Prompt 235
“Mother, I have made a friend.”
Now don’t get him wrong, Danny was delighted at the idea of Jordan making a friend, he really was. But the last three attempts had been borderline kidnappings, so he wasn’t entirely sure if he should be. Thankfully it doesn’t seem he’s kidnapped this one. Hopefully.
Not that he wouldn’t be surprised if Dan managed to kidnap a tiny kryptonian, but the kid- Jon apparently- seemed happy enough to be there. Apparently his grandparents lived in the midwest too, and was happy enough to have someone to talk about it.
Though um, maybe Danny should have checked to see if his parents knew where he’d gone, because he was not expecting a harried-looking superman to suddenly appear at his window.
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[baby fever] ft. ushijima wakatoshi
wc: 400
iwaizumi | atsumu | osamu | sakusa | kageyama
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You’re standing outside the gym where the Olympics team is practicing when you see Iwaizumi walk by, hand in hand with a clumsily waddling toddler. Iwaizumi nods at you and the toddler waves a chubby arm at you. You giggle and wave back.
“Did you want to wait inside?” Iwaizumi asks.
You’re about to decline when the toddler tugs on your fingers.
“Come in?” he asks.
You agree, letting him lead you by his grip around your ring finger and pinky. Inside the gym, Iwaizumi asks you to watch his son as he finishes up with the team. The child quickly settles into your lap, his babbling trailing off as he dozes away. You’re fiddling with a loose thread in his little sweater when Wakatoshi comes up behind you, freshly showered. He greets you with a brief kiss on the head and sits quietly next to you when he sees the sleeping kid in your arms.
“Who’s this?”
“Iwaizumi’s son,” you respond distractedly.
Ushijima stares intently at you as you gently rock the small child in your arms. He continues to watch in silence as you double-knot his shoelaces, straighten the sleeves on his sweater, and swat away the drool at the corner of his open mouth. He notices when you laugh quietly at his little snores.
His eyes are still on you when you finally look up at him.
“What,” you laugh. “What are you looking at?”
Before he can answer, Iwaizumi comes to relieve you of childcare duties. He thanks you and you assure him that his son was wonderful.
“You’re in a good mood,” Ushijima states.
You only smile at him, swinging your clasped hands in wide arcs and skipping a bit.
Later that night, with your back nestled into his broad chest, he rubs a warm, large palm on your tummy. The gesture is innocent and gentle, but the circles get slowly wider.
“You like kids, huh?” As he talks, the palm slides up to cup your breasts.
“Is that what this is about?”
“What do you think,” he asks, hands not stopping. “About having kids.”
You push him onto his back and roll on top of his chest, eye to eye with him. He gazes at you lovingly and you’ll never get tired of it.
“I want a girl,” you say. “I really want to see your big muscly arms holding a pink blanket with our little daughter in it.”
He gives you a confused look, “if that’s what you want.”
He flips the two of you over, hands back on your body.
“What are you doing!” you laugh.
“Starting now,” he says simply, as his hands continue their trail down your body.
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NOOOO SAM DON'T FILL OUT THE PAPERWORK ASKING YOU TO LIST FOUR NEGATIVE MEMORIES ASSOCIATED WITH SCHOOL OR AN EQUIVALENT EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTION AND RATE EACH FROM ZERO TO SEVEN WITH ZERO BEING NEUTRAL AND SEVEN BEING TRAUMATIC. SAM NOOOO
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[baby fever - aka 6:36 PM] ft. iwaizumi hajime
wc: 200
ushijima | atsumu | osamu | sakusa | kageyama
You watch as Miya Atsumu settles into his seat in front of the reporters before setting the little toddler into his lap. She babbles quietly, incoherently as Atsumu answers question after question.
“Yeah,” you hear Atsumu say, “I think the team works really well together because-”
“Wa!” the little girl interrupts.
“Because of our high school rivalries-”
“Wawa-chan!”
You watch Atsumu’s little daughter lock focus on Hajime standing next to you, reaching her stubby arms out to him.
“Wawa-chan!” she repeats.
Atsumu laughs, “she loves Iwaizumi, our athletic trainer.”
You look over at your boyfriend, who’s trying to keep a straight face but also raises a hand to wiggle his fingers at the little Miya, who giggles in return.
“I didn’t know you liked kids,” you whisper at him.
“I don’t,” he says, all the while still making funny hand motions.
“If you like them so much,” you snake your fingers into his large palm. “I could help you out.”
Hajime squeezes your palm in reprimand. “Behave.” He looks over at you out of the corner of his eyes. “Anyway I’d like to get married before that.”
You sigh dramatically, “such a gentleman. You weren’t last night when we were-”
He slips the hand that was holding yours around your waist and gives the fat of your hips a solid squeeze. “Behave.” he whispers against your ear.
“Or I’ll make you later.”
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