All right then, here comes, I hope you’ll like it ♡ – prompt “I love you and it’s terrifying.” With Murasakibara being the one who says it, some cautious-breaking-into-relief sort of fluff. Optionally may the inspiration be “No light, no light” by Florence+The Machine.

Thank you for the request! I’ve enjoyed your writing so very much and I’m so pleased you passed over a request! I really hope you like what I came up with for this one! The song was definitely inspiring, so thank you for including it!

“No light, no light” by Florence+The Machine

Thump thump

There it is again, the irregular beating of his heart whenever you come into view.

Thump thump thump

Your laugh, simple and sincere, sends ripples of what he thinks is happiness in his heart. He wishes he could make you do it.

Thump thump thump thump

The drumming gets harder, faster, when you look his way, a smile tilting up your lips, but he can’t be sure it’s for him or the boy who’s never in his shadow no matter Murasakibara’s height.

“Good morning _____-chan,” Himuro greets, smile easy as yours. Is that a blush? Since when does Murasakibara notice let alone care about anyone’s reaction to his apparently “dreamy” partner? He mumbles his own greeting around a piece of candy as they pass you by.

“Something wrong Atushi?” Himuro asks only to be met with a silent shake of the head.

“Murasakibara-kun, are you going to the festival this weekend?” you ask.

“Hmmmm, if there’s food, yeah,” he shrugs.

“Of course they’ll be food!” you laugh and he feels a blush crawling up his neck as your mirth filled eyes meet his. “You should come with us,” you go on, turning attention back to the paper on your desk.

“Us?” he questions.

“Yeah! You, me, Himuro-kun, they’ll be a few more from our class and anyone else you like.”

“What…what if I want it to be just…you and me?” he asks not looking at you.

The pen in your hand drops, your head whipping up to look at him and if he’d looked he’d see the blush upon your cheeks. “Do…do you mean that? I mean…is it, like a date?”

He nods, still unwilling to expose his face to your own.

“Then ask me properly,” you tease gently bumping against him.

He huffs, not sure if he’s more irritated at you for insisting he repeat himself or at himself for being so wimpy over something so silly.

“Go with me to the festival,” he says.

You chuckle, nodding as you reply, “Close enough. Ok, Murasakibara-kun. I’ll go with just you to the festival.”

The festival date leads to more which leads to dating which leads him to where Murasakibara stands now, a crossroad he never even considered existing let alone that he’d be standing at it. For the first time in his life, he’s beginning to wonder if this drumming in his heart is passion. But he can’t let go of his prejudice against it. Passion is for fools, for those who can’t see the truth right in front of their face. He understands talent, inherent skill and ability. But this – these emotions – he doesn’t understand. It’s intangible, an ebb and flow like the tide crashing against the beach the two of you stand upon. How can what he feels coincide with who he is?

“Mura-kun,” you say, voice quiet against the roar of the waves. “What’s wrong? You seem, agitated. Did I upset you?” You can’t for the life of you think what could have happened in the span of the two days you haven’t seen each other but clearly there’s something.

He turns his attention to you, body blocking the moon casting you in darkness and a shiver snakes down your spine. It’s like he’s hiding in plain sight, guarded and hard. So when he steps closer you fight against retreat, willing your body to stand still and wait. Being with him hasn’t been easy but you never expected it to be. He reaches a large hand to cup your face, calloused thumb tracing back and forth across your cheek making you sigh, eyes fluttering closed as you lean into his touch.

His other hand lands on your back, drawing your bodies closer, the hard plane of his chest pressing firmly against your own. You’re unprepared for his lips against yours, the insistence of them jarring your eyes open. His own are closed now, a deep moan rumbling out as he tugs you closer, tongue grazing your lips to push entry in your mouth making your lids snap shut once more. The wind whips his hair against your faces, but he doesn’t care, doesn’t move to push it aside, instead pouring all his focus into kissing you breathless. It isn’t often he initiates intimate contact and although his actions seem in opposition to his mood you’ll take a gift when it’s given.

Time feels like it stops, the world falls away and it’s just you and him.

Pulling away, but with eyes still closed, Murasakibara rasps, “I love you and it’s terrifying.”

And just like that the world crashes back into view, your eyes flying open only to find his still closed, brows furrowed in what seems like pain.

“Why? Why are you scared?” you ask breathlessly, fingertips tracing the line of his clenched jaw.

“Because I don’t know…I don’t know how to,” he admits.

“Mura-kun, look at me,” you implore gently. He shakes his head, ever the petulant child but you can’t be mad. This is the most vulnerable he’s ever been in his life. “Fine, you can just listen then,” you consent. Taking a deep breath, you lean on tiptoes, drawing your lips close to his ear. “You don’t have to worry so much. Because in your own way, you’ve been loving me a long time. I just…never said anything about my own because I didn’t want to scare you away.” You huff a small laugh, shaking your head at the irony. “But you ended up afraid anyway.”

