Yay!!! Okay so how about a scenario with Kasamatsu and Reader; funny but also really fluffy. Please include Kise and the other Kaijo starters. Thanks Tia!

ourneverendingpossibilities:

AH. You know my weakness all too well!! ; A ; . I’m just glad he’s a few of your guys’ weaknesses too ;D.

A soft ‘ding’ vibrated through the room as you groaned tiredly. You lazily felt around for your phone, head still tucked under blankets as you hide from the sun. Your vision blurred from having just risen from slumber, but also from the cold that attacked during the night..

Great..

It was supposed to be your first date after school with Kasamatsu, but now that wasn’t happening as your mom ordered you to stay in bed.

Why did this happen now of all times?

You felt like crying, feeling so useless and pathetic for not taking better care of yourself.. You could hear his voice, reprimanding you for being careless and not listening to his advice beforehand.

‘Make sure you dry yourself off ___! You’ll catch a cold!’

Instead of listening to him, however, you felt exhausted from homework, and fell asleep at your desk, in your very damp clothes.. You vaguely realized, as you tried to sit up, that your mother moved you to your bed, and helped you into pajamas.

You tried to shake the blurriness from your eyes, wincing at the throb in your head, and stared down at the phone. Your fingers hovered over the keys, mind wracking some form of response to the message blaring at you.

Instead, you let out a sigh, placing it down and crawled back under the blankets.

You’d reply when you woke up from your nap.. Sleep sounds better than school anyway.

////

A grunt leaves his lips as he stares down at his phone, frowning at the blank response on his phone.. It’s the end of school, and not once had you responded to his text..

Did you not want to see that movie? Is that why you weren’t answering?

You sounded fine the night before, when he’d talked to you about making sure to dry off after they got caught in that storm..

Why weren’t you at school anyway? Normally you’re at the meeting place before him..

Kasamatsu was starting to worry, and the frown continued to deepen.

“Senpai!”

He groaned loudly, not wanting to deal with his kouhai right now… Not when you..

“Senpai!”

“What is it?!” he barked, turning to look at him, only to watch as Kise holds his hands up, as if prepared for a kick.

“Don’t hit me! I only came to tell you I was going to visit ____-cchi!”

Kasamatsu turns his head, trying to bite back the jealousy bubbling in his gut.. He wouldn’t admit to feeling jealous because Kise was going to your house…

Wait…

“Did you forget?! We have practice!”

Kise frowns, arms crossed at the tone he was receiving.. Oh no.. Is he really that oblivious…??

“Senpai…”

Kise’s tone made Kasamatsu blink, as if wondering why he’s giving him such a disappointed stare. He was about to open his mouth, but Moriyama’s arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a half hug.

“We can’t let Kise go to ___-chan’s house all by himself!~” he coos, thrusting an arm in the air, as if cheering. “Come on, Kobori, Hayakawa! We need to join in and make sure nothing happens!”

“W….Wait… M…Moriyama you idiot-”

“But isn’t _____-chan…?”

“YES! I’M WEADY! LET’S GO!”

“Wait! What about ____?! Moriyama s-stop right now!”

“We’re off to visit the beautiful _____-chan!”

God he really wants to kill them…

////

You let out a groan when the door opens, and you barely open your eyes, making out the silhouette of your mother, who sits on the bed beside you.. Her hand runs through your hair, and it feels so good.. Her fingers are cold, and it cools your heated skin.

Without realizing, tears began to slip down your heated cheeks.

“W…What’s wrong ____-chan?”

You gasp, hiccuping as you try to breathe through your nose, only to feel lightheaded from the lack of fluids.

“I… It was supposed to be my first date with K…Kasamatsu today…” you stumble, opening your eyes just a little more, “B-But.. I.. I’m sick.. A..And I didn’t even reply to him.. And now he probably thinks I’m ignoring him and it’s… Everything’s ruined!”

Your mother hums, as if she knows something you don’t.. Which is technically true, but of course you can’t see the smile through your blurred vision, only feeling pathetic you couldn’t enjoy yourself tonight..

“Why don’t you relax? Have a nice bath and come downstairs.. Soup will be ready for you…”

With a dulled nod, you managed to get out of bed, and slowly make your way to the bathroom, completely unaware of everything happening downstairs.

///

When you get downstairs, with lots of help from the wall and rails, the first thing you notice is there’s an extra pair of shoes you don’t recognize.. It doesn’t register that you’ve seen those shoes before, so you carefully make your way to the couch, where you want to cuddle under a blanket and watch cartoons in your silly girl pajamas..

But it seems someone else is currently occupying your spot.

Kasamatsu turns his head, watching as your expression constantly changes, and had he not been nervous, he would’ve found himself chuckling. Instead, he shifts over, gently patting the spot beside him.

“I… uh… Y….Your mom… S…She… A…And then.. K…Kise said… A..And…” he stutters over everything, and you can’t help it.. Even though you KNOW he’s nervous, anxious, and somewhat terrified, you throw yourself at him, curling in his warmth as you grab his shirt, biting your bottom lip.

“….I.. I’m sorry!” you cry, and although you feel his body freeze, you don’t stop, everything tumbling from your lips before you can stop yourself..

“I fell asleep last night while wearing my wet clothes and woke up sick.. Mom made me stay home and I was going to reply to your text but I slept the whole day… And all I could think of the entire time is disappointing you because we couldn’t have our date and how I didn’t listen to you and I.. I really… I really wanted to see you!”

The confession surprises Kasamatsu, and he only finds his arms wrapping around you, burying his face in your hair. He doesn’t mind the idea of being left alone with you, especially because your mother had to return to work.. And his entire team bailed last minute with chicken noodle soup made..

Oh..

He smiles, after slowly calming down, and shifts to move you into a more comfortable position. He releases a soft sigh, and coos at you to look at him, which you do with reluctance. He reaches over, grabbing tissue and helps you blow your nose, biting back the urge to grin at your dark blush..

