#kuroko's birthday fic

[mercuriians]

say what you want

synopsis ☆ you're forced to confront your feelings for aomine when your plans go wrong at a party.

content info — angst to fluff, some hurt/comfort, fem! reader, mutual pining (reader & aomine are both idiots), little bit suggestive at the end. also, as a WARNING, this work contains references to underage drinking so if that makes you uncomfortable then please don't read this.

word count — 3.1k words.

author's note — first full knb fic i've written!! yeahhh i got carried away so oops. wasn't really sure how to end it but i hope it's alright either way. while i was writing this fic i was listening to take a chance with me and lowkey by NIKI, so if you want to feel the vibes of the story then u should listen to those songs, they're amazing i promise. hope u guys enjoy!!

"you know, ahomine, this entire thing was your fault."

you aim for your words to be sharp, accusatory, and scathing, filled with the type of poison that conveys just how irritated you felt at the moment; they’re intended to withdraw some kind—any kind, actually, since it’s aomine you’re talking to—of guilt or acknowledgement from the boy, or at the very least a sign that yes, he was the one who deserved the blame, and every ounce of it too.

however your objective falls short, and there’s a thought that irritatingly lingers at the back of your unusually sluggish mind: that, really, you weren’t exactly free from fault either. but it isn’t like you want to admit that because even the boy next to you knows the extent of your obstinacy and pride.

it’s a shame, and it’s quite ironic too, that your words are ultimately what betray your integrity. the way they come out breathless, slightly slurred, and definitely nowhere near scathing says more than enough.

earlier, you might have drunk a bit more than you were supposed to.

but to be fair, it was kise's seventeenth birthday. knowing how passionate he became whenever the subject was about parties or having fun or legitimately just having the spotlight on himself, the celebration turned out to be rather wild, to say the least. though when you had all five—technically six—members of the miracle generation gathered in the same area, as well as some of their respective teammates, the pandemonium was likely the only thing you could even anticipate. besides the heavy stench of testosterone of course.

see, your original plan was to spend the night quietly spectating the crowd. you never really liked parties, and you never really liked all the chaos that it brought. what you did like, though, was watching that same chaos unfold before your eyes. you even prepared your childhood friend to be by your side when it all went down, with his fluffy baby blue hair and his innocent, perceptive gaze never straying too far from where number two sat contentedly, playing with a rubber ball.

"how long do you think it'll take before kagami and aomine get into a brawl?" you had mused, hiding your amused grin behind your hand as you watched the two basketball players get into an argument over what the next song would be.

all the while, you hoped that kuroko didn’t see the way your eyes dipped towards the area of skin that aomine’s shirt haphazardly left exposed.

luckily he didn’t seem to notice. either that or—this was more likely—he was kind enough not to comment.

"ten minutes." kuroko had stated bluntly, answering your question. as it turns out, he wasn't far off from the mark.

so, for the first half of the party, your plan worked. you sat by the corner, languidly drinking from your cup of apple juice while you chatted with kuroko about anything that came into your mind. everything was fine, things were going well on your part, and at some point, you even sang along to the cheesy pop music that the speakers blasted.

most of all, you managed to avoid aomine.

but to put it frankly, shit hit the fan the moment the clock hit eleven. a bit surprisingly, the instigator wasn’t aomine, or takao, or even the golden birthday boy himself. no, it was sweet, exuberant momoi.

looking back on it, maybe your surprise was unreasonable. this was the same girl who could make eerily accurate predictions simply based off the statistics she collected from the court, and with you being a basketball player yourself, you knew just how scheming momoi could be when she really wanted to. that, and the fact that she happened to be another one of your childhood friends.

yeah, you probably should have realized that she was plotting something.

yet the realization never dawned on you. not when she offered you three consecutive cups of sake and claimed that “it’s to help you loosen up!”, not when she managed to pull you away from kuroko, not when she proposed the stupidly cliche spin the bottle game, and definitely not when she forced aomine to sit directly across from where you were.

after watching a few hilarious and awkward rounds, it was only inevitable for you to be the one spinning the bottle, and it was only inevitable for the damned thing to land on the one boy you were hoping to skip. and no, not because you hated him, but precisely because you simply couldn’t. it was impossible to not like aomine, even with his laziness, arrogance, perversion, and occasional playboyish tendencies. the truth was that behind every flaw of his, there were just as many positives, whether it was his obstinate loyalty or his unwavering honesty or his genuine respect for those who earned it.

so no one could blame you for the way your breath caught in your throat when aomine held your gaze and when he eventually began to make his way over. “this okay with you?” he asked nonchalantly as if this was a light, casual matter, and as if he didn’t care at all. yet, there was a slight, barely noticeable tightness in his navy gaze. had you not known him for years now, you likely wouldn’t have picked up on that small detail.

but as small as it was, really, it was anything but. and with your heart beating just a bit faster, you knew exactly why.

you nodded your head wordlessly, your lips parting, your eyes meeting his, and your message being spoken and understood through that eye contact alone. aomine leaned in, and you closed your eyes.

his lips were chapped, and his hand felt rough and calloused against your skin, but you felt a trail of fire prickling through your body anyway. quicker than you would have liked to admit, you found yourself falling deeper. you hoped, for a brief, flickering moment, that aomine felt the same. maybe, within his mind, there were thoughts of you.

swirls of past memories, like when you two would play basketball together, sweat dripping down your faces, soaking the fabric of your clothes as you focused on not letting him score; fragments of the future, like what it would be like to attend college together; and wishes for the present moment, like maybe how he wanted you to be his, just as you've wanted him to be yours since the last year of junior high.

you pulled aomine in closer, fingers digging into his collar. the logical part of your mind shrieked, voice raising in volume the longer you pressed your body against his, but you shut the thoughts out.

very, very vaguely, it occurred to you that the alcohol made your heart beat faster, made your spirit burn recklessly in a way that you hadn't known before.

for better or for worse, aomine noticed too.

and the moment you regained all sense of control, you realized that you no longer felt the weight of his body, or the warmth of his lips. bright lights flooded your vision as you opened your eyes. aomine stood a foot or two away, his shirt a bit crumpled from where you had gripped the fabric.

there was a certain kind of look on his face, but the problem was that you were unable to decipher it. this was the first time you couldn't read him.

fear settled into your bones.

had you just ruined everything between the two of you? not just the chances of ever dating him, but your friendship as well? should you have kissed him in the first place? what kind of person did he think you were now?

what had you done wrong, and why did you ever even accept those drinks from satsuki?

suddenly the room was full of too many people, and there were too many sounds and the lights were starting to blind you and damn it you couldn't even hear yourself think. in the heat of panic, you found yourself running, murmuring mindless apologies to whoever you almost crashed into.

you didn't stop until you reached kise's balcony. it was small, barely enough for three people to fit in, but the fact that you were able to taste the crisp june night air was enough.

unfortunately, it turned out that you only had a few minutes to spend alone with your thoughts. before long, the sound of the glass door sliding open disrupted the silence. you closed your eyes, praying to whatever was above that it wasn't the one person you wanted to avoid.

"wow, you really don't want to talk to me, huh?" a gruff, low voice dryly remarked. well, shit.

your eyes flew open. "i—uh, aomine," you cleared your throat hastily, "what did i.. did i say that out loud?"

"sure did," he confirmed. you heard him walking towards you before you saw him slide into the narrow space on your left. cautiously, you snuck a glance; his expression seemed to be unbothered, but knowing what happened ten minutes ago, you wouldn't risk a bet on it.

his eyes met yours. "you've been acting off," he remarked.

you refrained from rolling your eyes, like it wasn't already clear enough. "yeah, well, the sake that satsuki gave me was.. um, expired." you lied, and quite messily too. "made my stomach feel weird."

"she made me check the expiration date before her mom bought it," aomine deadpanned, and for the umpteenth time that night you wished that the floor was kind enough to swallow you whole. "and your stomach seems fine to me."

"well you wouldn't know that," you shot back, somewhat angrily. "and why did—how did satsuki even get her mom to buy alcohol in the first place?"

"her mom was the one who suggested it," aomine shrugged. despite the twinge of surprise that you felt—you weren't exactly sure if an adult was allowed to buy alcohol for seventeen-year-olds—it was quickly washed away and forgotten, overshadowed by the look that the boy suddenly gave you.

"so, are we gonna keep dodging the topic or what?"

your shoulders sagged, your arms crossing over your chest instinctively. "what is there to talk about?" you muttered.

"look, between the two of us, you're definitely the smarter one," aomine stated bluntly. "so quit actin' like you don't know what happened back there, (name)."

a heavy sigh escaped from your lips, frustration welling up within your chest all over again. you found it quite difficult to even breathe at the moment. "i don't want to do this right now," you stated. "so please just leave and we can pretend like—"

"that's the problem right there," aomine interrupts, an unprecedented twinge of emotion filling his voice. it was anger and frustration akin to yours, yes, but there was something else—something that you could reluctantly guess stemmed from a place that he'd kept hidden until now. "you keep avoiding me like i'm the damn plague or something. i didn't even do anything wrong, and if you feel like i did, then i can't do anything about it because you're not telling me shit."

and that right there brings you to the present moment, the buildup to the storm that's about to wreak havoc and tear up the land.

"you know, ahomine, this entire thing was your fault." you hiss, every ounce of your feelings pouring out without abandon. it's messy, it's unorganized, and it's raw; maybe none of it even makes sense, or maybe all of it does. you don't bother trying to wrap your head around it because there's no use in doing so.

for once, you don't think, and you let your words spill out like water from a broken faucet.

"it's your fault because you made me feel this way about you, even though you're one of the laziest, rudest, and most obnoxious people i know, not to mention that you read those perverted magazines. but you're also one of the most loyal and genuine, and i know that you would never lie. not on the court, and not outside of it, either. and that just—a-all of it frustrates and confuses me because we're polar opposites. you say whatever's on your mind, and you don't care about what people think about it. i can't do that."

you take a moment to breathe, to slow down, and to collect your scrambled train of thought. "i think that's why i don't tell you things like this. i'm probably drunk right now, but i think you want someone who's as unafraid as you are, someone who takes charge of the situation instead of being in the background. the only time i can be bold is when i play basketball. because then it's just—"

"just you, the ball, and the person in front of you," aomine finishes. surprisingly, his tone is soft, even understanding, and you look up to meet his gaze. "i know how that feels."

"it's like nothing else matters when you're on the court," you whispers, and the boy next to you nods. "all of it is simple. it's nothing like having to deal with your emotions, and having to understand them."

"you're right about that," aomine agrees. there are a few, shocking beats of silence that ensue, both of you seeming to ponder on your individual thoughts. "but, you know, the way you kissed me back there said a lot."

your face flushes pink. "yeah, i know," you mumble, turning your head away as you rest your arms against the railing. there's an uncomfortable feeling that sinks into you, just being aware that aomine knows how you've felt about him for years. you don't remember ever feeling as exposed as you do now.

"you're a good kisser," he comments somewhat offhandedly. "makes me wonder how it'll feel like to do that again in the future."

you pause.

your mouth drops open. "huh?" you stammer embarrassingly. "you can't joke about this, aomine—"

"look at me," he interrupts, softly but firmly. with hesitation swirling within your mind, you raise your head to meet his sapphire eyes. there's no trace of humor, or scorn, or sarcasm anywhere on his face, however. in fact, the seriousness exuding from his expression feels undeniably out of character.

and yet he's never looked as breathtaking as he does now.

