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beesparlour · 2 years

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aomine daiki tea prompts <3

lemon tea - mornings with daiki

- daiki is an overall very touchy person, but not the pda type. he’s the type to always have his arm around you or his pinky interlaced with your own. at night his only thought is to fall asleep holding you and in mornings it’s not any different. his brain isn’t awake so all he can think of his holding you. i’m an avid believer of aomine love language being physical touch

- no matter how much you love his hands wrapped around, there have been multiple mornings where you wake up with your bonnet in his grip, because of the sleeping position you two fell asleep in last night, with his hands protecting your head. the number of kisses be gave you in exchange for forgiveness didnt even help.

- you’re very cuddly too so when there’s no school or early morning basketball practice, you two tend to stay in bed together for an extra hour or more, you always being the mature partner and deciding to actually lug yourself up to make something for the two of you.

- on non-busy days, you like to make tea/coffee, humming a tune. and as if on queue, aomine comes behind you, wrapping his long tan arms around you, continuously pecking the side of your head, smiling at your small giggles

- once you finished brewing the caffeinated drinks, aomine wasted no time pushing you against the counter to hold you, practically forcing his whole body mass on you. you didn’t mind, you liked being surrounded in his presence.

- “you stink”, you whisper to him, cackling at his shocked expression. he really didn’t you just liked to tease. groaning, he pushed himself off of you and turned to the cooker

- sipping your tea, you observe him making pancakes and waffles, extra food for his big ass appetite. you admired his shirtless form as his back muscles flexed, getting all the ingredients and utensils he needed.

- you continue to watch him move lithely around the kitchen with a soft smile on your face, you loved looking at your pretty boyfriend. you could all day if you wanted to.

- ”you’re so pretty,” you stated. “i’m lucky to have you daiki”.

- your words were like nectar to his heart, filling him up, ready to burst. aomine stalls in the kitchen, and as you walk toward him and you can see the blush on his ears, you let out a laugh.

- you hug him from behind you whisper “my pretty, pretty boy” . aomine almost drops the pan and grumbled at you to get off of him, but makes no move to remove your arms, so you just hug him tighter.

“i’m lucky to have you too darling”

a/n: i know i said i’ll post y’all and i’m sorry. my holiday has just been me catching up with my mum as i hasn’t seen her for 9-10 months or so since i go to boarding school in a different country <3 hope this makes up for it hehe🫶🏾

this post is for @saintblk - sorry for taking so long with the request </3 forgive me lovely

#knb scenarios #knb x black reader #kuroko's basketball #black!reader #blackreader #knb fic #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #aomine x black reader #aomine x you #aomine x reader #aomine daiki #kurokos basketball aomine #aomine headcanons #aomine fluff #bee’s parlour

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vealices · 1 year

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kuroko no basket icon & header!

akashi seijuro, aomine daiki, midorima shintaro.

like and reblog if you liked or saved! <3

do not repost!

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wsknbfanaccnt · 1 year

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Hihii! I love your content!! 😍 I was wondering if maybe you could do a scene where Aomine is at high-school practice and his s/o comes to watch him play and he tries (but fails miserably) to act all tough around his teammates because he can't control how soft he is ffor them? Please🙈

Damn it's actually been years since i wrote anything- I used to be so active on Wattpad and such lmfao

But well, I've been rping in my absence and I hope that makes up for the writing I've lost-

And i do miss writing, so I'll do my best to satisfy and thank you for requesting!

Edit: SORRY IT IT FELT WEIRD- IDK AOMINE SEEMS OOC TO ME HERE BUT I TRIED MY BEST

Acting Tough! Aomine x S/O

You had a bit of time after school today since you had already finished all your homework in class. You and Aomine hadn't planned to do much these days, so you decided to take a peek at the gym to see how he was doing. The moment you stepped into the gym, you immediately lay eyes on the navy blue-haired teen. He just shot a 2 pointer, wiping off the sweat from his forehead with a towel as he headed back for the benches. You smirked and went behind the benches as discreetly as you could. Aomine was too immersed in nothing in particular that he had no idea that you were behind him.

Just as he took a sip of water, you grabbed his shoulders and let out a loud "Boo!" from behind.

"AAH WHAT THE FUCK?!" he suddenly screamed and coughed out the water, falling to the floor in front of the benches. You burst out in laughter, holding your stomach as you bent over.

"That wasn't funny at all!" he hissed at you, coughing a bit more from choking on the water. The rest of the team had caught Aomine's attention from his loud yell, chuckling quietly as Sakurai just hid behind another teammate.

"That was priceless! You should have seen your face Aho!" you laugh, but hold out a hand for him to take. He reluctantly put his hand in yours, but he smirked inwardly as he suddenly pulled you towards him, making you fall directly on top of him.

