What if the GOM were playing LIFE with their team and their cursh(the reader) picks them for their husband as a joke, how would they react?

imaginetho:

i actually have no idea what that game is? i thought the name was familiar but then i searched it, and turns out i was wrong! still tho, i hope you like this! ^^

Akashi:

At first, he would be surprised, and most of all happy.

You were his crush, and even if you only picked him as your husband in a game, he’ll still be flattered.

Although, he won’t actually show you how surprised or happy he is, he’ll keep his usual calm and cool aura.

But then again, you weren’t his crush for no reason.

Even when he was good at hiding it, you were the only one who can see how happy it made him.

He’s just waiting for the moment your eyes lock together so he can smirk at you.

He’ll also probably try and play the husband part even after the game is done just to mess with you.

Will even mess with you via text and call you some cute married couple nicknames like “honey, sweetie, darling, etc.”

Midorima:

He chocked on his drink.

He has no idea what to do with himself.

He really tried to look all cool in front of you but that was too much for him.

His imagination ran wild the moment you picked him, and he could have sworn he felt his own cheeks flush.

He probably made you think he doesn’t like you since the first thing he did was choke.

He sat quietly the entire time throughout the game.

As much as he wanted to hit Takao for nudging him every few minutes and winking, he couldn’t.

He apologized to you after the game, but ended up confessing to you by mistake.

Aomine:

Suddenly all he knew was blinking.

The moment he heard you pick him, he just froze.

Well, his eyes did not. He started blinking rapidly that Kuroko had to actually nudge him a little until he came back to his senses.

“Sorry! I just…. dozed off for a second.” was the only excuse he could come up with.

When he heard you giggle, he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat.

He’d steal glances at you every once in a while, and smile.

He had no idea you had this much impact on him when it’s not even real.

When he realized how he would feel if it was actually true, needless to say he became a grinning mess.

Kise:

He had to mentally, and physically stop himself from yelling and squashing you into a hug.

He didn’t care that it was just a game, that was enough to make him like you even more.

“I’m officially the luckiest husband.” he blurted out.

His face actually turned red when everyone went quiet and you were looking at him.

Oops! he realized he actually said it out loud rather than saying it in his own head.

His eyes went wide when he saw you covering your mouth and giggling shyly.

He couldn’t help but watch you giggle, and laugh along.

This would be the first time he actually applauds himself for saying something without thinking.

Murasakibara:

“Ehhhhhh, ___-chan picked me?” was the first thing to come out of his mouth.

He laughed it off in front of you and acted like it wasn’t a big deal.

He was actually dying from the inside.

He would keep turning his head to the other side just to smile.

You were the only person he kept offering to take a bite from his snack.

That was his way of saying I really like you.

Even everyone would stop just to stare whenever he offered you.

Since he wasn’t the type to share his food, this just showed everyone just how much he’s willing to do for you.

Kuroko:

He simply smiled and thanked you.

He also excused himself right after to use the bathroom.

He went in there just to throw his fist up and practically whisper a “YES!”.

When he came back and saw you smiling at him, it made him realize you really are a person he wouldn’t mind waking up to everyday.

He’d enjoy just sitting there, watching you play and amusedly watch your face expressions.

He never thought there could be a day where he would thank Aomine for something, but he was wrong.

He was gonna thank him the minute this game ends for dragging him into this even when he didn’t want to.

Will remind you of this when you two actually do get married.

These are adorable!

Helloooo! I just followed you and I loveeee the way you write! I would like to request a scenario where Tsukki and his fem friend are throwing sarcastic comments to one another and flirting subtly in ways nobody understands so Tsukki decides to let her know his feelings are not just friendly??

sfw-haikyuu-nsfw:

Oh, thank you! I always like this kind of coupling with Tsukishima. I think this boy needs someone who won’t take his shit and give him a taste of his own medicine!

Enjoy!

It was stupid, really. Well, he supposed not stupid, but irritating that Tsukishima hadn’t realized it sooner. It had taken yamaguchi shoving it down his throat for him to notice that it had been there all along. And those feelings just seemed to fester inside of him the longer he stared at the back of her head. He felt his lips turn downward and his brows furrowed as he studied the strands of her hair and the smallest shifts of her shoulders.

He hadn’t been aware of how much time had passed until she was turning around in her seat. “Look, I know I’m irresistible, but the staring is starting to get a little creepy,” she spoke as she gave a small smirk, her hand rising to run through the length of her hair.

Tsukishima’s frown deepened and he wondered how he had managed to develop feelings for the girl in front of him. Chewing at the inside of his lip, he turned his gaze away, focusing instead on his hands that were perched on top of his desk. “Don’t be so conceited, I wasn’t staring at you.”

It was impossible not to feel the eye roll that came from her next. “I wouldn’t blame you, ya know,” she teased further, her body fully facing his now, her legs crossing over one another, “plus it’s not like your attention isn’t exactly unwanted either.”

The words caused a start in his heart, body freezing as they sunk in and hummed across his skin. His jaw clenched and he had to take a moment to consider if what she was saying was something she meant or just her being her usual sarcastic self. Sometimes there was no telling which was which, Tsukishima couldn’t even count the amount of times she got mad at him for mixing up the two. And what would happen if he mixed it up now?

“Hey, I’m delivering some pretty good lines here and you’re ignoring me,” she spoke as she reached to tap at his forehead, gaining his eyes again, “it’s pretty offensive, cause, really–”

Whatever forces caused him to lean forward in that moment to press his mouth to hers was beyond him. He felt her gasp and he felt a sense of pride at being able to catch her off guard. Pulling away after a short moment longer, his eyes took in the shock that crossed over her features. “I… I like you,” he breathed before his gaze dropped away, instantly deciding he probably made a very bad impulsive decision.

“Oh, thank god,” she breathed, her hands darting out to grab at the back of his neck and shove their mouths together once again. This time it was Tsukishima’s turn to be surprised, his heart thrumming rapidly inside of his chest.

