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this is me and atsumu when we got married:
this is atsumu now:
i love it so bad…
i got a new theme idea for this acc..
@dearru been thinking abt weird akaashi x cool girl mak whos also weird deep down rn
𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 ♡
akaashi keiji x f!reader
you and your boyfriend are no strangers to overthinking — so when your period doesn't arrive on time, you take turns calming each other down.
"I'm late." Akaashi lifted his head from the manuscript he was editing, his glasses strewn haphazardly across his face. You were standing in the threshold of your shared study, having just returned from your second anxiety-induced bathroom break of the night.
Your boyfriend of five years turned in his creaky swivel chair to face the calendar tacked on the leftmost wall of the room, littered in neon post-it notes and defaced by both of your penmanships — Akaashi's short and slanted, yours perfectly proportioned.
Ever the editor, he said, "But I thought your draft wasn't due until next week." Being a romance author and dating a literary editor certainly had its perks, but in this moment, you couldn't decide whether to feel distressed or endeared by his misinterpretation. You took a deep breath and tried again.
"...not that kind of late."
It took him a second to understand. But when he finally did, the brain fog immediately cleared from his eyes.
"Oh — oh," he said, setting down his red pen and standing from his desk. "You're absolutely sure?"
You nodded. "Three days, to be exact."
Ever since you and Akaashi had started dating your senior year of college, you had been tracking your periods in hopes of preventing an unplanned pregnancy. You were both open to having kids — after all, you two were arguably the most responsible ones in your friend group, and baby fever passed between the two of you as easily as the common cold. But neither of you expected to have a child this early into your careers, and the mere idea was enough to make you feel queasy.
"Hey, hey," Akaashi interjected gently, reading the expression on your face like an open book. He walked around his cluttered desk and pulled you into his arms. "It's okay. I know we both have a tendency to overthink —"
"A great trait to pass onto a baby," you volleyed back.
"But if you really are pregnant, we would handle it," he continued, however amused by your quit wit. He tucked your head beneath his chin. "We'd ask all the right questions, read all the right parenting books. I'll hold your hand when your get your blood drawn, even though it makes me want to collapse."
Despite yourself, you chuckled at that.
"Besides," he added. "We practically raise Bokuto together already."
You were laughing even harder now, the waves of anxiety flooding your chest now subsiding, if only for a moment. Akaashi was the only one capable of doing that.
"Ugh," you cried, pulling away from him to massage your tired eyes. "How did this even happen?"
"I think you know perfectly well how this happened."
"Of course, I know," you drawled. "But we had a plan. A well-thought-out, career-oriented plan. You would go to grad school, I would publish a few more novels —"
"All of which we can still do if we become parents," Akaashi replied, taking both of your hands into his. "Y/N, I am well-aware of the fact that we both love planning our lives to a tee. In fact, your thoughtfulness and attention-to-detail are what I love most about you."
Your face flushed at his affectionate words.
"But maybe it would save us both the mental energy to let life surprise us every once in a while," he finished.
"With a baby?"
"With anything! Including the possibility of a baby." He pushed your hair of our of face and looked at you in sheer adoration. "I love you, Y/N. There is no other person I'd want to become a parent with. So while an unplanned pregnancy sounds daunting, I will be right there with you. We'd figure it out. Together."
Perhaps it was the steady confidence in his eyes — or the potential pregnancy hormones coursing through your bloodstream, but you started to cry. Taken aback, Akaashi immediately took you back into his arms.
"D-Did I say something wrong?" he stammered. You shook your head against his chest as you wept.
"No. No, you said everything right," you reassured him. "God, if this actually happens, Keiji, you're going to be an incredible parent."
Now it was his turn to get emotional.
You turned off the lamps at your respective desks and headed to the pharmacy two blocks away from your apartment, the sidewalks bustling with native bar-hoppers and starry-eyed tourists. You'd both walked this path several times before and had always returned with a bundle of items: Red Bull, microwave popcorn, the occasional pack of condoms. But never a pregnancy test. "Is there a specific brand that gives you the most accurate results?" Akaashi asked, immediately pulling out his phone to do some research in the middle of the family planning aisle. "It says here that digital pregnancy tests are generally considered more accurate, but you can get a pack of three analog tests for nearly half the price..."
He paced up-and-down the rows of tests, comparing and cross-referencing them like he did each of his authors' drafts.
"I mean, why don't we just buy them all? It can't hurt to cover all the bases," he murmured, grabbing one of each brand from the shelf and dumping them into your open arms.