"Hey-! Daiki...!" you whined in annoyance, but your voice was quickly cut off by him wrapping his arms around your waist and a small kiss on the back of your neck. You felt the blush creep up on your cheeks, feeling the team's eyes bore down at the two of you.

"Oi, Aomine! Stop flirting with your girlfriend and practice with us!" he shouted, Aomine groaning in annoyance. You chuckled and just pat his leg, getting up as he followed suit.

"Go practice Daiki, I'll be here," you smile cheerily at him, the boy sighing and pouting.

"Fine..." he grumbled, going over to the court hesitantly as you smiled softly. After all, he couldn't resist you, especially since he knew that you were trying to prevent him from getting into any more trouble and that you cared for him.

"Oi, Sakurai."

"Y-Yes?? I'm sorry-!" the apologetic mushroom immediately bowed at him, but Aomine leaned into his ear and whispered something. Sakurai nodded as he pulled away, messing up his hair. Of course, you were watching with curiosity as a small smile curved y our lips, and your eyebrow slightly raised. But Aomine suddenly shot up and shoved Sakurai to the side, realizing that you were watching him. The poor boy was confused, just apologizing to Aomine a million times.

He had always shown a mean facade to his teammates, but deep down he cared about each and every one of them. Now that his s/o was watching him, he tried to toughen himself up even more but it was clear that he was failing miserably. As one of the first years accidentally got hit in the face with the basketball he immediately rushed over to him, checking to see if he was okay. Only to pull away and scoff, the tips of his ears tinting red as he insulted the boy under his breath. You observed how he was acting, and having dated Aomine for so long, knew exactly what he was doing.

Soon practice ended and he went to the benches to rest for a bit. You approached him with some water and a towel, the navy-haired teen smiled softly and drank the water.

"Don't try putting that tough act on me Daiki..." you pout, sitting next to him. He turned his face away from you ever so slightly, not wanting to embarrass himself.

"What are you talking about?" he said, intending to hiss at her but really it just came out in a slightly panicked tone. You chuckle and wrap your arms around him from behind, putting your chin on his shoulder.

"I know how much you care about your teammates. I think it's really sweet.." you smile, whispering so that no one else could hear. He only hummed softly in response, leaning against you a little. But knowing him, you didn't want to make him feel awkward any longer.

"Go take a bath, you smell." you suddenly sneer, shoving him away and putting your shirt over your nose to tease him.

"And who was just hugging me huh? Admit it, you love the smell."

"EW! You're disgusting!" you exclaim, just to have him laugh at your remark. He suddenly grabbed your head and pulled you toward his chest, making you gasp with the scent of his sweat going into your nose.

"AHOMINE GET OFF!!"

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tetsunabouquet · 1 year

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When Eyes Meet (Aomine Daiki)

A/N: Hello. Hereby my first Aomine Daiki story. I’m fairly certain this one is especially too long for a drabble, and it’s supposed to be a 1 part thing for sure so I suppose this should be better classified as a one-shot. My first official one. Yay. Basic Instinct part 4 will be posted after my next planned headcanon. These past few weeks have been very emotionally draining, so I’m sorry for the slow posts. The soulmate concept itself is inspired by the American comic series ElfQuest and if this one-shot gets popular enough, I’ll make one about the rest of the GOM + Light & Shadow pair. Murasakibara - Kise - Kagami - Kuroko - Akashi - Midorima For as long as mankind could remember, they had always had two names. One used by everyone, and one more intimate, special. The name of their soul. This was a name one would only share with their parents, perhaps a sibling or a friend as close as a sibling. But as long as people could remember having soul names, they could also remember the phenomenon that was Recognition. Recognition was when two people would lock their eyes, and somehow, they'd know the other's soul name. Recognition usually led to a lifelong romance. It was, as society dubbed it, 'the moment you knew you found your soulmate.' Many people had wondered how Recognition worked. There seemed no pattern, no rule. Some people Recognized upon first glance, others did after already knowing their partner for a while. Some even had known the person they Recognized since childhood. It just happened. Being the romantic type, you had always wondered just who you would Recognise. All Recognized couples looked so happy, it seemed like there was a superior type of romance about it. It made fairy tales with their talk about true love, make a lot more sense. You hadn't found yours yet, but you hadn't given up hope at all. In fact, you were actively chasing any guy who caught your fancy, in the hope it would happen. You had currently been crushing on one guy for over a year now. Ryo Sakurai. He wasn't in your class, neither this year or the previous one, but the two of you had been the only first years back at the art club, so you hung out during club activities. And, unfortunately... "Looking nice today as usual." It resulted in THAT. You glared as you turnt around at your classmate. Daiki Aomine, a simpleton who only ever had eyes for your chest, and Ryo's teammate at the basketball club, had been assigned to your class as second years. Because of your mutual acquaintance, you had caught his interest during the first day of your new school year, and he had been oggling your chest ever since. With a huff, you sat at your seat, which was right in front of him. How you hated your life.

