Ushijima – Let the man speak

ASK:From the sentence and Drabble prompts, can I get “You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?” With Ushijima with a reader who hates dressing up? Thanks! You’re the bomb!

Thank you so much! I’m so sorry this took me forever to get done but I really hope you like it!

The bra pokes and the material is clingy and why can’t you just get away with wearing a simply nice shirt and skirt?! But no, your mother insisted on buying you a new ridiculous dress that “enhances your features”. You know this is a special evening for Wakatoshi, there’s no denying it but do you really have to get this dressed up?

“_______! Wakatoshi is here!”

You groan, take one last look in the mirror. Your hair is done and you’re wearing so much makeup you wonder if he’ll even recognize you.

One last shift of the bodice then you’re taking slow measured steps so as not to trip over the front of the dress.

You round the corner to find Wakatoshi standing by the door decked out in a full suit.

Ok, so maybe your mom was right.

As you make your way towards him he says, “You look-”

“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”

He tilts his head. “That wasn’t what I was going to say.”

“Oh.” You can’t manage to keep a hurt tone from your voice. Granted, you feel exceptionally awkward and would be the last person to admit you think you look good but you thought maybe at least he-

Wakatoshi’s deep voice breaks into your downward spiral. “You look ethereal.”

His hand lifts yours to his lips, a delicate kiss planted to its back and you blush furiously.

But with a smile.

Bokuto – Friendly Fire

ASK: We’re not just friends and you fucking know it with bokuto and a slightly younger reader, maybe first year, please? i love your blog so much omg

Thank you for the love!!! Sorry, this ended up angsty!

The closet is cramped, though that is of course the point. Pick a space technically meant for one and shove two into it, what do you get? The perfect opportunity to get really close. That is, if both parties are willing. But Bokuto is very aware of how not close ______ is to him and it’s disheartening.

“Um, isn’t the point of this to, you know, be kissing?” he asks, his voice surprisingly quiet.

He feels more than sees her stiffen – it’s impossible not to be touching at least somewhat in this tiny space – and he wonders again at his ability to understand people. Maybe it’s just girls he’s bad with.

She takes a shaky breath, the exhale ghosting over his arm drawing goosebumps. “I…I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” she confesses.

Bokuto’s stomach feels like it’s filled with rocks. He should open the door. Should put an end to her obvious discomfort and his growing despair but he can’t stop the “why” that comes from his mouth.

She pauses again and for a moment he doesn’t think she’ll answer. But then there’s another shaky breath and a soft, “Because you don’t make out with your friends.”

He really should be opening the door but Bokuto isn’t exactly known for his good judgement in high stress situations, at least not all the time. His hands reach forward, palms pressing against her arms and fingers wrapping around her biceps; she’s so small compared to him. He works hard to keep his tone gentle, but the hurt isn’t fully hidden when he says, “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

She gasps and he’s not sure if it’s from his words alone or the fact that he cursed but he’s not letting this – or her – go, not yet.

His eyes have finally adjusted to the dark and he realizes he’s looking at the top of her head.

“______, look at me,” he says, one hand gently pushing against her chin. When she does raise her head he goes on, “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel something deeper between us.” Her head shakes a tiny bit, resistance to a truth that’s been staring them in the face for the better part of the year still strong. “Why? Why won’t you admit you feel it too?” he asks unable to wait out her silence, hands cupping her face and he winces when he feels it’s damp.

“Because you’re leaving and I don’t want to fall more in love with you when you’ll just be gone in six months.”

“Hey, that’s not-”

“Ok you two, times up!” The door whips open letting in blinding light and ______ takes the opportunity to bolt from the closet, the room, then the house where this stupid party is taking place. Bokuto stands blinking, trying to get his bearings then takes off in pursuit, leaving behind a very startled and concerned crowd of friends.

Kuroko – Snuggle Honey

ASKS:

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?” With Kuroko!

How about Kuroko, “You’re lucky you’re cute”

I felt these two worked well together.

