Can’t Buy Me Love…

I decided to combine these two, I hope you don’t mind!

“Absolutely not,” Akashi states earning a severe pout from
Kise.

“But Akashi-cchi!” the blonde whines, “it’s for a good
cause!”

“Then I’ll just donate directly. I refuse to be a part of
such a ridiculous event.” His voice is calm but firm, finality in his tone. He
turns to leave only to practically be bowled over by you. Akashi steadies
himself and you, smirking inwardly at the flush of embarrassment on your cheeks
but extends what some would perceive a kind smile. “Be careful, ______-san,” he
admonishes gently.

“Sorry, Akashi-san! I’m just in a bit of a rush to-“

“______-chan!” shouts one of your friends as they run up
behind you. “Slow down, everything will be fine!”

You turn to look at the cloister of three girls as they stop
next to you and the two basketball prodigies. Flushing a deeper shade of red,
you comment, “There’s still so much to get ready!” Looking up at Kise, you smile
warmly. “Thanks for helping us out, Kise-kun!”

Kise’s lips tilt up in a flirtatious grin and Akashi has to
refrain from smacking it off his face; never mind the fact he doesn’t know
Akashi himself is interested in you. “It’s no problem, ______-cchi!”

Akashi barely hides his surprise when you say, “And thank
you, too, Akashi-san.”

He schools his face into polite recognition. “It’s my
pleasure to be of assistance, _____-san.”

A deep flush erupts over your face and before you can
embarrass yourself further you sprint off again, calling out, “See you at the
auction!”

As the rest of the girls make their way after you, Akashi
turns a cold stare onto Kise. “You told her I’d help? Before you even asked
me?”

Kise can’t help a thin sheet of sweat appearing on his brow
but he knew if he couldn’t get Akashi committed, none of the other of the General of Miracles or Kagami-kun would
help at the bachelor auction for the girls’ basketball team. Swallowing his
nerves, he says, “I’m sorry, Akashi-cchi, but they really needed help! Besides,
it will be fun! A bunch of girls clamoring over each other to win a day with
us, what could be better?”

“I could think of a number of things,” Akashi snaps.
Sighing, his index finger and thumb rubbing his forehead, he continues, “But seeing
as you’ve already gotten her hopes up, I can’t very well back down.”

“I knew you’d do it! Especially for ______-chan!”

A dark chuckle leaves Akashi’s throat. “So, you knew, huh?”

“Akashi-cchi, I’m not as dumb as you all think I am,” Kise
remarks dryly. Then, brightening up again, he adds, “Now, can you call other
guys and make them come too?”

Another sigh leaves Akashi’s lips but his fingers are
already pressing the keys of his cellphone, a message ordering the rest of his
former team and their newest frenemy to join them at the auction. Needless to
say, everyone complies, whether they want to or not.

“Eh? There’s a lot of girls here, Kise-chin,” Murasakibara
mumbles around his snack stick.

“Tch, maybe this won’t be so bad after all,” rumbles Aomine,
eyeing the sea of estrogen milling about the gym.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this,” Kuroko mutters,
startling Kagami who curses in surprise.

“Baka! No one will notice you anyway,” grunts the ace.

“No need to be rude, Kagami-kun,” Kuroko replies evenly.

“This is highly undesirable, what if I end up being
purchased by my opposite sign? Or someone who’s luck is bad?” grumbles Midorima.

“Will all of you stop worrying?” Kise laughs. “This isn’t a
big deal. Just a day spent with a lovely girl! Easy!”

Back stage, you’re a nervous wreck watching the proceedings
of the event begin. How your friends ever talked you into something like this
you’ll never know but from the very first male put out for auction you can
already see it’s a great idea because the bids are pouring in like crazy.

One after the other of those who have agreed to have a day
with them auctioned off come and go, the generation of miracles actually being
the funniest because the boys are just so flustered, save for Aomine who
oversees his own bid war.

When Akashi takes the stage, a hushed whisper carries over
the crowd of women; no one appears bold enough to bid on the confident male.
That is, until one of your friends from the tennis club speaks up. Her bid
brings out others and soon it’s an intense battle between her (and the rest of
your friends who keep upping the ante) and another girl. Eventually the sum
grows to an insane number and you wonder how in the world your girls are going
to pay when they win. They look surprisingly calm considering the sum they just
committed to but you don’t have time to consider it further when other needs
vie for your attention.