Classes had went by with their usual monotonous pace. Almost none of the teachers at To-Oh really had a passion for their subject, and one could tell. They droned on the subject in a way that made you wonder if they were as bored being there as their students. You couldn't wait to go to art club, and you hurried your way to the club room immediately, not noticing a bored Aomine trailing behind you. You sat at your usual seat, putting your bag down and rummaging in it to find your favourite pencil brush, when it happened. The girl next to you accidentally dropped her paint all over you and your bag. You looked up, seeing a palette with way too much green paint on it that was made thinner with water, looking almost like spinache. The culprit was Eri Nakamura, a girl who irritated you to no end. She was a 3rd year, and the only one who didn't cared about art at all. Her stepfather owned some kind of advertisement company, and because Eri was his only child, he wanted her to have the proper skills to take over in case they couldn't find her a husband with the required skillset. Because illustration and photography were elements that came to play in advertisement as well, this was one of the extra curricular activities Eri was forced to participate in. Not that it garnered any sympathy, as Eri was a lazy, spoilt liar. Eri typically used the medication she took as an excuse. She'd often claim she was too tired to finish with her art because of the influence of her meds and was excused to go home earlier every single time. All of you had believed her, until Chika, your best friend who you once had confided in about Eri's superior attitude, had spotted her after school. Eri hadn't gone home, no, she had gone shopping with her big brother. And you did not believe it was just a random time where she had been lying. Last year, when the club was having an art exhibit alongside the other schools in Tokyo, she barely lifted a finger to wrap in the art projects your class would be displaying, and instead she had been on her phone and her sole focus was sewing the school's Kanji onto your club's painting approns. It had been planned on an unfortunate day, where almost nobody could actually go. Only you and Eri were available, and Ryo showed up for a few hours but needed to leave because of the Inter High. Eri left pretty quickly after Ryo did, claiming she was 'too tired' to continue. Leaving you as the only student to assist Kiryu-Sensei and his friend from his art school days that had come in assistance for the rest of the day. It had been a lot, and Kiryu-Sensei had sent you home a half hour earlier because you were about to collapse out of exhaustion. During the next art club meeting, when Kiryu-Sensei praised your efforts, Eri had butted and pointed out she had sewn the Kanji onto the approns that no one had actually worn. That moment had cemented one truth about Eri in your mind, she was the type who'd stand by to have you do all the work and then she wanted credit and praise for the one tiny thing she did, overshadowing the actual hard workers. She also often would leave her art supplies for others to clean up. You heavily disliked her. "Eh Ryo, Wakamatsu told me to...Ow," Aomine became silent as he entered the club room, taking note of you covered by watered down green paint. The entire room was silent for a moment, until Kiryu-Sensei approached you. "L/N-san, please don't panic. Does somebody had a spare change of clothes? I think it would be best for L/N-san to take a shower before the paint in her hair will dry." You tried not to panic at the reminder. Gosh, that would take forever to get out otherwise. Aomine stood beside you in an instant, surprising you. "My friend Momoi accidentally brought her spare uniform instead of her P.E. clothes today, she'll certainly allow L/N to borrow it." You blinked at your unexpected savior as you stood up, clutching your ruined school bag. "Awe, you're so sweet Aomine." Eri's nauseating voice breathed out in a flirty manner, making it even more tempting to punch her face. "Pfft. Are you going to apologize or what?" He asked at her, annoyance lacing his tone. This encounter was surprising you more with each passing second. Eri stared at him with as much shock as you felt, and turnt around to you. "Sorry L/N." You didn't believe it to be very sincere, considering drooling over Aomine had taken her priorities. "You better buy me a new bag, and pay me back the uniform costs." You huffed and spun on your heels, walking out of the room in case she wanted to protest, which you wouldn't allow her to do. No way that bitch wasn't repaying you. Aomine followed.

