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lilyinthevalley-art · 2 months
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They were both very excited for the MCR reunion tour XD
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sunmisbf · 6 months
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if am being honest i am not liking the seulgi fans on twitter comparing her to sunmi n saying everyone wants to be like seulgi. like sunmi has been doing this soloist thing for 10 years let’s not do this plewse 😭
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emmyrosee · 2 years
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m like. v v high and i have the worst osamu brainrot rn and I just. like i love squishy osamu and I’ll never shut up about it, but i love ticklish squishy osamu even more.
hear mE OUT-
big strong osamu just turns into a giggling mess and just collapses at the feeling of your wandering fingers over the dips of his abs or ribs. it’s so bad, you learn to only do it when he’s sitting or laying down because he crumples like a piece of paper. “stop it, don’t do that” “maybe I would if you stopped being the fckin cutest.”
but. BUT. ticklish squishy osamu who comes up to you and, like a massive dog, plops himself on the couch with his head in your lap and belly up, just needing some gentle tickles and sweet rubs and affection and your dumb stupid teases that make him blush after a long day of just life, and he just blinks at you patiently before guiding the hand that’s carding his hair down to his tummy. “awww baby, if you wanted me to tickle you-“
“i dont. fuck off. don’t touch me.”
“ok then-“
“wait no hold on-“
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prick-love-for-arting · 11 months
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grease/50s au sakusa/osamu?
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Hear me out: Beatnik Sakusa. Greaser Osamu.
Suna brings Osamu to a bar frequented by beatniks and Sakusa is a painter that hangs out there. He sees Osamu and is like "yep, okay, that's a guy I need to draw"
There's a scene in my head of Atsumu and Osamu working on a car at the garage they work in, Sakusa is sitting on a counter with a sketchbook using them as figure studies, and Suna is messing with Atsumu by yelling stuff from his spot beside Sakusa
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one of my fav hq things is that aran canonically has had a life full of the miya twins annoying him at any and every moment
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eraba-reta-unmei-a · 1 year
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milkcos · 2 years
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my v convoluted ex girlfriend atsumu au (or giving atsumu friends outside of volleyball lmao)
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reki-of-the-valley · 2 years
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Me and my girlfriend were talking about a Miya and Koyomi dynamic and hnnnnggggggg i love them
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hikari-writes · 11 months
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Karin~~Im back from a very tiring shift to tell the pkmn trainer crush story ✌🏼I'm ready
So let me present to you, Quinoa (or Riley in the Spanish dub I think)
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He's like the reincarnation of another dude Sir Aaron (I liked them both OK? Little me was wild) and the reason why I had a Lucario obsession
here's not a lot of story with him but with the person who showed it to me
Basically I had a crush on my best friend who was like 4 years older but he was so nice and liked to draw, play video games etc he made me wanna start learning about anatomy and to take drawing a step further (he made like 3 or 4 drawings for me, that was peak love language)
I admired him but I know I looked at him with heart eyes from time to time 😅😅😭😑 cringe cuz he liked another girl 🤡 anyway he liked Cynthia so it was like an exchange of "who's your trainer crush"
Now that I think about it my first ever fanfiction or like fan writing was something I started to do with him (it was an "isekai" story that involved the two of us, I would write one chapter he the next one and so on)
Ufff this made me nostalgic
So Quinoa more than a blorbo is like my nostalgia character, when I used to crush on real people (lol)
I'll come back tomorrow with more loved characters so get ready to listen to my ramble 😔
Game: Talk to me about your blorbo!!!
NAT WHAT THE HAWK THATS SO CUTE ARURGSHDJWJSHSHXIWNSOWNF 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 AND HE MAKE DRAWINGS FOR U????
Dear f/o: please. I want that too. 🥲🥲🥲
NOOOOOOOOO ITS OKAY NAT IM SURE YOULL FIND SOMEONE AS AWESOME(OR EVEN MORE) IN THE FUTURE THAT SHARES MUTUAL FEELINGS WITH U <33333
*AND* YOU WROTE FANFICS TOGETHER???? BRO-
Dear f/o: i am once again asking. please. i want that too 🥲🥲
COME AGAIN TMRW WISJWIJSJEHD THANK U FOR SHARING THIS IS AN ADORABLE STPRY AURGSJDJWIJSJW 😭😭😭😭😭😭
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sluttsumu · 7 months
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☆ — ft. atsumu miya + getting leaked
warnings: 18+, tsumu being nasty
a/n: a little thought of mine, i can totally imagine msby being up in arms because there’s an “alleged” video out.
