Follower Appreciation Post #4

Here it is the final appreciation post for my top four followers for the month of July. Thank you again so much for all your support and your sweet words! This dear follower asked for a fluff piece for Kagami just enjoying the simple things in life. I really hope you like this!

It’s early when Kagami rises from bed, stretching tight, taught muscles. It’s always a bit awkward sleeping in a new bed, even one with a mattress as comfortable as this, but he knows it isn’t lack of comfort keeping him from snuggling back to your side; he’s excited–and nervous.

It’s been a long time coming but you and he finally managed to make it to Japan for a joint vacation with his former team from Seirin. The logistics were a nightmare, mostly due to varying schedules, but the time has finally arrived and he can’t wait for them to meet you; not even Kuroko has.

Truthfully, none of this would have ever happened if it hadn’t been for you. Kagami is no stranger to odd and abnormal abilities in people but still shook his head in bewilderment when you outlined the plan and showed him where you’d all be staying. Finding two bungalows big enough to house the whole former Seirin High basketball team was impressive enough but to be neighboring one another and this close to the beach, elevated his impression of you to a higher level than it already was.

The rumble from his stomach echoes from the bed in a lower cadence and he chuckles as you roll over, your lips moaning out something that sounds like “breakfast”. He can’t tell if you’re putting in a request or dreaming but either way it fits with his plans for the morning and so he heads to the kitchen (fully stocked prior to your arrival because of course you would have found people to get it taken care of) and begins preparations of the meal.

“Taiga?”

Your sleepy voice draws his attention momentarily from the sizzling bacon and despite his best effort he feels a blush creeping over his cheeks at the sight of you rubbing your eyes clad in one of his shirts. You’re positively swimming in it, highlighting the vast differences in your sizes and it wakes something primal and possessive in his chest; but he can’t leave the bacon or it will burn.

Forcing his attention away from you, he says, “G’morning sleepyhead, hope you’re hungry.”

You move to one of the barstools at the counter, taking a deep long breath through your nose; “Everything smells so good, Taiga, you really are an amazing cook.”

He grins at your praise; “And you haven’t even tasted it yet.”

“My nose tells me all I need to nose.”

Kagami groans and rolls his eyes. “Please don’t say anything like that around Izuki-san, they’ll be no stopping him,” he complains.

Your light airy giggle gains another smile from him. The bacon finally finishes cooking and he sets it on paper towels to dry, allowing him to do what he’s wanted to since you entered the room; take you in his arms and kiss you.

Which he does, slow and gentle, but insistent, his large hands trailing through your hair before sliding down your back to settle on your hips, holding you close, pressing the soft of your chest to the firmness of his. You let loose a little whimper and he feels his blood start to race but there’s not enough time to do what he wants to and so reluctantly he breaks the kiss though stays close to you.

“What was that for?” you ask a bit breathless.

“I can’t just kiss my girlfriend?” he asks through a laugh. He’s pleased at the flush of your cheeks, the glaze of your eyes, happy in the knowledge he can melt you like this.

“Of course you can, you just… don’t usually, not like that,” you explain haltingly. After a seconds pause, you continue hastily, “I’m not complaining! Just… it caught me off guard, but it was nice and I–”

He cuts off your cute rambling with another kiss then nuzzles your nose; “Let’s eat while the food’s still hot.”

It’s mid-afternoon when the gang arrives and Kagami opens the door as they make their way up the path.

“Kagami!” Koganei shouts, waving like a fool.

“Hey guys,” Kagami returns, trying to keep his cool but vibrating with emotion fighting to spill out; it really has been too long since he’s seen these guys.

“Wow, guess being a big superstar on the court’s worked out well for you,” Hyuga comments, eyeing the establishments. He winces under a smack from Riko; “What the hell was that for?”

“Jealousy doesn’t become you, Hyuga Junpei,” she huffs.

“I’m not jealous,” he mumbles, slinging his back over his shoulder.

Kagami shakes his head.

Some things never change.

“Kagami-kun.”

Like the fact Kuroko still can sneak up on people without even trying; “Shit Kuroko, I’ve gotten rusty.”