At the end of the event, you’ve found your quota goal was
hit by the bid war on Akashi alone which means you have a rather large surplus
for which your coach is practically crying tears of joy over.

When your friends make their way to you, you open your mouth
to interrogate them about the bid war when the instigator of it stops your
words cold with some of her own. She gently ushers Akashi forward, saying
through a mischievous smile, “Happy birthday, ______-chan, he’s all yours.”

The next morning dawns a Saturday and you find yourself
opening the door to let Akashi in. You’ve no idea what to do with him for the
next 24 hours and so had suggested the two of you meet at your house to discuss
what to do and/or where to go. He’d been very amiable to the idea but as he
enters your home clad in dark designer jeans and snuggly fit button-down shirt
you feel your mouth go dry; what the heck were your friends thinking?

“I’ll be right there, Akashi-san, make yourself
comfortable,” you advise making your way to the kitchen.

Aksahi seats himself on your loveseat, eyes trailing around
the room. He smiles, glad for this opportunity to have one on one time with
you.

When you return with a tray of lemonade and ginger snap
cookies, you take a seat next to him, the feeling of electricity humming over
your skin. He accepts the glass you extend to him with a murmured thanks,
taking a sip.

“This is exceptionally good,” he compliments.

“Thank you, it’s my secret recipe,” you reply smiling.

Silence descends and you struggle to come up with
conversation topics, but what you are supposed to talk about with Akashi Seijuro?
He’s been your crush since middle school, an unattainable distant dream that
never left because he’s always been in your periphery. A delicate blush crawls
over your cheeks, descending your neck when remembrances of fantasies of what
it would be like to kiss Akashi come flooding into your mind. Why are you
thinking of those and now of all
times?

Akashi watches you closely, taking inventory of your
expression, the pattern of your breathing, the pallor of your skin and they all
add up to one thing; he wasn’t mistaken in his conviction that you are
attracted to him as well. But he can see you’re uneasy, maybe even
uncomfortable and it gives him an unpleasant feeling.

Meeting his eyes, words rush out of your mouth before you
can consider the consequences of them. “I’m sorry my friends made you end up
with me.” His eyebrows rise slightly but before he can say anything you’re
already talking again, “I mean, I know I’m not the type of person you’d want to
spend an hour with let alone a whole day so I won’t be mad if you want to
leave.” You try for a small smile but the damage is already done, your
self-deprecation banging against his ear drums like an annoying clang.

As he carefully sets down his glass, you look away,
unwilling to watch him leave. A touch against your chin has you flinching in
surprise. Akashi’s grip is firm but gentle as he guides your face back to his
own. His eyes are open a bit wider, the two hues almost glowing and you catch
your breath behind your teeth.

This was not the way he’d planned on progressing, but Akashi
simply cannot abide by you having so low of an opinion of yourself. “If that’s
how you feel, then I’ll have to let you in on a little secret.” His hand flits
delicately over your skin to clasp to the side of your neck, his touch
producing a wave of goosebumps. Slowly he leans forward, breath ghosting the
shell of your ear as he whispers, “Your friends were merely instruments in my
plan to get you alone.”

Akashi stood near but
separate from the cluster of his fellow basketball players, eyes fixated on
your figure as you rushed about taking care of the last-minute details. It
irked him to no end to have the real object of his affections so near when you
might as well be a thousand miles away. The members of the girls’ team were, of
course, not bidding because the whole point was to raise money for the team and
if they were to join in, well, that would defeat the purpose. Never one to
pout, Akashi felt the closest to doing so as he ever has in his life, even
since he was a child.

It isn’t as though he
lacked the confidence to ask you out but contrary to his attitude towards
basketball and almost everywhere else in his life, Akashi does not want to
resort to obtaining love by exerting his will. He wants you to want him on your
own volition and though he’s fairly sure you feel similar to himself as he does
to you, he’s never one to jump the gun on important things.  

