First of the Valentine’s / love asks! Enjoy! – Admin Jade
Kise’s eyelids flutter, sleep slowly eluding him as he becomes cognitive of a presence over his body. Cracking open one eye, he lets show a small smile, sleep still tugging at the recesses of his conscious but being driven ever back by the revealing of your face hovered above him, lips pursed to pepper him with kisses from his forehead, down the bridge of his nose finally landing on his lips. He moves to deepen it but you’re already moving to the right, landing little teasing pecks across one cheek then the other.
With a grin to match your playful attitude, you announce, “Breakfast is ready. I gotta go, don’t be late, m-kay?”
“Yeah,” he responds, voice a bit raspy from lack of use for the last eight hours.
His eyes follow you from his prone position and he smiles a bit wider when you blow him a kiss over your shoulder.
The morning flies in a flurry of contract reading and signing. By the time noon rolls around, he’s tired, starving and feeling like Godzilla has been traipsing around in his brain. But it seems to melt away as you enter his dressing room, smile on your face and lunch in your hands.
“Seems you had a busy morning,” you comment, drawing takeout from his favorite place down the street. The food is still hot but he’s hungry for something else. As you turn, he’s there, planting eager lips upon your own. With gentle but firm pressure he gets you to yield, parting your lips enough to gain a taste of you and the latte you’d finished on your way to the studio.
With gentle pressure of your own, you push against his chest. “Ryouta, we only have twenty minutes and the food’ll get cold. You need to eat to keep your strength up.”
He pouts which earns him one more chaste kiss before you settled upon the floor by the table and begin digging in. He sighs, following your lead, and though he still pouts for lack of kisses, he’s grateful for the calories.
“Welcome home, sweetie,” you call from the kitchen as he returns to your shared apartment. It smells divine, the scent of ginger and other spices he can’t identify wafting around the small room. “How did the rest-ah!” Your words end abruptly as his strong hands whirl you around and press you to the counter, arms caging you in and his mouth latching to your neck. “Ryou..ta,” you gasp, lacing your fingers through his golden tresses.
“Can’t….wait…”he groans, lifting under your ass to plant you in a better position to ravage your mouth, “need…you.” You hum appreciation against his lips, the vibration felt all the way to his toes.
Deftly he gathers you in his arm, flicks off the burner and lands on the couch with you straddled over his lap, all done without ever breaking the kiss.
“You owe me a day’s worth of kisses.” His voice is low, full of need.
“Just kisses?” you ask, coyly.
He grins up at you, eyes gaining more shine. “For now.” Then there’s no more talking, just the feel of you pressed to him, his hands roaming your body and his lips and tongue working you over until you beg him for more.
Tag: sfw
Could you write badass!Riko x femme fatale!Momoi (like Mine Fujiko) involving motorcycle, handguns, and spying thing, all that sexy stuff, I’ve been wanting to read this kind of scenario forever!!
I’ve never seen the series this character is a part of but I looked her up for reference and hope I hit the tone of what you’re looking for! – Admin Jade
Riko looked over her 9 millimeter one last time, the shine of its metal glimmering even in the slightly muted light of the room. A quick flick of her wrist produced the satisfying click of its magazine settling into place. Holstering the weapon, she took one last glance in the mirror, frowning at the reflection behind her own.
“I wish for once you’d go into a job without relying on your tits,” she grumbled as Momoi zipped up her leather jacket to just under her massive chest, the cinching making them appear even larger.
“And I wish you’d just admit you were jealous of my winning assets,” quipped back the pink haired woman, pursing her lips to apply red lipstick. Capping the tube she turned her head in the direction of her partner. “Besides, have I ever failed at getting us into where we need to be? I’m the beauty and you’re the muscle, though,” she trailed a critical eye over the svelt female before her, “you could stand to put on a little more weight.”
Riko groused, “What do you mean the muscle? I’m the brains of this operation!”
“Oh sweetie,” Momoi giggled, patting her head, “it’s cute you actually believe that.”
Riko smacked away her hand, grumbling to herself as she strode across the room to grab her own jacket and helmet. “You ready or what?” she snapped, not bothering to wait for a reply.
Momoi, taking one last moment to secure her trusty blade in its thigh holster, scampered to catch up, reaching Riko and her bike just as she settled upon its seat. When she was stable, Momoi climbed aboard behind her, nestling close to her back.
“And do you have to press them against me?! I’m not Aomine you know!”
“As if I’d do that to Dai-chan!” Momoi protested.
“You do it to everybody!”
Momoi complied, sliding back ever so slightly, allowing Riko a bit of breathing room. The brown hair fired up the engine, revving it a few times for good measure before taking off in a burst of speed towards the highway. As they made their way towards the city, she asked through the two way radio wired in their helmets, “So what’re we after this time anyway?”
“Ruby necklace, worth a fortune,” Momoi replied.