"i hate saying this, but i think satsuki really did succeed this time." seeing the confusion on your face, aomine explains, "i tried pretending like i didn't have feelings for you either, because like you said, it feels weird. i guess ignoring them was more convenient for me, too. but, satsuki being satsuki, i guess she got bored of us being idiots and pulled this entire thing together."

"she's an orchestrator," you mutter, astonished. "wait, so, this means that you like me too—i'm not hallucinating?"

"nope, your ears are working perfectly fine." he states. "i've liked you ever since you broke my ankles and put me on my ass back at teiko."

overcome with surprise and glee—none of this feels real, still—you can't help but snort. "weren't you pissed when i did that? i mean i remember kise drooling over me, and akashi-kun giving me a compliment, but you were definitely upset." fond memories flash within your mind as you remember the sheer embarrassment and anger on a thirteen-year-old aomine's face.

"and i was, believe me," the boy chuckles. "but that was the first time a girl played against me and won. usually, they would just crowd around me and ramble about how hot i was. it was an unexpected change, but it was nice. kind of turned me on, too."

the last part almost causes you to choke on your saliva.

"such a pervert," you accuse him, a tint of pink staining your cheeks. "i don't even wanna know the thoughts that filled your head."

"i was thinking about how great of a girlfriend you'd be," aomine grins, stepping towards you. he reaches out, his hand moving to fix the strands of hair that covered your face. "and how pretty you'd look wearing my jersey."

"we can talk about that later," you swallow, looking up at him through your lashes, the party long forgotten. "right now, all you have to think about is kissing me again."

"that's easy," he retorts, his strong arms circling around your waist protectively. aomine leans down, his eyes slowly sliding shut, and his distinctive scent—cedarwood, smoke, and a hint of sweat—washes over you as his lips slot against yours.

unlike before, the kiss isn't frenzied or desperate; still, it maintains an air of passion, which both of you can clearly feel. his hands are curious, wandering and tracing areas all over your clothed body, almost as if he's trying to imprint them into his memory. they finally rest comfortably on the small of your back, with your own hands perched on his broad shoulders.

sneakily, he bites your lip, prompting a small, sharp whimper. your mouth opens invitingly, and his tongue sneaks in, swirling around your own.

when you pull away a little while later, you find yourself panting. your chest heaves with every breath, and your knees start to feel weak. "and you say i'm the good kisser," you say breathlessly, reaching up to give him one more peck.

"well i wasn't lying, was i?" he raises his brows slightly, making you giggle. "i had to stop myself from going even further."

"nobody said you had to stop," you whisper under your breath, catching him by surprise.

"trust me, i didn't want to," aomine leans down again, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. "but we're both a little drunk right now."

his words bring you a renewed sense of clarity, or at least something resembling it. he's telling the truth, really; doing anything reckless under the influence of alcohol is quite far from being a good decision. "and i thought you were supposed to be a delinquent," you tease him harmlessly.

"even delinquents use their brain sometimes, (name)," he rolls his eyes. "besides, i'm starving right now. i wanna eat some of the onigiri that kagami made, even though he gets under my skin."

"he's a really good cook," you sigh in admiration, examining aomine's expression closely, "and he's handsome, too.."

he scowls. "watch it," the boy warns, "don't say anything you're going to regret later."

"sorry, daiki," you apologize with a grin. "it's just fun to tease you."

"whatever," aomine mutters. "tomorrow, i'll get my payback."

[selmasemlan]

Birthday Slam Dunk

Summary: It's Kagami Taiga's birthday, and his Seirin teammates, along with some unexpected guests, have planned a surprise celebration for their fiery ace. Amidst the laughter, challenges, and heartfelt moments with his girlfriend Luna, Kagami learns the true value of friendship and love.

Pairing: Kagami Taiga x Reader

Author note: In honour of Kagami Taigas birthday, I give you a cute fic. Was gonna add my oc Luna, but realised that it was the wrong love interest, ooops

Warning: cutie patootie

Word count: 820

Birthday Slam Dunk

The sun was just beginning to rise over Tokyo, casting a warm glow over the city. Inside Seirin High School's gymnasium, a buzz of excitement filled the air. Today was a special day—Kagami Taiga's birthday—and his teammates had planned a surprise celebration to show their appreciation for their star player.

Kuroko Tetsuya, invisible as ever, was the mastermind behind the plan. He'd enlisted the help of the entire team and a few special guests from rival schools to ensure that this birthday would be one Kagami would never forget.

As Kagami walked to school, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was up. The usually bustling streets seemed quieter than usual, and there was a strange sense of anticipation in the air. When he reached the gym, he was greeted by the sight of a darkened room.

"Hello? Anyone here?" Kagami called out, his voice echoing in the empty space.

Suddenly, the lights flicked on, and the entire Seirin team, along with Kise, Midorima, Aomine, Murasakibara, Akashi, and his girlfriend Luna, jumped out from behind the bleachers.

"Surprise!" they shouted in unison.

Kagami's eyes widened in shock. "What the—?!"

Hyuuga Junpei stepped forward, a grin on his face. "Happy birthday, Kagami! We wanted to do something special for you."

Kagami's initial shock gave way to a wide smile. "You guys... This is awesome!"

Riko Aida, the team's coach, handed Kagami a basketball-themed cake, complete with miniature figurines of each team member. "We figured a basketball cake would be perfect for our ace," she said with a wink.

As Kagami blew out the candles, his teammates cheered and clapped. The gym was soon filled with laughter and chatter as everyone dug into the cake and exchanged stories about their favourite moments with Kagami.

Y/N, who had been waiting patiently for the right moment, approached Kagami with a small, neatly wrapped gift. "Happy birthday, Taiga," she said softly, her cheeks flushed.

Kagami took the gift, his heart swelling with affection. "Thanks, Y/N. You being here is the best present I could ask for."

He unwrapped the gift to find a sleek, custom-made basketball jersey with his name and number on it, along with a heartfelt note from Y/N. He looked up at her, eyes shining. "This is amazing. I love it."

Y/N smiled, her eyes twinkling with happiness. "I'm glad you like it. I thought it would be perfect for our next game."

After the cake, it was time for some friendly competition. Kise, always up for a challenge, suggested a three-point contest. "Let's see if the birthday boy can beat me!"

Kagami smirked. "You're on, Kise!"

The contest was fierce, with Kise and Kagami going head-to-head in a display of impressive shooting skills. In the end, Kagami emerged victorious, much to the delight of his teammates.

"Looks like you've still got it, Kagami," Aomine said, clapping him on the back.

As the celebration continued, Kagami took a moment to step back and look around at his friends and his girlfriend. Despite their differences and rivalries, they had all come together to make his day special. It was a reminder of how far they'd all come and how much they meant to each other.

Kuroko approached him, a small smile on his face. "Happy birthday, Kagami-kun. We're all here because we care about you."

Kagami felt a lump in his throat. "Thanks, Kuroko. This really means a lot."

As the sun set and the celebration wound down, Kagami and Y/N found themselves alone in the gym. They sat on the bleachers, holding hands and enjoying the quiet moment together.

"Today was really special," Kagami said, his voice soft. "And having you here made it even better."

Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly. "I'm glad. You deserve all the happiness in the world, Taiga."

Kagami turned to look at her, his eyes full of love. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm grateful every day."

They shared a tender kiss, the gym now silent except for the sound of their hearts beating in unison. As they snuggled together, Kagami knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he had the support and love of his friends and the girl who meant everything to him.

"Alright, everyone!" Kagami called out in his mind, raising his fist in the air. "Let's keep pushing forward and give it our all! Together, we can achieve anything!"

The gym erupted in cheers in his imagination, and Kagami knew that with friends and a love like Y/N by his side, there was nothing he couldn't achieve.

[japeneselunchtimerush]

Akashi for the ship tier list please, because i'm very predictable

I knew I could count on you to give me want I want(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Ok Im not going to give a long explanation about each ship. But I totally am going to give an explanation about most of them.

Senpai♡♡♡: My top 1(they share a position) ships with Akashi, his first captain(and love) and his shadow. I could go on a rant about why they both make such good pairs but then this post would exceed 100,000 words. Ill just conclude by saying that they are top tier(literally)

SS+: MidoAka & TakaAka(they are a package deal) are absolutely adorable. I live both of them Individually but I prefer TakaAka along witb Mido(because MidoTakaAka is superior)

MibuAka: Ive already explained my thoughts on these two about a 100 times so ill just summarize. Both of them love each other so much it doesnt even matter whether its romantic or platonic. Reo just cares about Akashi so much and Akashi views Reo as someone so special to him its just a very good ship.

NashAka: Nash has a crush on Akashi. Enough said.

AoAka: Also have spoken about them quite a bit. Their friendship is so sweet and they have so much trust and faith in each other. They think so highly of eachother. Plus that dialogue in the kuroko's birthday ova was very cute.

KiAka: Very cute and fluffy pairing. Akashi saw Kise's potential from the beginning and encourage him to grow. Kise would definitely include akashi in a bunch of them and make him happy.

SS: This post is getting very long and I want to talk more about the other tiers so ill just include all of them here. All of these ships are very cute and Akashi would benefit a lot from these relationships. The friendships alone are great and the characters themselves are some of Akashi's greatest friends. Riko and Akashi would be a spectacular duo and im not elaborating any further.

I read one fic about these and I see the vision: I read a HanaAka fic(Beyond the waiting room and its sequel by sweet rosei) and I absolutely adored it. It does not only have the ship but it also talks about akashi's mental health, the selectivism about violence and Hanamiya's violence as well. Overall great fic 10/10 would recommend. Im definitely more open to this ship because of it.

OgiAka is a very special ship. I imagine that after the winter cup the GoM apologise to Ogiwara for the 111-11 match and afterwards Ogiwara asks akashi whether he likes basketball and this time Akashi says yes and I think it would be a very cute moment between the two.

Brothers: I know that AkaAka is a ship(pretty weird if you ask me) but I really cant see them as anything other than brothers. They love and care for each other more than anything. Bokushi was created to protect Oreshi and would do anything for him. One of my favorite things about them is thr character song "Return" when Akashi says " Now along with my other self" or something along those lines and its just so sweet that Oreshi is bringing his little brother with him on his healing journey.

Polyam: NijiHaiAka and MuraHimuAka that is all

Respect it but no thanks: Ive already explained my thoughts on AkaFuri before. All I will say is that I prefer their friendship more than their romantic relationship. Mostly because the fandom ruined it for me.

Soulbonded: Akashi and Kuroko's relationship cannot be justified with a word as simple as romance. Their bond is so deep it goes deeper than the mariana trench.

This still ended up being long as hell. Oh well

[knbposting]

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hello i'm robyn, and this is (obviously) a knb sideblog attached to @robynrileyart ♥ i'm (again, obviously) an artist and a writer and i've been making knb fanworks for over a decade now hehehe

here's my knb art tag!!!! in there you'll find mostly kagami because he's my little darling, and also aokaga because they're fucking stupid idiots and i hate them

(new) aokaga fics masterlist:

FINDING LOVE ON A THURSDAY. - set before the winter cup. pre-established unrequited pining. kagami helps momoi track down touou's elusive ace and discovers that perhaps they're more alike than he thought.

GROWING PAINS. - set after the winter cup but before vorpal swords. pre-established "unrequited" pining. it's a slow burn baby! kagami is having a very bad time on his mother's birthday, helped in no way by his dad calling him late at night. he bumps into aomine who "reluctantly" offers a helping hand.

APRIL SHOWERS. - set after the winter cup but before vorpal swords. pre-established. kagami and aomine get caught out in the rain during a one-on-one and head back to kagami's place to dry off. aomine continues to severely annoy him, and kagami really doesn't know why he puts up with him, but they end up having a really nice day. it's chill. aomine is... chill.

