Deaa Writes

Hello, I am Deaa and I write. I work super slow and I'm sorry. This is my writing tumblr for stuff I write for my own enjoyment and, soon I hope, for others as well. What I Write Currently Working On To Do List Completed Works I am currently not taking requests. Please note this is a sideblog and I cannot follow you back from this blog. Do not be a dick and steal my poetry, prose, shorts, or fanfictions. Picture credits go to はろた && m_jup respectively Pixel by Laura-boo

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga, Kagami Taiga/Original Female Character(s), Aomine Daiki/Original Female Character(s), Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga/Original Female Character Characters: Aomine Daiki, Kagami Taiga, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Angst, Interracial Relationship, Triad relationship, Love Triangles, smutty romance, Long-Distance Relationship, OTP plus OC Summary:

After graduating from Seirin, Kagami went back to L.A. to go to a university on a basketball scholarship. During his second year there, he met Lydia, a black girl from Chicago. Things started off cute and casual, but after a while, it got too serious for him. He left her to go back to Japan. Lydia, still heartbroken a summer and a semester later, decides to surprise and confront him in Tokyo, Japan. But when she gets there, she finds something quite unexpected.

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back?

would anybody be interested in reading a fanfic about aokaga in a triad relationship with an OC? cause I have one that I’ve been working on for a while now but wasn’t sure people would be interested with an OC with the two of them… and yes, it’s explicit lol

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alright, putting it up on ao3 if anyone’s interested~

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back?

would anybody be interested in reading a fanfic about aokaga in a triad relationship with an OC? cause I have one that I’ve been working on for a while now but wasn’t sure people would be interested with an OC with the two of them... and yes, it’s explicit lol

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little rant #1

Some of My characters will not be oreos; they will be black people who feel uncomfortable with a society that doesn’t accept them and their personality as “black.”

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June 26, 2014 — Unknown Time

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Unknown Day in January, 2014 — Time Unknown

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February 1, 2014 — 1:13PM

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Not Yet

A Continuation of "A Cold Barrier" Pairing: Aokaga (Aomine Daiki + Kagami Taiga) Characters: Kagami Taiga, Aomine Daiki Type: angsty, short Rating: M (cause last chapter was M)

Kagami woke up cold, his source of warmth no longer wrapped around him. He looked over his shoulder to see an empty space where he expected a slightly taller, blue haired male lying next to him, preferably with his arms wrapped around him.

He glanced at the clock on the small table next to his bed.

8:23am.

Aomine couldn't possibly have gotten up already; waking up early for him is noon. (At least on Saturdays, that is. Kagami figured he woke up earlier than that for school.)

But why wasn't he there? Why wasn't he sleeping next to him?

Kagami stared at the empty space.

Could… Could Aomine have left? Was this a one night stand?

How was that possible? Didn't the other male just confess to him yesterday? Wait… Was that only so Aomine could get in his pants one last time? Did they even do shit like that in Japan?

Bzzzzzt.

He sat up suddenly, looking at the source of the noise on top of the side table. Picking up his cell phone, Kagami saw he had an unread text from said absent male.

      -  it's been fun, but I've had my fill

Well fuck him.

Kagami threw the sheets off him and got out of bed, quickly stomping into the bathroom for a hot shower.

Fuck him.

As soon as the water started coming down, steaming hot and burning, the redhead began harshly scrubbing at his skin with his washcloth, trying to get the scent of Aomine off of him, trying to cleanse himself of that blue-haired asshole.

His skin burned, but he only scrubbed harder.

Only a couple of minutes into his scrubbing rage, Kagami stopped and distantly stared at the shower knobs, the steaming water raining down on him.

His chest welt up with emotion, making it hard to breathe for just a moment before he slammed his fist against the shower wall. He growled, hitting the wall again. And again.

He stood there panting, the water no longer feeling hot enough to burn.

Cutting his shower short, he stalked out of the bathroom back into his bedroom.

He stared at the bed wondering.

Should he confront Aomine? Call him up and demand to know what happened and why he left?

He picked up his phone.

No.

Aomine left for a reason that he obviously wasn't ready to talk about. He was a straightforward guy for the most part. He would have waited until morning to address the matter if he was ready.

Kagami would just have to give Aomine some time to marinate.