They parted again and there was no stopping the smirk that pulled up at his lips, “What? no sarcastic comment?”

“Shut up,” she demanded as her mouth moved to press against his again and he was more than happy to oblige.

LOVE!!!

Ok so you know how you did the prompt of the s/o having boobs too small, could you do one with the s/o having boobs too big (like F cups) GoM, Haizaki, and Nebuya. please?

sakurashortstack:

I love this ask. I actually had a breast reduction myself. I was a 34GG (34DD now). So I know the frustration! Big boobs are a struggle!

Akashi:

Shivering slightly, you rubbed your arms in a poor attempt to
warm up. You had forgotten your jacket at home much to your annoyance and
hadn’t expected the cold weather. But despite your scowl, you watched another
rain drop fall dangerously close to you.

“Here ____-san.” Akashi shrugged off his school blazer,
handing it over to you. You nodded in appreciation, smiling at the warmth that
lingered on it. You pulled the jacket on and giggled at how long the sleeves
were. However, when you went to button it your smile faded quickly. The lapels
refused to meet as your expansive chest fought the fabric for all it was worth.
You grunted in annoyance and felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “____?”
Your eyes shot up to see Akashi eyeing you carefully.

“I…I can’t…..it won’t fit Sei-kun…” You bit your lip in
frustration. A light chuckle brought your gaze back up to him as he strode
over.

“Here, I have a solution my flower.” Taking the jacket off
you he softly draped it over your front, leaving your back exposed. When you
opened your mouth to question what he was doing you were silenced as he sat
behind you, pulling you flush against his warm chest. Gripping the jacket to you
like a blanket, you smiled, feeling his arms tighten against you. His breath
ghosted over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “There, all better my
love.”

Aomine:

“No.”

“But-”

“No.” Your voice was monotone and slightly edged as you
responded for the millionth time. You looked up from your book, eyeing your
persistent boyfriend. His blue mop peeked around the offending item in his
hands.

“Why not? I thought you said you wanted matching costumes?”
He frowned in frustration, clearly not understanding what your reservations
toward the outfit were. “I thought you liked the idea of me going in my
Basketball gear…what’s wrong with the cheerleading one for you? I even
behaved myself and got the single piece instead of the skimpy one.” He frowned
more at that part, which brought a small laugh from your lips.

“Daiki…it’s not that I don’t want to be a cheerleader for
Halloween…but that top won’t fit.” You hopped up, motioning to the outfit in
his hand.

“But I got the skirt size you asked for…” Now he just
seemed confused more so than angry. You know he wouldn’t admit it, but he loved
Halloween and was a bit distressed at the idea of you skipping the school
party.

“I know Daiki…but because it’s a dress, it is the same size
on top and bottom…but I’m not. The ‘twins’ definitely won’t fit in there.”
You giggled as the proverbial light bulb went off.

“Damn. You mean the one time I listen and get the modest
outfit I pick wrong!?” He huffed in annoyance.

“Well, you do have the receipt, still right?” You pull him
into a hug, despite his tense posture, smirking all the while.

“Yeah…might as well get our money back.”

“Well I was thinking about an exchange…you know, for the
two-piece?” You smirked into his chest when you heard a sharp intake of breath,
most likely imaging you in the skirt. “Come on Basketball star, let’s go get
that costume!”

Kise:

“What about this one ____cchi?” Your boyfriend’s
overly enthusiastic voice rang out for the millionth time. You were currently
shopping for your upcoming vacation and both of you needed bathing suits for
it. Kise being a model made it easy as he usually got discounts with certain
stores and his sense of style was brilliant. It had taken only fifteen minutes
for him to find a suitable pair of swim trunks but finding your suit was
proving to be quite the task.

“N-No…” You mumbled as he held up a suit you were sure was
constructed with floss. Had these designers never heard of support before? You
were certain the cup would barely cover a nipple at this point. Walking around
in glorified pasties wasn’t the most appealing idea.

“___cchi…you have to say yes to trying one on eventually.
You can’t go to the beach in nothing, well you could, but I am sure you don’t
want to.” He gave you a teasing smile, hanging the suit back up. He walked over
to your sulking form, pulling you closer to him in a soft hug. “What’s
bothering you babe? Is it the styles I am picking or something? You know you
can pick it yourself or-”

“No, no, no! Your style is amazing Ryota-kun, it’s just…”
You sighed deeply before looking up at his curious gaze, “I’m not
really…built…for these kinds of swimsuits. My…umm…’girls’ are too big.
They need more support and the last few stores have nothing like that…” You
looked around nervously before you heard him chuckle.

“Well I am not sure ‘too big’ is the phrase I would use
___cchi. I love you…all of you…just the way you are. I got a solution okay,
just one second.” He kissed your forehead before pulling his phone out. With a
few strokes, you heard it ringing. “Ah Hitomi-cchi! Quick question. What store
has stylish women’s swimsuits that provide more support up top?” You blushed
brightly and hugged him while he smiled cheerfully, listening to the woman on
the other end of the phone. “Perfect. You’re a life saver! Thanks! You
too…bye!” His phone clicked off before he pulled you back to look up at him.
“Let’s go ____cchi! I found the holy grail of swimwear!” Giving your hand a tug
he led you deeper into the mall. A small smile played on your lips that he
would go to such lengths for you.

Kuroko:

It had been a quiet
day at the Kuroko household, lounging on the couch together while you browsed
your phone and Tetsu read a new novel he recently bought. His arm draped over
your shoulders and his fingers lightly grazed your arm in comfort. Even Nigou was
passed out in a patch of sunlight at the other end of the sofa. After a while
however, your shoulders started to feel the burden of not only Tetsu’s arm, but
your rather generous sized chest. You didn’t want to shrug Kuroko off, you
adored cuddling with him, but a sharp pinch started to pester you between your
shoulder blades. Tetsu noticed your poor attempt at hiding the pain and sat his
book down in his lap; eyes watching your discomfort as you tried to discreetly
crack your back by arching.