APRIL SHOWERS. (AOMINE POV) - have you ever wondered what aomine's thinking when he's glaring at kagami? have you ever wondered if he was, in fact, still annoyed that kagami tripped them up? have you ever thought: hey, what the fuck is aomine's problem? why can't he be normal? well, have i got a good fic for you

THE LONG WAY HOME. - kagami is injured and sad about it when aomine asks him out. what is it he could possibly want, they can't even play basketball today?! kagami gets himself hurt even worse and has to rely on aomine in order to get home (which is inconvenient because kagami has a crush on the guy and wants to appear as cool as possible to him at all times.)

HAND HOLDING COMPETITIONS. - kagami, aomine, kuroko, kise, and momoi are hanging out at maji's having crossed paths unexpectedly one night. aomine hasn't hung out with all of them together in a while but since when are kise and kagami such close friends? why are they getting along so well? it's so disgusting because kise is so ugly and stupid like... what does kagami even see in him? (read: this is in aomine pov and he gets BITCHY when he's jealous.)

SACRED COURAGE. - aomine is out of sorts during their one-on-one, and kagami is getting sick the fuck of it!!!!!! he confronts aomine, little did he realise that everything would be changing. yes, this is what you think it is. ohhhh my god.

[wannabe-cartoonist-blog]

I’m so close to finishing the knb/kagakuro shapeshifter fic prologue in time for Kuroko’s birthday….someone kick my ass to do it

[eunoiaaaivy]

hey there! i just saw your wishlist blog and i hope i'm still in time! since it's akashi seijuro's birthday soon, i was thinking about a scenario where Akashi's s/o + GoM + Momoi celebrate his birthday?

Hi love! No you aren't late at all! In fact you're second in line! You're just in time and I hope this fic was to your liking! Thank you for this request! ❤️

- ♡︎ Happy birthday, my love.

-send me a wishlist

-cw: fluff! alcohol consumption, a bit of angst (i'm so sorry.) , post-timeskip! Akashi's like 27 here, not-proofread.

akashi seijuro x reader

-a/n: i'm kind of having a block right now so i hope this was to your liking! thanks for the request love, akashi surely is a sweet heart!

What a special day it was today for it was your beloved's birthday. Akashi was sleeping soundly beside you while you were awake. His beautiful skin looked ethereal, his handsome face still glowed even though there was no sun yet, it was just early morning after all.

Akashi seemed tired enough yesterday when he came home from work, he probably forgot that it was his birthday today seemingly because Akashi never forgets his birthday. He probably had loads of workloads since it was the closing for Christmas.

As you looked at him, he really seemed tired. Akashi was a light sleeper, it was no secret to you but on tough days like yesterday, he sleeps peacefully like a child.

This sight was something you could use to be seeing everyday. Your husband, really was handsome. Although, you wanted to admire more of him, you remembered why you woke up this early. So you slipped out of bed carefully, trying not to wake him up and succeeded. You peeked below at the window and you could see the generation of miracles and Momoi together.

They seemed tired. You were guilty but you wanted to throw something special for your beloved. You chuckled seeing their expressions. It would be quite embarrassing if you told them their expressions on their faces but it was quite understandable. Who in the right mind would even be up this early? Probably grandma's and grandpa's.

Aomine, had his usual annoyed expression, he was wearing clothes that were exactly for Christmas, the padded and layered coat navy coat looked rather ravishing on him, a beanie on top of his head, Kise had no smiles, seeminglessly tired from the flight he had awhile ago but no pilot uniform was to be seen, he was wearing this beautiful white, fluffy coat, along with some red scarf and a beanie, his hands on his pockets. Murasikabara was chewing on some pancake, probably from McDonald's, he seemed so tired and bored at the same time, he was wearing some big dark purple jacket, a scarf around his neck and ear muffs on, endlessly chewing on his yummy pancakes. Midorima, looks the most tired of them all. Well, he just got off his shift from the hospital and had like 5 hours of sleep. He was wearing this big, beige-creamy, colored fluffy jacket, along with ear muffs and a beanie, his hands covered with gloves and his neck being adorned with this green scarf. He really was prepared for the cold outside. You looked at awe at Momoi, she looked beautiful even when tired, she was wearing this pink, fluffy jack, adorned with furs on the neckline, wearing some boots for winter and a scarf doubled around her neck, puffing and trying not to sleep. She looked so comfortable and cute! Kuroko, had his usual neutral face, as if he wasn't trembling in the cold. He had this light blue padded jacket that complimented along with his hair ear muffs on the side, a scarf around his neck and hands with gloves.

Really, you would've laughed loudly if it weren't for you trying to not wake up your husband. They looked like they were freezing so you quietly went down, which was another success.

As you proceeded to go down the stair with caution, you opened the door and behold you were greeted with the sight of tired faces.

"[name]-chan!!" Momoi's face lit up the moment you showed up hugging and rushing to you.

"hello momoi, good morning to you too." You just chuckled and greeted her back with a good morning and returned the hug.

"what's up [name]! Haven't seen you in a while!" Aomine greeted you with a small side hug.

"I was rather busy for awhile. Everything in the business industry is so tiring nowadays." You replied back, returning the side hug.

"[name]-chi!! Give me a hug too! I missed you very much!" Kise practically squealed, pushing away Aomine and hugging you tight.

"nice to see you too kise, I and Akashi had missed you guys too." You laughed in response, seemingly muffled as you returned the hug.

"hey [name]-chin, I brought this for you from the shop." Murasikabara greeted you as he handed you a box full of pretty macaroons.

"why thank you Murasikabara-kun! These are lovely." You thanked him, giving him a small hug which he returned back. As you looked to the side you saw Midorima. He nodded at you and fixed his glasses using his left hand.

"good morning [name]-san. A pleasant morning to you too." Kuroko said nonchantly as you just hugged him in response.

"good morning [name], a pleasure to meet you again but I just hoped it wasn't this early." He grunted in response earning a chuckle from you.

"my, I'm really sorry to all of you. But Akashi is a cunning one so I have no other methods to surprise him, he probably forgot his birthday." You explained back as your other hand connected to your left elbow.

"it's okay [name]-chan! We understand!" Momoi replied back as if she wasn't looking tired awhile ago.

"yeah! It's okay, don't think too much about it [name]-chi!" Kise added.

"well, thank you for your understanding. Shall we get started?" You asked back and they only nodded their heads as they followed you to the massive kitchen.

And so you guys started. You and Momoi started baking a cake together. It was a three layered cake filled with simplicity and effort, he's one to truly adore this. Murasikabara, Kuroko, and Kise designed the place, filled with balloons and a "happy birthday!" sign. There was also gold balloons having the number 27 on it, displaying the age of your beloved. Midorima and Aomine went to the groceries to buy drinks and a few snacks. They also went to the restaurants you asked for a small catering service for this special day.

And finally the hard work was done. Akashi was just about to wake up in no time. Everything was perfect. The cake was simple yet elegant enough for him, the designs were a bit extravagant for this small party you threw for him but he has lived for 27 years and deserved this. The food that was picked was perfect, it smelled delicious.

As you guys were adding final touches, Akashi woke up without you by his side. His eyes searched for your figure only to find none. He had slept in. It wasn't right to sleep in but he was tired from yesterday. It was nearing lunch already and now did he only noticed that he over slept for almost a few hours.

So he got up and went down to find you, unbeknownst to him, a surprise was waiting for him.

Hearing the creek of the door from your shared bedroom you told everyone to get ready, closing the lights and already in their positions. As Akashi neared the kitchen, he noticed it was dim and dark so he opened the lights and was he surprised when the generation of miracles along with Momoi and you jumped out and popped a confetti bomb.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKASHI/SEIJURO" were the greetings he heard, his heart warmed from the sight. Almost everyone who's important to him was here. The generation of miracles, Momoi and finally you. His one and only beloved wife.

He had to admit he was surprised. He truly forgot his birthday. He felt quite special on this special day, for his loved ones were together. Here, in his house, on his birthday.

Ever since his mother died he never really celebrated his birthday anymore. It never felt special anymore, until he met you. Those years when you guys were together, you were always the one preparing his birthdays. You're the one who made him feel special. Who made him feel loved. And he loved you too.

As you made your way to him, his smile was a contented one. You whispered a small happy birthday to him and hugged him, he chuckled at this and kissed you. Earning groans and ews from the others which you guys laughed at.

"thank you guys for this, I am truly grateful." He said as he blew the candles, making his wish.

"yeah! yeah! time for beer!" Aomine replied back, excited to pop the beer cap open and everyone just laughed at this again.

"please don't influence them in to drinking too much." Midorima stated, as he too, grabbed a plate and ate.

You and Akashi just laughed at scene in front of you. Everyone was hogging the food and Aomine was having fun with his beer. You're still in his arms, content with the warmth he gave off.

"happy birthday my love, more birthdays to come to you. I love you." You whispered in his ear as everyone was busy eating in the background while you were still in his grasp.

"thank you love, I truly loved this surprise. I love you too darling." He chuckled and replied too, kissing the crown of you head.

"shall we eat too?" You asked him.

"sure my love, if that's what you want let's eat. The food looks rather delicious." He replied back as you dragged him to where the food was, chuckling again along the way as you fed him the food you guys bought. He loved the smile on his face and you loved his too. For he was contented with you guys. Contented with your love and efforts.

And as you mischievously added frosting to his nose everyone laughed, he really was contented with this. Everyone was laughing, a huge smile on your face, Aomine drinking beer, Momoi loving the cake, Kuroko eating fried rice, Midorima casually eating with grace as he applied his etiquette lessons. Kise drinking coke as if his swagness was second nature and Murasikabara having hoards of food on his plate.

It really was a special day.

@eunoiaaaivy

[smilingangel582]

Heywood my friend found my tickle blog... hehe and she wanted me to write one for kuroko no basket.

I'm guessing I forgot there's another good anime I could totally go all out. Neeehehehe

Anyway, enjoy this fic... takes place after the whole series and his birthday episode.

Warning spoilers alert!!

Phantom tickles~

The generation of miracles decided to hang out again after Kuroko's birthday. Akashi Seichiro has an appointment so he was absent, then Midorima Shintaro rambled about the unlucky cancer situation from fate and also the fact he saw multiple black cats and cawing crows.

Only Murasakibara Atsushi (who claimed to have been, by chance, in Tokyo), Aomime Daiki, Kise Ryota, and Kuroko Tetsuya both huddled in a group discussing nothing but basketball. Many admired the amazing passes of Kuroko, and unsuccessfully, Kise would fumble the ball with that insane speed.

"Ne Kurokochi! (-ichi is a nickname he adds to the people he respects), you really don't look it but your cool"

Kuroko stared blankly but politely bowed. "Am I, thank you"

Aomine chuckled proudly, now spinning the ball. "I know, the kid is nothing like us"

"Like us you, you mean Kurokochin (this guy uses -chin to their names, no idea if its for affection or not) is small," Murasakibara murmured with his drawing voice as he scored after Aomine.

"Oi, have a bit of sensitivity" Kise snapped as he leaned on Kuroko but was startled to see he was gone from the original position and ended up stumbling down on his fours.

"Kukokochi?? Where did you...?"

"I'm here"

The faint sound almost made Aomine shriek as it came from his other side, and Kise seemed to have forgotten his plight as he burst into laughter. "Ahaha hahaha jeez, you scream like a girl Aominechchi"

The invisibility trick was something he purposely intended to use against his friends. He bit back a giggle escaping from his lips.