He put the phone down on his bedside table, walking out the room and to the kitchen for breakfast.

It wasn't the time for confrontations, for requited love confessions.

Not yet.

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December 9, 2013 — 12:38PM

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November 15, 2013 — 1:57AM

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personal failures as a writer: describing shit

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Update (?)

lol haven't done poetry since march

not even sorry :Y

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Aomine sneaks up behind Kagami as he pulls on a shirt, getting dressed for the day. While Kagami is busy pulling the shirt over his head, Aomine reaches around and grabs his pecs, squeezing and gripping them a bit.

Kagami, annoyed, demands to know, "What are you doing?"

Aomine makes a contemplating face while continuing to squeeze, saying, "I've been adding breast enhancement supplements in your water all week, and I'm not seeing any progress."

There's a slight pause from Kagami.

"You've done what now?"

"I gave you breast enhance--"

Aomine is greeted with a quick jab to the stomach, causing him to keel over and groan in pain.

"I'm going out," Kagami says, fixing his shirt before stepping over the other male and leaving the apartment.

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Kuroko calmly walks into the locker room and up to his locker next to Kagami, his usual blank expression present.

"Kagami-kun," he speaks as he begins changing.

"What?"

"Aomine-kun is waiting outside the gym. He says he wishes to take you home and pound his di--"

The rest of what Kuroko has to say is muffled by Kagami's hand.

Kagami's face is red, and his eye is twitching uncontrollably.

"I'll be right back," he growls.

Once Kagami leaves, Kuroko and the rest of the team are able to hear Kagami and Aomine speaking very loudly about privacy and "things one should not say in public."

It isn't long before Kagami storms back inside the locker room, grabs his bag, and leaves just as quickly as he came, pulling Aomine along with him and mumbling "Fucking idiot."

Kuroko smiles as he thinks to himself that their relationship is going quite well.

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Clueless

Chapter Two.

The next day, Jongup sat in his seat in the Science Lab, waiting for Youngjae to show up and the class to start. He pulled out his book and notebook, getting ready for class. After a few moments, Jongup pulled out his iPod and Beats headphones, listening to some music.

Not long after the second song ended, Youngjae appeared above Jongup, wrapping his arm around the younger male.

“Jonguppie, you saved me a seat,” he cooed, squeezing the other male a bit.

“Ah, Youngjae.” Jongup greeted him calmly, taking off his headphones. “You ditched me yesterday, so I hate you today.”

Playfully pushing Jongup, Youngjae sat down next to him and smiled, “So you went to the café? Isn’t it fantastic? Did you get the sandwich I was talking about?”

“The café was nice, and the sandwich was pretty good, but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know if I’d want to go back any time soon.”

“Why not?” Youngjae questioned.

Jongup smiled, a blush hovering over his cheeks, and hesitated, “Well, uh, an employee there…Well, it’s weird. He gave me his number. I think I’m gonna avoid that place from now on.”

“Wait, ‘He?’ As in male? He’s a guy? Have you called him? Are you going to?” Youngjae gushed.

Jongup nudged him away with his elbow, saying, “What’re you getting so excited for? Of course I haven’t called him, and I don’t plan to.”

“And why shouldn’t you? He already sounds like a nice guy, giving you his number. Most guys try to force you into giving yours.”

“What?”

“My Daehyunnie wasn’t like that.”

Jongup rolled his eyes immediately. “Can you not talk about Daehyun right now?”

Ignoring Jongup’s comment, Youngjae continued, “My Daehyunnie was so sweet when he first hit on me. It was at a BIG BANG concert and he bumped into me; he was so suave as he—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know how you met him. I was there. Don’t tell me again; I’ve heard this story so many times.”

Youngjae clicked his tongue, saying, “Ah, you’re no fun… What’s his name?”

“It’s Chris.”

“Huh… I wonder why he wants you.”

“I don’t know. He sure has a weird way of making friends.”

“Making friends?” Youngjae asked in disbelief. “You think he wants to be your friend?”

“What else would he want?”

Youngjae smirked, leaning in close to his innocent friend. “Obviously he wants your bod.”

“What?!” Jongup exploded, standing up from his seat, his cheeks on fire.

Every other student in the room turned to look at him.

