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#aomine being a good friend
snoozu · 1 year
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when will ppl get a fucking clue
#we’ve been here before too !!!!!#uGDHSH#Its that time of year again folks. where i realize that my friends (rlly only one in particular) kinda suck !!!#last night me n the hs friends went to some haunted houses#the haunted house experiences themselves were very fun ! i had a good time !! but the car ride there and back and dinner was just so.#1) boring and 2) just. frustrating#i love my best friend okay. i think she is genuinely funny and kind and we get along really great. But i dont think i like. the other one.#whenever we’re together she always seems to make fun of me for the same things over and over . she loooves making jokes about how im#a fruity kpoppie who can’t drive#and on the surface. yeah ! sure! those are mildly true statements about me ! but with the AMOUNT of times she pokes fun at those things it#makes me think that she actually just doesnt like me. and that its for those reasons#and its not like im against teasing. Teasing is imo a very sincere form of love. To know someone well enough that you can laugh at the silly#little behaviors that they have with them is a wonderful thing!! But theres a difference between me teasing my mom for the way she says Hill#and you constantly making me feel like a loser because of my music taste n interests and whatEVER . At that point its not poking fun. you#are not pointing out the little things about me that you find endearing:#you are being a fucking asshole. and a boring one too. how bland to take the easiest most low hanging fruit there is to offer.#and there is NO room to be just. fucking silly. theres no fucking around with her . its all just talking shit on ppl we went to hs with and#being mean! n im sick of it !! Its so WEIRD bc /I/ will make jokes about my favorite animes being silly and ridiculous and batshit crazy. bc#its FUNNY. because the frame of aomine stopping the ignite pass is fucking HILARIOUS. but instead of acknowleding that and laughing along w#me . u choose to laugh at mE for liking something??? that is silly ??? what is your deal?? I really dont get it. i dont know if i ever said#or did something that would make her just. do shit like this. but like. idk. i feel like its not just me either. I think she makes fun of#my best friend for very surface level things as well. I just. im tired. its not like i can’t take a joke but at what point is it still#a joke?? at what point are you just hammering in the fact that you dont like those things about me?#anywsy#i think i will be avoiding her as much as possible in the next few months <3#best friends wedding is in march. after that? probably will not be talking to her ever again#rant
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kaiijo · 4 months
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FRIENDS TO LOVERS — [KNB]
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characters: aomine daiki, midorima shintarou, hanamiya makoto content: gn! reader, reader has implied tieable hair in midorima’s, toxicity (it’s hanamiya, no one is surprised) notes: scenarios inspired by prompt list here
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aomine daiki ✶
aomine yawns again as he reclines against your pillows, sitting up only to peer at you. you’re working on homework that’s due in a couple of days, headphones covering your ears. you promised that you’ll order in food and play super smash bros with him when you finished, but it’s nearing eight and you’re still hunched over a problem set.
aomine groans loudly, “are you even close to being done?”
you move one headphone cup off. “i would be closer if you didn’t interrupt me every ten minutes.”
“i didn’t ask to hang out just to sit around.”
you roll your eyes. “you can go if you want, daiki.”
he sits up fully now, moving to the edge of your bed. “why’re you even doing this? s’not due ‘til friday.”
“some of us want to be good students.” you slide your headphones back on and turn back to scribbling out complicated equations on paper.
a couple of minutes pass again and instead of asking you anything, aomine stands up and shuffles behind you, reaching around and snatching the paper from underneath you. “hey!” you protest, shooting up from your seat and tearing off your headphones. “give it back, daiki.”
“no, you said you’d be done, like, two hours ago.”
“i swear i’m almost done!” you make a lunge for it and aomine just holds it above his head, his long arm adding to his already-massive height.
“no.” he smirks at the way your eyes furrow and your cheeks puff out. your head tilts to the left, and he knows that you’re thinking. he’s sure you’re going to try and jump of it again, so as a show, he stretches up further, the hem of his shirt lifting slightly. he swears he catches your eyes flickering down and something in his body sings a song of triumph and satisfaction at the motion. he can’t say why.
what you do next though is nothing that he expects. you stand on your toes, rest your hands delicately on his shoulders, and gaze up at him through your lashes. he startles; there’s something so… heated about your expression, about those half-lidded eyes.
“daiki,” you say softly. it’s almost hypnotic, the way you say his name, and he’s watching you with one raised eyebrow. the tips of his ears feel like they’re on fire.
he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing as his arm lowers, heading for the dip of your waist. he only snaps out of it at your victorious cry. “ha!” you take advantage of his still half-dazed state and push him firmly out of your bedroom door, closing it. the lock clicks into place and he hears you call on the other side, “one more problem, daiki, i promise. be a dear and set up smash in the living room?”
he walks down your hall automatically, the fire-like feeling spreading to his neck.
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midorima shintarou ✶
takao holds up a porcelain statue of a cat. “what about this?’
“takao, what about that screams ‘midorima shintarou?’”
takao shrugs. “i don’t know, maybe it’ll be december 25th’s lucky item. does oha asa put out horoscopes ahead of time?”
“no, that’s why he listens every morning when it airs,” you reply, setting down a teapot from a bigger set. you thank the tired-looking cashier, who just waves drowsily as you two exit the shop.
the two of you have been shopping all day for midorima’s christmas present, wandering all over japan and into various tchotchke stores to look. he’s a notoriously hard person to please, especially with gifts, and neither of you want a repeat of the ‘grey’s anatomy incident’ where four people got midorima the same book last holiday season when he announced his intention to go to medical school. nor do any of you want to get that look from him that struggles to look somewhat grateful while being very, very obviously displeased.
“we’ve been walking all day!” takao whines, clutching his stomach as it lets out an ungodly rumble. you check your watch; you two have been out for at least four hours. you point at a small diner boasting american food. “would you be okay with that?”
“i’d eat you right now if you’d let me.”
you snort, “hard pass. come on.”
the hostess sits you two at a booth and you shrug off your heavy winter coats. you pick up a menu and glance over it, but when you go to ask takao what he’ll be getting and if he wants to split a large order of assorted fries with you, you see he’s not looking at the menu.
you definitely do not like the way takao is eying you right now. “what?” you ask defensively, hands flying to the top of your head to try and pet down at hair you presume has been ruined by your excursion. “do i look bad or something?”
“is that shin-chan’s sweater?”
fuck. you had forgotten about pulling on one of the sweaters midorima left at your house the last time you studied together. it’s insanely soft — a mix of gray wool and cashmere — not to mention extremely cozy and warm. you tried to return it to midorima before but he just pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and huffed, “wear it until you get proper sweaters. no, sweatshirts don’t count.”
you internally groan. you don’t need takao on your ass again about whether or not you’re sure you and midorima aren’t dating or if you like him like that. honestly, the only reason you haven’t given him a certain yes or no is because… you don’t really know yourself.
you don’t have proper time to answer before the bell to the restaurant chimes and you see very recognizable green hair. of all the time and places he has to show up. (well, he did text you this morning that your zodiac sign was the least lucky and to wear a blue watch in order to improve your fortune; you should’ve found the watch.)
“oh! shin-chan!” takao waves him over, giving you a sly look. “we were just talking about—” takao’s stupid hawk-eyes zero in on midorima’s wrist as he tugs off his gloves. he looks way too please with himself as he asks, “shin-chan, is that they’re hair tie?”
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hanamiya makoto ✶
hanamiya steps out of the locker room shower, cracking his knuckles as he makes his way to his locker to dry off and change. he rolls his shoulders, toweling off his hair as he changes back into his school uniform. yamazaki and hara a prattling away, snickering under their breaths about the injuries they inflicted: sprained ankle, a hairline fracture, a minor concussion.
hanamiya doesn’t even turn around as he growls, “can you two shut up?”
to just bug him more, hara pops his gum. loudly. “who pissed in your cereal, captain?”
furihara drones, “you were sloppier today. almost got fouled by the ref.”
hanamiya doesn’t reply, yanking the knot of his tie down furiously. “fuck off.”
hara lets out a low whistle and seto asks, “does this have to do with your little friend? they got a boyfriend, right?”
hanamiya lets out a long breath through his nose and he spins around to face his teammate. “for now,” he says, slamming his locker shut.
“you got a plan, captain?” asks yamazaki as he digs through his duffel bag.
“when do i not?”
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you greet hanamiya’s mother with a thin smile when she opens the door. her face lights up when she sees you and she pulls you into a warm hug, telling you that hanamiya’s in his bedroom and that you could go right up.
you wonder if she can see the glossy film to your eyes or if she was polite enough not to comment on it.
hanamiya’s sitting at his desk, head propped up on his knuckle. he languidly flips through pages but you know he’s not really reading the material. he’ll get away with it too and get an a anyways, the bastard. he glances at you. “you look like shit.”
usually, you could banter with him. it’s why your friendship works; you have a thicker skin than most and you give just as good as you take, especially when it comes to hanamiya’s sneering, half-joking insults. normally, you would have replied with something like “still better than you,” but instead, your frayed nerves snap and you feels the hot tears start rolling down your cheeks.
hanamiya’s simpering expression sobers up and he sighs heavily, ushering you to sit on the bed. “why’re you crying?”
you sniffle and tell him that the guy you’ve been seeing from your literature class broke up with you. just out of the blue told you that you two wanted different things and you were going to colleges in different areas and that wouldn’t work and he was sorry and… that’s all you gleaned because his words were so rushed as he scurried off as fast as he could.
hanamiya’s brow furrows sympathetically and he draws you into a hug, saying, “i told you i didn’t like that guy. fuck him.”
you sink into his arms. “yeah,” you mutter, “fuck him.”
as you relax against him, hanamiya can’t help but smirk to himself in satisfaction. someone who runs off after a little confrontation doesn’t deserve anything from you.
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cloudyzeusy · 4 months
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Not quite what they seem ||
pairing: aomine x top male reader
warnings: sex in school,role reversal
Popular! Aomine who everyone expects to be this tough and super masculine guy. Yet they don't know he bottoms for the quiet nerdy guy that people barely pay attention to. They don't that (name) has a big ass cock and knows how to use it nor that he is fucking handsome and funny as hell.
But Aoimine does and thats why he dating him after all...
When his friends spot him pulling (name) into the bathroom they all assume he's being bullied. When thats far from the truth.
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"Hurry up (name)." Daiki groaned helping him pull his trousers down faster.
"I''ve never seen you this desperate for my cock before." I grinned making Daiki glare at him.
