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selmasemlan · 1 year

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Life is good

Life is good

Author note: I was .......inspired and with Valentine closing up.......feeling a little depressed and sad, and Aomine Daiki just has a soothing effect on me.

Warnings: None, just a whole lot of freaking fluff, wishing he was real right now.

Word count: 864

Song inspiration: some playlist on youtube

Imagine....

He was staring.

Yes, he knew he was staring but could you blame him? There are not a lot of things he likes to watch. The majority of programs and shows these days weren't amusing. He found himself bored most of the time. His magazines no longer kept him entertained. God knows no one stood a chance against him in basketball. Ever since Kagami moved back to America, basketball wasn't the same. The miracles kept him occupied, but they didn't meet as often. Everyone had their own life to live.

Kise was off travelling with all kinds of different modelling gigs and even landing acting jobs. Kuroko was somehow living peacefully as a kindergarten teacher. Murasakibara was running his own bakery, which shockingly is flourishing. Midorima was off in the medical field and saving lives. Akaashi had finally taken over his father's dynasty and was perfect about doing it. No shock there. Daiki couldn't help but compare his life with theirs. It wasn't that he thought they had it better, but sometimes he couldn't help but think that he hadn't accomplished as much as them.

During those times, something or more like someone would remind him that his life may not be luxurious with constant new challenges and entertainment on a screen or paper. But he was lucky to own what he had. That someone would be you.

You are standing in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. He thanks God every day for gifting him you, cause he could´nt cook for his life. But you, you were amazing at it. The way you entered the kitchen as if it was your domain. You could make any sort of food, new or old, and it would be delicious. Daiki never had a complaint about any food that was made by your hands. The trust he had in you was unmatched.

But today was different.

"Sweetcheeks, you´re supposed to rest. You have been on your feet for too long"

He rises from the sofa and walks over to you. He grabs the bowl in your hand at puts it on the counter. He then turns to you and takes a hold of your forearms. You can only pout at him. You have been having cravings like no other for far too long and you just want to satisfy them. You do understand where he is coming from. The doctor did tell you to rest and not to overwork yourself, but you love cooking. For you, it feels weird not cooking the food at home.

"Baby I know you wanna feed us, but you have to think about yourself, your health and the baby's health too"

Your pout deepens. You hold your hand over your swollen stomach. You are looking forward to this baby coming out. Being 6 months pregnant was not easy, especially with a husband that is as protective as Daiki is with you and the baby. Not to mention that the doctors are worried about you and keep telling you to rest when you just wanna move around like normal.

"Daiki, we both know you can´t cook to save your life. We can´t keep eating out, now that is not healthy"

Daiki only chuckles softly and hugs you as tightly as he can with your stomach.

"My sweet sweet wife. Always prioritizing everyone over herself."

You smile, but hide it from him while lightly hitting him. He was corny but you loved him very much. You feel blessed to be the one person he acts like this with. This was your special Daiki, your husband. There is no one else you would wanna spend the rest of your life with but him. He feels the same way. There was and never has been anyone more perfect like you. Even though you like to tell him that you are not perfect, he always insists that you're wrong.

"Come on baby, you got the food in the oven and the dessert is standing right here in front of me. What more do you need to do?"

You blush lightly and hide your face in his chest. He hugs you a little tighter and kisses your forehead.

"Let's go"

He lets go of you but doesn't stay far away for long. He grabs the back of your knees while he has an arm around your shoulders and lifts you. You giggle and hide your face in his neck and he walks with you to the sofa. He leaves you on the sofa and goes back to the kitchen. You try to look over your shoulder to see what he is doing, but he is already on his way back. In his hand, he has brought your tea and a snack. He lays it down on the table. While he sits down, he brings a fuzzy blanket with him and covers you both with it.

"I got you" he says and kisses your temple and hugs you to his chest.

Honestly, he was right. The cleaning could wait.

It was cuddle time anyways.