Youngjae laughed nervously, pulling Jongup down to sit back down and stop embarrassing them both.

“What is wrong with you?” Youngjae hissed to his friend quietly.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Jongup hissed back, blush still present. “How could you even say something like that?!”

“What? He probably does. He didn’t give you his number so you could hang out.” Youngjae exaggerated his body language with the last two words, using air quotes to emphasize.

“Well he certainly doesn’t want me like—like that!”

“Alright, alright settle down class,” the teacher announced, walking in the room 10 minutes late. He put his stuff on his desk and turned to the class. “Yes, I’m late, and no, I’m not going to cancel class. Let’s get started.”

“Call him,” Youngjae whispered when the teacher turned his back to write some Biology terms on the board.

“Why would you even suggest that?” Jongup hissed back, hitting Youngjae with his elbow.

“Shut up,” Youngjae elbowed him back.

“But it’d be weird; I shouldn’t ca—”

“You definitely should call him.”

• • •

“I definitely should not call him.”

Jongup sat at his desk at home the next day, staring down at his cell phone and the little note Chris had left him on his plate. He had just finished his homework for the night and found the note on his desk, having thrown it there two nights ago when going through his pockets. It had been hidden underneath his IB Literature book, which he put on the desk before he went to bed on Tuesday, and having finished the work for that class that night, it wasn’t necessary to have it on his desk anymore.

“I should definitely not call him,” Jongup reassured himself.

If anything, he should call Youngjae. The bastard still hadn’t apologized for ditching him on Tuesday. At school that day, he just kept going on and on about how “Daehyunnie” took him out for that “romantic evening” of dining, paddle boating, and more stupid shit Jongup didn’t care about. He barely even brought up Chris, he was so stuck on Daehyun. Maybe if he called and complained, he’d get an apology.

Jongup leaned back in his chair with a loud sigh and stared up at the ceiling.

So, what if he did call Chris? It wasn’t like anything bad would happen or anything. If push came to shove, he could always just hang up on him. Which he doubted would happen anyway. Chris seemed like a nice guy. But what did he want with Jongup?

Picking up a pen, the male continued to lean back in his chair, idly balancing the pen on his upper lip.

There was no way Youngjae was right; Chris couldn’t possibly want Jongup, let alone be gay. Maybe he just wanted a friend. Yeah, he wanted to be friends with him. That was all. And who was Jongup to reject another possible friendship?

Sitting up quickly, he reached for his cell phone as the pen fell to the floor. He dialed the number on the paper quickly, but hesitated before he hit the call button.

It only rang one and a half times before it connected.

“Hello?!” an excited voice spoke through the receiver.

“A-ah, this is Jongup.”

“I was hoping you’d call. I’m glad you did.”

He could hear the smile on Chris’ face.

“Yeah,” Jongup said, waiting for Chris to say something.

After a few moments of waiting, it became evident that Chris wasn’t going to.

“So, why’d you tell me to call you?”

“Oh, right, yes. I wanted to spend some time with you.”

What.

Jongup said nothing.

“Uh, you know, hang out?” Chris quickly corrected.

“O-okay,” Jongup complied hesitantly.

“Sweet,” Chris chuckled. “So when do you want to g– uh, hang out?”

“Why?”

Jongup couldn’t figure out why he went through all of this just to hang out with him. Why didn’t Chris just ask him at the café? Why’d he have to get his number like that? What was his real motive?

“Well, uh, you seem like a pretty cool guy. You were alone the other day, but you seem nice to talk to. And I think you were studying or doing homework or something like that. I thought that was pretty hipster of you to study in a café. And I can tell you know a good shoe design when you see one.” He could hear Chris’ smirk through the phone.

“Thanks, I gue—shoe design?”

“Yeah, you see I—huh? Right now? Ugh, okay. Hey, Jongup?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I gotta go. I’ll text you when and where. See you soon!”

Click.

“H-hello? Chris?”

He hung up.

Well then.

“Jongup!” called a voice from downstairs, “Dinner’s ready!”

“Okay!” Jongup called in answer to his mother. “Be right down.”