“And who’s the schmuck we’re takin’ it from?”
“Akashi Seijurooo!” Momoi squealed as Riko almost lost control of the bike in her shock.
She skidded to a halt, pulling to the side of the road and flipped up her visor. “Are you fucking crazy?!” she shouted over the din of the traffic racing by.
“What? We got a good price for the job. Plus, Sei-chan knows me! It’ll be a cinch to get in! You’ll see!”
“See, what you failed to mention is it would be impossible to get out!” Riko snapped, taking a deep breath before standing from her cover to fire two shots at their pursuers.
Momoi crouched next to her, chest heaving. “Still, you gotta admit it’s been a while since we had any real excitement!” Using her compact, she eyed their enemy from a safer vantage. “Two to the right, go in three…two….one!”
Riko stood again, firing perfect shots catching both guards in their shoulders. “Of all the stupid, hairbrained, cockamamie ideas,” she mumbled snapping in a new round of ammo. “If we make it out of here alive,” she sighed, “I’m never letting you pick a job again.”
Momoi just shrugged, her lilting giggle making Riko’s temple pulse until she heard again, “Now the left! Three…two…one…”
It was going to be a long night.
Ahhhhhh! I love the excitement when your askbox opens. I hope the admins are doing well! May I request a lazy day filled with tickling between takao and his s/o and also kotaro hayama and his s/o?
We do too anon! It’s so much fun to see what you all come up with and they’re so good! Personally, I’m doing fairly well, thank you for your well wishes! I love having opportunities to write for characters not typically asked for and I hope you enjoy these! – Admin Jade
Takao
The plan had been to take the day easy, laying around and probably eating copious amounts of junk food lulling the two of them into an afternoon nap.
That was the plan.
But Takao had other ideas that involved chasing them down to unleash tickles until they screamed for mercy which turned into them running like children through the house, his chasing and them evading.
“You’ll never escape!” he laughed, tearing up the stairs behind them. They rounded the corner a bit to quickly, sliding on the hallway rug but amazingly managed to maintain balance. Just as they were home-free and about to reach the bedroom with a lock on its door they heard a crash from behind coupled with a groan of pain.
Turning swiftly, their eyes widened at the sight of Takao on the floor, the same rug which had almost tripped them up claiming him as its victim.
“Kazunari!” they shouted in panic, rushing back to his side. Just as they leaned fully on their knees, he sprung up making them scream in surprise as he pushed them to their back, fingers digging into their side making them squirm and squeal. “You brat! I can’t believe you made me think you were hurt!” The rest of their protestations were covered with uncontrolled laughter.
“All’s fair in love and war my dear and this round goes to me!” Takao gloated.
When breathing became an issue, he finally relented, releasing them to lie panting on the ground. “I…gonna….get….you,” they insisted, shaking a clenched fist in his direction.
“Sure, ______, sure,” he mocked, patting their knee as he stood.
The next moment he was gasping as they leapt upon his back and blew raspberries right against the most sensitive spot on his neck.
“Are you trying to tickle me or turn me on?” he complained, reaching behind to poke their sides, the action causing them to relinquish their hold.
They spun him around, fingers threading through his hair to drag his mouth to their own. Takao moaned into the kiss, hands clasping firmly to their hips. “Now I’m trying to turn you on,” they teased, moving backwards with his hands in their own towards the same room they’d been seeking refuge from him in.
Hayama
The flicker of the TV casts an uneven glow in the dark room leading Hayama’s eyes to begin succumbing to the urge to close, his head nodding forward before he snaps it back up. Sniffing, he casts his eyes sideways, surprised to see they’re fully immersed in the movie. How? It’s soooooo boring! Taking a deep breath, he tries to refocus but he’s been watching at half consciousness and so has no real idea what’s going on. Shaking his head, he smacks his cheeks working to stay awake. This was not how he’d wanted to spend the day with them, his plan to have taken them to the park to enjoy a walk, or the paddle boats, or maybe even a little bit of one on one just for fun. But no, the sky decided to open up sending a copious amount of water to the earth.
Glancing at them again, he notices their stance, leaned against the arm of the couch exposing their side. He grins behind his palm then as nonchalantly as possible, moves closer. They notice, of course, sending him a warm smile. It almost makes him feel bad for what he’s about to do; almost.
When he’s at the perfect distance, he pounces, earning a startled squeak then shriek as his fingers find their mark against the flesh under their shirt.
“Kotaro! Stop! Damn it, what is wrong with you!” But their protests fall on deaf ears, Hayama merely increasing his pursuit of torturing them. “I swear…you’re…gonna…get it!”
They roll towards the edge of the couch, falling heavily on to their butt only to jump back up and lunge for him. Hayama is ready for them, grabbing their wrists and holding them up away from him.