"Keiji," you laughed, amused by how serious he was about all of this. "Don't you think we're being a little hasty?"
"You're right," your boyfriend said, shaking his head. "I haven't even checked the expiration dates on any of these — "
"No, that's not what I meant," you repeated firmly, meeting his frazzled gaze with your now-steady one. "I think we should buy only one pack. Your pick."
He looked at you as if you'd just suggested he dive off a steep cliff. "Are you sure?" "Yes," you promised him. "I don't even think I have enough pee for all the pregnancy tests I'm holding right now." His shoulders slumped from the steep drop in adrenaline, and he pressed his lips into a tight, nervous line before admitting, "I just want to make sure I'm doing everything right." "You already are," you reassured him, shifting all of the pregnancy tests over to one arm and reaching out to squeeze his shoulder with the other. "You don't need to overthink whether or not you're doing a great job, because you are. I wouldn't have let you possibly impregnate me if you weren't."
He released a shaky sigh, a sheepish smile on his face as he asked, "Can I still consult Google reviews?"
After finally selecting a pregnancy test and a pint of ice cream to share, you and Akaashi paid for your items and walked back to your apartment arm-in-arm.
"Do you remember the day we met?" he asked, the sounds of the city rumbling between you as you walked.
"Of course I remember. I wanted the last desk in the front row of our senior writing seminar, but someone got there before me," you said teasingly. "Though I think it was for the best. I developed a crush on the back of your head almost instantly."
"You did not."
"I'm not even kidding. I'm pretty sure I based all of my fictional love interests on you that year."
"That I picked up on."
"You did not."
He chuckled. "Don't get me wrong, I had to ask Bokuto to read your stories because I thought I was insanely self-absorbed for suspecting you'd base any character off of me. I'd never had anyone describe me so accurately. So...deeply," he confessed. "I was flattered. Truly."
You couldn't help the blush creeping up your neck. "I guess that's what I get, asking my crush to peer-review my work."
He bent down to press his lips to your temple. "I'm glad you did."
You climbed the stairs back to your apartment and unlocked the door, the small space crowded by stacks of books and half-empty mugs. You imagined what it would be like to rearrange the furniture to make room for a crib, what it would be like for you and Akaashi to read to your baby all the books you'd loved as children. The mere idea was enough to make your eyes well up again.
God, you thought to yourself, tearing open the box of pregnancy tests and inspecting the thick packet of instructions. Would you actually be disappointed if this test came back negative?
"I'll be right here if you need me," Akaashi said, gesturing to the couch. You nodded, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door.
After five minutes of working yourself up to peeing on the stick and another two of actually doing it, you ushered your boyfriend back into the bathroom. You'd placed the test face-down beside the sink, not wanting to know the results without him. Your heart hammered violently as you considered this piece of plastic's inane ability to tell your entire future in just a few measly lines.
"Hey," Akaashi reassured you for the millionth time that night, intertwining your hand in his. "No matter the outcome, I've got you."
"I know." You nodded. "I've got you, too."
His expression softened. "You ready?"
"Yeah," you said, and you meant it. After all, Akaashi Keiji had spent the past five years holding your heart with more patience and consideration you ever thought you deserved, and you had dedicated yourself fully to doing the same for him. You took care of each other amidst all anxieties. That alone was enough to assure you that, whatever the future held, you would be just fine.
Squeezing each other's hand one last time, you took a deep breath, reached for the pregnancy test, and turned it over. @miyasmagnolias, 2025
@solvisun
I think this is cute
It all started with a ring. A simple, band of silver wrapped around Tsukishima’s left ring finger. It wasn’t flashy but it looked particularly new.
His coworkers, Kento and Ran, at Sendai City Museum noticed it immediately, especially when he had to take it off to clean pieces or when he needed to wash his hands.
“Did you see it?” one whispered, leaning against the coffee machine.
“Of course I saw it. How could I not?” another one murmured back, eyes moving towards the tall figure of Tsukishima, who was typing something on his computer.
None of them dared to ask. They all knew Tsukishima well enough to understand prying would get them nowhere.
Why was he wearing a ring? He never wore jewelry, so that initial theory was quickly debunked. Family heirloom? Could be, but still, it looked pretty new and he wouldn’t wear it. Then of course, the most obvious: marriage.
But, to who? Not even one of his workmates knew that he was in a relationship!
Their best bet was to observe him in his natural habitat— the museum. Maybe they could catch a glimpse of his lock screen or some text message received from a significant other. But nothing.
Until a group of students came to visit the fossils exhibit. Tsukishima was always the one who prepared and guided the students around the exhibit and gift shop, but today, he was accompanied by his two coworkers, as new fossils had been added.