The blue hair male smiles; “What’d you mean rusty? You weren’t that perceptive to begin with.”

“Shut up,” Kagami snaps but there’s little malice in his tone. After a second, he sticks out his hand which Kuroko takes; “Good to see you.”

The group head inside, all jabbering to and over each other, excitement mounting at being back together again after so many years apart. Sure, there’ve been clusters who stuck close, such as Mitobe (who still doesn’t say much if anything) and Koganei and Furihata, Kawahara, and Fukuda who all live together in a way too small and way too expensive apartment but there hasn’t until now been a time formed to get everyone together.

And it’s all thanks to you, who make your appearance as they all settle in the living room.

Kagami’s face lights up at your entry; “Ah, everyone, this is ________ and she’s pretty much the reason we’re all here this weekend.”

You’re blushing, stammering out, “It… it’s no big deal, Taiga, I mean, I didn’t really–”

“Don’t be so modest, _______-chan, we really appreciate all you’ve done to make this happen,” Riko says with a smile, extending her hand which you take.

She calms you and Kagami is thankful she’s there, otherwise this weekend may have ended up a bit more of a challenge since he’s doubtful he could reign in the craziness that is and always will be Seirin.

It takes a little time for everyone to get settled into their rooms–arguments about who’s sharing with who, who gets the bed, the floors, the couch, whatever–but finally everyone is changed and ready to hit the beach.

Kagami tries not to be possessive, but the sight of you in your bathing suit fills his chest with a rush of pride knowing all that loveliness is his and his alone.

The plan is to go surfing, but it ends up that you and he have to teach these knuckleheads first because it becomes apparent that none of them can, save for Mitobe who just stands with that soft smile on his face watching as person after person wipes out.

Not that Kagami is much better of a teacher; “No, no, idiot! Too far forward, you’re gonna–”

“Aiiieeee!!” Koganei shrieks before the wave takes him.

“Tip the board,” Kagami finishes palming his face.

“Patience, sweetie,” you coo but can’t hide your chuckle at their misfortunes.

Most give up after repeated fails, opting instead to sit on the sand or play in the waves while

you, Kagami, and Mitobe wow them with your “hang ten” skills.

Evening falls and everyone is starving, a natural result of staying in the sun and water all day.

“Ugh, I’m so beat, but I’m the only one who can cook,” Kagami complains, his arm slung heavily over your shoulders.

He quirks an eyebrow up at your responding giggle; “Oh ye of little faith, do you really think I don’t have a plan?”

“What do you–” Kagami’s words cut off as he opens the door and the flood of a very familiar and missed scent hits his nostrils.

Every eye goes wide at the sight of an unfathomable amount of somehow, fresh and positively mouthwatering Majin burgers and fries laid out on the table and counter.

“Dig in,” you offer, extending a hand and it’s like the starting pistol for a feeding frenzy.

Everyone gathers mounds of food and drink, moving to various seats to enjoy the salty, grease filled fair.

Kagami takes a large bit of his third or fourth burger and looks around. He swallows then smiles, happier than he’s been in years. He looks at you, laughing with Riko, about what he doesn’t know, but he doesn’t need to.

It may not have been simple getting here, but it is the simple things that make him most happy.

Things like food, friends, family and–most importantly–you.

What more could he ever ask for?

Fluffy scenarios with Asahi, Bokuto, Nishinoya and Ukai cuddling with their s/o that’s scared of thunderstorms?

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Wow it’s been 84 years, but I return with this self-indulgent nonsense! Did I crib a lot of notes from Ouran? Yes. Did this really resonate with me because I am absolutely scared of thunder? You bet. Does it matter than thunderstorms in Japan aren’t really a Thing because of their climate? Not even a little bit. I hope you enjoy!
~Admin Emma (Your Local Goblin)

Asahi

What had started as low rumblings before bed turned into cacophonous thunder that woke Asahi up from a dead sleep. That was no easy feat, given how heavily he slept, but thunder woke him easily. Not that he was afraid of thunder–far from it, actually–but he knew you were. The last time a storm had rolled through, he’d come home to find you shivering in the back of the closet with a pillow jammed around your head. That night was no exception.