"Shut u-." He began to say it would have been more threatening if he currently wasn't being fingered.
I inserted another finger scissoring him open curling your fingers hitting his prostrate making him moan out loud.
"please~ please more." He whispered cock leaking and i obliged i couldnt act like i couldnt wait to get inside his perfect ass.
He leaned on the stall as he waited in bated breath as i eased into him filling him up completely and shit did he feel so good around me. I couldn't hold myself back before grabbing his waist fucking into him.
"Augh fe-feels so good." He moans as he gets fucked harshly.
"You're meant for this aren't you. Meant to be a little cocksleve for me." I grunted spanking him eliciting a squeal out of him.
"yes~ mhm m' gonna cum p-please"
"Already? Whats the point of that cock if I dont even have to touch it to make you cum, huh?" I smirked watching as he flushed in humiliation squeezing around me. "come for me baby." I whispered in his ear slowly stroking his cock.
His body tenses up as he complies to my orders cumming hard he lay there limp in my arms not expecting me to continue thrusting.
"Sto-stop (name) i just came." He whined i paid him no mind as i chased my orgasm. He withered only moans coming out of his mouth as I used his body as a ragdoll.
My thrusts became more sloppy as I orgasmed filling him up pulling one more orgasm out of Daiki. I panted as I wiped my self down coming down from my high fixing my glasses.
I looked down at my boyfriend who looked a treat drool on his face, his pupils blown and hair a mess. I would go for another round if we wasn't at school.
I cleaned him up as best I could I'm a school bathroom and he let me with no argument. He was always more quiet after sex which was a good change from his usual boisterous attitude.
We may have to have sex at school more often...
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They left the bathroom not knowing that Daiki's friends heard everything and would never look at him the same.
And if Daiki walked with a limp the rest of the day they definitely didn't say anything...
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anastasiabowe · 3 months
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Ahhhhh! I'm so excited someone still writes for KnB, makes me so happy! Your fics are top notch!
Could you possibly to Aomine and Kagami (separate) reacting to their girl rapping WAP?Can be Nsfw pls? Thank you!
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"𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗔𝗬?" — Your boyfriend reacting to you singing a very... Crude song.
note: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!! I'm really shocked not a lot of knb writers write for them anymore! But thank you, and everyone for your support!
Content warnings:
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★ — 𝗔𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘
You pressed your playlist, and put it on shuffle. You started to undress as your fav song came on, WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion. Well, it’s not your favorite song, but it brings you back! You restart the song and get into the shower. The warm water instantly relaxing your muscles as you sung along with Cardi.
Aomine had just gotten home from an intense game down on the basketball courts. It was intense for the other players more so, but the game never ended until his team (more him) got to 200 points, that was the bet, which Aomine with no doubt won, 1,000 USD. His sweaty stinky body lurked up the stairs.
He could hear the shower running, and your loud voice, singing: “I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage.” And so on. His eye twitched at the words, he himself very much knowing what those mean, and doesn’t know you talked like that.
He entered the bathroom, wincing at the hit steam, himself already being so hot. You could see him coming in through the glass, but you couldn’t see the look on his face as you continued to rap, “Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me, quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me, I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be I run down on him 'fore I have a guy running me.”
The more you rapped those lyrics, the more shocked he became. Who are you? So after your little show, and you dried off in the shower, Aomine no longer was in the bathroom, no he was not. He was sitting on the bed waiting for you to come out so he can wash out that filthy little mouth of yours.
“Uh huh, wanna talk all that shit, probably don’t even know what it means, huh?” You choked on his dick as it reached the literal back of your throat. You wanted to take him how you wanted, but this wasn’t for you.
“Why you cryin’? Was talking about wanting all of this earlier! Just giving you what you want!” He pushed your head up and down, your throat spawning trying to protect its sensitive walls. Your spit was all over you lower chin and his dick. Tears spilled down your face as you felt his dick twitch.
“Take this shit.” He came into your mouth making you force yourself off of him and you coughed. He smirked, and wiped the tears from your eyes.
“Good girl.”
★ — 𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗜
Kagami laid on your shared bed, resting while you talked in the phone with your friend in the bathroom. A song started playing that nobody in their innocent mind should be singing. You started mumbling to the words as you did your post-shower care. Your friend laughed hearing you sing along with the song, voice much louder.
She pointed out how you sang it, “stop singing about what you want and go get it, he’s literally a door away.” She joked, but that wasn’t very funny to you. “Yeah, but he’s not really into that..” you sighed, and she bursted out laughing mocking you.
Once you got off the phone with her and headed out of the bathroom, Kagami’s chest hit your face. You winced and got ready to yell at him, but before you could he picked you up and pushed you against the wall, you practically sitting on his shoulders. He pushed your panties to the side and began to eat you out
“Kagami, chill!” You moaned as he ate you out. He was grunting like a fucking hungry dog, and you couldn’t help but wonder what got him like this.
You didn’t wonder long, you soon were pulling his red locks as you came for the 3rd time. He flicked his tongue in your bud, making you scream in overstimulation.
He brought you over to the bed and laid you down. He removed your panties, and spit on his dick.
“Could have told me you wanted to do more than what we usually do. A song shouldn’t have decided that.” He slowly pushed in, knowing you weren’t all too familiar with his size. He started thrusting, and you smiled, thinking to yourself,
“Thank you Cardi and Megan.”
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b0ther · 15 days
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ain't even jealousy
you fucking hate the basketball team, but there's no one you hate more than aomine.
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pairing : aomine daiki x reader (feminine pronouns. afab) rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content) type : chaptered tags : aomine is a bully im not even kidding he is quite cruel, porn with PLOT, reader is besties with satsuki, reader also has a crush on imayoshi, reader also was wakamatsu's ex, hate sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, vaginal penetration, thigh fucking, semi-clothed sex, some slutshaming going on here, reader has big tits, slight dubcon. word count : 4,323
author's note : title from 'want u back' by cher lloyd. this is comissioned by a dear friend. hope you enjoy mwah. this first chapter (and whole fic im ngl) is centered around the onsen episode.
( masterlist │ ask/request │ ao3 )
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After a long and hard day at school, all that you ever really want to do is to quickly get to your part-time job and finish up your shift. Perhaps you can get some convenient store food after that, or go straight home to shower and rest.
Whatever it is that you daydreamed of, it wasn't this.
Satsuki calls out to you, her voice soft against the bristling wind with her lithe arms circle around yours as you try to walk away, dragging her body forcefully with you. She whines your name over and over again, over the beating speaker against your ears before you finally had enough, ripping your headphones off your head, turning to face her.
“Satsuki!” You try to sound stern, but you end up whining in the same tone that she used. You can only be so serious as a high school girl, after all.
Her pink strands fall against her face messily; you use your other hand to tuck them behind her ear as she elongates the way she enunciates your name and begs, begs, begs you to listen to her. “Please! Just—”
“Satsuki!” You groan, shaking her off your body. “I’m busy. I have a part-time job, I’m failing maths, I have club activities. I can’t just… ditch everything and go !”
“You can!” It’s like she was not listening to a single word that you uttered. “It’s a month away and on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday—which you can begin asking for a leave day starting today , they will definitely let you if you do it a month in advance!—and maths!? That’s easy! I’ll teach you!”
You slant your eyes at her, arms crossing on your chest. “Alright. What about my club activities?”
“You mean your journalist club? One that encourages their members to leave their comfort zone in order to bring back interesting stories? One that basically has a crush on the basketball team?”
You roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t be dramatic.”
She gasps. “Don’t you love me!?”
“Don’t do this to me…”
“If you love me at all, you wouldn’t even think twice about going with me. Imagine me, a girl, going alone on an all-boys’ trip to some secluded place—”
“You’re being dramatic—” You tried reiterating your point.
“I’m not!” She whines, even louder this time, attracting attention from all the other Touou students around you. “You literally have nothing to lose by coming along! Give me five reasons—five good reasons—and I will literally stop bothering you.”
You shake her off again, and this time, Satsuki lets go and stumbles back a couple of steps as the mischief on her eye continues to shimmer. You have never lost an argument to Satsuki—but there is a first for everything, and you have a feeling that you are going to break some personal records today.
“First,” you take a deep breath as you hold up a finger. “Aomine’s gonna be there—”
“Perfect!” Not giving you a chance to speak, she cuts you off, eyes glimmering like starlight. “You like him!”
She strikes a nerve with this one.
One of your eyes twitches as you cross your arms under your chest. The excited smile on her face fades in an instant, recognizing in an instant that something is wrong.
Recognizing in an instant that something she should have known about is wrong.
She blinks a couple of times, trying to use all that intelligence in her head to analyse the error in what she said (which turns out pretty useless—guess all that she is good for is basketball).
“Have you been paying attention at all?” You begin to blabber after letting out a huge gasp, arms waving around in the air. “We’ve been friends for years— years ! Since the first year of middle school, and you know nothing of  my strong, burning opinion of Aomine!? Flash news, Satsuki, it’s not love!”
“You—” She stammers, “You talk about him a lot!”
“I complain about him a lot!” You correct her, blowing out air in frustration, feeling somewhat betrayed that your best friend had just accused you of liking your archnemesis… your enemy… your… your rival.
The point is! You hate him!
You would rather live in a world without television and the internet and good music if it means that you will have to never hear him say another word.
Aomine.
You shiver in annoyance.
Just saying his name irks the hell out of you. Imagining his face causes a feeling close to that of an explosion in your chest. You just wanna grab him by his face and shove him down a flight of stairs.
You cannot even count all the shitty things he did to you in high school: revealing your crush on Nijimura Shuuzou not just to the then-basketball team captain, but the entire student body; tripping you in the cafeteria multiple times; stealing your undergarments during P.E. and commenting crassly about how you were two sizes under his favourite adult model. Granted, you never told Satsuki about the last thing. That shit was just too embarrassing—you were glad that no one else was in the room when he threw your bra back at you.
Still, your frustration remains at her. Jogging down memory lane boils your wrath, and you close your eyes to calm yourself down.
He’s just a bully.
A damned bully.
And you would be damned if you are going to willingly spend your weekends in the same vicinity as him.
“Well… Dai-chan likes you!”
You roll your eyes.
Yeah, right.
You would agree if she had claimed that he found you attractive, or he thinks you’re hot. But liking you? Highly improbable—impossible, even.