#Aomine Daiki #aomine x reader #aomine daiki x reader #aomine daiki fic #aomine daiki oneshot #aomine daiki imagine #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basket fic #kuroko no basket oneshot #selmasemlan fic

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kucho04 · 3 months

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Lucky item, yellow hair ribbon Art trade :)

#midorima shintarou #takao kazunari #kuroko no basket #midotaka #trader! you know who you are again :D #I wanted to put something cute on his hair as lucky item #next time maybe it will be a hairband #for anyone curious- in exchange I received a 5k himukuro fic. can you believe it? dreamy

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transmasckagami · 14 days

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the alternate universe where kagami goes to rakuzan and he and akashi make each other worse STILL lives in my head rent free

#kagami taiga #akashi seijuuro #akakaga #whoops one day late for akashi/kagami day #kuroko’s basketball #kuroko no basket #knb #ALSO PLEASE READ “To the Victor the Spoils” on ao3 for a really good rakuzan!kagami fic and then talk to me about it please pelase pelase #zell art tag

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teamatsumu · 9 months

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: ̗̀➛ his.

kise needs to prove to haizaki that he can’t steal you from him.

pairing: kise ryota x reader

word count: 1,887

✎ suggestive themes, self doubt, angst if you squint

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Kise had known that the outcome of winning the Kaijo vs Fukuda Sogo match wouldn’t be good. But he had expected Haizaki to resort to his usual violent tendencies. In fact, he was almost hoping for it at this point, after seeing what exactly Haizaki was trying to do as part of his revenge. He hadn’t anticipated this at all.

He glared at Haizaki across the table as he conversed with you, talking about the “good old middle school days I spent with Ryota-kun”. Kise nearly barfed at the words, knowing not one sentence that left his rotten mouth was true. He didn’t expect you to know that though. You were listening in intrigue, munching on your lunch and smiling at certain points of Haizaki’s (completely fabricated) stories. Kise felt his hold on his chopsticks tighten, jaw clenching in repressed anger. His leg shook under the table to try and allay some of his anxiety. It was not working.

It was supposed to be a nice, spontaneous shopping date when he had picked you up at your place this morning. He needed new basketball shoes, and it was the perfect excuse to drag you along. He wanted to take every opportunity to spend time with you now that you were officially his. In his mind, this was your first official date after he had asked you to be his girlfriend.

Kise had liked you from the minute he saw you in his class. You had made the transition from Teiko Middle School to Kaijo High way easier for him. You had been kind and befriended him early on when he asked for your help on a particularly difficult Math question (he knew the answer, he just needed an excuse to talk to you). You had enthusiastically agreed to help him, and the rest had been history.

To Kise, you were special. You didn’t care about his athletic pursuits or his modeling career. While you supported him wholeheartedly in all his endeavors, they didn’t define him. And he loved that about you. You were different to him than the usual girls who flocked to him, attracted by the glitter and glam and unable to see the boy underneath. Had it not been so early in your relationship, Kise would wax poetic about you every opportunity he got.

But this was new. It was new and fresh and so, so delicate. He couldn’t risk unintentionally pushing you away. Not when he had just got you.

And so the fear gripped him as he watched you laugh at something Haizaki said, realizing that he could very easily lose you to the man sitting in front of you right now. He had done it before, after all. It wouldn’t be difficult for him to woo you. He had run into the two of you while you shopped, greeting Kise like a long-lost friend and introducing himself as Kise’s old best buddy before Kise could get a single word out. He didn’t even have time to process what was happening before Haizaki was inviting you two to have lunch with him, to which you excitedly agreed, claiming you wanted to know Kise’s old friend, And you were always so kind. How was he supposed to explain to you that Haizaki was a snake? How was he supposed to drag you away without coming off as an asshole? You would probably tell him that he was being too harsh. You always saw the good in people.

You had seen the good in him, hadn’t you?

Kise felt a nudge at his side, turning his head to look at you seated by his side. You were looking at him worriedly, eyes wide and lips pursed in apprehension.

“Are you okay, Ryo-kun?” Your voice was so soft it naturally made his stiff shoulders loosen. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

Across the table, Haizaki was smirking dangerously on him, a glint in his eye that told Kise all he needed to know. A claw gripped his heart, throat knotting as the fears of his middle school days encroached on his mind.

Your gentle touch on his arm made him finally move, standing up so abruptly it startled you. You blinked owlishly up at him, and he felt almost bad for doing this, if not for the sweat building up on the back of his neck.