He draws up, tired of leaning down so far, but keeps you close, tucking you against his chest, resting his head on top of your own. The crash of the waves fills the void of silence as you listen to the rapid beat of his heart.

Pulling back you crane to see his face, thankful he’s given up on avoiding eye contact forever and find his purple orbs filled with uncertainty making your heart ache. “If I wasn’t clear before, I’m making it clear now. I love you too…Atushi-kun,” you remark.

Thump thump thump

Murasakibara feels his heart speed up, a flush roaring over his cheeks but his chest no longer feels tight. He lets go of a long breath, picking you up in a hug that has your feet dangling.

He knows there’s so much he has to learn but for the first time in a long time, he doesn’t mind.

Well this isn’t really a request, but I’m curious to know who you think from all the characters would be fine with having a chubbyplus sized girlfriend? Sorry if this is against the rules. I love this blog so much and all the amazing admins

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Hey yo! This is totally fine as far as I’m concerned ;).

Being a chubby/plus size woman, I can identify with this for sure.

As much as we (maybe I should say ‘I’ cause I can’t speak for all imagines writers/bloggers) would love to be able to say “oh hey, ALL characters would be cool with whatever body, etc” if we’re going for any sense of realistic possibilities, not everyone is going to be attracted to the same type of body.

We can write scenarios for those characters when they are specifically asked for (the point of fantasy is to indulge right?) but with a question like this, I don’t have a problem giving specific names and reasons why.

You may disagree and that’s cool, but this is my opinion on this question. Fellow admins, feel free to add your own to the list if you want to.

Ok, that was a long disclaimer, on to the answers! I tried these as head canons – Admin Jade

Kagami

His is the first face that popped into my mind when I read this question.

We know homeboy loves to cook (and eat) and so having someone who appreciates both would be amazing to him.

He’s a BIG guy, so having someone who can handle a little, well, man-handling (once the poor boy gets over his nerves) is great for him.

Loves your curves, like seriously, he’ll drool. Hands on your hips always. Loves that they fit his palm.

Loves you in well fitted dresses that show case them. Kagami is an alpha so I picture him appreciating a softer (both in body and spirit) feminine girl who will let him take care of her.

Kiyoshi

Another big and tall who likes a girl with some meat on her bones.

Loves that he can hug you tight without fear of breaking you.

Picks you up all the time. Like, he just whips you into his arms and makes you feel petite.

Big on body praise and I’m not just talking about during sex. He’ll find one thing (probably more) every day that he compliments you on and it’s not superficial or contrived, he means every word.

Wants you healthy, but isn’t worried about your figure being big. If your insides are working like they’re supposed to, he’s happy.

Murasakibara

Another boy who loves that you share an appreciation for good food – as long as you don’t take his snacks.

Loves it if you cook (or rather specifically bake) for him bringing food to practice and games so he doesn’t have to worry about getting it himself.

Will cook/bake with you at home, though you end up doing most of the work cause homeboy is lazy but he will actually compliment your food (as long as it’s actually good).

He’s not exactly delicate so having someone who won’t break if he gets a bit rough and handsy is perfect for him.

Hayama

He loves the softness and warmth of your body and will snuggle you like a damn cat. Seriously, get ready for a lot of affection cause this boy’s gonna give it to ya.

Still wants someone who will engage in physical activity with him (not just of the bedroom variety *wink*) but doesn’t push you too hard. He, like Kiyoshi, wants you healthy but doesn’t need someone athletic.

Actually really enjoys shopping with you. He loves picking out stuff you normally wouldn’t choose just to see how it looks and because of that you usually end up finding something that completely surprises you.

Has the biggest grin on his face with you on his arm, like “Yeah, this fine piece of ass is mine, what?” He’s just so proud to be with someone so sexy.

Aomine

We know it’s canon that this boy loves the boob so a girl with a little something extra is going to catch his attention.

Wearing tight ass jeans and a halter top will get him stopping in his tracks.

Much as he is a boob man, he loves grabbing your ass. Doesn’t matter what you’re wearing (or where you are honestly) one or both of those large hands will end up on your derriere.

Constantly pulls you into his lap. He likes the feel of your weight on him, it makes him feel both secure (though he’ll never admit it out loud) and powerful in a way he doesn’t quite understand but he likes it and consistently wants to feel that.

As bad as he is with expressing himself verbally, you will hear, “Damn, you’re so hot” or “Sexy as hell” or some variation of that from him almost every day. He just can’t keep it inside.

So there you have it! Admin Jade’s opinion on which characters (there were more but this was already getting long) would not only be fine with having a plus size girlfriend, but would more than likely actively seek one out. I hope you enjoyed them and know that you are beautiful baby!

Akaashi x Momoi

ASK: Part two of your momoi x akaashi scenario where they are on their date please. From haikyuu and knb

Wow, I’m so surprised someone wanted more of this pairing! Thank you, I hope you enjoy! This is a continuation of this post.