“___-chan, are you
okay?” His eyes searched your own, making sure you wouldn’t play off any pain
you were experiencing.

“Mm, my shoulders are
sore. It…it happens a lot.” You try to smile, but a pained frown comes forth as
your shoulders tighten, unwilling to give you the satisfying ‘pop’ you need.

“Why, have you been over-exerting yourself?” His concern melted your
heart and you couldn’t help but smile at how genuine he was.

“No Tetsu-kun, I just…I am a bit ‘top heavy’.” You nodded down toward
your chest and his eyes widened a bit as though the proverbial light bulb went
off. “Sometimes the weight makes my back hurt.”

“Turn around ____-chan.” Despite the rather odd command, you couldn’t say
no to the little smile that he gave. As soon as you turn away, nimble fingers
start to work on the many knots that caused you such pain.

“T-Tetsu-kun. You don’t have to massage me if it’s too much trouble.” Your
cheeks heat up as an involuntary moan escapes you.

“While your body is perfect, I refuse to see my love in pain. Ask
anytime, and I will make the pain disappear.” His breath ghosts past your ear
and all you can manage is a weak nod before losing yourself in the rare moment
of pain relief.

Midorima:

“___, where is your lucky item I gave you?” Midorima pushed
his glasses up as he questioned you, shouldering his backpack as well.

“The necklace is right here Shin-kun.” You pulled it out of
your pocket, showing the delicate chain and pendant.

“Yes, but why are you not wearing it?” You groaned a bit at
his question and battled answering him internally. Finally deciding to appease
him you went to put the necklace on. However just like you knew it would the
pendant became lost in a sea of cleavage. Clicking your tongue in annoyance you
glared down at the mounds that seemed to consume all.

“This is why I don’t wear it.” You looked up at your blushing
boyfriend who seemed to be looking everywhere but you, though the bobbing of
his Adam’s Apple didn’t go unnoticed.

“H-Here, nanodayo.” Without another word, he turned you
around and pushed your hair aside, giving him access to the chain. You felt him
pull it up from its current boob prison, getting the pendant to rest
comfortably at collarbone length. The small but familiar sound of medical tape
was heard and his dexterous fingers carefully taped the chain together, holding
it temporarily in its new position. “This will work for now, but I will get you
a shorter chain.”

“Thank you Shin-kun. But isn’t this only my lucky item for
today?” You brushed your fingers along the pendant, enjoying the rare feeling
of wearing a necklace.

“Y-yes…but I like when you wear it.” You shook your head a
bit, not wanting to press him too much further as his face already resembled a
tomato. You supposed you also enjoyed wearing the pendant he had gotten you.

Murasakibara:

The wind whipped through your hair and the sun kissed your
skin as you surveyed the beach for a potential spot to plop down. You looked up
at your giant boyfriend, who drew attention simply from his size. Shaking your
head, you grabbed his hand and headed down to lay down your towel.

“Eh, ____-chin, it’s too hot. My treats are melting.” Looking
up from fixing your towel, you noticed his hands covered in sugar and syrup.
Violet eyes looked sullen, casting down at the sand as if the Gods themselves
have wronged him in some way.

“Aww, I’m sorry Atsu-kun! Go clean up and I’ll run and get us
some chips. Those can survive the heat.” You gave him a reassuring smile and
the giant nodded before lumbering off to clean his hands. Figuring no one would
bother stealing two old towels, you walked to one of the small convenience stands
that lined the beach resort. Making your way down the aisles you piled your
arms high with heat resistant treats.

“Hello, is that all today?” The clerk was friendly and helped
you bag everything. However, as you turned, your well-endowed chest knocked
over a few products on the counter. Face flushing red you went to fix
everything but froze when you heard a few sharp snickers from behind.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have told the doctor to give you such
large implants.” A snobby girl jokes, earning another harsh snort from her
friend. Your body felt warm from the rising embarrassment and words failed to
come forth in your own defense.

“Leave _____-chin alone or I will crush you.” The familiar
drawl of your boyfriend earned everyone’s attention. His height towered over
everyone, but the aura he gave off felt like a tidal wave of ice cold anger.
Without another word, you ran to grab his hand, smiling at how it enclosed
around your own. “Come on ____-chin. Let’s go enjoy the beach. Did you get my
favorite chips?” You couldn’t help it, you just started laughing.

“Yes Atsu-kun, I got your chips. Let’s go big hero.” You
patted his lower back, which was the easiest to reach, and headed back to your
spot. You doubt Murasakibara knew why the girls were laughing at you, but that
was his charm. He didn’t care why. As long as people treated you nicely, he was
happy. Simple as that.

Haizaki:

It had been a few
hours and you could already feel your feet slowly dying in the heels you had
chosen to wear. Yet, what hurt even more than your death trap shoes, was the
horrible pain your bra was causing. Every movement almost brought up a hiss to
your lips as the underwire bit into your skin and the weight of your
well-endowed chest pressed down on the raw skin more than necessary.

“Babe, what are you
doing over here in the corner? Come party!” Shogo smirked with a drink in his
hand while the music blared around you both, blocking out the murmur of the
club’s patrons.

“But I’m sore, how
much longer do we have to stay?” You pouted, knowing he wanted to party a bit
longer most likely.

“Seriously? We haven’t
even been here that long…” He pulled you in close as the next song started,
causing you both to dance sensually with each other. His arm draped around you,
hand pressing unknowingly against your sore skin. This time a hiss managed to
bubble up, catching Haizaki off guard. His usual scowl was replaced with the
smallest hint of worry, though part of you thought it was your imagination.

