Who is still into KnB? I’m slowly getting back into it but everyone I follow has moved on to something else, so please interact with this post if you still reblog lots of KnB!
I am the queen of this here fandom. You may enter.
Once you get in the fandom, there’s no going back. It becomes a part of your heart and soul.
I still enjoy it for sure!
You woke to birds chirping, the sun giving your bedroom a warm orange sheen as it made its way up to the horizon. It was still early, but you have gone to bed early as well and slept like a rock, exhausted from the past days. Work has been a hassle and you were glad and in desperate need of a break.
Blinking open your eyes you reached for your alarm clock, checking the time and turning it off. No need for the annoying beep to startle you awake today. Smiling, you turned to plant a kiss to Semi’s face. Still deep in sleep, he only mumbled something incoherently before throwing an arm around you to pull you close.
He was an adorable sleeper, always so warm and cuddly, always finding his way to nuzzle into your neck, touching you no matter how high the temperature is. His sleepy cozy scent made you take a deep breath in and it was almost enough to make you stay in bed a little longer, enjoying a morning in bed with your lovely boyfriend.
But you’ve rested up, felt energized and awake. You couldn’t resist the urge to go outside, see the rest of sunrise and start your day with light stretches and food.
Slowly you made your way out of bed, not wanting to wake up Semi. You checked one last time, seeing him sprawled on his back, only wearing his pajama bottoms since it was summer after all. His mouth slightly ajar and his hair everywhere, he looked so young, so innocent. So cute.
Grabbing yourself some fresh fruit and tea, you sat down on the porch, a simple wooden bench with fluffy pillows inviting you to spend a peaceful morning there, looking out over fields of grass, seeing the next village appear very small in the distance.
A house on a mountain, it has always been your dream. Ever since you
were a little kid, you were fascinated by the serene and calm nature of
mountains, intrigued by how peaceful and quiet it seemed. And it has
been everything you dreamed of and more.Semi made that dream come true. The big cheesy romantic he is, he made it a point to surprise you, finding the perfect place for you. A small house on a mountain, enough for 2 or 3 people, simple and yet beautiful. This home, it was perfect – it looked exactly like you imagined it your whole life and when he took you out for a hike, you didn’t know he would present it to you; All finished and ready for you to move in.
The air was fresh and crisp and you watched as everything came to life slowly around you, your thoughts wandering from past memories to the present. Two bunnies hopping and munching on grass a little further off, birds singing, a squirrel jumping artistically from tree to tree. A beautiful sight. A perfect day.
Cute!! Take me away to the peace Semi! Thank you lovey!
“Oh, shut up.” – He rolled his eyes at your joke that you’ve repeated for probably the tenth time since yesterday, making you laugh sheepishly. You both continued chattering, him talking about how volleyball was going; as you headed towards your shoe lockers.
That was when the soft-colored envelope fell from his locker, landing on his feet. Looking at each other, Ukai slowly bent down – a bit hesitant as he picked it up. Turning it over, his name could be read in the titled handwriting; and so he was sure that really was addressed to him, that it wasn’t put in the wrong locker.
“Don’t look,” was what his demand sounded like as he turned his back to you, tearing the envelope with care – even so, you stood on your toes and looked over his shoulder, trying to take a glimpse.
But all that you could see in the end was just his ears flaming into an angry shade of pink as he folded the letter and placed it between his notebook, shoving it right into his bag- “Let’s go,” he coughed, walking ahead.
He was biting the insides of his cheeks, keeping his cool as the words spun around in his head. While it didn’t have the sender’s name, that handwriting – the way it curved and tilted, it would be a lie to say he didn’t have a hunch on who it was.
And there you were tailing after, relieved from his reaction. Maybe someday, when you finally gain the courage, you could express yourself with your own voice – loud and clear, letting your feelings reach to him.
Cute!! Thank you!!