Seeing this, Kise and Aomine's temporary playful dispute shifted to mischievous grins of joining forces. The time they agree on something is the time one must be wary of these tricksters.

Murasakibara, on the other hand, was difficult to form an alliance in basketball but was fun and cool to be with at other times. Seeing the interesting looks, he felt like joining them as well, dropping the ball back to the hoop with, the ball definitely felt rejection at that moment.

"Oya~ Kise, do you hear a giggle just now?" Aomine started with a playful purr in his voice. This tone startled Kuroko as he knew he was in trouble.

Kise played along "Ahh right? I thought I heard something too, but what's this... a ghost is standing beside us. Did you see that Murasakibarachchi?"

Kurko sensed the tall purple haired guy motioning with a nod. They all had their eyes on him, though they spoke as if he wasn't there. Kuroko, being oblivious to the threat, remained silent but kept his smile gently stretched at their taunting.

"I feel someone standing here"

Kuroko didn't see it coming. Aomine was just next to him, but as if he was using misdirection against him, he was behind him and two prods reached his sides.

He squeaked in shock, now covering his sides with wide puppy blue eyes. Kise snickered before playing his role, too. "Aominechi? Did you sqeak?"

They were good actors, that's what Kuroko could think before feeling repetitive pokes to his ribs by the blond he squirmed away with more giggles now speaking at last "Alrihight that's enohough Kise-kun"

Pretending to raise his voice in shock both the guys moved into to torment his sides mercilessly "There's a giggling little ghost right next to us... the phantom!"

Murasakibara didn't tease but watched temptingly as he waited for his turn. Yet he was more swift than Kuroko had anticipated. The guy was behind him and blocked his routes of escapism, then he consecutively wiggled his finger at his ear and neck making more giggles spill from the smaller guy.

"Guhuhuys... thihihis nohohot fahahahair!"

"Oh, the tiny ghost speaknof injustice?" Aomine chuckled, entirely motivated to wreck his left side and ribs."Who was it that used his lack of presence unfairly?"

"SOhohoorry? I cohohouldnt hehehelp it" his adorably leaned back on the squishy large Murasakibara who couldn't help feating on his laughter. He could handle Kuroko's sweet laughter over sweets for sure.

"Aww, that's cute," Kise grinned before wiggling his fingers teasingly, "But for ghosts like you phantom tickles are a remedy"

His laughter increased in volume and he slide on the court curling against the big buy Murasakibara who stopped his assault mercifully. The two monsters that should never joined forces ended destroying Kuroko.

"AHAHAHA PLEHEHEHASE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

His stomach was specifically weak, Aomine looked like villain as he did the opposite. Kise seemed more motivated to get Kuroko. They haven't even realised how time flew as they decides to release his torment.

His teary blue eyes and flushed face made them want to ruffle his hair.

"Testu, you OK?" The dark blue haired guy asked when he gave a mild poke to make him move, but he flinched with a giggle."Mehehean... but I ahaham"

"Your lack of presence is to blame" kise fist bumped his shoulder and noticed Kuroko giving a bright smile "Yeah, but..."

Looking up at the crimson twilight drawing in, he said, "Let's do this again with Akashi-kun and Midorima-kun"

Kise playfully glared "You mean tickle you to bits?"

Blushing, he crawled away before another attack to could commence "No I mean hanging out"

Aomine pulled him under his arm which Kuroko almost tried to escaping, worried about beign tickled but now following his eyes, even the tall guy was staring at the sky with him, "Of course, idiot"

Murasakibara wordlessly joined their huddle and Kise jumped in only to which Aomine reacted by pushing his face ans arguing.

The shove and push continued along with Kuroko's genuine laughter as he watched them only to see Murasakibara worsening the situation by complaining of his undying hunger.

The phantom sixth man was glad to relive his middle school time again.

[chaotic-nick]

The Kuroko no basket Masterlist

Notes:

•these are the fics I have for this fandom for now.

•Characters are written in an aged up au/ the fics are set in actor-athlete au. All of these are x readers.

•will start posting these on September

•fic suggestions are open

• ' I feel more like me!': Hyuga Junpei

Out of all the slow days in his father's barbershop, Junpei never expected an old classmate to walk in his store begging him to chop her hair off.

• 'The camera [never] eats first': Aomine Daiki

One of Japan's greatest athlete Aomine Daiki is far from having any discipline outside the court. Especially when it comes to food.

Food is meant to be enjoyed.

au where reader is an actress.

• 'The way I want to': Takao Kazunari

Where Child Actor turned athlete Takao Kazunari disappears on 21st birthday, found partying with local college students.

• 'Gone Wild?': Kagami Taiga

Where nation's favourite actress is seen getting in the nation's favourite basketball player.

Long fic:

• Look at me: Aomine Daiki x reader x Kagami Taiga

Police Officer! Aomine Daiki and Basketball player Kagami Taiga

There's not much to save in an already failing marriage.

[italeean]

The afterparty

After his birthday party, Kuroko sleeps at Kagami's place, however there's an uninvited guest who makes things a little... animated

A/N: Surprise surprise!! A fic coming out during my break time?! 🙀 Well... my break is NOT over yet, this is something I started working on a couple of months ago for a very special someone's birthday. Yes, @wertzunge I'm talking about you 💙 I hope you enjoy the gift that @mai-mei (who contributed with this amazing artwork) and I have prepared!! Buon compleanno 💚🤍❤️ (Happy birthday)

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

"Kuroko! Otanjoubi omedetou!!" Everyone yelled cheerfully while Kuroko smiled widely at them. That birthday couldn't have been better, a big party with his friends from both middle and high school, but alas, the fun had to end.

It was pretty late when the guys left Kagami's place, not before cleaning up a little, and now there were only three people in the house.

"Kuroko, does he have to stay as well?" Kagami asked pointing at Tetsuya 2, not bothering to hide his annoyance. He had started to warm up to the little puppy, but having him inside his home was an entirely different story.

"Yes, it's my turn to keep him today and it's too hot to make him stay outside." Kuroko replied calmly, ignoring his friend's annoyed tone. The redhead, on the other hand, was still glaring at the furball, following his every move to prevent him to lay his paws (or worse, his teeth) on his precious basket magazines.

He wasn't really happy about the situation, but it wasn't so bad after all. Plus, it was Kuroko's birthday so he decided to let it happen as a birthday wish. All he had to do was put his magazines on a higher shelf and the risk of them getting ruined would be nullified.

He did exactly that, and joined Kuroko in the kitchen to grab a glass of water. "Nice party, huh?" He asked to the blue-haired boy, watching him nod eagerly. Obviously he shared that opinion. Thanks to everyone's contribution, the evening had been splendid and the house was left clean. The only thing left to do was throw away the plastic cutlery, plates and glasses and put the bottles of water and juice in the fridge.

It wasn't midnight yet, and some noises could still be heard from outside, but the atmosphere was extremely peaceful and relaxed. Kagami couldn't wait to finish cleaning up and settle on the couch with his friend. Hopefully they'd find a good basket match to watch together before bed.

He went to the living room to finish tidying up, and he wished he'd stayed in the kitchen, because as soon as he entered the room, he witnessed to the disaster.

A sliding noise could be heard, and the one of things falling to the ground right after. Tetsuya 2 had decided to pull the tablecloth, and it resulted in everything falling down. Luckily, there wasn't anything made of glass so nothing broke, but a bottle of water and one of juice didn't have their cap on, so all their content was spilled on the ground.

"WHAT THE- WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!!" Kagami roared in a sudden fit of anger, "Look what he's done!" He scoffed to Kuroko, who had rushed to the living room after hearing that noise.

After cleaning up everything, the ace looked less mad, but he still glaring daggers at the culprit, who was curled up on the birthday boy's lap on the couch enjoying some affectionate cuddles.

"He's feeling guilty, you know?" The blue-eyed teen asked without taking his eyes off of the puppy. "Yeah... he looks so sorry..." the taller guy commented sarcastically. "Can't you just forgive him?" Kuroko asked him while lifting up the little companion, who was displaying his best pleading puppy eyes.

The redhead glanced at the clock, it was still 15 minutes until midnight, then he looked at his two friends with an evil expression and cracked his knuckles. "Oh sure, I can forgive him, but someone still has to pay for it." He declared while getting closer to the couch.

As if he had understood what was going to happen, Tetsuya 2 jumped off Kuroko's lap, which made it much easier for the ace to drag his friend to the ground. He straddled him without pinning down his hands, he knew he was stronger and didn't need to do that.

"I'm sure that tomorrow we'll get a good laugh out of that mess, but for today the only one to laugh is gonna be you!!" Kagami chuckled while his hands found the hollow of Kuroko's arms.

"Kagahahami nohohoho..! I-i didn't dohoho anything ehehehe" the birthday boy immediately dissolved himself into a puddle of giggles, knowing it would be counterproductive to keep his laughter in. It would've only riled Kagami up more.

"I know you didn't, but you're responsible for whatever that thing does here, so you'll be the one to pay." The redhead stated while his fingers wormed their way down towards the shorter guy' ribs and sides, "But since it's your birthday, I'll let you off with a little punishment, so don't worry too much. It will only tickle a little."

As Kagami's hands went lower, Kuroko's laughter became louder. It was really rare for him to let out his belly laughter, and the ace was in love with that sound... although he'd never say that out loud. "Thihihis ihis stihihihill nahahat fahahai- EEK!" The blue-eyed guy's complaint got interrupted by his own squeak, caused by the very own little one who had caused the mess he was paying for.

Tetsuya 2 had decided to join the party, so he approached the shorter guy and licked his ears, neck and face, making him squeal and scrunch his shoulders in a futile attempt to protect at least the neck and the ears.

"See? He agrees with me so it's decided. I'll tickle you for the whole duration of your birthday." The ace proclaimed his sentence, which actually consisted of another five minutes of tickles, since the midnight was close.

Kuroko would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it, it reminded him of the times at Teiko and of all the goofy memories he'd made at Serin, especially with Teppei whenever the senpai thought everyone needed a little cheer-up treatment. However, he was pretty close to the limit and didn't know how much more he'd last.

As if he'd read his thoughts, Kagami said "There's only one minute left, ready for the grand finale?" The blue-eyed boy knew what he was talking about and got ready for it as he felt his friend shifting closer to his feet.

Without even the slightest warning, he skittered his fingers all over Kuroko's poor soles, from the heels to the toes, without even bothering to take off his socks. Luckily for him, his friend's feet were just that sensitive.

"EEHEHEHP KAHAHAGAHAMIEHEH WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!!" The poor birthday boy yelled, going crazy from the tickly feeling. "Come on, it's just a minute... don't tell me you can't handle it..." the ace teased, knowing very well how unbearable it was. The little puppy was still contributing with his playful licks and barking happily at the cheerful scene in front of him.

For Kuroko, that minute seemed to last forever until it eventually came to an end. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1... happy birthday!" The taller guy exclaimed as the last second of his friend's birthday ticked away.

After some breathing and a much needed glass of water, the three of them settled on the couch and were lucky enough to find an NBA match on tv. The game was really catching and the two friends were really satisfied, but when the interviews to the players began, Kagami felt a soft snoring sound and a weight dropping on his shoulder.

He slowly turned around to see the blue-haired boy asleep with his head on his shoulder. He chuckled, imagining how tired he could've been after the party and the "after-party".

Kuroko, on the other hand, smiled as he softly drifted off to dreamland with the puppy cuddled up close to him.

His birthday couldn't have ended better.