“Can we leave, Y/N-cchi? I’m feeling a bit under the weather.” He tried to keep his voice steady, pointedly ignoring Haizaki’s burning stare. You nodded hastily, standing up and giving Haizaki a smile that made Kise want to scream.

“I guess we have to cut this short, huh?” Haizaki lumbered to his feet, giving Kise a grin that was so fake it took everything for him to not roll his eyes. “We should meet up more often, Y/N-chan, I have so many other stories about Ryota you would love to hear.”

Over Kise’s dead body.

He had reached for your hand, gripping it tightly in his own before throwing a glare at Haizaki, turning to walk out with you in tow. He had used your first name, and addressed you with an endearing honorific. After just one meeting. One conversation. Was that all it took?

“Ryo-kun, slow down!”

Kise blinked and stopped walking, turning to look back at you. He gasped and dropped his hand when he realized how tightly he was holding it, feeling his neck and ears heat up in embarrassment. He gave you a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, Y/N-cchi,” he rubbed the back of his head. “I got carried away.”

You sighed and took his hand again, looking around before leading him to an empty bench down the street. You sat down and patted the spot next to you, waiting for him to seat himself before you began to talk.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?”

Kise stared at you for a bit, gulping in what he assumed was a discreet way. “What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.”

Your face was blank as you looked at him, raising a delicate eyebrow in a way that clearly said that’s bullshit. Kise almost laughed.

“You were clearly uncomfortable around Shogo-kun. From the minute we met him, you’ve been quiet. It’s not like you.”

He didn’t hear a word past Shogo-kun. How long had it taken for you to start calling him anything other than Kise-kun? Haizaki had already made more progress in an hour than he had done in months.

“Ryo-kun?” You leaned towards him, and Kise felt every muscle in his body scream. He was panicking, he knew it. It seemed like all his confidence had suddenly gone down the drain. He felt the urge to run far, far away so he didn’t have to witness you spend a single happy minute with Haizaki. And even though Haizaki wasn’t here, Kise felt like the man was hanging over him like a shadow.

“Oh, Ryota, Y/N-chan.” This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be real. He watched Haizaki walk up to where you both sat. “You guys are still here. I thought you left, considering Ryota was feeling…… under the weather.”

That fucking tone. Haizaki was mocking him. Kise felt something simmer in his chest, feeling anger that he hadn’t felt since his last tough basketball game. You were looking between both of them in confusion, at the intense staring contest he had going with Haizaki. Kise felt bad, dragging you into this mess just because he won a basketball game. In the grand scheme of things, and compared to you, that win was nothing. Had Kise known this would ensue, he would never have provoked Haizaki or even played in the game.

“We were just leaving.” You stood up, pulling Kise out of his thoughts. Your stance was purposeful and closed off, which made Kise bite the inside of his cheek with worry. Had he freaked you out? Were you upset?

He wordlessly got to his feet and followed you when you tugged on his hand, feeling anxious that this would somehow ruin things between the two of you. A mere ten feet of walking later, you turned around abruptly, looking up at Kise with a heated stare that made him freeze.

“Kiss me.”

Kise’s mouth fell open in shock, eyes so wide he felt like they were ready to pop out of his skull. “H-huh?”

“You want to show him that I belong to you, right?” You leaned closer. “That’s what all the glaring is about. Well, do it. He’s watching.”

Kise instinctively turned his head behind you to see, and sure enough, Haizaki was standing right where you two had left him, only a few strides away, watching both of you, hands stuffed casually in his pockets. He smirked when their eyes met. Kise realized that in that moment, Haizaki probably thought you two were having an argument.

He felt his chest burn in anger.

The next second he turned back to you, one hand reaching up to hold the back of your head and the other on your waist, pulling you in until your lips were meeting in a searing kiss.

He nearly pulled away in surprise when you kissed him back just as aggressively, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, standing on your tiptoes and tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Kise nearly moaned, winding an arm around your waist until your body was flush against his. The people walking past you two faded away from his mind, and he felt his core tighten at how good you felt.