It’s a remarkedly
irritating position to be in but he’s a much more patient man than people give
him credit for. But that doesn’t mean he’s above creating a situation where
there is more opportunity for something to happen, even if the creation of it
is a bit convoluted. The idea came to him in a burst of inspiration when he saw
your same friends as before twittering together next to the stage, pointing at
himself and the other guys.

He made his way
confidently to them, putting on his most endearing smile. “Good afternoon
ladies,” he opened smoothly. They all fell silent, some in awe while others in
fear but he didn’t keep them waiting for his words. “I have a request to make
of you, if you would be so kind?” They looked at each other for a moment, then
the bravest of them nodded her head ever so slightly.

“Great, this is what I
want you to do,” he went on and explained his plan.

“Wha…wait…you…” Your eyes are wide open, the truth of Akashi’s
words hitting you like a freight train. He manipulated the bidding…all to get
time with you?

“Akashi-san,” you breathe out and he has to suppress a
shudder at the feel of your breath against his lips, “that…you spent too much
money! You didn’t have to do that.”

“Oh? And why is that, pray tell?” His tone is light, teasing,
almost as if he already knows what you’re going to say.  

You swallow thickly, words getting stuck in your throat like
peanut butter but you press on in a burst of courage you didn’t even know you
had until this moment. “Because I would have spent time with you for free,” you
confess.

He smiles a bit more warmly, his other hand joining its
partner behind your neck. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, _____-chan. Helping
your team in the process is just icing on the cake.” He locks eyes with you
more firmly, a flirtatious fire burning in his irises.  “Though I advise you take advantage of the
situation, this is probably the only time in my life I’m willing to submit to
someone else. So, make it count.”

You can’t stop a violent shudder from coursing over your
body at the heat laced in his words. Should you do this? Literally take
advantage of him? Though, even with you in charge of whatever happens today,
you can’t help but feel the pull of Akashi’s strings in every instant. But you
can’t find it in yourself to care because you now know whatever he does he
isn’t doing solely because you ordered it, but because he wants to do it.

And that makes it so much better.

“Akashi-san, kiss me.”

Akashi leans forward, kissing you lightly at first. His
touch ignites a fire in your veins, breeding something akin to desperation and
you whimper against the suppleness of his lips. You feel him smile but you’re
not sure if its benevolence or something darker that hides behind his
expression when he pulls away.

“More, please.” The tables have turned already, but Akashi’s
been playing this game longer than you.

“I’m sorry, I only follow orders,” he replies smugly.

Your cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink as you respond, “Kiss
me more, Akashi-san.”

A startled gasp falls from your lips when Akashi pulls you
into his lap, arranging your legs to straddle him. “I aim to please, master,” he purrs, sending a shock wave
of heat over your whole body. His head cranes up, lips touching yours
delicately, teeth gently scraping against the sensitive flesh making you
shiver. His hold grows tighter, hand weaving into your hair as he tugs you
further down. Your breaths mingle, heat growing exponentially between your
bodies and when he finally seals your mouth with his own you can’t stop the low
moan that comes from the back of your throat.

Akashi returns the sentiment, snaking his arm fully around
your waist to hold you close. He’s already half hard, practically going out of
his calm collected mind with desire to ravish you properly. But he forces
himself to go slow, to wait for your instructions and leave all the power in
your hands. Besides, he wants to savor this, wants to savor you.  

Your heartbeat feels like a jackhammer against your chest,
the scent of Akashi’s cologne overwhelming your senses while his tongue does
quick work of making you weak kneed. You don’t remember pulling on him, but the
next thing you know you’re on your back on the couch with him above you. His
lips trail down your neck, nipping and licking the sensitive skin making your
body arch and writhe beneath him.

Akashi is struggling to maintain control of himself. As much
as he wants you, he knows it’s too soon to go much farther than this but his
hands seem to have a mind of their own as they weave under the fabric of your
shirt to touch your flesh. You arch again, chest pressing to his and he groans
deeply into your mouth.

“______-chan, we…we should stop,” he pants but you tug him
back down with surprising force.

“We’re done when I say we’re done, Seijuro.” Your voice is
rough and lust filled sending pulsing waves of longing through his whole body
straight to his groin.