“You think that’ll stop me!” they yell, voice full of mirth and retaliation. Deftly, they perch on his lap, toes digging into his sides making him yelp.“That…you….I….” he gasps, working hard to speak and failing as laughter overtakes his attempts.
A moment later, they’re on their ass again as he loses his grip upon them.
“Are you…ok?” he asks.
They wave away his concern, catching their own breath. “What got into you?” they manage to ask after a few moments.
He shrugs, eyes closed. “Nothing really, just wanted to have some fun.”
A second later he’s spluttering as a pillow comes in clean contact with his head. Whipping it down, he grins at them standing with their own cushioned weapon in their hands. “Round two,” they quip then swing again.
Kise spending his s/o’s bday with her. FLuff please!
I love fluff! I really hope you enjoy this one! – Admin Jade
Rolling over among twisted sheets, her hand reaches beside her only to find the space vacant. “He must be in the bathroom,” she thinks, settling more fully under the blanket. Ten minutes later, the distinct smell of bacon wafts into the room. “Mmmmm, bacon…maybe we’ll go out to breakfast today.” When the bacon scent is joined by something sweet, waffles or pancakes maybe, her mouth is watering. Blinking open sleep encrusted eyes, she realizes Kise still hasn’t returned and the scents she’s been enjoying are becoming stronger. Frowning, she stands, throwing on a robe to protect from the chill in the room. Hand just about to touch the knob of their bedroom door, she sees a note taped to it.
_____-cchi, first: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Second: get back in bed.
She smiles, catching onto his game but willing to play it nonetheless and does as he says, lying down to play with on her phone while she waits.
After another ten minutes, she hears footsteps nearing the door, Kise’s face appearing as he opens the door. He smiles, eyes warm with affection when they land on her. “I figured you’d wake up,” he chuckles, moving carefully so as not to disturb the contents of the tray in his hands.
As he gets closer, she sits up, smoothing out the blanket to make room for his surprise.
Reaching her with no mishaps, Kise pulls down the legs of the tray and settles the homemade breakfast down. He’s gone all out, filling it with a large stack of pancakes, fruit bowl stuffed with strawberries, bananas and blueberries, a hearty helping of bacon and a cup of steaming hot coffee. The scent of warmed syrup has her licking her lips and her stomach growling.
Kise laughs, leaning down to plant a kiss to her cheek, murmuring against her skin, “Happy Birthday, _____-cchi.”
She giggles, turning her head to capture his lips in a lingering, sweet kiss. “Thank you so much Ryouta, this looks amazing!”
“Dig in, I’ll get mine and join you,” he insists.
He doesn’t have to tell her twice, a bite of syrup drenched pancakes making her moan in pleasure.
Armed with his own tray, Kise sits next to her, nibbling away at the bacon. “So, what do you want to do for your special day?” he asks before taking his own bite of pancake.
She shrugs, fully immersed in her meal. Thinking it over, she looks up at him. “I really just wanted to spend the day with you, I don’t really care what we do,” she admits with a smile.
He hums, looking out the window. It’s still fairly dark, clouds covering the sky and threatening rain. “I think we should snuggle up and watch movies, we can enjoy junk food all day without guilt because their celebratory calories.”
She laughs, poking his cheek. “I thought that only applies to the person being celebrated?”
He shrugs. “I have practice tomorrow, I’ll burn it all off in no time.”
“Now you’re just being annoying,” she pouts, but there’s no ire in her tone. “Still, I like your idea, let’s do it.”
“Good, because I’m gonna spoil you with all the sweetness I can.”
Setting down the trays carefully to the floor, she sits upon his lap, mischievous smile on her lips. “Right now, the only sweetness I’m interested in is yours,” she whispers before kissing him passionately.
Kise rotates, pining her body beneath his own. “Then by all means, let me give you your fill.”
Shimizu / Momoi – You’re already mine
ASK: Is it too late?!?! May I request Shimizu and Momoi (separate) waiting for their husband (adult au) coming out of surgery (which was successful) and their hubby doesn’t quite remember them.due to the anesthesia and its kinda hilarious because they’re flirting with them and asking who they are and are so surprised they have such a beautiful wife? I hope this made sense.
It totally makes sense and is such a cute ask. I almost picked two boys from the shows to be their husbands but kept them “readers” so some of the guys who read my stuff can be self-inserted too.
Shimizu Kiyoko
Shimizu tried her best not to worry. The doctors had assured her the procedure was simple, in and out, no big deal. But as the minutes dragged by she couldn’t stop her heart from trembling; what if something went wrong? The grab of her hand had her jumping but the voice near her ear brought a sigh from her lips, releasing some of the tension in her back. “He’s gonna be fine, it’s no big deal, remember?” Looking to the side, her bespectacled eyes met the warmth of Daichi’s.
“Thanks for being here,” she said softly, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. “I…I’m not used to…you know…”
He chuckled, drawing his arm around her shoulder. “I know, Shimizu, I know. You’re used to being the strong one, and you are, but it’s ok to lean on us every once in a while.”
