#Aomine could live with hot

[long-manic-nights]

Aomine used to think Kise was just hot, until he smiled at him once during their 2nd year of high school and he just…WOW.

[summer-nights19]

Hello^^! I was wondering how would GoM (seperately) react to y/n being stalked online/offline by a friend she made and thought was good but she was mistaken....?

Sure Anon :) enjoyy

GoM react to a creepy online friend

cw: mentions of catcalling/sexual harassment/nice-guyness

You'd first met him online, through a mutual acquaintance. He'd started talking to you and pretty soon, you guys became good friends. You had a lot in common both on and off the internet, and talking to him felt very easy. Before you knew it, you'd opened up to him about your personal life and your struggles - he was always there to comfort you, to listen. It never even crossed your mind that he could have ulterior intentions, despite your boyfriend constantly being very wary of the whole situation. One day, you'd decided to meet up at a local cafe to hang out in person. However, it didn't go quite like you'd expected...

Akashi

Akashi had been skeptical of your "friend" from the very beginning. Why would you need guy friends ? And online ones at that ? He'd always had a feeling that this guy was a creep, but you'd played it off as him being jealous. This was the same guy who would act weird any time you so much as mentioned another man

You didn't tell him about the meeting because you already knew how he'd react, so you just came up with an excuse about meeting a friend at a cafe to study

When you got there, you'd felt a little nervous, and that feeling only got worse when you heard someone wolf whistling behind you. You turned around, ready to give them a piece of your mind, before realising that you recognised that face. It was the one in the profile picture of the friend you'd been texting for months. Your heart quickly sank as you realised you'd made a mistake

He was still ogling you and getting all up in your personal space while making lude comments when the door to the cafe slammed open. A moment later, your "friend" was on his knees and you were looking into your boyfriend's crimson eyes

"Let's get out of here, Y/N. Living trash like this doesn't deserve to even breathe the same air as you,".

Still shaking, you followed him out of the little cafe and into the city streets. You'd walked in silence for a few minutes before you allowed the tears to spill.

"Akashi, I'm so sorry. I lied to you and put myself in danger all because I was too stupid to-"

Akashi wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you fiercely before you could finish your sentence. Although you were still shaking slightly, you felt yourself growing hot.

"That guy being a degenerate is in no way your fault. I'll always protect you, Y/N. I look after what's mine," he wiped your tears away with a smooth finger and you allowed yourself to smile despite everything. As Akashi interlinked your arm with his own and led you through the street back home, you realised that even though you still felt shaken, you would be ok with him by your side.

Aomine

He was skeptical at first (partially due to possessiveness - why did you need to be texting some guy online when you had him ?) but, when you told him about the meetup, he didn't want to be too controlling and say no. It was your life after all, and he wanted you to have good friends

So he agreed, but only on the condition that he could come and make sure you were safe. Although you were reluctant at first, claiming he was being overprotective, you caved in eventually, and the two of you set off together to meet your friend

When you finally got to the park you'd agreed to meet at, you recognised him immediately from his profile picture and waved at him. Your stomach started to churn a bit when he walked up to you with a suggestive smirk, eyeing you up like a starved man would a three course meal

He reached out his arms for a hug, but before he could even touch you, Aomine ran up to him and punched him square in the jaw

"She's mine, so keep your hands to yourself," He said, while grabbing the guy's shirt and shoving him to the ground. "Don't come near her unless you want a broken bone,"

And with that, Aomine wrapped his arm around your waist and led you away, leaving the guy knocked out cold on the floor

Kise

He was pretty chill about the idea of you having an online friend at first, but he got a little jealous when you started mentioning meeting up - was he not enough for you?

All the same, he didn't want to come across as insecure, so he said yes anyway when you told him about the meetup

However, he told you you could call him if your friend turned out to be weird

As you arrived at the mall you two had decided to meet at, you were convinced that Kise was just being paranoid, so you took your seat on a bench in the food court to wait. A couple of minutes later, your "friend" showed up with a small box in his hand and wearing a massive smirk on his face.

"Y/N ? You're even prettier in real life ! Here, I got you something to celebrate our first date !" He thrust the box at you, his smirk growing even wider.

Your stomach dropped and it took all your energy not to visibly cringe. It appeared that he'd fundamentally misunderstood the situation - you already had a boyfriend ! And, even if Kise hadn't been in your life, you couldn't have said yes to a guy you felt no romantic attraction towards.

"Sorry, I think you misunderstood the situation," you said as evenly as you could. "I don't like you like that,". As you were speaking, you gently returned the small velvet box, placing it in his hands.

"What do you mean ? So you led me on only to reject me ? Why do women always think they can do this ?! Especially to nice guys like-,"

His little monologue was cut off by your phone ringing loudly. You gave him an apologetic smile and picked up, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw Kise's name flash on your screen.

"Hey, what's up ?" you asked, trying to keep your voice as calm possible.

"I had a feeling that the meeting might not be going well, so I decided to check up on you, Y/N-cchi". Hearing his concerned voice brought you close to crying tears of gratitude

"Yes, I didn't realise you'd need my help with that. I'll get there immediately," you replied, hoping he'd get the hint. The guy next to you was frowning more and more with each sentence.

"See you at mine in 20," Kise said before you hung up and looked at your "friend" apologetically.

"Sorry, my friend's in a difficult situation and I need to go help them as quickly as possible," you stumbled over your words, muttering another apology before running in the direction of the exit, leaving your pursuer frozen in astonishment behind you.

Murasakibara

When you first mentioned your friend, he was not thrilled - not just because he was jealous of all your guy friends (something he routinely denied) but because he thought that this guy probably had dubious intentions

This was why you decided not to tell him about it when you went to meet up with your friend at a cafe after school one day - you'd made up some excuse about needing to go home early to study and rushed off as soon as the bell had gone

By the time you'd reached the cafe, he was already there waiting for you on a loveseat next to the window

As soon as you sat down next to him, he put his arm around your shoulder and let his leg graze your own. You started to panic, trying to move away from him, but he only tightened his grip and smiled at you. Suddenly, the door to the cafe slammed open and Murasakibara and Himuro came in heading straight for the counter.

"Atsushi !" You called out to him before you'd even realised what you were doing. He often came here just before practice to buy snacks, and you were insanely grateful you'd forgotten that detail

He turned around, his expression quickly changing from surprised to furious as he saw how close your "friend" was to you, despite the fact that you were clearly trying to get away. Fuming left his spot in the queue and strode to your table, before grabbing the guy's shirt and slamming him on the floor. Although you normally weren't one to endorse violence of any kind, you were very glad to be free of him.

"Let's get out of here," he said, taking your hand in his considerably larger one.

"B-but don't you have practice ?" you stuttered, still shaken by the ordeal.

"Fuck that. I'm all yours tonight,"

Midorima

Midorima was jealous as soon as you mentioned your new friend even though he tried his best to hide it. It was very unbecoming after all, and he'd hate for you to think he was insecure

However, as soon as you mentioned meeting up with this guy, he said that he'd be coming along just to make sure you were safe

Although you thought it was unnecessary, you agreed in an attempt to pacify him, so you two set off together for the library you were supposed to be meeting him at.

He recognised you as soon as you entered. However, his expression quickly morphed into a scowl when he saw another guy standing next to you and staring him down.

"Who's that next to you, Y/N ? Why have you brought another man ?" He asked, gritting his teeth. You could tell that this had probably been a bad idea.

"Oh ! This is my boyfriend, Shintaro. I thought it would be fun to hang out all together," you said, pasting a smile on your face and trying to inject enthusiasm on your voice. However, Midorima was having none of it.

"I had long suspected your intentions to be disingenuous, and now I can say with certainty that they are. Now leave. I'm trying to take my girlfriend on a date,".

You looked at Midorima. If looks could kill, your "friend" would have been out cold on the floor.

"Alright man. It's not worth it just for some hoe anyway," he'd said the last part under his breath, but he hadn't been quiet enough. Midorima tripped him up as he was heading for the exit, before looking down at him with a disgusted frown.

"I suggest that, unless you want more serious "accidents" to happen, you stay away from Y/N and keep your mouth closed,"

Before your "friend" even had time to reply, Midorima put his hand on the small of your back and led you away, looking back over his shoulder to make sure that the idiot had actually left

Masterlist

[tetsunabouquet]

Aomine’s Future (Headcanon)

Now, I’m not going to ignore arguably the most popular KNB husbando out there! I hope you all enjoy and forgive me for the minor sidenote at the end. -Obviously he’s going to move to the US in the future, and I think he’s going to stay there for the rest of his life and not go back to Japan once his career at the NBA is over. -But, he will definitely still be into things from back home like idol culture. -Whilst he is interested in joining the police force after his career, I don’t think he will actually go through with that as devoting his time to making people abide the rules when he seems to hate them himself wouldn’t work out for him. That’s more of a young boy’s fantasy he will grow out off. -I can, however, see him finish his auto-biography and perhaps write a book or two more, but being a writer won’t be his main job after his NBA days. -He will probably work in the athletic world for the rest of his life, he’s a basketball junkie. Whether he becomes a coach, or a sports commentator, Aomine is not giving up on basketball. Ever. -Considering he’s going to Cleveland, and according to the internet, its actually really big in the beer industry, can I see Aomine rewatching his old matches with his fridge stocked with beer? Yes. He’s definitely that kind of guy. -He might own a few lame baseball caps. -Doesn’t settle down before 30. Perhaps not even before he hits his forties. -I can see him owning a dog or two as an adult. -He certainly has his own jacuzzi and a pool. Guy’s a bath-time fan. -He’ll definitely use that bubble bath of his to impress the women he takes home. -Would prefer girls who like beer over girls who don’t. -Over time, I can see him evolving from a big boob guy to a guy who loves a big boobs + large ass combo.  -I can imagine him trying to pick up good looking dweebs for one night stands using being a Japanese athlete to his advantage. (I can even imagine him actually having tried to pull the ‘I’m hot and Japanese’ on Alex but it wouldn’t work due to the age gap). -Unless Momoi were to start pursuing him, I feel like he’ll end up with an American girl. -If he goes on the route of marrying another celeb, then he’ll end up with a Japanese-American idol. No doubt about it. This man is a huge idol fan, and one that’s actually living in the US and could even teach him more about the country would be a big bonus for him. -If he goes on the route of marrying a normal American girl, I feel like he won’t go for an Asian girl but white or black, actually. I mean, I do think Aomine would be into some of black culture and a curvy black woman, but canonically he has only expressed interest in white women like Marilyn Monroe and Alex when it comes to foreign women so either of the two are on table. He’s definitely interested into an interracial relationship (which leads me to another one who I think is pro-interracial and my side-note).

  (the only other character we know is fan of an American actress, is Midorima as he likes Elizabeth Taylor. With him going to Boston and all, yes, I can see this guy being into British white girls, and likely north-west European white girls in general. This guy definitely would prefer the traditional old world over the new world, and the countries of this area are rich, influential and most of them are innovators in the medical technology field, etc. So I can see Midorima actually developping an interest in that region of Europe and considering moving to any of these countries after his NBA days. Also, did you know the Olympic gold medalist, the Flying Dutchman, Epke Zonderland, has also studied medicine? Just imagine these two handsome athletes working at the same hospital. I feel like there would be women who’d get sick/injured on purpose, just saying).

[lamnwar]

sizekink fiends aomine, murasakibara, nd kagami hcs!!

Hiiii love 💕💕 sorry it took me so long for these hcs :(( I loved the idea from the minute I received your request but I had so much going on that I couldn't find a minute to think about it 😭 it's so lame of me but yeah, you're so right though these boys all have a size kink for sure 😩🧎🏾‍♀️ I'm really excited for these headcanons bc they're my first NSFW ones hihi 🤭

MDNI 18+

YOU KNOW I'M BIG // KNB Headcanons

Context: just these boys being big and you loving it 🥰 All characters are 18+ for this one.

Pairing: AFAB! Reader x Aomine Daiki, Murasakibara Atsushi, Kagami Taiga (separately)

Warnings: obviously size kink, reader is dick-obsessed (same tbh), slight dumbification, slight dacryphilia, Aomine being a condescending bitch, tummy buldge, oral (m! receiving), reader chokes on dick (happens to the best of us 😔), Murasakibara being a meanie but in a hot way, different positions mentioned (missionary & cow girl), Kamagi being sweet to reader bc he's the best boy <3, yeaaah that's all I think 🤨

AOMINE

Ok where do I start with this one???

I just know he's an asshole about being big and you will ALWAYS hear about it

He's such a mean bastard that you sometimes wonder why you're even with him

But your doubts don't last long because Daiki knows what he's doing

You can bitch and whine all you want but you'll always loose your mind for his dick

It's already impressive as its own, but the way he uses it, angling it the right way and thrusting at the right force and pace just turns you into a desperate mess

And Daiki is the first one to make you notice

"What were you saying earlier, baby? That you don't care about how big I am? So cute, who's crying for it now?"

It feels so good that you can't even bother to reply back, not that your brain is functioning well enough for you to either

It makes you speechless

He loves to fuck you in missionary because the sight he gets from that position is heavenly <3

Your teary eyes, your bouncing tits, the bulge in your lower stomach

He's got the smuggest smile on his face when he hears you whine about how good it feels

"You're gonna take it all, right? Of course you will, you can't live without my dick"

He's right, you can't live without it, and you may not admit it with your words but by the way you moan his name, there's no doubt about it 🤭

MURASAKIBARA

Ok now Atsushi is just so used to being above average in general that he didn't care about how huge he was most of his life

But things changed when he got with you

The first time you guys had sex, you literally gasped when he whipped out his cock

And he thought that you might retract yourself, which wouldn't be surprising (happened to him before, that's the curse of the big dick 😔)

But instead, you looked at it with stars in your eyes and you were so confident that you could take it, that he got curious

Of course you couldn't take it, took you guys some time before you managed to get dicked down by that absolute monster

And that's one thing, you're still learning to suck his dick

Somehow all this is entertaining to him, and now he does get turned on by the size difference

It's seeing you try so hard for him that gets him going

You're so cute, always begging "I can take it, please Atsushi, let me!" but then you just can't

It amuses him in some twisted ways

"You're pathetic yn-chin, do you enjoy chocking on my dick?"