[aranarumei]

For the wip ask game, adoration nation if you haven't done it already?

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i have not done this one already! and i am delighted to answer this one. i happen to be a very big fan of a certain sports manga called kuroko no basket. the many, many character dynamics compel me! so adoration nation is actually about two characters in specific, momoi and kagami. i rewatched kuroko no basket a few years ago with a friend of mine, and when watching the OVA at the end of the show, i noticed that both momoi and kagami take great care to properly celebrate kuroko's birthday! momoi canonically states that kuroko is her first love, and kagami is like... one of kuroko's best friends at this point. and i personally like their relationship a lot and think it is quite romantic. hence my title of "adoration nation"--I think momoi and kagami are really deeply caring in some of the same ways, and I think it would be cool to have them connect about it!

so this fic basically takes place through momoi's point of view, and it's about her basically getting over this unrequited first love as well as realizing Things about kuroko and kagami's relationship. and really it is a way to celebrate the many many many different dynamics or romance and friendship that i like in kuroko no basket!

After an awkward moment, Momoi asked, “Do you want… any help with that?”  “Oh, it’s fine,” Kagami said. “You’re a guest. But thanks for asking. Literally no one else is that polite.”  Momoi laughed. “Well, I suppose they are your team.”  Kagami rolled his eyes. “Yeah, unfortunately,” he said. “At least I’m not stuck with Takao. Don’t get me wrong, Midorima’s annoying, but I think he’s not incorrect when he says Takao was sent from hell to kill him. If I had someone calling me ‘Taiga-chan!’ on my team, I wouldn’t make them cart me around Tokyo on a rickshaw, but I would… do something.” His voice got strangely high when saying Taiga-chan, which gave Momoi pause until she realized it was his best attempt at an impression of Takao.  She laughed. “Takao’s a very interesting person. He was the one that got Midorin to come play streetball with us, though—so whatever he’s doing, it’s clearly working for him.”  “Crazy that it does,” Kagami said, and when Momoi hadn’t moved away even though their conversation had run dry, looked at her quizzically.

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Longest Tag: 135 characters

#i just read a fuckin fic that reader was supposed to be like. a lot shorter than sakusa. i know several girls who are at least 5’9 like

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

How They Kiss (KnB ver.)

Fandom: Kuroko's Basketball

Character: Kise Ryouta, Kuroko Tetsuya, Kagami Taiga, Murasakibara Atsushi

Warnings: borderline suggestive but mostly fluffy bs. not proofread or edited at ALL. written at 1am excuse the grammar

Notes: gonna make another one of these w my boys but i gotta make the bestie (ew i hate that i said that like they are i just hate the word) & the no homo s/o happy first <33 @rqkuya thanks for the inspo on the kuroko one and @ruujiko come get ur man he's a giant teddy bear

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316 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#4

5 Moments Kagami Taiga Realized How Much He Liked You, and the One He Finally Did Something About It

Fandom: Kuroko’s Basketball

Character: Kagami Taiga

Warnings: cursing, several food mentions, it’s assumed that reader isn’t a basketball player but knows a little, minor injury mentioned, plz dont listen to the fic ur not actually supposed to use hydrogen peroxide on cuts but i didnt know that till i googled it after i read this just use cool water to clean it,

Notes: wrote the ending when i was sick so its shitty however this is officially the longest fic I've written and posted on here. beat the last one by like 20 words or something. congrats to me

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#3

hi, can i please request the sk8 boys reactions to a reader who can skate (doing tricks and all) wearing stilettos? take your time and take care!!

sk8 boys reacting to you skating in heels

Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity

Characters: Kaoru “Cherry Blossom” Sakurayashiki, Miya Chinen, Reki Kyan

Warnings: MIYAS IS PLATONIC ONLY. that was my biggest concern writing him. however the other two can be taken as platonic or romantic, dealer’s choice. reader’s age isn’t implied either so you could be a friend/older sibling/partner/whatever you like!

Notes: hi! so sk8 boys was vague so I did some favs + some people who deserve more recognition on my blog lol. i could do a pt 2 if anyone is interested?? It would be Langa & Joe and maybe shadow hmm

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365 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

hihi!! i saw your event and i love the theme jdbsjs <33 also happy (early?) birthday to both you and koi!!

can i request a 4 star pull for genshin impact? the trope would be they forgot your birthday (hurt/comfort pls) ☺️☺️ with xiao, diluc, and gorou?

thank you so much!! if i didn’t request correctly pls feel free to dm me :,)

when they forget your birthday...

etc: established relationship, modern au![character] x gn!reader, gn pronouns used (they/them/mx.), food mentions (not descriptive), probably very ooc i'm sorry

notes: the favoritism is real in this one :,)

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My #1 post of 2022

Detention

Fandom: Stranger Things

Character: Eddie Munson

Warnings: suggestive content, lots of kissing

Notes: before anyone gets too excited im not writng for everyone just this guy. feel free to send requests for him tho im in love with this bastard man <3 anyway what even is this help me /hj

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“(Y/N)...psst, hey, (Y/N).”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean you're the reason we’re stuck here in the first place! So no!” 

“Hey, ain’t my fault Holak’s a pain in everyone’s ass and doesn’t like it when I kiss my favorite person in the hallway.”

“We were not kissing you were making out with me under the stairs, Munson. And now I have detention and it's your fault.”

Eddie Munson, king freak of Hawkins High, dungeon master and ring leader of Hellfire Club, and worst of all your boyfriend flashed his incredibly irritating and adorable smile at you—you looked away to not fall for it, going back to your homework. 

He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “you weren’t complaining about it before she found us, were you?”

You could just smack him. 

Instead, you decided to tune him out and continue your work. May as well do something productive here, right?

You didn’t look up when the teacher mentioned something about having a meeting to go to and expecting you to behave yourselves, nor did you look up when he left. You, unfortunately, looked up when Eddie took your pencil out of your hand and sat on the desk in front of you. 

“Hey! That’s mine!”

“Come get it, sweetheart.”

There’s that cocky smirk you hate so much from him. 

You stood from your seat, as did he. He held the pencil above and behind his head, so you lunged forward for it. With a bit of laugh, he dropped the pencil and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in tight. Your hand you reached for the pencil with landed on his shoulder in defeat. 

“You’re a prick,” you complained, although you made no effort to pull away. 

“Mhm, yeah, and you hate me so much. Shut up and kiss me already.”

He silenced anything else you planned on saying with a needy kiss. Almost immediately you melted, using your other hand to run through his hair. When you tugged gently, he groaned against your lips, pulling you tighter against him. Without a second thought, he walked you backward into a desk (luckily not the one you’d been sitting at) and you sat on top. His hands traveled down from your waist to your legs, guiding you to wrap them around his waist. 

You pulled away from him, putting a finger over his lips to stop him from following yours. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Ed. We’re screwed if he comes back in.”

“You didn’t seem to be complaining.” 

You groaned in frustration and laid your head against his shoulder. “Eddie Munson, you are such a pain in my ass.” 

“I could be if ya let me.”

“Ed!”

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fandom: Kuroko no Basket characters: Kiyoshi Miyajii / Yuuya Miyaji summary:  He can’t help it; he’s impressed and feels the swell of admiration that also came with envy. But towards him, it always seemed to be like that. People called it sibling rivalry.

Yuuya cannot remember when it started, but evenings came to be their time together. The setting sun bathes them in a dusky orange glow; even the old basketball court in the park looked nostalgic and intimate.

He dribbles the ball in his hand absently, and doesn’t even blink when it was easily hit away from his possession, the culprit handling it with refined dexterity and finishing off with a dunk.

“Since when did you learn to dunk? That’s awesome,” Yuuya tells him. He can’t help it; he’s impressed and feels the swell of admiration that also came with envy. But towards him, it always seemed to be like that. People called it sibling rivalry.

“Basketball practice, basketball practice,” Kiyoshi tells him triumphantly. “Practice is getting crazy intense these few weeks. The seniors are stepping down and try-outs will begin in three weeks. Your brother is going to get into first string, I’m telling you.”

Yuuya picks up the ball and resumes his dribbling.

“How about some one-on-one?”

His brother smiles, and seeing him take position in front of the hoop, Yuuya hunches lower and furrows his brows in concentration.

He takes off immediately, keeping a steady rhythm on the ball. Kiyoshi stretches his arms forwards, ready to attack at the first sign of an opening. His brother is good, but it’s not as if he was an amateur either. He manages a fake, smirks at the sound of annoyance Kiyoshi made – it was his hot-headed passion to excel that brought Kiyoshi so far in academics and extracurricular activities after all; being in Shuutoku’s second string was a feat by itself, if the things his brother told him were anything to go by – and successfully maneuvers around Kiyoshi. Well, if all it took was hot-headed passion to succeed, Yuuya has it too.

He launches himself up and swings his arm hard, the goal getting closer and closer in sight. But then before he knows it he’s already falling and the ball just kinda swishes through air and dribbles off the court lamely.

It was a freaking air ball.

“Oi Yuu, what the hell was that.”    

“Ahh shut it.”

“Puah! Did you just try to do a du –”

“I slipped okay, I SLIPPED. I’ll get the next one in for sure!”

“Hey, your timing couldn’t be more off than that – puahah”

“You –”

“Sorry sorry, I’m not laughi – pfft.”

Damn stupid overachieving older brothers, he thinks in annoyance as he goes to retrieve the ball.

“But your form is good, Yuu,” Kiyoshi manages after a death glare later. “I’ll teach you. Hey, have you decided which club you’ll join next year at Shuutoku?”

“Who knows.”

“Come join the basketball team. It’ll be a riot!”

“Nah, you’ll will be there too. It’s awkward.”

“What kind of a stupid reason is that, I’ll hit you! …Well, you do what you want, but I’m telling you it’s gonna be real fun.”

He dribbles the ball absently in his hand.

“Yeah…hey, hurry teach me how to dunk.”

“Yosh!”

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

the artiste; hanamiya makoto

tags; fashion/modelling industry!au, lowkey sugar daddy!hanamiya, not telling you anything else so you gotta read these 3.8k words now

tw; unhealthy weight loss techniques

note: charon is the dude who carries souls of the deceased across the river styx - the river which connects the earth and the underworld

“Well, aren’t you pretty.”

These are the first words Hanamiya ever directs towards you, raising his champagne glass as you approach, with the same sleazy smile across his lips that you’ve seen on the face of every man who steps into the host club to soak up the atmosphere of women and wine.

“I’m flattered,” you upturn your lips - amiable but not too friendly, ladylike but not cold.

“Not you’re not,” the man’s tone holds none of its previous singsong. In your shock, you lose the smile, “you’re sick and tired of hearing the same words come out of every man’s lips, right? Nor are you particularly subtle with how you looked up at the clock.”

“I apologise-“

“Don’t. I’m not kidding when I say I’m pleased to meet you,” he stretches out his hand, takes yours and shakes it hard, “Makoto, Hanamiya Makoto. And I’m here to be your Charon.”

At first, your conversations with Hanamiya - always at the club, of course, though they grow more frequent, and soon he doesn’t even need to request you either; all the staff know that he’s only got eyes for you - are stilted and stiff. He’s charismatic but you’re not trained to talk to charismatic men.

“I’m not like the others, am I?” Hanamiya chuckles as if savouring his own sense of superiority. “I don’t work with the script your manager tells you to follow. I bet you’ve never told a single one of your customers what you actually think about them. You know, I used to work for a place like this, a common place pimp, picking up pretty girls off the street for the manager - that’s how I know just about everything you’re thinking. I understand more about your profession than you do.”