“So what did you think of the game?” Akaashi asks after he and his pink haired companion are comfortably seated at a booth. The restaurant is simple but classy, a mid-range that isn’t fast food but isn’t overly priced, perfect for a first date.

Momoi taps her chin. “It was interesting, you didn’t lie when you said the match would be exciting. I’d say I can’t believe the boys would get that worked up over what is ultimately just practice, but then I remember my boys and it’s not all that surprising.”

Akaashi nods.

Momoi picks up a menu, asking as she eyes the contents, “So when does your team play Karasuno?”

“Officially, not until Nationals and that’s only if we both make it and even then there’s no guarantee.”

“So modest,” she teases glancing up through her lashes.

Akaashi picks up his own menu in an effort to hide his blush. “Yes, um, but we do have a training camp coming up in the summer. Longest one we’ve ever had at two weeks.”

Her eyes widen. “I’ve only heard of week long, how did you get that much time?”

He shrugs, taking a sip a water before replying, “Kuroo-san is…adept at getting what he really wants if the mood strikes him. I think it’s because this is their last year.”

“Whose?”

“The third years.”

Momoi nods, heart clenching a bit at the thought of Imayoshi-san retiring at the end of the season. She has a lot of respect for him and the way he runs the team, even in regards to Dai-chan, and it will be a shame to see him go.

“Sorry to somber the mood,” Akaashi says clearing his throat, “let’s talk about something else.”

“Right, my Karasuno analysis,” Momoi says lacing her fingers together on the table. “I can tell you-”

“I meant,” Akaashi interrupts gently, “let’s talk about something else besides sports.”

The request catches her off guard and she can’t keep a look of surprise off her face. “Wasn’t the whole point of tonight for me to give you a run down of them so you’re more prepared when you face them?”

“Truthfully, I’m more interested in you as a person, not a computer.”

Momoi feels her heart skip a beat. It’s been a long time since anyone has shown interest in her past her abilities of data collection. She’s not even sure where to begin. What do “normal” people talk about?

“Let’s start with something simple,” Akaashi continues, leaning back in his seat to try to lessen the sudden tension, “how about…what your favorite movie is and why.”

Momoi finally smiles, faint but sincere, as she begins talking about a movie she’s seen at least twenty times. The conversation flows a bit more easily after that, each of them expounding on different topics as they enjoy their meal. At the end of it, he pays and they continue talking while making way to the station for him to see her off on her train.

On the platform they take seats on a bench, a comfortable silence settling between them. Momoi casts a sidelong glance at the sleepy eyed boy next to her. He may not be Tetsu-kun, but he’s sweet and he’s actually interested in her for reasons beyond sports and her body.

“I had a really nice time tonight, Momoi-san,” he says catching her glance.
She nods. “I did too, Akaashi-san.”

They remain staring at each other, a little unsure but curious where this could go.

“So, if I were to call you again-”

“I’d say yes,” she affirms quickly.

He smiles – really, truly smiles – and Momoi feels her heart skip a beat.

“You should smile more, you know,” she says.

Akaashi feels that blush returning under her scrutiny. “Go on another date with me and I’m sure I will.”

She laughs, bright and vibrant. “Very smooth, Akaashi-san.”

They both stand as her train arrives. Looking up at him, eyes glittering, Momoi leans up to peck his cheek. “Call me,” she says stepping between the sliding doors.

“I will,” he confirms before they shut and she’s whisked away into the night.

It’s not Vday themed but could I have scenarios where Kise, Midorima, Murasakibara and Aomine sticking up for protecting their sisters ( in Aomine’s case Momoi).

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Not a problem, I might be able to manage to sprinkle in some V-day here and there! These came out more as reactions than scenarios – Admin Jade

Kise

“It was very stupid of you to mess with my sister,” Kise says, voice vibrating with rage. “But it was a death wish to mess with both of them.”

He picks up the two timing jackass, slamming him against the wall. “You may think I’m just a pretty face, but you’re about to find out how dangerous the rest of me is.”

Midorima

“I’ve been told you stole her lucky item,” Midorima says, his sister hiding behind his massive frame as he towers over the offending male. “Return it at once, or you’ll be the unlucky one.”

Murasakibara

“I told her making chocolates for you would be a waste of time,” Mursakibara grunts, eyes narrowed.

He leans closer, shadow swallowing the smaller frame of the boy who dared to accept a Valentine’s confession from the purple hair’s sister with no intention of reciprocation on White Day. “Now she’s crying and says she won’t ever make chocolates again,” he whines. The slamming of his fist against the locker makes the other flinch. “And it’s all your fault. I’m going to crush you for crushing her heart.”

Aomine

“Tetsuya,” Aomine drawls, leaning against the wall with crossed arms and narrowed eyes, “do you really not feel the same way for Satsuki as she does for you?”

His former shadow frowns then after a moment, shakes his head.