Well, you actually do, and it makes him laugh even more

He also enjoy the way you look at him when you're on your knees trying your best to get as much of his cock as possible in your mouth

From your point of view he looks titanesque, it's almost frightening, so your eyes always have this sort of glow to them

And he loves it, so much that it makes him buck forward in your mouth, getting you to choke more

"Pretty dumb girl is so dick hungry she doesn't even care if I wreck this little mouth of hers"

He's so right, and it makes you so wet when he talks to you like that

He's not the kind to help you out either, because he knows you enjoy the struggle and he also enjoys seeing you struggle

All in all, you deserve a medal for keeping up with him, he's never getting nicer and he'll absolutely wreck you for his own pleasure (and yours too, somehow)

KAGAMI

Kagami warned you before you first had sex because boy was worried

You laughed but when the real thing came before your eyes, you realized that he wasn't kidding

He feels kinda bad because he knows it's not easy for you to take his dick, but at the same time he really enjoys the size difference

You're so small and adorable when you're trying to ride him

He can't help but feel warm when you whine his name

"It's alright pretty, take your time, you're doing so great already"

Pleaaase he is so soft that for a second you kinda forget that he's absolutely huge

But then he's in, and he moves, and you're reminded that he's just so big

It doesn't help when you put your hands down on his chest for stability, and they look so tiny against his pecs

It hits every time you're with him, that he's a giant

And Taiga, sweet sweet Taiga, loves the look on your face when you take him in

He's so proud that his girlfriend succeeds to ride his dick <3

He tells you, too

"Here you go, you're doing so fucking good"

He's gotta be sweet to compensate the fact that he's literally destroying you and your insides

Carries you everywhere in his arms after because he knows your legs are useless after how good he fucked you 🥰

[hon3ybee-3]

Surprising hubby in Lingerie after a tiring day of practice- Akashi, Aomine, Kagami x Black reader

WARNING ⚠️ NFSW

with links 😏 stole the link idea from @dilftaroooo 😏

Kagami

- baby boy was tireddd, all he wanted was to come home, eat then shower and see his baby and sleep

- his practice wore him out and it hard and pissed him off

- he walked in y’all’s house throwing his bag on the ground and threw his shoes off

- he walked in the house calling your name but there was no response in turn

- he walked in the kitchen but didn’t see you so he called out for you but no answer

- so he walked into the living room sees you laying down on the coach with a glass of wine in your hands

- “lotus flower bomb” playing softly in the back

- you looked back and saw your hubby face bright red but his tired eyes were dark and full of lust

- all he wanted now was to pick you up, take you to bed and fuck you silly

- and he did, along the way to the bedroom he was kissing ever inch his lips could touch and tell you how good he was gonna make you feel

- telling you how perfect you looked and how the red looks beautiful on your brown skin

- you guys finally got to the bedroom and he laid you nicely on the bed

- he kissed your lips roughly but with passion then he kissed your neck

- you moaned and tugged his hair as he hit that sweet spot that makes you melt

- he whispered in your ear “fuck baby, i had a rough day but you just made it all better”

- he kissed you lips once more before kissing down your chest un hooking your bra, throwing it to the side and grabbing and kissing each tit

- giving them equal amount of care

- kissing and sucking each on soo good

- you pushed his head down, moaning for more

- he kissed and rubbed your inner thighs before ripping off your lacy panties

- his attacked that pretty little clit and devoured it, messy with it too

- slurping and getting your juices all over his face and the bed

- no matter how much you tugged his hair, and tired to push him back he didn’t stop

- soon your back arched off the bed, while you screamed his name, creaming all over him

- once you calmed down from the orgasm you had, you looked up and saw your hubby smiling at the mess he just made

- “baby, let’s see if i can make you do that again and again and again. we aren’t gonna stop til i make you soak our whole bed with your cum.”

- link😏 link😏 link😏

Aomine

- oh he was pissed after practice, shit was tough, coach on his ass

- he just wanted to come home and see his baby, little did he know he had a surprise

- he walked in the house pissed off, mumbling curses, throwing his bag

- after that he walked into the living room throwing off his shirt still mumbling curses

- you heard him so you walked you cute ass out to him, you went and hugged him from behind and kissed him back

- you felt him relax against your lips, which caused a giggle from you

- you kept kissing his back as he vented about shitty players and shitty coaches and shitty practice

- you kissed him one last time before saying “turn around and let me make you feel better”

- he turned around and saw you and your little outfit you had on and his eyes got wide

- you looked so good, and so hot

- all he wanted was to be in you right now, no words were said he just picked you up and walked you straight into the room

- he threw on the bed and climb right on top of you, he stared at for a moment and before you could say anything he smashed his lips against yours

- while he was roughly kissing you his hands slid down cupping your boobs, using his finger tips he started playing with your nipples

- when he finally stopped kissing you, he started to kissing down your neck and across your chest until he landed on your of your tits

- and him being the little jerk he is gave your nipple a small bite, when you let out a small groan and look down at him

- he of course was smirking back up at you and said “i see you liked that”

- so he started sucking and biting your nipples

- as you were moaning his name and gripping his hair, his other hand slipped onto you clit and start rubbing small gentle circle bringing closer and closer to your orgasm

- then he stopped, but before you could even he slammed his fingers into, fingering you at a rough pace

- your head was thrown back, back arched, pussy was soaked

- he bought you to your high so fast and it hit you hard too

- you were squirting everywhere, you juices were all over the bed and his hand and arm

- after your high you thought you were gonna get a little break but no

- you felt him start to slide his dick nicely inside of you

- you started to squirm from feeling the stimulation again and started to backup

- you need a minute to come down but aomine wouldn’t let you, he grabbed your hips and slid your his back against his

- “aw baby come on don’t run away. we are just getting started, i have you to return the favor and make you feel good. let me please you”

- link😏 link😏 link 😏

Akashi

- now akashi tries to hide the fact the he had a shitty day or practice but you knew cause he’s your baby

- you called him right after practice ended asking him what he wanted for dinner and you could hear from his tone that he was upset

- so you decided dinner was going to be you

- he came home took his shoes off and set his bag down

- he threw his key on the counter and sat on the couch, slumped in his seat

- he sighed and threw his head back and that’s when you wrapped your arms around him and kiss his cheek

- you tell him to close his eyes because you have a surprise and he does

- you walk around the couch straddle his lap and tell him to open

- when he does his eyes go wide and this hands start to rub up and down your thighs

- he smiles and asks “what’s this” with a raised eyebrow

- “when i asked you what do you want for dinner you sounded upset, so i decided that i was gonna make you feel better” you said while rubbing his shoulders

- “is that so?” he asked and you nodded

- he rubbed your cheek then cupping your face and pulled you into a kiss

- you started to grind your hips on his, feeling his dick harden under you

- you stop and pushed his deep into the couch and got on your knees

- you smiled sweetly you at his, using your eyes to say drop your pants

- as your request he pulled his shorts down and was left in his boxers, you slid his boxers down freeing his aching dick

- it slapped against his stomach and you took it into your hands and kissed the tip then licking it

- he head fell back and moaned your name

- you took him in fully but you took your time, slowly moving your head up and down

- he fist clenched the couch, like he was begging for more

- you started to bob your head faster and faster moving your hands a long, at this point you have this mans legs shaking, he’s panting, his head is completely thrown back and he’s moaning uncontrollably

- his hips buck up into your mouth and he cums in your mouth

- one thing akashi will admit is, that he loses himself the second your lips wrap around his dick

- after he came into your mouth, you shallowed his cum and and watched at his relaxed and melted into the couch

- you giggled at the work you did

- he spreads his legs and pats his thighs inviting you to straddle his lap again and you did

- rubbing your thighs, he pulled you into another kiss thanking you for reliving his stress

- you smiled at him but before you knew it he flipped you onto your back with both your legs on his shoulders

- he smiled down and you and rubbed your thigh saying

- “princess thank you so much for making me feel good. you always know what to do and what i need, now it’s my turn you please you”

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Tag-list: @starkou @flo-milli-shit-hoe @camillelafaye @dumbdemonslayertexts @bratty-longbottom @s-seya

[angelsdevils]

Murasakibara x Chubby! Reader

Title: 3 Types of Snacks Fluffish Warning: Sexual Mentions,

All characters are aged up to adults and in college

Murasakibara watched as you were playing basketball with Kagami. For a heavier set girl, you had good stamina and was pretty athletic. He never knew he would fall for a heavier set girl, but the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew the type of girls he was into. 

He found it hard to look away even when his friends had started to talk to him. He didn’t even touch the snacks he had, the only snack he wanted…was you. No, you weren’t even a snack. You were a buffet and he wanted as many servings as he could get from you. 

“Yo, Mura~are you… in love with that chick?” Aomine asked smirking, and he tore his eyes away from you.

“What of it?” 

“Never knew she was your type.” 

“Neither did I…” 

“I am surprised you would go for someone bigger than you.” A random girl from Murasakibara’s class said and he shot her a look.

“What do you mean by that?” 

“I mean, look at her. Wouldn’t you like someone like me? She looks like a pig.” Murasakibara was about to defend you, but you spoke up. You and Kagami had finished your one on one, you winning by 3 points. 

“To you, I may be a pig. But this pig is a queen with a big heart.”

“Why would the hot guys fall for you it makes no sense.” The girl rolled her eyes and you laughed.

“Honey, let me tell you something. First and for most, thick thighs saves lives. And anyone who gets between them, will be fucking immortal. Secondly, guys like us because when they watch movies with us, there are 3 types of snacks. The ones he brought, the one we brought, and then us. I can guarantee you that there will always be room for seconds and thirds. Thirdly, every part of is soft. God himself, hasn’t laid on a pillow that is so soft and fluffy.” You said, and the guys were all a blushing mess. If they weren’t into bigger women before the things you had pointed out may have changed their minds. 

“Also, for my final point. If any of yall innocent, might wanna walk away.” You waited a few seconds before continuing. 

“It’s harder to break us in bed, and over half of us bigger women are a lady in the sheets and a freak in the sheets. You guys wouldn’t know about that because in Japan being thin is in and big is out. But here in America its well known.” You said with the utmost sass, and Murasakibara, Kagami, and the others weren’t prepared. The girl was a blushing mess and quickly walked away. You started laughing but then looked at them.

“I am serious though.” You said stretching and everyone was just staring.

“(Y/N), really? You had to go that far?” Kagami asked with a blush.

“What? She called me a pig, I don’t have to sink down to her level, and talk about all skinny people. I will just hype us bigger women up. But I am hungry now. Anyone could go for food?” You asked and Murasakibara raised his hand.

“Are you on the menu?” He asked.

“Alright, I gotta go…” Aomine said, and the others nodded. Kagami left and you grinned at him.

“I am actually.” You sent him a wink and decided to leave him there, but he quickly followed.

“I am Murasakibara Atsushi…”

“(L/N) (Y/N), just call me (Y/N)…”

“In that case you can call me Atsushi.” He wrapped one arm around your larger waist and you looked up at him.

“So, I am assuming, you plan to take me on a date before trying to take me to bed.” 

“Of course, I will pay for our dinner.” 

“You know a way to a girls heart.” You grinned and he showed a small smile. 

A/N: Got the idea from a tik tok I watched and loved it. So yeah xD Should I do a part 2?

[thewritetofreespeech]

I'm feeling under the weather. Would you write some scenarios of how the GOM boys + Kagami would take care of me to help me feel better???

Awwww! I’m so sorry to hear that!! I hope you feel better ^_^. Hope this helps too! It’s a little long with all the boys. So rest of the GOM + Kagami is under the cut.

Akashi:

Being sick was the worst. Between the body aches & pains, general lethargy, you hadn’t gotten out of bed hardly at all today. You barely had the energy to get up and call school this morning to tell them you weren’t coming. Thankfully, they hadn’t pressed, and wished you a speedy recovery for returning to class on Monday.

That was your wish too.

You didn’t want anyone to know you were sick.

Sleeping most of the day, you were surprised to hear the doorbell much later in the afternoon. This would be the time you would normally just be getting home from school. So, who could possibly expect you to be home right now?

“Akashi-kun…?” You said in surprise. Finding your boyfriend, and his dreamy duel-colored eyes, on the other side of your door.

“Hello darling.” The brilliant red head greeted with a soft smile. As if it was perfectly natural for him to be here. “I heard you were under the weather. So I came to check on you. I also brought a physician to check in on you as well.” You look past Akashi finally to see a nice, older looking gentleman in a white lab coat with a crescent eyed smile.

“Akashi-kun, I already went to the doctor. That’s how I know I’m sick.”

“This doctor is better.” He announced as he saw himself in, with his doctor, and led you over to the couch. “He’s the personal physician for the Akashi family. His credentials are far superior to that of your typical clinic doctor.” You want to say something to him about how it didn’t take ‘superior credentials’ to diagnosis a cold, but Akashi was already positioning you on the couch. He gave you another soft smile before he turned to the doctor with a much cooler look and told him to get to work.

Sure enough, you still have a cold. “Gee, I’m so glad you brought such a brilliant doctor all the way here for me Sei-kun.” You quip sarcastically. Using your familiar nickname now that you were alone.

“Humor me, alright.” He replied. Bringing over the tray of tea he had been busying himself with while the doctor examined you. “I was worried when you didn’t come to school today. Why didn’t you call me?”

“Because I didn’t want to worry you….” You mutter into your tea cup once he had handed it to you. “I know…you get worried about people you care about being sick, after what happened to your mom. When Kuroko was sick last winter you practically wore a trench in the floor pacing ‘til you knew he was better.” Your fingers run the brim of the tea mug. Soaking up the warmth in your hands as you hold it. “I thought I could get over it before you found out, so you wouldn’t have to be the wiser. I guess that was pretty stupid hn? You always figure everything out.”

Akashi looked at you with a soft expression. Then he leaned in to kiss your warm forehead. “You’re not stupid. Don’t ever say that about yourself.” He told you. “And yes, it’s true. I get worried when people I care about are ill. But more than that I get worried when people don’t tell me things. When my mother was sick, no one told me anything. They said she was fine. Then one day she was just gone. Being in the dark is worse than just knowing the truth. So I must insist that you tell me these things in the future. Ok?”

You smile a little. You can tell he was trying really hard not to make this an order; his orders were absolute after all. But he was trying to make sure that he was kept in the loop in the future. He was worried about you.

You smile a little and snuggle into Akashi’s chest. “Yes kotei-kun.”

Midorama:

Thank God Japan had such strict firearm laws, because if you had a gun right now you’d shot yourself.

Ok, no you wouldn’t. But death would be a sweet blessing over this cold. This 24-hour bug thing hit you hard and hit you fast. Crippling you from a once vibrant human being to a walking corpse in less than a few hours. You sincerely wished that it was only 24 hours.

You hear the doorbell from the kitchen and hope it’s your soup. Too weak to even make your own food, you’d begrudgingly ordered some hot broth in an attempt to eat and keep up your strength.

You open the door to surprisingly find not your soup but Shutoku’s positive point guard standing there. “Takao?”

“Hi [Y/N]-chan!”

“What are you doing here?”

“Shin-chan heard you were sick. So, he wanted to come take care of you.” Holding of a napsack of supplies.

You blink once, looking around to see if you had somehow missed Midorima in your fever fogged mind. “He’s…here?”

“Don’t just stand in the door way and let the cold air in. You’re just going to make your cold worse.”

You blink again and Takao gave an awkward laugh as he scratched the back of his head, before revealing a small green walkie-talkie from his pocket. “He didn’t want to get sick himself.”

A grumble of irritation left your lips. “So Shintaro sent you to do his dirt work, as usual.” Takao laughed again. “Tell him thanks but no thanks. I don’t want any second-hand bedside manner, and I’m just going to sleep anyway.”