“What do you do now?” you ask, noting how the discussion is slowly falling into dangerous territory (the manager’s number one rule: never tell the customer anything they can’t just see).

“I’m a fashion designer, producing haute couture gowns for those with too much money to spend.”

It’s only then that you understand why his name sounded so familiar. And maybe Hanamiya sees how your eyes sparkle at the recollection, because the grin slips back onto his lips.

After that, conversations start getting easier. Hanamiya’s still a little too questioning, just a touch too intrusive, but you can’t avoid the questions of a man who dwells in the summit of society, which you could only dream of looking up at as a child. After all, who hasn’t fantasied about walking down the runway, being the object of everyone’s envy, being the centre of all the photos?

And that’s the worst part of Hanamiya - he keeps saying it’s possible, for you.

“It’s your bones,” Hanamiya tells you, running his hand across your cheek, his fingers pressing down gently onto what lies beneath your skin (the manager’s second rule: never let customers touch you in any way vaguely intimate - insist on boundaries). “God made you to be a model.”

Of course, you tell him you’re not interested (you’ve got a comfortable paying job now, and it doesn’t lack in glamour either, entertaining rich old men with pearls on your neck), but, every time he visits, he asks again. And it slowly gets harder to resist how sincerely he squeezes your hand, how authentic his smile has become (no longer do you feel the sensation that he’s inspecting you - he’s a friend now, more than anything), and how this could be your only chance to fulfil those childhood dreams that would have never stood a chance, if not for Hanamiya.

“I need you,” murmurs Hanamiya, staring so intensely into your eyes that it’s like he’s not looking at you at all, “you’re perfect.”

“Why me?”

“There’s this one dress... It’ll only reach its true potential if you’re the one wearing it. Just one show, just a couple steps down the catwalk, that’s all you have to do. If you don’t like it, you can leave the industry the next day.”

You glance around the club you’ve come to call a second home, at its plushy red sofas which look almost blood-coloured, dimly lit by the chandeliers overhead.

“I’m happy here.” Once, that wouldn’t have been a lie.

Hanamiya sits back, but his gaze still doesn’t leave yours. “You enjoy grandeur here, but only in the night. Don’t you want it in the light too?”

That evening, you quit your job.

It’s raining outside. As the two of you rush to his car, parked a little while away, Hanamiya holds his coat over you head.

“I thought your coat was too expensive to get wet!” you laugh, your hands still shaking with the adrenaline of your own rashness, the soles of your shoes slapping against the puddles on the pavement.

“You’re way more expensive, angel,” replies Hanamiya.

In the moment, with his raindrops glittering across his hair, and a boyish smile across his face, you can forget that this man is a multi-millionaire who now owns your future. Right now, he just seems like an ally - maybe even a friend.

“You’ll stay with me for now,” Hanamiya’s saying as he slips his key into the lock of a tall mahogany door, with his face turned away from you, “model apartments, agencies: they’re all shams. It’s tricky business for a newcomer. You’re safest with me.”

You’ve worked long enough in a shady industry to know that it’s never wise to put all your eggs in one basket.

“Why not an agency? Don’t I need someone to represent me?”

“Agencies only exist to take as large a cut of your earnings as they can, and get you in debt - that’s what the apartments they set you up with are for - and then make you reliant on them, so they can keep taking your money. They don’t care about your potential,” the light down the corridor is flickering, casting fleeting shadows over Hanamiya’s form which distort his face as he turns towards you, “not like I do.”

Something in his tone suggests to you that, firstly, you don’t know the first thing about this industry you’re stepping into, and that, secondly, you don’t need to know. You just need to stick with him.

You can trust him (you think).

After all, Hanamiya’s the one who’s responsible for your being a model in one of the biggest fashion events in this half of the year - you, someone with no experience apart from a couple hours practice with an expert (who had only agreed to it, you understood, because they were desperate to work with Hanamiya too). He’s also the one who kept you company during the dress rehearsal, when all the other models were eyeing you, mumbling together from the distance, dressed in their various shades of blacks and greys and purples like a plague about to smother you whole.

“Ignore them, they’re just envious that you’re the star of the show,” Hanamiya whispered, his lip just grazing the top of your ear, before announcing to the room, “work hard, ladies, and maybe, one day, you’ll get to be my favourite instead!”

You had asked him to not make such a big show of it. One of the best parts of working at the host club had been sitting with your fellow hosts at the end of the day, slipping off your high heels to give your feet a rest, gossiping together about that day’s customers. Making friends with these new colleagues of yours, you explained to Hanamiya, was just as important to you. You didn’t want to be the lone wolf; you didn’t want to feel like you were walking down the runway alone.

“Why?” Hanamiya had replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Looking at the mirror before you, you were convinced the other models were glaring at you. “Can’t you cope with the pressure?”

And, now, in the final hour before the first (and potentially last; now it’s so close, you’re starting to realise just how unqualified you are) show of your life, still no one’s talking to you. Even the three people working on you - two on your hair, one of your makeup (in Hanamiya’s words, the star shouldn’t have to worry about anything but the walk ahead) - refuse to speak to you, or even meet your eye in the mirror. Your only option for conversation is Hanamiya, who’s barely interested in you. His eyes keep straying to look over the preparations being performed before him, like a boy studying his ant farm.

“You’re got too much trust in me,” you say to Hanamiya, as your head gets wrenched back by one of the stylists, “I could ruin your whole show.”

“If I thought that,” Hanamiya’s eyes flicker over you, and then return to observing the other models, “I wouldn’t have offered the position to you.”

“I’m no professional model.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

Hanamiya’s casual smile slips off his face. He’s displeased. You have to put more trust in his decisions, you remind yourself, as black lipstick and eyeshadows is smudged across your lips and eyelids, giving you the appearance of a banshee.

Around 10 minutes before you’re supposed to go out, you’re helped into the gown you’ll be wearing (the other models have been dashing back and forth to get changed into their next outfits, whereas you just have the one), and hairspray is once again sprayed over the crow’s nest that was once your hair (you look deranged, you think to yourself, but Hanamiya gives a satisfied hum once he sees the stylist’s finished product).

And then, in the final seconds, Hanamiya approaches you - “make me proud” - and pushes you onto the catwalk.

One step in front of the other. Let the satin skirt swing. Don’t move your arms too much. Expose the lace that attaches the sleeves to the skirt, hanging down like great wings of spider’s webs. And keep your arms raised, just slightly. Even when the heaps of black satin, piled across your biceps and forearm, make your muscles burn, keep your arms up. Look confident. But haunted too. Walk slow. Let your hips slip to the side, but don’t overdo it. Not like the other models. Remember, you’re the witch. You’re wearing the dress of the witch. You’re not a model.

You’re the star.

At the end - and it’s curious how long the runway feels whilst you’re on it, and how short it looks when it’s over - the lights dim, and, the minute you’re backstage, high on adrenaline, you race into Hanamiya’s arms. You’re shaking too much to speak, but Hanamiya holds you closely, like you could crumple any minute.

“Good girl,” he purrs, “you did exactly what I told you to.”

And then he tosses you to the side, as he goes out to greet the applause.

-----

You’re not sure how (in the photos, you look like a woman possessed - perhaps you shouldn’t have been concentrating so hard on remembering Hanamiya’s advice) but the show’s a success. More than that, you’re a success. Suddenly, your schedule starts being booked up. There’s magazines interested in this new look, photographers keen on being the ones to represent it, and even the tabloids have been writing about “designer Hanamiya Makoto finds yet another hidden talent!”

“’Another’?” you ask Hanamiya, stretched out underneath his bed’s thin black duvet - he keeps saying he’ll find you your own place to stay, but he’s yet to refer you somewhere, and you’re not sure you’d want to go, even if he did.

“There’s been a couple models in the past that I brought to the industry,” he replies, slipping off a dark grey tie, unbuttoning the top hole of his black shirt, “but none with your potential, angel.”

Your attention returns to the magazine, as you reread the article for the tenth time. There’s something addicting about seeing your name written there, seeing your photo printed into the glossy paper. Over and over, you run your fingers across the ‘truly the star of the show’ printed in Times New Roman, and, every time, the words bring a shiver up your spine. That’s you. You’re the star. You’re Hanamiya’s star.

-----

A few weeks after the show, and your days are spent on booking after booking. Today’s job involves wearing a collection of what Hanamiya deems as ‘funeral dresses’ - long black frocks, not quite ballgowns but clearly not designed for the average grieving mademoiselle. And it’s only the three of you in the studio today: you, the photographer, and Hanamiya.

(You’re not sure why Hanamiya attends all these bookings of yours. He’s a busy man, after all; just organising your schedule seems a lot of work for someone whose main job is focused on something entirely different. The one time you asked him as to how he finds the time, he replied that, “as the artist, I cannot possibly leave you - my muse. Not unless you want me to?” He raised an eyebrow, and you never asked again, knowing very well that you weren’t ready to be separated from his company).

“Hand up a little,” says the photographer now, “no, put it back. The pose isn’t working. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

He approaches you, squints, grins, and begins to adjust the positioning of your legs and torso. His hands slowly slip to your hips - you bite your lip as to not gasp - and then to the inside of your thigh, give your skin a slight squeeze.

And that’s when you slap him. Storm over to Hanamiya.

“Makoto, this man is no photographer,” you retort, filling your voice with rage to hide how your hands are shivering, “he’s a commonplace groping pervert at best.”

“Hush up, angel,” Hanamiya doesn’t even look up from his book, flicks to the next page “the plot twist is coming up.”

Just the three of you in the room, you think once more, frozen to the spot. And then the photographer guides you back to your position, and, though he’s less loose with his hands now, his grin has only grown.

“You’re being paid to be a mannequin,” he says, rubbing his thumb down the side of your torso, as if adjusting how the dress sits on you, “keep that in mind.”

Perhaps it’s due to his book, but, in the corner of the room, Hanamiya’s starting to laugh.

-----

In the evenings, the two of you return to Hanamiya’s apartment together. He cooks - you always offer to, but, in his words, you’re too good for household chores - and then, sat at opposite ends of the mahogany table, you both eat and discuss the day. Even now that he spends most of his day with you (and when you’re not on a booking with him, you’re trapped in his apartment, whose key you’re still yet to receive, not that you mind, of course: there’s plenty of fashion magazines here to entertain you, many of which now include photos of yourself), Hanamiya continues to ask you questions about your life. It’s like nothing has changed since the two of you were chatting together at the host club.

But that’s the pleasant thing about Hanamiya. He’s always so easy to talk to. He never treats you like the man who’s brought you all this success; rather, he treats you like you’re the one who’s enriching his life.

And that’s why, months later, sharing a meal together as per usual, you raise to Hanamiya your concerns as to how you’ve been getting less bookings recently.

“Of course I know you’re busy,” you twist the spaghetti around your fork, “but I’m getting more popular with each passing day. I need to keep up with it.”

“Oh, and that’s my job, is it?”

“You’ve always done it before.”

“Aren’t you getting a bit above your station, angel dearest? If you want more jobs, make a network and find them.” You can tell, from the way Hanamiya’s voice has dropped, from the way he’s placed his wineglass back down on the table, that you’re pushing your luck, “I’m no slave of yours.”

Fighting to keep your voice composed, as you wind the pasta tighter around your fork, you respond, “then at least give me a larger percentage of the payout from my bookings than I’m currently getting.”

“Do you even know what percentage you’re getting right now?”

You don’t. You’ve been relying on Hanamiya to handle the financial side of things; he always said that it made more sense for him to manage the books, since he was the one finding the jobs in the first place.