“You know…” he starts, watching as you turn to look at him, and he takes this time to look around your living room, scratching his head. “W..We have a t.v… We have dinner…”

He feels his cheeks heat up, and clears his throat, meeting your confused expression with a hint of determination.

“Why don’t we have our date here?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, trying not to blush, and as much as you want to retort, say you look disgusting and aren’t dressed properly, the sincerity in his eyes makes you stop, and a sheepish smile creeps on your lips.

“….I… I’d really like that… Oh… A..And.. .K..Kasamatsu-kun?”

He hums, never taking his eyes off you as you try to collect your thoughts.

“…C…Can we cuddle?”

Although his cheeks burn at the thought of being close, he finds himself sighing, lightly flicking your forehead.

“Only if you promise not to sneeze on me…”

The two of you laugh and you hold him close, resting your cheek against his shoulder.

“..I’ll only promise that if you promise not to make fun of my appearance..”

He rolls his eyes, lightly massaging your arm as he tenderly pecks your temple,

“As if I’d do that… idiot..”

Gaw!!! I loved everything about this! I think I have to just commit and say Kasamatsu is my favorite character lol.

Can you do Colbie Caillat’s You Got Me? And Ushijima Wakatoshi as the character mehehe i chose this song because it would be so cute for ushijima to like someone so much he could burst any moment 😁 please and thank you! 😊

Awww! I agree that it would be super cute to see him
crushing on someone. I hope you like what I came up with!

You Got Me by Colbie Caillat – Ushijima

“So, I was thinking, we could go to that new movie this
weekend,” Tendou says only to discover that his best friend is no longer next
to him. Whirling around, the middle blocker makes his way back to where
Ushijima is standing stock still in the middle of the hallway, his eyes fixated
on something. Following his line of sight, Tendou’s look of curiosity turns to
one of mirth when he realizes what, or rather who, Wakatoshi is staring at.

There you stand, mouth wide open in a full-blown laugh that
carries down the hall in both directions. Even from this distance both the boys
can see your eyes shining with jubilee as you respond to whatever it is your
friend just said that made you laugh so hard.

You’re stuck on me and
my laughing eyes

I can’t pretend though
I try to hide

I like you. I like you

“You know, instead of always staring, you could try talking
to her?” he hazards elbowing his friend.

Ushijima starts out of his haze, eyes narrowing in minor
annoyance but he doesn’t reply, merely turns and continues on his way as though
the whole interaction never happened. Tendou sighs falling back into step with
the stoic ace, continuing to chide him about telling you how he feels.

I think I felt my
heart skip a beat

I’m standing here and
I can hardly breathe

You got me, yeah, you
got me

“There’s nothing to tell,” his baritone voice proclaims but
Tendou cuts off further protest with a laugh.

“Oh sure, like you haven’t been half stalking her for the
better part of the year!”

Ushijima glares again but Tendou is unaffected. He pokes him
in the chest. “It’s our third year, you should make a move!”

A few days later, Ushijima is again walking through the
halls but this time he’s sans Tendou who had to stay behind to work on a group
project. Just as he rounds a corner, he sees you descending the stairs, a pile
of precariously stacked books blocking your vision. He hurries his steps when
he sees you’re about to miss one.

With a startled yelp, you release the books as your foot
hits air instead of what you presumed to be the ground floor, realizing too
late you over shot the last stair and are on your way to a nasty fall. The
sound of books crashing to the floor surround you but you’re too caught up in
the feel of someone’s hand in yours to take further notice of it. A sharp tug makes
you wince but you’ll take a shoulder strain over a sprained ankle or bruised
tailbone any day.

Another hand, linked to a strong, powerful arm, wraps around
your waist to hold you better upright and the next moment your eyes are locked
to those of Ushijima Wakatoshi. Your body is tense, heart thundering in your
chest but you’re not sure if it’s solely from the narrow escape of your date
with the ground or the proximity of Shiratorizawa’s ace to your person. His
body is rock solid, a pillar holding you up like you weigh nothing at all.

The way you take my
hand is just so sweet

Wakatoshi can feel his pulse beating erratically, the feel
of you pressed so close to him making his head swim. He’s never felt like this
about anything, not even volleyball if he’s honest. Neither of you seem sure of
what to do so you remain frozen in the moment until he blinks. It’s as if the
spell of stagnation breaks and you’re moving apart in sync, you stammering
apologies and he working to say something more intelligible than “hmm”.

“Thank you so much Ushijima-san, gosh, what a klutz I am,”
you say stooping to begin picking up your burdens.

Ushijima crouches next to you, also picking up books, and
when you smile at him he feels his heart almost stop; he’s never had the full
effect of one of your smiles turned upon him before. Even if its slightly
awkward, it blocks out all the bad of the world for just a moment and he feels
a sense of peace unlike anything before.

And that crooked smile
of yours

It knocks me off my
feet

“It’s no trouble ______-san,” he rumbles, standing as you
do. You reach out to take the books from his hands but he shakes his head. “I’ll
help you carry them.”

You smile again, brighter this time, and he feels a stronger
surge of emotion course through his body. How can something so simple affect
him so much? Together, you walk in silence to the library where you both
deposit the tomes.

“Did you read all of these?” he asks curiously.

You nod your head shyly, tucking a few strands of hair
behind your ear. “I’m kind of an avid reader, tend to get carried away
sometimes,” you admit sheepishly.

Silence descends and Ushijima curses his inability to
communicate more effectively. Up until this point, his one word answers or
short clipped sentences have served him well but he wants to keep talking to
you, to get to know you more than he does.

Oh, I just can’t get
enough

How much do I need to
fill me up

Before he can talk himself out of it he blurts out, “_____-san,
would you like to go out sometime?”