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atsumu is a nightmare for msby’s pr team.
at this point no one is even surprised when there’s a new viral vid on twitter of him fucking you from behind or stuffing his face in your ass. the lewd photography the two of you take may never have your faces in them but, it’s definitely you two, everyones knows that.
he has no shame, and neither do his teammates. the most recent scandal was a video of him fucking you in the new pair of handcuffs that seemed to get everyone’s attention.
it was another ordinary day for him as he walked in the locker room to see everyone on their phones after practice. the air was tense and everyone was thinking the same thing, he knew that they’d seen it and they were wondering why he didn’t care.
kiyoomi was the first to break the silence, as expected.
“so….miya”
atsumu flips his towel over his shoulder not even sparing his friend a glance. “how many times did you cum from watching it?” he cockily chuckled leaving the rest of the locker room in awe.
“SO IT IS YOU” bokuto exclaimed before starting to laugh along side hinata.
“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about bo-kun”
the devil was a liar, and so was atsumu miya.
despite lying to his team claiming that the video wasn’t his, he enjoyed toying with the curiosity of others.
sakusa muttered a small “tch” under his breath as he reached into his pocket for his phone.
the video started playing.
atsumu’s lips curl into a smile as he finally turns to face the rest of the locker room as sakusa holds his phone to the blondes face. “that’s literally your girlfriend, miya.”
experiencing it was one thing but watching it was something else. the 20 second video played over and over again of your face stuffed into the sheets as atsumu fucked you full of his cum, your muffled whining echoed throughout the room until sakusa finally turned his phone off.
“she sounds pretty doesn’t she?” he smirked.
everyone was guilty to getting off to you, and atsumu knew that, it simply boosted his pride.
grabbing his bag his walks to the door, but doesn’t leave until spewing condescending words just to keep his friends on their toes.
“knock yourselves out.”
the door closes behind him meanwhile everyone looks at each other confused before receiving a collective notification, to a google drive with all of your porn on it.
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© — SLUTTSUMU 2023
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miya-rin · 9 months
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imagine being the miya twins older sister who has had suna rintarou fully enamoured with your existence since he first met you at 15 years old.
he has tried to make many moves on you over the years to no avail; sneakily trying to place his arms around your shoulder before one of your brothers notice and throw the nearest object they can grab his way. not letting you carry anything while hes around, claiming how “youll never have to lift a finger again” if you give him a chance. hell, even dropping down to the floor to tie your shoelaces the second he realises the laces have come loose, taking his time to stand back up afterwards as he slowly rakes his eyes over your figure so he can fully take in every inch of you. every attempt of his to make you swoon for him is met with “sorry sweetheart, still not into minors” and a small ruffle of his hair which gives him a dopey smile. you would think he would start to back off eventually but to your dismay every rejection you have handed to him has just made his desire for you grow stronger - he takes your words as “try again when youre 18”
which is exactly what he does. on his 18th birthday his friends decide to throw him a massive party - being the twins chaperone you had to come along and when suna set his eyes on you, you knew there was no chance of you escaping his antics. you catch him glancing at you multiple times throughout the night before he gets pulled away by one of his guests, a disappointed look in his eyes every time he had to look away from you.
after a couple of hours you decide to step outside onto the balcony to catch some fresh air seeing as there was no sign of the party dying down anytime soon. you’re outside for maybe 5 minutes when you hear the door slide open, you already know who its going to be seeing as he has been trying to catch you alone all night, you turn around to finally face the boy and he looks as ecstatic as ever.
“happy birthday suna.” you swear you can see his soul leave his body the second those words leave your mouth, its not the first time youve said it to him tonight - youre not that cruel as to not wish the poor boy a happy birthday on his special day - but everything that comes out of your mouth looks like it sends him to heaven and back.
“thankyou yn, i appreciate you being here, but then again, i know you cant spend more that a week away from me because youre just so obsessed with me.”