Aomine Daiki does not seem like he is capable of feeling any emotion aside from boredom and mischief. The only thing he loves, or even likes, is probably his beloved Aya-chan from his gravure magazines.
You’re not even sure if he still likes basketball.
Which is a shame—seeing someone so tall gradually shrinking to the size of nothing, even if you despise the guy, the whole ordeal with whatever-the-fuck Satsuki’s basketball team went through still managed to extract some sympathy from the bottom of your heart. You’ve been paying attention to Aomine, after all, albeit not under any positive light.
“Whatever,” from past experiences, you know better than to argue against Satsuki. “I don’t care anymore. And you know what? Aomine himself and your blatant disregard of your best friend’s feelings—me!—should be enough to fit all five criterias!”
You know that look in her eyes, the way her lips press against each other and how one of her hands is clenched into a fist. 
“I’ve been friends with him for 16 years, (Y/N),” she bumps her fist against her chest in pride. “Best friends, even! I know him better than you do!”
You scoff. “People who like someone don’t bully them, Satsuki. Open your eyes.”
“He isn’t bullying you!” She groans.
“Oh, so now not only are you attempting to kidnap me, but you’re also defending my bully?”
“Argh!” Satsuki hugs your arm again, earning her a groan from you. She calls out your name again, enunciating each and every syllable. “ Pleeeaaaaseeee? You don’t have to pay a single dime! You don’t even have to see Dai-chan if you want to. Imayoshi-san will be there—you like him, right?”
You slant your eyes at her in suspicion, not buying anything she just told you. You just know that you will have to see Aomine sooner or later if you come with her to the onsen. 
“No man is ever worth that much headache, Satsuki.”
“Yeah,” she sighs, still shaking you ferociously. “But it’s Imayoshi-san!”
You decided to come along. Because of course you did.
It’s either that, or Satsuki pestering you for the rest of the month, bringing either Imayoshi or Aomine or whoever she thinks will get your attention.
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And Imayoshi Shouichi? Sure. He’s hot as hell.
But is he worth dealing with Aomine?
You like to think not.
Satsuki dragged you along to a basketball team meeting—the one that would be discussing the practice trip and the whole onsen ordeal.
It wasn’t like you needed to be there at all. You know just a little more than the average person about basketball. All that you were preparing for the onsen was your clothes and deciding whether it’s you or Satsuki who should be bringing her hairdryer.
“Why me?” You said, crossing your arms when the attention of the entire basketball team was redirected towards you, and Imayoshi laughed. The only problem they were facing was convincing Aomine to come along.
And you were happy with not being the babysitter. You were happy with twiddling your skirt as you sat on the edge of the stage of the hall, scrolling down your social media timeline as the team argued on how to get that blue-haired freak into coming.
That was until Satsuki ruined your afternoon by offering up your name.
To your surprise, everyone in the team seemingly agreed almost immediately to offer you as a sacrificial lamb to feed Aomine’s ego and coax him to at least come to the trip.
“He likes you,” Wakamatsu scoffed when you asked why, and you glared at him, but said nothing. Out of respect, you guess, to the upperclassman. It’s not like you respect him, though. You’re on bad terms with a lot of the basketball team, but no matter your disagreements with Wakamatsu, you will never dislike him the way you loathe Aomine.
“He does have a soft spot for you,” Imaoyshi mused as he flashed you a smile—and lord , you cannot say no to Imayoshi. Especially when he’s being so nice.
You saw Satsuki smirking from the corner of your eyes and internally cursed her.
That was how you found yourself climbing the ladder leading to the rooftop. 
And that was how you found Aomine with one hand between his backpack and head, and the other holding an obscene magazine.
He doesn’t even spare you a single glance—probably thought you were another manager or even worse: Satsuki again. But the moment you open your mouth to call out to him, his head snaps in your direction, an eyebrow raised in amusement as he pushes himself to rest his body against his elbows.
“What are you doing here?”
You try not to let your rage spill. You try to keep the boiling water down. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and continue to climb the ladder before approaching him.
Think rational, you think to yourself, he hadn’t even said anything yet.
“The Captain wants to see you,” you manage to say between your gritted teeth, staring down at him before looking away. Imayoshi didn’t ask you to make Aomine see him, but Aomine probably respects Imayoshi more than you, so you try to throw him under the bus just to get out of the situation quicker.
“Imayoshi-san?” He frowns before repeating his initial question: “What the fuck are you doing here?”
I want to punch him.
“You own this roof or something?”
“Calm down,” he scoffs, tilting his head before eyeing your body up and down. You shift your weight into your other leg, ignoring the uneasy feeling on the pit of your stomach. “I just wanted to know.”
Sighing, you glance up at the sunny sky, sweat starting to form on the base of your neck and you are dying to leave at that very moment. You shelter your eyes from the sunlight, despite finding it more appealing than Aomine’s face.
“We’re discussing the practice trip thing—whatever, and also the onsen trip,” you lazily explain, not bothering to hide your disinterest. “Imayoshi-senpai wants you to be present for the meeting. Obviously.”
You cannot fathom the fact that you were explaining his basic responsibilities as a club member to him. What a fucking child.
“You coming with us?”
His focus seems to be misplaced, and you glare at the sky, imagining it was his stupid face.
“I’m going with Satsuki,” you correct, still not willing to look at him. “I don’t give two shits about you or the basketball team.”
“Hey,” he sits up, wrapping his fingers around your wrist before tugging your body towards him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
You scoff, finally letting your gazes meet before pulling your hand away. “Fuck off.”
He, in fact, does not fuck off.
Aomine pulls on your wrist again, this time hard enough for you to lose your balance and fall, your knees landing on the coarse floor as the bottom of your skirt rides up your thighs. The skin of your knees scraping against the gravelled surface and you curse, jerking your hand away only to immediately shove his shoulder.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You shriek, annoyed at how he remains unmoving even as you push him again.
He towers you, even when sitting, and keeps his eyes peering down at you.
Maybe it’s the heat that day; summer has just ended, but even the soft Autumn breeze cannot conceal the searing flare creeping up the skin of your cheeks. Aomine slants his eyes and grabs your wrist yet again—you weren’t quick enough to retract away from his athletic instincts, and so, you fall again when he pulls you in closer.
You hiss in pain as your knees drag more against the floor, desperate to find your balance only to grab on his shoulders.
“Hey,” He calls out to you, a lame attempt for your attention. “Look,” he says again, and your dumb ass looks.
He grabs the magazine on his lap and tautens the pages together, showing you the spread where he left off before you interrupted his peaceful afternoon. “(Y/N), remember Aya-chan?”
The girl that ruined your life?
How can you forget?
You cannot hide the distaste in your eyes as your eyes scan her beautiful, black hair falling against the sheer material of her white uniform top. The black lace bra she was wearing underneath is apparent as she pushes her two tits against each other, legs spread to reveal an equally seductive pattern on her panties.
Before you even realise, Aomine’s arm begins to wrap itself around your waist as he holds you up, fingers creeping up the side of your torso, tracing invisible lines before resting on one of your breasts. Your stomach begins to churn in excitement, embarrassingly enough, and you press your legs instinctively when the muscle between your thighs tighten as he continues fondling you.
You circle your arm around his neck under the pretence of keeping your balance.
“Mhmm…” He clicks his tongue, resting his face on the side of your upper arm—his nose touching the side of your tit as his hand palms your other one. “I feel like you’re no longer two sizes under Aya-chan. Maybe a size under? Maybe the same size?”
You grit your teeth. “You talk big. Have you ever seen her outside your magazine? She probably edits her photos.”
He grins, gaze shifting to drink in your frustration. “No, but you’re real, and I’m groping you right now. Isn’t that better?”
“Better than your pretty Aya-chan?”
Aomine raises an eyebrow, humming knowingly. You can’t even believe the word escaping your mouth.
“You have a cute side to you after all,” He muses after a short, mocking whistle. “What do you want me to say? Want me to tell you how much better you are than her?”
“Want you to shut the fuck up.”
“Calm down, tiger.” He laughs, pulling away from your arm. He tosses the magazine to the side, straightening his back to press a short kiss to the peak of your cheekbone. His hand begins to work; he slowly kneads your breast while continuously trailing kisses down to your ears. Your nipples brush against the fabric of your damned lace bra, and he stops for a moment only to tug on where your bud is protruding.
A whimper leaves your mouth.
“Excited are we?” He whispers, voice dropping lower as he presses his lips against your ears. “I like hearing you like that.”
“Shut up,” you run out of words, turning your head to the other side, exposing your neck to him. Which turns out to be a bad idea, as he takes it as a sign to sweep his tongue over the skin of your neck.
“A–Aomine—”
“God,” he chuckles. “Who would’ve guessed that you can be this sexy?”
He pulls away from your neck, and drags his hand from your tits to rub against your torso, feeling the material of your uniform. He presses one hand on the small of your back, pressing his forehead against yours. In a swift motion, he pulls on your body, drawing out a squeak as he lays you down against the concrete floor.
“What if…” he trails, rubbing a thumb under your eye as he hovers over rested body. Your cheeks sear with heat, alongside your chest and the pulsating on your cunt. “...I just fuck you right here?”
“W-what?” You whimper.
He laughs. “I’m hard as hell. You made me this way.”
“You were the one groping my tits!”
“You liked it,” he shrugs, pushing himself off of you, forcing both your legs open as he moves between them. His fingers begin to unbutton your uniform, unravelling the bra you are wearing underneath. Sucking in a deep breath, he stops midway down your torso, and without taking his eyes off your chest, he asks, “Want me to stop?”
Your cheeks flare, and you don’t answer him. You don;t even look at him.
He takes a quick glance at your expression.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”
“...Whatever.”
A wide smirk forms on his face, fingers continuing to unbutton your uniform all the way down.
“Do me a favour and get up for a bit,” he murmurs, pressing one of his hands against your back once again to get you to sit up. The feeling of his palm against your bare skin sends you to shivers, coupled with the soft wind whistling between the two of you.
“What’re you—”
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his fingers fumble with the hook of your bra. It took him two wrong moves before getting it right with the third—the fabric loosens around your body, and you pull him closer to conceal your humiliated expression.
“See,” Aomine chuckles after some awkward motion, tossing your stupid bra to the side when he finally gets it off. “You’re so pretty like this.”
“Shut up,” you groan, nails digging into his skin deeper and deeper.
He pulls himself away from your grip, taking a nice hold on your torso to pull your ass up his lap, letting you fall against the hard floor again.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, roaming his touches against your legs. His eyes cannot leave the heaves of your jugs.