Word count: 1,307
↳Requested by: Xaki
Aomine Daiki: Aomine didn’t expect things to be this hard. He’s always been the type of guy that believes things are going to fall into his lap, because it’s not often that he has to really try for anything. Yet, ever since the day you left, he’s found himself looking for something he can’t find. Aomine catches his reflection in the mirror, noticing how the lines of his face has shifted into hardness. He looks worn and ragged, an image indicative of his albatross. He exhales a shaky sigh, knowing that there’s only one conclusion to quell the incessant ache laced in each heartbeat that rattles the cages of his chest.
You find Aomine on your front porch, his back pressed against a weather-worn railing. He doesn’t need to look up to know that you’re in his presence. He’d been with you too long.
“I know why you left,” he drawls, “and I get that you were scared.” He lifts his head to meet your eyes, sincerity swimming in his sapphire pools. “But I can’t just live with that.” He pushes himself to his feet, stepping forward to grip your shoulders in strong hands. “I know this wasn’t supposed to happen, but I’m not afraid of falling in love with you. Come home, ____.”
Haizaki Shōgo: Haizaki calls you three times without success before smashing his phone against the table in frustration. The screen cracks, but he’s lost too many objects to his temper to put real force behind the action. He winces as he licks a split in his lip, lost to the myriad of thoughts swimming in his head. He slants his gaze to the clock on the wall, deciding that it’s still early enough to make a trip to your house.
You nearly scream when you enter your room to find Haizaki sitting on the edge of your bed. His hair is sticking up in several directions, still black from when he dyed it. There’s deep bags under his eyes, and a bruise along the line of his left cheekbone. When he meets your gaze, there’s something in his expression that forces your responsive anger to leave your body.
“I can’t sleep,” he starts, pausing long enough to make you wonder if he’s finished. “I can’t eat. Hell, I can’t even jerk myself off – I can’t go for two fucking seconds without thinking about you.” He swallows his pride and drops to his knees, clutching your hands in his own. “I don’t care if I have to go to Hell and back for you, but please – don’t make me live without you anymore.”
Imayoshi Shōichi: Imayoshi waits for you get off the bus, knowing that you arrive home at approximately the same time every evening. The sky holds the threat of rain, clouds shifting into the promise of a chilly night, but he doesn’t care. He watches as you draw near, creeping out of the shadows to greet you. You see the glint of a streetlamp reflect off his glasses, the lenses turning opaque until he closes the distance between you.
“I miss you.” It’s all he says, before he crushes the air between your bodies, sealing the small distance with a kiss. His lips are warm and familiar, carving his name into your mouth. You try to pull away, but his hands find your hips, tugging you against his frame. You close your eyes, wishing for him to stop, while caving under the comfort of his affection. When he breaks the kiss, the totality of your submission is clear in the way he has to catch your weight.
“You missed me too,” he notes. He looks at the sky, which is starting to open up. “I was thinking – this place is getting pretty old. I’m not interested in rotting here like the rest of my inheritance, so I’m taking you away with me.”
Kiyoshi Teppei: Kiyoshi paces the length of his apartment, still in his clothes from the night before. He cards his fingers through his hair, heaving a sigh of listless defeat. He checks the clock on the wall, wondering if it would be safe to leave yet. His eyes slide over to the dishes in the sink, the result of a meal made for two out of habit. A surge of despair cuts through his chest, forcing his anxiety into physical motion. He grabs his jacket and hurries out of his apartment, skipping several stairs on the way to the front exit.
When you turn around to find Kiyoshi waiting for you, visible through glass windows, you feel your heart skip into nervous overdrive. You check the time, noticing that your shift has come to an end. You grab your things and brace yourself for whatever he has to say before stepping outside.
Kiyoshi’s demeanor plays at calm collection, when in reality, his nerves are wrapped around barbed wire. He presents a bouquet of flowers to you, unable to hide the tremble in his fingers. “I know this is a bit intrusive, showing up at your job and all, but I was hoping that we could talk about the fact that I’m in love with you.”
Nash Gold Jr.: Nash rolls over in bed, punching the pillow for lack of sleep. He opens his eyes and blinks through darkness, reaching across the bed to find it empty. Again. He casts his blankets aside, storming out of his room in irritation. He makes his way into the bathroom, clinging to the edge of a sink with a white-knuckled grip. He tells himself that you’re not this important, that you’re not capable of unraveling him like this – but he knows. He knows that you’re the reason for his sleepless nights, for his missed shots, and the cradle of loneliness that rocks pain into his chest.