He stared at his phone for a few seconds more before saving Chris’ number, placing it down on his desk, and heading downstairs for dinner. Picking at his food absently, his mind wandered to Chris and why he wanted to hang out with him so much. It was a bit weird, right? Chris was handling this situation a bit too… differently just because he wanted to be friends with Jongup… Right?

“Jongup, are you alright?” his mother asked, a concerned expression on her face.

He smiled at her, as he usually would, answering, “Everything’s fine, Umuni.”

She smiled back at him, her own matching his, and went back to eating. His father made a small grunting sound, but said nothing the entire dinner.

Jongup finished his dinner in silence.

Once back upstairs, Jongup planned to take a shower and head off to bed early, maybe wasting some time in front of the TV in between. But then he saw his phone sitting on his desk, just begging to be checked for texts.

He rubbed the back of his neck, slowly walking over to the desk before picked the cell phone up and clicking the lock button.

One unread text from Chris.

His face warmed up slightly as he slid his fingers across the screen, unlocking the phone and pulling up the text.

    -    2748 Lexington @ 3, Saturday ;)

2748 Lexington? Where was that?

And what was that smiley face about?

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Clueless

Chapter One.

Jongup pulled down his Beats headphones as he stepped through the front door of the Star Café. He glanced around the establishment, judging his surroundings. Youngjae had suggested this place to him yesterday in IB Biology II. Apparently Star Café was getting famous for its pastries and signature Cold Cut Turkey and Swiss Grilled Sandwich. It had some type of secret sauce or something, he didn’t remember; he had spaced out when Youngjae got to that part. He heard Daehyun’s name somewhere that conversation though, so he figured Daehyun took him there recently.

Speaking of Youngjae, he should be here by now. He’s the one who said they should meet up there the next day to study for the test the next week and snack on some café food.

Jongup puffed out his cheeks in a bored fashion, readjusting his bookbag on his shoulder and walking towards an empty table off to the side of the café. As soon as he sat down, he took out his IB Biology textbook and the study guide he made the night before after finishing all his homework.

He knew he’d probably be prepared for the test next week, especially with Youngjae’s help and after making the study guide, but he wanted to sure that he was ready for it. That’s the only reason why he agreed to meet up here with Youngjae.

He looked up and around the café again, looking to see if Youngjae had shown up yet.

Nope.

Going back to his study guide, Jongup took out his highlighters, prepping himself for an intense study session when his phone went off. He reached in his back pocket to pull it out and saw it was a text from Youngjae.

Eyeing the screen suspiciously, he unlocked his phone and read the text.

    -    my Daehyunnie surprised me after school today! we’ll have to meet up later~ <333 sorry jonguppieeee

Annoyed at how his friend only capitalized one word, Jongup glared at his screen and angrily jabbed a quick text.

    -    I hate you.

He threw his phone into his bookbag’s front pouch, nowhere near interested in seeing if or what Youngjae replied. Guess he was on his own today.

Jongup sighed, picking up his highlighter and opening his text book. If he studied hard and long enough today, he wouldn’t even need Youngjae’s help or his stupid tendency to throw away all of his plans whenever Daehyun showed up. This was the fifth time he’d done it to Jongup, six if he included the time they went to play laser tag and Daehyun showed up with his college friends. The couple had disappeared halfway through the game, leaving the teams uneven and Jongup alone with Himguk and Yongchan or whatever their names were.

Obviously, Jongup wasn’t going to get much done while he was still upset about Youngjae, so he decided to order something. He stood up and walked over to the counter, where a short line was slowly starting to grow as more people showed up for whatever.

The other customers seemed to know what they wanted, as the line was moving fairly quickly, and Jongup gazed up at the menu, trying to figure out what he wanted. He spaced out a couple of times, his signature smile plastered on his face as he did so. By the time he figured out what he wanted, he was next in line. It was then that he looked at the person taking orders behind the counter.

A medium-toned black man, maybe in his early twenties, stood behind the counter. His mouth moved quickly, yet smoothly as he asked the customer how she wanted her mocha latte and what type of side she wanted to go with her sandwich. His eyes darted back and forth over the screen as his fingers effortlessly punched in the order.

Suddenly, he glanced past the current customer ordering and smiled at Jongup, showing off his pearly whites.

Jongup couldn’t believe how… well, flawless this man’s smile was.