“Sorry, Shogo…it’s
this stupid bra. It’s the only strapless one I could find in my size on short
notice but it pinches so bad. Maybe I should have gone commando…” You looked down
in annoyance, wishing the stupid bra would stop ruining your night. However,
sneaky fingers found their way to the back of your dress, skillfully unlocking
your bra through the dress. In one fluid movement, you felt two conflicting
emotions. On one hand, you were terrified someone would see your large breasts
pressing dangerously against your small dress, but on the other hand you felt
instant relief from the pain. The strapless monstrosity slowly fell to floor,
only to be lost in the crowd much to your horror. He leaned forward, his breath
skimming your ear in hot pants.

“Guess we have to
take the party home. Never liked you hiding these gems anyways.”

Nebuya:

The gym was quiet,
only yourself and Nebuya finishing up your respective workouts That often
consumed your free time. For the final part, you both met on one of the large
floor mats so you could get in some stretching and ab workouts to polish your
routine off.

“Alright, time for
push-ups. Want to do them with me?” He looked over at you with a cheeky smile,
as you finished your last stretch. You knew that look…it was a challenge. The
two of you were very fit and found the gym to be the perfect arena for your flirtatious
and competitive natures. Without thinking it through you gave a small smile of
your own and joined him on the floor.

“You’re on muscles!”
You laughed while taking the correct stance for a standard push up. You waited
for the ‘go’ and the second he voiced it, you kept in time with his counting.
However, you noticed a problem…for every push-up you found that you couldn’t go
all the way down. Your over-sized chest prevented you from doing the push-up
correctly, even with your absurdly expensive sports bra.

“Oi, go parallel to
the floor, no cheating Missy!” Nebuya’s laugh boomed next to you. Your cheeks
became flush at his teasing but you shot him an irritated pout.

“But I can’t…” Your
whine came out more childish than intended and your arms pushed you up fully as
he wandered over to you.

“Yeah you can babe,
this is nothing compared to what you have been benching lately.” His grin made
you realize that he didn’t quite understand your problem. With a small huff,
you drew his attention back to yourself.

“Eikichi-baka…watch.”
Without another word, you went down for a push-up and as usual, your chest hit
the floor, long before you could lower to the correct position. A second passed
before a booming laugh made your red cheeks flare even more.

“Well, I guess
push-ups aren’t for you babe.” He leaned down and grabbed you around the waist,
hoisting you up into a firm hug against his rumbling chest. “We will stick to
the bench press from now on babe. Promise.” His giant grin made your heart
flutter as you realized he didn’t care whether or not you were limited to
certain workouts because of your large ‘girls’. As long as you hit the gym
together, he would be all smiles.

As someone with a rather large endowment up top I really appreciated all of these! Very well done!

may i please please please request gom reactions after seeing s/o crying for the first time in front of them and the s/o is pouting and tears are just quietly streaming down their face?? thank you so much i love your blog so much and you can choose to make it nsfw or sfw (your choice ^______^)

sakurashortstack:

Not gonna lie guys, I am so unhelpful when people cry. Like do I touch their back? Pat their head? Seek brutal revenge in their honor? WHAT DO I DO!?!? Thanks for the awesome ask Anon!

Akashi:

He stood utterly bewildered, blinking in confusion as the
tears streamed down your face in angry streams. It wasn’t his intention to make
you cry when he brought up your struggling math grade…but he bit his cheek in
frustration when he realized it may have come off condescending with the tone
he used.

“_____…” His hand was slow and he tentatively reached out,
hoping you wouldn’t shrug away his touch, but he was pleased that you curled
into his hug instead. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to sound insulting. I merely
know that you are capable of more and wish to see you succeed.” His voice was
quiet and his hold on you was gentle, as though he feared you would pull away
at any moment.

“I suck at math Sei-kun…I’ll never pass…” Your voice was
muffled by his chest and his hand smoothed down your back in comfort, drawing
lazily circles as your breathing evened out.

“Yes, you will. You have me remember? We will get through
this together. Come, let’s get lunch before we study.” He waited for your agreeing
nod before leading you away, making a mental note to work on his tone of voice.
He never wanted to see you cry like that again.

Aomine:

Of all the things to see you cry over, he didn’t expect it
to be over something he said to another person. He had just beaten Seirin in
the Interhigh, with an impressive 112-55 score. Why would you care what he said
to Bakagami and Tetsu? But seeing the tears run down your cheeks and your fists
clenched tightly unnerved him. He swallowed the uncomfortable lump building in
his throat, trying to take in a deep breath despite the air becoming thicker in
his anxiety.

“Babe?” He couldn’t even voice his question as he tried desperately
to shake off your unwavering eye contact.

“Winning isn’t enough? You intentionally have to be a jerk
to the other team? Seriously Daiki?” His hand rubbed the back of his head in
shame as his gaze still lingered on the wooden floors, eyes narrowing as he
swallowed down a hasty comeback that would dig him deeper in the hole he made
for himself.

“I…I promise I’ll lay off. Okay?” His voice is quieter than
usual and his cheeks tinge with red as you watch him glance up at you
nervously. You nod with a small sigh, grabbing his hand to leave the gym. You
never wanted him to ‘change’ but you did want him to work through his emotions
surrounding the game he loved so much. The boy had some soul searching to do.

Kise:

“____cchi!? What happened!?” His panic was evident in his
high-pitched screech, he bombarded you with questions wondering who on Earth
could make you cry. In the whole time you had been dating, you always wore a
cheerful smile, so seeing the downturned frown sent a wave of fear through the
golden-haired boy.

“Your stupid fangirls is what! They completely trashed my
locked and the pictures you gave me from our vacation were ruined!” You were
almost shaking with anger, you knew his fangirls were obsessive but this was
getting ridiculous. Seeing your favorite photo of the two of you kissing,
completely shredded on the ground, was your breaking point. His eyes darkened a
bit and you felt firm arms pull you into an inescapable hug.