“Why the hell not?”

The question catches Kuroko off guard, as does the sudden increase in volume to Aomine’s tone. Swallowing unexpected nerves, he replies, “I just…she’s my friend. Nothing more.”

Aomine sighs, running one hand over his face. “Then figure out a way to make that crystal clear to her so she stops making a damn fool of herself.” Then his scowls returns. “She deserves better than that and you know it.”

Aomine Daiki: Double Trouble

Ask: Aomine scenario when he visits his parents during christmas with his wife and give them gifts, when his mom opens the gift, it’s a pair of tiny socks and a cute onesie. you know what I mean.. thanks 😉

I’m so sorry this is so, so, so late! I really hope you still enjoy it!

“Daiki! _______! It’s so good to see you!” Aomine’s mother hugs you tightly, then turns to her son smacking his chest. “Why did it take you so long to get out here?”

Aomine scowls though the look is less fearsome than usual. “It’s like I told you mom, I had training and _______’s work was being a bitch and-”

“Daiki! Language! Now, let’s get you inside and warmed up. It’s still so cold!”

Fluttering and twittering away, she leads the two of you into the house which smells of gingerbread and something stewed. You feel terrible that three holidays have passed without your presence to help celebrate but it’s as Daiki said and sometimes obligations just can’t be moved.

“Welcome home son,” his dad says extending a hand to shake after he pecks your cheek.

“Thanks pop,” Daiki sighs flopping onto the couch. As you sit next to him, he draws you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. The overt affection is not lost on Aomine senior but before he can question it, Daiki’s mother re-enters the room with cups of hot coffee.

It smells heavenly and you savor the scent before setting down the cup.

“Aren’t you going to have a drink?” she asks.

“Oh, it’s…still a tad too hot,” you supply quickly.

Across from you, you see Daiki’s father quirk up an eyebrow, a sly smile beginning to play over his lips but he hides it behind his own sip of coffee.

“So, how have you been – other than busy?”

Your attention returns to Daiki’s mother whose taken up residence on your right side. “Um, Daiki got the promotion he was working towards,” you reply.

“That’s wonderful! So does that mean I’ll finally get those grandchildren I’ve been begging for?” she asks excitedly.

“Funny you should mention that-” Daiki mutters but your elbow in his stomach stops him from going on.

“What was that?” His mother never misses anything.

You go to stand but Daiki’s hand on your thigh stops you. “I’ll get it,” he says, standing to move to the foyer where you left your bags. When he returns he has a wrapped box which he hands to his mother. “Merry Christmas, Mom, sorry it’s so late.”

She smiles up at him, patting the couch and he sits before she tears open her present. Pulling away the tissue paper she squeals in delight at the sight of two sets of onesies and tiny socks. On her other side, you watch Daiki’s eyes widen before looking up at you.

His mother sees the expression gasping out, “Don’t tell me you didn’t tell him until now, too?”

You shake your head but as your lips part to answer Daiki’s already speaking. “She didn’t tell me there’s two.”

nijimura being nsfw dominated by female s/o? doesnt have to be all that bdsm kink

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Candlelight flickers casting dancing shadows against the wall as soft violin music fills the room. Immaculately clean silver – actual silver – ware shines like jewelry upon crisp linens covering tables of wood stained cherry, solid in their structure yet with intricate

carvings on their legs which lends a certain delicacy to their features. All these couple together with a mouthwatering aroma of a meal painstakingly prepared with ingredients whose cost alone is worth more than the rent of his apartment.

And in this setting of elegance and class, Nijimura works to stifle moans clawing at his throat as her hand roams further up his thigh. Her lips, petal soft and glossy, leave a slightly sticky trail across his neck which is rapidly turning a shade of red he’d rather not admit to being able to obtain.

“Wha…what are you doing?” he grits through teeth clenched tight in an effort of control.

He feels the tilt of her lips, hears the unmistakable lilt of a chuckle deep in the recesses of her perfect chest. “Touching you, Shuzo.” The fan of her breath, holding notes of the wine consumed with their appetizers, draws goosebumps to the surface of his skin. “Do you want me to stop? Because this,” her palm presses firmly against the swell of his erection cutting off any attempt of verbal protest he may have, “says otherwise.”

Nijimura takes slow deep breaths, doing everything he can to not writhe against her but he’s losing the battle as the seconds tick on, as her own breathing increases in rapidity, as her lips and tongue return to caressing his flesh. “Do you know what would make me so hot?” she whispers against the shell of his ear. He shakes his head, unable to open his eyes lest he break his concentration and groan loudly in this very fancy and very public restaurant, though truth be told the booths are rather well separated.

As her body shifts away he’s torn between relief and regret but his eyes fly open at the feel of a tug against his belt. Deftly she undoes it, hands working quickly but with precision to unzip and untuck him. Suddenly exposed, Nijimura covers himself grabbing her hands in the process.