Your eyes go wide in shock, mouth opening and closing but no
sound emerges. Finally, you find your voice and splutter out, “Yes! Yes, I’d
love to go out with you, Ushijima-san!”

He smiles slightly and you feel like butter melting in the
noon day sun. Numbers are exchanged as well as goodbyes, both of you walking
away from the encounter feeling lighter than air and inexplicably happy at just
the knowledge that you’ll be seeing one another again.

Looking at the paper in his hand, Ushijima takes a deep
breath. If this is what it’s like to be in love, he definitely doesn’t mind.

It feels so good, it
must be love

It’s everything that
I’ve been dreaming of

I give up, I give in,
I let go

Let’s begin

Cause no matter what I
do,

Oh (oh)

My heart is filled
with you

how about mayuzumi chihiro?

Sorry these are kind of boring but I don’t really have
strong opinions on this character. I don’t dislike him and have actually
enjoyed a couple imagines with him but overall, he’s just not one I focus on.

First impression: Carbon copy of Kuroko and Akashi’s back
handed way of showing Kuroko he’s replaceable, that he’s not the only one who
can do what he does.

Impression now: A bit sad for him that most of the entirety
of his basketball experience was being used as he was.

Favorite moment: Him telling Akashi off, man that was
intense and so needed! Prior to that moment, I didn’t really have strong
feelings for him one way or the other but I LOVED that he had the balls to put
that arrogant bastard in his place.

Idea for a story: Honestly, I don’t have one, he’s not a
character I really think about (I guess that’s the point given he was the
replacement shadow)

Unpopular opinion: Again, I don’t know that I have one.

Favorite relationship: I don’t know that he really has one?
I mean, at the end when Akashi gets his head out of his ass you can see where
possibly they could have had a somewhat amiable friendship (maybe). Overall,
his passion for reading is the closest to a relationship I saw and since I love
books too I can totally relate to just wanted to be in your own world away from
the annoyances of life.

Favorite headcanon: That he goes on to play basketball in
college and becomes less of a shadow, coming into his own and showing what he’s
capable of.

[Fun Prompt Friday] What is your favorite headcanon that has to do with HIMURO TATSUYA?

That he and Kagami actually mend their relationship through the remainder of their high school years. Like, they get together to play one on one just for fun (though they still trash talk each other like crazy of course) and the closeness they had before is replenished.

They challenge each other again and instead of it being a matter of pride alone, they actually care about the other.

Thanks for the question, sorry it took me so long to answer!

KnB questions: 7. What are your otps/brotps/notps? 8. Favorite match 13. Favorite Ace: 17. Opinion about Teiko arc: 33. Favorite scene ;)

I am so sorry this took
me so long to answer. I’d intended to answer the same weekend asks were sent in
but clearly that did not happen. Thank you for participating!

7. What are your
otps/brotps/notps?

OTP: So hard to pick
between KiyRiko or HyuRiko because I love both those boys SO MUCH. However,
given what we’ve seen in the anime, I have to give it to Hyuga/Riko. As Kiyoshi
so eloquently put it, he pushes the team and Riko pulls them. They are a strong
pair who despite their differences are so in tune with each other it’s quite
beautiful. And we can see how much Hyuga cares for her, subtle as he tries to
be.

BROTPS: Oh gosh, THIS is
even harder because there are so many amazing friendship/broship developments
made. But I’ll give it to my first instinct which is Midorima x Takao. I simply
love how persistent Takao is in his friendship with our resident tsundere. His ability
to let go of the grudge he held in favor of improving himself is just amazing
and how he is one of the catalysts that pulls Midorim into a more team focused
basketball play is beautiful.

NOTPS: Pretty much any
of the boys romantically involved with one another. To me, you can have the
depth and breadth of feelings these teammates and friends have for one another
without the need to romanticize them. They respect each other, fight with each
other, lift each other up and challenge each other but in my eyes, it’s all
from a place of friendship or broship, not romance or lust. I’m sure it’s an
unpopular opinion but just as I respect those who have a right to their
interpretation, I hope mine will be as well.

8. Favorite match: May
be a surprise but Rakuzan vs. Shutoku, heartbreaking as the outcome ended up
being. It’s my favorite because we finally get to see Midorima really become a
part of his team, to acknowledge them verbally as being valuable to him and
that he’s willing to put his trust in them completely. The part where Takao passes
the ball to him perfectly in shooting stance made me cheer. These lines: “"There’s not a single player on this team
who’s a hindrance” and “This is
a gamble. More than I need to believe in myself, I must believe in my
teammates. Even if I do everything I can, it’s not enough. But I don’t feel any
uncertainty. In this team, everyone is doing everything they can!” gave me
chills! His development, though subtle and understated, comes through with a huge
bang in this game. I loved it.

13. Favorite Ace: Despite
all my talk of Midorima above, I feel like my fave ace is Kise. When we first
meet him, I thought he was quite annoying but his development drew me in. The
shift in his perspective and the respect he learned to give his senpais made me
feel proud of him. Laying everything down, he gave all of himself to beat
Aomine and it was so gut-wrenching to watch it not work. His and Kasamatsu’s broship is my second
favorite (cheating a bit I know, sorry).

17. Opinion about Teiko
arc: (Copy and paste from previous response) It made me sad overall. Yes, it was
fun to watch the boys all meet each other and get an insight into how that team
came together but watching them fall apart was just heart breaking. I did
appreciate it though to understand Kuroko’s motivation more.

33. Favorite scene: There
are too many and all for different reasons! But what pops into mind right away
is Kuroko’s conversation with Hyuga when he asks to be benched. I loved seeing
Hyuga being a good captain, putting his kohai in his place. The flash back of
Hyuga talking to Kagami and the revelation that he wasn’t saying goodbye just
hit me in the heart. And when Kuroko confronts him about it and confesses his
ulterior motive I felt relieved to see them both being honest with one another.
Their trust was built higher in that moment and it left me really excited to
see what was going to happen next. I know that’s a few scenes together but they
all roll together in my head as one long moment between Kuroko and Kagami.