“This will not happen again. I can promise you that ____.”
Your eyes widened as you realized he dropped your usual honorific and a part of
you honestly felt bad for the girl who did it…because that meant Kise was livid. “____,
let’s go get some coffee, hm?” You could see the tightly concealed fury that
danced in his golden irises, and gave him a small smile, hoping he wouldn’t
scare the fangirls too much. Though you felt comfort in knowing he wouldn’t
tolerate ill behavior towards you.

Midorima:

He wondered briefly how, on his worst Oha Asa prediction yet,
you had managed to get him out of the house. Cancer’s were said to have
terrible luck all day and in fear, he cancelled your anniversary date. But
seeing the tears that streaked down your face on video chat, made his skin
crawl. His chest tightened and taped fingers clutched pathetically to his daily
item.

“F-fine. For you I
will go out. But I need at least two of my good-luck item, nanodayo.” He
grunted while pushing his glasses up in a subconsciously anxious move. Seeing
the small smile, you gave over video chat eased the pain in his chest.

So here you were now, in your favorite restaurant, despite
the boy’s paranoia. He had multiple stuffed animals around him as they were his
lucky item of the day. You couldn’t help but give him a kiss on the cheek, as
you know how hard it was for him to come out. He really did put you above all,
even chancing a fight with fate.

Murasakibara:

You actually didn’t mean to start crying, it was an
involuntary action. You had gone to give Okamura a bottle of water as requested
by the coach, but he didn’t see you because of your height difference. As he
turned he accidently bumped you, causing you to fall and bump your arm
painfully on the side bench. As the first tear fell, you could sense your
boyfriend coming up behind you.

“Oi, ____-chin you okay?” Murasakibara leaned down to pick
you up, but as your head turned and he saw the tear, he froze. His gut twisted
sharply and his eyes narrowed in on a flustered Okamura, who continuously apologized.
“____…you’re crying.” His normal childish tone was gone and his narrowed in
challenge to Okamura who Himuro was desperately trying to usher away from the
purple titan.

“Atsu-kun, it was an accident I’m fine I swear!” You stood
up and tried your hardest to fight back the hiss that worked its way passed
your lips, but ultimately failed. Your eyes widened before you looked to
Okamura in panic, “Senpai, RUN!” Was the only advice you could give before you
all watched the purple titan comically chase around a screaming Okamura.
Perhaps Mura being lazy was best for everyone’s health…

These are so awesome! I have to say the author’s note made me laugh out loud, especially the “Seek brutal revenge in their honor?” part.

Yes please! Pink Shin-chan and Pink Kazu-chan, with a female s/o. Thank you!

nsfwhaikyuu-knb:

I’m sorry, I got lazy so I just did Midorima! You’re free to request Takao separately if you’d like~

Your nose scrunched up at the sight of the tall male, “What are you doing in here?”

It wasn’t that you hated him; he was your soulmate. But you were an artist, being around him was dangerous enough— once a person is near their soulmate, they lose the sight of colors. Unless you kiss them they’ll come back once they’re out of your sight though.

“My lucky item is paint today, I had none at home and they ran out in the store,” he made up an excuse, looking at your painting with scrunched eyes as he tried to guess what colors graced the canvas. It took him a moment to notice that you were already holding out a tube of acrylic paint for him.

He accepted it with a sigh, placing it by his side as he took the seat next to you, “How long do you plan on avoiding me?”

He noticed the tension rising in the room as you placed down your brush, swirling it inside its cup, “Forever? I can’t afford losing the ability to see colors, I’m an artist! I don’t even know you well enough to tell whether or not I’d even consider throwing away the only thing that makes me good at what I am.”

“Unless we kiss, you won’t lose your ability to see colors,” he commented, shifting slightly before he adjusted his glasses by pushing them up the bridge of his nose, “I won’t force you into anything. We’ve known about this since high school and we’re adults now. All I’m asking for is a chance.”

Your hand went out for your neck as you began massaging it, “Why, do you like me that much that you’re willing to come to my store and beg for me?”

The green haired male’s cheeks turned a scarlet shade as he denied it straight away, “I merely needed my lucky item. The fact that I had a bone to pick with you because my mother forced me to do it is simply a nuisance along the way.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest, “Your mom made you? And I’m supposed to believe that? Honestly, you don’t seem worth my colors.”

With his brows raised in shock and his mouth slightly agape, the male remained speechless.

“I’ll show you just how worthy I am if you give me a chance, (Last name)-san,” his voice dropped for an octave as he leaned in, grasping your chin gently. Thank the heavens that neither of you could see colors at that point because you had both turned into tomatoes.

“Alright, one chance,” you muttered, moving his hand away as you hoped that he couldn’t hear your raging heartbeat. You passed him your visit card, scooting him out of the store, “Don’t blow it. Now please leave, I really have to finish that painting.”

As dumbfolded as he was, the male just shook his head, glancing at the card that you gave him. He has liked you since high school; he attended every exhibition you ever had, he had seen you smiling and he had seen you crying. You were best friends before you hit the delicate age of 18. That’s when you started avoiding him to the best of your ability; that’s when you started losing the sight of colors whenever you’d see him.

“You’re making this difficult for me, Shin-chan,” he remembered you crying, “I care about you, but art is my passion. I’m not ready to throw it away this early on, I don’t want to live wondering what could have happened had I pursued my dream.”

“I understand; I’ll wait for you. I’ll never force you into anything you don’t want me to.”

Since he was 18 he made sure to remain close to you, he wanted you to remember what you once felt for him. He wanted you to remember it because he never forgot- you were both 27 years old now and he wanted to know if he was truly barking up the wrong tree.

He buried his face in his palms; how could it be the wrong tree when it’s you?

The date night finally came and it was everything that he hoped for. You looked stunning, not a single trace of paint on you as your cheeks practically radiated warmth. He had no place to judge, he was probably even worse.