“Are you fucking insane? We’ll be caught! Do you know the ramifications of public indecency?” he hisses.

Her reply is singular. “Shuzo, I’m going to get under this table and suck your cock and you’re going to let me.” Pressing fingers to the underside of his jaw she pushes upward. Nijimura hadn’t even realized he’d become slack-jawed at her bold assertion. “You need a little breaking down,” she goes on, sliding smoothly to the floor. His breath catches in the back of his throat at the sight of her, clad in elegant evening wear on her knees looking up at him with half hooded, lust filled eyes. “Indulge my fantasy, Shuzo, and you can do anything you want to me in return.”

Nijimura looks up, thankful their waiter has been preoccupied with a rather difficult table on the other side of their section. He looks side to side then back down at her still patiently waiting for him to fully consent to her wishes, to her wants, to her will.

Finally, he sits back, relaxes his legs, and makes room for her, obliging to adjust the table cloth so as to fully conceal her from any potentially prying eyes. By the time they’re done situating themselves, it looks as though he’s merely a man waiting for the return of his date.

The feel of her mouth around his cock is heaven despite his anxiety regarding their surroundings. She hums, low and quiet sending shivers down his legs. The cupping of his balls has his hands clenching the table top and he knows, he just knows this woman is going to be the death of him.

But what a sweet death it will be.

Finding his voice, he says, “Make sure you swallow, sweetie, wouldn’t want you to make a mess of that dress.”

Yay ask box open!!! Could you do a fluffy to smutty scenario with Akashi and his fem s/o? From cuddles to frick fracks 😉

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I love soft to sexy! – Admin Jade

It had been a lazy day, a rarity in the Akashi household and one she planned to take full advantage of. Snuggled in Seijuro’s arms, hazing in and out of full consciousness, a contented sigh left her lips, her breath ghosting over the small hairs of his hand stirring him slightly.

“Comfortable?”

She hummed agreement, pushing back further into him and he tightened the hold about her waist. A delicate kiss, feather soft, whispered against the side of her neck and she angled her head to give him more access. Akashi smiled softly and obliged, pressing another, longer than the first. She shifted, another sigh emitting but this one laced with something…hungrier.

“Feeling restless?” he teased continuing to kiss where he could reach, his left hand beginning to rub up and down her outer thigh.

She hummed again, too tired or lost in the pleasure of his touch to bother formulating proper speech, pressing her ass against his now wakening erection.

“Let’s see if I can be of assistance,” he offered. Propping up on his elbow to gain a better vantage, he leaned over her, placing open mouth kisses upon her neck, sucking the tender sensitive flesh sending a plume of heat rushing over her body.

“Sei,” she gasped, arching into the palm he’d moved to cup her breast over her shirt. He gave it a squeeze, firm but not rough, never stopping the motion of his lips, adding tongue for good measure. When he pinched her nipple her mouth fell open on a gasp.

Akashi trailed down her torso, pushing past the line of her shorts and underwear. He hummed deep against her skin, fingers teasing the very top of her sex. “So wet for me already, you’d think I wasn’t giving you proper attention.” She groaned, rocking her hips forward to seek more friction. “So needy, so wanting.” He rolled to his back, easily drawing her to lay on top. Parting his legs and shifting her hips, he returned his right hand down below her waistline, slicking his fingers with the essence of her arousal while his left trailed under her t-shirt, palming her unobstructed breast all while he sucked and nipped at her neck.

“Seijuro….please…”

She sounded pathetic in her own ears but couldn’t be concerned to care. Akashi lifted his hips, pressed his erection to the swell of her ass and then pushed in two fingers to her waiting heat.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled, nipping the curve of her ear making her yelp. “You better enjoy this soft and slow because when I get you on your knees you won’t be able to walk when I’m through.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEON!!

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Hey ya’ll! Today is a very special day! It’s Admin Neon’s birthday!!!

Here’s a little something from me to her to show my appreciation as a fellow writer, admin and friend and to celebrate her special day!

If you feel so inclined, please drop a happy birthday message to her via our fan mail option!

Hope you enjoy this Neon and have a marvelous day!

– Admin Jade

“Where’d you get the cake?” Kuroko asks, struggling to pin the last streamer in place.

Kagami scoffs, pulling the decoration from the shorter male’s hand to secure it himself. “Get the cake? I made the cake, Kuroko!”

“Wow, Kagami-cchi! You made this?!” Kise exclaims as he opens the confectionery box. “It’s so well done!”

“Indeed,” Akashi murmurs, admiring the intricacy of the piped icing. “Perhaps your real calling is in food.”

Kagami blushes despite himself, still unused to any sincere praise from this bunch of former high school rivals.

“Tch, it’s just a cake,” Aomine comments rolling his eyes.

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you make anything! Probably’d end up a disaster!” Kagami snaps.

“Children, please, there’s more to get done before she gets here.” Midorima’s tone reminds Kuroko of a long suffering parent.