“Stop fucking staring,” your hiss, trying to pull your uniform together, hiding your chest away from him.
Aomine scoffs, using one hand to unbuckle his pants. Your eyes travelled from his face to the loose button on his collar to the wet stain on the grey briefs around his hips to the bulge underneath them.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
He tilts his head at your question, furrowing his eyebrows as he takes his cock out from under his briefs. “Fucking you?”
The precum leaks from the tip of his cock, little drops of white strings rolling down his length. He pulls your hips closer to his body and presses it flat against your soaked panties.
He groans at the contact. Your warm slick welcomes him entirely as he presses more against the fabric, rubbing his tip along the length of your pussy.
“S’that feel good?” He whispers, hastily hooking his fingers on your panties, pulling it up your legs, then tossing it to go with your bra. He presses his arm on the side of your head, leaning into you again.
“Don’t put it in,” you whine, trying to hold back your hips from rolling. “You’re gonna get me pregnant.”
“You can’t say shit like that,” he groans against your neck. He positions the tip of his cock against your cunt, and even with your sopping lips, you aren’t sure if you are ready to accommodate his size at all. 
“You don’t want to be a teen dad,” you bite your lower lip, hand going to rub his neck.
“I wanna fuck you, though,” he breathes, using his thumb to run along your wet slit. “Wanna fuck you raw, wanna cum inside’a you.”
You tremble with his words, feeling two of his fingers now circling your pussy. “D— don’t be stupid.”
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, making your cunt wish it has something to tighten around. “D’you know how long I’ve been wanting to get you like this?”
He pushes himself off of you, and holds your wounded knees as he watches your chest heaves, heavy tits rolling with every staggered breath. He flips your skirt over, exposing even more of your cunt to the chill.
He rubs his length against your slick, his tip now pushing against your swelling clit. “I’d jack off and wonder if you were tighter than my fist,” he wraps his cock with his hand and places it again on your entrance, pushing in a slow, deliberate motion.
Between your drooping eyelids, you saw him inaudibly mutter a curse.
“Used to wanna fight Wakamatsu ‘cus he’d stuff this pussy all he wanted. Right?” He scoffs with a stupid, satisfied smile that you wish you could wipe off his face. “Shame that you broke it off, huh? Did he dump you when he realised how much of a whore you are?”
“Shut up…”
“Well, I don’t care. More fun for me.”
“Aomine—“
“Who else have you fucked in the basketball team?” He grunts. “In Touou?”
“Shut— shut the…”
You slap the back of your hand against your mouth—not willing at all to let him hear you be satisfied with his size—biting down on the flesh as he pushes his cock in. All of his cock in.
“Aomine—”
His cock is dragging against your wall, kissing every possible inch of your insides. Your hole continues to burn as he stretches you wide open, draining every last bit of energy from inside of you.
“ F-fuck…”
Your hand goes to fondle your own tit, rolling your hard nipple between your fingers, sloppily trying to garner more and more pleasure. His dick fills you more and more, stuffing you full, before finally stopping.
“Don’t act all reserved now,” he raises an eyebrow as you mewl out his name. He stays still for a moment, a bud of sweat rolling down his temple before pulling out of your homey cunt. “You don’t have to lie.”
Aomine bites his lips, letting his cock rest between your pussy lips. He sees the way they engulf his dick, moving his hips to rub against your core.
“Letting me fuck you on the school rooftop,” he murmurs, “where’s your fucking self-respect? Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if this isn’t your first time getting dicked down up here.”
Your eyes slant up at him, but he quickly shuts down any of your retaliation by pressing his thumb flat against your clit, slowly circling the nub. Your teeth press down hard on your bottom lips.
“We aren’t— we are not …” You babble, putting a thumb between your teeth to stop yourself from moaning, “...having sex.”
He scoffs, drinking in how your eyes roll with your head turned to the side.
“I was inside you just a moment ago.”
Filthy noise of his cock squelching against your cunt filled the air—if someone were to come after you, they would hear Aomine’s dick fucking your pussy lips.
“Fuck,”Aomine spits, pressing your legs tightly against each other then down on your lips.
“A-ah,” You gasp as he drills into your thighs, the tip of his cock rubbing quick and hard against your swollen clit. “Oh my God—”
“Are you cummin’?” He breathes, one hand reaching to roll your tit on his hand. “Fuck, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine at the nickname. He snickers, “You’re so sexy like this, y’know that?”
Your back arches, little whimpers of encouragement swallow your pride whole as you fall completely into him. Aomine grunts at the expression, seeing the lewd expression on your face. He picks up the pace, slamming his hips against your ass.
“M’gonna cum,” he hisses. “Fuck. Wish I could shoot my load into your tight little cunt.”
“Fuck it,” you manage to spit between your groans, “F-fuck it. Just— oh God, just don’t stop—”
Your words rile him up even more—he tightens his grip on your leg, his fingers bruising your fragile skin. Your head begins to spin. Your slam your fists against the ground and your mind numbing orgasm comes the moment strings of Aomine’s thick, white cum comes flying down your skirt and stomach.
“Shit,” he loosens the grip on your legs, letting them fall even with your still convulsing ass and core. His gaze stays on the tip of his dick, the white cum oozing from it, then to your face—your parted lips, dumb eyes, and the sweat dripping down the side of your head down your neck.
He feels himself getting harder as he watches your plump lips whine, wondering how they would wrap around his thick length, if the colour of your lipstick would stain the veins of his cock.
“You coming to the onsen trip?” Aomine tries to distract himself.
You roll over, blindly reaching out for the bra that he tossed God knows where.
“Fuck you.”
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dira333 · 3 months
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When I felt like I was an old cardigan - Aomine x Reader
@shoulmate this was so much fun!!!
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Your head’s pounding, the sliver of sunlight peaking through the blinds too bright for your eyes. You press them closed again, sink further into the bed. 
What happened last night? You had gone out with friends - if you could call them that already - only to end up at some house party with bad music and awful drinks. 
You remember Tano pressing a cup into your hands, the drink spilling onto your shirt.
“Drink up, buttercup.” He’d said, grinning in a way that made unease coil in your stomach.
“What is it?” You had asked, stumbling a bit when someone bumped into your back. More of the drink spilled onto your shirt - you should probably say goodbye to it now, those stains would never come out - and your hands and you sucked some of it from your fingers only to look up and come face to face with none other than the Aomine Daiki.
He looked hungry, in a way only he could. Like he was starving and you were the T-Bone he’d been dreaming about.
“Not cool, Bro.” You heard Tano say and turned your head, hoping it would get Aomine’s attention away from you.
“What?” You asked Tano and his head snapped back to you, his disgruntled expression morphing back into the smile you had learned to loathe. It never looked real and if you were being honest, it just made him look more like a Wannabe Tax Evader. 
“Nothing. How’s your Iced Tea?”
“It’s Iced Tea?” You ask and take a sip. It doesn’t taste like any Iced Tea brand you know but it’s good, way better than the awful bottle of beer Kaba-chan had urged you to drink earlier. Apparently, it made you look better to guys if you were drinking beer instead of Soda. One sip in you had decided that you’d rather look awful than drink any more of that piss-flavored stuff…
Something’s rustling next to you. A deep voice, gravely with sleep, cuts through the Silence. “Couldn’t you have slept a little longer?”
You shriek, try to move away but fail, your legs tangled in the blankets, your coordination way off. You land heavily, legs still on the bed, your ass on the floor. You can hear movement, and try to untangle yourself all while registering that you’re wearing your underwear - thank God - and a black shirt that’s way too big on you. Oh god, did you sleep with someone? Please don’t let it be Tano!
A head of dark blue hair pops up. You choke on your breath as Aomine glares down at you.
“It’s way too early for that shit. Go back to sleep.”
“I.” You peep. He narrows his eyes at you. For half a second you think he might have mercy on you, register how out of your depth you’re feeling, and show some compassion.
But no. With one swift motion, he puts his arm under your knees and pulls you up as if you’d weigh nothing. You swing into him, your chest colliding with his shoulder. 
You squeak helplessly, again when he drops down himself, pulling you with him.
His bed is soft, absorbing the impact of your fall. When you cautiously turn your head, Aomine’s eyes are already closed again. His hold on you has not loosened though, one arm still wrapped around your knees.
Does he really think you’ll just fall asleep again?
“There’s Aspirin on my nightstand.” He speaks up when you don’t stop staring at him. He’s got a ridiculously pretty nose, something you only notice now that his eyes are closed. 
You’ve always thought that his eyes were his best feature, a deep blue that you could get lost in. You’d noticed it the first time you’d crossed paths in the hallway but it’s not like you couldn’t have noticed. Not with the way everyone whispered whenever he was in the room.
Aomine Daiki, the Aomine Daiki, part of the Generation of Miracles, who had played in the famous Team Vorpal Swords. He could have gone Pro right after High School and the fact that he had decided to grace College with his presence still had many of your fellow students speechless. 
-
“Did we-?” You ask, unable to keep quiet any longer now that his grip on you has loosened and you’ve managed to take the pill and drink half a glass of water. “Did we… you know…?”
“I don’t need to make people drunk for that.” He points out, eyes still closed. His brows are furrowed now and you wonder if he’s mad that you asked.
“Well excuse me that I asked.” You’re not in the mood to play nice with him. Not in a situation like this where everything is still pretty much possible. “But waking up in a stranger's bed without my clothes isn’t exactly reassuring. Not to mention that I don’t remember how I even got here.”
Aomine’s eyes open, lock directly onto you. Your breath catches a little at the sight, but you fight against the very real threat of drowning in them.
You don’t look away though, partly because you feel he wouldn’t take you seriously if you did.
He smirks. 
“You couldn’t hold your liquor. That guy you were with was trying to tug you outside, but you didn’t want to go with him. You made a mad dash through the house like a rabbit on speed. It was very impressive, especially after you slipped through Murasakibara’s hands like a wet snail only to clamber all over me. You puked all over my shirt.”
“I did not!”
“Did too.” He grins, ridiculous white teeth a stark contrast against his tan skin. Your heart beats so hard against your ribcage that you fear he can see it. 
“Okay, say I believe you.” You put on your best You’re-talking-shit-face. “What happened after that? My puking skills enamored you to the point you just had to take me home?”
“Exactly that.” 