“wow, am i that easy to read?” you chuckle along with him, noticing the way his gaze doesnt stray away from your face while you face forward, “so, how does it feel finally being legal?”
“incredible, it means you can finally give me a chance.” he doesnt miss the way you sigh at his words.
“suna we’v-“
“i know that we’ve been over this, but i don’t really think you mean it,” this gains an eye roll from you, “plus, my one wish when i blew out my candles was that you would give me a kiss.”
“really? well i guess your going to have to go without this year.”
“it was my birthday wish, youre not gonna deny me that are you?”
“yknow, if you tell your wish to someone it doesnt come true right?”
“yn…please,” his voice is barely above a whisper, he sounds desperate, “i have been waiting for three years, all i ask for is one kiss, just one.”
“i think youre forgetting that im 22 and you are freshly 18.”
“im still 18 though.”
“hm… you make a good point,” you see the way he perks up slightly at your evaluation, a hopeful look becoming more prominent in his eyes, “one kiss. let it be my official gift for the birthday boy.” you might have well as told him he had just one the lottery, anyone who walked past the sliding door would think you had due to the way his smile was so wide.
“thankyou” is all he can muster up before he is snaking his hand up your body and with a hand tangled up in your hair he leans down until his lips touch yours, you can feel the shit eating grin spread across his face as he gently moves his lips in sync with yours, pulling away slightly to whisper “best birthday ever” before leaning back in <3
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shoulmate · 6 months
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"What about you, Sakusa?" the reporter shifts their gaze from Miya to the ravenette. "Do you have any game-day rituals?"
Sakusa knows what they expect him to say, maybe what most of the world expects him to say...that he's got an intensive cleaning routine.
That it starts early in the morning from the moment he wakes up. Showering, meticulous preparation of his breakfast, leaving his home in pristine condition to which he can return and shut out the world.
Yeah, all those routines are essential.
But there's one thing more important than all of that.
One thing that can alleviate the stress better than any of these compulsory behaviors.
Sakusa smiles shyly and ignores the incessant clicks of cameras going off to capture the rare expression.
"Yes," he admits. He's not looking at anyone, eyes unfocusing as he says your name barely loud enough for the press conference to hear.
There's a murmured 'aww' followed by a hush of realization that Sakusa doesn't understand.
When his mind returns to the present and sees everyone staring at him he glances at the gaping Jackals until
Atsumu cackles.
His deep, jubilant outburst cracks the tension and there's a roll of laughter, scandalized muttering, and more affectionate 'awws'.
"Geez 'O-'Omi," Atsumu wheezes, "ya make-ya make it sound like ya need a good fucking before an' after a match." The setter has to wipe away tears as Sakusa's face pales. Then pinks. Then burns red.
He lunges across his teammates, Meian barely getting a hold of him before his hands can wrap around Atsumu's neck.
Across the city your office watches the press conference devolve into a common scene of chaos and embarrassment flames through your body.
Your friends give you cheeky compliments between jeers at the live broadcast. You stay silent.
Lips pressed into a tight line, eyes wide and disbelieving, you stifle every reaction you can as Kiyoomi's wrestled away from one teammate by another because even though the reporter had no idea what they were really asking and Sakusa wasn't really meaning it and Atsumu was just being his usual crass instigative-self,
he's not wrong.
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noomon · 10 months
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ding!
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. . . inarizaki second-year trio. convince, convince.
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“um.” rintarou clears his throat, taking a deep breath.
atsumu and osamu nod in his direction as they warily glance at your mother, who looked at them with a neutral expression on her face.
“good morning, mrs. l/n.” he says, his usual composed exterior coming back to him. “today, we have prepared a powerpoint to convince you to let y/n tag along on our outing tomorrow morning.”
the presentation changes to the following slide. “why you should agree to let your child join our simple outing: a powerpoint presentation made by suna rintarou, miya atsumu and miya osamu.”
your mother smiles quite a bit, and rintarou takes this as a sign from those who heard his silent pleas the night before.
“one. it would help build social connections, specifically memories with friends.” silly pictures of the twins bickering and even ones where you’re included in the background at school are what’s displayed.
“two. it helps with stress.” the next slide has a huge picture of atsumu’s face being absolutely red from eating an extra spicy dish that you and osamu dared him to eat. “according to a few studies, the company of friends would lighten one’s mood and overall performance throughout the day.” wow, they even had it cited properly—in the format of a true professional presentation.