Aomine's earlier words had been true, Momoi had brought her spare uniform. You rinsed your hair under the showers at the girls locker room, the fumes of your anger blending in with the steam of the hot water. All the things you wanted to say to Eri were overflowing in your mind, and the frustration that you had mutual friends which ensured that you, on occasion, were forced to hang out with that stupid cunt. Her shocked and slightly dissapointed look had been the satisfying bit about your interaction with her. HAH! You viewed yourself being above the childish, 'Aomine doesn't like youuuu!', but still, somehow, him mirroring your annoyance made you feel satisfied. But why did it felt nice to have that pervert pick your side? Why did your heart flutter when he hunted down Momoi for you? Sure, he was attractive, but he was a pervert. One who'd even pointed out you weren't that far behind on Momoi in the chest departement, and seemed of a similar build so the uniform jacket wouldn't be too ridiculously big on you. You hit him when he said that, yet your cheeks were burning at the memory as you were alone with your thoughts. He was a pervert, that was for sure, yet, for some reason, he was also the guy who seemed to defend them from harm, wether bitchy girls or other perverts who couldn't keep their hands to themselves. You had seen him defend Momoi countless times. Now that you thought about it, it seemed rather intersting, almost like a paradox. 'Wait a minute, did I just thought of Daiki Aomine as interesting? That idiot?' You shook your head at the thought, water droplets flying into all directions. Yet, he seemed to seep in through the cracks of your fury, seemed to calm you down and get you to feel embarrassed at the idea he could be waiting outside of the locker room. Idea, or hope? You tried not thinking at all, and went to dress yourself. The thoughts of him only seemed to sink in further in your mind, and you tried to shoo them off. 'He's not waiting for me. I shouldn't be so silly. Why would he do that, he already fixed my issue. Besides, he had something to discuss with Ryo anyways. He mentioned Wakamatsu, so it must be about basketball.' You couldn't help but omit a small sigh, as you grabbed your ruined bag, which had dried by now, thankfully. As you made your way out of the locker room, your eyes widened upon the sight of an awaiting Aomine. You let out a small breath out of the pleasant surprise. 'Pleasant?' "Yeah, just like I thought. It's not ill-fitting." He eyed you up and down, and you looked at him. "Thank you for waiting for me, but I'm too emotionally exhausted to deal with your perversion." He chuckled, giving you a small smirk. "Don't worry, I won't do anything. Besides, I could have entered the locker room easily, yet I didn't, did I?" "No." "Did the paint leak through you bag?" He asked, surprising you he thought of that. "No," you answered once more, but with a slight smile on your face this time. "Good." His expression softened and your heart fluttered, your smile widening. 'Does Aomine actually have a soft side to him?' You wondered, as you searched his blue eyes for sincerity. 'They're actually a really nice kind of blue...' And as you looked into those eyes, allowing yourself to see Aomine without the usual judgement and caution, it happened. "Rehl?" He asked, his lips quirking up. "Imo?" You asked, the name coming to you all of a sudden before you began giggling out of happiness. Aomine was smiling broadly at you. "This is great. I had always been worried I'd Recognize a flatchest." You hit him, but more softly then you usually would do. "Go out with me on a date before you start making such comments. I told you I'm not in the mood, and Recognition did NOT change my mind." "Sure babe." He carried a stupid, happy grin on his face, but as you thought about it, you imagined you probably had the same expression on your face. "Do you have anything on Saturday?" You inquired. "I do now." He winked, and you giggled in response, high on the happiness. 'Seems I judged him too quickly. All this time of searching, yet judging him by his cover was the one hindrance.' You gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry, for judging you too quickly." His cheeks carried a slight twinge of red as he escorted you back to the art club. As he talked with Ryo about the training camp the coach was planning, he kept glancing at you. Your cheeks were as red as his, no doubt. That's just the feeling, of finding true love.

#aomine #kurokos basketball aomine #aomine daiki x reader #aomine x y/n #knb #kuroko's basketball #soulmate #elfquest #recognition #paint #ryo sakurai #momoi satsuki

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ferg0s · 2 years

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ + ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ, ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ, (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏʟ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

[AN: my uni just started to updates might be slow. the beginning is a little show because i just want the plot laid out. thank you so much for all the support on this! i didn't think this would get that much traction but it makes me so happy!]