“Hey,” he said, running his hand over the curve of your waist. You tensed under his touch, shrinking further under the covers. He wrapped a thick arm around your waist, holding you close. “Hey, ssh, It’s ok.”

“Asahi…” you whimpered, flinching when there was another flash of lightning. The thunder followed a few seconds after, loud and terrifying. It practically shook the entire house.

“Hey, hey,” Asahi soothed, pulling you a little closer. You buried your face in his chest, and he’d almost be embarrassed by the gesture if you weren’t so clearly afraid. He started rocking you gently, murmuring softly under his breath. “It’s going to be ok.”

This was a ritual for you. It was hard to see you so afraid, but he had things that scared him, too. He had totally irrational anxieties that turned him into a shaking, shivering, self-hating mess. You were always there to help him with those; so he would be there to help you with the thunder. He knew nothing he did that was rational would help. So he just allowed his presence to be enough, when it could be enough.

He would always protect you.

Bokuto

While he was no big fan of thunderstorms, he was more afraid of the power going out than anything else. His ADHD made his ears ring if it was totally silent, so if the power went out, he didn’t have his fan, and therefore he couldn’t sleep. So when a rare storm rolled through, he was instantly on high alert. He made sure his battery-powered white noise machine was charged, the candles and lighter were within easy reach, and the emergency supplies were where you’d left them last. You had leftover rice in the cooker, so if he got hungry he didn’t need power…

The storm rolled in so quickly, it didn’t take long for the thunder to roll over his head with a deafening crack. Up until that point, you’d been reading in the living room, bundled in one of his sweatshirts. You’d been pretty absorbed in your book, but the thunder yanked you right out of it. You were as alarmed as a sighthound catching movement in the bushes, and when the thunder cracked again, your eyes went wide.

Bokuto knew he had to get to work; “Hey, ____, I was thinking… I want you to show me that game. That crazy shooting RPG… Mass Effect?”

“You… you want to play Mass Effect?” You jumped when thunder cracked again, louder than before. But it was easier to get your attention again.

“Yeah! It looks fun! And you and Kuroo have that inside joke about ‘best store on the Citadel’ or whatever, and I want in!”

“Right…” you gulped when you saw the lightning flash again, but he held your attention. “Right now?”

“Yeah!” Bokuto said, exuberant and bright.

He wasn’t great at comforting. He wasn’t soft or gentle, he didn’t know how to hold you until you stopped being afraid. He was a man of action–a fixer. He needed to fix it. And he couldn’t fix an irrational fear.

But he could distract you, and make you feel loved and happy. And that was all he needed, really.

Noya

He came home from practice soaked to his skin, the sudden storm catching him by surprise. The apartment was dark, and the low hum of the AC unit was shockingly absent. The only sound was the driving rain outside. The power was out. You were nowhere to be seen.

“____?” Noya called, peeking into rooms as he searched. “____? You home?”

A flash of lightning, followed by an immediate crack of thunder. And then, he heard you. Just the tiniest whimper… you were in the bedroom. He should have known. He dropped his wet clothes into the laundry basket, scrubbed a towel over his hair quickly, and fished his phone out of his backpack. Thankfully, it didn’t get too wet. He plugged in his good headphones–the noise cancelling ones–and cracked the closet door. There you were, curled pathetically in the corner like a beaten dog.

He hated it. He hated that you were so scared, that he couldn’t be there for you. All he wanted was to make it go away. He stole the blanket from your bed and touched your knee. You practically leapt through the ceiling, your eyes darting nervously around before settling on him.

“Y-yuu…” Your voice shook, and you yelped when there was another crack of thunder.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said softly, whipping the blanket around your shoulders. He put the headphones over your ears, blasting your favorite playlist, and gathered you close. “It’s ok. I’m here.”

He rubbed your shoulder soothingly, feeling pleased with himself when you started relaxing into his side. He did this for you every time there was a storm. He didn’t even get that itch under his skin when he sat still for too long. This was too important to him. You were too important to him, and he didn’t want you to be scared anymore. He’d do anything…

An hour later, the power came back on, and you were fast asleep.