“Fuck,” he hisses as your hips lift causing your
ever-growing heat to press against his now fully hardened erection. Momentarily
abandoning his roll of the submissive he growls out, “If you keep that up, I
can’t be held responsible for what happens next.”

Your body is screaming for him, want coursing through you
like a raging rapid. The logical portion of your brain is admonishing you to
stop but you can’t, not when he’s kissing you like this and touching you like
that and, oh god right there!

“Seijuro, touch me,” you whimper canting your hips up to
emphasize where exactly you want his hand. Akashi complies quickly, thrusting
his hand up your skirt to shove aside the cloth of your panties.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs against your neck, fingers
exploring the contours of your most intimate area. A rush of heat stains your
cheeks at his words but you don’t want him to stop.

“Please, Seijuro, please,” you beg, voice shifting to a
higher octave when he slowly pushes two digits into your core. Akashi swallows
your deep moan of pleasure, his tongue probing and tasting all that it can
reach. He takes the reigns now, following instinct on what to do; he’s not
completely naïve, he’s seen a few videos here and there (it can’t be avoided
being Aomine’s friend after all).

His thumb finds your clit and presses hard prompting you to
tear your mouth away from his to release a loud wail of his name. It drives him
higher, his hand pumping faster to bring you to your end.

“Come on, _______-chan, come for me,” he orders. You do,
violently, your body shaking hard against his.

Both of you have sweat adorning your brows, clothes rumpled
and askance with mussed hair and glazed eyes. When you finally look at each
other again, content smiles are exchanged. Akashi extracts his hand carefully,
grabbing a napkin from the tray to clean you and his fingers before he caresses
your cheek and kisses you gently.

When he pulls away you can’t help teasing, “What happened to
me being the master?”

“The day is still young, ______-chan. I think you could use
more practice, though it may be preferable to take these types of activities
back to my house.”

Tags: @rock-n-magick

Kurobasweek Day 07: Free Day – “Free Throw”

AU: What if the
Generation of Miracles met before junior high?

“Yes!” Aomine shouts
when another shot makes it in. He dribbles the ball making moves as though to
pass invisible opponents when he’s surprised to actually knock into something
solid. A startled gasp followed by a low groan alerts him to the fact whoever he
ran into is now on the ground. Looking down, he’s surprised to see a shock of
blue hair followed by bright blue eyes when the boy he knocked over looks up at
him.

“Oi, sorry ‘bout that,”
Aomine says with a sheepish grin, “I didn’t see you.” He extends a tanned hand
which is taken by the smaller boy.

“It’s ok, that happens
to me all the time,” he replies as he stands.

Aomine is confused on
how someone who was literally right in front of him could just disappear but he
opts to forgo further investigation in favor of recruiting a player so he’s not
alone. “Well, since you’re here anyway, wanna play?” he asks tossing the ball
in his hand up and catching it on the tip of his finger.

The smaller boy nods
softly. “Great!” Aomine exclaims, then almost as an afterthought asks, “What’s
your name?”

“Kuroko Tetsuya,” is the
reply.

Aomine sticks out his
hand again, shaking the other’s. “Nice to meet you, I’m Aomine Daiki!”

The two play a bit of
one on one though Kuroko struggles to do anything even remotely right. But
instead of being frustrated, Aomine finds himself welcoming the challenge of
teaching someone something. As Kuroko takes another shot that hits the rim
sending the ball backwards to the other end of court, Aomine instructs, “Ok,
you need to hold the ball a bit different. I think you’re putting too much spin
on it.”

Kuroko nods and is about
to turn to retrieve the ball when both boys are startled by it sailing over
their heads and clearing through the hoop with a faint whoosh. Turning around, their eyes land on a green haired
bespectacled boy who’s just as tall as Aomine.

“Wait a second,” the
dark blue haired boy says, “did you make that shot from there?”

The boy nods and Aomine
rushes to him. “That was awesome! Do you want to play?”

At first it looks like
the newcomer is going to decline but the slight gleam in his eyes gives away
the fact that he really does want to join in. So, he nods in affirmation,
following Aomine back to the free throw line where he introduces himself:
Midorima Shintaro.