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

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Shintaro watched you as you sat in front of the vanity mirror, the lights along the mirror illuminating your face as you gently rubbed in the moisturizer on your face. Your hand reached over to close the lid of the moisturizer jar, gliding past the products in front of it as if they had never existed. He hated that. Every time you reached past the plethora of makeup products displayed on the vanity table, he felt a punch in his gut. He had spent hundreds, even thousands, to get you the most high-end makeup. Gucci, Dior, Chanel. Every luxury brand that existed on the market, yet you reached over for a generic drug store tube of lipstick each time. You wore the plain nude shade, barely visible on your lips. Despite the many vibrant, bright and dark colours in front of you, your hand always made its way to the nude shade. He had suggested and even begged you to wear more - a little mascara or eye shadow - but you refused. Every time it was the same lipstick—no matter where you were going. Just like your choice in colours, Shintaro began to find you… boring. Dull. Plain. Uninteresting. He hated it, and in a way, hated you—your simplicity. You never wore the racy lingerie he got you - aside from special occasions, but even those had become rare. Life with you had started to become a chore: the same routine, the same conversations - you'd ask about his day, ask what tea he would like to drink, ask about coworkers - it was like being trapped in a loop. Because of your simplicity, it was easy to notice every detail about you - if you switched to a new perfume, shampoo, and clothes. So when he saw the one vibrant red lipstick tube out of its usual place, he immediately knew what was happening. He cleared his throat as he tightened his tie, fixing his suit in the floor-length mirror. The joint walk-in closet was pretty spacious, with enough room for your vanity table and enough space for him to get ready. It was your idea to have that. You had said that it brought you closer, that it was a very intimate gesture to get in front of each other. "You finally wore that Dior lipstick, huh?" He spoke up, not looking away from the mirror. "Yes. It's a lovely colour." Shintaro was taken aback. He didn't expect you to reply so quickly - actually, he didn't expect you to reply at all. He turned towards you. You had your jewelry box open and were going through it, trying to find a pair of earrings. The event was black-tie, so he assumed you would wear the pearl earring his mother had gotten you - making him confused as to why you were going through the jewelry box since you kept the pearl earrings on the ceramic tray by your perfumes. He inhaled. He knew why the lipstick was out of place - a reason that made his stomach uneasy - but he couldn't muster up the courage to say it, to hear those words come out of his mouth. "Have you seen my Swarovski set? The one with the necklace-" "Who is he?" Shintaro asked, turning towards you. You didn't turn around, staring at his reflection in the mirror in front of you. You stared into his green eyes, seeing rage beginning to frost his vision. You took a deep breath and looked down at the jewelry box, keeping your composure. "I thought you we weren't gonna tell," You replied as you closed the jewelry box, getting up from the chair and walking to one of the closest to your right. "I remember you explicitly laying out rules about this," You opened the closet door and began to push back the few boxes on the shelf in the closet. You paused to pull out a velvety box from the back, smiling before turning around and walking to the vanity. "Or does that only apply to you and the coworkers you fuck?" You asked as you opened the box. Shintaro took in a deep breath. He turned around and began to fidget with his cuffs, looking at his reflection and trying to regulate his breathing. "Is she going to be there?"

"y/n-" "Is she?" "What's gotten into you?!"

It took a moment for Shintaro to realize that he had raised his voice. He turned to you, face feeling flushed and heart thumping in his chest. Your eyes hadn't left the mirror, watching as you put in the stud for the earrings.

"Uber back," You said as you closed the purple box in front of you. "I'm taking the car."

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There were only three rules to your arrangement.

Not with anyone you know. Not in the house. Not revealing anything. You figured Shintaro made those rules under the guise that you wouldn't participate - how could you, a doting wife like you, participate in such an act? - or at least, the version of you that Shintaro liked thought that.

You wanted to have hope that by the end of the arrangement, you would be back to normal, putting this whole thing behind and moving on - but the more it went on, the more that vision faded.

None of you had followed the rules. You could smell Mei around the house, thankful that Shintaro had the decency not to fuck his mistress on your bed. You weren't a saint either, fucking your husband's friends on the kitchen counter before going and sleeping next to your husband as if nothing happened. The only rule yet to be broken was the last one—not telling each other anything. But what was the point when you knew that your husband was fucking his younger coworker on the same couches he sat down and had tea with you on?

You'd had enough.

You had Daiki's number from the times he'd babysat Kota. Too nervous to call, you sent a text.

'r u free tonight?'

Immediately you got a reply.

'i'm free after 6.'

'come to my place at 6:30. shintaro is out for a meeting.'

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babydaddyleorio · 11 months

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𝙄𝙩 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡 ➩ 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2

You stood outside your dorms with your arms folded over your chest and feet thumping against the concrete. The breeze was heavy as you waited for Dev which caused you to wrap your shawl tighter over your chilled skin.

After that encounter with Aomine, there was an awkward and sort of hostile energy floating in the atmosphere of your room. You didn’t know what you could’ve done to make your roommate so cold towards you, but after a while, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the matter either. So you got dressed, grabbed your shit, and left without a word.

“Hey, you okay?” You heard a voice come from beside you. Dev adjusted their jean jacket while quickly fluffing out their hair puff as they stepped closer. You peered up from your phone and nodded with a heavy sigh.

Dev gave you one look and frowned.

“It was that bad, huh?”

“So much for having a great roommate.” You mumbled, slightly disappointed. Dev sent you a sympathetic look as you guys walked towards the gymnasium, already seeing a swarm of people travel in your direction as well.

“Sorry to hear that.” Dev shook their head. “Both of them sound like complete assholes, honestly.”

“Yeah, but it’s whatever. I don't want to let them ruin my night. We’re going to have fun regardless.”

And you meant that. Though, if there were a problem, you would’ve preferred for your roommate to come directly to you to talk it out. But you're also not going to beg for an explanation, especially with how her attitude was set up.

You could hear the upbeat sound of trumpets and cheerleaders’ mantras as you walked in the gym’s double doors, and wow was the stadium huge. Basketball must’ve been the sport that brought in the big bucks with the way this place was looking.

Though, the downside was the place was so crowded that it was nearly impossible to find seats.