“And there is the gift shop. We offer replicas of the fossils and several other objects that you may find interesting.” Tsukishima tells the children and their respective teachers. “We have a more specific area with educational resources for class.”
“Thank you so much, Tsukishima-san.” One of the teachers bows, showing him her respect and gratitude. “We’ll have a look.”
Tsukishima’s gaze lingers on something else for a moment and one of his coworkers notices the direction is going to.
“It’s no problem. If you excuse me, I need to grab something.”
The teachers nod and Tsukishima leaves their side, walking towards the front desk of the gift shop. Kento swats Ran’s arm.
“Look!”
“Kei, you forgot your lunch again.”
Their eyes looked at the shopkeeper, the lovely, bubbly (Y/N).
She stood behind the counter, holding a neatly wrapped bento with a look of fondness. The taller man sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“I didn’t forget it… Just to lazy to carry it…”
“Aha, of course…” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, stepping out from behind the counter, leaving the bento behind for a few seconds. Without any doubt nor hesitation, she reached up to fix Tsukishima’s sweater and lanyard. It looked like she had just done that for years—her touch almost familiar.
“You’re impossible,” she muttered, a smile playing on her lips as she tapped a finger against his chest. A finger wearing an almost similar ring to Tsukishima’s, adorned with a small diamond.
Kento and Ran barely held back their gasps.
This was it. This was her. The mystery wife, the lovely (Y/N) that hang out with them, went to karaoke and went out for drinks on Fridays. How long had they been together? How on Earth did they not notice?
Hiding behind a postcard display, they started murmuring about possible timelines, shivers running throughout their bodies at the haze of Tsukishima’s golden eyes flicking in their direction.
“I can hear you, you know?”
Kento and Ran scattered instantly, but not before hearing (Y/N)’s laughter and noticing the playful little smile on Tsukishima’s face.
this is me and atsumu when we got married:
this is atsumu now:
idk why i made it so in-depth…idk i might do it for some of them but the rest of my bllk ships are being put together..
Yoris 𓂃⋆.˚ yoichi isagi + iris
We keep this love in a photograph /// We make theses memories for ourselves /// Where are eyes never closing /// hearts are never broken…and times forever frozen still.
“So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans.”
iris: Thank you for being there for me.
Yoichi: I’d do it 100 times over.
him → hero of her story , loves her unconditionally , will eat her food if she’s full , buys her things just cause , supports her , he waited for her till she was ready.
her → wears i love my bf shirts , always at his games , number 1 supporter , will crash her car into his opps , his gf who naps too much.
songs 𓂃 no one noticed - the maria’s , still with you - jungkook , and more…
backstory: in my bllk selfship au yoris takes place after iris’ toxic back n forth with oliver.
@livteracts ginger cannon
I love you bro you my slime @livteracts
this reminded me of u and ur selfships
dead huzz i’m bella from twilight
me bc i have a selfship with
for hq
my mains: shoyo , osamu , kuroo , sakusa atsumu , suna , ukai
my sides: dachi , suga , kageyama , kenma , iwaizumi , bokuto , meian
for bllk
isagi , oliver , rin , nagi
for jjk
nanami , geto , sukuna , toji , higuruma
for mha
bakugou , all might , deku , shinso , sero , shoto , aizawa , hawks
erm that’s all i remember
CANNON SAKRIS CANNON SAKRIS
SAKUSA KIYOOMI loses all of his edge when it comes to you.
it’s no secret that he has a reputation of being cold and aloof, sharp-tongued and straight to the point. what was once a coping mechanism long ago has since been ingrained into his personality and is second nature to him. aside from his coach, team staff, close friends and people he considers family, there’s no need for anyone else to held that closely to him.
no one needs to know that while he's grumbling over the phone about his upcoming PR schedule, he has your snoozing head resting in his lap and fingers carding through your hair.
no one needs to know that a mandatory goodbye kiss from you is required before leaving the house, if not his day is going to start off horribly and he'll be in a snappy mood, how dramatic.
no one needs to know that his tone softens whenever he talks to you, words sanded down, smoothened around the edges and laced with tenderness, not because you can't take it, but because why should he?
sakusa kiyoomi shows his love in private, he doesn't need to prove it to anyone, certainly not the press, but he makes sure you know it very well, especially in quiet moments with just you and him.
taglist. open (link to form) @wyrcan @urslytherin @saucejar @kurogira @returntothefae
@diorzs @daisy-room @stellar-headquarters @whatisnureotypical @haruhi269
@ayatakanosstuff @zuhaeri @cyxjz @sexylexy12
© inloveinsickness. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.