“Oy! [Y/N]-chan! Don’t be like that!” The dark-haired teen’s hand lanced out to catch the door. Barring you from closing it. “Shin-chan was really worried when you didn’t come to school today. Honest. He does want to help. You just know how he is though. I know it’s not the same as coming up here himself, but he bought all this stuff and wrote down all these instructions for me to help make you feel better.”

You look at the bag Takao had in his hand. It did seem like a lot. Midorima must have gone to several different drug stores to pick it all up and bring it over here. Even if he did stay in the parking lot. You look past Takao down to the ground floor, where Midorima was standing looking up at your apartment. Seeming to wait for you to follow his instructions about going inside but also with that steadfast look he got when he was truly worried about something.

“You just don’t want to go back down there and tell him you failed.” The boy in front of you laughed with an awkward ‘maybe’. “You can’t stay too long. My parents are going to be back after work, and they’re not going to be happy about a boy in my room and another one looking real stalkery in the parking lot.”

“Thanks [Y/N]!” Takao said as you let him in.

“Make sure they take the cold medicine now, before it gets too late. It’s one cap full every 4 hours. Drink some of the green tea I made for you. It’s in the green thermos. The red one is soup.”

“I know how to take medicine Shintaro. And I already ordered food before you got here. It’s on its way so-Wait! Why am I arguing with a walkie-talkie!?!”

Aomine:

You have an absolutely splitting headache. To the point that every time you get up to go to the bathroom and throw up, you check to see if an icepick is somehow lodged in the back of your skull.

Why did you have to get sick today? Aomine was going to kill you for missing his game; even if the outcome was inevitable. His love for basketball was second only to you (and sometimes you weren’t sure about the ranking). So you being at his games was what he loved most of all. If you weren’t there to see him crush whatever team into dust and lead his team to victory, you’d never hear the end of it. Maybe you’d get lucky and he’d get in the Zone early on and not even realize you weren’t there. Yeah…that was possible….

You crack your eyes open into painful, narrow slits from under the covers as you realize the pounding you were hearing was not just in your head but at the door. What idiot was banging on your door in the middle of the afternoon?

Steeling yourself to get up and answer the door. You were surprised to find it was your idiot behind the door. Aomine standing there, in his trademark Too warmup suit and equally trademark scowl.

“Aomine? What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?! What are you doing here?!”

“I kind of live here.”

Aomine tsked through his teeth with a sneer. “That’s not what I meant, baka! Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?!”

“Oh….” You blink a little in surprise. What was a good way to tell him that you didn’t think he’d care? “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“It’s not, but you should still tell me about it!” He told you. “I had to hear about it from Satsuki. Do you know how stupid that makes me look if I don’t know that my own s/o is sick?!”

“So are you mad that I didn’t tell you? Or are you mad that I made you look stupid?”

“I’m mad at both!” Aomine yelled. He then seemed to realize he was yelling at a sick person, and his s/o, so he took a breath and calmed down. “Here.”

You look down at the convenience store bag he offered you. Taking it in your hands. “What’s this?”

“Jellies.” He replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t know which flavor you’d like when you’re sick, so I just got a bunch of ‘em.”

You blink at the bag, then up at Aomine. He…got these for you? You can see on his face now that he was angry because he was worried about you. Not that you were going to miss the game, but because he was worried about you. Your beautiful basketball ace was too proud to admit it though. “Thanks.” You said softly, with an equally soft smile.

The ace looked away and rubbed the back of his head while he was at it. “Yeah well, jellies always made me feel better when I was sick as a kid. Figured they’d make you feel better too.”

“I really appreciate it. I haven’t been able to keep much down.” Maybe that was TMI, but hey. Relationships weren’t always moonbeams and rainbows. “These will really hit the spot.”

“Well, I got extra red ones in there for you, so crack one open.” Aomine said as he saw himself past you and into your apartment.

“Hold on! You’re eating my present now?! Wait…hang on a minute, aren’t you supposed to be warming up for your game? How are you going to get back in time for starting line up if you’re here now?”

“I’m skipping it.” The blunette answered as if it was obvious. Taking off his windbreaker jacket and throwing it in a chair, before he flopped himself on your couch with his limbs stretched out to take up most of it. “There’s no one strong on that team anyway. So, it’s no fun. Let those other guys put in the work for once. They can’t expect me to carry the team all the time. So annoying….”

You stare at Aomine. Was he really….skipping basketball….to be with you here when you’re sick?

A warm feeling, you’re sure was not your fever this time, spread over you. He really did care, didn’t he?

“You should really put those in the fridge before they get warm. Warm jellies are the worst. I still want a red one though. Maybe two now that I think about it.”

You grumble as the ‘warm feeling’ starts to dissipate. Still harboring in your chest, but certainly less profound than it was a moment ago. “It’s super rude to eat someone’s present when they haven’t even had one of them, Aomine.” You still give him the red ones though.

Kise:

Your kingdom for another box of tissues. At the rate you were running through them, a small rainforest was in serious jeopardy.

If you didn’t feel so cruddy, you’d be more worried about that fact. Right now, however, you just wanted your nose to stop running. You had been sneezing and sniffling all day, and in an effort to not be labelled ‘Typhoid Mary’ chosen to stay home from school. It was the reasonable thing to do. When you were sick.  

You finish blowing your nose for the umpth time when your phone rang. You pick it up and answer with a gravely, “hello?”

“[Y/N]-CCHI!!”

You pull the phone away from your ear at the loud, sobbing cry of your name through the phone from your boyfriend. “Kise…don’t yell…”

“[Y/N]-cchi! You’re sick! Why didn’t you tell me?? Kurokocchi had to call me today and tell me!”

Damn Kuroko. That snitch. “Because it’s not a big deal. It’s just a little cold. I’ll be fine.”

“But [Y/N]-cchi! You’re all alone with no one to take care of you! I won’t be back til Sunday!” Kise had gotten a modeling job out of town for the weekend. Some ‘on location’ gig for some sea side pics. Poor Kise. He must be freezing. But, those photos needed to be done and printed long in advance before summer time to boost sales.

If you had had to put money on it, you would have thought he would be the sick one: running around half naked on a frozen beach in January. Yet here you were.

“Do you think I just sit in a dark closet, with nobody around, until you show up again Kise?” A dramatic gasp was heard on the other end of the phone. “I’m not ‘alone’ Kise. I mean, I am now, but I have people around me to help if I need it. So you don’t have to worry.”

“But I’m not around to help you!” Kise whined. You can practically hear the broken-hearted boyfriend emoji floating around his head. “Let me at least order you some soup. Soup is what sick people eat right? That place near your house has that chicken ramen you like. Chicken ramen is like chicken soup. That’s what people eat when they’re sick right?? Or maybe you want something else?? What’s another thing that sick people eat?!”

“Ryouta!” You have to yell his first name to get him out of the spiral. You love Kise, but every now and then his boundless energy was annoying. You let out a sigh, and tell him, “yes, you can order me some food. Don’t go overboard.”

Kise perked up. You do kind of wish you could see his smiling face. It was so cute when he did these adorable 180s. He promised not to go overboard before he hung up the phone and ordered you some food. He then immediately called you back to let you know it would be there in 20 minutes, and told you all about his day.

He stayed with you on the phone when your food came, and even after. You watched one of your favorite movies on Netflix party, curled up in your blankets on your bed. If you closed your eyes and focused on the warmth of your blankets & Kise’s soft voice in your ear, it was almost like he was here.

You fell asleep to that feeling. Feeling much better after you woke up and waiting for Kise to come home.

Kuroko:

You toss and turn a little in your sleep, trying to get back to it as you’ve actually woken up and want to sleep more. Rest was the only cure for a cold. And although you were still tired, even though you’d stayed home and slept all day, you were apparently too tired to fall back asleep.

You crack your eyes open. Your vision blurry for a moment before it clears up. Leaving you with a sea of blue in front of you. “Hello [Y/N].”

You let out a surprise shriek, followed by an almost perfect imitation of your boyfriend’s Ignite Pass against his face. “K-Kuroko!” You stammer, as the young man in question tried to recover from the shattering blow you just gave him. “I’m so sorry! What are you doing here?!”

“Your mother let me in.” He replied, words muffled by his hand. He pulled it away to inspect it and seemed to find no blood. That was a relief. You’d feel so bad if you both were down for the count. “I wanted to see you, and bring you your course work for today.”

Ah. So that’s how he got in. You didn’t think your mother would just let a high school boy in your room unsupervised. Also, maybe it was because Kuroko looked so unthreatening. If only she knew. “Thanks. Sorry again.”

“It’s alright. I should have known better than to sneak up on a sick person.” He said with a soft smile. His hand reached out to pet your head. “How are you feeling?”

“Still crummy,” you confess, “but on the mend. I’m sure I’ll be back to school on Monday.”

“Good. Everyone at school misses you. Even the senpais were asking about you today.”

“Did you miss me Kuroko?” You ask sheepishly.

To which he got a surprised expression before softening and immediately answering, “yes.”

Your face warmed with something other than a fever, and you pulled your blanket up to your nose. “You should go. I don’t want you to get sick too.”

“I’ll stay for a little bit longer. Don’t worry. I won’t get sick.”

It was a big fat lie as Kuroko was sick immediately after he left. He really should have known better with his borderline frail physique for anything other than basketball. Still, it was nice to talk to him for a while. And you got to take care of him after you were better, so it was all worth it.

Murasakibara:

‘Just a few more hours. You can do this.’

You keep repeating that to yourself over and over again in your head as you trudge down the hall. Only a few more classes and you could go home to die in peace. Why did you have to have a test today?!

Your penance march comes to a halt when you run into somebody. Looking up you realize it was Murasakibara. “Oh, sorry Mura-kun. I didn’t see you there.” You really must be sick if you hadn’t noticed the tower that was your boyfriend and Yosen center.

“[Y/N]-cchi, you don’t look so good.” The purple haired man drawled.

You frown up at him, not needing to hear that right now. “That’s not very nice to say to your s/o, Mura-kun.”

“But it’s the truth.” He told you. “Honesty is the best policy.” You couldn’t really argue with him there. Besides, you were too weak to argue.

Suddenly your vision was dark. You were worried for a second that you might have blacked out in your sick induced state, but quickly realize that Murasakibara’s large hand was on your face. “Mura-kun, let go.”

“You have a fever.” He replied, completely ignoring your protest. He still let you go, of his own volition, and stood to his full height again. “You need to go to the nurse.”

“No. I need to go to class.” You state in a huff. Batting his hands away in an effective, but weak manner, before walking past him to head just there.

You make it about three steps before Murasakibara grabbed you. Lifting you up in the air with ease and throwing you over his shoulder, in a move that would have made your head spin normally. Not to mention if you had a fever. “Atsushi! Let go!” You shout. Squirming and kicking your legs to no avail.

“No. You need to go to the nurse.” He repeated. Carrying you like a sack of potatoes as he walked down the hall.

“Put me down Atsushi! This is embarrassing! I need to go to class and take my test! It’s important!”

“Nothing is more important that your health.” You stop struggling for a moment as Murasakibara said something actually profound for once. “[Y/N]-cchi needs to take care of themselves, or they’ll just get sicker and get others sick. Tests and silly stuff like school work can wait.”

You grumble and slump down on Murasakibara’s shoulder. It wasn’t like him to be this serious. He also seemed very serious about taking you to the nurse. Nothing seemed capable of deterring him from that path. “Mura-kun, can you put me down? I’ll go to the nurse with you, but this isn’t really comfortable and I can walk on my own.”

He stopped. Then gave you a side ways glance out of the corner of his eye, seeming to not trust you, but still gave in and sat you down. “[Y/N]-cchi is gonna be good?”

“Yes,” you tell him, “I’ll be good.”

He escorted you the rest of the way to the nurses station. Asking if he could have a lollipop, and annoyed when they didn’t have one. What kind of a doctor’s office was this if they didn’t have lollipops, he asked. You’d giggled a little bit and told him to get to class. You’d call him later, since your parents were going to have to pick you up and take you home. You 100% had a fever and were told to go home. Murasakibara pet your head once more before he left to get to class.

The next day, when you were home recuperating, your mother had come into your room with a big candy store bag. “Someone left this big bag of lollipops at the door for you. Do you have any idea who it’s from?”

Kagami:

“I’m really ok Mom….No, it’s not that serious….You really don’t have to come home. Dad either. It’s not the first time I’ve had a cold, and I’m just gonna sleep it off. I’ll be fine by myself…..Yes, I got medicine….No. I’ll be ok. I have a friend from school who’s checking in on me….I love you too. Bye.”

“Your Mom ok?” You look up from the couch when Kagami came up behind it. Handing you a bottle of water for your scratchy sounding throat.

“Yeah. She’s ok. Just worried. She asked if I wanted her to come home, but I told her no.” You hate to admit it but you’re pretty sure it was a hollow gesture. Your parents work was very important. You had learned that early on growing up. They missed certain things in the trade off for having very important, successful careers. One of which was taking care of their child when they were sick.

“You also didn’t tell her it was me who was here. How come?”

“You want me to call her back and tell her we’re playing house?” You ask, with as cheeky of a grin as you can muster being sick. It still got the desired result.

“We’re not playing house!”

“Doctor then?”

Your cute boyfriend turned about as red as his hair, and stalked off back to the kitchen while fluster muttering to himself.

You chuckle a little. Which turned into a coughing fit, so you had to drink a little bit of water.

You and Kagami had initially bonded over being “latchkey kids”. Though your situation was not as severe as Kagami’s, with your parents still being in the country at least, they both traveled for work a lot and were rarely home. They tried to stagger their work trips so you wouldn’t be home alone, but this wasn’t the first time.

This also wasn’t the first time you would be alone when you were sick, if it hadn’t been for Kagami.

“Aren’t you worried you’re going to get sick?” You ask from the living room. Your voice squeaking and squawking the whole time.

“I never get sick.” He replied back confidently. Then rounded the corner with a tray you were 90% sure you did not have in your house before now. “Basketball and eating right keeps me healthy. So, I never get sick. You don’t have to worry.”

“I don’t think eating a dozen cheeseburgers a day counts as ‘eating right’.” You tell him.

Kagami grumbled. Seeming to want to argue or say something, but realizing its bad form to fight with a sick person. Instead, he just sat the tray down in front of you and sat on the couch. “What’s this?”

“Chicken noddle soup,” he replied. “Japan doesn’t have the right noodles. So I had to use soba. But the main part should be the same.”

“You made me chicken soup?”

Kagami tensed for a moment. His face turning hot pink again; possibly from the soft expression on your face or the soft sound of your voice. He turned away, scratching his cheek. “Y-Yeah. Like I said, it’s important to eat right to keep healthy. So…So eat up so you can be at school on Monday. It sucks when you’re not there.”

You smile softly at Kagami, then lean over to give him a peck on the cheek. “You said you never get sick right?” You tell him when he looked at you. His cheeks still pink, but not much pinker than before.

You eat your soup and gush constantly over how tasty it was. Kagami seemed super proud. Cooking and basketball were the two skills he was most proud of, and knowing that you liked something he made made him puff out his chest even more.

After your soup he made you a bowl of ice cream you were also 90% sure you did not have in your house before now and watched a movie.