“Do you see anything?” You asked while craning your neck, but Dev shook their head.

“We should’ve come earlier. The stands fill up quickly, especially when The Generations of Miracles are playing.”

Your gaze slid to the side, and by some miraculous feat, you managed to pick up on two empty seats. Your eyes lit up as you tugged Dev’s arm and speed walked over there, but two guys abruptly shoved you to the side and sat down in the seats you had mentally claimed.

You sucked your teeth.

“Excuse me, but we were about to sit there.”

“Yeah? Well, you snooze, you lose.” They snickered while plopping down, fist bumping at their corny comment. You sighed before rolling your eyes.

“That was rude, especially because you pushed us.”

“Yeah? Well– ” The boy turned around to look at you but paused with wide eyes. “Oh, uh… sorry. We’ll leave.” The boy grabbed his friend by his hood and tugged him up so that you and Dev could sit down.

You raised your eyebrow before lowering yourself and Dev looked at you in disbelief.

“Tuh, If that’s not pretty privilege, I don't know what is.” Dev snorted before sliding down beside you.

“At least we got courtside seats.” You shrugged as you settled into the chair.

As you got yourself situated, you felt your pocket buzz and you quickly took out your phone. You sucked in a breath once you read the name that popped up. It was your ex from back home and you long-pressed the notification to see the preview.

hey, you really left without telling me? - delivered 8:15 pm

i know you see my texts. this isn’t funny. - delivered 9:49

can you please just answer me, baby… i swear on everything im sorry. - delivered 10:20 pm

You immediately swiped to the left and deleted all the messages that were on your lock screen. You weren’t about to open old wounds. This was a new start for you and you refused to let your past ruin it.

“The game is starting.” Dev nudged you and you slipped your phone back into your pocket as the lights dimmed. The upbeat music started playing again before strobe lights came and a spotlight fell on the entrance of the court.

“Oh, they went all out.” You mumbled with raised eyebrows.

“Introducing the Generation of Miracles!”

You were already aware of who most of the players were since you had seen them in the courtyard earlier that day, but your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets once you saw the new member appear on the big screen in front of you.

“No freaking way.” You slowly spoke with squinted eyes. “That’s him.”

Dev turned to look at you in question. “What are you talking about?”

“Aomine plays for the basketball team?” You slowly turned in your seat.

Dev snorted. “Yeah, and he’s pretty good at it too.”

Dev suddenly realized that you never mentioned the guy’s name that had been giving you problems, and once she got wind of your unamused expression, the pieces starting sliding together. “Don’t tell me he’s the one that’s been messing with you.”

You plopped your drink’s straw in your mouth, silently sulking as you slid down in your seat.

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#kurokos basketball #kuroko no basket #kuroko’s basketball #kuroko no basquet #knb #knb imagines #knb x reader #knb aomine #aomine knb #Aomine #aomine daiki #aomine headcanons #aomine x reader #aomine daiki x reader #kurokos basketball aomine #aomine fluff #kuroko no basket aomine #aomine daiki headcanons #aomine x you

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eunoiaaaivy · 1 year

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- ♡︎ YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D DO FOR YOU

-cw: angst, character death, suicide mentions, hurt no comfort.

-aomine x reader

-a/n: to be honest, i don't think this is really sad at all.

Dear Aomine,

Hi love, I've written this message for you, maybe you've noticed my tears and I know you won't miss the spots but it's still a bit sad, right? Love, it isn't your fault okay? I love you very much by all means. You did everything in your power to make me feel loved. You're my home, my warm fresh breath of air, you're the sun and light in my life. I'm grateful for you, words can't describe the feeling I get when you kiss me. Or the euphoria of butterflies when you tell me that you love me. You may be stubborn sometimes and very tempered and hot headed but you're still my Aomine. My one and only love, the only person who didn't use me for my body. The only person who didn't use me to gain advantages or privileges. The person who only willingly loved me, the person who- even in my darkest times, you were the light at the end of the tunnel. My only motivation in life and my greatest love. My greatest love, who despite having this bad boy and playboy aura, loved me so endearingly and preciously. The person who became the definition of love, the person who became home to me. We weren't perfect at all, and we both know but our love was stronger. We fight, like normal couples do but the moment you hug my waist in the middle of the night and say goodnight and I'm sorry had me coming back to you. It saddens me that I've come to terms to write this letter for you, for I know that I won't be with you the moment I wake up, and I'm sorry for my selfishness. I'm also sorry for the pain I've brought but I'm just so tired. I know you're tired too, but you're much stronger than me. You are the definition of bravery and strength in my vocabulary book, the bravest guy I've dated and loved. I love you too soooo much baby, my words are running out on how to describe it for you. You are my first greatest love and you will be my last. I love you forever my beloved Daiki. I will continue to be in your heart forever. Love you.