The conversations started off as random bickering, sarcastic comments and eye rolls but they ended with fond memories of your high school days. You made it a goal for yourself that night to embarrass him as much as possible about the attitude he had back then.

He remembered laughing. He remembered laughing a lot.

The male woke up next morning, his lips curling upwards at the sight of your message.
“You didn’t blow it.”

Ever since, you made sure to make time to meet up with him as often as possible. He started bringing you your lucky items just like he did when you were young. You’d protest and roll your eyes at him, but it didn’t stop the man.

Two years had passed and you became incredibly close with Midorima. However, that didn’t change the fact that you still avoided his advances like the black plague. You noticed how his eyes would glance away remorsefully whenever you’d flinch away. It made sense, you were being cruel.

At that point you were aware that he wasn’t bothered by the fact that you wouldn’t kiss him- it bothered him that your work was still more important to you than he was. He never mentioned it, he’d switch the topic and move on, but you knew.

Art was your first true love, it hurt you that you had to let it go.

You made a decision. One more exhibition. One more and you were done.

You wanted to keep it a surprise for him; you wanted to call him up to the stage and kiss him in front of the cameras at the opening. True, he’d probably kill you for putting him in such an embarrassing spot but you wanted the world to know that you were one and the same.

So you can imagine the fear washing you over upon having to drag his seemingly unconscious body to the shore as the moon acted as your only guide. The stupid giant was too proud to admit that he doesn’t know how to swim! He tried to go in as deep as possible while you were afar and it almost cost him his life!

“Shintarou, wake up!” you tried pressing onto his chest in hopes of getting him to open his eyes, “Don’t scare me like this, wake-up!”

You could feel tears streaming down your face as you felt your hands shaking.

You pressed your lips upon his, doing your best to perform mouth-to-mouth as adequately as possible.

You were scared, shaken and alone.

Wake up, wake up, wake up! Please, Shintarou! I’m begging you!

Finally, he opened his eyes and you heard the long-awaited coughing fit as you let out a sigh of relief.

You pulled him upwards, patting his back in order to help him get it all out, “You scared me! I almost lost you—I kept pressing your chest and you weren’t responding and then when I tried mouth to mouth you were still out cold! Do you—do you have any idea how scared I was?! Next time you don’t know something, tell me, we’re in this together, you prideful jerk!”

Midorima kept one of his arms wrapped around you, his eyes widened in shock.

“Mouth-to-mouth? You- (Name), you lost your—“ his voice was filled with sorrow and you knew he was going to start apologizing. Before he even had a chance to utter anything remotely similar to an apology, you slapped him before pulling him into a bone crushing hug, your form still shaking.

“I don’t care, stupid! The very fact that I could have lost you, even in theory, is much worse! Don’t you dare do this to me ever again!” you cried out, feeling his warm arms wrapping around you with a firm grasp as you finally felt safe.

The sea was gently crashing against the shore, your heartbeats were synced into one and you found yourself being able to calm down.

“I refuse to accept that out first kiss took place was while I was out cold; let me show you what a true kiss is,” the male growled before gently laying you down on the sand, his hands supporting him by your sides as he hovered above you.

“The ocean will get jealous of how wet I’ll get you.”

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hit me up if you’d like a nsfw continuation 😉

I genuinely hope that this is alright because I’m not into the simple aus where they just have the same tattoo and they immediately fall in love once they figure that out. Feedback is appreciated, thanks for requesting~

Amazing!!!! Can I request you so NSFW continuation lol?

Pink oikawa please!!!

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have I ever told y’all that i’m a complete sucker for soulmate aus?

He knew he was yours. It was something he couldn’t deny, but it was something that he would deny. For your sake.

Only heavens knew how much he wanted to let it out, how he wanted you to know that you were his as much as he was yours. Every day he’d picture a future in which he would have you in his arms as you would clutch onto him, knowing that there’s no one out there better suited for you than him.

“I find the concept stupid—if you convince yourself that they’re the person you’re meant to be with for the rest of your life, of course you will go through great lengths to make it work! It’s no destiny, it’s a placebo effect,” he felt his heart sink upon hearing you explain your beliefs. You didn’t believe in soulmates.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s great that you end up caring about them, but I don’t want it to be like that for me. I want to fall for someone because of how they treat me and because I feel happy around them. I don’t want to feel obligated to love someone just because we have the same tattoo or birthmark. You get me?” you tilted your head, rubbing your forearm, feeling slightly uneasy due to his dull expression.

His throat was dry. He mumbled out a weak nod, “That’s really noble, (Name)-chan!”

You grinned shyly, “What about you? What is your take on soulmates?”

“I believe in them. To me, they are as real as the sun and the moon are,” he said, his voice firm even if your statement swayed the ground beneath him, “When the day comes and I meet them, I’ll make them the happiest person out there.”

“I hope you keep your promise, Oikawa-san.”

Tooru. Call me Tooru.

When the bell rang and you bid your goodbyes, he was left alone, his shoulders slumped and his heart heavy.

We don’t share a tattoo or a birthmark, (Name)-chan. We share our dreams.

It was rare, some people weren’t even aware of it, but he was certain. Whenever he’d come home, his muscles sore and his mind obsessed with the word success, your imagination would come through to him and he’d never feel more alive than when asleep.

You were what he needed; you were what he couldn’t imagine living without.

He waited every day for you to come up to him and tell him that you remember. That you remember your dreams, that you remember his presence, and above all, that you remember him. It never happened. It could be that you honestly didn’t know, but after having an insight into what you thought of the stories of the destined ones, he felt discouraged.

He wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers.

It was rough, having to look at you, knowing what you feel and knowing that his heart is fighting against it.

“I’ve seen you cheering for us during the games,” the brunet commented with a wide grin, picking up his pace as he followed you to your next class, “Do you like volleyball?”

You released a hum, “In the beginning I was going because my friend dragged me over but then I got into it. Don’t you dare tell her, she’ll never get off my back.”