“Maybe you can help this
guy,” Aomine says flicking a thumb towards Kuroko.

“I highly doubt it,”
mumbles Midorima.

“Hey! Do you guys need
another player?” a shrill voice cries out.

The three on the court
turn their heads bringing into their line of sight an enthusiastic looking
blonde gripping the chain-link fence set around the basketball courts.

“Yeah!” Aomine responds
with a flick of his wrist.

The boy lets loose a
yelp of happiness, rushing to the gate and over to where they stand.

“I’m Kise Ryouta, what
are your names?” he asks excitedly.

After introductions,
it’s decided to have Aomine and Kuroko play against Kise and Midorima. The game
is a bit one sided to the half of the blonde and green haired boys, mostly
because Kuroko has a really hard time keeping up with the running. But Aomine
doesn’t really care since he finally has some people to play with.

Eventually the quad of
boys decides to take a break, mostly so Kuroko can catch his breath.

“Sorry,” he pants
heavily, wiping sweat from his brow, “I just don’t have a lot of stamina.”

“It’s fine,” Aomine says
quickly, “we’re just having fun you know?”

“Care to add two more to
your game?” a voice says from behind.

The four players look
over their shoulders, eyes widening a bit at the sight of a huge purple haired boy standing next to
a shorter red head. It must have been the latter who spoke since the former’s
mouth is full of chips that he crunches.

“Sure,” Aomine answers
standing up. “Who are you guys?”

“I’m Akashi Seijuro and
this is Murasakibara Atsushi, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance…”

“Aomine,” he replies
pointing to the other boys as he introduces them.  

Akashi smiles softly,
looking up at his tall companion. “Come on, Murasakibara, put down your chips
and let’s play.”

The purple giant
grumbles but does as instructed, brushing crumbs from his t-shirt as he walks
onto the court. He joins Kise and Midorima while Akashi is with Kuroko and
Aomine. With another player able to score on their team, the blue haired boys
start to close the gap in points between themselves and their opponents.

Akashi, after watching
Kuroko for a while, calls a time out and draws him aside. “Kuroko, I think it
would be better if you focused on passing more. Dribbling is not your strong
suit and your shots are making it harder for us because we have to get their
rebounds,” he says but with a gentleness that takes the sting out of the truth
of his words. Kuroko nods feebly, heading back to where the rest of the boys
stand waiting for them.

After the first pass, he
feels his heart lighten up a bit; he just may be good at something after all.

The six boys play until
almost sun down, each promising to return the following Saturday to play again
and bring someone else if they can so it can be more like a real game. As
Aomine makes his way home, his smile is bright and wide. He really loves this
game and it’s been a lot of fun getting to play with other boys who, while
maybe are not as good as him, take away the loneliness of playing by himself.  

He thinks as he bounces
the ball in his hand, “I hope we all end
up at the same school in junior high, we could really dominate if we do!”

Megane boys – imayoshi, midorima, tsukishima fmk

You picked up on another of my weaknesses!!

Fuck Imayoshi: master of teasing it’s sure to be a night of pain and pleasure.

Marry midorima: even being such a tsundere I think he has the capacity to mature into a good husband. He’d watch out for his wife and I see those hands being good for more than just shooting impossibly long shots 😉

Kiss Tsukishima: I wanna make him blush, tol brat! But seriously, I do like him a lot though with these choices he ends up in the kiss pile. 😂

Thanks!!

Kurobasweek Day 06: Memories – “Many Times Over”

I took a different interpretation
of this day and focused on the families of the main boys.

It wasn’t often the generation of
miracle’s parents were able to make it to their games but for their first
championship they all did their best to be present.

Aomine’s dad smiles proudly
watching his son score point after point, seemingly with little need of help
from his team mates; he has enough talent to do this on his own. But his smile
fades away as the reason his son is this way dawn on him; he’s almost always
alone. Ever since his mother passed, Aomine’s been left to his own devices
because his dad simply can’t be there due to work. Watching him now, he’s happy
to see that he has friends on who he can rely but a nagging feeling in gut
tells him, this joy is not going to last.