You had never kissed like this. In the handful of times that you had, it had been soft and hesitant, testing the waters, giggling and laughing as you exchanged gentle pecks after a good date. You had never arched into him like this, never sighed and hummed or tugged on his hair until little tingles ran through his scalp. He relished in the feeling of you, in the soft give of your hips under his hands, tongue running over your lips until you opened your mouth and let him in. Kise groaned long and low into your mouth, at how pliant you were being. His cock twitched in his trousers.

He turned you slightly and opened his eyes, still kissing and licking at your lips, eyes laser focused on the person behind you. Haizaki’s mouth had dropped open, and he looked pissed off as he lifted his hand, showing Kise a middle finger before turning and walking in the other direction.

Kise smirked and closed his eyes, both arms wrapping around your frame and kissing you harder, longer, not caring at the weird looks you were attracting.

He kicked himself for ever doubting your love, for ever doubting you and your devotion to him. It took so many months, but that meant one thing; you two had entered this relationship with complete trust and comfort, and a fake, one hour conversation with some random guy wasn’t going to mess that up. Haizaki could try over and over and it still wouldn’t work. This was one thing he couldn’t steal. And the way you whimpered into his mouth when he bit at your lip proved it.

You were Kise’s. No one else’s.

#kise ryota x reader #kise ryouta #kise x reader #kise ryōta #kuroko's basketball #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke x reader #knb fanfic #kise ryota x y/n #kise ryota one shot #kise ryota #kise ryota fanfiction #reader insert #kise ryota fic

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deargravity · 4 months

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love akashi so bad. that's my pookie, my stack of sunshine, my beloved cat. i will defend him to the ends of the earth. i will burn a house down on someone for speaking ill of him. i will bombastic side eye, criminal offensive side eye anyone who calls him "scary" or "cold" or reduces him into a caricature of his grandiosity because he is so much more than that and, in fact, he is actually quite the opposite of it.

he's been distanced so much from people his age because of constantly being raised in a state of vigilance and absolute perfection that prevents him from showing weakness or vulnerability even in his relationships because he's associated it with punishment but he wants to be approachable, to be seen as less intimidating. when he's dissociated into his second self, he's masking (unconsciously or consciously, who knows) because even though he may be intimidating, he is safe behind this superficial mask of superiority and perfection, he is untouchable, but as soon as it shatters, the very real fear of being abandoned by his friends comes crashing in - he just wants to keep playing basketball, on this court where it is his domain, where his father can't reach him and where he's closest to his mom. the very identity that he was hiding behind, to protect himself, is his greatest weakness. it's ironic that his second self is meant to be an image of absolute strength that maybe would have, in his eyes, made him worthy of companionship but all it does is contribute to it falling apart.

i think he is just a boy who has gone through way too much all by himself and has known no other way to experience the tragedies and obstacles in his life. he's learned he has to work to be worthy of his father's love, that love - his life - is a privilege meant to be earned rather than an experience to be created and shared. i could write so much more on how the visible power deferential between akashi and the rest, as well as the literal distance akashi puts between himself and them was meant to be adaptive, to protect his mask, but then became maladaptive - there is just so much to say about this but i could go on forever and i don't want to do that here.

he is just my boy and i love him dearly and no one understands him the way i do.

#knb #akashi seijūrō #akashi seijuro #akashi seijirou #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #to each their own interpretation #maybe i should write some kind of character study fic one day

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yeosatinyngz · 2 years

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Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Characters in this prompt: Akashi, Midorima, Aomine, Kise, Murasakibara

↳GN Reader | Fluff | Crack Humor(?)

➼A/N: I also have a blue lock version if anyone’s interested

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active-mind-15 · 3 months

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I finally updated my Akashi fic

After six years of writer's block, I finally did it. I'm sure if you've been seeing my posts within the past few weeks, you'd know I was working on trying to update one of my old KNB fics, and now I think I'm finally comfortable with sharing it with everyone else.

The fic is called Accidental Siblings, based on fanart by one of my fave Akashi accounts, @clubakashi (they haven't posted in a long while, but I hope they're doing well). I liked this piece of fanart so much that almost eight years ago, I decided to make an AU where after the Jabberwock vs. Vorpal Swords match, Bokushi is reborn again but as a five-year-old child outside of Akashi's body that has retained all of his knowledge and memories from when he was still in Akashi's subconscious.