Red and blue glare his way but the green haired male ignores them in favor of setting out the last minute items from the fridge.

“Muro-chin, I’m hungry, when is she getting here?” Murasakibara grumbles.

His friend pats his shoulder. “Should be any min-“

The sound of keys in the lock stalls his speech and everyone scrambles to get into position. As the door opens, the group collectively open their mouths to yell surprise but they’re the ones in shock when the former starters of Kirisaki Daichi walk in.

“What-“ Kagami exclaims.

“The fuck-“ Aomine mutters.

“Are you doing here?” Akashi ends, voice low and dangerous.

Despite the years which have passed, they’ve never forgotten nor forgiven the countless injuries inflicted by the underhanded play of the males before them.

“Heh, we’re here to celebrate Neon of course!” Hanamiya laughs.

Hara pops a bubble, smacking out around the wad of gum in his mouth, “Yeah! What, you didn’t know she’s our friend too?”

“Impossible, you probably annoy her or worse. It’s a good thing we’re here,” Midorima says adjusting his glasses.

“Shut the fuck up four eyes! Don’t talk like you know anything!” Yamazaki shouts.

“Yeah, she asked us to come over. Why do you think we have keys to her place?” drawls Seto.

“A likely story, you probably stole them,” Himuro comments.

“Get out of here before you ruin Neon-chin’s birthday and I have to crush you,” Murasakibara mumbles, cracking his knuckles.

But any further fighting, verbal or otherwise, comes to a grinding halt as Neon’s voice rings out, “Hey guys you made it!”

The multi-colored hair bunch stares – some wide eyed, some slack jawed and still others with clenched fists – as Neon happily hugs and kisses the cheeks of the men they were ready to throw out the window.

“Hey babe, brought yer favorite,” Hanamiya says, one arm wrapped securely around Neon’s waist while the other holds up a large bottle of some presumably alcoholic beverage.

“Miya! You know I can’t handle that stuff! It makes me go sideways!” Neon exclaims pushing his shoulder playfully.

He shrugs, leaning in close to her ear but saying loud enough for all to hear, “I don’t mind that position.”

Kagami looks ready to murder him.

But when Neon’s warm smile is turned on him, he feels his anger stilted. “I’m so surprised to see you all! I’d no idea you were in town!” she giggles as she makes her way to each unexpected guest giving them the same affectionate greeting.

As Kagami ushers her further into her own home, the Generation of Miracles and Kirisaki Daichi remain faced off in an attitude reminiscent of their collective days on the court.

“She’s happy, let’s keep it that way,” Akashi says, tone leaving no room for argument.

Hara shrugs. “Sure, we’ll play nice.”

“Don’t use words you don’t understand, it’s unsavory,” Himuro remarks.

“Come on guys, let’s go celebrate Neon-chan,” Kuroko insists, guiding his former teammates towards where she’s gushing over Kagami’s cake.

“We’ll play nice?” Furuhashi asks looking up at Hara when they’re out of ear shot.

The gum chewing power forward shrugs, glancing at Hanamiya who’s watching Neon with a hungry look. Finally their former captain speaks. “They can’t stay forever. We can wait a day to have her to ourselves.”

“So agreeable, it’s like I don’t even know you,” Seto chuckles.

Hanamiya shrugs, a devious smile tilting up his lip. “Consider it her birthday present.”

It’s my fellow admin Neon’s birthday today and so I wrote this fun little piece to celebrate her!

If you feel so inclined, please send her some birthday love!

Valentine’s day #3 with the megane trio? (separately)

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Prompt: Blind Date / Set up by friends

Midorima

He was going to kill Takao.

He’d told him time and again he could handle his own social life and to stay out of it but somehow his former teammate (and reluctantly admitted friend) had coerced him into a blind date, on Valentine’s day of all days.

He reached up to adjust his tie, then his glasses, his fingers feeling oddly tingly without their usual tape, the wearing of which he’d grown out of after college ended. Midorima hated feeling out of his depth but not knowing one thing about the person he was to meet except what Takao had said put him more on edge than he wanted to admit.

You’ll love them, they’re perfect for you.

But Takao’s idea of perfection and Midorima’s were in grand opposition to one another.

Sighing, he looked at his watch once more; five more minutes until the inevitable.

He supposed he could just leave, had considered it more than once, but it wasn’t your fault his best friend – since when did he let that consideration slip into his mind – was an idiot.

“You must be Midorima-san. Takao-kun mentioned you’d be a bit fidgety.”

Your voice caught him off guard, making him start and lending credence to the assertion of his nerves.

Yep, he’s a dead man.

But Midorima’s formulation of Takao’s impending murder and the subsequent cover up came to a grinding halt the moment his eyes landed on you. As far as first impressions went, it was a very good one. Not usually one swayed by outward appearances alone, Midorima was startled by the intense and immediate attraction he felt at first sight. He wouldn’t call it love, he wasn’t fanciful enough for that, but there was definitely something worth exploring.