Thanks again for
participating!

I don’t know your time zone so hopefully the box is still open! I’d like to request Kasamatsu with the song “Eyes on Me” by Faye Wong from FFVIII. I really like this song because it gives me warm yet somewhat sad feelings in the heart, and I like her voice. I’d love a bar!au and an old-fashioned theme, thank you!

This is a great song! I love the Final Fantasy series and of
course am a huge fan of its music. I really hope this hits the mark for what
you wanted. Thank you for requesting Kasamatsu, he is one of my absolute
favorite characters!

Eyes on Me by Faye Wong – Kasamatsu

As you take the stage, your eyes roam over the room taking in
the sight of customers sat comfortably in arm chairs or at tables, conversation
murmured as drinks are consumed. Smoke curls up from hand rolled cigarettes and
long stem pipes, the smell of tobacco thick but not unpleasantly so. But
despite the warm familiarity of this place, you’ve begun to feel restless, like
there’s something more you’re supposed to be doing with your life. And so,
tonight will be your last performance, though no one knows that but you.

My last night here for
you

Same old songs, just
once more

My last night here
with you?

Maybe yes, maybe no

The music begins and you take a deep breath, noting heads
turning their attention to you as you begin to sing but your eyes don’t really
see them, wandering to a man who has been coming here for a little time. He
sits cast in shadow but even without his crest and uniform, you know he’s the
same one though his garb is different now. Normally he’d be cladded in blue and
white splendor, a captain’s crest at the shoulder clasp of his cape. But tonight,
he’s opted for darker shades, greys and black settling against him to blend him
into the back ground or at least that’s his attempt. But he’s caught your attention
on more than one occasion and you can’t keep your eyes from his form. There’s
something about him that draws you in.

He barely ever looks at you, casting glances every so often
you think but it’s hard to tell when his face is shrouded in the dark. A drink
is usually with him, small and light but it acts as his place holder, a reason
for him to sit as long as he likes without distraction or input from those
around him. Previously to this evening, he’s been flanked by members of the
royal guard but tonight he’s come alone.

I saw you smiling at
me

Was it real, or just
my fantasy?

You’d always be there
in the corner

Of this tiny little
bar

Your song continues on, your mouth and vocal chords acting
on auto pilot and you’re trying to focus on the whole room but your eyes
continually flick to his position. He hasn’t moved, just stares at his glass in
deep contemplation. The lighting of a lamp above his head casts a sudden light
upon his countenance and you have to stop yourself from gasping; there’s
something about the expression on his face that pulls your heart strings
violently.

Darling, so there you
are

With that look on your
face

As if you’re never
hurt

As if you’re never
down

Shall I be the one for
you

Who pinches you softly
but sure?

If frown is shown,
then

I will know that you
are no dreamer

An unexpected pain shoots through you and you have to
stop yourself from walking over in the middle of your performance. Suddenly the
words aren’t coming easy and you have to work hard to finish what you’ve
started. At your faltered, a little off note that you quickly recover, you see
his head finally lift and his eyes set on you. It’s the longest he’s looked at
you, but now you’re too shy to return the gaze, embarrassed that it’s your
mistake which has drawn his full attention.

I kind of liked it
your way

How you shyly placed
your eyes on me

Did you ever know

That I had mine on
you?

You look away, smiling brightly though the melody of your
song is melancholy.

When it ends, you take your bow quickly, shooting back up
only to catch a glimpse of him exiting through the side door. With hurried
movements, you hustle after him, the need to speak to him too strong to ignore
any more.

Bursting out the door, you see him just about to mount his
steed and call out, “Wait, please wait!”

He starts, turning his attention to you even as his boot
remains set in the stirrup. Slowly he places it down, but maintains a hold on
the reigns of his beautiful white horse.

“Yes, may I help you?” he asks. His voice is rough and deep
but somehow soothing to your ears.

“Please, may I know your name?” you inquire.

His eyes widen, a faint flush overtaking his hue
unexpectedly but he clears his throat and replies, “Yukio Kasamatsu.”

“You…you’re the captain of the royal guard, are you not?”
you breathe.

His body stiffens, eyes closing as if in momentary pain but
he rallies quickly, setting his face back to its grim expression so quickly
you begin to wonder if you imagined his reaction. Brusquely he says, “Former, m’lady.”

The pain in your heart returns, deep and tragic and you
blush as the impulse to hold him floods your person. Despite his impassivity,
you feel waves of pain and frustration rolling from him increasing your want to
drive it away but you don’t know how to. You don’t even know him and yet you’re
here, standing outside in the middle of the night wanting nothing more than to
throw your arms around him.

You settle for stepping nearer. His body is still wound
tight and if you did not know any better you would say he may even be wary of
you. The placement of your hand on his makes him flinch but as you close your
fingers more firmly he does not withdraw.

“Why?” One word, but so bold. This is none of your business!
What happened to the filter between your brain and your mouth?

He swallows once, eyes burning into yours and you feel your
face heating up under the power of his scrutiny. “Because there’s something I
need to do.”

You clench tighter, moving closer to place your other hand against
his chest. Despite his warmth you feel him tremble, the beating of his heart somewhat
erratic and you don’t know if it’s from you or from the knowledge of what’s
lying before him on his journey.

So let me come to you

Close as I want to be

Close enough for me

To feel your heart
beating fast

And stay there as I
whisper

How I love your
peaceful eyes on me

Did you ever know

That I had mine on
you?

The next words tumble from your mouth with little care for
the implications or consequences. “Take me with you.”

Yukio’s eyes go wide and for the first time he allows
himself to touch you. The grip of his hand on your shoulder is strong and you doubt
he knows how firmly he’s squeezing but you endure the pain because until now
you’d not known the need of his touch. To lose it will mean more pain than what
you experience under the pressure of his hold.