i was so sure i wouldve gave up fanfiction the moment i turned 18 when i was 12 😭😭
KUROO TETSUROU doesn’t get it.
you’re around all the time—at school, after school, walking home. you're his neighbor. he sees you practically every day. so why does it feel like he misses you?
and not just a little. like... really misses you. the kind that sits in his chest and doesn’t let up. but calling it “missing you” doesn’t feel right.
one late night, he spirals down a google rabbit hole and finds the word: ‘longing’. that’s it. it’s not just about seeing you. it’s about the way you make things feel okay without even trying. the way he wants more than just friendship, more than what you already give him without realizing.
so, in a moment of zero forethought, he calls you. after three rings, you pick up.
“hello?”
“y/n, i think i’m in love with you.”
there’s a beat of silence, then a soft laugh. “you’re real funny.”
“i’m not joking,” he says. “i’ve been sitting with this for weeks. i miss you, even when i’m with you. and i don’t know what that says about me, but i needed to tell you.”
the silence stretches. regret starts creeping in.
“…forget i said anything. that was—”
“kuroo,” you cut in, “you’re such an idiot. i love you too.”
after yet another beat of silence, he speaks up again.
“can i see you?” he asks, like his mouth’s moving faster than his brain can keep up.
“try not to wake anybody up.” you reply with a soft smile.
© 𝐒𝟔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 | please do not edit, translate or plagiarize my work ! dividers belong to @.cafekitsune
@fushiguruuzzzz this is for you 💕💗💖💞💓💘💝
haikyuu & general taglist — @livteracts @honeycrispappletree @ihychi @esotericsorrow @parlaitte @mayyhaps @evesfairytale @lizbix @lacel0veletters @ayatakanosstuff (taglist form linked here)
@dearru also cannon then that the boys like girls with short hair 😍😍
I think between the twins Osamu would be the more aggressive flirt based off this illustration.
He was so direct to the point it even freaked out Atsumu lol.
catch me making out with everyone (including mak and suna.) NO ONE IS SAVE AROUND ME
5 people id take to coachella with me:
@dearru for obvious reasons
-suna (weed.)
-hinata (vibes.)
-aran (responsible.)
-atsumu (vibes.)
⟢ CUTTTING FRUIT FOR YOU !
what bllk boys do when you ask them to cut/peel fruit.
⟢ including ... isagi yoichi, barou shoei, reo mikage, itoshi rin
⟢ notes ... fluff, mentions of knives, mentions of food, picky-ish reader (barou)
ISAGI YOICHI
makes it his life mission to make sure he does it as perfectly as he can.
he takes three minutes to cut his first slice. then, he spends decades trying to eyeball around the same size, and it ends up being so off.
overthinks it so much. he'll be cutting an apple into slices, and one of them comes out as a square. why? he thought you'd rather have bite sized pieces, and this one was "too big".
you can tell he's beating himself up in his head about it because he can't even look you in the eyes when he serves it to you.
please reassure him cutting fruits is not that serious </3
BAROU SHOEI
you don't have to ask, he's forcing you to eat them.
at least once a day he scolds you about your poor eating habits. you want something sweet? well, he'll give you something sweet. fruit.
if you're particularly reluctant, he'll cut things up in the most extravagant ways possible. even just one grape is too pretty to eat because how did he even make it rose shaped with such a massive knife?
he gives up.
when he serves you fruit, the slices are perfect. no blemishes, no odd cuts, all even sizes, picture perfect. you don't even need to inspect each slice because they're just that perfect.
REO MIKAGE
is already cutting fruit for you before you even ask.
it's almost instinct whenever the two of you end up having a conversation in the kitchen. he doesn't stop talking, just preparing a bowl of mixed fruits with all of your favourites at the same time. he's probably got his house stocked up with everything that you like.
if he knows you're eyeing a piece of fruit because you can't wait, he doesn't hesitate to hold up a chunk that he just cut, feeding it to you.
if you don't want it, he'll make you take it anyway. not only is it healthy and refreshing, but also hydrating; you need to eat some.
ITOSHI RIN
always gives you a funny look when you ask.
like he'll do it, but why him?
is suspiciously good at peeling oranges. he could be ripping the thing apart and it'll come out smooth with no piths sticking to it. that's true skill.
if he really wanted to, he could squeeze one with his bare hands and make juice. (copied from sae) he did it once in summer because you were dying for some "nice, fresh orange juice", and your eyes were basically begging him to do the thing.
honestly he'd rather just give you a bowl of small berries and grapes instead of going through the process of cutting fruit.