You narrow your eyes and he laughs, that deep belly laugh kind that makes him look ten years younger and ten times more adorable. Which is weird, because Aomine Daiki and adorable should not appear in the same sentence together without the word “not” in between.
“Baka-gami was mad that you puked. He blamed me for it and kicked both of us out. I wanted to make sure you got home safe, especially because that guy you refused to go home with was still lingering around. But you weren’t willing to tell me your address. So I brought you here. You’re welcome.”
“And why am I wearing your shirt?”
“Because it’s clean and you were not. You’re welcome.”
You muster him for a second longer before you falter.
“Thank you.” You manage to get out and he nods, patting the mattress. 
“Good. Now get back to sleep. It’s way too early to be awake.”
“I could just go home.”
“Or you could take a nap. And then, in a few hours, when we both resemble human beings, we can go out for breakfast.”
You choke on your spit. “What? Why?”
He furrows his brows. “That’s not how you answer when someone asks you on a date.”
You’re slack-jawed now. This can’t be happening. 
Before he can say more you lean forward and pinch his cheek, hard.
He slaps your hand away, brows furrowed even more now.
“What was that for?”
“Just checking if you’re real.”
“I am real.”
“Well, now I know. But you’re probably still half-drunk from last night. That’s it.” You nod to yourself. “Residual alcohol. It’s okay. You can go back to sleep. When you wake up everything will be normal again.”
This could have worked. Maybe. With someone other than Aomine.
Seconds later you’re on your back, with him hovering above you.
He reminds you of a panther, that way, a giant, dangerous cat.
But there’s something in his eyes that suggests that you’re not the mouse in this equation. Not when he lowers himself, curls himself around you so casually, until his head is resting heavily on your stomach, a warm weight that won’t let you go anywhere in the next hours.
“I’ll explain later.” He grumbles from where he’s snuggled into your stomach. He yawns. “Just let me get some sleep first.”
Slowly, cautiously, your hands curl into his hair. It’s silky smooth under your touch and you drag your fingers through it, scratch at his scalp like you’d wanted to since you’ve met him - not that you’d ever thought htat dream possible. He groans into the touch.
Maybe, just maybe, you could take a nap like this. Just for a few hours. You didn’t have to be anywhere right now anyway…
-
Kagami eyes you warily.
“Are you going to puke again?” He asks. You roll your eyes.
“It’s been three months, idiot.” You grumble, annoyed that he keeps bringing that up.
He smirks and steps aside to let you in. “Aho-mine, your girlfriend is here.”
“Slug-chin.” Murasakibara greets you first however, picks you up like you’re nothing more but a bag of his favorite chips. “Caught you.”
“Yeah, this time, big guy.” You pat his head for a second before he lets you down. “Where’s Daiki?”
“Mine-chin is fighting with Kise-chin.”
“Again?” You roll your eyes. “And Satsuki?”
“Not here yet. But Kuro-chin isn’t here either. It’s boring.”
“I know, I know. I’ll go check in on Daiki and then we can make something to eat. How does that sound?”
Murasakibara nods slowly, process your words.
“I’ll preheat the oven.” He leaves without another word and you snort at his antics before moving along, following the cursing and shouts to the living room.
You’re not surprised to find Kise dragging himself over the finish line. He might be good at everything, but he’s absolutely shit at Mario Kart.
“Hey Babe.” Daiki drops the controller and opens his arms for you, pulling you onto his lap the moment you’re close enough. “How was work?”
“Awful.” You curl into him and stick your tongue out at Kise when you notice him leaning in too, always craving attention even when he’s not deserving it. “I’m going to make some cake with Murasakibara. Do you want to help?”
Instead of answering he leans forward, digs his nose into your hair and inhales.
“Daiki? What are you- You ass!” You punch your fist against his chest but he laughs, a bellowing sound. Your ear hurts where he bit into it, the skin wet with his saliva.
“That’s so gross!” You grumble. 
He’s still laughing, hand pressed against his mouth as if he’s trying to stifle his amusement. He isn’t. You know he isn’t. But he’s distracted and you’re going to use this to your advantage.
After all, his neck does look especially biteable today!
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i want to request Generation of Miracles (knb) reacting to their so being ex gymnasts and/ athlete if possible? Like it just came up in a casual conversation with a parent of s/o showing off old pictures of s/o training and winning medals and trophies but it all unexpectedly ended up with a serious hands injury so they stopped right before a big world wide event? She’s just as flexible as before now with lighter training than before!
Akashi
Surprised in himself that he didn’t know. Akashi makes it a point to be well informed. He is pleased to hear their parents be so proud of them, even if they can’t compete anymore. It’s a rare thing for him for parents to be proud. He does see though that talking about the past hurts them, so he quickly moves to change the conversation to new, current achievements.
Aomine
Aomine never knew. But then again, he didn’t ask. He suddenly realizes talking to their parents that he doesn’t know a lot about his partner, other than just superficial junk that’s not really important. He asks why they never told him about it and they tell him it’s not important anymore, but he can tell that it is. If he lost basketball Aomine would lose it. He can’t think about what they must be going through, losing their dream, and he’s hurt that they didn’t trust him enough to share it with him.
Kise
Excited to talk about their accomplishment. Even though they can’t compete anymore, their work beforehand and their work & knowledge now is impressive. Kise is the only one that doesn’t treat their injury like a loss, but that and opportunity to change course. Like coaching. Or being a manager of a team. He encourages them to continue doing what they love, even if they can’t do it exactly the same, and is supportive of their new goals.
Kuroko
It’s certainly a surprise. Since Kuroko has never met this person, the ‘athlete s/o’, it’s definitely a shift in his opinion of them. He asks a lot of questions on what competitions were like or what is was like doing stunts, but he doesn’t really know too much about the sport of gymnastics. Basketball has been the only one he was ever interested in. Tries to be supportive and notices when they get a little upset talking about it. When he lost his old friends after middle school, he thought he would lose his friends & sport forever. So he can sympathize.
Midorima
He figured that they were some kind of athlete. Based on their build and how they worked out sometimes, they clearly had a strict schedule and routine for performance. Midorimia feels bad for them. He can’t imagine your dream getting taken away like that. All that hard work down the drain. Chooses to not bring it up anymore because he doesn’t want to upset them, but does ask for stretching tips as that is a big part of gymnastics training.
Murasakibara
Doesn’t really know what to say. Murasakibara has never really been interested in his sport. He plays it cause he’s tall, he’s good at it, and it gives him something to do. He would be just as happy not play as he is on a team. So he can’t really understand what they are going through. He thinks their medals are cool though. He’s never gotten a medal for basketball. Maybe if they had those instead of trophies he would be more invested.
+Kagami
It breaks his heart to know that their career is over. Kagami would die if he could never play basketball again, or his dreams of going pro were suddenly over. He can’t imagine how hard that must be, but he knows someone who does. Kagami makes a point to introduce them to Alex. Alex would understand and be a good support person for them. Teaching them how to cope and maybe use their skills for a new hobby or path. Kagami tries to be supportive as well and a source of comfort when they need it. Whatever they need he’s there for them.
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summer-nights19 · 1 month
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Knb dating headcanons (gn reader)
This is my part of a collab with the lovely @neoo that I've been putting off for months (Aomine, Kise, Akashi, Takao, Momoi)
You can probably tell where my biases lie lmao
Aomine
~ Before dating, you guys had one of those friendships in which you do everything together. If one of you was somewhere, the other was likely not far off. You were also one of the only people he opened up to in any way
~ Even before your relationship was official, everyone half thought you were dating. You both always dismissed these ideas furiously, unaware of your pining being mutual
~ Was definitely a mess when he first asked you out. Despite trying to appear confident, it was clear that he was really flustered and that the nerves were getting to him. When you accepted, his face lit up with one of his rare, geniuine grins and it was one of the most attractive things you had ever seen
~ Definitely the jealous type. If he sees anyone try to approach you romantically, he will put a possessive arm around your waist at the very least while glaring at that person. Has no problem getting his hands dirty, metaphorically or sometimes literally, to remind them that you're his. Usually, he'll take it further by kissing your cheeks and lips, before trailing kisses down your neck. You end up having to remind him that you're in a public setting.
~ Loves seeing you in his basketball jersey, especially if you wear it to his games. He thinks you look adorable in it, plus there's something really hot about you wearing his name and number like that. The first time you did it, he just stared in admiration. Needless to say, it was hard for him to focus during the first quarter of that game.
~ His love languages are quality time and physical contact. He can be a bit closed off at times, so he isn't great with words and emotions, but he finds other ways to show you he cares. For one, you're pretty much always doing everything together: study sessions, relaxing at one of your houses, watching TV, wandering around town... if you're somewhere, he's usually nearby.
~ When you're in a busy place together, he'll hold your hand to prevent you from losing sight of each other. He'll also do this more casually, and, while doing it, he fidgets with your fingers and draws patterns on the back of your hand with his fingertips. It's weirdly soothing for both of you.
~ Side hugs + arm around your waist, so you guys can keep moving while he's touching you
~He's also the type of guy to run his hand up your thigh and kiss you in public if you're comfortable with that
~ Definitely loves it if you sleep in with him during the weekend. You'll spend hours cuddled up like that with his arms wrapped around you or your head on his chest
~ He'll jokingly tease/bully you ALL the time. It was a large part of how you guys used to flirt pre relationship, but it didn't stop after. You can do it right back of course, but he's the kinda guy who always needs to have the last word
~ Tries to teach you how to play basketball. If you're bad at it, he won't mind (he'll definitely tease you though) because he thinks it's adorable how hard you're trying for him
~ Despite not being the best with emotions, he'll try really hard to communicate more with you as your relationship goes on. Makes sure you always know how much he adores you
Kise
~ Even before he realised how he felt about you, he was constantly flirting with you. Initially, you shit him down completely, but, as you guys became good friends, you grew to tolerate it
~ He was definitely confused when he first realised he felt something deeper for you - he usually only had casual relationships and superficial flirting, so when he found out he wanted something more from you, he was pretty stumped.
~ Pushed you away at first, but, as he grew to accept his feelings he set about making amends
~ He was terrified when asking you out- what if you said no ??? To his delight, you said yes without hesitation
~ Forgot about all his fan girls when you two started dating. Now, he just ends the conversation with them as quickly as possible to get to you. He also makes it very clear that he's taken.
~ His main love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. He'll constantly be praising all your successes and telling you how perfect and hot you are. Do the same for him and he melts.