“Why?”

“Because this is something I need to do,” you whisper, eyes
filling with tears for reasons you don’t understand.

Yukio stares hard at you. He knows this is a bad idea, you’ll
most likely only become a liability but he can’t tear away from your gaze. It’s
like you have him hypnotized and he wonders briefly if you may be a sorceress.

He makes a decision. “You’ll need to change, where I’m going
is no place for this refinery,” he intones, tugging briefly at the sleeve of
your dress.

A smile, genuine this time, splits your lips and you lean
forward impulsively kissing his cheek. Crimson floods his face but you’re
already turning away to prepare for departure. In little time you return, ensconced
in black pants, purple long sleeve shirt and proper riding boots, a bow and
arrow slung over your shoulder and quiver upon your back.

Yukio’s face betrays his surprise at your appearance.

Darling, so share with
me

Your love if you have
enough

Your tears if you’re
holding back

Or pain if that’s what
it is

How can I let you know

I’m more than the
dress and the voice

Just reach me out,
then

You will know that you
are not dreaming

“What, did you think all I could do is sing?” you ask
cheekily and he chuckles.

“Forgive my ignorance…” he trails off, and you supply, “F/N,
L/N, daughter of the town fletcher.”

In a quick motion, Yukio mounts his horse, hand coming down
to assist you to do as well. You take it, the flesh of his palm burning into
yours but the fire ignites something deep within your soul and you know; this
is who you’re meant to be with going to do what you’re meant to do, whatever
that may be.

Me again (^‿^) can I have Kise for the song Just Give Me A Reason please? Angst but with a sort of happy ending, not fluffy but in a sort of “contented for now” type thing, does that make sense? congrats to 1,000 followers!! ^^

It totally makes sense hun, this is a great song for a
non-perfect ending. Enjoy!

Give me a Reason by Pink – Kise

The sound of the front door opening and closing catches your
attention but you don’t open your eyes. You feel Ryota enter the room, the one
floor board that always squeaks announcing his presence but still you don’t
open your eyes. It feels like there’s a weight on your chest pulling pain in
from every angle of your body as he sinks onto the mattress next to you but
makes no move to snuggle to your back. It’s as though you’re living in the same
home but not existing together.

Since when did your relationship come to this?

A part of you knows, this is not all Ryota’s fault, it can’t
be but that doesn’t stop you from wondering what you did wrong, what he did
wrong, to end up in a place so far away from each other. You can’t even remember
the last time you laughed sincerely together.

Over two years ago, when the two of you first met, you’d
been quite a mess, a previous relationship doing a number on your heart. But
Ryota…he was so easy to fall for. Charming and charismatic, with a sincere heart
and willing ear to listen he’d swept you off your feet without really trying. Your
girlfriends had warned you not to get too attached to fast, to beware using him
like a rebound because that would not be fair to either of you. And you tried,
you really tried to remain just friends but every touch, every look, everything
about Ryota drew you in to him until you were head over heels.

Right from the start

You were a thief, you
stole my heart

And I your willing
victim

And it seemed he’d fallen for you, grateful to be needed, to
be taken seriously though he often worked over time to make you laugh. For the
first time in a very long while, he felt useful for more than just basketball.

His honeyed words lifted your despondent attitude but not
once did you ever feel they were frivolous. And he never treated you like a
project to fix, just someone who needed help putting the pieces back together;
he knew you still had to do most of the heavy lifting yourself.

I let you see the
parts of me, that weren’t all that pretty

And with every touch
you fixed them

When he finally kissed you, it was like coming home. The
warmth of his breath, the feel of his soft lips against yours and the way he
clung to you, like you were the most important person in his world, made you
feel lightheaded and giddy.

That was a year ago and now, here you were, lying with your
backs to one another, barely a word spoken throughout the day.

Rolling to your back, you stare at the ceiling and sigh.
This can’t go on, you can’t go on like this, stuck in a limbo you have no idea
how to navigate. Why you’ve let it get this bad you don’t know for sure but can
only speculate that it’s because of fear; fear of losing him should you seem
too needy, too clingy despite all the effort Ryota poured into helping you
mend.

Turning further, your eyes graze over his form, shoulders
rising and falling to the rhythm of his steady breath. How can he be so unaffected by what’s going
on? Doesn’t he care?

Just give me a reason,
just a little bit’s enough

Just a second we’re
not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again

It’s in the stars,
it’s been written in the scars on our hearts

We’re not broken just
bent, and we can learn to love again

“Ryota,” you whisper, “are you asleep?”

“Hmmmm?” he mumbles turning on his back. His eyes blink open
and shift to look at you. “What’s up ______-cchi?”

“What are we doing?” you ask.

He furrows his brow, rotating to face you as he props up on
his elbow. “What do you mean?”

Sighing, you run a hand through your hair, closing your eyes
before answering, “What are we doing in this relationship anymore? Do you…do
you even still want this?”

“Of course I do, how could you ask me that?” he replies
quickly, sitting up in his astonishment.

I’m sorry I don’t
understand

Where all of this is
coming from

I thought that we were
fine (Oh we had everything)

“Because we barely speak to each other anymore!” You sit up
as well, flicking on the light so you can see one another more clearly. He
blinks rapidly under its harsh rays as you go on, “It’s like…it’s like we don’t
know how to be together anymore
Ryota. I just…I need more and I don’t know what to do!”

He takes your hand. “______cchi, you’re being silly. We’ve just
been busy, that’s all.” He reaches out to touch your face but you jerk away,
standing up in a flurry of motion.

“That’s not just it, Ryota! I feel like you’re suppressing how
you really feel.”

His face is full of confusion which just irritates you
further. “Do you know,” you continue, “the other night when I tried to snuggle
up to you, you muttered something about me being too clingy? That you needed
your space?”

“Are you sure that wasn’t a dream? Because there’s no way I
would feel like that about you,” he says firmly.