After that, Kagami said he was going to head home but when he stood up from the couch you hand lanced out and grabbed onto his shirt tail on it’s on. “Could…Could you stay?” You’ll blame the weak sounding tone of your voice on your cold later. “I know I told my mom that I’d be fine on my own but….I really don’t want to be alone.”

The red headed ace blinked, seeming surprised by your confession (that you were also totally going to blame on your cold later). He gave you a soft smile and sat back down on the couch. Pulling you into his arms so you were practically in his lap. “You could have just told me that.”

[lisakuroo]

Q: Request for Kagami and Aomine thinking their female crush is totally out of their league, but she ends up confessing to them.

Boi, did I have fun with this one he

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Kagami

There you were, your effortless raw beauty pulling in every gaze in the room. As you gracefully walked through the hallways Kagami could've sworn he saw a heart melting smile blossoming on your red lips as you looked his way. No way, there was simply no way she would've smiled at him.

When he sighed for the billionth time now, Kuroko finally gave him a fierce stare. "Kagami-kun I dont like seeing you so down, why dont you just ask her out?"

"Are you kidding me? She couldve have everyone with just a handclap! I would look like a total clown!"

How would he even gain all the confidence needed for something as heavy as this? How could he not melt instantly when you looked at him for more than 2 seconds? He normally wouldnt drag himself down like that, but realistically? What are the chances?

"Kagami-kun!" His thoughts were abruptly disturbed by a soft voice, the voice he just dreamed about so often.

As he turned around you were just inches away from his body, your scent hugging his. Kagami unconsciously backed off a bit, taken aback by your beauty.

Nevertheless you stretched out your arms and held a beautiful little pink letter in front of him. The poor basketballer didnt even know what to do. Was he dreaming again?

"I.." You stared to the ground shyly. "I like you Kagami-kun! Actually for a long time now!"

The whole serin team stared at you in disbelief, but not Kagami anymore, his face relaxed a lot as he instantly pulled you in a hug. What was he even doing? He seemed to fall out of character, but if this felt like a dream, why wouldnt he act like it really was one? At this point reality appeared unnecessary, everything was unnecessary since you were snuggled in his embrace.

"(Name) I like you too!" Kagami exclaimed excitedly, arms wrapping tighter, never letting his new reality go.

Aomine

At this point Aomine felt just like a bare looser. He wasn't even able to think next to you, let alone talk. The only thing entering his mind was 'wow', no inappropriate comment, no sarcasm, nothing, just wow. Well, not just him to be exact, but everyone, everyone could just admire you like a untouchable, perfect painting in a museum.

But what was that feeling? The lingering feeling he would get when you smiled back, when you meet his stare, or when you greeted him so warmly? Was it hope? No, he just can't got off and assume things, that would just be even worse in the end, but just maybe?

Shaking his head he dunked in ball after ball, forcing the ball in harder as an attempt to forget you. Did it work? No. Would he still continue? Yes.

The poor teen felt so stupid, falling for a girl thats straight out of every princess movie? How cliche is that. Why did it have to be her of all people? A girl not even the wonderful spring can compare to.

"What are you doing out here? It's freezing Daiki-kun!" A voice as sweets as honey ringed through his ears.

Words can't even describe how fast he turned around, not wasting a single millisecond in which he can't admire you.

Were you just calling him by his first name? He could already feel a huge grin spreading across his face.

"(Name)! What are you doing here?" Being alone with his crush? All he could've ever wished for.

"Well, I was looking for you! But let me just give you this first."

She was coming even closer now, with each step, a soft and comfortable warmth made his way through his body, every inch of his body aching to be closer to you. Now stopping in your tracks, he had a close view of your small face. Perfection. Narrowing down his eyes so he could meet yours, he gazed down at you, your height difference just becoming more dominent. You were so small, so vulnerable, something he wanted to hold, but was too afraid to break.

Your enchanting eyes stared right back in his as you removed your scarf and wrapped him up in it. Making sure that each fingertip traced his tense neck. Your flowery scent embraced him now completely, he wanted this forever, but your scent alone wasn't enough, hell, he wasn't sure if hugging you was enough. He was hungry like the first flower of spring for the sun, he needed every living fiber of you, now.

So he did, kissing you deeply, consuming everything, all he wanted for so long. He lost count of time, was it a minute, five minutes? You both just couldn't let go, your hot breath meeting with every short break for more air you needed.

Finally coming back to his senses he leaned his forehead against yours.

"Wow" he hummed.

"I couldn't have said it better" you agreed breathlessly.

[swiggity-swump]

Call Me If You Need Anything

Trust me to take a polyamorous sickfic and end up with 2500 words worth lmfaooooooo

Kuroko no Basuke, Aomine/Kuroko/Kagami, fever and coughing

Read on AO3 here

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“You sure you don’t need anything else?”

Tetsu smiles sweetly up at him, adorable as ever despite his clear exhaustion and the sheen of sweat covering his face. “I’m alright,” he tells Aomine, for the fifth time in the past two minutes.

“You don’t want-?”

“You just got done feeding me soup, and I took the meds with it. And I have the water you brought me right here in case I get thirsty.” If Tetsu is irritated by his boyfriend’s hovering, he doesn’t show it, his tone never straying from its usual even cadence.

“Are you sure you’re not-?”

“I’m not too hot or too cold. My phone is right next to me in case I get bored. Honestly-” He’s interrupted by a few coughs. They’re weak and dry, nowhere near as worrying as the drawn-out, chesty fits that had rocked his thin frame a day prior. Still, Aomine’s hand immediately finds its way to cradle Tetsu’s cheek.

“- the best thing you can do for me right now is leave so I can sleep in peace,” he finishes. Despite what he says, he leans into Aomine’s touch, eyes closing contentedly as Aomine strokes his jawline with a calloused thumb. “And anyway, you should go check on Taiga. He’s probably in the worst of it right now.” He pauses, then, as an afterthought - “Really, he should be the one in the bed, not me. Bring him one of the extra blankets, at least.”

Aomine winces at the reminder of their partner’s self-imposed exile to the couch. Tetsu had been the first to fall sick; naturally, as he had done the most up-close caretaking, Kagami was the next one down. Where previously Aomine had been relegated to supply runs and the neglected chores of the other two - annoying, but manageable - he had suddenly found himself way out of his depth caring for two sick boyfriends. Both had tossed and turned for hours on end, unable to get any sleep, as Aomine tried everything he could to help them get comfortable.

Finally, after one too many murmured complaints from Tetsu that Kagami was too hot, or elbowing him, or stealing all the blankets, Kagami had sighed, disentangled himself from the blankets, and staggered off to the living room couch with a pillow. At first Aomine had been a little freaked out - how was he supposed to take care of them at the same time when they were so far apart? But the separation had allowed Kagami to finally fall deeply asleep, leaving Aomine free to watch over the more restless Tetsu with just an occasional look in on Kagami.

Tetsu’s right, though - now that he seems to be on the mend, Kagami deserves an hour or two of undivided attention. Guiltily, he realizes, he’s not entirely sure when the last time that Kagami had anything to eat was.

“Alright,” he concedes, standing up from the bed. “But call me if you need anything, okay?”

Tetsu smiles again - god, that smile - and gives his hand a brief squeeze. “Course.”

Aomine hesitates another second before leaning down to brush a tentative kiss against his boyfriend’s forehead. Tetsu’s eyes are already closed, but he chuckles and makes a shooing motion. “Alright, alright,” Aomine mutters, too quiet for Tetsu to hear, and takes his leave, picking up the spare blanket from the foot of the bed as he goes.

He finds Kagami asleep, as he suspected, the thin couch blanket sliding halfway off his muscular frame. Aomine’s not entirely sure what to do. Part of him wants to do the same thing he did for Tetsu, which was to check that he had everything he needed; caretaking isn’t something he has much practice with, but at the very least asking what people need is simple enough. Aomine’s not confident that he can anticipate the needs of a sleeping Kagami, but he worries that if he wakes him, he’ll never fall back asleep. Kagami can be frustrating like that - he shifts around, restless, for hours on end before falling asleep, but once he’s out, it takes a good twenty minutes to get him up.

Aomine settles for readjusting the fallen blanket, pulling it up to Kagami’s shoulders. He frowns when he catches sight of Kagami’s face; certainly a sleeping expression, but his jaw is clenched and his eyebrows are drawn tightly together, as if he’s in pain. Aomine brushes the sweaty hair back from Kagami’s forehead and places his palm on the exposed skin, trying to get a feel for how bad the fever is. Certainly it’s higher than Tetsu’s is right now, but is it worse than the last time he looked in on Kagami? He can’t tell, and it scares him.

Aomine perches on the very edge of the couch, feeling at a loss, when Kagami begins to stir. Hand still on Kagami’s forehead, Aomine leans over, scrutinizing his boyfriend’s face to try and get a read on things. Kagami’s eyes open slowly. He seems hazy and disoriented at first, struggling to focus on Aomine, but as he zeroes in on his worried partner his pained expression melts into a teasing grin. Aomine is taken aback.

“I must be in really bad shape if you’re lookin’ at me like that,” he rasps, eyes sparkling. “All worried and shit. Not used to seeing you look so serious about anything other than basketball.”

Aomine blinks once, unsure how to respond, before a smirk creeps across his face in response. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he drawls. “Who else am I supposed to play one-on-one with if you die?”

“Oh, so you do think I’m better than Kise?”

“Just because you’re a little less annoying to play with doesn’t mean you’re a better player than him,” Aomine fires back. “He would still kick your ass in a one-on-one nine times out of ten, same as me.” He pokes Kagami playfully to punctuate his point, and Kagami halfheartedly bats his finger away, chuckling.

His laughter devolves suddenly into a coughing fit, harsh and painful-sounding. Aomine tenses, smile disappearing as quickly as it had come. One hand is still on Kagami’s forehead; the other he places tentatively on Kagami’s heaving chest, hoping it’ll do something to ease the fit. When the coughing doesn’t let up, Aomine curses and moves to pull him into a sitting position, trying to hide his panic. It’s difficult - Kagami doesn’t have the core strength to spare while hacking up a lung, and Aomine doesn’t have a lot of leverage from his position at the edge of the couch - but Aomine manages to prop him up by bracing his feet firmly on the floor, one hand between Kagami’s shoulder blades and the other on his chest so he doesn’t pitch forward.

Eventually, the fit ends. Aomine ducks his head so that his face is level with Kagami’s, peering at his boyfriend anxiously. Kagami’s skin is slick with sweat, and he pants openmouthed, struggling to get his breath back. It’s far from the first time Aomine’s seen him like this, but normally, they’re on the court, and when Kagami’s eyes meet his they’re brimming with fire and determination. Now, Kagami blinks dully at him, eyes glassy and unfocused with fever, head bowed as if he doesn’t have the strength to hold it up, overworked lungs wheezing audibly.

Aomine nibbles his lower lip, hating seeing Kagami so beaten down, at a loss for how to help him. Suddenly remembering the spare blanket, he cautiously removes his hands so he’s no longer holding Kagami up and reaches for where he had set it down. “I brought this, if you want it. It’s from Tetsu.”

Kagami straightens a bit at the mention of their partner. “How is he?”

“Fine. A lot better. Worried about you.” Aomine unfolds the blanket and spreads it over Kagami’s legs.

Kagami accepts this with a nod, and the half-formed thought of trying to walk him back to the bedroom flies out the window; under normal circumstances, Kagami would have wanted to check on Tetsu himself. The fact that he’s not asking to tells Aomine that he doesn’t feel up to even the short walk from the couch to the bed. Aomine may be strong, but Kagami is over 6 feet of pure muscle; there’s no way Aomine can carry him there. Drag him, maybe, but that seems like a bad idea.

So he falls back on what he knows - bringing supplies. “You should take some meds. And drink some water. Are you hungry at all? I can-”

He’d risen to his feet as he spoke, but stops when Kagami’s hand shoots out and grabs his wrist. With some effort, Kagami lifts his head. “Just - stay with me for a bit?”

Aomine’s heart clenches. The request was casual enough, but the plea is clear in Kagami’s eyes, in his too-pale face that underscores the flush across his cheeks and the dark circles under his eyes. Tetsu and Kagami are very tactile together, touching one another more often than not. Even in public, Kagami nearly always has an arm around his shorter boyfriend’s shoulders or a gentle hand atop his head. If they’re sitting across from one another, Kagami reaches out to hold his hand, or stretches out his legs so that their knees or feet are touching. And of course, in private, they’re never more than two seconds in the same room before Kagami is pulling Tetsu into a hug or onto his lap. While Tetsu rarely initiates the contact, he clearly enjoys it; it’s just natural for the two of them.

Aomine is different. It’s not that he’s touch-averse - far from it - but he’s never been much of a cuddler. He deals mostly in playful pokes and teasing touches, designed to rile people up rather than comfort them. Even when kissing his partners, he usually goes in for a quick peck, only submitting to a longer kiss if it’s initiated by the other. It’s a little different with Tetsu - they’ve known each other long enough that Aomine feels like he can read him, can tell when he’s in need of a comforting hug or an arm around his shoulders. But the idea of initiating a lingering, intimate touch with Kagami, to presume that he would actually want Aomine’s arms around him for comfort, feels almost invasive to him, especially given the rocky start to their relationship.

And yet, here he is, asking for it plainly, and Aomine doesn’t even know where to begin, what exactly it is that Kagami wants.

Hesitantly, he sits back down on the couch, this time in the spot where Kagami’s head had been. Immediately, Kagami flops back down, sighing in apparent relief as he buries his face in Aomine’s stomach. After a moment, Aomine reaches out a tentative hand and runs it through Kagami’s hair.

Slowly, with Kagami a warm weight on Aomine’s legs and Aomine’s hand tracing gentle patterns over Kagami’s head, the tension drains from both their bodies. They shift a bit from time to time to get more comfortable, but it’s not awkward bumps or annoyed shoving like Aomine had feared. Rather, it’s quick readjustments, gentle nudges to get the other to move just the tiniest bit.

Eventually, somehow, Aomine ends up with his legs stretched out on the couch, Kagami nestled in his arms, head on his chest. He’s finally fallen asleep again, lulled to sleep by Aomine’s gentle strokes up and down his back. Kagami’s arms encircle his waist, so there’s no way Aomine could get up without prodding him awake. Not that he wants to, now. Gazing at his sleeping partner’s face, he’s filled with such tenderness he almost feels like he could choke on it. Up until now, their relationship has felt almost like a continuation of their rivalry; not in a bad way, per se, but built mostly off of showing off and teasing one another. To just have Kagami snuggled up to him for comfort, no posturing from either one of them… it’s nice. The fear at the back of his mind that their relationship wasn’t sustainable, that they would eventually grow bored or annoyed with one another, begins to ease, for the first time since they’d gotten together.

Aomine smiles softly at his partner, leaning down to give his forehead a gentle kiss before letting his own eyes drift shut.

-----

Aomine wakes some time later to someone shaking his shoulder. “Whaddaya want,” he grumbles, not opening his eyes.

“Good, you’re awake.”