You close your locker, ignoring the loud chatter of students lining the halls of your university. You find that getting through the day is more difficult now; it drains your focus like the tears you’ve shed over the last few nights. You start down the hall, crashing into the very cause of your distraction. You open your mouth, but Nash is quick to pin you against a nearby wall between the cages of his arms.
“I know that we never agreed to see each other. I know that you just wanted someone to fuck, but it’s getting really hard to spend my nights alone not understanding why you left. I want you to come home and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Takao Kazunari: Takao has seen enough cheesy American movies to put some pretty ridiculous ideas in his head. So when the sound of a homemade mix-tape echoes outside your window, you know there’s only one person behind the embarrassing performance. You sigh and chide yourself when you realize that you’re smiling. You step outside to the vociferous roar of a love song, crinkled by waves of static from low quality speakers.
“I was hoping you’d come outside,” he shouts, fighting with the volume of the boombox. He drops down on one knee, and for a moment steel panic shoots through your heart.“ I always knew I cared for you, but I didn’t think it would be this hard to live without you. That’s why I came here to win you back. Is it working?” Takao beams, lifting a hand to silence your answer. “Wait, I’ve got one more thing.”
You eye him curiously, flinching when his voice cuts through the chorus with strident intensity. You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose in amused disbelief. “I’m not going to stop until you go back out with me!” Takao yells. “I’ve got twenty songs on this mix and this is just the first!”
Pure gold!
Hoshiumi looked up into the stands, eyes scanning quickly. Sure enough, there you were. He smiled, bright and wide. He could always count on you being there, cheering him on.
Accompanying his happy expression were red rose cheeks. He really wanted to ask you out but his teammates’ teasing echoed in his head.
Are you even sure she likes you?
And as much as he didn’t wanted to admit it, they could be right. He knew he liked you but maybe you really just came to the games to support the team as a whole; not just him.
But he wasn’t a chicken! He was the little giant after all! He could do this!
So after the game, sweaty and running on adrenaline from their big win, he rushed into the halls and up the stairs searching frantically for you.
He found you, talking to your friends. The prospect of an audience doubled his nerves but he wasn’t going to back down. Running up the stairs, he practically shouted, “_____-chan!” You stopped dead in your tracks, eyes wide with surprise as he bowed before you. “Thank you for your support!” He looked back up, eyes shining. “Will you please go out on a date with me?”
You blinked at him, shock on your face. He felt his heart thundering, new sweat breaking out on his brow as the silence between you stretched on.
Then you smiled. “Sure, Hoshiumi-kun, I’d love to go out with you.” You wrinkled your nose a little. “But first maybe you should take a shower.”
He nodded, tearing back down the stairs, shouting over his shoulder, “I’ll meet you outside in ten!”
So, I know I haven’t been super active here and for that I do apologize.
I could go into some of the reasons why but mostly, writing comes and goes, my energy level goes up and down and I’m focusing more on what makes me happy than what I feel obligated to do (hopefully that makes sense and doesn’t sound too bratty).
That being said, I finally posted the first (super small) fic of a series I’ve been wanting to start on AO3 for Yachi.
I am a serial shipper for her and this is where I will put my fun pieces as inspiration, time and energy hit me.
Some will be short, some will be long, some may have multiple chapters, but they’re all being stored in:
The Good Ship Yachi
I hope you’ll pop over to AO3 and read, maybe leave a kudo or a comment if you feel they’re earned.
Thanks again for everyone’s patience and support!
Second piece is up, BokuYachi!
Third piece posted, SugaYachi, alpha/omega dynamic and NSFW
Kuroo knew there was more to her than meets the eyes. No one was one dimensional, no matter how hard they tried to give that impression; even himself from time to time.
But every time he tried to talk to her, she shut him down or avoided him all together.
“I don’t know why you’re trying so hard,” Kenma said, eyes focused on his PSP.