I actually wrote a lot for this story, but eventually, life got in the way, and the lack of official content from the KNB realm when the series officially ended just really put a damper on things. And I ended up moving away from the fandom for some time.

But now that I'm back and my passion for KNB has been reignited, I wanted to go back to finish old stories of mine, and this one was at the top of my priority list. So I dug up the latest unfinished chapter for this fic a few weeks ago and managed to complete it. The latest chapter (chapter 20) was written at two different time periods. The first 5k words were written when I was between the ages of 18 and 20 (I'm almost 25 now for context as to how long ago that was), and the last 6k words were written by me over the past two weeks. I only made minor edits to my old chapters in order to preserve the essence of my old writing style, but I did clean up the formatting and correct the timeline to match the canon just so it's an easier read.

Anyway, here's the link if anyone wants to start from Chapter 1, so I hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think! I would be fascinated to see how people perceive the writings of my jobless 17 y/o self. Go easy on me, though. 🤭

#i really should be sleeping rn #but i had to update this fic #now that i have i can finally rest #kuroko no basket #knb fanfic #accidental siblings #akashi seijuro

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hey-cringelord · 5 months

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my favorite guy

suffered the wrath of zerochans horrible load features to get these by the way. hes lucky hes worth it

bonus: mr. nice guy (clearly)

#i’m in the middle of a kurobas rewatch #since starting it:#two fics have been dumped onto ao3 #(deletes watch thread on main twt)#(accidentally starts one on priv)#its the way of life #i just cant be quiet about something #especially not when ive liked it for 3(?) years #cringelord rambles #aomine daiki #kuroko no basket #knb #kuroko’s basketball

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beesparlour · 2 years

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aomine daiki tea prompts <3

lemon tea - mornings with daiki

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’m lucky to have you too darling”

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

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

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

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selmasemlan · 1 year

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Breaking necks

Author note: Sooooo, Hiiiiiiii! I´m not dead, yeeeeyeyeyye. Okay, but for real, I have missed you guys and I see the love you´ve been giving my fics. Gosh almost wanna cry for all the love I have been giving, but anywhooooo. I´m back with a new fic. Aomine Daiki is my husband, my freaking soulmate. So have fun and leave a request, cause mama needs inspiration. Enjoy

Warning: None, just a lot of freaking fluff and soft sweets

Word count: 1231

Song Inspiration: A playlist on youtube called, Falling in love with a fictional character

Imagine.....

You´re sitting under a tree. The top of the buildings is painted orange from the light of the sun. The wind blows softly and carries with it leaves from the Sakura trees. You´re enjoying the silence and time you have by yourself.

Lately all of you, you and your friends have been busier than ever, with exams and sports events. You especially. You may have not been with them from the beginning, but when Kuroko and Kagami, also known as the troublesome duo, told you their story and goal, you couldn't help but join their quest. With the Winter Cup right around the corner, Kuroko and Kagami trained harder than they ever had before. You being a great friend watched them train and wait patiently.

Today you didn't feel like waiting inside, with the smell of sweat and the constant sound of shoes sliding across the floor and the ball bouncing. Instead, you wanted to savour the scenery of the colourful sky and the feeling of grass under your hands. It has been a while since you've had time for yourself, with joining the troublesome duo, making it the troublesome duo and their mother instead.

But you would be lying if you said that you hated getting the boys out of trouble, but would it really kill them to not get in trouble, especially with Aiko, who is terrifying when mad. But you felt like you had finally found your place.

This made you think. Aimone Daiki, the old light of Kuroko. He was an enigma that you just couldn't figure out. What was his deal? You just couldn't solve this stupid puzzle. A big part of you couldn't understand why you even bothered with a guy you only met a few times. But the small part of you, your gut feeling kept telling you to not give up on this person. So ever seens you first heard the story you've been analyzing and trying to understand him. Maybe it wasn't about him wanting someone to be able to beat him. Maybe he just needed someone to have fun with. Perhaps he needed someone to confide in, to lean on. Someone that wouldn't judge him, that one who would accept him for his flaws but still give him a reality check here and there.