Aomine’s eyes fly open. “Tetsu?” He moves to stand up, confused when he finds himself pinned until he looks down and his half-asleep mind catches up with him. That’s right. Kagami. His boyfriend had slid a bit lower in Aomine’s grip while they both slept, head resting on his stomach rather than his chest, but Aomine’s legs are still effectively pinned.

He looks back up at Tetsu. “Did you need something?” For once, he kind of hopes not; the present situation makes a fetch quest a lot more challenging.

But Tetsu smiles and shakes his head, face brimming with open affection as he looks at his two lovers. Aomine can tell right away - it’s the fond expression reserved for him, and the one for Kagami, layered together and radiating soft love. His heart stutters a bit, loving that expression and loving Tetsu for making it, for being so overjoyed at the sight of his lovers entwined together.

“I feel fine now. My temperature is normal, I checked,” Tetsu says, breaking him out of his thoughts. “I just came to check on you two.” To Aomine’s surprise, Tetsu places a hand on his forehead. “Are you feeling all right?”

“Fine. Why?”

“You’ve been taking care of the both of us for three days now. I’ll be impressed if you don’t end up sick after this,” Tetsu says, withdrawing his hand. “You seem fine, though. For now.”

“Well, that’s not ominous at all.”

Tetsu shrugs. “Just telling it like it is. Anyway, you should go to bed and get some sleep. I know you sat up most of last night with me.”

Aomine shakes his head. “I don’t want to wake him. I’m fine sleeping right here.”

“You’re going to hurt your back sitting up and bearing his weight like that.” Tetsu’s got him there. His shoulders and neck ache, and the arm of the couch presses uncomfortably into his spine.

“Come on,” Tetsu coaxes. “I changed the sheets for you and everything. It’s nice and fresh.” Still, Aomine hesitates, running a hand protectively through Kagami’s hair.

Tetsu sighs. “He’s my boyfriend too, you know. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of him while you rest.”

“Alright, alright,” Aomine caves. “Help me move him?” Tetsu nods, and they set to the task of gently maneuvering Kagami up so Aomine can slide out from under him. Tetsu slips the discarded pillow under his head before Aomine lays it carefully back down. Predictably, the heavy sleeper doesn’t even stir.

As Aomine stretches the kinks out of his back, Tetsu busies himself with readjusting Kagami’s blankets. “You’re sure you don’t need-”

“Yes, I’m sure. Go to bed.” Tetsu stands up on tiptoe and pulls him in for a kiss, soft and slow. Aomine melts into it, resting his hands just above Tetsu’s hips. Even after they draw back, their hands linger. “I’ve got him. Call me if you need anything.”

Aomine smiles. “Course.”

[hunterartemisanime]

KnB Commentary: Kise Ryouta and the Curse of Being “Pretty Boy” in Shonen Anime

Cheerful, extroverted, happy-go-lucky and sunshine with a face, Kise Ryota is the screen ikemen in Kuroko no Basket. Although Kise is a cult favourite, but I think he is sometimes pushed aside with Momoi. In KnB people tend to focus more on the other GoMs rather than Kise. Here is my take on how Kise Ryota’s character and his types are scorned in Shonen Manga.

Shonen and Shojo manga revolve around two different dimensions: while shonen manga focuses on friendships, journeys and solid characteristic developments, shojo manga focuses generally on the romance parts, interpersonal relationships, appearance and struggles of the ordinary main character. Both manga lauds ordinariness and makes the ordinary extra-ordinary one just by showing that they have the possibility to be sublime. While Shojo manga greatly appreciates male beauty to the point of worship, Shonen sort of looks down on male beauty: anyone who identifies himself as good looking, or wants to be good looking is put down by others around him. Let’s see how Kise fell into the same trap.

Kise is introduced in the story in a very Shojo manga fashion. He is looked from the female point of view of Seirin’s girl students as he walks down the main pathway of the school. That piece of scene almost reminded me Takumi Usui entering school in Kaichou wa Maid Sama. From that point, wherever he goes he is greeted and surrounded by female population en large, much to the annoyance of his team members and opponents. Similar to the effect of “male gaze”, exists a “female gaze” which supposedly decides the desirability of a boy, especially in a high school setting. Kise, being handsome by the contemporary Japanese standards thus somewhat becomes the focus of the female gaze which makes males around him conscious and equally anxious. This phenomenon can be asserted with Momoi’s first encounter in the anime with Kuroko in Aida Gym pool. When Kuroko is hugged by a very beautiful and buxom Momoi Satsuki, the boys on his team lament: “I am so jealous of you Kuroko, hope you’ll die.” This was from a rather “harmless” and “normal” bunch of High School Basketballers, then just imagine how it effects the powerhouse boys with similar primal instinct and with greater ego. Thus Kise is treated with hot-and-cold attitude from males around him: be its his former teammates or current.

Kise is thus definitely an eligible bachelor and he surely knows it. However his self-awareness is without vanity or narcissistic edge. He is shown to be appreciative of female attention and not portray himself as a “playboy” or a “Scorer”; he is never addressed by anyone as “charan poran” (womanizer) in the series. This is a very contradictory attitude in Shonen anime. In shonen anime Male sexuality have very limited outlets: either one should be hyper-celibate and not pay attention to any organism marked as female, or one could be hyper-sexual to the point where they objectify the female form in a not so respectable manner--there is nothing in the Middle. In KnB Akashi, Kuroko and Midorima fall in the former end of spectrum while Haizaki Shogo and Aomine Daiki fall into the latter. Even dating and having girlfriend can make you the object of male scorn: in the anime Grand Blue, the department of Mechanical Engineer has a secret pact to stay single and when they find out that Iori Kitahara is living with Chisa (who is his cousin), they almost throw a violent fit. The male solidarity in Shonen thus ostricise the males who express appreciation in female company and show interest in courting and romance. Kise is snubbed in a similar manner for showing interest in a more feminine side. A same kind of snubbing was delivered to Hiroshi Fukuda of Seirin when he confessed on the rooftop that he wanted to get into the team for dating someone. In Free Momotarou Mikoshiba too, is either ridiculed or snubbed by his teammates for openly admitting to like Gou Matsuoka.

Out of all the Generation of Miracles characters, I think Kise is the most discriminated of all. His discrimination is the unsual kind: he is too important in the plotline to be comic relief like Takao and Izuki and he is too cheerful enough to be the bad boy. So what kind of discrimination does he face? He faces the discrimination for being good looking. Yes, there is a thing to be discriminated for being good looking. I also think Kise has been played within the character of being the “dumb blond”. He is portrayed as “pretty boy” and is expected to limit himself within it. His cheerful attitude is often met with cold shoulder and it is absolutely normalised within the storyline. Unlike other players who greet their rivals outside the courts with a broody attitude and slightly glaring eyes, Kise is the one who advocates “Yesterday’s rivals are today’s friends”. This is a very positive attitude to use in real life to keep the unhealthy competitiveness in check, but it is met with a scorn in the anime. It is shown as if being cheerful is the by-product of being good looking and the former should reflect the latter. This is perhaps the reason Kise’s playing style was completely sniped out of the scene from being “the best of all”. According to the society, a good looking person is just an eye-candy for anyone to drool over and if they have too much agency or talent people enviously comment “(s)he gets all that because of the looks”. It stems from the insecurity of one person having too much social power. The entire thing is very limiting. Kise is not only good-looking, he is acing his modelling career, a field which is highly demanding and taxing and at the same time he is doing well in basketball also in a nationally reputed school. These attributes somewhat gets overshadowed because he is somewhat only identified on screen for his looks. This fact is highlighted with his rivalry with Haizaki Shogo. Haizaki, instead of acknowledging Kise as a player, “marked his territory” by “boning” one of the girls claiming to be Kise’s girlfriend. 

Kise is very much aware of the fact that the swarming bunch of girls are intrinsic to his image, especially as a model and for this reason he tries to be respectful towards them. However, he does not identify the admiration of the fan-brigade with genuine affection. This is the core fact which Haizaki misinterprets about Kise that he derives power from the admiring fangirls. Haizaki despite being the antagonist is pretty much shares the similar prejudice with the people near Kise: that Kise Ryota begins and ends with looks and even his playing style “perfect copy” is less than original. But Kise is not the prejudices that surround him, he is affectionate, loyal and genuine with enough dedication to pursue what he loves. The ideal type of Kise : “a girl that won’t tie me down” says a lot about him. He is eager to meet someone who will respect him for who he actually is and not for his looks or fame. He too is someone who grew out of seeing the surface and judge to observe someone and understand---that is how he started to respect Kuroko at the first place. At the end, when he loses to Touou, he sheds the image of a “cool handsome boy” and cries like a baby in public; something his own captain Kasamatsu or his former teammate Midorima could not do. This shows a lot of courage and strength but also shows that expressing ugly emotions in a public can also be dignified and not necessarily be stripping to masculinity.

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[arrogantsonofabiscuit]

ship your moots?

My time has come hdhdbhdjd . Thank you for asking nonnie!

@sakuctsu Naya + Atsumu ! Their dynamics are so cute <3

@sookyshima Rosie + Aomine ! Hottest couple . Both of them are such huge tease like ?!?<3

@gojospup Vee+ Oikawa I can just imagine both of them bickering back and forth in Spanish lol. And plus the most sexiest couple I just know <333

@etherealtobio Mab + Tobio, Mrs.Kageyama is very sweet and Tobio will melt once he meets her <3

@strawbearisamu Sol + Osamu I don’t know why but I feel like those two would look cute together <3

@woahsamu Eris + Tsukki , only girl who can handle him well <3 . (Both of them are sarcastic and funny their conversation would be full of sarcasm )

@kentoangel Vale + Nanami, as Nanami has a tough exterior Vale is very soft so they would look cute together <3 he is all clingy towards them <3

@xybi Bibi + Shirabu, ever met two ppl with the same brain? Yeah both of them are salty af but I love that dumbass <3

@maitenight Maït + Keiji, pretty couple with pretty aesthetic <3

@kodzukoi Koi+ Kenma, player 2 to his player 1 hehe

@thesimphouse Sara + Atsushi , “can’t live without food”

@bokutosworld Zarah + Bokuto, my two cute babies <3

@readywhorenot Rev + Suga, the most chaotic couple (pls Rev is so hot )

@stationery-store Shoo + Yamaguchi, soft babies deserve the best <33

@amajima Amaya + Ushijima, his demeanour changes to something so soft which only Amaya can see.

@eitaara Clara + SEMI!!!! Hottest couple I could ever ask for <3

@ohajime Empress + Kuroo , sarcasm king and queen

@emergencyfoodpaimon Aoba + Kunimi, I can only think about the lil 👅 he does hehe

@nkogneatho Pasi + Gojou , Pasi is so cool like the baddest b and well gojou is gojou lol.

@iwangel Leya + Atsumu, a couple everyone wants to be <33 . Honestly they are so cute, playful and hot together like?!?!

@bokutoism Ryu + Kuroo , Ryu is so pretty I just know that they have the capacity to sweep Kuroo off his feet by their beauty and brains <3

@love-hajime Pat + Hajime, my otp <333 😏

Sorry if I missed anyone ! Don’t feel shy to tell me that I forgot writing about you! I love you all <333

[noctilucous-siren]

Aomine/Kagami

A/N: this is 18+ Don’t get me wrong it’s fluffy 18+ but still 18+

Aomine groaned upon walking into your shared bedroom, this is not what he expected to see.

Kagami was still sheathed inside of you, your thighs still trembling, the way you’re sprawled out on his chest let’s Aomine know that you’ve just finished. Kagami’s head is thrown back, breathing heavily, his hands gently rubbing up and down your back as the two of you calm your racing hearts. Aomine cleared his throat causing Kagami to look over at him and you picked up your head enough to making eye contact and give Aomine the sweetest smile you could manage at the moment.

“You two get started without me,” Aomine asked, trying to hide his pout, Kagami snorted in response thinking back to all the times he has walked in on Aomine railing you. You, on the other hand, simply reach out for Aomine and he wastes no time coming to your side. “You miss me pretty baby?” he asks, smoothing your hair back and tucking it behind your ear. You place your hand on Kagami’s chest, using it as leverage to sit up, the change in position causing Kagami to hiss underneath you. Your free hand pulls Aomine closer, bringing him down to your level so you can place a loving kiss on his lips, pulling away after a moment you say, “Welcome home Daiki.”

Whatever self control the Aomine has is gone, his hands come up to cup your face as he pulls you into another kiss, gentle and hot at the same time. You moan into his mouth, Kagami’s hands tighten their hold on your hips, a moan leaving his mouth at the way you clench around him. Aomine pulls away with a smirk, “Come on pretty baby, let’s get you two cleaned up,” he laughs at your pout, giving you one more kiss before stepping back. Aomine helps you off Kagami and leads you to the bathroom, turning on the shower as Kagami joins the two of you.

You and Kagami help Aomine out of his clothes, ignoring his protests of being able to strip on his own. The three of you get in the shower together each of you helping wash the other too, the casual intimacy warming all of you. Soon you are all seated at the table, cartons of takeout being passed around, lively conversation taking place as Aomine recounts the idiots he saw on the job today, Kagami rolling his eyes but smiling and your head tilted back as you laugh at the absurdity of what Aomine has to deal with.

The three of you eventually settle on the couch, Aomine on one side with you on his lap and Kagami is reclined across the couch, his head on Aomine’s chest. Aomine has one arm wrapped around you, his hand cradling the back of your head and as you rest your forehead against his neck and the other arm is draped over Kagami who interlaces their fingers together. Kagami is the first to doze off, and Aomine’s eyes are growing heavy but the way you’re kissing his neck and whispering your love for him and Kagami has him savoring the moment.

[aomine-ryo]

hii!! love your blog n writing so much! could i please request a scenario where gom+ kagami react to aomine w scratches on his back? you know due to obvious reasons 😏😏 sorry if this goes against any rules!

Omg I love this request 😂 This was really fun to write so I hope you like this x

Scenario: GOM + Kagami’s reactions to Aomine with scratches on his back

You and Aomine were headed to the basketball court in a nearby park because Akashi had suggested playing a few games with the rest of the Generation of Miracles and Kagami. You had spent the night over at Aomine’s house so the two of you were quite tired to be waking up so early since you had stayed up quite late having a bit of fun.

“Why didn’t you just stay back and sleep?” Aomine questioned after you let out a huge yawn. He would’ve been more than happy to stay back and sleep in with you for longer, but you had dragged him out of bed to tend to these plans.

“I like watching you guys play. Plus it’s not often that I get to see Akashi and Murasakibara since they live so far,” you replied, playfully swinging the hand that held Aomine’s.

The two of you were the last ones to get to the court. After your greetings, they decided on the teams, where you were roped into playing too since the numbers were uneven. You were good enough at basketball to be on the girls’ team at your school and though you were nowhere near their level, you happily took part in the games.

All of you played for a good hour or two before deciding to call it a day. Aomine’s shirt was drenched in sweat because he got quite carried away after Kagami started provoking him during the game. He pulled his shirt off and began to dig around his bag in search of the spare shirt he had packed, however he got distracted by the loud gasp from Kise.