She snorted delicately, punching him lightly in the gut and he laughed a bit louder.
“What’s this? I’m gone for five minutes and you’ve already moved on?”
Daichi grinned up at Yui. “You know you’re the only one for me princess, now where’s that coffee?”
Reaching forward with a giggle, she deposited the requested drink into his hand, the artificial light above glinting off her wedding band. He grabbed it, planting a kiss to the top.
“Ugh, do you have to be so nauseatingly sweet all the time?” complained Shimizu.
“Don’t be jealous,” Yui replied with a sweet smile.
“Don’t worry, I’m not.”
So distracted by their banter, neither noticed the doctor walking down the hall until he had almost reached them. Shimizu stood swiftly, former mirth falling away to give full attention to her husband’s surgeon.
He smiled, gentle and warm. “Everything went splendidly, though I am glad we caught it when we did. A rupture would have been most undesirable.”
Shimizu let out a breath. “Can I see him please?”
The doctor chuckled, “He a bit loopy at the moment but don’t be alarmed, that’s just the effect of the anesthesia. But, of course, by all means. Follow me.”
The three friends made their way to the recovery ward, Shimizu’s eyes softening as they landed on her beloved. She leaned down, planting a gentle kiss to his forehead prompting him to open his eyes and when they did he let out a gasp.
“Am I in heaven?” he asked breathless. Perplexed, Shimizu shook her head, her dark tresses swaying slightly. “Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I’m looking at an angel.”
Daichi snorted, earning an elbow to the stomach. “Ouch! Between you and her I’m gonna have bruised ribs,” he complained.
Shimizu’s brow furrowed. “Do…do you not know who I am?”
Slowly he shook his head, but said quickly after, “B…but I want to know! I mean, you’re soooo pretty! How could I not want to know you?”
Now Yui was giggling.
Casting her an irritated glance, Shimizu leaned forward slightly. “I’m your wife,” she advised.
His eyes widened, mouth falling open. “No….way….” he breathed out.
When she nodded he let out a whoop. “I don’t know where I am or why I’m here but if you’re mine nothing else matter!”
She shook her head, calmly petting his hair as she was wont to do when he was over excited and encouraged him to rest, assuring that when he awoke once more all would make sense and they could go home.
Momoi Satsuki
“You have really pretty eyes! Do…do you wear contacts?”
Momoi giggled, running fingertips across her husband’s forehead to clear his eyes of his bangs. “Nope, all natural.”
His eyes trailed up and down her body leaned over him to reach the pillow and fluff it. “All of you?”
She laughed again, giving a playful smack to his chest. “Yes, all of me, silly.” He chuckled, then winced in pain making her lose her mirth momentarily. “Sorry sweetie, I’ll try not to make you laugh.”
“Oh but your laugh is so beautiful! Like…like bird song!” he insisted.
“Why can’t you be this poetic all the time?” she teased.
“What’d you mean? Didn’t we just meet?”
Momoi couldn’t stop more laughter from bubbling up and out of her mouth. “No, you dork! I’m your wife!”
He looked momentarily stunned, then a look of pure bliss erupted over his face. “That’s a relief! I was laying here tryin’ ta figure out how to ask you to marry me and here you already have!”
And she laughed again before kissing him.
Oikawa- A Brand New Day
ASK: Morning fluff scenario w/ oikawa and fem s/o
I have no idea why this came out with a melancholy under tone but it does have some fluff in it. Either way, I hope you enjoy!
Nestled under the warmth of the covers, Oikawa lay with his elbow propped, head resting against his palm and watched the rise and fall of her chest, his other hand itching to touch but because he didn’t want to wake her this early, he refrained from doing so. It used to bother him that he’d wake up so much earlier than her, the habit ingrained from years and years of rising before dawn to warm up his knee, stretch, run, stretch some more and shovel down breakfast before hightailing it to the gym for extra practice, always pushing himself; more, more more!
But then she’d come along, quite literally stumbling across him when a late night practice session in their college gym had resulted in him twisting his ankle (first the knee, now the ankle) and crying out in pain. She’d rushed in, not watching where she was going and fell over him. Only she didn’t stay down long, rotating swiftly to rush to his aid.
He knew he’d been anything but grateful to her in that moment, angry at himself, angry at his knee, angry at the world for cursing him with a body just strong enough to get him one step away from his ultimate goals before failing him at the last moment.
Now, he could laugh at the memory of her tiny frame working to heft his larger one upon her shoulders, insistent he get some help. They’d made it halfway to the trainer’s office before the vice captain came upon them and took over.
His ankle pulsed as he shifted closer, bringing him back to the present, but he ignored it in favor of stroking her cheek, apparently unable to keep his hands off her.