Remembering his manners, he stood quickly, extending a hand to shake yours and when you smiled, let out a little giggle he wasn’t sure was from amusement or nerves, Midorima felt his heart palpitate a bit quicker.

“Yes,” he finally said, trying to clear his throat of apprehension, “and you must be _____. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Really? And here Takao-kun had warned me you’d be a cold stick in the mud.”

His cheeks flushed crimson and you laughed a little more. “I’m sorry, if you couldn’t tell already there’s a reason Takao-kun and I are friends, we both don’t know when to quit teasing.”

Midorima took a deep breath, gathering enough wits to finally wonder what his face must look like and tried not to flush a deeper red. As distraction, he swiftly moved to the other side of the table, pulling out the chair nestled against its edge and waved you to have a seat. Smiling, you did as bidden, thanking him quietly as he pushed you in comfortably.

He retook his own seat, signaled the waiter and ordered a bottle of wine. Settling his folded hands on the table, he fixed you with what he hoped was a confident stare. “Now that the awkward pleasantries at my expense are out of the way, how about you tell me a little about yourself?”

The indelicate snort you let into your water glass let him know the likeliness of that was fleeting at best. “So serious,” you teased, setting down the drink, “no need to treat this like a job interview.”

He huffed, looking down at the table, fingers clenching a bit tighter. Jaw tight he intoned, “Forgive me, this is….not something I usually do.”

He looked up to see your eyes soften and nearly drew his hands back when your own covered them. “I’m sorry…I…I’m nervous too and, well, teasing is my defense mechanism.” Taking your own deep breath, you released his hands, sat back and took another drink of water before saying, “Let’s start over shall we? Really give this a chance?”

He hummed agreement, taking the bottle of wine which appeared at that moment and poured two glasses. Lifting his own, he said, “To new experiences with new acquaintances.”

“Here, here,” you agreed, tapping his glass with your own.

As you both drank, you settled, bodies relaxing and conversation flowing a little more easily. Maybe Takao knew what he was talking about after all.

Hyuuga

“I swear, they should be here any minute,” Hyuuga mutters, checking his phone for what must be the fiftieth time in the span of five minutes.

“Hyuuga-kun, it’s fine. You know how they are,” you assure, though you can’t quite keep a note of irritation from your voice. Was it really so bad spending time together…alone? You’d been dancing around each other practically all year, much to the chagrin and irritation of your mutual friends, but neither you nor Hyuuga were ready to admit to yourselves, much less to each other, how you felt.

“That’s it, I’m calling Teppei,” Hyuuga grumbles, drawing you out of your musings. You sigh, watching his back as he walks a bit away, unsure why he doesn’t just stay by you to make the call. Then again, he’s probably going to give his best friend an earful for being so late and doesn’t want to make you an uncomfortable witness to it; Hyuuga can be quite intense when he’s upset.

Down the lane, Hyuuga finally gets Kiyoshi’s on the phone. “Where the hell are you?” he practically shouts into the mouthpiece.

“Well hello to you too, Junpei.” Kiyoshi’s mirthful tone is enough to set Hyuuga’s teeth on edge.

“Cut the crap, where are you and the rest of the guys?”

“Home,” comes the simply reply.

Hyuuga pauses, feeling the vein on his temple rise. “Excuse me? You ditched _____ and me? On single’s night?!”

Kiyoshi chuckles and Hyuuga can just picture him shaking his head. “Yes and no. We ditched you so that you could become not single anymore.”

“Wha-”

“Now you cut the crap, Junpei,” Kiyoshi admonishes voice dropping to a more serious tone. “The two of you need to get your act together and put us all out of our misery watching you fumble over the fact you’re crazy for each other!”

“Go for it captain!”

“You can do it!”

“We believe in you!”

The background chants of his team do little to encourage Hyuuga, instead putting him more ill at ease. “I told you,” he hisses, “to leave it alone. To let me…us…whatever handle it as we see fit! I don’t even know if _____actually likes me like that! I don’t know if I like ______ like that!”

There’s a garbled protest and then Riko is the one shouting on the line. “That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard Junpei! Now be a man and tell _______how you feel or so help me, I’ll-”

“Ok, Riko, ok, that’s enough,” Kiyoshi’s voice says over the line. Then to Hyuuga he adds, “You might as well get it over with, because if you don’t we’re done playing nice.”

“Nice? You call this nice? Dumping us off together on single’s night on Valentine’s day?!”

“Who’s dumping who now?”

Your voice makes Hyuuga almost drop his phone. From the other side of the city he hears Kiyoshi laugh loudly. “Now you’ve done it. Good luck!” And the line goes dead.

Slowly Hyuuga looks at you, cheeks burning red all the way up to his ears. “Hey, are you ok?” you ask, stepping into his personal space and stealing the very breath from his lungs when the back of your hand touches his forehead. “Geez, you’re burning up, Hyuuga-san, we should get you home and-”

“I like you,” he blurts out stalling your words.