He mimicked locking his mouth with an invisible key as he put it into your palm, his smooth antics making you roll your eyes.

It was a start. That was all that mattered.

Soon enough, he had you coming down and congratulating him after every game they won. Exchanging flirty banters, shy looks and sly smiles. It was heaven.

But as it always was for him, time wasn’t on his side. It was his final game— but it wasn’t supposed to be! He was supposed to go and fight against Shiratorizawa, he was finally supposed to beat Ushijima! It all came crashing down on him in a game against Karasuno.

That day he didn’t wait around for you to come and greet him; he lost you as well. Your relationship had never turned into more than a game, and as it seemed, he was bound to lose all the games he held dearly to his heart.

He acted strong in front of his team. He pretended it didn’t matter in front of his parents. But he broke down in his dreams.

It started out as usual, your bright attitude took dominance over his emotions. It didn’t last long, the sun started setting and a storm followed in. Oikawa was sitting alone on the ground, not caring anymore—he’d usually hide from you but right now he didn’t care.

He wanted you to know what kind of a mess you were supposed to be tied to.

Hot tears streamed down his warm cheeks as he buried his face in his palms, sobbing loud enough for it to be mistaken for the thunder. Suddenly he felt a warm palm pressed against his back. It didn’t last long, instead it was wrapped around his shoulders as he felt himself being pulled into someone’s chest, their cold hand patting his hair.

“It will be alright, Tooru. You were great out there!”

Your voice caused him to stiffen. Tooru, you called him Tooru.

He remained silent as he merely wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you in as close as possible in fear of having you disappear. You were going to forget this dream anyway. He wanted to hold you just this once.

“Let me take control of this dream, please. I don’t want you catching a cold even if it’s not real, I nearly had a heart attack when your knee was hurt,” you said, never once pulling away or ceasing to pat his hair.

“You- you know this is a dream?!” came out his shocked reply. His emotions were all over the place as they were, was it really smart to toy around with him while he was in such a state?

“Iwaizumi told me. I was desperately trying to find you after the game but you were nowhere in sight. I did have a hunch though, I’d always notice your presence even if you kept yourself hidden,” you replied, your grin wide as you started wiping away his tears with your thumb. It started out as a matter of comforting him but soon enough you found yourself cupping his face as you gazed lovingly into his brown eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” the brunet whispered, cupping your face as well. This was hard to believe for him. It was—it was real?

“Oh, yes, imagine me coming up to the one and only Oikawa Tooru and being all like, yeah, I’m pretty sure that we share our dreams and that we are soulmates. How ya doin?” you rolled your eyes, your cheeks turning pink once the realization regarding your proximity to the male’s face hit you, “Besides, I didn’t know it was a shared dream anyways, I never saw you. I just felt you.”

His lip curled upwards as his dull gaze turned playful, “Well you’re about to feel me some more.”

That was all he said before he crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss truly represented the longing he felt for you for more than a year now—he thought it was over, he thought his time was up!

Even though you were fiercely kissing him back he suddenly stopped, pulling away quickly, “I’m- I’m sorry, I forgot that you don’t believe in soulmates.”

Your brow quirked upwards as you pulled him in once more, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. They’re as real as the sun and the moon are to me.”

It was a lie, you were still hesitant about the concept of them. But you fell for him, fair and square. He was kind, he made you happy and every day brought something new along the way. Call it a placebo, call it a soulmate, but you were glad that it was him.

Brilliant!! So, so good! I strive to be able to put this level of detail and emotion into concise words (my “drabbles” and scenarios always end up hella long lol). Go send a color and a character (no character ships, these are reader inserts only).

Thanks for your message! How about a scenario where Asahi surprises his fem s/o with a sweet birthday surprise? Can be a present or a treat or whatever. Thanks so much, I’m so honored! 😊💖

hq-hq-headcanons:

Haaaaaaaapy birthday!~ I hope you had a great day today, and I hope you enjoy this scenario!
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Your birthday was finally here, and all you could do is sigh and stare at your phone. Yet another hour has passed, and you’re sitting here still without a single “Happy Birthday!” message. Somehow, even with all the advancements in technology, it seemed as though everyone you knew completely forgot it was your birthday.

Not that you could really blame them. You have been gone for over 4 years now at college, and you’ve hardly been able to talk to them since the beginning of this semester.

But could they really blame you? Not only were the courses harder this semester, but you also worked as an intern to the company of your dreams. And it’s thanks to that internship that you were able to meet your new boyfriend.

You still couldn’t believe it. Sometimes you still pinched your cheeks to see if you were dreaming. While your roommate made fun of you for it, you couldn’t help it. Asahi was just so… perfect in your eyes.

It was all thanks to your superior, Sugawara, that the two of you met. After a particularly rough work day, he seemingly took pity on you and invited you to have a drink with him and some of his old friends.

Normally, you would be inclined to decline, since you weren’t really comfortable with drinking in front of strangers unless you had to, but with how shitty your entire week had been, you jumped at the chance to get some drinks.

You had been a bit nervous at first. It was clear that the friends had a close history together despite them all having different ways of life now. Maybe it was because of that you had drank as much as you did…

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Awwwww!!!! THIS is sooooooooo sweet!!! 😘😉 Thank you so much darling, this made me smile from ear to ear!!

Here it is as promised Neon! Zombie AU request Either HCs of the Kirisaki Daīchi boys and who they are in the zombie apocalypse (ie the one who gets bit first, the unintentional hero,etc) OR scenario where the outbreak has been going on for a while and Hanamiya has to make a run for supplies. You pick! 😁

imagine-knb:

Somebody knows one of the fastest ways to my heart!!
WARNING: if you get squeamish around this kind of stuff, I may or may not have gone a little overboard with this prompt, hehe

With his back against the wall, Hanamiya could feel his heart pounding in his chest. It practically rattled his rib cage, making him hyper aware of all the cuts, scrapes, and bruises he had accumulated over the past few weeks. Clutching a baseball bat closer to his body, he could feel pricks against his skin as the nails he’d crudely hammered into it dug through the thin fabric of his shirt.