He smiled softly as she snored, a little drool sneaking out making him chuckle. “So sloppy my sweetness,” he chided in a whisper.
She grunted, rolling to her side but not waking up even as she sought more of his warmth; he did run hotter than most.
Feeling the protest of tiring muscles in his arms, Oikawa eased back down, hoping not to move the mattress too much and thus actually wake her from slumber. As the sun slowly rose in the east, rays muted by the sheer curtains upon the windows, her eyes blinked open to meet his own.
“Hey,” she yawned through a stretch, “how long have you been awake?”
He shrugged. “Not sure, since before the sun made an appearance.”
She clicked her tongue. “You’re crazy, I can’t believe you still wake up so early.” A shudder racked her body. “Damn, it’s cold in here! Did you turn the heater off again Tooru?”
He didn’t reply, instead rolling on top of her, tugging the covers as he went to encase them in a cocoon of sheets and blankets. “We have all the heat we need right here,” he teased, brushing his nose up the side of her neck.
Giggling she pressed two fingers against his forehead and pushed. “Already? I just woke up! Can’t we have breakfast first?” He grabbed her hand, kissing the palm before resting it against his chest. At the serious look on his face, her brows furrowed with concern and her other hand reached up to caress his face. “Tooru?”
He shook his head. “It’s nothing, I just…damn, I really love you,” he confessed, leaning down to capture her lips with his own, the kiss chaste but long. Resting his forehead against her own he went on, “Being yours is the greatest thing to have ever happened to me.”
“Ok, what’s gotten into you?” she teased. “Bad dream?”
He shook his head again. “No, just thankful you didn’t give up on me.” His voice was soft, fragments of melancholy laced together with his sincere gratitude.
Her arms wound round his neck, drawing their chests flush together. “Breakfast can wait,” she admitted, then kissed him again.
Iwaizumi- It’s The Simple Things
ASK:
An Iwaizumi scenario where he looks at his girlfriend doing normal stuff like painting and baking and just hanging out on the couch and reading and he just realizes how much he loves her so he blurts out to her to marry him. Thanks! Keep up the great work!
Thank you so much for the encouragement, I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I hope you really enjoy it.
It was a simple day, warm but not too hot, the kind where debate between being indoors or out was non-existent because either way it would be pleasant.
“Let’s get some fresh air,” she commented, gathering her easel and paints. Iwaizumi nodded, moving to help despite her soft protests. They made way to the backyard, Iwaizumi settling into the hammock he’d put up the week before while she set up. Hands behind his head, Iwaizumi stared at the branches above but before long his head shifted, eyes falling back on her.
Perched on her stool, brush in hand making soft strokes against the canvas, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she blended. He knew that was what she was doing by the circular motion of her hand.
As he watched her work, he felt his eyelids grow heavy, the lull of the breeze and gentle sway of the hammock sending him into twilight slumber, her face the last image in his mind.
Descending into dream, the years of them together faded in and out like a black and white 8mm film reel, the highlights of their lives so far.
Meeting in college while sharing horror stories of their shared professor, unfortunately in different classes.
Him asking her on a date after much prodding from Oikawa.
Them making it “official” the first time he called her his girlfriend to off put some way too insistent guys bugging her in the cafeteria.
The smile she’d given him in that moment.
Now they were in their final year of school, each headed on the path of their chosen careers having faced both joys and sorrows such the death of her father followed closely by the birth of Oikawa’s unplanned daughter (and the subsequent falling in love with the little tyke as “uncle Iwa-chan” and “auntie, ____-chan” babysat from time to time to allow the frequently frazzled parents some peace and quiet).
And on that memory, new images burst into technicolor hues. Images of them married, living together, having children…
The image shook slightly, making him frown. It felt so real, so peaceful, so there he never wanted to leave. But now the motion was accompanied by a noise; the sound of his name.
“Hajime, come on sleepy head, wake up!”
He blinked his eyes open, staring up at her beautiful visage, hand absentmindedly reaching up to wipe his thumb against a streak of blue paint that somehow landed on her cheek. She smiled, that smile, and kissed his palm.
“Marry me,” he breathed out, barely above a whisper.
Her eyes went wide.
He struggled from his prone position, almost falling out of the wiley scoop of fabric. Finally to his feet, he stared into her eyes, leaned down and kissed her. “I know it’s not the most romantic way to ask but-”
With a tilt of her toes and the press of her lips, she sealed off his deprecation. Pulling away she giggled, “It was perfectly you, it was perfectly…us.”
He smiled, a true wide brighter than the sun smile, and picked her up, spinning about the grass and laughing like a fool but he didn’t care. Stopping mid turn, he looked at her again. “That was a yes, right?”
And her laughter rang out to the sky as she nodded. “With all my heart,” she assured.
UK+Nijimura as teachers seeing one of their students gets bullied? Thanks ❤️
Obviously trigger warning for depictions of bullying. – Admin Jade
Kiyoshi
“Why do you always follow us around? Nobody wants to hang out with you!’