The black male looked back to the ordering customer and told her the total before she gave him her debit card. He handed it back to her after swiping it, along with a little beeper for when her food was ready. The customer walked away, smiling at Jongup and blushing slightly.

Jongup smiled back and watched her disappear behind the wall separating the café into two parts, lost in her delicately short, brown curls.

“Hi,” the man said, taking Jongup’s attention off of the woman. “Welcome to Star Café. What can I get ya?”

Chris, his nametag read. His name was Chris.

He raised an eyebrow at the Korean spaced out in front of him.

“Oh, sorry,” Jongup apologized, snapping out of it. “I’ll have the Signature Turkey and Swiss.” “Okay,” Chris drawled out, typing the order into the machine. “You want a drink?”

“Uh, yes. Sprite.”

“Can do,” Chris said with a wide smile. “That all?”

Jongup smiled back at him and nodded.

“That’ll be $6.58.”

Jongup pulled a ten from his wallet and handed it to him, his eyes drawn to Chris’ hand when it unintentionally brushed against his.

Chris counted out Jongup’s change and handed it to him, saying, “…8, 9, 10. Here’s your change. I’ll bring your order out to you shortly.” He handed Jongup a beeper and a cup for his soda, giving him another wide smile. “Have a nice Tuesday.”

“Thank you, uh, Chris, you too.”

The man smiled even wider than before, as if it was one of the first times a customer said that. Jongup was almost sure that wasn’t the case.

Jongup turned and walked away from the ordering counter, resisting his urge to turn around to get another look at Chris. He made it all the way back to his table before he glanced back over his shoulder. By then it was impossible as the wall was in the way.

His shoulders slumped as he noticed this, sitting down in his chair and picking his highlighter back up. He began to work again, soon forgetting about the Chris guy as he was immersed in his studying.

“Signature Turkey ‘n Swiss?” came a voice oddly close and behind Jongup.

Jongup sat up and turned around quickly, startled out of his previous state of being hunched over his textbook and highlighting the crap out of it. He almost stammered when he saw who it was.

Chris stood behind him, practically looking over his shoulder and holding a platter with said Signature Turkey ‘n Swiss Deluxe Grilled Sandwich.

“Uh, yeah,” Jongup stammered, moving his textbook and papers out of the way.

Chris placed the platter down in the spot the Korean male just cleared, smiling just as wide as he was from behind the counter.

“Thanks,” Jongup smiled at the black male.

“No problem,” he grinned back, never taking his eyes off of Jongup.

The two males continued to stare at each other from their positions, never ceasing to smile and giving the occasional chuckle.

This awkward interaction went on for a good twenty seconds.

Jongup was partially creeped out, but he couldn’t help but wonder why Chris was paying him so much attention. He didn’t think his order would be brought to his table, let alone by Chris. In fact, he was almost sure customers were supposed to go pick up their food at the counter. Isn’t that why they gave out those little–

“Could I get your beeper?”

“Hmm?”

Well maybe not, but usually that’s what the beepers are for. Wait a...

“My beeper didn’t go off,” Jongup informed, handing the black male the beeper off of the table.

“I know,” Chris smiled. “I just wanted to bring your order out to you personally.”

Jongup blinked.

“Why?”

“Just cause,” Chris winked, beginning to walk off but stopping and coming back. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Uh, Jongup.”

“Jongup?” He paused before smiling again. “I like it.”

And then he was gone. Just like that.

Jongup saw him appear back behind the counter, apparently resuming his job.

Well that was weird.

Turning back to his deluxe grilled sandwich, the Korean male decided it was probably time to go. He picked up his sandwich and took a bite, about to put it down again and start packing up when he noticed a small piece of paper on his plate.

“Hmm?” he perked up through a full mouth.

A quick glance around the café and he picked up the balled up paper. Opening it, his eyes grew wide.

It was a number, a phone number.

A rushed scribble hovered over said number, reading, “Chris, call me.”

Jongup immediately turned to look at the counter, where Chris stood taking orders. In that instant, Chris looked over at the other male and gave him a smile followed by a wink before going back to his job.

Yup, it was definitely time to go.

Jongup quickly packed up his things, grabbed the sandwich, and rushed out the door furthest from the order counter, the crumbled piece of paper stuffed deep down into his skinny blue jean pockets.