~ Constantly leaving kisses all over your face and either hugging you or keeping an arm around you. If you let him, he'll keep a hand on your thigh whenever you two are sitting together.
~ You definitely have mini parties when one of you sleeps over - you put on a bad film, make some popcorn, do your skincare (Kise definitely has the best stuff from his modelling job) and just relax.
~ He's a textbook golden retriever boy.
Takao
~ You probably met because you were sat next to each other in class or something.
~ Tries to crack jokes/make you laugh to win your heart. The kinda guy to send you 50 memes/reels a day and be like "this reminded me of you,"
~ Definitely tries to use those really lame dirty pick up lines, and says "Only joking," before you even have time to react.
~ Keeps up a confident facade around you, but internally he's panicking. When he finally works up the courage to ask you out, he's so id when you say yes.
~ When you actually start dating, he's by your side 24/7, and, if he can't be with you, he spams your DMs with texts and memes.
~ If you're ever sad, he tries to comfort you by making you laugh
Akashi
~ Was cold towards you at first, as he was still completely in denial about having feelings for you. However, as you grew closer over time and started to open up to each other, he let his guard down
~ You guys were probably friends for a long time before dating, and Akashi already trusted you with his life. You're the only person he's ever properly opened up to
~ Treats you like royalty - to him, princess treatment is the bare minimum. He's the definition of a gentleman
~ Also loves to shower you in luxurious gifts - definitely the type to send you large bouquets of your favourite flower at least once a week
~ will keep up his cold façade in public but becomes a total sweetheart when it's just you two
~ Posessive and overprotective (not that many people try coming near you with the kind of reputation he has)
Momoi
~ You guys were probably already very good friends when she realised she liked you. Eveb efore that, she'd always want to hang out with you and looked forward to seeing you the most
~ Now, she'll be extra friendly and sweet to you, never once leaving your side
~ Becomes a little shy and awkward at times, especially in the beginning of the relationship
~ her love language is quality time - she plans so many exciting experiences and trips for you guys
~ Gets jealous easily and tries not to show it
~ Looks out for you in small ways - she'll cook you lunch or bring you class notes if you're off sick. She's not great with words but shows you she cares through her actions
~ Will never leave your side if you're upset
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ferg0s · 8 months
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ
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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.
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏᴜʀ
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Thud... thud.. thud. 
You could hear the melodic thumping of Aomines heart as your head lay on his chest. Though he wouldn't admit it, you knew that he was terrified. Being in the friend's bed, drinking his expensive wine and not to mention with his wife. You could hear his heart rate speed up at the slightest sound. The branches from a tree hitting your window, the slighestcreek from the bed. You knew why, though. Midorima could come back any minute. Could. You knew he was spending the night with Mei. You'd get a text from him after his work events, the ones you sat out - 'done'- and you'd faintly hear the front door open through your closed bedroom door - always 30 minutes after he initially texted, even though the drive from your house to his work is 15 minutes - and Midorima would walk in with takeout - from the specific place you loved located in the shady part of town, the one that you would come across if you took the backroads home - and you'd both eat it together as Midorima recapped the night for you. The drive from his work, to the restaurant, to back home was 30 minutes. On the dot. Every time, like clockwork. So much so that you stopped counting down the minutes until he arrived home because you knew he would. 
You couldn't help but stare at your phone. It lay facing up, the screen as black as the dark hours of the night, alone on the side table next to Aomine. Some of you wished to see the screen light up; you knew you could make out Midorimas name even from the distance you were at. You longed for that adrenaline surge from kicking Aomine out, cleaning up the mess from the scattered clothes and ruffled sheets. Rushing him out of the house - through the backdoor or window? You could care less - and waiting for Midorima to come up to the room and see him go about his night without suspecting anything. Because despite the anxiety, stress and general panic of having to clean up after your little hookup - at least Midorima would be home. He would first walk in the door quietly to not wake you up, and when he would realize you were awake, he would flash you a smile and plop down next to you. He wouldn't care about the ironing of his suit, how the material lost its softness against the sheets' fabric. He would lay next to you, head on your lap and feel the stress leave his body as your fingers massaged his scalp. 
Your phone screen remained black. Untouched. The chances were close to zero but never zero. And the longer it stayed black, the closer the chances got to zero - but still, it never approached it. 
You wondered if he thought the same. Would he look at Mei and feel about you? Would he secretly criticize Mei for not doing things like you did - like how you couldn't help but frown when aomine didn't adjust the pillow under your neck to support your head because Midorima always did that - a part of you hoped that he did. A part of you hoped that he didn't. It was conflicting. Wanting to be remembered but forgotten. You wanted him to not forget you, to remember your history together, to remember how good you were to him. But the thought of him thinking about your well-being while fucking another girl made you sick. He didn't care about you or your marriage - why would he care about you while his arms were tangled around another woman? 
"You hungry?" 
Your head turned up to see Aomine. "Hmm?" 
You knew deep down at Aomine regretted coming here. His silence after the fact would be the biggest reason. The Aomine you knew would be chatting up a storm, cracking jokes about vulgar topics you could only imagine. You knew the disinterest in your eyes indicated that you were just as pleased to have him at the moment as he was to be there. You felt him sit up, the sheets ruffling at his movement. You sat up, the comforter falling off you and exposing your chest. You looked down and saw a singular hickey. Small. Midorima gave you bigger ones. But Midorima was your husband, not some booty call. Seeing it made you sick as if bringing you back to Earth with the gravity of your actions. "No." You answered blatantly. 
All you could do as Aomine got up and left the room was criticize. Midorima would have never taken no for an answer; he would have brought you an extra serving along with himself. Midorima would have given you a glass of water already. Midorima would have-
"Hey, let's go outside." 
You turned your head to the doorway and looked at Aomine. His boxers hanging loosely around his waist. You could tell by his -now - casual nature that even he knew Midorima wouldn't return tonight. 
He flashed a smile at you. "You look like someone ran over your dog," he joked. "Let's get some fresh air,"
Aomines words caught you by surprise.
Despite everything Midorima did after you two finished; getting water, food, fresh clothes - he never cared to see how you felt. How much of a frown you had on your face when he would bring you food after you explicitly told him you weren't hungry. Or how the water would always be room temperature when you told him you liked cold water. How the clothes he would get you weren't comfortable at all. 
You liked the thought of Midorima. The idea of him. The idea of a perfect husband who cared. The heartache of losing him covered the heartaches of having him around. Of how you would eat cold takeout at night, even though you told him it would be better for you to come with him to get it another time so the food would be warm because the restaurant was on the way back from work and it was a quick and easy apology for coming home late. You didn't have the heart to tell him that he got your order wrong each time - but as you looked back at it, you realized he never asked you. He picked the most popular item on the menu. It was sheer coincidence that you just so happened to like that item. But then again, if it was the popular item, who doesn't?
You took a deep breath and smiled for the first time that night. 
"I would love to."
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mb for disappearing yall. lifes been crazy lol
sjould i just post this to ao3?
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bad-thxxnks · 1 year
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𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥? GOM(SOME), KAGAMI X NOT THEIR TYPE!READER
KISE,AOMINE,MIDORIMA, & KAGAMI and types of people I see them struggling to interact with, or their type of personality doesn’t mesh well with them
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KISE —ft. clumsy, naive y/n
It was just one task, your teacher informed you to return Kise his notebook but as you jogged towards the male. Your voice tired from running, and strained in grabbing his attention, you tripped and fell onto the school grounds. The notebook and a stack of paper falling in front of you as you panic to grab all the contents. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Let me pick this all up, please hold on a moment.” As Kise tells you not to worry, he bends down to try and help grab some papers on the floor but your hands grabs them faster than a second and forcing the male to awkwardly stand there watching you pick up the material from the floor. “Ah, here you go. The teacher wants to return this to you!” Kise’s “Ah thanks…” was small and quiet as he watched you turn and return back into the building, almost bumping into the side of the door.
AOMINE —ft. shy, awkward y/n.
It was stated by the teacher that the two of you become partners for the upcoming project. You sat in front of the tall male, not knowing much besides his feet constantly hitting the bottom of your chair. You turn around without giving him much of a glance as you spend a minute to process what to say to the male. And a quiet, “do you know what to do?” comes from your mouth as the male sits in his chair thinking of a response, with a ‘uh..’ the whole room seemed busy as you two tried to figure out how to not make the already awkward conversation any more tense.
MIDORIMA —ft. sassy/bitchy, popular y/n.
“Do you think these nails would look good on me?” You asked your friend, sitting in front of you. Throwing your hair behind your shoulder, unnotice of the strand of hair hitting the male’s face. A ‘tch’ mark etched on his temple as you gossip loudly to your friend, his hand gripping tightly on his pencil and staring down at the mindless words printed on his book. You turned around after your friend pointedly informed you of the harsh glare coming from your classmate behind, and give him a weird look and a small unmeaningful apology before returning to your conversation.
KAGAMI —ft.depressed, negative y/n
This guy doesn’t know how to read the situation and soothe a crying child (or person), so for you to just constantly commenting and complaining over everything Kagami just couldn’t rack up anything in his mind to not hurt your feelings or come off as rude since he doesn’t understand the feelings of major depression and being pessimistic about things. And even if he go ask his senpais or the rest of his team, just trying to give you any type of advice left him with a stutter.
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active-mind-15 · 4 months
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Just thought of some Akashi videogame headcanons
So first of all because of all the extra studies and activities he was made to do throughout his childhood, he originally did not play video games at all. He just never had the time and his father considered them to be unproductive, anyway. So, he never grew up with any video game console in his house.
The only exposure he had to video games came from other people, more specifically the Teiko gang. Kise, Aomine, and Murasakibara specifically played a lot of video games in their free time, and if Akashi was around, he'd lean over them to get a peek at their screens (I would imagine they'd be bringing their PSPs or DSs to school or something). Sometimes, Akashi would ask questions about the games that they were playing, because he would just be so curious as to how fun it is to play them, and if they sense that Akashi is really interested they'd give him a turn with their console.
And, of course, Akashi, being the out-of-touch person that he is (bless his precious little heart), ends up getting taught by the other miracles how to play the games. He listens very intently and is a quick learner, though, so once he understands the rules he's really good.
And since he met Midorima and was friends with someone who finally shared his interest in shogi, Akashi started playing online games with him when they weren't at school. I vaguely remember from like an interview or something with Fujimaki that Akashi's online handle is Red Emperor, which is just... very fitting. Either way, even though Akashi did not play console games, he would always do online shogi matches with Midorima which would then expand into other games like chess and Othello. And those kept up all the way until high school. But since he wasn't hanging out with the other former Teiko members like he used to, his video game exposure went right back down to zero.