“Haven’t you ever heard of the thrill of the chase?” Kuroo replied.
Kenma glanced up briefly. “If you’re just playing with her-”
Kuroo put up his hands. “I’m not, I’m not. I just… find her intriguing. I can’t really explain it but I really do like her and want to get to know her better.” He sighed, dropping his hands. “If she’ll ever let me.”
“So what’ll it take to get you to agree to coffee?”
You looked up with a start, pen almost dropping out of your fingers. You fixed your face into your usual scowl. “Leave me alone, nerd.”
Kuroo snorted. “Wow, original. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, how about answering my question?”
You got up, intent on walking away but he blocked your path. You looked up into half fringe covered eyes, startled at the seriousness you found. “Why would you want to go out with someone like me?”
Kuroo put his hands in his pockets, shrugged his shoulders. “You’re… different and intriguing and… pretty,” his cheeks colored slightly at this last, eyes casting to the ground. “What do you have to lose?” he added.
Your eyes searched his face for deception, for teasing, for anything to indicate an ulterior motive; and found none.
Finally, you smiled, faintly but true. “Ok, Kuroo-san, I’ll have coffee with you.”
There’s a beeping somewhere in your ears that you can’t explain. The dream–nightmare really– of falling finally whites out as your eyes blink open, weary against the glare of fluorescent lights above your head. You close your eyes against the throb in your head and take a deep breath of pure oxygen. It burns a little but you’re thankful to be alive.
You want to get up, want to find the team and check on them but your whole body hurts and unhooking your IV seems ill-advised.
A nurse enters, give a soft smile as she approaches the bed. “Hello there, good to have you back with us,” she says.
You nod, pull the mask off your face and ask, “How… how’s everyone?”
She purses her lips. “Everyone survived but they’re all heavily injured,” she advises.
You take a deep breath of relief. You swallow against the dryness in your throat and she helps you take a drink. “Can I… can I see Aomine Daiki?”
“Right here babe,” a deep voice says.
You look up, tears stinging your eyes to see him standing. The last you remembered of him he was covered in blood and unconscious on the ground and you were terrified he was dead.
“I… I’m so glad… you’re ok,” you gasp out, trying to hold your sobs but failing.
He hobbles to the bedside, leans down and presses his lips gingerly to yours. It makes you want to cry more; he’s never been this tender.
“Everything’s gonna be ok, alright? You just focus on gettin’ better,” he says, forehead pressed against yours.
“I love you, Daiki,” you whisper.
He nods, kisses you again. “Love you too,” he returns.
Thank you love! 😘
Short Aone/reader fic done for a commission. This was a joy to write! Our gentle giant needs more love.
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~Admin Alyx
You collapsed onto your brand new sofa, heaving a sigh of relief. You could feel the soreness setting into your muscles already, and your t-shirt clung to your sweat-damp skin, but the satisfaction of a job well done outweighed any physical discomfort.
You were finally moved into your new place. Yours. It was a small one-bedroom, no frills and honestly pretty cramped, but… it was your place. The knobs for hot and cold water in the tub were reversed, and the kitchen cabinets were painted an odd green that looked a little dated, but in your mind these quirks just added to the charm of the place.
You looked up at Aone, who was just standing a little uncertainly next to the sofa.
“Takkun?” you said with a laugh. “You gonna sit down or what?”
He had done most of the heavy lifting, so you knew he had to be tired, too, even as strong as he was. He sank carefully onto the sofa beside you, leaving a short distance between you that you quickly closed, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“I’m sweaty,” he argued, but you snuggled against him anyway.
“Like I’m not!” you said. He apparently relented, because he relaxed against you, finding your hand and winding your fingers through his own. It had surprised you, when the two of you first started dating, how tactile he was. In retrospect, it made sense. Though he’d opened up to you, he still was a man of very few words. He expressed his feelings through actions, and when he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, you understood him perfectly.
“Thank you so much for your help today,” you said. “I have no idea how I would have managed without you.”
He gave a soft hum in response, brushing his thumb against the back of your hand.