Your silence is telling and Hanamiya grins, takes a long sip of his wine.

“Just remember, I brought you into this world. It wouldn’t be hard for me to take you back out of it,” he purrs, glancing at how your plate is still full, “and that reminds me. Do be careful with what you’re eating, angel. I wouldn’t want you to lose your edge.”

That evening, you throw up the little of the spaghetti that you had eaten. It’s time for a change, you reprimand yourself. You can’t let yourself fall out of Hanamiya’s favour.

It’s with this in mind that you start swallowing down cotton balls, dipped in juice beforehand, and, as you feel them slide down your throat, you tell yourself that you’re full.

But still, the number of bookings continue to decrease. Those that you do attend are often filled with other models, so you’re just one of the crowd, one of many faceless limbs and torsos. No one speaks to you, even though Hanamiya’s not spending much time with you either. You stand in the queue, waiting for your photo, and, as the photographers criticise your inability to look natural in a pose or to even maintain it - “is your head full of wool, woman? Keep your hand there!” - you think back to your first (only, so far) fashion show. How you were the star of the show. How you’re still the star of the show.

These petty little bookings with their petty little photographers simply don’t understand your potential.

That’s what you’re repeating to yourself during your lunch break, having snuck outside to swallow down another couple cotton balls - this time dipped in chilli oil (if your mouth is burning, you can’t be hungry, right?). The sky glares down at you, painfully bright, as you run your tongue over your lips again and again, feeling the grooves in the flesh, where you’ve bitten into your lips hard enough to make them bleed.

“You’re the girl that did Hanamiya Makoto’s last show, aren’t you?”

“And what if I am?”

The woman, who’s just stepped outside to stand beside you, blows smoke into your face, before inspecting you more closely. She’s tall, and there’s something skeletal in her fingers as she brings the cigarette up to her lips once more.

“He’s losing interest in you, isn’t he?”

“How dare you-“

She glances down at the remaining cotton ball in your palm.

“Just take coke if you want to get skinny,” the woman states, looking you up and down like she’s pitying you, “it’s downright weird to eat cotton. Coke speeds up your metabolism, makes you less hungry too.”

“Coke also gets people addicted, and then killed.”

“In that man’s mind,” she leans back against the wall, as a cloud of grey trickles from her lips, “beauty comes first. So us models who hope to work for him can’t prioritise our futures. You’re not going to last long with your current attitude.”

“What would you know? I bet you’ve never been in one of his shows.” Your words come out tenser that you had wanted them to. “I’m the star of-“

“There’s nothing permanent in this industry,” she lets her cigarette fall to the floor, and grinds it into ashes with the heel of her platform boots, “but I guess you’re still new to the game.”

-----

The booking grows worse throughout the day. As the humidity increases, the photographers’ tempers shorten - and Hanamiya doesn’t look your way when you get yelled at once again. You’re spending even longer stuck in the queues, standing silently, listening to the conversations of the models around you.

One woman glances at you with a smirk, and then tells her companion, “there’s rumours he’s found a new girl, another host club adoptee.”

You don’t have to guess who the ‘he’ is.

So, that evening, when Hanamiya returns late as he has been doing for the past coupe weeks, you confront him. Dressed in the slick black dress he bought you, wearing the diamond necklace he offered you as a birthday present, you pin him between against the wall, the minute he walks through the door.

“You’ve been at the host club, haven’t you? They’re saying you’ve found someone new, that you’re going to replace me!”

Loosening his tie, Hanamiya murmurs, “you’re not my wife, you know, angel.”

“I am the star of your show,” you hiss in response.

Hanamiya pushes your torso away from his, and something about his touch, or perhaps how you haven’t eaten anything substantial since 6am this morning, makes your knees weak. You collapse to the ground, your head slamming against the wall beside his leg.

Slowly, Hanamiya rolls up his sleeves, grabs your chin and pulls it up - hard.

“Don’t tell me this is all you’ve become - a jealous, talentless bitch?” He smiles, but there’s nothing entertained in his eyes. “All my expectations for you, and yet here you are, keeling over like a donkey in a fucking third world country.”

You fight against the pressure of his hand on your chin, but his hold is too strong to go against. “The new collection, “Styx’s Allure’… I’m going to participate in that show, right? Everyone’s talking about it, all the magazines are raving about it; I can’t not be in it.”

“Sure you can,” Hanamiya pulls you back up to your feet, and now it’s you being pressed against the wall, “in fact, I’ll save you the trouble of having to wait to find out. You’re not in it. You can beg all you want, and you still won’t get it. There’s a cute little girl at your old employer’s place; she’s much more suited-“

“I thought you said I’d be the star!” you snarl, overwhelmed with an exhausted rage.

“I thought you’d be capable of being the star,” sighs Hanamiya, running his hands around your neck, like he’s contemplating just how thin it is, just how easy it would be to snap, “but don’t worry, angel, you’re not entirely useless.

Just the other day, I was talking to a taxidermist about you.

You know, some things just don’t reach their true potential in life.”

[maybeanalienwhoknows]

If you want happy fluffy idea, here's what I got :

-a birthday fic, where it's Taiga's birthday and Seirin organize him a party. Not very original, but cak be very fluffy

-Serin's school festival, what would Kuroko and Taiga's class do ? Again not original and more happy and fun?

-AU meet cute Aokaga ? That's a very loose idea.

-Aokaga one year anniversary or something, where Daiki offers him a very sappy gift, like matching Keychain or something.

-cooking with Mrs Aomine, had the potential to be very angsty, but doesn't have to be.

-Taiga being a nice young man with elderly neighbors, and Daiki being jealous. I just want Daiki to be inconvenienced.

I'm out for now, feel free to do what you want with these (including nothing)

no because what have i DONE to kagami

[szivtalan]

yay yay kise headcanons time ~

despite taking himself seriously as an athlete, he is least likely to be concerned about his health regarding light substances. i’m saying he’s partying like an animal and he most definitely smokes sometimes

he was first offered a cigarette while he was working with older models and accompanied them on a smoke break and he decided it’s not half bad. it’s not like he does it all the time, but he does smoke at parties and after photoshoots

this is half canon but kise’s not all that bubbly and childish as he first seems. it popped out especially while playing against aomine and haizaki, but he’s not a sensitive flower, nor stupid, nor immature. he can be surprisingly analytical, assertive and serious when he wants to be, it’s just that he has way more fun acting the way he does

he’s also taken it up on himself to bring joy and leverage to everyone else’s lives because they all seem to be taking themselves too seriously. my heart

as the oldest and most inspired member, Kise is the first to get a driver’s license and the first thing he does when he buys himself a car is driving the Kaijo team to the beach

he does the same with the GoM + Kagami the next week and it results in Kagami and Aomine throwing hands for shotgun only for Murasakibara to take the place bc he needs the leg room the most

he really wants a tattoo but he’s very bad with pain

still, he gets Momoi to come with him when he gets two wrist tattoos, one a little black anagram “AMK” that’s the first letter of each GoM’s names put together, and the other is a small basketball proportionally colored with each of the GoM’s base colors (two different shades of red for Akashi and Kagami)

[ichikonohakko]

[Kuroko/Everyone] Love Letters to Nobodies

Happy birthday to the prettiest basketball player in the world! I hope the fandom can enjoy my contribution for our boy’s birthday!

AO3

Flashing lights, buzzing noises, and people trying to ask a million questions all at the same time were not anything new for Kuroko Tetsuya.

And yet, it still brought a sense of surprise whenever he sat down to be the center of attention to all of the reporters in the huge conference room that was rented out solely for his sake. Years of living as a shadow had always made him so grateful to the world around him and people had perceived it as a trait of humbleness that made his words seemed so genuine for anyone who read them. The books he had written had received so much love and Tetsuya was forever amazed by the reaction he received.

Love Letters to Nobodies had been a smash hit books that were universally loved by everyone in almost every age bracket, from schoolchildren to elderly adults. Those books were his musings, his letters to everything that he had observed, and Tetsuya had fallen in love with the world in its simplicity. The office workers all adored the Love Letters to Nobodies: A World Seen from Bullet Trains while the teenagers could not stop talking about the Love Letters to Nobodies: Chiming Clocks of Schoolyards because it suited them. Tetsuya expressed his love to the simplest things, be it the sound of coffeemakers buzzing at two o’clock at night or the sound of school-end bells that started the club activities, and everyone had loved the way he loved everything.

And yet no matter how many books Kuroko Tetsuya had written, he never wrote about people. That was why the current installment had been such a groundbreaking work of his, because it was about people.

Tetsuya was calm, smiling as he let the cameras flash and the questions to continue. Love Letters to Nobodies had started from his cellphone journal, ones he made in strikes of boredom about everything and everyone he found interesting. It was only natural that they will include people, because people had always been interesting. But still, the ones he deemed good enough for public consumption were always the ones he wrote about things and not people. And now, he had released a eight-chaptered book that contained his love for the people he loved the most and the world wanted to know.

“Kuroko-san!” A woman’s voice reached his ears, and Tetsuya smiled to her and asked her to ask her question. The crowd died down as she caught her breath. “I would like to ask you about the person in chapter Cherry Blossom. Is she your girlfriend? Are you romantically in love with her?”

Tetsuya let his mind wonder to the mentioned chapter and the girl who had loved him with such kindness and tenacity…

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Cherry blossoms bloomed underneath the blue skies of spring and she glared at the ground below her with an intense frown.

The lights from the convenience store illuminated her face as she looks mad at the boring world around her, so I gave her an ice cream stick that was my lucky stroke of the day.

She looked happier than I have ever seen her and she showed a smile that rivals the cherry blossom petals fluttering in the wind.

‘Thank you!’ she beamed, kind as a breeze and bright as the stars, and I smile back.

Cherry blossoms bloomed in spring, but her smile cheered me up all year.

I love the smile on her face.

///

Cherry blossoms wither underneath the dark skies of winter and she asked me if I remember a fond memory.

I lied to her. I told her I don’t remember.

I watch her leave like a flurry of petals, shedding tears as she run away from me and leave me behind.

I love the smile on her face, and yet I did nothing to protect it.

I made her cry.

I love the cherry blossom when she blooms, and yet I did nothing when she withers away.

I love you.

I am sorry.

---

“No, the person in question is not my girlfriend. We are merely friends who are close to one another. I am to give a speech in her upcoming wedding.” Flashes of cameras went wild as the crowd rouses with questions. This was the first time Kuroko Tetsuya ever reveal anything about his private life, after all.

This time, a man’s voice reached him. He had blue eyes that struck Tetsuya with a sense of nostalgia. “The tone of your writing in chapter Brightest Light is the saddest I have ever seen in Love Letter to Nobodies series, can you give your thoughts about that?”

How coincidental was it that a man with blue eyes was the one who asked a question about the man that was his brightest light? Tetsuya gave him a nostalgic look as he reanalyze the things he wrote on the chapter in question…

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They say shadows may only exist when there is light.

Then you are my light.

In a sea of nothingness that echoed throughout the huge field where I stand alone with my persistence, a light was shivering.

I was alone, but then the light found me and I was no longer alone.

The shadow that I am grew darker and darker while the light that you are shine brighter and brighter.

We smile, we laugh, we became each other’s everything and I love the way you smile as you offered your fist to me.

Our fists met, shadow and light existing in the perfect harmony that was you and me.

But then you shine brighter.

Brighter and brighter until there is no room for shadows to exist.

We do not smile, we do not laugh, and we drifted apart from each other until the day you say you do not remember why we stand next to each other in the first place.