You shake your head, trying to clear your head for a minute. What exactly are you trying to accomplish with this? It is not like the guy knows you exist. Even if he knew you existed he would want nothing to do with you. You don't even like basketball like that. The only reason you're involved is because of your friends and the fact that you love seeing them happy and passionate about their sport. You, on the other hand, don't have something like that. Maybe that's why you want to understand Aomine Daiki. You don't want to understand the person, you want to understand how a person who loves something so much, now hates it. Maybe it will also answer why you don't have something, a hobby you love.

"Yo!"

You turn your head so fast you feel your neck almost giving away. Behind you stands the very person you had been thinking about. Aomine stands there with his school uniform and school bag over his shoulder. The pain in your neck is so bad you grab your neck, trying to massage it to relieve the pain. You turn your face forward again and give a casual

"Oh, it´s you"

Aomine stares at you for a moment, trying to understand your reaction. He takes all of you in. Beautiful, beautiful you are. His brain struggled to understand how such a creature like you could exist. Everything from your eyes to the way you smile. He had seen you around the troublesome duo. Seen you cheer for them and hug them when they won against him and his team. He just wanted you to look at him, smile at him, and maybe even give him one of your cute laughs. God, what were you doing to him?

'Maybe she doesn't like me? Am I irritating? Did I do something wrong? Gosh she doesn't even wanna look at my ugly mu'You "g

"You know if you came here to meet the duo, you´re welcome to join Kuroko and Kagami in the gymnastic hall. That would probably be more fun for you than to stand here with me?"

How could you say that? He only came here for you. He´s been trying to get you alone forever now. Just to get a word in with you. The duo would never leave him and you alone. You might be the mother, but those two act like overprotective brothers when it comes to you.

"Actually, I´m here for you"

You, once again turn so fast you give yourself a whiplash. You bring your hand back to your neck and look down to not show Aomine how much pain you´re in. Also, you don't wanna show the fact what he said, had affected you. He was here, for you? No one is ever there for you. It´s always something about the duo.

'He´s here for me. He´s really here for me!'

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you look up, only to see Aomine a few centimetres from your face. He looks worried. His eyes had a question. God, was his eyes always this beautiful and clear? When they said that the eyes are the door to the soul, they weren't lying. In his eyes, I could see everything. The truth. He really was here for you.

"I´m fine, just maybe not shock me again for today"

Aomine pauses for a second and then a small chuckle leaves his lips.

"I´m sorry, but I had to say it while I had the courage to."

He was scratching the back of his head. He would not meet your eyes, but he didn't move away. His presents had a calming effect on you. It felt like your entire body just lit up to him. It just makes sense for the both of you, to be close. The world seems complete. Like two halves meeting in the middle. No, that is a too-perfect picture. It was more like you meet in the middle, with your flaws and everything.

"I was wondering?"

You look up at him. He still won't meet your eyes, but you can see that his complex had darkened.

"If your fine by it, and I mean it"

This time he makes eye contact with you and he stays. He grabs your hand and squeezes it as if it would bring him bravery.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

You freeze for a few moments. A date? With him? His face changes a little to fear. He might have blown it. It´s only logical for a person like you to have higher standards than him. He looks down at the ground, looking for a stone to hide under when all of the sudden,

"I would love to!"

It´s Aomine turn to look up too fast and hurt his neck. A few seconds pass and laughter breaks out. Look at you a couple that seems to hurt both necks together. Maybe, just maybe this would work.

A couple that breaks their necks together, stays together.

#selmasemlan fic #aomine daiki x reader #aomine x reader #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basket headcanon #kuroko no basketball #aomine daiki #aomine daiki fic #aomine daiki oneshot #kuroko no basket fic #kuroko no bakset oneshot

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the-chronicles-of-a-bookworm · 2 years

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Akashi Seijuro x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Akashi Seijuro x Fem!Reader Warnings: my writing, tooth-rotting fluff Word count: 548 a/n: OOC Akashi I think. I am just writing this for myself but I'm just sharing it here for those who are willing to read stupid fics too. U can also request for something if you have anything on ur mind. just check the rules in my blog before requesting something. The ending is also very stupid cause i didn't know what to write. P.S.- I overdid it with the tags. ignore them... if u want to.

You were sitting on Akashi’s lap. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly whilst the other handheld the book you were reading together, open. As he reached out to turn the page, your quiet voice called out.

“No, don’t turn it yet, I’m not done.”