He could hear some of the dead just around the corner.

A low groan met his ears, the sound a lot closer than it had originally been. Hanamiya couldn’t stop the shudder from running along his spine and he had to bite his tongue to keep from gagging at the smell of rotted flesh. The crunch of gravel underneath shuffling feet was getting closer; one of the dead would be next to him any second now.

Across the street, hiding in the alley directly in his line of vision, Hanamiya could see Yamazaki, his own bat wrapped with barbed wire held close to his side. If he really bothered to look, Hanamiya would see the small scratch on Yamazaki’s faced where he’d gotten too close to his own weapon.

“Ready?” Hanamiya mouthed the word, making sure his teammate had direct eye contact with him. “Now.”

The second a torn shoe entered his field of vision, Hanamiya threw himself out from behind the corner. The bat in his hands swung through the air before colliding with softening flesh. He heard a crunch, noting that bones were broken, and pried his weapon out of the zombie before another could attack. He tried not to pay attention to the little bits of flesh that stuck to the nails.

This went on for what seemed like hours, Hanamiya smashing his bat into heads with as much force as his weakened body could muster. There was no time to see if Yamazaki had followed in his footsteps, no time to look for if his teammate had actually survived. He could only focus on killing the walking dead ahead of him, ignoring faces he may or may not have recognized at one point in his life as he made his way closer to the pharmacy step by painstakingly slow step.

And then—

“Hanamiya, behind you!”

He felt the strain in his throat before he heard his own voice, a sudden reaction to the teeth sinking into his shoulder. Searing pain scorched his skin and he could feel tissue being ripped from his body. The harsh sound of a baseball bat cracking open a skull was too close to his ears, but at the very least the gnawing teeth were off him.

“Hanamiya…”

For the first time, Hanamiya looked over to his teammate. Blood had stained his weapon and clothes, quickly oxidizing into a thick, blackened mess. Yamazaki, however, was staring at the gaping wound bleeding profusely from Hanamiya’s shoulder.

“Well?” Even now, Hanamiya’s voice had a taunting tone despite the weakness behind it. “You know we do to people that get bit.”

Yamazaki’s eyes found Hanamiya’s, gaze wavering. “R-Right…” He lifted his bat high above his head.

And then it was over.

Wow!!!! This was so great!! You never disappoint! I’m glad you got the ask and what you did with it is amazing!!

GOM + kagami having all their kids play each other in basketball? (bonus one of the kids having a crush on one of the boys daughter?) thx uuuuu

imagine-knb:

What if their children were the opposite of them??? haha

Kuroko: If Kuroko’s son was completely honest, then he would tell his dad that he just wasn’t terribly interested in basketball. Still, he’s a good son and humors his dad by playing with the other kids for a bit. It’s a good thing they’re all friends, otherwise he probably would have just walked away by now.

Kagami: It couldn’t be helped that Kagami’s son wasn’t the best at basketball. Despite having a father who played it all the time and many friends who did as well, he just couldn’t find his talent for the game. That didn’t stop his boy from playing with all his friends, trying his best to keep up.

Kise: There was a little green haired child tagging along with his daughter and Kise was sure he knew who the boy belonged to. Despite that, he still stuck around his daughter for the entirety of the day, disguising his watchful eye as an attempt to cheer for her throughout the game.

Aomine: His son was crying, having been hit with the basketball over his head, and it was just a little bit embarrassing. Despite this, Aomine is a good father and scoops his little boy from the court, promising to kiss the pain away and sit with him in the sidelines while they watched the other kids play.

Midorima: He didn’t know how he had raised such an unruly and flirtatious little boy. Midorima’s son seemed way more interested in flirting with the girls around him than he did the friendly basketball game between friends. One girl in particular, Kise’s daughter, caught his son’s eye over the others.

Murasakibara: How he ended up with the most energetic child out of all his friends, Murasakibara didn’t know, but it was fun ~~and tiring~~ to watch his daughter run up and down the court, trying her best to steal the ball. She was tall and just a bit lanky like he was at that age, so it made it easier for her at times.

Akashi: Just like her father, Akashi’s daughter was naturally talented at the sport. She loved to help the other kids with their positions, encouraging them to keep on trying whenever they felt the need to give up. He was proud to discover she really enjoyed leading the group of kids playing that day.

This is precious! And makes me want a whole freaking story about how each man met his wife and the kids come and then the whole dynamic of them getting to know each other. So sweet!

Hello, sorry I’m a bit confused about what type of asks you accept for each day? Can you enlighten me please? :)

nsfwhaikyuu-knb:

I’m still working it out myself, no worries~Here’s the overall schedule!

Moansday- I was thinking nsfw roleplay, I’m not sure if I should keep this or not so you can still suggest whatever you’d like!

Thurstday – I have nothing that comes to mind, suggestions are open!

Wetnessday- Tell me your turn ons or the turn ons you think your character has and I’ll headcanon how that plays out.

Thirstday – I’ve gotten a suggestion to do the same thing as for wetnessday but writing drabbles rather than just headcanons! I’m pretty sure I’ll go with this~

Freeday – You’re free to request anything, I won’t be doing anything specific that day so everything is on the table.

Saturday -I’ll take it as a day off I think, requests are still open to everything but I won’t be writing much.

Sinday- I’m taking care of the nsfw match ups! It’s the cherry on the top 👌🏻

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If you haven’t noticed this is a desperate cry for some Izuki attention 😈

But I think I’m going to have all the requests open each day, for whichever day you’d like and I’ll do my best to write it for said day.

Regular match ups are closed and sfw is still welcomed but I suggest you request it @kuroast

Thanks for asking!

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