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wassup can you do gom reaction w/ gf that has a rlly important project and they're doing like paper flowers for a design and gf's groupmate was cutting the paper for it and gf said "if that rips, i'll rip you apart" bc she's low-key a perfectionist and doesn't wanna fail. then her groupmate says "you can't say that to me, i'm your vice president," but gf says "well, i'm your class president and your leader." hope my text is understandable, this was based of a random dream i had while napping and thought that this might be fun😆
I'm going to assume the boys are there to witness this interaction?
σ(￣、￣〃) The prompt was a bit confusing for me, but I tried my best!
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Kuroko: "____-san, that's not very nice," Kuroko murmurs underneath your and your groupmate's laughter.
A part of him wonders if you really meant what you said. He sure hopes not as he looks down at all the messily folded paper flowers he'd been collecting in a pile. Maybe he shouldn't have agreed to help with your project after all.
Kise: Ever your number one supporter, Kise throws a mock glare in the direction of your groupmate. "Yeah! ____cchi, is the president so what she says, goes," he agrees. Despite his outburst, there's a grin on his face that gives away his playfully teasing intentions.
While you and your groupmate laugh along with him, Kise subtly tries to hide his own pitifully torn paper flowers...
Aomine: "Hah, yeah, you tell them babe," Aomine drawls, having only really heard half the conversation.
He'd been there from the beginning, saying he would help with your project. But after making one crumpled piece of paper he claimed was a flower, you'd banned him from helping. Now he napped on the sidelines, piping in only when things sounded interesting.
Midorima: Also a perfectionist, Midorima is sitting at your side, going through every completed paper flower and looking for any blemishes or mistakes. Thankfully for your groupmate, the pile of unusable flowers is non-existent.
"These are good so far," he muses, uncurling one of the paper petals, "But they could be better."
Murasakibara: "Wah, ____-chin, you're being too serious about this. Isn't this good enough?"
Murasakibara shows you his own paper flowers he had been making to help you and they're... crumpled and torn at best. He hands you more of his "flowers", all of them looking more like paper balls than anything, though he still seems rather proud of them.
Akashi: "There's no need to get violent," Akashi reassures you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple meant to calm.
It was easy for him to say, however, because of course every flower he made came out perfectly. Even you felt nervous comparing them to your own, noticing the way he seemed to make them almost seem real with the way the petals curled and bent.
Can I request a cute date with our favourite pun maker izuki shun ?
lol puns are hard to do...
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There was a light jingle from the bells overhead as the door opened. Stepping into the small bakery, your sense of smell was immediately flooded with the wonderful aroma of baked goods and sweet confections. It made your mouth water, eyes darting between the full shelves and stocked trays, searching for your next sweet treat.
Beside you, Izuki stepped into the bakery and took his own deep inhale of sugary sweet air. As he walked passed you toward one of the shelves, you heard him mumble a quiet, "Bready or not, here I crumb."
His murmur had you pausing momentarily, the words registering slow before you gave him a roll of your eyes. Despite the annoyed gesture, you were still grinning. "Hey, you said no puns today," you chastised, stepping over to his side once more to roam your gaze over the glazed donuts.
"I said no puns on the bus ride over," Izuki corrected, his own sly grin slipping onto his lips. "Now it's fair game."
"I didn't realize you were the type to be so literal about your phrasing," you responded, not even bothering to look at him. A pile of packaged crepes had your attention.
When Izuki was silent for just a few moments too long, you relented and slid your gaze back in his direction. He was staring back at you, brows pinched together in a look of seriousness as he gestured to a bag of round buns on a shelf. "That's just how I roll."
Exasperated groan leaving your lips, you shrug off his laughter as you go back to eyeing out all the delectable treats. It only takes you a minute or two to choose one of your favorites, picking it up with the pristinely white plastic tongs and dropping it onto a just-as-white tray. A second later, Izuki drops his own treat onto the tray — a muffin, puffy and bursting with blueberries.
As the both of you stand in line to pay, Izuki puts a contemplative finger to his chin. You think he's trying to pick out a drink — heaven knows that's exactly what you're doing, mentally going over the long list of lattes and milk teas and flavored sodas the cafe has to offer — but he surprises you when he muses aloud instead.
"Would you still date me if I were a baker?" Izuki asks, looking down at you from the corner of his eye.
The question catches you off guard. You furrow your brow in confusion, turning your attention to the male standing beside you. "Of course, I would. What kind of question is that?"
"...Even if all I did was loaf around?"
You could practically feel the entire bakery giving him a deadpan stare.
Hi hi admins, I hope you guys are well! ^u^ Can i please request a scenario with kiyoshi (teppei), hyuuga, hanamiya and haizaki going on a date with their disabled fem!s/o who uses a cane? And they know their s/o has a tendency to push themselves too far when theyre having fun. Thank you <3
goodness, I am so sorry this took so long to get to you. the writing bug left me again, but I'm trying to get back into it!
I don't have much experience with a cane or being around people who need one, so forgive me if I get things a bit wrong!