-sincerely, [name]

And dang, did it hurt. You were gone. Gone from his grasp, gone from his hold forever. Aomine will surely miss your tender smiles only reserved for him, or the way you also sent a euphoria of butterflies in his stomach. He won't hear your i love you's forever, for you have decided to end your life. And you were gone. Gone, gone, gone. Gone from his touch. Gone from this world. You were his only source of happiness here, not even basketball can satisfy it. It was you all along who he loved. The everlasting love he had for you. As Aomine closed your letter, he closed his eyes and his arms over his eyes. To outsiders, it may seem like he's just sleeping but if you look closely you could see the silent tears there. For he had lost you. His one and only greatest love. You don't know what he'd do for you. His one and only.

© Astaaaaa. Please do not steal my works or plots. This is a work of fiction and is not associated with the real anime/manga/manhwa plot. If anyone has done this before please tag me! Thank you very much! Reblogs are appreciated and thank you very much for reading!

#knb #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #aomine imagines #aomine x you #aomine x reader #kuroko no basket aomine #aomine x black reader #kurokos basketball aomine #aomine x y/n #aomine angst #angst #knb kuroko #kurokos basketball #the basketball which kuroko plays

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bakiuwu · 1 year

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LIKE WHA HAPPEN 😭😭

#kuroko no basket #knb #kurokos basketball aomine #knb aomine #aomine daiki #I FUCKING HATED HIM WHEN I FIRST STARTED THIS SHOW

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t-marveland · 8 months

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𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐍𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭 | kagami taiga

Kagami Taiga x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 67

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Tu étais une étudiante étrangère tout droit venue de France alors pour toi le lycée au Japon était bien différent de ce que tu connaissais. Cependant, lorsque tu vis un garçon d'au moins un mètre quatre-vingt-dix traverser les couloirs sur les mains, tu compris rapidement que c'était encore plus bizarre que ce que tu avais imaginé.

❝━Où est-ce que je suis tombée ?❞

#x reader #reader insert #gif imagine #anime x reader #kuroko x reader #kurokos basketball aomine #knb kuroko #kuroko no basquet #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #knb #kuroko no basuke #kagami taiga

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eiflawriting · 2 years

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“𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆—𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆.”

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝑨𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒌𝒊 8/31

#anime #kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basket #kuroko aomine #knb aomine #aomine daiki #kuroko no basket aomine #kurokos basketball aomine

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junjichi2212 · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Aomine !

#aomine daiki #kuroko no basket #knb fanart #art #digital art #digital painting #my art blog #kurokos basketball aomine

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13wishespls · 2 years

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I’m always complaining about how I’m single

*boy approches me*

Me: he doesn’t hold a candle to Nanami , Levi , Itachi , Gogo , Toji , Howls , Jean , Ichigo , Kakashi , Aomine , the list goes on …

#jjk toji #anime #jjk #jjk gojo #kurokos basketball aomine #knb kuroko #aot fandom #levi ackerman #howlscastle #kakashi

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chifuyumat277 · 2 years

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🏀Daiki Aomine🏀

#anime #anime edit #daiki aomine #kuroko no basket aomine #kurokos basketball aomine #fanart

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obsessiveformiyatwins · 1 year

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Meu coração se aquece a ver que esse sorriso de volta!

Daiki é um exemplo de que de nada adianta treinar o corpo se a mente continuar fraca e fragmentada!

#kuroko no basketball #aomine daiki #kurokos basketball aomine

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teamatsumu · 8 months

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how GoM react to you wearing their jersey to a game

-> AOMINE DAIKI:

You knew he wouldn't show up to the game, as per usual. But this time would be different.

This time, while you stood over his lazy, napping form on the school roof, you had promised him that if he showed up, there would be a surprise waiting for him.

That caught his attention, as you knew it would. He was skeptical on the inside though. What could possibly be good enough to make him stay for a whole game, start to finish?

He did not expect to hear you scream his name from the stands during warm ups, breath hitching when he caught sight of you in his jersey.

You had put it on over your sweater, grinning wide as you pointed at the number and mouthed ‘surprise’. It made aomine blink and gulp.

You had worn his clothes before, but never his jersey. He felt his skin tingle in a foreign feeling of possessiveness. That was his number on your chest.

Aomine turned around and walked to the coach. “Put me in at the beginning of the game.”

His teammates gawked at him. Aomine? Willing to play? No, not just willing. Eager. This was unprecedented.

You however, were giggling in the stands, knowing exactly what his motivation to play today was.

-> KISE RYOTA:

Kise’s fans often showed up in his jersey number for games, giggling and squealing in the stands and saying his name to get his attention during warm ups. But you, you were different.

For one, you were dating. For another, you weren’t just wearing a jersey with his number on it. You were wearing his personal jersey. Tailored to him and swimming over your small frame.