Ukai

He didn’t care about thunderstorms one way or the other; they came so rarely in Miyagi that he never really had to think about them. Okinawa, though… that was a different story. Many of the locals had warned him that day about a storm brewing just off the coast. Considering the big, ominous-looking clouds on the horizon, he’d taken it seriously. He was glad you’d packed your earplugs for the trip.

Sadly, the thunder was so loud and rain hit the window so hard it was near deafening, the ear plugs didn’t help. You’d tried to go to bed early, but the tension from the potential storm had kept you up. And now, with the rain and wind going full force, you were awake and likely not going to sleep any time soon.

He sighed, scratching at his hair as he climbed into bed with you. He snuck a hand under your shirt, rubbing soothing circles into your bare back; “Hey, it’s ok.”

You nodded, relaxing into his touch, but stiffening when lightning flashed again. He counted the seconds between the flash and the crack of thunder, and the storm was practically on top of the hotel. If he stared through the gauzy curtains, he could see thin cracks of light striking the sea. It would have been cool if you weren’t in his arms, shaking like a leaf.

He did the only thing he could do… the thing that you always said you liked. He sang to you. It was an old song, a traditional song his grandmother sang to him when he was young. It always soothed him, and despite the fact he wasn’t the most gifted singer in the world, you always seemed to love his singing voice. The first few times it had been embarrassing, but after years together, all self-consciousness about the roughness from years of smoking and his tone deafness and the way his voice cracked on higher notes had vanished. All he wanted was to make you feel loved.

After a time–he honestly lost track–your shaking stopped. He peered down to check on you. You weren’t asleep, but you were staring up at him with such naked affection in your eyes, his face flamed.

“Thanks, Keishin,” you said, brushing your fingers along his jaw in a way that made him shiver. “You always know what to do.”

He grinned, pressing gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth; “Anything for my future wife.”

I’M MELTING!!!! I, too, do not like thunder. I think storms are cool but they scare the crap out of me so I can totally relate. These were so, so, so SWEET Emma! You always knock it out of the park!

Follower Appreciation Post #2

“Sorry you had to stay late again, ______-chan, we just really want to make sure we’re tightened down.”

You kept your head tilted down, fixating your attention on the clipboard in your hands. “It’s fine, Kuroo-san, I don’t mind. I’d be losing sleep anyway.”

“Oh ho?” You could feel him leaning closer. “And who, pray tell, is keeping you awake at night?”

“Don’t flatter yourself Kuroo-san,” you chuckled, hoping your play at nonchalance would be believed. It was doubtful considering who you were talking to but you could hope.

Kuroo elected to laugh, leaning up and away to move towards the exit. “I gotta get changed, I’ll walk you home, just hang tight,” he called over his shoulder.

Now there was an image you didn’t need. Ok, maybe you didn’t mind so much, it just made hiding your affection for Kuroo that much harder. Why did he have to be so damn attractive? And smart? And endearingly dorky?

You shook your head, trying to dispel the images and the pang in your heart. You needed to focus on supporting the team, they needed your full attention, unrequited love be damned.

“Go, go Nekoma! Push it, push it, Nekoma!”

The gym thundered with the noise of cheering. You were barely able to remain seated next to the coaches, your legs bouncing, clutching your clipboard so tight you were sure your fingers would cramp any moment.

The moment the other team called for a timeout, you were up, rushing to give the starters their water and towels, stammering out words of encouragement as best you could given the rattle of your own nerves.

The tremors in your heart intensified when you met your eyes to Kuroo’s. He took the bottle from your hand, fingers grazing yours and lifted it to his lips chugging down gulps of water. He wiped his mouth which then formed into that trademark smirk. “Cheer loud for me, eh?”

You swallowed and could only nod.

He grinned again before taking off for the court.

“So I didn’t hear you cheering,” Kuroo commented on the bus ride home, feigned hurt in his tone.