“Aominecchi! What on Earth happened to your back?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Aomine questioned, trying to catch a glimpse of his back like an idiot.

You looked over at Aomine’s back and colour began to rise in your cheeks. Both you and Aomine had completely forgotten about the marks left from the night before.

“You have scratches all over your back, idiot,” Midorima informed Aomine, who was spinning around like a dog chasing its tail.

Aomine finally stopped and remembered where they had come from, sharing an awkward look with you as his mind recalled all the hot and heavy moments from the previous night, causing his cheeks to flush red. “Oh that, um, it was my cat,” he lied, as he quickly pulled his shirt on.

“But you don’t have a cat, Aomine-kun,” Kuroko pointed out, straight-faced as always.

“Oh yeah, um—”

“Wait didn’t Y/N-cchi stay over last night?” Kise added, and everyone began to connect the dots as Aomine let out a groan, preparing himself for what’s to come.

“Your nails aren’t even that long, how’d you do so much damage?” Midorima questioned as he picked up your hand and began to examine your fingernails.

“My god, is he really that rough, Y/N-chin?” Murasakibara questioned, turning to you whilst Kise and Kagami were doubling over in laughter.

“Poor Y/N-kun. I’m sorry you have to deal with Aomine-kun’s aggressiveness,” Kuroko said. You didn’t know how to respond to any of it, you were just frozen with embarrassment.

“Poor Y/N? I’m the one with scratches on my back!” Aomine retorted, causing even Akashi to let out a small snicker.

They all chose to ignore him and started pitying you, just to annoy Aomine. “Are you okay Y/N-cchi? If he ever hurts you just say the word, we can beat him up!” Kise said, placing a hand on your shoulder as Aomine shot him death glares. Midorima and Akashi just stood there in silence and watched things unfold. Akashi found it quite entertaining, however the green-haired boy was massaging his temples and asking himself how he managed to get involved with a group this chaotic.

“I can’t believe you’re so rough with someone so small. Pick on someone your own size,” Kagami sneered.

It took everything Aomine had not to absolutely murder everyone right then and there. “You’re about my size, are you trying to flirt with me?” Aomine shot back.

“Ew no way. You’re the last person I’d want to be with,” Kagami replied with a look of disgust, “I bet you’re awful in bed.”

“I’m not! I’m the best in bed,” Aomine yelled back, losing himself in this pointless bickering with Kagami. “I’ll have you know that Y/N very much enjoys having sex with me! You should hear how much she screams—”

“Oh my God, Daiki shut up!” You cut him off, your face as red as a tomato at this point.

“Okay, how about we stop talking about Aomine and Y/N’s sex life?” Akashi suggested, trying to save you from any more embarrassment.

The group finally simmered down and you let out a sigh of relief, glad that it was finally over. Everyone was quite hungry so you decided to grab some food at Maji Burger together. They didn’t let Aomine off the hook that easily though. Every now and then someone (especially Kagami and Kise) would slip a joke about it into the conversation, much to Aomine’s dismay.

Kagami would sometimes slap Aomine’s back playfully, just to see him wince in pain, though Aomine would immediately pounce on him in attempts to fight him, so everyone was given the difficult task of trying to break up their fights. After that day, Aomine would always think twice before he took his shirt off in front of his friends.

[stargaze-issei]

Hi may I request some headcanons for Kuroo from haikyuu and Akashi, Aomine, and Murasakibara from kuroko no basket when their girlfriend is a really talented at the opposite sport (example Kuroo is basketball and the other volleyball) and are scouted from big schools/colleges and maybe they see a game of hers for the first time and are shocked/proud of how talented they are. Can it also be lots of fluff please.

hi! hope u like it. i gave different positions to each reader in the knb ones, you’ll notice.

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ, ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴋᴀsʜɪ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄ s/ᴏ.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; none.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; -.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; fluff.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; my bias showed with aomine im sowy hsjhs, also, i cut mukkun out bc this was so long.

kuroo tetsurō

-> kuroo knows you're a decent basketball player because you're team captain.

-> he has never see you play, somehow he keeps missing your games.

-> he's either playing himself or out of town or buried in homework.

-> and is getting on his nerves because everyone keep talking about how good you are and how many points you made on your last game.

-> yeah he has seen you playing one-one-one with your friends, but that doesn't compare to a real game.

-> you're kinda bumped because it's important to you he sees you doing what you love.

-> so when a game against a power house is scheduled, where college scouts are invited, you beg him to go.

-> he makes the impossible and is able to attend at last minute.

-> you got so happy when you saw him on the bleachers, shouting your name in excitement.

-> your team was used to you being good, but that day?? your best performance in your life.

-> you made point after point after point, supporting your teammates.

-> your defense didn't leave any paths open, and your offense was unstoppable.

-> the game ended with a really big gap, mostly made by you.

-> kuroo was SO PROUD.

-> he shouted at every point you made, and his throat got itchy.

-> he knew you wete good but that good???

-> he was thankful you didn't play vb or he'd be scared.

-> when you told him not one, not two, but three scouts had reached out to you??

-> his eyes actually shone in pride. he loves you and won't ever stop praising your abilities.

aomine daiki

-> kind of guy who thinks the sport he plays is the only interesting one.

-> what’s the fun on depending of others as much you do on volleyball?

-> you can’t do more than touching the ball, and not even twice in a row, like, please explain him why.

-> expect a lot of arguing in which sport is better and eventually giving up because this man will not lose.

-> you go to all your practices, unlike him, despite he uses all his weapons to keep you with him in the rooftop.

-> since you started dating, in winter holidays, you haven’t had any important enough games, resulting in him never seeing you playing outside of practice. 

-> he would NEVER say this, but he thought it was cool how fast you could react to receive a ball going 100 km/h or hit a spike so hard with your arm only.

-> you tried to explain him that it was actually a movement from your whole body but he didn’t listen lol.

-> you understand he’s lazy, like, sometimes he would miss his own games.

-> but you were compiting on the final of a really important tournament, and you were so sure you would win, you wanted your beloved boyfriend to be there too.

-> he agreed to go, although you still had momoi invited too to make sure he would be there in time.

-> women’s uniforms are quite different from men’s, the bottom being a tight sport short that ends before your thigh.

-> he hadn’t see you in your uniform before so he literally choked.

-> “DAMN YOU’RE HOT BABE” 

-> sometimes he had attended to watch your practices, despite they were intense, it didn’t compare to a real match.

-> both you and your team were completely focused, every receive you made got to the setter perfectly, your spikes were before the three meters line, it was perfect.

-> even your serves, which was a hard thing for you, were good.

-> a college scout was there, but nobody told your team, and just by chance, aomine ended up sitting besides him.

-> “YOU SAW THAT? SHE’S SO FRICKING GOOD GOD, LOOK!” so the scout was forced to watch you through the whole game.

-> was fairly impressed with your performance, and in a few days, he would reach out to your coach to tell them he wanted to offer you a scholarship and complementary training until you graduate highschool.

-> say “thank u, aomine”

-> after then, daiki will brag about you too everyone every day because you’re that bitch and he loves you.

akashi seijuro

-> akashi cares for status, so he had to know if you lived up to your reputation.

-> i literally don't know why hasn't he attended to any of your games before.

-> like i see him going to one of your games before he even knew you and there, he knew it was you.

-> anyways, you had this friendly game against another school, it wouldn't have been that important usually, but college scouts were invited and you needed a scholarship to get to college.

-> when you told akashi, he decided he'd go to support you.

-> and it was nice that he cared so you just thanked him.

-> everyone knew you were dating, definition of power couple.

-> someone literally saved a seat for him at first row so he could see you.

-> the game started, and you were so focused than didn’t even see akashi in the bleacers.

-> he didn't know a thing about vb, but he noticed how you connected every play, touch the ball in every rally.

-> it was highkey cool, like you were the most important player in the court.

-> yeah, you needed someone else to receive the ball and then spike it, but you were the only one who could set the ball so perfectly.

-> akashi was so involved in the game, even celebrating some of the points.

-> it was when you did a setter dump, that went unnotice until the ball touch the ground, he lost it.

-> you could do that?? it was the best play in the whole match if you ask him.

-> of course, he acted like it was nothing, but damn.

-> it didn’t take long for akashi to realize he was actually sitting in front of the scout you talked about.

-> HE WOULD START TELLING HIM REASONS WHY HE SHOULD GRANT YOU A SCHOLARSHIP.

-> but he wouldn’t need to convince him, which made akashi the proudest man on the planet.

-> he supports you, and recgonizes you as an equal, even being in different sports.

[tenacityreturns]

aokaga drabble: post-nba

plot: kagami cuts off all his friends after forced retirement from the nba, and goes to live in japan again so that he can rebuild himself from the ground up. aomine’s girlfriend, sabs (whom we love), breaks up with him and aomine follows kagami to try and reconnect after a quiet few months. he’s worried as hell, he loves kagami, who he knows without hearing from him that he is miserable. it’s angst. word count: 5860 notes: sfw, future verse, aomine’s pov. it’s specific to my future verse hcs but hopefully it makes sense even if u dont know them lol. nijimura and kagami are ( thank you so much for reminding me about this. present tense. they ARE ) besties, i think that comes up. 

god, it's just too weird coming back here. everything is the same. same cream wallpaper, same dirty mirror in the lift. same buttons, circled with red once pressed. same shitty elevator music. it hums melodically, creating the pretence of relaxation, but daiki is anything but. he stares at himself in the mirror. not much taller than the last time he'd been inside, on his way to see an exuberant redhead in that same, ridiculous penthouse apartment he'd had by himself. would it seem small now that he'd seen the world? now that he had money of his own, lived in a big apartment himself? there are lines in his brow as he inspects it. he doesn't try to fix it. allows himself these nerves because they remind him that he cares. if he didn't, he wouldn't have come back to stay with his parents. wouldn't have followed taiga across the world despite the months of radio silence. missed calls ( ignored calls ). unanswered texts. daiki had tried everything. called taiga’s dad, asked if he'd heard anything recently from him. he never had. never gave daiki anything, anyway. all 'oh, I'm sure he's fine, he's probably just sulking about his injuries.' yeah, that's what daiki is worried about. asao had always got on his nerves. how is he so blind? why can't he see that taiga's devastated to be retiring? he still had as much fight in him as he'd had when they were teenagers. so much fight, and grit, and impossible potential.

the elevator dings. he doesn't move for a moment. ghosts surround him. that time taiga dragged him way too roughly into his apartment, only to kiss him like he's made of glass. the times they'd held hands in the full elevator and no one had minded. the time someone had, and taiga nearly beat him up for it. like, really nearly. all the occasions taiga found to cook meals for him. all the excuses. how the hell could taiga stand to come back here and relive all those memories?

the doors shut. daiki grunts and pushes the button to open them again. he has to buck up. he has to gather himself, all the courage in the world, and tell taiga everything. he was waiting inside, anyway. he'd buzzed him up. yeah, alright. he'd said at the door. yeah, alright. he sounds different now. colder. the knot in his stomach is eating him alive. tearing organs apart. his knees are weak, barely carrying him into the hallway.

how will he phrase it? Daiki makes his way to taiga's door. it's the same colour. same paint, it's peeling a little. he feels sick. so sick. it's fight or flight, isn't it? the nerves. well, he'd already flown away. already allowed taiga to think he didn't care. maybe he hadn't. maybe love had drifted between them, fluttering around like a butterfly in spring. sabina had been a flower daiki visited, she was everything he thought he'd wanted in a partner. funny, clever, interested in him. not like in love him, which she had been, but she'd asked how his day was. sabs was great, but she wasn't taiga. they fought a lot, but not in the same way he'd fought with taiga. and taiga had dated people too, like that hot business guy. older, smart, in love. daiki recognised the way he'd looked at taiga during that terrible doubt date they'd gone on. softly, in awe, like there had been no one else in the room. and taiga had been looking at daiki. saying something with a smirk, trying to get a rise out of him. daiki could have kissed him then.

but he's broken up with sabs when taiga retired. all daiki had done was call him, text him, trying to find out if he was okay. of course he wasn't, but daiki wanted to be there for him. sabs grew tired of it. he doesn't blame her for it. he doesn't blame himself for being in love with taiga, either. it's the natural way of things. and it has been the natural way of things to go back to Japan as soon as he could get a break away from work. he stayed with his parents, kept his head down. reconnected with other old friends from high school, tried to pretend it was just a social call. Tried to pretend he hadn't come all the over here on the off chance taiga might be around to see him, wherever he'd been. what a bittersweet moment when taiga first texted back a few months ago. all casualness, he’d said don’t worry about me, i’m fine. talk soon x and that had been it. he’d replied in english, daiki had texted in english. daiki called him about a week ago and taiga had answered. hearing his voice had been jarring. he’d been waiting so long, so patiently. always hoping taiga would call him for a change.

“i’m in tokyo visiting family,” daiki had said hastily, shocked that he’d actually get a reply this time. he waited. nothing. fine. he kept talking. “i get it if you don’t wanna talk to me, or whatever, but---

“no, i wanna see you. come over. i’m back in my old apartment, you remember where that is? come by next saturday.” and they agreed on a time like it was the most normal thing in the world.

daiki sees his hand raise to knock on the door, and he wonders how many times in his life he’d done this. his knuckles had met the door hundreds of times before, when they’d been younger. less experienced. happier. god, daiki’s scared. it’s too weird coming back here.

the door opens. it’s taiga. he looks tired. he’s put on weight, his bare arms are still tree trunks but they’re not showing muscle definition anymore. he makes grey sweats and a black t-shirt look classic for a reason. daiki stares at him, taking it all in, suddenly tongue-tied. he doesn’t have the right words, they don’t exist. there’s nothing to say. he shouldn’t have come.

“makes you feel old, don’t it?” taiga says, rubbing his neck.

"what?”

“being back here. i feel like i should ask you if you wanna play one-on-one then go to maji’s.” the joke hurts. red eyes hold such sadness in them. it looks like it hurts to look at daiki, too. he shouldn’t have come.

“taiga---”

“i can’t, i dunno if you heard. i can’t play again. i’m still recovering. i had to choose between being able to walk when i’m sixty, or playing basketball another year. i was so close to picking basketball.”

daiki trudges inside. he fights the instinct to sweep taiga into an all-encompassing hug. it’s awful being in this room again. the furniture is different, thank god, but the essentials are in the same place. the kitchen is the same. there’s the spot daiki would always perch when taiga was cooking something for him. the sofa is in a different position. how clearly he can see the old layout now that he stands amongst its replacements. daiki doesn’t know what to say to taiga’s crushing statement. could he speak if he wanted to? there’s a lump in his throat. he takes his shoes off. those are taiga’s jordans. it’s good he still wears basketball shoes. it’s wrong when he doesn’t. they’re like an extension of him, like the colour of his hair. scarlet in the sunlight.

“isn’t that what you wanted to hear?” taiga’s voice is so dark, he hasn’t shut the door yet. when daiki looks over, the hand on the door is tense, as if trying to make a fist through the wood. it takes daiki by surprise to see this rage. “isn’t that what anyone wants to know, whether i care if i played again?”