You grinned when he noticed the jersey on you before the game in the hallway. He bit his lip and hid a smile.

“You wore it for me?” He tilted his head, trying to hold back from cooing all over you. You looked so cute.

“Yeah. To support you. I see all your fans do it.” You shrugged like it was no big deal. It was a big deal though, at least to Kise.

He stepped forward and smacked a sloppy kiss on your cheek, made you squeal and wipe it off in mock disgust. It didn’t bother Kise though. He was on cloud nine just looking at you wearing his clothes.

-> MIDORIMA SHINTARO:

His brain short circuits when he sees you.

Next, a million thoughts hit him all at once.

First of all, how did you even get your hands on his jersey? And how had he not noticed a missing jersey from his closet?

(You were sneaky and crafty usually, so it wasn’t too surprising)

Second of all, how did orange look so good on you?

“What is the meaning of this?” He scowls at you, making you giggle and skip closer to him. Midorima fought to keep a straight face. You were glowing.

“I know you have your lucky object with you,” you eyed the humongous hourglass figurine in his hand. “But I thought it would be nice to have a little extra luck.”

He felt his lips twitch, the muscles of his shoulders relax. He hadn’t realized he was about to walk out to court while being so stiff.

He pouted at you and looked away when he caught your teasing gaze, looking away with heated cheeks. “Thanks for the luck.”

You giggled again and planted a kiss on his jaw, turning around to the hall which lead to the stands.

“See you after the game, Shin.” You called back. Midorima allowed his lips to tilt upwards as he watched you leave.

-> MURASAKIBATA ATSUSHI:

I’m gonna say it, he doesn’t think it’s too big a deal.

Not the jersey itself, but he is more affected by the fact that you’re wearing his clothes at all. Because they are huge on you.

You’re swimming in it, dwarfed by the sheer amount of fabric. If he didn’t like the look so much, he would laugh.

But he loved it. Loved seeing you in the stands, perking up and grinning at him whenever he looked up at you and met your eyes.

The white and purple looked great on you, made you stand out in the crowd and put you in the center of his vision. What a view to have during the game.

Him putting in more effort on the court was all because it made you cheer for him and stand taller. He could give less of a shit about the actual game or the end result.

Rest assured, he will be subtly hinting at you to wear more of his clothes, jersey or otherwise.

-> AKASHI SEIJUROU:

Akashi’s actions make it abundantly clear that he is very territorial of you.

You are his. No one else has rights to you the way he does.

Now imagine him seeing you at a game, which he knows is also being attended by his peers, underclassmen, opponents and other acquaintances, knowing you are in his jersey.

His number on your chest and back, his school colors enveloping your frame.

Everyone would know you were his. And that sense of power made him feel things.

His piercing gaze finds you in the stands, the uptick of his lips and the satisfied look on his face was enough for you to squirm. Oh he liked what he saw.

He gives you a harsh kiss in the hall when the game ends, and an approving once over that fills you with glee.

With zero words, Akashi has ensured that you would show up to all his games from now on with his jersey on your back.

#kuroko no basket #generation of miracles #knb #kise ryota #kise ryota x reader #aomine daiki #aomine daiki x reader #murasakibara x reader #murasakibara atsushi #midorima shintaro x reader #midorima x reader #akashi seijirou #akashi seijuurou x reader #generation of miracles headcanons #knb headcanons #kuroko's basketball #knb fanfic

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amateurasterism · 1 year

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everyone knew he was attractive. he knew it too, because every year on february 14th he dreaded opening his locker. dreaded the absurd amount of chocolates and tacky gifts that he never understood why obsessive classmates would spend time to make for a blatant and dull person like him. he doesn’t even think any of him have seen him smile. but after meeting a certain someone, he added two very important steps to his valentines day routine. before giving the gigantic bag of gifts to his eager friends, he sorted through every single one in search of his favorite candy bar he only told you about, always wrapped in a slip of bright pink paper because you wanted to blend in with the other gifts. as if he couldn’t tell it was your handwriting in which the paper read “never forget how proud i am of you.” as if he didn’t know you were the only one out of a hundred chocolates who would write such a message that belonged on the pin board above his desk because it reminded him that you were the only person who loved him under his gorgeous looks, who saw him for the work he put into the things he loved. and thus, his last step on valentines day was to take a photo of the half-eaten candy bar and send it to you with a message that reads “should’ve given it to me face-to-face, coward.” to which you would respond with “i could say the same thing about the chocolate covered-strawberries you made for me. if you’re not confident in how they taste, should’ve just told me.”

ITOSHI SAE, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento,TSUKISHIMA KEI, kageyama tobio, suna rintaro, iwaizumi hajime, MIDORIMA SHINTARO, aomine daiki, akutagawa ryunoske, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, levi ackerman

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