You shifted away, sure that he hadn’t meant to sit that close to you and you didn’t want to amplify the awkward. “My mistake, I’ll bring the bullhorn next time,” you said with a slight smile.

Kuroo scooted closer, his arm on the back of the bench seats to give him room and you could feel the heat radiating off him. His voice lowered and he leaned down closer to you. “Can I ask you something?”

You shifted again, giving him your full attention, sure he was going to ask for some stats on the game.

“Would you go out with me sometime?”

Your brain short circuited and your mouth opened and closed with no sound coming out. He waited, cheeks a little pinker than they were when he first sat down but he kept his gaze locked to yours.

Finally you managed to speak, “Are you serious?”

He snorted. “No, I’m screwing with you just to be an ass.” He shook his head, reached forward and took your hand in his. “Of course I am, you dork.”

You were silent again so he added, “Just nod, if you want to that is.”

And slowly, your head bobbed up and down making him smile even wider.

Follower Appreciation Post #1

To show appreciation for their support, I offered to write a special request piece for my top four followers, those people who have liked or reblogged my content the most per Tumblr’s tally system.

This isn’t a ploy or manipulation to get more notes, it’s just my way of saying thank you to those who took the time to give me feedback, which in turn helps me create more content, even if it’s taking me longer than I want it to.

I appreciate every single one of you, thank you for following, thank you for liking and thank you for sharing.

Third year. His third year was here already. Where had the time gone? Ennoshita takes a deep breath, his eyes scanning over the starting lineup coach Ukai put together. It was weird, being captain, being the one the team turned to for not only support on the court but he’s feeling like a therapist and part-time brother to most of the team, not to mention continuing to tutor Tanaka and Nishinoya to ensure their team continues to have a fighting chance; thank goodness for Yachi, he doesn’t think he can handle Kageyama and Hinata as well.

“Why the long face captain?”

Ennoshita looks up, smiling as you approach the table, your bag slung on one shoulder and an easy grin on your lips.

He’s thankful for you too.

To have someone outside of volleyball he can bitch to without fear of anything ever getting back to anyone’s ears. Much as he wants to be, he’s not perfect and having you to unload his strain and stresses on as well as have fun with is a gift.

One he’s becoming more and more inclined to want to keep for himself.

He’s never been a possessive person to his recollection, but now he finds himself watching more closely any guy who talks to you. Ok, maybe it’s closer to glaring, but… semantics. The point is, he cares about you and it’s getting harder and harder to hide it.

“I’m fine, really, just… we’re getting close to the spring tournament and I want to make sure we’re ready,” he confesses.

Another plus, he can be honest about his fears. It’s so easy to open up to you, which makes him laugh because he’s always heard that when people like each others, things get more awkward, harder, but with you things are easy; maybe that’s part of why he’s so attracted to you.

You pat his shoulder and the contact makes his heart thump harder. “You’ll be fine. Stop worrying so much about being last year’s Karasuno.”

“But they– we– were amazing! How can I not want to aspire to that?”

Your smile widens. “Who says this year won’t be more amazing? Have faith in the team–and yourself, Ennoshita-san– you’re gonna do great.”

With a wave, you leave him to continue his review but he watches your back until you turn the corner.

“Could you be any more obvious?”

Kinoshita’s voice makes Ennoshita jump, his pen falling to the table.

“Why don’t you ask her out already? Like, officially?” Narita asks taking a seat on the bench across from him, leaning on his elbows.

“Shut up, it’s-

“If you say it’s not like that I will bean you in the back of the head with a volleyball, I swear,” Kinoshita threatens.

“You could ask him out, you know? There’s no reason to wait for his slow ass to do it!”

You snorted into your soda and rolled your eyes. “Sure, let me ruin a perfectly good friendship on the off chance he feels the same way,” you said before taking another bite of food.

“Off chance? Are you blind? The boy is in love with you!”

“In love? I highly doubt that.” You feign indifference but can’t keep a tone of wistfulness out of your voice.

“Just… think about it. Cause it’s painful watching the two of you dance around each other when everyone knows you like each other,” she insisted.