Your head is running
wild again

My dear we still have
everythin’

And it’s all in your
mind (Yeah but this is happenin’)

You’ve been havin’
real bad dreams oh oh

You used to lie so
close to me oh oh

There’s nothing more
than empty sheets between our love, our love

“I was awake!” you snap. “I mean, if that’s how you feel subconsciously,
doesn’t that mean it’s how you truly feel?”

“You’re going to base the future of our relationship that? On something I said when I was
most likely dead to the world?” He stands up, moving around the bed to grip
your shoulders tightly, bright golden eyes burning into yours. “We aren’t
perfect, there is no such thing as a perfect relationship but I want this relationship, I want to be
with you.”

Stray tears flow down your cheeks and you step back. “Ok,
Ryota, I…I do too but,” you take a deep breath, “we need to discuss some things
in order to move forward. You may think there’s nothing wrong but I do and I
want to work on them.”

He runs a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his
face. “______-cchi, I’m tired, you’re tired, we’ve both had long days. Can we
please just table this until at least tomorrow?”

Just give me a reason,
just a little bit’s enough

Just a second we’re
not broken just bent and we can learn to love again

I never stop, you’re
still written in the scars on my heart

You’re not broken just
bent and we can learn to love again

You want to protest, want to get these things aired out so
you can feel like you can sleep peacefully for once but you know he’s right. To
do this here and now will only make things worse and if you’re really honest
with yourself there is too much to deal with in one night. So nodding your
head, you follow him back to be bed.

As the light flicks off, you feel him settling right behind
you, his strong arm wrapping around you securely. It’s a small thing, but it
feels huge and though you know the coming days will be filled with
uncomfortable conversations and probably more tears, it feels just a little
less hopeless than it did before.

Oh we can learn to
love again

Oh we can learn to
love again oh oh

Oh that we’re not
broken just bent and we can learn to love again

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I heard you’re doing songfics! Could I have one based on TOKiMONSTA’s song Don’t Call me [feat Yuna] with Aomine’s ex(reader) telling him she doesn’t want to speak with him anymore after he cheated on her with Momoi? Sorry for the angst!

No worries on the angst, it makes things interesting. Thanks for a great song choice, I’ve never heard it before! I hope you like this.

Don’t Call Me (feat Yuna) by TOKiMONSTA – Aomine

Shifting your purse, you pick up an item you think would be
perfect for your boyfriend. A wide smile covers your lips as you take it to the
front to pay. From behind, you don’t notice a pair of sapphire eyes watching
you with keen interest. Purchase made, you stroll out of the establishment none
the wiser that you’ve caught some very unwanted attention.

Later in the evening as your preparing dinner your phone
rings. Without looking at the display, you pick up.

“Hello?”

You almost drop it when Aomine’s smooth voice comes over the
line, “Hey y/n, how’s it going?”

Taking a deep breath, you remove the phone from you ear and
hit the END CALL button without saying a word. It rings again immediately,
Aomine’s face flashing across the screen. Didn’t you delete his number?
Unwilling to deal with him, you move to put the phone on silent but since you
don’t want to miss a call or text from your boyfriend opt to block Aomine’s
number.

Don’t call me no more,
no more

Don’t call me

That works for all of five minutes before it’s ringing
again, this time UNKNOWN popping up. Sighing you text your man, telling him to
just come over when he’s done and turn your phone on silent.

By the time he gets there you have ten missed calls and even
more texts from Aomine telling you to answer the phone, that he needs to talk
to you. Rolling your eyes, you delete all the messages and focus on spending
time with the man who actually deserves your time.

Hey, I never thought
this love could go so wrong

And so it did and you
know that I moved on

I never heard from you
for so long

Now I’m glowing up,
you’re blowing up my phone

In his room, Aomine frowns at the screen. He knows he fucked
up royally, has known it for a while but true to his stubborn and prideful
nature has ignored those feelings. But he couldn’t ignore how his heart lurched
at the sight of you today. You looked even more beautiful that he remembered.
The smile on your face reminded him of all the times you given it to him, of
the nights spent with you in bed, of the love you’d poured into him.

In that moment, he missed you like he never had before and in
his arrogance thought it possible you may miss him too. He views your ignoring
him as simply part of the game and Aomine Daiki does not back down from a
challenge.

I know you’re tryna
see if I still care that I miss you

Know you never thought
that I could be this cool

Know you didn’t think
that I could be this cruel

I don’t need to be
mean but I’m just gonna ignore you

The next evening, you’re snuggled up on the couch watching a
movie. A knock at the door has you pausing the film to answer it. But when you
look through the peephole an involuntary gasp escapes your lips; what the hell
is Aomine doing here?

You try to pretend you’re not home but his voice cuts
through the door like a knife. “Y/N, I know you’re there, open the door.”

Sighing, you decide it best to nip this in the bud quickly.
Whipping open the door, you glare up at Aomine, one hand on your hip and the
other on the door ready to slam it in his face, which you do after snapping
out, “Fuck off, Aomine.”

You haven’t taken one step before he’s pounding on the door
again. “Y/N! What the hell?” When you don’t answer he pounds again. “I’m not
going anywhere until you talk to me!”

Funny how when you see
you’re glowing up

Wanna try and make it
up

Suddenly just showing
up

Overcome with anger, you open the door roughly, eyes
flashing. “Talk? You wanna talk?” What
should we talk about first?” You tick off on your fingers as you rant.

“How you started pulling away and wouldn’t talk to me about
what was bothering you?”

Where were you when I
was crying?

Left me on the floor
just dying

“How you ignored my calls and texts while I was on
assignment?”

Can’t come to the
phone, realign

Now you wanna be my
friend but I ain’t buying it

“Oh wait, I know why you didn’t, because you were too busy
fucking that pink-haired twit!”