“i---” he blinks. “i don’t care about basketball.”

wrong answer. the door slams. daiki flinches. taiga stalks into the kitchen.

“i mean, of course i care, it’s just-- you scared the shit outta me. i figured you didn’t wanna see me of all people, then i heard you cut everyone off, all your old teammates. gave everyone the cold shoulder. we just wanna help you, man, you’re not alone in this.”

“i’m over it.”

“i wouldn’t be, if i was you.”

“you have no idea how i feel, daiki,” taiga pulls two beers from the fridge. daiki had half expected banana milk. the thought makes him feel worse.

“nobody does, you won’t talk to anyone.” it’s a leap, maybe he had been, but had avoided daiki’s questions when he’d asked them. did nijimura know how he felt? did satsuki, and they just hadn’t told him?

“i don’t want to,” he takes the drinks to the couch, and daiki follows. daiki sits in a chair where his beanbag had once been. taiga continues, “i don’t wanna even think about basketball. that’s why i never messaged you back. i knew it would all come out once i saw you.”

daiki doesn’t open his beer. he stares at it guiltily, but he can’t bear opening it. can’t bear disturbing the quiet falling between them.

“i would’ve left you alone if you hurt yourself,” taiga goes on, in too smooth of a tone to have been anything but the truth. “i would’ve known you wouldn’t want to see me because it’d remind you of the old times.”

silence. he really shouldn’t have come.

“i’ve always had basketball,” taiga says quietly, sipping on his beer. “all my friends were into it too. back when i had this place first, i figured everyone was only interested because i was good. especially you guys.” he clicks his tongue. “you, generation of miracles. i didn’t blame you, either. i got it. tetsu, ryouta, tatsuya. i’d think about whether you’d lose interest if i got hurt and couldn’t play anymore. i didn’t wanna face it.”

“is that--- is that what you think about me now?”

no reply. he drinks more beer. daiki shifts to the edge of his seat.

“taiga. answer me.”

“i considered it. at first, definitely. then you kept calling, i guessed it was your conscience or something. don’t feel bad about it, or whatever--”

“don’t feel bad? why would you think that? i--” he has to take a breath. it’s taiga’s mistake. it’s something in his past that caused him to think that the limits of his worth are tied with his ability to play ball. that’s awful. but it’s not something to argue over. it won’t help. “look, you’re wrong. alright? don’t ever think that about me again.”

taiga shrugs. “you wanted to know how i felt.”

it’s a blow. it hurts. no doubt about it. when daiki had said i love you, had taiga always heard i love your basketball? that’s ridiculous. daiki had loved taiga’s way of playing, but that wasn’t just it?! there are corners of taiga’s mind that daiki doesn’t like, doesn’t get along with. but despite that, he loves that, too. loves taiga. loves, loves, loves him. he always has, he always will.

“you once said there’s nothing a winner can say to a loser. ain’t that how it is here? what could you say to me i haven’t heard from everyone else who can still play basketball?”

“if you couldn’t walk now, do you really think i wouldn’t wanna be there to help you with your wheelchair?” it slipped out, almost venomously. defensively. taiga blinks, quiet as the dead. daiki sighs, setting the drink down unopened. “you’re one of my best friends, taiga. you’re more than that. i think i made myself pretty clear when i called you and texted you. sorry if that was the wrong thing to do... but... if you stopped playing basketball after high school, i’d still have wanted you around, you know. even if you were some boring ass banker in another country, i still would’ve kept in touch.”

daiki doesn’t look at taiga now. he can’t. it’s too much honesty. there’s too much weight to his words. ( if he had looked over, he’d see the shaking hand raising beer to lips, hiding that they too quiver under the threat of tears. )

“sorry if i’m just saying stuff you’ve heard before. i’ll leave if i’m making it worse. i didn’t mean to.”

continued silence. what does he say next? what can he say? he doesn't want to leave. he should have come. daiki sighs, sinking back into his seat with his eyes anywhere but on taiga. this chair is hard. it's a sand-coloured linen armchair with deep mahogany accents. the kind of chair that really isn't meant to be sat in. sabs had one like this. it was a glorified bowl. totally uncomfortable, and even he was never able to sleep in it. this chair is similar. its voice is loud and harsh: i am an adult purchase. daiki misses the beanbag. the most comfortable thing he'd ever slept on. second most. he finally looks at taiga. the couch is different. it's also sand in colour, and cuboid, but the arm-rests are low and with the right cushion, their rounded corners would make for a good napping area.

the old sofa hadn't been comfortable. he'd convinced himself that it was, until taiga became the perfect cushion between sofa and daiki. it's a stupid thought, but is a toned body really that comfortable of a cushion? the soft lines of taiga's broad shoulders look just as enticing. but... the beanbag... daiki's bought beanbags for himself since then but they've never been the same. even the same brand (model discontinued) hadn't been the same. it wasn't just that it was oblong and firm enough that he doesn't touch the floor, while still retaining body-moulding softness. it was partly that. daiki had realised it the first time he settled into his new and immediately rejected beanbag years ago, when he and taiga had broken up for the second major time. it was that he'd been on taiga's floor, exhausted after an almost challenging one-on-one, waiting for his rival to make him his dinner. even before they'd started dating, daiki had felt a special sort of peace here. there's comfort in finding someone who you can be your authentic self with. daiki's basketball ability didn't scare taiga off.

"daiki?"

daiki had been staring at the window when taiga spoke. he immediately looked over, momentarily forgetting everything that was said minutes before. forgetting why he's here, what brought him, what chair he's sitting in. he's in the beanbag again. taiga's about to ask him to solve a history question, and daiki's half a second away from making up a completely fictitious answer so he doesn't have to bashfully admit that he doesn't know.

“can i ask you something?”

“shoot,”

“were you just thinking about your old beanbag?”

ah. busted. he blinks, dazed. taiga’s expression starts to change. his eyes search daiki’s from across the room and gradually, a smile forms. the sun comes out. literally. the shadow-stealing grey sky gave the city a brief interlude of hope in a few, impossibly long seconds of proper sunlight. the weather, daiki noticed, linked inextricably with a personal epiphany. it doesn’t matter whether he’s an easy read. at any given moment, daiki is thinking about his next meal or his next sleep. but that, in the depths of their conversation, taiga had pulled himself out of it enough to come to the correct conclusion on what daiki was thinking about. it wasn’t basketball, it wasn’t their history ( not entirely, at least ), and it wasn’t taiga’s injuries ( though maybe it should have been? ). it was his old beanbag. not taiga’s. not nijimura’s. his. and he’s smiling again, for the first time today. a wall has come down.

the future starts to fit into place. is that dramatic? it’s fate. it’s fate. does taiga see it too? does he knows that daiki could walk to the ends of the earth for him? daiki smiles too, now. he sinks deeper into his awful seat, shoulders almost meeting his ears.

“i hate this chair, taiga.”

“me too, but i hated the beanbag more.”

“you didn’t,” a critical insult! “why’d you keep it if you hated it so much?”

taiga sighs now, shifting in his seat so that his arm rested on the back of the couch, head against his hand. he stares with an unimpressed downwards turn to his mouth, and a double chin beneath his jaw. because you loved it, his eyes replied in words his mouth couldn’t betray, and i loved you. past tense, daiki can’t flatter himself into thinking that taiga is in any kind of place to be thinking about relationships. but they’d been in love before. daiki had been taiga’s first ( almost ) everything. it’s over in a split second, but he remembers thinking they’d be together forever.

“do you really think i could’ve been a banker?”

the question, offered casually under the guise of an innocent topic change, has weight to it. daiki knows this, but it doesn’t matter. his answer comes from the heart. their eyes meet.

“y’know,” daiki straightens up a little, “yeah, i do. i still think you could be a banker, dude. you’re one of the few people i’ve met who can really do anything you set your mind to.”

“i’m too stupid to be a banker.”

insecure words don’t suit taiga’s voice. they sound wrong. daiki doesn’t look away. “your tenacity outweighs your stupidity any day.”

taiga rolls his eyes and sips his beer. his smile fades. what’s he thinking about? daiki feels guilty realising he can’t read taiga as well as the other way around, but the last time they’d been in this room, it would have been a fair guess to suggest basketball was on his mind. it had almost always been on his mind. and now that his eyes no longer sparkle, basketball or lack thereof would also be a decent guess, but daiki didn’t think it was just that. does taiga think of the past? does he regret not paying attention in school and not giving himself any kind of backup career? daiki does. their parents do.

god, why can’t he think of anything to say? why is he so fucking silent all of a sudden? daiki’s usually quick as a whip, can spark a laugh or a fight at his whim. he usually knows just what to say when taiga’s not feeling great. or knows just what to do. all he can think of is a hug and what good has a hug ever done, really? he wants to wrap his arms around his old friend’s shoulders and tell him it’s all going to be alright. would taiga push him away? would he get mad?

“so,” taiga stands unexpectedly. is he about to tell him to get lost? “how are you doing?”

it takes him aback. uh, he’s been shit. he’s been worrying to death over taiga’s lack of communication, and fearing the worst with every phone call ignored. daiki exhales, watching taiga walk over to the sliding doors to the tiny balcony. it’s early evening and the city is starting to twinkle. does taiga admire its familiar beauty, or does he stare out with an empty gaze? for the love of all things good, daiki, for fuck’s sake! just say something!

“fine,” excellent.

“good. how’s sabs?”

“sabs?”

“yeah. i heard things were getting serious with you two.” his voice is impossible to hear, but he’s not mocking him. taiga’s ignorance at the situation is baffling, but he isn’t being spiteful.

“uh. we-- we broke up, man, ages ago. like, a few months.”

“huh.”

silence returned. daiki hates this. he understands not googling each other, but hadn’t anyone told taiga about sabs and him? had taiga really not asked? he’d been avoiding every other basketball guy he knows, why would daiki be any different? was it possible that taiga doesn’t care anymore? no, cool it. no talking about relationships right now, it’s not the time. fuck knows what conversation this moment does call for, but it’s not that. leave it. chill. have some beer.

daiki follows his own advice and finally opens his beer. it’s gross. he’s more of a wine guy, while taiga has always liked his beers. unsurprisingly, the drink does little to distract him.

“how are your parents?”

so is this what it was going to be? small talk? daiki would prefer going back to aggressively telling taiga how fucking amazing he is, just to fight the voice that had said i’m too stupid to be a banker.

“dad’s retiring soon,” daiki replies in a sigh, “there’ll be a party. you should come.”

taiga chuckles dryly.

you don’t have to, jesus. daiki doesn’t say it, and fights the irritation as best as he can. he’s using the same patience that taiga had used with him in the past when the world had felt like it was collapsing. “mom asks about you all the time.”

a grunt this time; it’s kind of like the surprised huh from earlier, mixed with a noise of amused rejection.

“how’s your dad?”

“he doesn’t get it at all. i tried telling him imagine you lost both your hands and couldn’t work anymore, but it’s not the same. he doesn’t love his work.”

daiki’s moving before he can help it. he comes to stand beside taiga to watch the city. he can’t see beyond the reflection of taiga’s sorrowful face in the glass. he’d been right, earlier. those gorgeous eyes were empty. if he was looking at the view, his eyes were dead on the horizon.

taiga continues without interruption. “he only works as an escape from everything he fucked up in his life. me, for instance.”

“taiga,” daiki’s heart aches.

“i should’a listened when i was a kid. that’s it. i should’a paced myself.”

“would you have joined seirin’s team if you paced yourself?”

silence.

“your intensity is a part of you, taiga,” daiki says gently. taiga’s distant eyes hone in on the reflection, too, and now they’re looking at each other in the glass. daiki is first to look away like a coward. “i think if you had paced yourself, you’d have come to one of seirin’s games. you would’a found out about the generation of miracles and thought i wanna take those asshole down a notch.”

“you told me my light’s too dim when we first met, though.” taiga turns his head so that he’s facing the city again. “even if i joined the team, we still lost before we got to finally beat you.”

“it was tetsu who lifted you up to my level,” daiki’s reply is barely a whisper. he’s falling into his own memories and his eyes drop to the windowpane. it had always been him. they both dwelled on it, he didn’t have to be a mind-reader for that. he misses kuroko like hell.

“you ever wish you hated basketball?” taiga’s voice cracks. he takes a sip of beer and daiki copies him.

“yeah,” before he’d met taiga, he’d been plagued with the idea of never meeting anyone up to his standards. anyone better. kise came close, but daiki had lost to seirin. that felt like lifetimes ago now.

“this fucking sucks,” he’d finished his beer now. daiki glances over in time to see taiga blindly toss his beer bottle over his shoulder. he looks back to see where it landed. it hadn’t shattered, but flown safely onto the sofa where taiga had been sitting. taiga doesn’t move. he doesn’t react at all.

daiki feels it keenly too, can’t taiga see? he’s not alone. sure, daiki can’t fully understand how it feels to be forced into retirement due to injury, but he’s on his way there. his body is tired and it is always sore. one of these days, he’ll land funny and never properly recover. and then daiki will isolate from the world until he can figure himself out. it will be like carving the basketball out of himself. having played for his whole life, what will be left? he comes to stare at taiga so gradually that he hadn’t noticed when it happened. he sees a strong man with a huge heart and the rest of his life ahead of him. he is awesome at cooking, maybe he’ll do something with that? he has enough money that, if he’s sensible with it ( which he always has been ), he’s financially secure. hell, taiga’s always been financially secure.

he sees a man waging a war in his mind. he sees broken pieces desperately held together. daiki sees himself.

“i’ll leave if you want me to, tai. i don’t wanna make it worse.”

taiga shakes his head. he looked, for a second, like he’d say something. his mouth opened, but he changed his mind last minute and closes it again. daiki can’t stand to see him this way. if they never talk about basketball again for the rest of their lives, he’ll find something else to say. they can’t just stop talking because they can’t play against each other anymore. unless that’s really what taiga wants, which daiki doubts.

it’s a bold move, perhaps, but he bumps his knuckles gently against taiga’s hand hanging beside them. the redhead glances between them, but it doesn’t put daiki off. he carefully offers his hand to hold, forgoing breathing lest it spark an outburst. there’s no rage this time. their hands connect like they had a million times before. daiki already feels better for it, selfishly, as if how he feels is what’s important right now. fuck, he just loves taiga so much. he’ll be fine, he’s taiga. of course he will. he’s at a low point and it’s weird to see him so lost, it’s unnatural somehow, but he’ll get through it. daiki believes in him. he believes in him with his whole goddamn heart.

taiga meets his eyes just as he’s feeling like he could just say it outright. daiki sees tired, teary eyes. he squeezes his hand. “what are you thinking about?” taiga asks quietly.

“how amazing you are,” he replies. “you’ll get through this. i know you will.”

taiga scoffs, but it doesn't sound like an outright rejection. not totally, at least.

a silence settles between them as they each think of something to say. daiki wishes there was something he could do to fix it. fix all the hurt. wrap it up in a ball and throw it outside. it's more of a distraction than anything, but hadn't that metaphor sounded like basketball? it would be impossible to cut the sport from himself. he doesn't think he'd be able to do it. this must be hell for taiga. he glances over and meets teary eyes unexpectedly looking at him, too.