Eventually, post-Winter Cup, when the former Teiko members start hanging out together again, he starts getting exposed to video games again through the others, and the miracles finally just tell him he should get some games of his own to try out. At first, he wasn't sure about getting a console, but they told him that he could just get PC games to start and if he's comfortable with the PC format then he can just stick with it.
Case in point, Aomine sends him the link for Steam via text with the message "Go crazy".
Lemme tell you, this boy clicks on that link and SCROLLS. Again, as someone who was never familiar with the video game realm, this feels like stepping into a new world. With all the options for games, it's almost overwhelming, but eventually, he starts picking game categories that stick out to him and combing through different game trailers and synopses with a mindset of "I'll pick three games to test out and see how I feel after that."
^^^ Famous last words
Fast-forward to some time after that, and Akashi has very much found an appreciation for video games and regularly tries new ones that interest him.
Since he's a very intelligent person, I would like to think that rather than playing video games to relax and not use his brain for a while, he's the type to play video games that are intellectually stimulating. He likes to be challenged and use his wits to complete the games he plays.
Because of that, I would say his video game preferences probably fall into strategy (specifically turn-based and tabletop strategy) and puzzle games (which include puzzle platformers). He's also a big fan of story-rich games and will play through the occasional visual novel as well.
When he tells the former Teiko members he started getting into video games, they make it a point at every subsequent meetup to ask about any current ones he's playing and what he thinks of them. Sometimes, they'll keep an eye out for upcoming games within his favorite genres and show him trailers of games they think he'd like.
Whenever he's invested in a trailer he'll get this sparkle in his eye that the others pretend they don't notice but secretly look out for to know whether or not they're on the right track.
Also, after successfully getting Akashi into video games, the rest of the former Teiko members (mainly Aomine and Kise) convince him to download a few co-op games that they all can play together.
So whenever all of them have free time, Aomine or Kise will send some bat signal message to their group chat to assemble and they all get on their computers to play.
As time goes on, the co-op gaming sessions eventually become a bi-weekly event, and Akashi tries his best to shift his schedule around so he doesn't miss them.
His current teammates at Rakuzan notice him disappearing or being unavailable on certain days and ask Akashi what's been occupying his time so much, thinking that it would be something school-related. When he tells them he's actually just playing co-op games with his former teammates, they think it's the cutest fucking thing ever (especially Mibuchi).
Eventually, video games become more than just a way to pass the time, they become another outlet for Akashi to just... be a regular teen and not have to worry about being perfect at what he's doing? They help relieve his stress and give him something to take his mind off school. And the Uncrowned Kings notice he's happier because of it. Most importantly of all, he gets to connect more with his Teiko friends like he always wanted.
[BONUS]
Sometime in the distant future, after graduating high school, he convinces his father to let him have a one-bedroom apartment close to his campus with the excuse that it'll make commuting easier. After moving in and unpacking his stuff, the former Teiko members get a text in their group chat from Akashi with a picture of a Nintendo Switch and seven controllers with the message "Anyone up for a game?"
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cricketwrites · 11 months
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Never Again
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Prompt: Repeat the same line of dialogue, from the same character, three separate times.
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"You're really an idiot sometimes."
Aomine Daiki had said that to you three separate times, on three separate occasions, with three different meanings behind it.
The first time he said it, it was jokingly, when you were young teens in middle school. He'd said it with a big grin and a pat on your head. You don't even remember what you had said, you just remember the look on his face.
It drew you in… he was like the sun. Bright and blinding, but comfortably warm.
You found yourself going to the Teiko Middle School basketball team practices more, just to see Aomine. He always grinned and waved at you, then took the time to talk to you after practice. He asked your opinion, if you thought he was cool, and if you thought he could improve in some way.
It was sweet. He was sweet. He always made sure to include you, even if you knew nothing about basketball. As long as you liked it, you were a good person in his eyes, and he seemed to really enjoy your company. You ended up with a crush on him, how could you not?
The second time he said it, it was insulting.
Lately, Aomine had become cold and closed off. He stopped talking to you, he stopped asking your opinion, he stopped talking to you in general. When you had finally cornered him and asked, he said those words. He'd said them with a sneer on his face, asking if you really couldn't tell how he had become bored of you, or if you were really that dense. How people as great as him shouldn't even associate with "the likes of normal people like you". How he had ascended beyond the need for friends. All he needed was to win, to find someone who could beat him.
He could be satisfied if he got that. That was all he needed, something to pique his interest again, to make him feel something again. He couldn’t feel anything anymore. Winning had become something he didn’t care about anymore, he couldn’t put in effort if he never had the energy to anymore. He didn’t have the energy for friends anymore, everything bored him, including you.
You couldn’t stop the tears flowing down your face, you could feel your heart breaking into tiny pieces.
Then came the anger. You couldn’t stop yourself from smacking him, despair taking over your features. If he didn’t need you, you didn’t need him. You would find your own happiness, it didn’t rely on him.
The rest of middle school went by in a blur after that. It turns out that you and Aomine were going to the same high school, you two ended up being in the same class, but you barely spared him a glance. A silent acknowledgement before falling back into the routine of pretending like he never existed in the first place. You never stopped wondering about him though, wondering if he had ever found the perfect opponent, mourning the sweet boy you loved in middle school.
The third time he said it, it was affectionate, but lost.
Touou had been beaten by Seirin, and Kuroko had asked you to meet him outside of the building. It made sense, you two hadn’t spoken since the end of middle school. It would be nice to catch up with one of your only friends from Teiko who didn’t forget you existed.
You didn’t expect to meet Aomine outside, instead. All of the pain came back, the heartbreak. He looked shocked to see you, then conflicted. He hung his head and looked at the ground, a strangely submissive gesture, considering how aggressive he had been with you when you last spoke.
After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke.
“I’m… sorry.”
You looked at him in surprise. He had actually apologized?
“Why are you apologizing?” You asked, voice soft and, admittedly, lost.
Aomine looked at you like you had grown a third head.
“Why am I-? I treated you like shit. Kuroko finally knocked some sense into me, I guess. More than Momoi could… and she tried for years. After you left, I felt a bit more… empty I guess. Didn’t know that was possible. And I have feelings for you or whatever, that’s what Kuroko said and I guess I needed to think about that so yeah. I’m sorry.” That was the most words you had heard him speak in years, especially to you. He had “feelings” for you? Kuroko knew? You had told Kuroko a long time ago, but you were surprised he still remembered. You were also surprised that somehow Kuroko got Aomine to admit his feelings.
“I appreciate your apology… and I liked you. A while ago. Now..? I’m not so sure.” You replied, keeping your gaze on Aomine’s shoes.
Aomine looked shocked. You liked him? Since when? Wait, liked… not like. He missed his chance.
“But… I’m willing to try being friends. We can see where things go from there.” You smiled. A sudden apology wouldn’t erase the years of heartbreak you had experienced at his hand, but you would be willing to talk to him. You’d be willing to try, as long as he put in the same effort, and he would.
Aomine wouldn’t lose you again, once was more than enough.
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I hope you guys like this! Fics take me a lot longer to finish than headcanons do, but I really enjoy writing them when I have the spoons. BTW If you want a part two to this, let me know and I'll happily do one! I don't know if the ending falls a bit flat, so Im just curious on your guys' opinions ∧,,,∧ (  ̳• · • ̳) /    づ♡ Ask Box: Open! ~Cricket <3
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babydaddyleorio · 2 years
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99 !
so this was an old knb draft that I didn't really like, but I love murasakibara so 🥴  also, I think I’m going to just post the drafts like this instead of separately from now on!
— pick a number between 1-100 and I’ll post an ask/draft!
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Murasakibara latched his hand around your wrist, swiftly tugging you flush against his chest.
“Do you enjoy playing with my emotions, making me chase you like this?”
You felt his other hand grip your waist as his mouth whispered his words dangerously low against the lobe of your ear. You slowly turned your body around and stared at the furious giant glaring down at you with your own gaze shining with confusion.
“What the hell are you talking about, Atsushi?” You shot back, eyebrows now knitted and lips frowning in distaste.
The two of you glowered at each other intensely, standing tautly in the parking lot of Akashi’s apartment complex. Tonight he threw a party to celebrate the team winning their first championship and had invited just about everyone to come and have a good time. Everything was going fine until Murasakibara caught wind of you in the corner talking to Kise, cheesing largely as you leaned against the wall and laughing a bit too loudly at his corny jokes. Murasakibara glared at the two of you for as long as he could before finally marching over and causing a scene that ultimately made you exit the function.
“I hate it when you play dumb.” Murasakibara fussed before craning his neck so that his face was right in front of yours. He pursed his lips and squinted his eyes dangerously close.
“Kise was obviously flirting with you.”
You immediately retched your body backward and scrunched your face up, now repulsed at his sudden accusation. “Kise is just a friend— nothing more. We were just talking and catching up, at least until you rudely interrupted us.”
Murasakibara scoffed, unimpressed and slightly offended by your explanation while insinuating him being the bad guy. “Yeah? Well, I don’t look at my friends like that. It’s clear that he wants something more.”
Now, was Murasakibara coming at you completely sideways right now? Yes.
But was he also right about Kise pursuing you? That would be a yes again.
Murasakibara had always noticed the way Kise looked at you, eyes gleaming with an insatiable desire every time he slyly raked his eyes across your figure. At first, Atsushi thought he too was crazy, imagining things that weren't even there and making a big commotion over absolutely nothing. But one night he forgot his snacks in the locker room and he ended up overhearing a conversation between Aomine and Kise that confirmed his suspicion.
“Y/n’s pretty hot, don't you think?” Kise smoothly blurted into the atmosphere, his casual words making Atsushi pause his hand on the door in front of him.
Aomine dubiously glanced at Kise as he rolled his T-shirt back over his body before shrugging his shoulders and moving to close his locker.
“I mean sure, but isn’t y/n dating Murasakibara?”
“So?” Kise snorted as he placed his shoes on the bench and tied his laces together with a smirk on his face. “You’re saying that like it matters.”
Murasakibara gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fire as he felt himself crush the almost empty can of soda in his hand. It took everything for him to not storm into the locker room and beat the absolute shit out of Kise for disrespecting him and you, but he couldn’t risk losing his scholarship. Though ever since that day, Murasakibara couldn't bring himself to forgive Ryōta, and he damn sure didn’t trust him either.