It’s after school and you’re dead on your feet. The group project you’re on took much longer than previously anticipated and now you’re starving, brain a pile of mush and your eyelids feel like they weigh a hundred pounds.

“________-san?”

Ennoshita jogs up to you, sweat on his brow and breath a bit short; practice must have just finished.

“Hey there,” you say, giving him a tired smile.

He returns it as you fall into step together. You can’t explain it but the air between you seems to have shifted, a different energy crackling and giving you goosebumps. Part of you wonders if maybe, just maybe, your friend could be right. Maybe Ennoshita does feel something for you beyond friendship. Should you say something? Or is all your feeling the result of wishful thinking and the power of suggestion?

“So, the big game’s tomorrow, right?” you ask in place of the question dancing on the tip of your tongue.

He takes a deep breath, looking up to the night sky and exhales a long sigh. “Yeah, thanks to you I know we’re ready.”

“Me? I didn’t do anything except give you a kick in the rear,” you laugh. Your laughter cuts off when his hand takes yours, halting both of you in your tracks. You look up at him to find his eyes full on you, a light shining there you’ve never seen before.

“And that’s what I needed,” he says. Suddenly you notice the loudness of your heart beating in your ears, your blood rushing through your veins as you stare into those steady eyes. He tightens his grip, looks away, then back again. “You’re what I need,” he confesses in a low whisper.

And just like that, your world shrinks down to this one point, this one moment of standing in the middle of your school, holding the hand of the boy you love and not able to interrupt his words for anything else besides a confession.

Still, you can’t help but ask, “Ennoshita-san, are you… do you care about me… like that?”

He steps closer, drops his bag and cups the side of your face. “I like you, ______-san, I like you and I… I couldn’t not tell you anymore.”

Your giggle makes his eyebrows rise. “I’m hoping that’s a sign of happiness and not you laughing at my confession.”

You shake your head, lean up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he asks as you pull him towards the direction of the clubroom.

“Oh that? That was a kiss for luck tomorrow,” you tease.

“Hmmmm, then what’s your answer to my question?” he asks pulling you back to him.

You lean up, giving him a longer, deeper kiss. “Satisfied?

He nods. “Wait for me?” he asks glancing up towards the clubroom.

“Always,” you agree and he smiles.

May I have Hoshiumi (if you do manga characters, of not you could change it to Yaku) trying to ask their crush out who always attended their games, please?

Hoshiumi looked up into the stands, eyes scanning quickly. Sure enough, there you were. He smiled, bright and wide. He could always count on you being there, cheering him on.

Accompanying his happy expression were red rose cheeks. He really wanted to ask you out but his teammates’ teasing echoed in his head.

Are you even sure she likes you?

And as much as he didn’t wanted to admit it, they could be right. He knew he liked you but maybe you really just came to the games to support the team as a whole; not just him.

But he wasn’t a chicken! He was the little giant after all! He could do this!

So after the game, sweaty and running on adrenaline from their big win, he rushed into the halls and up the stairs searching frantically for you.

He found you, talking to your friends. The prospect of an audience doubled his nerves but he wasn’t going to back down. Running up the stairs, he practically shouted, “_____-chan!” You stopped dead in your tracks, eyes wide with surprise as he bowed before you. “Thank you for your support!” He looked back up, eyes shining. “Will you please go out on a date with me?”

You blinked at him, shock on your face. He felt his heart thundering, new sweat breaking out on his brow as the silence between you stretched on.

Then you smiled. “Sure, Hoshiumi-kun, I’d love to go out with you.” You wrinkled your nose a little. “But first maybe you should take a shower.”

He nodded, tearing back down the stairs, shouting over his shoulder, “I’ll meet you outside in ten!”

Could I please request, Kuroo trying to get close to his crush who is considered to be an Ice Queen but instead just has really bad social anxiety and is very shy.

Kuroo knew there was more to her than meets the eyes. No one was one dimensional, no matter how hard they tried to give that impression; even himself from time to time.

But every time he tried to talk to her, she shut him down or avoided him all together.

“I don’t know why you’re trying so hard,” Kenma said, eyes focused on his PSP.

