I pulled a prompt starter, hope you don’t mind: “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” Whatever you want with that with Kagami please! Thank you!

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I love prompt starters! Enjoy~ I went a predictable route lol

Kagami Taiga

You weren’t
sure what you expected to happen in the aftermath. Maybe for everything to work itself out. Maybe for the man you loved to realize how
you felt about him. Maybe for you not to
be sitting home alone on a Friday night just like you’d been doing for months
and months.

Maybe for said
man to realize you didn’t sleep with just anyone and that it was special.

But
apparently it wasn’t special, not to him, because since that night, you’d seen
him three times and every time he treated you exactly like he did before: just
like he treated all his friends, with laughing comradery that was completely
devoid of any romantic attachment. He
said nothing of that night, didn’t even acknowledge it happening.

Okay, so
you’d both been a little bit drunk, but not enough to forget. You should have realized
something was wrong when you woke up alone in bed, the only trace of him being
there was a faint warmth on the pillow and the toilet seat in your bathroom
being up. He wasn’t the type to just run
away – he usually met things head on, like the tiger he was named after. But there was no doubt in your mind that this
time he’s sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him.

Well, you’d
given him the chance to come to you on his own terms, and he’d failed you
miserably. You weren’t sure what his
problem was, but you didn’t think it wasn’t because he didn’t have feelings for
you. You remembered the words whimpered
in your ear that night, which made his attitude following that much worse.

Temper
fraying as hurt expanded, you cornered him in the hallway that led to the
bathrooms at the bar you were at with the bigger group. He wasn’t escaping or avoiding this time, you
refused. “Kagami.” You stated, forcing his back
against the wall and narrowing her eyes.
“We have to talk.”

His heavy
brow furrowed and he looked distinctly uncomfortable. “A-And we have do that here?”

“Yes, here,
because if you had your way, we wouldn’t talk at all.” You snapped, furious. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen,
cause guess what? It did!” When he
opened his mouth, you just knew something that would make you even angrier was
going to come out, so you cut him off.
“Lord help you, Kagami Taiga, if you as what it is.”

Everything
about him deflated and he looked so profoundly uncomfortable that it made your
insides clench. Could it be
possible? Had you misread him so
badly? You thought your feelings were
shared, but maybe he’d just said those things in the heat of the moment. Maybe he hadn’t meant any of them.

“What’s
there to talk about?” He muttered, unable to look at you. “It happened… I thought we were just not going
to mention it… ever.”

It was kind
of like being stabbed in the heart, hearing those words fall from his
lips. You reminded yourself to breathe,
that crying wasn’t a rational response to this.
“And… why would you think that?”

His face
twisted even more, but you thought you saw something very akin to despair move
through his eyes, like it was painful to speak.
“Cause… isn’t that what people do when they get drunk and sleep with
their friend?” He swallowed
heavily. “To stay friends… you pretend
it didn’t happen?”

You took a
deep breath. “And that’s… what you
want? How you feel? You want to forget
about it?”

Kagami’s
mouth open and closed like a gaping fish.
His eyes shifted to and fro like he was afraid to meet your gaze though
you didn’t know why. For someone who
wanted to forget it ever happened, he wasn’t doing a good job of convincing you
that was how he felt. He sounded
hesitant to you. He was not a man that
was good at hiding what he felt.

“I… don’t
know…” Kagami stammered, going red in the face.

That’s when
it hit you – he wasn’t a man that was good at hiding what he felt, but he was
also not a man that was particularly good with words. You were going to have to be the one that
reached out, because he was probably afraid.
It was weird to think about, because Kagami Taiga wasn’t exactly known
for fear, but he was kind of shy
right?

Deciding
that words weren’t going to change anything or make him understand, you decided
actions would mean more to him. They always did. Grabbing him by the front of the shirt, you
yanked him down to your level and took over his lips with yours. You were merciless in your kiss, not giving
him a moment to breath or even react before you made it more solid. You slowed down after that, giving him a
chance to escape if that’s what he wanted, just brushing the tip of your tongue
along the bottom of his lip to give him an idea of what you wanted.

He seemed to
flounder for a few seconds, just long enough to give you second thoughts. Just as you were thinking about pulling away
and going to drown yourself, he reacted with the force of a hurricane. He dragged you against him completely and
took control of the kiss, clutching you for dear life. He deepened the kiss of his own accord,
dueling you, though truthfully, you didn’t put up much of a fight. You were just left hanging on.

“Damn it,”
he swore, tearing his lips from yours.
His arms were so tight around you that there was barely room to
breathe. “Of course I don’t fucking mean
it.”

Your cheek
touched his chest and you could hear how fast his heart was beating. “T-Taiga-”

“I love
you!” He whispered fiercely. “I’ve
always…. Always loved you. I thought you
didn’t… I’m sorry. I’m an idiot.”

Smiling, you
tipped your head back and squeezed him.
“That doesn’t matter now. As long
as you keep kissing me and you take me home now.”

Kagami made
a sound like a dying man and kissed you once more, pushing you back. “Gladly.”

Awwwww Taiga! This was great!! Thank you!!

NSFW scenario with Midorimia and the prompt “It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.” Gender neutral s/o please!

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He could feel the kinks and knots in his shoulders relaxing as you worked at them with your hands, fingers applying pressure in an even motion that had him practically melting at your touch. It had been a while since you’d given Midorima a massage and an even longer time since he’d actually openly asked for one. The nudging touches and squeezing pressure was only amplified by the fact that he’d removed his shirt, allowing your digits to dig into the sore muscles.