And I see you found a
new love

And you show it, all
your friends gotta know it

Aomine swallows once, sweat beading on his brow; he’s never
seen you this angry before. He knows it’s for good reason but it’s still
shocking.

“You never appreciated me, Aomine. You never gave a shit
about everything I did for you, all the bull I put up with being your
girlfriend. Honestly, I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did.”

I was there to build
you up when everything was a mess

I was dedicated to you

I cared about nothing
but you, but you

He opens his mouth but you put up a hand to stem whatever
inane excuse he plans on spouting. “You know what? It doesn’t matter anymore,
Aomine. Because we’re done. I’m over you, I’ve moved on and I’m not looking
back. So, lose my number, forget where I live and if you see me on the street,
forget you even know me.”

I’ve been there before
so I know when you’re just faking it

I can’t believe I
stayed with you, the pain that I’ve been taking in

“Aomine, what the hell are you doing here?”

Wakamatsu’s voice draws both your and the blue haired male’s
attention away from one another for a moment.

Kosuke’s eyes move to your face, startled to see you looking
so upset. “What’s wrong, y/n?” he asks shouldering past Aomine to grip your
hand.

Shooting your eyes back to Aomine’s face you snap, “Nothing,
this asshole was just leaving.”

Aomine’s fists clench tightly, the desire to deck his former
team mate strong. Wakamatsu sees the flash in his eyes, narrowing his own. “You
heard the lady, dick, get movin’.”

Slamming his fist against the wall, Aomine pivots on his
heel, stomping down the hall and out the doors.

Don’t call me no more,
no more

Don’t call me

Don’t call me no more

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Zip-lock – LIT. The lyrics suggest a situation in the relationship that I think it’s interesting to explore! Kagami needs a second chance, he doesn’t want to lose his love of his life. Thanks!

One of my favorite bands from when I was in high school so this was definitely a fun throw back for me! I hope you enjoy!

Zip-lock – by LIT – Kagami

“Kagami-kun,” Kuroko pants, their run having almost done him
in this time, “why wasn’t y/n-chan at the game last week?”

The red head grunts an unintelligible answer that sounds
something like you being busy but his best friend knows he’s not telling the
whole story.

“That can’t just be it, she’s always at every game, no
matter how busy she is, so what’s really going on?”

“Why do you even care?” Kagami snaps, rubbing his face
roughly with a towel, throwing it in the dirty bin and picking up his basketball.

Kuroko sighs. “Because she’s the best thing to ever happen
to you and you’re going to blow it if you don’t start paying attention.” His
voice is calm and quiet but his eyes are hard; he’s serious.

Kagami doesn’t reply to Kuroko’s observation. Damn him and
his perceptiveness. It’s not like Kagami doesn’t know he’s been screwing up
left and right. He just doesn’t know how to balance everything he’s responsible
for in his life right now. Ever since winning the Winter Cup, he’s been working
even harder because he knows the defending Seirin’s title is going to be ten
times more difficult than earning it; the remaining Generation of Miracles are
going to be out for blood. Not to mention, they’ve all better assimilated into
their respective teams (save perhaps for Aomine) which means their weaknesses
will be harder to exploit.

Thoughts consumed with strategy and skill improvement and
struggling to stay on top of his grades, he’s allowed the relationship he
shares with you to fall by the way side. It was subtle, a canceled date here
and there, no time to get together after practice, at least not properly. The
two of you usually ended up studying together after which he would collapse in
bed, barely conscious to your leaving.

I’ve been stealing

Time where I can get
it from

I’ve been losing

Grip on what I used to
hold

As he leaves the gym he sees you standing a bit away talking
to Furihata, his fellow second year blushing slightly as you giggle at something
he said. Insecurity floods Kagami’s body like poison. He knows it’s stupid, you’ve
become a friend to all the guys which is one of the many things Kagami
appreciates about you. Team play had never really matter that much to him
before coming to Seirin and the fact that his girlfriend gets along with all
his teammates is amazing.

You’ve even helped make some of their meals during training
camp so they aren’t afflicted by Riko’s cooking.

He watches longer, the curve of your smile, the lilt in your
laugh, a light in your eyes he hasn’t seen in many weeks. Just what the hell is
someone like him doing with someone like you anyway? Kuroko is right, you’re
the best thing to ever happen to him, but now he has to ask: is he the best for
you?

I don’t want you

To be better off
without me

“Y/N,” he calls and you look up. You don’t exactly lose your
smile but it definitely diminishes slightly.

You finish up your conversation with the point guard, he
turning to wave goodbye to both you and Kagami.

As you approach, the ace really looks at you. You look
slightly worn down, eyes half closed with dark circles under them. Even the
pallor of your skin has changed, falling a little paler than he remembers.

I’ve been watching you

Sleeping with a
troubled look

I’m sure your bad
dreams

Are probably all about
me

Looking up, you’re about to ask if he’s ready to go when
Kagami drops his bag and ball, letting the latter roll away to wherever it may
as he wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up against his body. Your
startled exclamation is silenced by Kagami’s lips on yours. Normally not one
for PDA, his cheeks burn in the knowledge that Furihata is in full view of this
moment but he doesn’t care; you’re too important to care about that.

When you part, he meets your eyes, grunting out, “I know I
haven’t been the best boyfriend and I can’t even lie and say I’ve been trying
all that hard.” He cards his fingers your through hair, “But I don’t want to
lose you.”

Your silence and averted gaze is proof enough to him that he’s
hit the nail on the head; you were thinking about leaving him. Not that he
could blame you but he isn’t going to give up that easily.

“I…I really love you,” he confesses, “I just…help me?”