5 people id take to coachella with me:
@dearru for obvious reasons
-suna (weed.)
-hinata (vibes.)
-aran (responsible.)
-atsumu (vibes.)
@kawoala
my attempt at one of my favorite red boys (also a bit of a muscle study)
I love doing magazine esc covers so I figure why not do one for one of the most photogenic... drawgeninc?? people ever
"we're breaking up" texts with bllk boys
ft rin itoshi, sae itoshi, nagi seishiro, alexis ness, chigiri hyoma, shidou ryusei
(twst version)
me and hinata are both procrastinators everything gets done last minute like me and shoyo college au roommates. We’re constantly up at 3am trying to retain information for the test (we wake up late, don’t remember anything we studied, i somehow still end up forcing him to get coffee with me, and we cheat off of tsukishima.) BUT if we ever are doing a project together i try to be the more responsible one
it was so easy to be locked in when i had faves like tsukishima and geto who are both academically inclined. now my fave is hinata, who would totally enable me to procrastinate…
I think once bakugou gets over the potential fear of rejection, he is ALL in when it comes to you. he flirts so obviously (in his own bakugou way), he hesitantly compliments, he finds any excuse to be around you.
Like that boy is SO down bad. Loyal to the HIGHEST degree.
iris, my love, who's your have host from ohshc? <3
i’m going with kaoru. He’s my favorite especially towards the end I think he’s just a good character, as well as kyoya but i don’t super see him as an official host since he’s always taking care of the financial stuff.
ty for the tag nana!!
I saw this floating around amd wanted to try it!
Go to pinterest and search “my vibe aesthetic” and post the top 6 results!
Tagging: @mimikittysblog @fizzyapplecandy
This what i think bakugou's room looks like. Very minimalist. Throw in some weight for exercising somewhere, an all might poster on the wall and his fave figurine too on the desk.
I think he'd also have LED lights but like hidden under his desk or behind his bed
Osamu! 🍙🍙🍙
How Id flirt/meet? my hq selfships different au (lwk still similar ngl..): pt.1
Hinata
setting: the beach
how: i see how sweaty and hot he looks on the beach playing so i buy myself and him a coconut that they sell on the beach with the straw and then a spoon so u can eat the flesh after you drink the water, Id just awkwardly walk up to him while he’s taking a breather, hand it to him and walk away. Later he finds me after a game n trys to thank me in broken ass portuguese and i dunno what he’s saying so i just replied in spanish.
Osamu
setting: The bar
how: makes small talk with him at the bar, he tells me abt his shop, he asks me to dance (smau can dance idc atsumu can’t.) and i grab his biceps to get down from the chair drunk to care (trying to fight the urge not to chomp on them.) We’re on the dance floor and he notices how flirty i’m getting n doesn’t know how to act (his ears are RED.) anywho somehow we end up at miyas kitchen eating onigiri till the late am. (now we’re married with 15 kids.)
Kuroo
setting: Tokyo - Bc of tokyo sims.
how: Kole asks me if i could ask anyone on a date so i say sure. I see kuroo and i stop in front of him (cameras are following he’s lwk nervous LOL.) i’m like taking in how fine and tall he is and now im nervous. Anyway i ask him “Do you want to go get something to eat rn?” and he’s staring at me lwk doesn’t know if he should be shocked or weirded out but he knows it’s tokyo sims so he says “why not.” and shrugs and so i take his arm. (MIND U HE WASNT EXPECTING ME TO LEAVE WITJ HIM AFTET HE SAID YES, he thought it was just for show.) but he just went with it and we went out for drinks n food.
suna
setting: After one of his games.
how: fan signing, obvi i’m a fan for this man. Anyways he sees i have his jersey on and he’s lwk flatter? (i dunno.) I ask him to sign my jersey on the back near his name (ofc he agrees LOL.) anyways so to get like a steady hand he grips my hip (unintentionally.) to write his name (im freaking the fuck out bc fine shyt is GRABBING ME.) i turn around to face him (im red in the face i get red easily.) and i just say “uhm thank you suna.” and walk the fuck out. It doesn’t register why i freaked out until kamori tells him why. So when he heads home he’s HOPING i tagged him in a post about him signing my jersey (ofc i did.) so he can text me to apologize, This leads to him finding my page and stalking me on insta (he’s now nervous.) I wake up to find him liking my story of the picture i posted with me and the jersey on, and a dm from him (im winning.)