“Yeah, just go away!”
Kiyoshi’s tender heart ached, unclear on how and why kids could be so cruel to each other. But then he remembered Hanamiya and figured things could definitely be worse. His first impulse was, of course, to do what he could to help the meaner kids see the error of their ways, but he also knew he couldn’t force people to be friends.
Instead, he waited until they were all out of sight, then called to the boy who’d received such nasty remarks, asking him to help with prepping for the lab if he wasn’t busy.
They worked in silence until Kiyoshi said gently, “You know what they said isn’t true, right? They don’t know everything or everybody.”
The boy shrugged, eyes still on the floor.
Sighing, Kiyoshi considered how he could help, if at all.
“Have you thought about joining a club?”
He shook his head. “I’m not good at anything.”
“Now, I know that’s not true. Did you play any sports in junior high?”
“No, but I played shogi a lot, mostly at home with my dad though.”
“That’s perfect! I think you should join the club, see how well you fair.”
A week later, he spied the same boy smiling as he chatted with his group of fellow shogi players. When he saw his sensei he waved wildly, face beaming and Kiyoshi waved back.
Hanamiya
Hanamiya, as unlikely a candidate to become a teacher as anyone had ever seen, watched the proceedings from a dark corner of the hall. It was the same old story, the strong preying upon the weak and despite all the years gone by, he still tended to side with the strong. But as the sniffling boy made way by him to clean up in the bathroom, he couldn’t stop from saying, “Anyone who can’t stand up for themselves is trash.” When he looked up, his sensei went on, “Do you want to always be known as trash?” He shook his head. “Then learn how to fight back. Better yet, beat them to the punch.”
Mibuchi
“You’re so ugly a dog wouldn’t kiss you!”
“Did your mom do your hair with a hand mixer?”
Cruel laughter rang out in the hall mixed with the whimpers of the poor girl being berated by the “popular” girls. She tried to move away but they continually blocked her path, hurling insults like poisoned flowers.
Their beratement halted abruptly as a deep voice behind them said, “Do you know what’s ugly? Bullying. Bullying is one of the most despicable things in existence.”
They turned, eyes wide at the sight of Mibuchi-sensei leaning against the wall, filing his fingernails. When he looked up, his eyes were hard. “Ugly words come back tenfold on those who expel them, so I suggest if you want to keep your pretty faces pretty, you stop using your lips for such an ugly purpose.”
Hayama
“You can’t do anything right! Why do you even play this sport?”
“Do us all a favor and quit!”
Hayama clenched his jaw, working to keep his temper in check. If there was one thing that frustrated him more than anything else with being a teacher, it was trying to mold the kids into better people than the ones he and his generation had been. He knew it was impossible to reach all of them but things like that made him feel like the failure.
And that made him angry.
“Nobody’s perfect their first week, not even you two!” he snapped, flinging the basketball in his hands towards one of the offenders. The boy flubbed it, sending the ball bouncing away.
“See? Now stop nitpicking each other to death and do some actual practicing!”
They scampered off, muttering to themselves about sensei being too uptight. Hayama smiled; he could take the gossip and the taunts, the attitudes and the death glares. After all, he had the power to give them many, many more laps in they kept acting out.
Nebuya
“That’s mine! My mom made it for me, give it back!”
Nebuya halted in his steps, turning in the direction of the ruckus emanating from the classroom. Popping his large head in, he spied two boys playing keep away from a girl, tossing her bento box back and forth above her head and laughing.
Considering his options, he settled upon a plan.
Walking through the door with a seemingly jovial laugh he said loudly, “Awwww, if you boys were hungry for attention all you had to do was ask! I have plenty of things you can do to expel some of that energy!”
He grabbed the bento, handing it to the sniffling girl and patting her head gently with his massive hand before throwing his arms around the two perpetrators and tugging them into the hall.
“I think we’ll start with you cleaning all the chalkboards on this floor!”
Nijimura
“Give me your homework or else.”
“But…you copied me last week and if we keep doing this we’re gonna get caught!”
A rough grab of the girl’s sweater made her gasp. “Only if you keep wasting time, now shut up and give me the damn papers!”
Nijimura stepped forward, releasing the boy’s hold on her and stared down at him. “Those who can’t do for themselves or face the consequences of their own inaction are destined for failure.” He leaned down, eyes hard. “I suggest you alter your behavior…or else.”
soulmate au where kise, kasamatsu, imayoshi‘s soulmark is the first sentence their soulmate says to them and it‘s something super hilarious
I’ve not done this soulmate AU before and my comedy writing skills leave something to be desired in my opinion so I really hope you like these! – Admin Jade
Kise
Kise pumped his legs faster, praying he would make it in time. If he was late for practice one more day, Kasamatsu-senpai would kill him; or worse, he’d bench him. The station came into view, train at a standstill but the announcer’s voice indicated he’d run out of time. Only focused on his end goal, Kise burst forward in a mad dash, reaching the door just as it was closing. He jumped, wedging himself between the sliding panels, but couldn’t quite get a foothold to push all the way in. The wall of the tunnel was getting closer and just as he figured he’d lose more than his position on the court for one game, he was tugged roughly into the car, landing in a sprawled mess upon the floor his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You know, you’re just adding to the belief that blondes are dumb,” a voice said from above him.