Kise’s mom and sisters cheer loudly
next to him, their shrill voices carrying through the din of shouts and
exultations for each team to do their best. His mother winces when he takes an
elbow to the shoulder while getting a rebound, part of wishing Kise had just
stuck to modeling where it was safe. His sisters remember the fun they had
teasing him while they were growing up, making him play dress up with them. He
doesn’t have time anymore for mall crawls and fashion talks, constantly
obsessing over “beating Aomine-cchi”. The three women remember and miss the
childlike innocence Kise possessed before joining this team. It’s still there,
but it’s growing dimmer.

Midorima’s mother and father are
busy people, but his sister whined something fierce about coming to this game
and they couldn’t deny it was important to Midorima’s formative years to have
support from them in something he so enjoys. At least, they think he enjoys it;
it’s always so hard to tell with their stoic son. Shot after shot is made, both
amazed at how far he can stand from the hoop and score. When her son receives a
pat on the back from his captain, Midorima’s mother leans to his father and
says, “Do you remember the struggle we had just to get him to talk to other kids? Look at him now!”
His father nods, pleased to see his son assimilating so well amongst his peers
but he can’t help wondering if something so simple will remain so. Somehow, he
doubts it but doesn’t voice his apprehension.

Murasakibara’s entire family has turned out to watch the youngest
of their brood play in his first championship game. It’s odd to them to see the
normally laziest member of themselves playing such a high energy sport but he’s
doing well, both in defense and offense. “Remember when we couldn’t even get
him out of bed on time for school?” one of his brother’s comments, “Now he’s
actually running!” They all nod, varying degrees of smiles on their faces.
“It’s so nice to see him passionate about something,” his mother coos. She
misses the frustrated look on her son’s face, the tightening of his jaw as he
watches the other team continue to struggle in vain. She doesn’t understand;
he’s not passionate he’s talented and that will lead to his arrogance growing
until these moments of seeming happiness are nothing but a memory.

Akashi doesn’t have to look to the crowd to know his father isn’t
here. He has no interest in his son’s extra circular activity, has no words of
encouragement or praise to offer to his son who has assumed position of
captain. So he pictures his mother, remembers her smile the first time she gave
him a basketball and urged him to “go have fun”. It’s a bittersweet memory but
one he cherishes nonetheless. It floats away to return to the back of his mind,
a comforting blanket he uses in secret whenever he feels the need for
validation.

Kuroko looks up from the bench, able to spot his mom quickly and
sends her a discrete wave before turning his attention back to the court. She
clenches her hands together, anxiety rolling in her stomach. She isn’t naïve to
her son’s struggles with stamina and talent when it comes to this game, which
is why she was so surprised when he announced he’d made it to first string.
Despite her pride in how far he’s comes, she can’t help worrying that maybe he
isn’t ready for it. But as he takes to the court and dominates the passing
game, her eyes grow wide, tears brimming their rims as she watches him excel.  All her doubts melt away and she stands up
cheering for him loudly making all the spectators around her wonder who she’s
calling out to, but she doesn’t care. She
can see her son clearly and while he may be called a shadow, he’s the light of
her life.

Matchup for @vball-baes-bball-babes

serves-up:

Thank you in advance for a match up!
Personality: outgoing, I’m the person at a party who will try to make sure everyone is having a good time and that no one is being ignored. I love having people over to enjoy good food, games and laughs with. But I can also be quite the homebody when my energy is drained from work or too many social activities in a row (it’s a delicate balance I guess). I love to make people happy and try to listen to their needs as well as their wants so I can make that happen. If it’s not possible, then I’ll just be there for you. I’ve often been told I’m faithful, a friend you can count on even if the two of us haven’t seen or even spoken to each other in a long time. I try not to burn bridges but if I feel a person is toxic to my health I’ve grown better at letting them go rather than constantly trying to “fix” the relationship. I’m protective of my friends and tend to “mother” or “big sister” them a lot but it’s never seemed to garner negative reactions, people tend to like to be taken care of every once in a while. I can be explosive in my feelings, whether they are good or bad but I work hard to balance and not become a crazy person. As much as I love being surrounded by friends or family, I value one on one time with the people closest to me because that is really where relationships are fostered and solidified. I’m the person you can call at any hour of the day or night and if I’m able to help you, I will.
Looks: I’m female, 5’ 6”, curvy with an hourglass figure. I wear glasses all the time and have brown eyes and brown shoulder length hair.
Sexuality: Straight
Hobbies: Writing, reading, watching anime, movies or TV shows. I love to cook and bake and often spend time looking at new recipes to try (though whether I actually manage to get around to doing them is another story). I used to play volleyball and softball both of which I miss. I also used to play racquetball and hope to get back into it after I heal up from my back issues.
Likes: Cuddling and kisses, being held while my hair is played with or my back is rubbed. I adore animals but my favorites are dogs. I call literally anything a “puppy”; could be the biggest Great Dane you’ve ever seen and I’d still call it a puppy. I like people who are loyal and honest, who know how to have a good time but are not slackers. Being responsible and mature are attractive factory to me but there needs to be a spark of fun otherwise things can get pretty boring. I love action movies and comedies. Not huge on romance movies but I have a few that are my favorite. I LOVE to read mysteries and ghost stories, often wishing I lived somewhere that it rained more to set the mood (I’m a dork I know).
Dislikes: Rude, pushy people. People who insult rather than constructively criticize. Bugs give me the heebie jeebies. Horror movies are too intense for me, along with haunted houses (funny considering my choice in literature). Shouting and anger make me uncomfortable and I don’t handle confrontation well all the time. I tend to stick to the background when there’s a really intense argument going on or I just leave if I’m a bystander.
I hope that’s enough (or not too much) and really look forward to what you come up with.

( ＾∀＾) no worries! The more info you give me, the easier it is to make a decision.

I ship you with Kuroo Tetsurou!

Kuroo is more attracted to outgoing, social people, despite what some may think. Although he seems to be a pretty lowkey person and is a close friend to someone very introverted, he is more naturally pulled to someone who can be his partner in crime and he can easily convince to help him prank others/go on midnight adventures/or whatever comes to his mind. He’s also like you in a sense when it comes to social activities, he needs his alone time as well so he’d certainly respect your space. He’d love the fact you’re willing to talk to others too! He’s pretty able to talk to people but he hates to be the only one contributing to a conversation. He thinks your love for horror/mystery is so precious! He could just sit and listen to you talk about t for so long, although he may not care much for the topic, he thinks it’s so adorable you can speak so passionately about something. Same thing with your emotions, he isn’t very open with his expressions or emotions, so he just thinks it’s so cute how honest you are and how you basically wear your heart on your sleeve. Kuroo is not a slacker by any sense, but he’s definitely down to goof off every once in a while. Also he’s a tactile person as well. He’d often just plop himself of top of you and refuse to let go whenever he wants some affection. And silent cuddling sessions while watching stupid comedies and making the occasional joke is just a perfect date as going out somewhere to him. Also, you won’t have to worry about yelling or explosive anger for him, he’s very good and controlling his emotions and calming down before acting. He’s a dog person too! And you calling all dogs puppies is just ANOTHER thing he finds so precious and endearing about you. It’s just…so cute.

You two would probably meet at a party Bokuto was hosting. You preferably stick with your group of friends, and via eeny-meeny-miney-moe, you were chosen to go get the drinks and bring them back. You walk down to the drink table, and Bokuto stops you to give you a warm welcome, and lo and behold, Kuroo is right at his side. He starts chatting you up and the rest is history. You two hang out at the party, pranking people and just talking about random stuff to get to know each other. After a whole night of hanging out with this dude (you ran into your friends, who were a little peeved about their lack of drinks revived from you, however they realize what happened and let you venture off with him), you two get pretty close. He (awkwardly) asks for your number before you go and you give it to him. Afterwards, you two would have a few “dates but not officially dates because we haven’t said anything about our feelings yet” hanging out at his house, going on late night adventures, and even just meeting at local hangouts before he asks you out officially.

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OMG!! I freaking LOVE Kuroo so I was grinning from ear to ear reading this. I think every point is so true! Thanks for this and the scenario is just too fun because I also love Bokuto so love the idea of being friends with him!!