You know this is a bad idea. Kuroko has been exhausted – you both have – trying to adjust to your first year as university students. But you can’t help it, you miss him too much and tomorrow is going to be another long, responsibility filled day that you just don’t think you can face without some time with him. Even if you’re both unconscious.

The hinges squeak and you wince but you’ve come too far to stop now. Gingerly you step further into his room, each sound feeling like it’s intensified ten times in the near silence. Finally you reach your goal and gently pull the covers back to make way next to your somehow still slumbering boyfriend.

It isn’t easy but you manage to get all the way horizontal, spooning your back to his front. Just when you think you’re home free you hear his sleepy voice say, “You come to my room and wake me up at 4:00 AM to cuddle?”

“I just…I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep and I missed you and-”

His arm snakes around your waist, drawing you completely flush to himself. Through a yawn he says, “You’re lucky you’re cute, ____-chan.” Then he’s back to sleep, but with a smile on his face.

Ukai – Breathing Optional?

ASK: YAY! Please some Ukai with “I think I forgot how to breathe.” THANK YOU

Ukai can recall a handful of things that have robbed him of oxygen. Now is definitely at the top of that list.

“Keishin? Did you hear me?”

He sucks in deep. “Sorry,” he almost gasps, gulping in another breath. “I think I forgot to breathe there for a moment.” His hand slides tentatively over skin, ear pressing to her stomach though he knows he won’t hear anything at this stage.

But still he whispers, “Hello baby, this is your papa.”

Ushijima – Could it be?

ASK; 44. “I think I’m pregnant.” with ushiwaka and fem s/o scenario pls? Thankss

Ushijima’s brow furrowed deeply as he listened to the retching coming through the bathroom door. This was the third day in a row you’d run straight to it and emptied what little contents your stomach held. Large hands raked through short cropped hair. He was getting ready to leave for a couple weeks, an away tournament with his team but he was seriously considering telling them to go without him. He couldn’t leave you like this!

Not that he was doing much to begin with but he felt unsettled at the idea of leaving his wife when she was so ill.

The door opened, revealing a very pale _______.

He stood, hurrying to her side to offer assistance. “Are you ok?” he asked.

She smiled weakly. “Not sure, must have caught something.” She frowned up at him as he helped lay her back down on the bed and tucked the covers to her chin. “Shouldn’t you be packing?”

He huffed. “I think I’m going to tell them I can’t make it.”

She sat up quickly, eyes wide. “Wakatoshi, you can’t do that! You’re the vice captain! How would that look if-”

Her words cut off in a gag, body flying back towards the bathroom, her face barely making it to its target of the toilet bowl where she dry heaved. This time he was there, gathering her hair and rubbing her back. “I’m not leaving you like this,” he mumbled when she collapsed into his arms, a heap of exhaustion.

“I’m fine, Toshi,” she insisted. “Plus if this is something really bad, I don’t want you to catch it. Go and take care of your team, I’ll be back to normal in no time.”

He scowled but didn’t want to cause her further distress by continuing to argue.

After helping her back into bed once more, he made way to pack. As he zipped up his bag, he noticed she was looking at her phone with a furrowed brow.

“Something the matter?” he asked taking a seat next to her.

She turned, eyes a bit hazy and he wondered if she was starting to get a fever when she blurted out, “I think I’m pregnant.”

He blinked. “What?”

She held up her phone which he took, eyes scanning over the text on the screen; symptoms. Symptoms of pregnancy. Suddenly his own stomach felt a bit queasy.

But he pushed the feeling down, instead drawing his own phone from his pocket. He hit a few buttons, the sound of his captain’s voice coming over the line in a surprised greeting; Ushijima did not often call people.

“I’m going to be late,” the ace said simply. “I may not be there at all, there’s something ______ and I need to take care of.”

Needless to say, the male on the other end of the line was shocked but simply wished them luck in whatever it was they were dealing with and to keep him posted. Ushijima nodded despite him not being able to see it and ended the call.

Turning back to his wife he smiled faintly. “Call the doctor, let’s see if you’re right.”