“three. please, mrs. l/n. i can’t handle another outing with the twins; my brain cells are dropping at an alarming rate whenever i’m around them.” he sighs playfully, shaking his head. “fortunately, your child carries most of the brain cells our friend group has.”
the twins stare at rintarou with disbelief. atsumu was about to retort something when osamu held him back. they had to act on their best behavior to win your mother’s favor, after all.
one mistimed step, and she’ll surely refuse.
“four. we’ll be sure to have them home before the sun sets.”
“five. if anything happens, we’ll have atsumu to blame.”
that caught atsumu by surprise. “huh? why me?” he practically yells at rintarou, though he manages to keep his voice down.
“because it was your idea to actually wear formal suits just to deliver this presentation,” he replies.
“hey! it adds flare, don’t it?” atsumu reasons. “ya would’ve worn somethin’ else that doesn’t look professional at all, suna!”
osamu sighs to himself. “keep it down, you shits.” he quickly covers his mouth, realizing his language in front of your mother. “i– i am sorry for my language, mrs. l/n. i swear– ‘m not always like this, swear. i’m not a bad influence on your child, promise.” he tries to reassure her.
the other two looked at you and then at your mother; they were silent.
you, on the other hand, were holding in your laughter. you honestly didn’t expect osamu to use such language in front of your not-so-impressed mother.
she pinches the bridge of her nose, a small smile on her lips. “there’s no need to apologize. i can tell that you and your friends really are persistent to have y/n join you, even going as far as wearing these presentable suits in this hot weather.” atsumu nudges rintarou with a look that says ‘see? it helped!’ “creating a powerpoint presentation and bringing a projector in our home—” rintarou had an eager glint in his eyes as he listened, “made an honest attempt in showing your best behavior in front of your friend’s mother,” osamu smiles sheepishly.
“i’m delighted to know that you are y/n’s friends. what you showed me convinced me well enough.” the three, along with you, cheer as she says this.
“you may have y/n join you three whenever or wherever you want, as long as you tell me or their father beforehand.”
rintarou nods. “thank you, mrs. l/n. fuck, we actually did it. it’s like when we did our thesis defense.”
“rintarou!” you chuckled, and the twins happily thanked your mother.
the three could definitely say they had a knack for convincing and really put in the effort on rare ocassions, especially when it came to you.
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starreo · 3 months
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multi-character drabble.
includes bad bf, cheating, adult themes so, mdni.
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he doesn't understand why you're dating his best friend. he's so much better than him. he picks up your calls immediately on nights when you're feeling lonely, he sticks to you in parties while his best friend is chatting up some girls at the bar, he brings you your favourite cravings randomly to make you happy.
when he's out shopping with his best friend, he sees something you'd like, "hey, y/n might like that, no?" and he just laughs, he says it's been months since the two of you started dating, and yet he has no idea what you like. however, he picks it up. and gifts it to you, "thought you might like this."
when he's playing video games with his best friend and you ask which outfit would look better on you, he is the one that looks up while his best friend still has his eyes concentrated on the screen. "you'd look stunning in both." he says, eyes refusing to look away from yours, observing your hurt stare at your boyfriend.
when he's with the two of you and it's a cold night, he asks you if you're feeling warm enough. when you shiver as a response, he takes his jacket off and places it on your shoulders. unlike your boyfriend who says, "should've just worn something else, babe ".
when you're crying about the lack of attention and love from the other side of your relationship, he is comforting you. telling you, "you deserve the best man, and if your boyfriend can't be one then, you should leave him." oh he whispers so much of that sweet stuff that by the end of your third drink, you blurt out how your boyfriend hasn't been able to make you cum even once. and that's when he can't take it anymore. he grabs you by your head and smashes his lips against yours.
when you're whimpering in his ear, gripping his shoulders tightly while creaming all over his cock, he promises you that you'll never have to fake an orgasm again. "i'll fuck you so good, you'll cum even if you don't want to ."
nagi, rin, isagi, reo, mikey, chifuyu, gojo, geto, hiori, eren, jean, suna rintaro, atsumu miya + any of your favs <3
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byunbqbes · 1 year
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HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN
⟶ ft. kuroo, suna, ushijima
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♡ kuroo
"kuroo? kuroo testurou?"
kuroo whips around, ready to apologise to whoever that the nekoma volleyball team is currently rushing to catch their bus back to school, when he's suddenly hit with...
kuroo's jaw drops.
he doesn't even know how to describe what he's seeing. all he knows is that he's currently staring at the girl of his dreams.