“You’re overreacting, it’s not that deep.” You argued and Murasakibara sucked his teeth because he knew what he felt and it was irritating him that you refused to believe your precious Kise was a snake.
“You can’t be that dense, y/n.” He quickly snapped, holding the bridge of his nose in frustration and making you jump slightly at his tone. “I know you’re fucking smarter than this.”
Ah, there it was. Murasakibara had a tendency to ridicule others whenever he got into arguments, and you supposed you wouldn’t be exempted.
You abruptly slapped your palms against your thighs, the sudden sound catching Murasakibara’s attention.
“You know what– I’m not doing this with you right now, and I won’t have you talk to me like that either. I’m leaving, deal with this yourself.” You venomously hissed before pivoting on your heel and storming to find your car.
Murasakibara stood in his spot, dumbfounded and immediately regretting his words. He ran his large hand down his face before pushing his legs to run after you. 
“Wait, come on— I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
You furiously whipped your head to peer up at him. “Then how did you mean it, Atsushi?”
Murasakibara quietly sighed.
“I heard Kise say that he wanted to be with you. It was at one of our games last summer. He didn’t care that we were already together, and he made it clear what his intentions were.” Murasakibara mumbled tautly before turning his head to look away with a frown painted on his face.
Murasakibara didn’t tell you the real reason why he was so upset. Truth be told, he was scared that you would leave him for Kise. You and Kise always seemed to have good chemistry and he easily made you laugh and smile, and it definitely made Murasakibara a bit insecure as your boyfriend. What if you thought Kise was for you instead of him?
You slowly registered Murasakibara’s words, and then slowly uncrossed your arms from over your chest. Now that you thought about it, Kise had seemed more relentless tonight, but you figured it was just the alcohol making him act like that.
“Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?” You tiredly exhaled as you lifted your hand to hold his cheek, rubbing the pad of your fingers gently. Murasakibara pouted dramatically before trailing his eyes to look down at you.
“Well, I tried to.” Murasakibara mumbled matter of factly, but you quickly sent him a look that made him click his tongue in exasperation.
“Yeah, I should’ve just told you from the beginning. I was just too pissed to think straight.”
“You don’t have to worry, because like I said, Kise and I are just friends. The next time I see him I’ll make it clear that’s as far as our relationship will go. If he doesn’t respect that, then I’ll just cut him off— simple.” You grinned as Murasakibara grabbed your hand and brought your knuckles to his lips. 
“M’kay, I trust you.” Murasakibara lowly hummed, flashing you soft eyes. Then, his arms slyly snuck around your figure, slowly lifting you up so your legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth tenderly fell against yours.
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cemetery14 · 1 month
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kise and akashi
kise loves to dress up akashi, they have a shopping day but its just kise picking out cloths for akashi
once kise and reo hit the same wave length of "omg akashis so pretty and looks good in everything" its over💀
akashi would probably be the nicest to Kise and entertain him when he wants to brag about something, omg what was that one scene in the fan disc where kises yelling about his magazine and akashi ingores him and goes hmm yummy burger KLJHGFDGHJK
kise: akashis the one only nice one to me :<
akashi: hmm burger
i think kise would feel comfortable enough to drop his 'pretty boy' act around akashi and show more of his apathetic side, cause no way akashi has any room to judge 💀
kise being able to speak more harshly about things and share his actual opinions around akashi, and akashi being akashi would be able to match that wave length
i just want kise and akashi to be hot assholes together
i think peope forget that kise actually a really chill person, i love that scene before kise vs aomine where kises listening to katsumatsu spill his guts than he just replies "yeah i just wanna beat aomine tho" it seems so flippant but he LISTENED than gave his pov and tahts exactly what katsuamtsu needed
i think kise would be a good person for akashi to talk to about his problems, kise doesnt have as many responsibilities as akashi but he does have an actual job and is constantly surrounded by girls who dont actually care about him so i think they can relate somewhere in there
hes also not intimidated by akashi at all, he sees akashi as a friend whos on the same level as him, i think alot about kise getting so close to akashi in the psp library scene
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akashi needs more friends who arent intimated by him and just see him as a dude
they would also go crazy in a 1 on 1 💀 i wanna see kise vs akashi SO bad omg
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xxaraaq · 1 year
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𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙨
Been thinkin about this for a minute. Aomine Daiki x Black! reader
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College!Aomine who as soon as he sets his eyes on you, knows that he has to have you
College!Amonine who gets lucky to live in the dormitory next to yours, already thinking of the ways he can sneak you in and out without getting caught
College!Aomine who’s surprised when you decline his invitation to his basketball game, telling him that you’d rather spend time in your room catching up on your favorite series. He’s shocked but not upset, only being pushed to get you out all the more
College!Aomine who scoffs and brushes off the remarks from his teammates when they tell him to leave you alone and that you're clearly not interested, responding with a simple “Give me three weeks then talk shit to me.”
College!Aomine who takes the perfect opportunity to get closer to you by signing up for tutoring. He had heard you talking about it with your friend at the end of class
College!Aomine who smirks when you actually show up, sitting across with your papers a scrambled mess in your arms. “I didn’t think you were gonna show up sweetheart.” He jokes, chin in his palm
College!Aomine who gets excited when he sees that his plan is going as it should, the two of you getting closer and seeing each other outside of school hours
College!Aomine who tells you to come over to his dorm after he wins his game, a cocky undertone laced in his words. He out of the shower by the time you get there, shorts and a hoodie covering you
College!Aomine who doesn’t know how the events following up to you riding him, legs tensing up from the pleasure of your warm cunt. He presses fervent kisses onto your neck, eliciting the sweet moans he’s waited oh so long to hear
College!Aomine who’s confused when you start putting your clothes back on. “Where’re goin?” he asks, eyes half shut from exhaustion
“You ain’t the only one that had somethin’ to do today, thanks for the dick though; I’ve been stressed out recently.” You huff, a smile of ecstasy and contentment from his reaction to your words on your face
College!Aomine who takes a mental note in his head to fuck you good enough for you to not have to the energy to leave next time 
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-Nene
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gatitties · 9 months
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Have you’ve ever watched Kuroko No Basketball? If not it’s basically a group of middle schoolers turn high schoolers who are prodigies at basketball. They were called the Generation of Miracles. And once they enter highschool they split up to see who’s on top.
I have an request what if reader was their coach from when they were in middle school. And she coaches them again when they enter college. But when they were in high school she was working for bonten. But bonten being nosy decides to see the reason she quited and come to find out reader trained the elite team in Japan. The Generation of Miracle’s
—Bonten (slight Kuroko no basket) x reader
—Summary: homesickness makes you want to go back to your old job and your new coworkers are curious
—Warnings: none
yeeeeah, I know knb, a good series even though I didn't finish it 😔🤌🏻
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You were someone young when you first met the Generation of Miracles, completely fascinated by the basketball games of that team, you could not resist asking for your internship as a coach there. When they were in middle school you had just finished your studies in sports science, so you applied to go to Teiko as your final grade internship. Many people took you as another miracle added to the team, but you did nothing more than polish those six guys flaws, and your work wouldn't have been as noticeable if it wasn't thanks to their manager Momoi.
Although you decided not to finish your studies there, also noticing how the atmosphere of what at first was a united and hard-working team gradually broke down, you did not meet any of them again after they separated to go to different high schools. So during those years you started studying a management degree while looking for a job, you ended up working for, without knowing it, the most sought after gang in all of Tokyo. It's not that you didn't know about Bonten, but when you accepted the job they obviously didn't put anything related to that mafia, since at least you were working in one of their legal premises.
How you got to know all the executives and the leader himself was through your performance, rising through the ranks quickly, since not many people wanted to work there, the truth is that you didn't either, but it was already too late and you had a confidentiality contract. The thing is... it wasn't as bad as you thought, not as bad if you take away all the illegal shit they do behind the scenes, but since you weren't involved in those problems, you took it in a better way.
Probably the one closest to you is Kokonoi or Mochizuki due to the fact that they were the ones with the least legal problems, you had a love-hate relationship with the Haitani because they liked to mess with you from time to time. Kakucho was definitely the one who calmed all your nerves for being the sanest one there, just like Takeomi, you couldn't say the same about Sanzu, he always made you nervous because he walked around with a gun like it was his dog. You didn't see Mikey much, but your relationship was mere cordiality, for the moment you hadn't bothered him and you had done your job well so he had no problems.
So from one day to the next you found yourself being friends with one of the most powerful mafias in Tokyo, putting aside that sporty side of yours for a few years until one day, while cleaning your apartment, you found a photo with Teiko's basketball team. The nostalgia hit you so hard that you spent the whole day thinking about those years, your love for basketball having only crumbled a little because of the breakup of a good team.
You spent the next few days looking for information about them, they had already finished their studies and it seems they all met again at the university, you were surprised to see all those matches in which Kuroko won and you felt completely proud to see that everyone had improved their techniques, even though Aomine didn't appear much until the end.
The thing is that its gameplay reminded you of the old team, maybe it was a hasty or impulsive choice, but your contract with Bonten ended in a week, despite having a good salary and position, you wanted to feel again what was to be a coach. The decision took everyone by surprise of course, normally employees don't usually decide to end the contract and renew for another year, or they are simply the ones who have to get rid of people who don't serve them, but they had a good relationship with you.
Mikey didn't take it too seriously, but he was curious as to why you did it, since he had some regard for your hard work even though you knew they were criminals.
"Well? Have you found any information?"
Takeomi nodded, passing a folder to his leader, although of course, he wasn't the only curious one, everyone was looking for information about you.
"Oh, basketball coach, seems to do well right?"
"Aren't those guys the generation of…? erm... yeah, whatever, they're famous."
Sanzu simply didn't care about that team, he just looked at the photos where you were smiling holding the tournament cup.
"Look, this is the most recent news, it was on yesterday's news."
Rin turned on the projector, playing an informative sports video announcing your reunion with the generation of miracles for the Japanese team.
"Looks like I'm going to have more work now..."
Kokonoi leaned back massaging his scalp, you took a lot of work off of him and now he was on his own to take care of it all.
"I hope they win."
Mikey left all the photos of old championships won, intertwining his fingers, you were a good worker, he respected your decision to return to the sport but I also hoped that you would return with them, for now he would limit himself to seeing your progress in this tournament with your old team.
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