"come here," daiki pulls his hand away, only to slide in and wrap his arms around taiga's waist. he hadn't thought twice about it this time. it's the right thing to do.

"i'm fine," taiga sniffs.

"then it's for my benefit," he snaps. it works, and he feels familiar arms wrap around him in kind. they stand in gentle silence, there’s a wall clock ticking somewhere in the background. cars beneath them sound like crashing waves. a siren. daiki runs his hands along taiga’s back soothingly, and notes that the form is softer now where muscles had laid careful marks of definition. taiga had always been bulkier than him, but this added weight makes the guy seem immovable. and here he is, hiding his face in daiki’s shoulder in the world’s saddest hug. he has to stop himself from kissing him there and then. as if that would help anything. it used to. enough kisses peppered on taiga’s face had always been enough to lift his mood. it’s strange to love taiga with restraint, but he will, if that is what he needs.

"you were right, by the way," taiga mutters, "I haven't talked this through with anybody."

"yeah. i'm here for you, tai. but we don't gotta talk about it if you don't want to. hell, we could pretend i'm the one who works at the bank and never talk about basketball again."

"you, a banker? that's just unrealistic." it's a joke delivered totally pathetically, with a shaking voice.

"shut up," and it's a defence without any bite to it.

“sorry about sabs,” daiki feels the words mumbled into his shoulder, feels taiga’s lips say her name against his t-shirt. taiga sounds guilty. he must know.

“don’t worry about it.”

“i heard you say in that interview that you were gonna have kids. i thought you were gonna end up with her.”

“interview?” daiki frowns. taiga breaks out of the hug and opens the sliding door. he comes to lean against the balcony, and daiki is still standing where he had been, racking his brain for what the hell he was talking about? he remembers an invasive question from a dickhead reporter along those lines, but daiki hadn’t said that he was going to? have them with sabs? he had never even considered it. really never considered it. hell no. “uh,” he finally replies, realising that he hadn’t yet, “no.”

“would you, in the future? not with sabs. i just mean, in general.”

daiki slides the door further open and steps into the cool air. he rests against the railing with his forearms, looking down and out at the city. for all that it could mean, he looks over with a gentle expression at the only person that would change his mind about it. “would you?”

taiga remains fixed on the horizon. his shoulders shrug. “i never thought about shit like that before. i think so, maybe.”

daiki hums. he doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t admit to being happy to hear that taiga is open to it, doesn’t admit that he’s always liked the idea of having kids. at least one, maybe two. being an only child is difficult, but then, the adoption process is difficult. hopefully two kids. he recalls a conversation they had had a long time ago, or maybe it had been a moment in passing that stuck out. taiga has changed his mind. back then, daiki distinctly remembers hearing that taiga didn’t think he’d make for a very good dad. he remembers, because he knows how much he disagreed. a guy like him with a heart like that? please. it’s a given.

“while you’re here, you should visit nijimura and his kids at teiko.”

daiki blinks. the speed at which the conversation was going is leaving him behind. he’d done that before, sure, but not as often as taiga. that makes sense though, right? taiga was always good at making time for shit like that. he shrugs his shoulders. “yeah, i guess. i hadn’t thought about it.”

“daiki?” taiga says quietly. when daiki looks over, their eyes meet. god, taiga’s eyes are so fucking sad. he can’t deal with it. daiki nods, taiga continues. “i’m gonna give you a word of advice. you should really think about what you’re gonna do when you can’t play anymore. i wish i had. there’s no point dwelling on the past, but if i can stop you from feeling like this, then it won’t all be for nothing.”

daiki categorically doesn’t like talking about stuff like this. his injuries will heal. they always do. and he will play again. he is not strong like taiga, he can’t just carve it out and build himself up again. taiga will be able to tell by the look on daiki’s face that he has taken the advice to heart, even if he can’t speak for the lump in his throat. when he can, after a moment, daiki replies.

“i get it if you wanna be alone right now,” his eyes drift back to the city, “and i’ll go stand on the side-lines ‘til you’re ready if that’s what you want, but if our roles were reversed like you mentioned earlier, i hope you would know to come find me.”

“of course i would,” taiga rests forwards on the balcony, mirroring daiki. their arms touch, neither move. “when you put it like that... i’m sorry i was so hard to find.”

daiki doesn’t tell him that he loves him now. not in words. he says it between the lines, in the diminishing space between his fingertips and taiga’s skin. any excuse to touch him, he makes. now, as his head comes to rest momentarily on taiga’s shoulder. can he stay there? taiga allows it. he does. on the arm, later, as a story is told, on the hand. taiga returns it in a drifting touch across daiki’s shoulders as he’s passing in the kitchen, or that one, affectionate moment where taiga had playfully scuffed his knuckles against daiki’s chin. god, it had driven him crazy. taiga is so beautiful. his hair is a little longer. the guy’s always wanted a mullet, maybe now he’s actually growing it out? his hands, his back, his thighs. they’d been friends with benefits a few years ago because they couldn’t handle being in the same room without physically reacting to it. then they’d started taking other people. and now, daiki feels that gut instinct to give taiga everything again. but he won’t. not tonight.

instead, he’ll confess his love in the respectful silences, in reassuring smiles, the changes of conversation, the nah, i’ve got nowhere to be when 11 o’clock hit and taiga was embarrassed to have taken up so much of his time. he says i love you in the way that they briefly hold hands. in the words unsaid because now isn’t the time. in the lingering glances, in the i’ll take the couch tonight. ( taiga, in his way, says i love you as he says no you won’t, you’ll sleep with me. or at least he says i know you love me, which is good enough. ) of course they sleep together. taiga’s head comes to rest upon his chest. they’re clothed. it’s weird not immediately making out with him now that all that daiki can smell is taiga. they are silent as their arms find comfortable ways to settle to sleep. daiki waits for the longest time before he speaks. he waits for breathing to even out, and grip to loosen where taiga’s hand had come to rest at his hip. and, when he does speak, it’s barely a whisper scraped through his tired, croaking throat:

“i love you, tai.”

nothing happens. taiga had been asleep. the night wears on and daiki’s mind walks through every sentence they had spoken. he falls asleep as the stars start to fade, wakes up again when taiga is getting out of bed, but doesn’t stay up. later, the smell of breakfast makes him stir ( it’s never failed before ). taiga tells him that he’s got a job at a bakery, so this bread is actually made by him. it’s perfect, but of course it is. it’s his.

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello! can you write scenario for akashi, aomine, kise, and kagami where their s/o is jealous of all the attention they're getting from other girls?

awwww. adorbs! certainly ^_^ 🖤

Jealous S/O

Akashi

It’s not a surprise that he was popular.

Akashi was smart, handsome, rich. Great at academics, and sports, and the youngest student council president in the history of Rakuzan. You didn’t believe in people being perfect, but if ever someone was going to get close it would be Akashi. He really lived up to the ‘Emperor’ nickname.

And what was an Emperor without his court.

“What’s wrong [Y/N]?” You look up from the pavement as you walked to class to see Akashi staring at you. His gaze focused, but soft & concerned. “You seem distracted.”

“Oh…it’s nothing.” You tuck your hair behind your ear. Prepared to let this go. Of course, Akashi wouldn’t let it though. He continued to stare at you until you finally broke down and told him. “It’s just them.”

The red head turned to look where you had jutted your chin towards the girls, huddled behind one of the pillars in the court yard whispering & staring, and your boyfriend let out a sigh. “Ah yes. Them.” He doesn’t seem surprised by their presence. Nor their borderline stalking. You should have guessed that he knew they were there. “I just choose to ignore them. However, if they are making you uncomfortable, I can order them to stop.”

You shook your head. You didn’t want to cause trouble. And although it was annoying, you didn’t want to break another girl’s heart over their rejected feelings. “It’s not a big deal. It’s the burden of dating the ‘Emperor’ I guess.” His lips scrunch. Though the nickname stuck over time, you know he doesn’t actually care for that title. “I just feel a little bit like one of those women in a historical K-drama. You know, like someone is waiting in the wings to knock me off so they can take my place near the emperor.” Sometimes you kind of feel like I should start checking my lunch for poison or glass.

Akashi scoffed a little. Then leaned in to kiss your cheek. “That’s never going to happen.” He assured you. “My heart belongs to only you. And, if anyone were to hurt you, I’d gouge their eyes out.”

Perhaps it’s poor form to giggle at such a threat, but you do. He really was so protective of you. You really had no reason to be jealous, because no one was going to take Akashi away from you.

You continue on your way to class. The ‘court’ suspiciously hanging back more than usual after that day.

Aomine

The street ball court was a buzz as usual whenever Aomine played.

His ‘quick game’ with the challenges on the court had turned into a full basketball brawl that had lasted for hours. One-on-one after one after another.

Not that you minded. Watching Aomine play, and seeing him happy, was always thrilling. He always looked so cool when he played; giving his all, even against weaker players. You chuckle to yourself. He really was a terrible guy to take such joy in crushing people. But then what did that say about you when you were so turned on by it?

“That dark skin guy is so hot! Do you think he’s foreign?”

You turn away from the court to a gaggle of girls, some your age, some older, watching the game as well from the side lines. Some had noticed the game and come to watch. Others had come with their own boyfriends. You frown a little as they continue to whisper and gush over your boyfriend. Getting moodier by the second.

“Yo, what’s up?” You look up from glaring at the lines on the court; just in time to see Aomine place his ball he was holding in one hand against your head. “You look pissed. Are you not having fun?”

“Not really.” You confess, batting his hand away. You weren’t having fun now. He was talking to you, but those girls still couldn’t take their eyes off them. “Can we go now?”

“What?? But things are just getting started.” He lifted his shirt up as he whined to wipe the sweat from his brow and you could practically hear the siren like squeals from those thirsty ass bitches.

“I don’t like the crowd here.”

Aomine seemed to catch on, and looked to the side to see who was annoying you. You have to assume he expected to see some guy making you uncomfortable, based on his expression, but looked surprised when he saw it was just a bunch of girls; totally playing it off like they weren’t staring at him a moment ago. “What can I say babe? I can’t help it if girls think I’m super hot and junk.” His cockiness and smirk were not attractive at the moment.

You continue to pout, but just long enough for Aomine to lean in and give you a peck on said pout. “Let me kick this guys ass and then we can go. ‘Less you wanna stick around and make ‘em jealous back. We can do gross couple stuff until they get weirded out and leave.”

You chuckle again at the offer. Appreciating the gesture he was trying to make. “Go play your game and then we can go. If we’re going to do ‘gross couple stuff’, I’d rather do it in private where we can enjoy it.”

Aomine gave you a big grin, followed by a loud, “yes ma’m!”

Of course, he slaughtered the guy in the next game. Leaving him to sulk off back to his own girlfriend; who was indeed in the pack and not looking too happy about it. You both leave after that to finish your date. Aomine proud as a peacock for the rest of the afternoon from the ego boost.

Kise

It was hard, dating a model.

You knew of Kise’s profession before you started dating, of course, but you had no idea how hard it would be on your relationship.

Girls stopped him every chance they got to ask for his autograph, or gush over his new photobook. He of course was courteous and polite. Turning on that model charm. He always thanked them for their patronage of his work and they promised to always support him. It had been bad before, but ever since his game was televised this past season, it had grown into a circus. Not only was he the beautiful blonde-haired boy they all admired, but now he was also the super-hot jock they all drooled over. You could barely go out on a proper date anymore without being accosted by some female vying for his attention.

“[Y/N]-cchi, what’s wrong? You look upset.”

“This is ridiculous!” You told him, and you weren’t just talking about his huge sunglasses & stupid hat he was wearing to try and be ‘incognito’. It wasn’t working even a little bit, so now it was just doubly stupid. “Why can’t they leave you alone for 10 minutes?!”

“They’re my fans [Y/N]-cchi. I can’t disappoint them!”

“Right. Don’t disappoint them. Why don’t you hang out with them today then?” You mutter sullenly. Prepared to leave.

Kise seemed to realize what was going on, and just how upset you were, as he reached out to grab you hand. “I don’t want to hang out with them [Y/N].” You turn back around when he said your name like a real person. Not the cute little way he did it as part of his act. “I don’t want anyone else but you. They only like me because I’m handsome and a model.” Humble too, you think to yourself. “They don’t really care about me. You do! I don’t want to lose that. Please forgive me.”

He did genuinely look hurt, and you have to believe that he meant it. You sigh. It wasn’t totally Kise’s fault. “It’s alright Ryouta.” You tell him. He seemed to perk up a little at that. “If you could maybe not lay it on so thick for them in the future, I would appreciate it.”

“Of course [Y/N]-cchi!” He cheered with a beaming smile. Already back to his normal self. “I’d do anything for you!”

It doesn’t stop of course. But Kise kept true to his word and politely asked to be left in peace. Most respected that. Some weren’t as understanding of his needs. You just appreciated that he was trying to keep them at bay. Fangirls were weird.

Kagami

After practice, you and Kagami went to Maji Burger, as per usual. And, as per usual, people were staring at your table.

Most of the time they were staring at the loud, tall teen scarfing down his body weight in hamburgers. Amazed at his own personal eating contest. However, more recently, the people staring were girls from your school who had also come here. And they were staring at Kagami only.

He was completely oblivious to it, but Kagami was actually really popular; even before Serin started wining so much. He was tall, athletic, built. He’d come from America, which was so cool for a lot of the students around here. Plus, he had this whole ‘bad boy basketball star’ vibe going. If they only knew how much of a sweet heart he really was. Actually, scratch that. If they knew that would only make it worse.

“Hey, what’s up [Y/N]? You’re not eating. Do you not like your food?”

You look up from your own, normal portion on the tray, then back down as you play with your food. “It’s just hard to eat when people are staring.”

Kagami blinked. Then looked around to see what you were talking about. “I don’t see anybody.”

“Of course you don’t….” You mutter under your breath. He never did.

“What does it matter?” He asked. “It’s not like I can stop people from looking at me. They have eyeballs. It’s a free country.”

“That’s not the point Kagami. It’s not that they’re looking at you. It’s the fact that they’re looking at you.” You’re trying to be discrete here, but subtle or discretion never really got through to Kagami. “They wanna fuck you.”

Kagami choked on his burger halfway devoured in his mouth. “Don’t say that!” He scolded you. Once he’d recovered from his near-death experience.

“Well, it’s true. Maybe that’s a bit much, but they definitely look at you that way, and it’s annoying.”

“How can you even tell?”

“Because it’s how I look at you.” You muttered under our breath again. Fidgeting with our soda straw to avoid eye contact.

Kagami heard you again though and now you were both blushing in the booth. “Well…the only one I’m interested in looking at me that way is you.” He muttered back. “The only one I’m interested in looking at that way is you.” His leg moved forward under the table to touch yours. Simple, secret, intimate.

You smile softly as you realize it was stupid to be jealous. Kagami had no guile. He was honest to a fault, which was another of his amazing qualities. He genuinely didn’t see those other girls because he was only focused on you. So let them stare. There was no way they were going to take him away from you.