If I could get another
chance

I’d put it in a ziploc
bag

And keep it in my
pocket

Keep it in my pocket

Tell me

When I start to blow
it would you

Show me

What I need to do
before you

Hate me

I could never live
with that so

Tell me

Before you’re better
off without me

After a moment’s consideration, you nod, leaning in to kiss
him again. He hugs you tighter, squeezing every ounce of adoration and love he
can into his hold. Your hand against his chest, he’s sure you can feel the
dredges of fear flow out in favor of relief that you’ve consented to give his
sorry ass one more chance to prove himself and he has no intention of letting
you down again.

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aomine nsfw songfic pls? The song is Skin by Rihanna. Thanks and congrats on your 1000+ followers

-kazuhikonaori said:

Hello dear 😄 could I get Aomine nsfw
scenario when he meet his ex gf at the club (she’s a bartender or a stripper
lol) he’s not get over her yet and still love her. They have make up sex and
getting back together? Thanks

Thank you anon for the request and congratulations!
@kazuhikonaori I hope you don’t mind me combining your ask with this, it just felt like it would fit the song so you helped me out! Thanks!

Skin – By Rihanna – Aomine

Aomine trails his eyes over the crowd. The music is loud,
pulsing against his skin as he saunters through the many bodies grinding up
against one another. He grins, this is definitely his scene.

“See what I mean?” Imayoshi comments, the slits he calls
eyes opening a bit more to take in more of the lovely ladies surrounding them.

“Yeah, nice place,” Aomine replies. He looks up towards the
bar and it’s then that he sees you momentarily making him lose his breath.

“What’s a’matter?” his former captain asks.

“Nothin’,” he responds gruffly. “Gonna get a drink,” he adds
moving forward again.

Imayoshi opens his mouth again to ask him to get him
something too but he sees it’s fruitless, so he turns his attention back to
prowling for a sweet little thing to curl up with for the night. Ok, maybe not just curl.

Your back is turned as Aomine reaches the bar, giving him
the full advantage to scope you out. You look good, better than the last time he saw you. Clad in skin tight
leather pants and a lace corset top just the sight of you makes his mouth
water.

“What’ll you have?” you ask not bothering to turn around.

“Scotch on the rocks,” he answers.

The sound of his voice makes you start. As you turn to face
him, he has a feral grin on his lips. “Then again, I may be thirsty for
something else,” he purrs, eyes trailing up and down your body. “Damn you look
good.”

An involuntary shudder courses over your flesh; Aomine’s
stare makes you feel like you’re standing naked in the throng of people
surrounding you. Snapping back to attention, you plaster a fake smile on your
face. “Scotch, you said? Comin’ right up.”

Aomine frowns as you place the glass before him, grabbing your
wrist to hold you in place. “I need to talk to you, what time are you off?”

“Aomine, I don’t think-“

“Don’t think, just answer the question,” he responds
roughly, taking the shot, downing it and then slamming the glass down on the
wood.

“Midnight,” you reply.

“I’ll be waiting,” he promises, thumb tracing over the pulse
at your wrist before he lets go and disappears into the crowd.

Hours later you’re upstairs in a hotel room with Aomine,
unclear how you managed to get talked into leaving with him. His hands trail
over your body gently, the feel familiar but you can’t let this happen; he
broke your heart and you’re no masochist.

“Aomine, this isn’t happening, I can’t-“

He cuts you off, “I want you.” His lips caress yours, tongue
tracing the edges. “I need you,” he confesses before sealing your protests in
your mouth with his own.

Yanking your head back you breathe out, “Please. You were
the one who left me.”

“I’m a fucking moron.”

The feel of his fingers on the zipper of your top makes you
shudder. “Aomine,” you moan, a groan from his lips vibrating against your neck.

“Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Your top falls away, breasts released to his view and his
touch. There’s fire in your veins, the heat of him clouding your judgement
further. You know this is stupid, so, so stupid but you already know you’re
gonna let it happen. You’ve missed him every day since you parted and it would be
a lie to say you haven’t fantasized about this moment.

“Take off your shirt,” you beg, “I wanna feel your skin
against mine.”

He chuckles low in his chest, releasing you just enough to pull
away and whip it off. Eager fingers tracing over his defined abs and chest make
him sigh in pleasure. You scrape a little with your nails, making him hiss, his
eyes darkening from cobalt to sapphire.

Peeling down your pants, he kisses your thighs as he hits
his knees. “Let’s see if I remember how to make you scream,” he comments,
grabbing handfuls of your ass.

“Not here Aomine, I…I want to feel all of you. It’s been…it’s
been too long,” you stutter against the feel of his tongue against your slit.

“Whatever you want baby girl,” he replies.

His jeans and boxer briefs are gone in one fell swoop. You
stumble to the bed amidst hungry, sloppy kisses, Aomine landing on top of you.
The feel of his naked body against yours makes you tremble with need.

His hands are everywhere, touching, caressing, massaging,
sending every nerve ending into a fever pitch, not to mention his mouth,
sucking and lapping over every inch he can reach. Soon enough you’re short of
breath, head swimming in the haze of pleasure he’s weaving.

“Daiki,” you whisper and his dick hardens even more; it’s
been too long since he heard you say his name.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“Fuck me, please, I need you.”

His only reply is to pull you to your knees, shoving his
cock deep in your heated center.

“Oh god, Daiki, just like that,” you moan as he slams into
you over and over, curses falling from his mouth like water.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight!”

“There’s…there’s been no one since you,” you confess.

His deep moan makes you grin and he doubles his efforts to
bring you to nirvana.

“Harder Daiki, you know how I like it! Oh god, yes, please!”

He’s gripping you so tight you’re sure to have bruises but
you don’t care. You want him to brand you, to leave a literal mark on your
skin, so you know when this is over that it really happened. The sound of
slapping flesh fills the room married with both of you moaning and cursing
loudly.

Reaching between your legs, Aomine caresses your clit, a
scream tearing out of your throat as you come hard around him. It brings about his
own orgasm. You both collapse, Aomine still on top of your back. He pushes
aside your hair to kiss your neck gently and murmurs against your skin, “I love
you.”

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