“You need to sit back and relax more often,” you chastised, voice soft as you continued to work your hands from his shoulders down his arms. Even years after he’d stopped playing basketball every day, Midorima was still rather muscular. “It won’t be good for you health if you stay this tense all the time.”

He merely grunted in affirmation, nodding only slightly as he focused on the feel of your hands traveling down. Eventually your massaging motions turned into simple touches as you smoothed your fingers along his skin. Fingertips brushing against the expanse of his arms, you moved on to the muscles of his abs when you felt yourself craving for more. A shudder ran through his body as you did so, his head leaning back to rest against your body as you held him from behind.

“It’s been a long day,” you murmured, the tips of your fingers dangerously close to the hem of his pants. You played with the trail of hair that led into them, gently curling them around your fingers and following their path downward. It wasn’t hard to see the excitement that was beginning to affect Midorima. “Let’s take a bath together. It’s been a while.”

A soft, almost relieved, sigh left Midorima’s lips when you unbuttoned his pants and undid his fly, one hand dipping into the unseen expanse of his groin. Your fingers were gentle in their grip, holding him at his base and gently dragging along his shaft. Another breath left Midorima, this one shuddering. He couldn’t get the image of a steamy bathroom and a naked you being held in his arms out of his imagination.

It was time to make that image a reality.

Akashi + Himuro cuddling with their s/o that suddenly asks the boys to tell them a story

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Himuro: He was trying not to let the surprise show on his face, but there was no doubt that Himuro had never been asked to tell anyone a story before. Shifting slightly in his seat, just enough that you had to move your head to be in a more comfortable position and still be able to see him, he tried to mull over a few scenarios in his mind that he could say.

“I’m not very good at this,” he admitted sheepishly.

The only things that were coming to mind were actual events that had happened in his life and, granted while they were stories, he was sure they wouldn’t be the things you’d want to hear. Maybe there was a way for him to twist it into some kind of fairy tale? Though he was sure there would be no possible way for him to create a story worthy of knights and dragons from all the shenanigans he’d done as a kid.

“Let me think for a bit,” he asks, but eventually decides to just go with the flow. Whatever came out would be the story. “Once upon a time… Don’t laugh. That’s how you start a story, right?”

Akashi: Hearing the request from you has him thinking back on his past when he was much younger. Laying his head on his mother’s lap, he would ask the same thing of her just as he was on the verge of falling asleep for the night. It was one of the few memories of her that he had which still brought a smile to his face, no matter how strained it could be at times. Even now, as the memory invaded his mind, the ghost of a smile was etching itself onto his lips.

“Sure,” he said, voice just high enough above a whisper so that you could hear him. “I think I know one you might like.”

Conjuring up whatever he could remember, Akashi brought forth the familiar characters and settings that his mom used to tell him about in his mind’s eye. She had always been so good at painting a picture in his mind that, even now years later, he could still vividly see the fantasy worlds that she had created just for him.

“It started a long time ago,” he began, walking down that memory lane.

Blind Date clarification: Just KNB for me. Thanks!

Oh ho! Daiki’s gonna get jealous….

Clutching the flowers in his hand a bit tighter, he swallows his nerves. It was one thing to deal with Aomine and his piss poor attitude on the court, but now Wakamatsu is downright playing with fire.

He’s harbored a fierce crush on you ever since you started coming around more to Too’s practices and of course their games, always cheering loudly for them but focused more on their resident brat than anyone else.

But Aomine isn’t doing anything about it and so Wakamatsu decided he would!

So here he is, standing before the door of your house, sweltering in the suit he’d drug out from the back of his closet and realizing he probably should have had it dry cleaned. Oh well, too late now.

Extending his fist, he knocks rapidly then stands stock still to wait.

The door opens, your face betraying your surprise to see him of all people standing on your stoop.

Clearing his throat, Wakamatsu begins, “Hey, _____-chan, um, I’m sure this is kind of odd, but…would you, uh…that is…I was wondering if…”

He huffs, narrows his eyes and thrusts the flowers forward, finally managing to get out, “These are for you and I’d really love it if you’d consider going on a date with me. Tonight,” he clarifies quickly.

You look up at him with wide yes, fingers loosely taking the bouquet from his hands. After a moment you finally manage to find your voice, saying softly, “Wakamatsu-kun, I’m flattered but…it’s just that-”

“Look,” he says, tone a bit gruffer, “I know ok? I’m well aware of who you want but is he here?” He pauses, extending his arms and looking over both shoulders for dramatic effect. Shaking his head he goes on as his eyes land on yours once more. “No, he’s not, but I am. And all I’m asking for is a chance, one chance, one date, to change your mind.”

You take in a deep breath. One thing’s for sure, it took a lot of courage to do what he’s doing and say what he is. That should count for something, shouldn’t it?

Finally, you smile and nod. “Ok, Wakamatsu-kun, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

He snorts. “I’d rather have a date.”

Your giggle makes him smile finally. “Fair enough,” you concede and gesture for him to come in. “Just give me a few minutes, I’ll go get ready.”

The blind date sounds fun, haha! Set me up for one with a sweetie from KnB? <3

“Hey, Junpei-kun,” you say.

He turns, flinching as you whisk the glasses from his face.

“Oi! _______, what the hell?” he snaps, equilibrium off thanks to his lack of ability to see.

He grunts when you push him onto the couch and land on top of him. Your giggles fill the room as you pepper his face with kisses. “What? I wanted a blind date!” you exclaim.

Huffing, “You’re ridiculous,” he nevertheless relents, settling onto his back and playing with your hair as you rest your head upon his chest. After a moment, he plants a kiss to the crown of your head, muttering, “Happy Valentine’s day, idiot.”