“Haven’t you ever heard of the thrill of the chase?” Kuroo replied.

Kenma glanced up briefly. “If you’re just playing with her-”

Kuroo put up his hands. “I’m not, I’m not. I just… find her intriguing. I can’t really explain it but I really do like her and want to get to know her better.” He sighed, dropping his hands. “If she’ll ever let me.”

“So what’ll it take to get you to agree to coffee?”

You looked up with a start, pen almost dropping out of your fingers. You fixed your face into your usual scowl. “Leave me alone, nerd.”

Kuroo snorted. “Wow, original. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, how about answering my question?”

You got up, intent on walking away but he blocked your path. You looked up into half fringe covered eyes, startled at the seriousness you found. “Why would you want to go out with someone like me?”

Kuroo put his hands in his pockets, shrugged his shoulders. “You’re… different and intriguing and… pretty,” his cheeks colored slightly at this last, eyes casting to the ground. “What do you have to lose?” he added.

Your eyes searched his face for deception, for teasing, for anything to indicate an ulterior motive; and found none.

Finally, you smiled, faintly but true. “Ok, Kuroo-san, I’ll have coffee with you.”

Could I have a Aomine x fem reader scenario? They were on their way to a game an the bus flipped over, causing the reader to hit her head. Then they go to the hospital and she’s in a coma. She wakes a few days later an remembers everything and is more worried about him. Angst to fluff please?

There’s a beeping somewhere in your ears that you can’t explain. The dream–nightmare really– of falling finally whites out as your eyes blink open, weary against the glare of fluorescent lights above your head. You close your eyes against the throb in your head and take a deep breath of pure oxygen. It burns a little but you’re thankful to be alive.

You want to get up, want to find the team and check on them but your whole body hurts and unhooking your IV seems ill-advised.

A nurse enters, give a soft smile as she approaches the bed. “Hello there, good to have you back with us,” she says.

You nod, pull the mask off your face and ask, “How… how’s everyone?”

She purses her lips. “Everyone survived but they’re all heavily injured,” she advises.

You take a deep breath of relief. You swallow against the dryness in your throat and she helps you take a drink. “Can I… can I see Aomine Daiki?”

“Right here babe,” a deep voice says.

You look up, tears stinging your eyes to see him standing. The last you remembered of him he was covered in blood and unconscious on the ground and you were terrified he was dead.

“I… I’m so glad… you’re ok,” you gasp out, trying to hold your sobs but failing.

He hobbles to the bedside, leans down and presses his lips gingerly to yours. It makes you want to cry more; he’s never been this tender.

“Everything’s gonna be ok, alright? You just focus on gettin’ better,” he says, forehead pressed against yours.

“I love you, Daiki,” you whisper.

He nods, kisses you again. “Love you too,” he returns.

I started a thing…

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So, I know I haven’t been super active here and for that I do apologize.

I could go into some of the reasons why but mostly, writing comes and goes, my energy level goes up and down and I’m focusing more on what makes me happy than what I feel obligated to do (hopefully that makes sense and doesn’t sound too bratty).

That being said, I finally posted the first (super small) fic of a series I’ve been wanting to start on AO3 for Yachi.

I am a serial shipper for her and this is where I will put my fun pieces as inspiration, time and energy hit me.

Some will be short, some will be long, some may have multiple chapters, but they’re all being stored in:

The Good Ship Yachi

I hope you’ll pop over to AO3 and read, maybe leave a kudo or a comment if you feel they’re earned.

Thanks again for everyone’s patience and support!

Second piece is up, BokuYachi!

How about one for Kuroko? Maybe a fluffy scenario of his first kiss with his fem s/o? Simple I know but he’s so cute!! Thank you!

kurokoxstraydogs:

ugh yes, i love this boi. he’s my son. he’s so freaking cute UGH PROTECT HIM. i hope you enjoy :3 btw this starts out kinda sad but i PROMISE IT GETS CUTE. alSO IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG :)))

– Pocky

under the cut for length 🙂

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So cute!!!! Don’t worry about the time, this was really sweet! Thank you!

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.