Blinking up at him, your mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Gathering courage he quickly pockets his phone, replacing it with your hand in his. Giving it a squeeze he repeats, “I like you, _____.”

And when you smile bright and wide, he feels a flood of relief rush through his chest. He’ll have to make sure to thank his team properly the next time he sees them.

Imayoshi

You stood, body shaking both from the cold and, you hated to admit, irritation. No, it had blown way past irritation into the neighborhood of hot blooded rage. How dare someone be so…so…callous! So cruel! And you without your phone to call and give him a piece of your mind, lost somewhere and another thing you’d have to deal with.

“This is exactly why I don’t date,” you huffed, breath coming out in steamy vapor.

“______-chan?”

The nearness of the voice made you jump, your eyes wide as you turned to face whoever had managed to get into your personal space without you noticing. When his visage came into focus, you smiled ever so slightly. “Good evening, Imayoshi-san,” you offered, tilting your head slightly.

He returned the gesture, never losing his trademark smirk, the one he hid behind so often. “And what, pray tell, has you in such a tiff?” he asked, the steam from the cup in his hand an inviting distraction from the cold.

Snapping your eyes to his face, you shrugged. “Oh, um, well.” No sense in denying it, he’d probably already figured it out. “I got stood up.”

He clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, the nerve of some people, and on Valentine’s day too.” He shook his index finger to and fro. “Very naughty.” You nodded, turning to look back out over the water. “Good thing I came along,” he added, stepping closer to the edge of the bridge and by proxy yourself. “Would hate for you to have done something irreversible.”

You smacked his arm. “I wouldn’t jump over something so frivolous.”

He grinned. “Good to hear it.” A pause and then, “Well, seeing as you’re alone and I’m alone, why don’t we be alone together? Somewhere preferably with a heater and hot food, perhaps?”

Shoving down the tiny glimmer of hope that flooded your heart, and reminding yourself this was merely your good…friend?…being kind you nodded, accepting his arm.

When you reached a suitable and uncrowded bistro he ushered you indoors away from the cold. Taking your coat, Imayoshi glanced back through the door, smirking as your would be date wandered two and fro looking aimlessly for you. Such a shame, Imayoshi considered as your phone in his pocket buzzed for probably the tenth time, but you were his…you just weren’t aware of it yet.

I know Imayoshi’s is a bit…odd…but I can just see him setting up his own date like this. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed these! – Admin Jade

Is it alright if I indulge a bit and ask for a Blind Date? Thank you…⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Of course darling! I’m sorry this is so late!

This has got to be, by far, the strangest date you’ve ever been on.

“If you’ll take my hand, I’ll lead you to your table,” the hostess requests.

Swallowing your nerves, you do as asked, clasping what you’re sure is a rather sweaty palm in her own but if so, she doesn’t say anything. With a gentle smile, she leads into the completely pitch black room, the light on her headband the only source of guidance.

You reach your destination with no mishaps and settle into your seat.

“Your dinner companion will be arriving shortly, the meal has been prearranged, we hope you have a good time,” she says before leaving.

Bouncing your knee, you wait, a bit anxious but the murmur of voices around you starts to calm your nerves. You must be in a booth because while you can hear voices, you can’t determine the actual words of their conversations.

“Here you go sir.” The hostess’s voice makes you jump.

“Thank you,” a deep voice returns and you feel your heart rate pick up. He must be tall, slightly barrel chested you consider for his voice to be that low. Something tells you he’s handsome too.

“Good evening,” he offers across to you.

“Hi, I’m-”

“Ah, ah! No names yet,” he chuckles. “It heightens the anticipation, don’t you think?”

Momentarily unsure, you cock one eyebrow, huffing a nearly silent laugh when you realize he can’t see it. “Fine by me,” you finally supply.

As the meal is laid before you, simple finger foods you’re told by the waiter to avoid lawsuits involving forks and unfortunate accidental stabbings, you and your literally blind date go about the business of getting to know everything about one another aside from your names.

You speak of your love for writing and watching anime while he expounds on his basketball obsession.

“I play center,” he offers when you ask for more details.

“Oh, that’s cool! Maybe I can come see you play some time,” you say excitedly.

You can hear the smile in his voice when he replies, “I’m sure I’d like that very much.”

Eventually your meal is over and it’s time for the big reveal.

“Ready for the light?” he asks.

You nod, again forgetting he can’t see you, hastily adding, “Yes!”

There’s a click and you’re momentarily blinded but as your eyes adjust you take in a strong jaw, soft smile and gentle brown eyes. He has brown hair, slightly tousled but somehow neat.

“Hi,” he says, waving cutely. “I’m, Kiyoshi Teppei, it’s nice to officially meet you…”

“_______,” you say in an exhale.

You were right; he’s really handsome.