"um, could i take a video with you?" you give him a tentative grin, before rocking back on your heels, adding, "and if it's okay, could you wish my friend to get well soon?"
kuroo immediately closes his mouth, aware that he looks completely stupid in front of the cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. he gazes at you with his iconic half-lidded eyes, hoping he sounds more confident than the way his heart is clenching in his chest, "oh? a video? and what's your friend's name?"
"misaki! she's your biggest fan but she couldn't be here because she's sick today." kuroo nods empathetically at your explanation, internally swooning because you're going to such lengths for your sick friend? that is so cute.
"sure! a video's nothing! hang on - kenma, help us take a video!"
kenma turns around, about to protest how they have no more time to entertain fangirls when he sees kuroo slinging an arm around you. kuroo shoots kenma a pleading look and kenma finds himself sighing because, of course, kuroo is absolute putty for pretty girls.
when coach nekomata calls for kuroo and kenma, kuroo frowns as he removes his arm around your waist, before he gets an idea.
he leans in closer to you, pressing something into your hands, smirking, "return this to me in school."
before you can even open your mouth and protest, kuroo's gone.
you look down in your hands and see his nekoma jacket crumpling between your fingers as you giggle to yourself.
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♡ suna
suna is normally cool as a cucumber, eyes glued to his phone nonchalantly whenever a group of fangirls approach his teammates and gush animatedly.
normally.
he thinks he's being slick when he sneaks a few glances your way, heart clenching in his chest as he sees you move closer - or rather sees your friends drag you towards...him?
suna quickly assesses his situation and scans the area around him - no, the miya twins were not around him. this could only mean one thing - you're headed straight in his direction.
before he has the time to really freak out about an angel of a girl approaching him, you're already getting pushed towards him, with your friends' soft snickers in the background. and you're beaming up at him softly.
he feels his heart in his throat when he hears you repeat, gesturing to your friend who's holding up a polaroid camera, "are you okay to take a photo with me?"
okay? fuck. he is more than okay.
suna blinks, regaining a little composure. straightening his jersey, suna nods at you silently and wraps an arm around your shoulder, hoping you don't hear the way his heart is hammering thunderously against his chest.
holy shit. how do you smell amazing too? what was that - vanilla or something floral?
as suna tries to figure out what exactly is the intoxicating scent wafting around him, the photo is over, a little too fast might he add. he feels you pulling away from him and his arm drops back to his sides.
he knows he sounds uncharacteristically simp-y and even cringes a little at himself, but he knows he will forever regret it if he didn't ask you.
"do you wanna have another photo? with the polaroid camera, i mean."
suna may or may not have left his number behind the second polaroid.
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♡ ushijima
"hi!"
ushijima feels a gentle tap on his shoulder right after he hears you. he turns around slowly and -
there is no way you are real.
"hello." he greets, looking stoic in contrast to the way he's internally panicking.
ushijima feels his grip tighten on the volleyball he's holding, taking in the way your eyes shine under the harsh gym lights. he listens to you ramble something about being a fan of his and a reporter as his eyes continue to glaze over your angelic figure, only snapping out of it when he feels kageyama nudging his side.
"so ermmm, what do you do in your free time?" you repeat helpfully, prodding a pen against your notepad.
"uhm." ushijima feels his face heating up. "i take care of my plants."
you're immediately gasping, "no way! i'm a plant mom too!"
"oh, uhhh," ushijima swallows, growing impossibly redder at the revelation of your shared hobby, "what do you grow?"
"roses!"
of course. that suits you, he thinks, pretty flowers for a pretty girl.
before ushijima knows it, he's spluttering nervously, "there's...actually a nursery around here..."
you look up from your notepad, eyes crinkling excitedly as you listen to ushijima explain how to get there. but after a couple of failed descriptions, ushijima scratches his head, "i-if you're not too busy afterwards, i could take you there?"
your eyes widen at the insinuation, before you nod shyly and give ushijima a small smile, which he finds himself melting at.
did ushijima just score himself a date? maybe.
is he complaining? oh hell no.