As Kise opened his eyes, he felt a tingling sensation on his arm.
“No! Of all times and all things to have been said, why now? Why that?” Timidly, he looked at his wrist, groaning as the very words just spoken to him etched their way upon his skin. He turned his attention back to the car, only to realize he had no idea who’d spoken to him. Much as he hated the words, he wanted his soulmate but how could he find them? He couldn’t just blurt out, “Who saved me?” He didn’t think the phenomena worked like that. Worrying his bottom lip, he stood indecisive, eyes flicking all about the car looking for any connection, but everyone kept their attention fixed on their phone screens, out the window or on books and newspapers.
Sighing, he thumped his head against the wall.
When he arrived at his stop, he filed out with the rest of the passengers, discouraged he’d probably never find his soulmate again when the person ahead of him dropped their book, unware of its absence. Rushing forward, Kise picked it up before it was trampled, calling out, “Excuse me, you dropped this!”
You turned, opening your mouth to thank him but froze, jaw unhinged as you felt a light burning on the arm extended towards the blonde you’d managed to save from losing his leg. He planted the book in your hand, confusion on his face at your expression until he noticed your arm.
Eyes brightening to an alarming degree, he exclaimed, “Soulmate-cchi! I found you after all!”
Kasamatsu
“What’s the point of going on a date if they’re not my soulmate, huh? It’s just a waste of time!” Kasamatsu snapped.
But Kise was being even more obstinate than usual. “You’ll never meet them if you don’t get out there and try! I have mine, Kasamatsu-senpai, and they’re wonderful!”
There was no lie in that, you had been a rather amazing addition to the ace’s life. Kasamatsu appreciated your no nonsense attitude and that you kept the golden boy in line better than even he could. “I’m still surprised you didn’t end up more hurt, maybe Midorima is right about all the mystical crap.”
“No changing the subject, senpai! Just go! If anything it will give you practice for when you do finally meet your destined one.”
Destined one? Was that really how it worked?
And so Kasamatsu found himself agreeing, more so just to get Kise to shut up about it than anything else. He considered not going. He didn’t want to be there anyway and what did he care that someone Kise knew was offended? But his sense of propriety won out in the end and he found himself making way to a park to meet this mystery person.
It was going to be a disaster, he just knew it.
Approaching the fountain agreed to as the simplest meeting spot, Kasamatsu spotted you, your own eyes searching for him. When you locked gazes he felt his throat tighten up; you were gorgeous.
He didn’t know how he kept walking but eventually he was standing just in front of you, however your expression was not one of recognition. Had Kise not told you what he looked like? Not provided enough details? The blonde could be a bit scattered brained from time to time, but surely even he would realize-
“Is there something you wanted, or are you just going to stand there gaping like a fish?”
Startled out of his thoughts, Kasamatsu barely recognized the fact you were speaking to him when he felt pressure on his inner wrist up to his elbow. Looking down, he almost fainted; you were his soulmate?
Flustered even more, he blurted out, “You’re my soulmate!”
Your eyes widened as his words appeared slowly on your arm. Looking to it and then his, you couldn’t stop a chuckle, then a full blown laugh from escaping your lips. The male before you scowled, unclear at the reason of your amusement but when you took his hand, his heart nearly stopped.
“I’m sorry for the…less than desirable ink you have there. How about I make it up to you by paying for dinner while we get to know each other?”
Imayoshi
Imayoshi was tired, it had been a long day of wrangling Aomine to practice, talking Sakurai down from whatever ledge he’d placed himself on this time and trying to keep Wakamatsu from killing both of them. He sat upon the gym floor, relishing in the momentary quiet as the team took care of washing up and changing back into their street clothes. He’d found it advantageous to wait until they’d all gone before taking his own shower, where he could be alone with his thoughts and planning their training and drills.
Boisterous chatter, mostly arguments from Too’s most temperamental members, signified his opportunity to retreat.
Later, he made his way to the bus stop, muscles protesting each step.
Taking a seat on the newly arrived bus, he sighed out to no one, “I swear on my soul, if those guys don’t get their act together I’ll kill them.”
From across the aisle he heard, “Do you even have a soul?”
Head whipping to the side, his eyes landed on your face, the mischievous smirk he found there intriguing. You looked a little familiar, clearly a fellow student at Too, unless you were just in the habit of blurting out insults to random strangers. Just as he was about to reply, he felt a tapping on his arm and looked down, watching as the very words just spoken to him bled into existence on his skin.