“Well, how can I ignore your requests, fair maiden?”, your boyfriend said, before putting his hand back in its original place, around your waist.

“So cheesy, Sei. We should read something else other than medieval romance, then.”, you teased.

A warm, deep, velvety chuckle filled the room. Akashi’s hand slithers up your shirt and rests on your stomach.

“You’re right, darling. As much as I love reading, some books influence me. Nevertheless, I’m not taking back what I said before.

You giggled and turned to look at him. He set the book on the side table before turning his attention back to you.

He looks beautiful wearing his reading glasses. It was rectangular and was perched on his nose delicately. Akashi was looking at you from above his glasses. You reached your hand up, and took it off, setting it on the side table, above the book, carefully. Then, brought your face closer to his and lightly brushed your lips on his cheeks.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?”, you asked before proceeding to kiss his nose.

“Shouldn’t I say that to you, my love? You’re beautiful.” Akashi teased, pushing a strand of your hair that escaped its hair tie prison, behind your ear.

“Gorgeous” Kiss on the crown of you head.

“Attractive” Kiss on the top of your head.

“Appealing” Kiss on your forehead.

“Alluring” Kiss on the bridge of your nose.

“Bewitching” Kiss on your nose.

“irresistible” Kiss on one of your cheeks.

“heavenly” Kiss on your other cheek.

“pulchritudinous”

Akashi pressed his lips onto your, your cheeks dusted with red from what he said you were. You could feel Akashi smirking against your lips. He won the teasing game, fair and square. Just as he was pulling away, you pecked his lips slightly before pulling back yourself.

“I don’t know how you know all those words, especially the last one. I thought you were telling me that I’m like fruit punch or something. Or fruit pulp. Or studious. Does studious make sense, though? Maybe fruit juice who studies well. A smart fruit juice. A smart fruit! What’s a smart fruit, though? Maybe apples, cause they’re better than doctors.”

You boyfriend let a laugh he has been trying to hold back for so long. His beautiful laugh broke you out of your own thoughts.

“Huh? What happened, babe?”

“Nothing, darling. You were rambling.”

“Well,”, you said, smiling a little, “If it is annoying, I’ll just go.”

“No, no, love! I meant to say that its adorable.”

You laughed before wrapping your arms around his body and snuggling your face into the crook of Akashi’s neck.

“I love you.”

“I know,”, Akashi said softly, “I love you too.”

No matter what you do or where you go, Akashi Seijuro will be there with you. Like partners in crime, a prince and princess, a king and queen. You will always be the stars for his sky, the words in his story, and the music to his song.

He will be there for you, and you for him.

“Always.”

A soft whisper in your ear.

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kucho04 · 3 months

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Art trade! It has two artworks. I will post one today.

#midorima shintarou #takao kazunari #midotaka #kuroko no basket #knb #I'm open to do more art trades by the way! (fics or art) I will ask for himukuro so yeah consider that #not tagging the trader out of privacy but you know who you are c:

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seafoamist · 2 months

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@wannabe-cartoonist-blog surprise! You are my dear giftee! ♥️ Thank you to @knbexchange for hosting this event!

Title: I'll be there, always

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters & ships: Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya, Kagami Taiga, Kuroko Tetsuya, Kise Ryouta, Aomine Daiki, Midorima Shintarou, Akashi Seijuurou, Murasakibara Atsushi, Momoi Satsuki

Word count: 7,810

Summary: It was their senior year of high school, and it had been off to an amazing start for Kagami, with he and Kuroko upgrading their status from basketball partners to romantic (yet still basketball) partners. But...there's an issue. Actually, a few issues - five (5) of them to be exact. It seemed Kagami would never escape the Generation of Miracles even after defeating the bastards, who take it upon themselves to stay actively involved in Kuroko's (and now, unfortunately, Kagami's) life. Yet, Kuroko is smiling so much more now than he ever has before now that things are normal(ish) between them all.

And so, as his devoted boyfriend, Kagami is going to give it his all and try to get along with the rainbow weirdos. Could this be the start of their friendship arc? Kagami has no idea, but for Kuroko, he's willing to try his damn hardest to like them - well, that's a bit much, maybe tolerate them, at the very least.