🤍 reblogs are very appreciated!
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emmyrosee · 6 months
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You’re completely out of reality today.
Rintaro’s flight is delayed until who knows what time, the twins brewing in your uterus are obliterating your back and bladder, and the love of your life Kaiya is intent on making your life a project today. With Akito staying at a friends house for a project, it truly is just you at the mercy of 1.8 kids.
You’ve danced the pregnant dance for nine years by now, but this is the first time in a long time you’re just about ready to break down into tears. You don’t know if it’s because you’re exhausted, your hormones are off the chart, or if you’re just so done with being pregnant for the past 8 months that the baby bump you usually adore is just becoming too much to keep.
You feel so sore, so gross from the sweat and other bodily fluid changes that come with twins. Nothing that any pamphlet, and doctor, even the Miya twin’s poor mother taking the time to call you and talk to you about it wasn’t anything to hold a candle to the exhaustion you’re feeling.
Eventually, it must boil over. And you do so without even knowing it, brushing Kaiya’s hair after a bath.
“Why you cryin’, mumma?”
“Huh?” Your hand stills softly, just clutching the hairbrush in your hand.
She turns around to face you, her small hand slowly reaching up to touch your wet cheek, and when you feel the warmth of her hand against your cool tear tracks, you’re quick to sniffle and move to wipe them away. “I’m sorry baby, mommy’s just feeling yucky today.”
Okay. Not what you meant to confess to your little three year old, but immediately, her eyes widen and she moves to crawl on your lap. You pick her up and plop her on your thigh, cradling her and trying your damndest to not wail right there.
“Mumma bootiful, mumma.”
Again, you freeze. You pull away slightly, fat tears rolling down your cheeks with fervor this time. “What…?”
“Mumma bootiful!”
“Mumma’s beautiful?”
“Yeah!”
Your lip wobbles and you tug her closer, “my baby… what did I do to deserve you? My cutie Kaiya.” You give her a flurry of kisses on her cheeks, and it has her giggling in joy.
“Mumma give kisses!”
“Mumma will always give you kisses,” you promise. You plant a few more to her temple, only stopping to take a few minutes to sniff her clean hair, rub her soft cheeks, and enjoy the silence of just you and your little girl.
A sudden kick to your side has you snapped from your daze, and Kaiya gasps excitedly.
“Which baby’s kickin, mumma?” She asks, and you ponder the thought for a minute. “Sachie or Sachiko?”
You think on it, then plant a kiss to her nose, “I think it’s Sachie; I think she’s got daddy’s sassiness, don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” agrees, and with one more kiss to her temple, you nudge her softly to get up.
“Come on, stink. Let’s watch a movie before daddy comes home to ruin the fun.” At your words, she giggles and gets up, bouncing down the halls and leaving you to quickly clean the bathroom.
With a small bowl of veggies and a Disney movie playing on the tv, you pull a blanket over you both and let the calmness of Encanto bring you to a state of being half asleep; You’re not entirely sure when Rintaro finally does come home, but there’s a new movie playing, and Kaiya leaps off the couch excitedly.
“Daddy!”
You hear bags drop and your eyes open exhaustedly in an attempt to greet him, but the heaviness in them lingers as you try to keep them open. You hear Rintaro shushing Kaiya softly, followed by a few plants of wet kisses on her cheek. There’s murmurs of conversation, and you hear Rintaro’s steps coming closer as you stretch. “Hey babydoll; stay comfy, I’ll come get you in a bit.”
“Gotta get the chicken for tomorrow…”
“Huh?”
Kaiya giggles, “mumma still sleeping.”
“Guess so,” he chuckles. He plants a kiss to your head, mumbles to Kaiya to do the same, and your mind is so buried in its exhaustion to process even getting up to greet your man. “Come on Kaiya. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Okay daddy!”
There’s no footsteps that you can process, but you do hear one final thing that has you curling into the warmth of your blanket in search of his embrace.
“Mommy really is beautiful, isn’t she stink?”
“Mumma’s bootiful!”
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If my life ain’t this ion want it
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