Lips curling into a devious smirk, his narrowed eyes looked once more at your face, now a bit paler and with no sign of your previous cheekiness to be found. Leaning forward, he whispered, “Property of Imayoshi Soichi.”
You gasped, frantically rubbing your arm as if that would magically erase your soulmate’s words. Suddenly he was beside you, eyes opening just enough to reveal his irises which burned with wicked amusement. “Now, I think, would be a good time to get to know one another, don’t you?”
So glad you’re doing your box your way! That said, I hope you like mine! Kuroko needs more love so can you do a sweet New Year’s Kiss scenario? Maybe like it’s a crush and not yet established relationship? They could be at a party maybe dancing or Kuroko is feeling left out because no one notices him (or so he thinks) and she find him at midnight? Fem pronouns please! Hope that’s not too detailed! Thank you!
It’s not too detailed, it’s just right! Also maybe it would be better for yall to read this at the end of the year since New Year’s just passed lmao maybe that’s why this is so short
I don’t think there are any gender-specific pronouns here so tagging this as gender neutral
“There you are.”
The voice from behind me, however soft it may be, startles him among all the other noisier sounds from the party. Everything else is gradually becoming white noise, but your voice is like a cool breeze in a hot day, mint tea before bed. He smiles, quietly adoring your visage except for an equally quiet ‘hello’—he was feeling like he wanted to go home as soon as possible, but now that you are here, he wishes for the opposite.
“I’ve been wondering where you are,” you say, chuckling a little bit with embarrassment. Do you seem too eager to meet him? The last thing you want to do is scare him off. “Having a good time so far?”
He knows better than to lie at you—he considers you as someone close to him, so faking it will only earn him a look. Instead, he offers you another smile and a tired shrug. You pat him on his shoulders, as if supporting him to go on for a few more hours. Noticing the empty glass in his hand, you loosely hold on to his wrist.
“Want to get a drink?”
“Sure,” he replies, walking next to you as you make your way to the bar.
For the next hour Kuroko finds himself chattering with you, inhibitions lowered not just by the alcohol. He hasn’t gotten a lot of chances to see your eyes so upclose, so clear, for so long, and have them look back into his. It is not as if you are unwilling to stay longer; circumstances always found a way to interrupt, be it in the form of friends or foes. He wonders if any other person is vying for your attention right now, envying him, because he has felt like that before, and now that your eyes are on him, he is intoxicated.
You are laughing at one of his deadpan comments, casually and lightly pushing his arm. He watches you affectionately until the master of ceremony announces the last minute of the year, and the two of you share a look, a mix of excitement and surprise at the swift passage of time.
“Let’s move,” you say with a smile, your fingers enclose around his wrist once more, this time tighter than your touch before. He feels his stomach do a flip and he does not see a reason to lie to himself—he is nervous, happy, and ten other emotions mixed up into one.
The two of you quickly find a spot outside the venue, trapped in a sea of people, but Kuroko keeps a hand to your waist so that the two of you don’t get separated. You willingly lean against his arm and smile at him as you listen to the master of ceremony ramble on.
“This is my first time attending a New Year’s party,” you whisper, and he can feel the slightest of your breath on his neck, “it’s kind of exciting.”
“It is,” he replies, but you don’t know he is referring to the erratic beat of his heart.
Ten
“Kuroko-kun?”
He hums in response.
Nine
You look at him, anticipation apparent on your expression. He wordlessly urges you to go on.
Eight
“Can I ask you something?”
Seven
“Go ahead.”
Six
A beat of silence.
Five
“Will you kiss me?”
He tenses, eyes wide, and you think you have made the biggest mistake of trying to cross the line between friendship and romance. Before your dark thoughts could take hold of your mind entirely, the crowd counts down to one and the man in front of you leans down, pressing his soft lips against yours.
He drowns out everything around him: the cheers of ‘Happy New Year’, party poppers and confetti, and the whooshing of fireworks. He tastes you, sweet and addicting, but he pulls away after a small nip. You look like something out of a fairy tale book, as if a magic spell have been lifted from you, your eyes opening like you just woke up from a deep sleep.
The fireworks are deafening but beautiful, illuminating your face with an array of colors—purple, yellow, pink—and even in the dark and noise he can see you trying to bite back a smile.
“Can I ask one more question?”
He chuckles, intrigued. “Sure.”
“Will you kiss me again?”
A second after the word leaves your lips, he’s already pressing against you, deeper and bolder than before. The dance is slow but sensual with a quiet moan or two exchanged in between—mostly yours, though—and he gets progressively braver as the seconds tick in.
“Anything for you, ___________-san.”
Ooooooo!! You picked mine! And I love it! It’s so sweet and the count down was great! Thank you!!
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