You stuck your hand into your pocket, nervously tracing the outline of the key you’d slipped in there. You’d been rehearsing this in your head all day, but even so you couldn’t help the surge of nerves that overtook you now.
“So, um…” you began, cringing slightly. Off to a great start. “Taka… hold out your hand and close your eyes!” you said quickly. This wasn’t how you’d planned this, but you weren’t sure how to actually say it, so you chickened out. Nevertheless, he did as told, shutting his eyes and holding out his free hand in front of you.
Slowly, you pulled the key out of your pocket and held it over his hand, hesitating for a long moment before you bit the bullet and dropped it.
“Okay… open your eyes.”
He blinked his eyes open, lifting his hand towards his face.
“It’s… a key,” he said in a monotone.
“I had an extra made,” you said. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to… to… moveinwithme?” You uttered the end of the sort-of question on one breath, the sounds jumbling together so much you wondered if he’d even understood.
Aone was silent. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, exactly, but given the circumstances the silence made it only that much more nerve-wracking for you. You snuck a glance at him and saw that his serious eyes were fixed unblinking on the key in his hand.
“You mean it?” he said finally, his voice deep and earnest and heartbreakingly hopeful.
“Yes,” you said breathlessly, looking up at him. “I want you to stay with me. I want this to be our place.”
His brow was furrowed, and to anyone else it might have looked like a scowl, but you knew him. You’d learned the nuances of his facial expressions, and you could see the particular curve of his mouth, the slight wobble of emotion.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice deep and almost hoarse. “I—yes. Yes, I want to live with you. Nothing would make me happier.”
His hazel eyes shone, and without warning a rare grin spread across his face, making your breath catch in your chest. You treasured his smiles. He smiled a little bit like he’d heard a smile described secondhand once, but had never actually seen one to know how. His mouth was too wide, baring every one of his teeth, and even a full-blown smile wasn’t enough to fully smooth the furrow in his brow—you’d learned that his face really was just like that. His eyes, though. His eyes shone so brightly and so earnestly when he smiled that you couldn’t help but grin back at him.
“Really?” you asked.
He stared back into your eyes, his brow furrowed deeply with emotion. Then he did what he did best: he let his actions speak where words could not. He took your face gently in his broad, calloused hands, gazing intently at you. You could feel the cool press of metal against your cheek where he’d hooked the key ring around his pinky finger.
He leaned forward ever so slowly until his lips pressed firmly against yours. His fingers slid back into your hair as he kissed you, his lips moving slowly and intently against your own. He hummed against your lips, and you could feel the vibration as it rumbled low in his chest. A rush of love and giddy excitement hit you—he’d said yes, you were moving in together—and you poured yourself into the kiss, sliding a hand over his chest. He pulled you closer, drew you in until you were leaning over him at an odd angle. At that point you threw caution to the wind, throwing one leg over his lap so you were straddling him.
He exhaled sharply, making a sound low in his throat that was something akin to a growl. His hands slid down your neck, falling to your sides, travelling down over your thighs and back up to encircle your waist, his broad hands splaying over your back and pulling you close. He broke the kiss for a moment to stare up at you, his eyes somehow conveying what words couldn’t. You knew the feeling—the whirl of emotions you were experiencing at the moment was utterly indescribable.
You took a leaf out of his book, letting your actions speak for you. You kissed him again with renewed vigor, his lips parting readily for you as your tongue slid against his, hot and wet and eager. You could taste the salty tang of sweat—his or yours, you couldn’t say—but it didn’t deter you. His arms tightened in a vise grip around your waist, until you were pulled flush against him, your legs parted in a lewd stretch over his lap. You could feel him through the flimsy fabric of his athletic shorts, hot and practically pulsing with desire.
“Shall we…” you said breathlessly, licking your lips and swallowing thickly. “Shall we christen the—our—new bedroom?”
He growled again, wrapping his arms securely around your thighs and rising from the sofa, lifting you and carrying you towards the bedroom like it was nothing. You laughed joyfully, burying your fingers in his hair.
You’d take that as a yes.
Love!!!! I just adore Aone and this was so sweet!
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