Aomine – If I can’t have you…

ASK: slight aomomo scenario when she says “It hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _____.” (aomine just loves momoi’s best friend (reader) ) thanks Jade!

Aomine’s shoulders ached with a tenseness he hadn’t felt in a long time; he was nervous. His foot bounced under the table, knee jostling the cup of coffee he didn’t even want. With a huff, he grabbed it, stood and chucked it in the trash. No sense in making his stomach more upset.

The chime of the bell above the door to the cafe he sat in drew his attention to it and he felt his throat clench; there she was.

Her eyes found his quickly but the smile she sent was strained; was this even a good idea? Within he shook his head. This was his best friend he was looking at, the person who’d stood by him through so much shit of his own making he wondered at her sanity sometimes. No matter the result of this meeting, he had to see things through.

He owed her that much.

Awkwardly he stood, unsure if he should hug her but she saved him the trouble by patting his back as she walked to the vacant chair across from his own and sat. He followed suit, retaking his seat, hands clenching together on the table top. He hated vulnerability but she’d always been able to read him like a book anyway, so he might as well not add to his plight by working to keep a facade they both knew would crumble anyway.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, both uncertain where or even how to start.

“You look…nice,” Aomine tried, unsure of the words as soon as they left his mouth.

Satsuki smiled again, a delicate blush on her cheeks. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

And then the silence returned.

Finally Aomine took a breath and began, “Look, Satsuki, I don’t know what-”

“It’s not your fault, it’s me, Daiki,” she interrupted.

He fell quiet, trying to be patient, trying to give her the time she needed to say what she’d come here to say. Finally she inhaled deeply, but kept her eyes on the table, unable to meet his as she confessed, “It just…it hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _______.”

Aomine’s chest burned, his heart beating rapidly against his rib cage. What was he supposed to say to that? She went on hurriedly, “Which is, of course, not your fault. You can’t help how you feel, I just…I couldn’t stay and watch. It hurt too much.”

“And what about me? What about _____? You think it didn’t hurt us when you just fucking disappeared?” Aomine tried to keep the anger out of his voice but as usual he couldn’t manage but be anything except brutally honest.

Satsuki took in a shaky breath and forced herself to look him in the eye. “I know it was wrong but I just…I had to be selfish. I had to get away because there was no way I could watch the boy – the man – I’d fallen in love with love someone else.” She stood, wrapping her jacket tighter around her body. “I’d hope time away would dull the pain but seeing you-”

She cut herself off with a choked sob, tucking her chin down and running to the door. Aomine watched her go, every ounce of him screaming to give chase, but he knew it would be fruitless. Just as he couldn’t help how he felt about the two most important women in his life, he knew Satsuki couldn’t help how she felt about him and forcing her to stay would just make everyone more miserable.

With a grunt, he stood, took one last look at the cafe that had been their safe haven and walked out, never to return again.

Aomine – Notice Me

ASK: Ohhh~ Interesting! How about some Aomine with “I’ve loved you my whole life and I’ve waited for you to notice” thanks~

“Do you think maybe Kuroko-kun will be there this weekend?”

Aomine’s brow furrowed. “Why does it matter?”

You frowned in return both at the question and his tone. “Um, because I want to see him?”

“Why are you always talking about him?”

Aomine’s question, snapped in obvious and completely unwarranted irritation, made you stop walking. He stopped as well but didn’t turn around, his shoulders hunched and hands pushed deep in the pockets of his large puffy coat. You weren’t sure what to say.

The silence must have gotten to him because he was speaking again over his shoulder, still refusing to look at you. “I’m just tired of hearing about another guy from you, especially him.”

“Why?” One simple word, but so full of weight.

He turned, lips tight and eyes burning into yours. Finally he took a deep breath. “Because I’ve loved you my whole life and I’ve waited for you to notice. But,” he snickered mirthlessly, “leave it to me to fall for the only person who’s looking at the shadow.”

Then he walked away, leaving you stunned on the sidewalk.