It was not you, it was me. I was not good enough to be your shadow anymore.

You shine and shine and left.

I love the way you shine so bright.

And yet there was no place for me any longer, so I ceased to be.

///

(And I am sorry.)

(I am sorry that you are alone.)

(I love you.)

(Forgive me.)

---

“Brightest Light is a chapter that hold much of my regret to the person in question,” Tetsuya answered with a calm tone, blue eyes staring at him as the reporter waited for his answer. “It is a chapter of regret, so I think it was only fitting that the tone will be sadder than any other thing I have ever written. In a way, this is also a letter of apology that I wrote for the person in question and he had phoned me the second he managed to read it himself. We have made up for a long time, but this is the first time I wrote what I felt during the time we drifted apart, so he was rather touched by it.” Tetsuya remembered the phone call so clearly, of angry, muffled crying that accompanied his former light’s apologies and regrets as well. He remembered the laugh they shared after, too.

Speculations were made about the man in question. The question of ‘are you romantically in love with him?’ were made from here and there. Tetsuya neither confirm nor deny the statements, he too, was not quite sure of what he felt about the subject, after all.

Then another voice with a question that were different from the others perked his attention and Tetsuya asked the woman to speak with the same smile on her face. “Well, I would like to note that while Brightest Light was the saddest letter to date, the Sunset letter was the most lighthearted one in the book,” Tetsuya warmed. Aah, the first chapter, the unsent letter he still had in the draft box of his cellphone. “May I assume that you have recently reunited with the person in question? While the others are full of parting, this one just screamed reunion to me.”

Tetsuya nodded as he fondly remember the smile on his sun’s face as they meet each other once more. His regret melting like the ice cream they used to share together and he remembered the nostalgic days of his childhood…

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On a sunset of my newfound hobby, I meet the person who is like the sun.

He is bright and cheerful, full of promises and potentials that matched his wide grins.

Toothy smile of an innocent child, epitome of wonder and curiosity.

My child-self did not know that I had fallen in love.

He had left with a promise that gave me a drive, just like on the sunset when he came.

We drifted apart once, in tears and broken promises, accompanied by feelings that no word may express, but he returned.

With a grin and a piece of broken promise, he returned.

He never drifted, I was the one who left.

I was sorry, but he beams like the sun and asked me why I was even sorry.

I love you, he said, has been and will always be.

And I told him:

I love you too.

///

We are children again whenever we are together.

And we love that.

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“The events written in this book all happened before I reach adulthood, so it will be incorrect to say that we only recently reunited,” Tetsuya answered. “These letters represent the strongest feeling I have for these eight people I hold very dear. So it speaks a lot about parting, because that is when my feeling is at its strongest. But with the person in question for the Sunset chapter, the strongest feeling I had is when we are reunited once more.” Flashes of cameras and rousing crowd, Tetsuya chuckled to himself and shook his head.

“No, I am not in romantic relationship with the person in question. In fact, the person mentioned in Sunset chapter is going to get married with the girl I mentioned in Cherry Blossom. I am to be his best man at their wedding.” The reporters roared in excitement. Most of them already speculating who these people were, and Tetsuya could feel his phone vibrating within his pocket—no doubt notifying him of people mentioning him on twitter and other social media around. He paid it no mind.

Questions after questions were asked, but then Tetsuya hold up his hand sighed. “Anyone have any other question that are relevant to my book?”

Then there was a girl with green hair, smiling at him with a knowing smile and Tetsuya remembered that Midorima Shizuka was a fan of his book and he already knew that she was going to ask pertaining to that. Tetsuya gave her a smile, noting how similar she was to her brother nowadays.

“I want to know what your feelings were when your write the Lucky Pencil chapter of the current installment.”

Tetsuya smiled as he remembered the slightly humorous tone he used for that chapter.

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The Rolling Pencil: Pencil of the Lazy God was a merchandise of a TV show that meant so much to a person I like.

He is as eccentric as the geniuses of old, as hardworking as our boatmen ancestors, and his words do not seem to match what he feels inside.

But I love how extraordinary he was.

And yet above it all, it was his hardworking traits that seem to pull him through everything life throws at him.

He is as distinctive as he is hardworking.

Yet he refused to be acknowledged by the single trait that made me love him in the first place.

The Lucky Pencil is kind to those who believe in it, and he too, is kind.

The Lucky Pencil is merciless to those who oppose it, and he too, can be merciless.

They say the color green may bring peace if you stare at it long enough.

He, too, bring me peace when I am with him in the cold library.

///

When we drifted, I did not feel the sadness I felt with others.

I feel that we will talk again, though not as close as before.

But he is kind, so I am not worried.

But still, I am sorry.

---

“The Lucky Pencil chapter is one of the earliest letter I wrote, along with the Sunset letter,” Shizuka looked giddy as she waited more of his answer. “I think this is one of the most lighthearted letters I have written, not counting the one I made for the coffeemaker in my home of course,” There was a surge of laughter coming from the audience, Tetsuya continued with a smile. “The person in question believes that he and I were born just to piss each other off. But I find an unexpectedly good company in him.”

“Will you consider going out with him?” Midorima Shizuka asked, a cheeky grin in place because she knew that her brother is watching this press conference with his phone at this very moment. Tetsuya had to give to her, really. “Well, no. He is married to the love of his life and that love of his life will probably hunt me down with his pet hawk if I ever consider dating his husband.” The crowd laughed again, and Tetsuya could distantly hear the sound of Takao-kun’s laughter, along with his husband’s embarrassed quips from somewhere within his skull. Shizuka thanked him and he thanked her in return, lingering smile on his face as he sought out another question that piqued his interest.

And then there was a girl with purple pin on her hair, wearing a limited edition t-shirt of a famous pastry place and Tetsuya instantly knew who to pick. She was surprised that he would pick her out of all others who were trying to ask him their question, but she cleared her throat and shyly asked her question.

“I have my suspicion about the person you wrote chapter Vanilla Candy for…” her voice was meek and sweet, Tetsuya nodded and urged her to continue. “Is he… is he a pastry chef right now?”

Tetsuya hummed, wondering if she made the connection because of the chapter title that had mostly nothing to do with the letter he wrote.

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He and I are different.

This is apparent in every shape or form, from our heights to our personalities.

And yet we strangely fit each other in everything but one thing.

I have passion yet no talent.

He had talent yet no passion.

He hated that, a lot, and I hated that, too.

But we do not hate each other.

He smells like candies and snacks, towering over everyone in height yet was more of a child than anyone in the room.

I liked that side of him.

And though I was smaller than everyone in the room, he said I am more of an adult than everyone was.

He offered me vanilla candies.

It paints a funny a picture, back then, because he is tall and sweet and I am short and bland.

But we fit each other in everything but one thing.

Back then, it was enough.

///

He left without a word, and then we meet again.

We meet again through that one thing that fit us not.

And yet he treats me like nothing ever changed.

I found myself liking that side of him, somehow or another.

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“Ah, I find myself wondering just how on earth you made that connection…” Tetsuya answered with a contemplative tone. “Well, as per my agreement to all the people mentioned in this book, I can neither confirm nor deny your suspicion. You are welcome to find out through other means, though.” Mystery was one of the intended purpose of his most personal book yet, after all. Tetsuya had become famous enough for his stories to be heard, for his farewells and reunions to be a tale for others to enjoy. She blushed and thanked him, Tetsuya then moved on to another question.

This time it was a woman that dressed like she was a model. She was tall and imposing, even when she was sitting among countless others. She raised her hand daintily and Tetsuya asked her to ask her question.

“I am here to ask a question my dear friend have about the book, but he cannot come here by himself…” She explained to everyone, as if not wanting the cameras to have the wrong idea about her intention. “Will you ever consider going out with the person in chapter Flash?” She looked glad to be rid of the question and Tetsuya instantly knew who she was here for.

Oh boy, he knew he had the right doubts when contemplating if he was ever going to publish Flash letter to the public…

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A flash of lightning in a clear blue sky.

That was how I saw him when we first met.

Excellent in everything he does and overflowing with passion that rivaled the brightest light’s, I found myself jealous of him.

He shines, too, keeping up with the light that was his inspiration. I followed him closely behind.

I followed and followed and followed, until the day I decide that he too, could darken my shadow.

And he was wonderful.

He exceeded everyone’s expectations in a blur of flash.

He reminded me of the sun, he reminded me of the brightest light,

He could be everyone, he could be everything.

I watched him grow and grow and grow until he no longer needed me.

It supposed to be a moment of pride, and yet all I feel is emptiness.

I love him, he was my pride.

And yet when everyone left, he did not look back.

///

He regretted leaving, but not for the reason why I turned away.

But at least he still had a smile on his face, a different one than before, but it was a smile.

I love his smile, whichever it may be.

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“No, I will never consider dating the person in question. Please tell your friend that I will confirm it to him right now that I have no such feeling towards the person in chapter Flash.” Tetsuya had a smile on his face, but his statement was delivered in the monotone that was his entire arsenal of expression he had back when he had to deal with a certain annoying blond. The lady looked relieved more than anything, then she thanked him and went to type on her phone.

The crowd murmured again and Tetsuya waited patiently until a question piqued his interest. He smiled as he searched through the crowd and he found a man dressed in casual jeans, bomber jacket, and baseball cap that caught his eyes and he asked him to ask his question.

“I have two questions, but you have to answer the first one according to my speculation. Then I can ask you the next question. Is that okay?”

Interesting. Tetsuya nodded with an intrigued expression and the man asked his question. “First, are you in romantic relationship with anyone you mentioned in this book?” Flashes of camera and roaring of the crowd. Tetsuya sighed. “Well, as I said before, I can neither confirm nor—“ His phone vibrated twice, signaling a text message from the one and only person who still sends him text messages nowadays instead of using instant messaging service like everyone else.

He sighed one more time.

“Fine, I will confirm that I am in a romantic relationship with one of the people I wrote these letters for.”

The crowd got louder and a million different questions that had the same answer popped out from reporters, men, women, girls, and boys alike. Tetsuya kept his smile, cursing his lover who was probably watching this conference from somewhere nearby.

The man then cleared his throat and continued his question. “Now my next question: between chapter True Light and Red Truth, which one did you write first?”

The teenage girls squealed first, obviously noticing the implication of the man’s question. He had so far deny any romantic feelings towards the people in the previously mentioned chapters, so there was only True Light and Red Truth left. And whichever he wrote first was the one he had relationship with. Tetsuya took a deep breath and put on his best smile.

“They were both written roughly at the same time, because it was the same event that made me realize my feelings towards both the persons in question for True Light and Red Truth. Technically, I finished Red Truth a few minutes before I finished True Light.” Tetsuya looked at the watch on his wrist and sighed, relieved. “It seems that I have overstayed my welcome. I look forward to meet you all in my next book signing event. Good evening everyone.”

Tetsuya stood up and bowed, typical of him to be punctual in his press conferences, and left. The people were all roaring for him to stay, but he wasted no time to return backstage and went over to the sofa.

“That was tiring…” He murmured to himself. Waiting patiently for his manager and editor to return from their battle outside.

Tetsuya stared at the book he had written, the accumulation of his teenage feelings that carried on until today.

Love Letters to Nobodies: Fragments of Miracles.

The only work he will ever write about people close to him. The only work that lay everything that is Kuroko Tetsuya bare for the world to see…

Tetsuya smiled to himself and hugged the book close to his heart. It was like a birthday present he made for the world that had given him so much.

He could feel his phone vibrating twice, no doubt his lover was asking him to call, but Tetsuya resorted to a nap instead.