late."

"Doesn't really matter to me, baby."

"Then how would you care for... You're housewife if you don't bring home the banknotes?"

"I can take care of you with just myself."

You giggled, "goodbye, Haji."

As he lets his lips rest on yours for a few more moments, he leads both of you (still connected) to the door where his hand scurries to find its knob deposited somewhere on the flat surface.

Once the door is opened, he attempts to remove himself from you. A final kiss is placed on your forehead before he locks the door behind him to keep you both from being contacted again.

It is possible to find Iwaizumi quite stern, reserved, and hard to look at sometimes, but you cherish those moments just as you cherish these, too.

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔,

who spoils the kids more?

Atsumu frowned when he noticed the opulent plate that he had prepared for you that night remain spotless. You weren't eating because you were distracted, but it isn't a phone that prevents you from enjoying the delicious meal, but the baby wiggling in you in your arms.

Atsumu grumbles, a pout idling below his bottom lip. "Babe, ya need to eat now or your dinner is going to go cold. Plus, I made yer favorite."

When you side-eye him, you say, "Well if you weren't so congenial to Aoi, we wouldn't have this problem. He's absolutely dependant on touch; if he's not held by somebody, he'll freak out— we can't even lay in our own bed by ourselves."

The pout on Atsumu's face worsened, "I didn't make him that way."

"Atsumu, when he first arrived, you did not put him down once. When I got you to finally do so, you were the one to throw a temper tantrum."

His sigh suggests he acknowledges the merit in every single point you made, but remains butthurt and doesn't make any attempt to admit as much.

The young boy is tugged from your arms and cradled in his.

"Give him to me and finish eatin'," he says, the dissent he expressed to your accusations slowly evaporating. Rolling your eyes, you squabble with him a bit more until the rumble in your stomach limits you from continuing and you turned to eat the delicious food plated in front of you.

"Mommy thinks I spoil you too much," Atsumu whispers, announcing it loudly to your ears, "think that it's wrong just to show how much I love you. I think she's just jealous."

He blows a raspberry on Aoi's cheek, delighting in his squeals of laughter. Then he mumbles something about a stinky diaper, and shortly after, you hear the wail of your child you assume had been put down to be changed.

420 happy birthday bakugo!!