Admin Neon
Kiyoshi: Having had to use one himself while healing from his knee surgery, Kiyoshi knew some of the limitations that came with walking long distances with a cane. He was always careful, making sure to choose routes he knew had plenty of rest stops along the way. And in those moments where you were insistent on going on, where you didn't want your disability to pause your fun?
"A five minute break isn't going to kill you," he scolds lightly, a slight pout on his face accompanying his furrowed brow expression. But when you still refused, claiming you want to continue, Kiyoshi lets out a quiet sigh. "Well, if I can't stop you..."
He surprises you by crouching down, his worried expression replaced with a small grin. "Come on then," he says, gesturing for you to get on his back. "I'll just have to carry you for five minutes then."
Hyuuga: He didn't want to bring it up, but Hyuuga had noticed your pace slowing considerably after your first half hour of walking through the park with him. The longer you tried to keep up with him, the more frustrated he became, brows pinched together behind the frame of his glasses. The last straw was when you suggested climbing up a hill for a better view.
"No way," he protested. "I'm not climbing that hill, I'm tired." But the pout you were giving him, your lower lip jutted out and wobbling, did a lot to persuade him otherwise, his resolve crumbling.
With a groan, Hyuuga holds his arm out to you so you could support yourself on him instead of your cane. The two of you walk slower than before, inching your way up the grassy hill. The look on your face and sparkle in your eyes when you see the view makes it worth it for him.
Hanamiya: You would have argued with him about not needing a break, if it weren't for the fact Hanamiya was fixing you with a heavy glare. He'd taken his insistence a step further, snatching up your cane and propping it against his knee farthest away from you — not so far that it would be difficult to reach if you really needed it, but far enough that you'd have to cross over him to grab it.
"It's not like everything is going to close while we're sitting," he grumbles, nodding his head in the direction of the bustling mall before you.
When you finally relented, resting your head against the corner of his shoulder, Hanamiya's face softened. Maybe, if you paid attention close enough, you'd hear the click of his tongue followed by a subtle dusting of endeared color on his cheeks.
Haizaki: He had noticed a difference in the way you were walking a while ago. You had started leaning more into your cane, propping the bulk of your weight against it in an effort to give yourself some semblance of relief. Haizaki had expected you to start complaining — start begging for a moment to sit down and rest — but when you didn't a look of something kin to annoyance crossed his features.
"I'm taking a break," he announced loudly, sitting on the bench closest to the two of you. He didn't wait for you to respond before he plopped himself down, manspreading and propping his arms against the backrest.
When you joined him, a silent look of relief in your eyes, Haizaki had to hide the satisfied smirk that threatened to play on his lips. He wanted you to think that this was for his benefit, not yours.
Content Rating: Mature (smut)
Pairing: Kasamatsu Yukio x fem!reader
he’s never going to admit this to you, but it doesn’t matter how long you and Kasamatsu have been dating, he’s always going to feel like you could do better — he knows he’s not the most romantic and he knows there are so many guys out there that aren’t as emotionally stunted around girls like he is. he thinks you deserve the world, but he’s unsure if he can give it to you
that being said, feelings of jealousy can come up often for him, but his response to it comes in different forms depending on why he’s feeling jealous. he’s usually able to handle it well if it has something to do with his friends/teammates — a snarky reply here, a kick to the shins there; he’s pulling you closer to his side and away from teasing peers easily
but if it’s a stranger who’s caught your attention, even for a moment? he goes unnaturally quiet, lips pressed into a thin line and brows furrowed. his mind is bouncing between anger and depression until it finally settles on defeat. this stranger was talking to you — flirting with you — so easily. why couldn’t he express himself around you just as well? maybe he wasn’t good enough
There was a prickling sensation on the back of his head, the kind that only came about when negative emotions were high. It burned his skin, causing discomfort. But nothing would ever be as uncomfortable for Kasamatsu than the realization that he wasn't the one. He wasn’t your one — in his opinion at least. That was a fact to him, only made more obvious by the gentle way you laughed as a waiter continued to bat his eyes and waggle his brows. When the receipt for the bill came and he saw the waiter’s number scrawled onto the flimsy piece of paper, he wanted to scream. But Kasamatsu bit back that response, mumbling out that he’d meet you in the car — he would miss the way you crumpled the receipt, disinterested.
early on in the relationship, Kasamatsu never talks about his emotions. especially not the negative ones and double especially if they're directed at you. he feels like he needs to set them aside to make you happy
but he's honestly terrible at hiding the emotions on his face, so you figure out pretty quickly that he's upset over something. it takes a bit of prying — he really doesn't think it's worth fighting over telling you — but eventually he snaps at you. "I was jealous, okay?"
somehow confessing this to you in a raised voice makes him feel worse than if he had just told you from the beginning. he goes quiet again, mumbling that he doesn't want to talk about it anymore, but some gentle coaxing will have him elaborating
“What do you mean you don’t feel good enough?” Your tone is incredulous as you question his logic, voice pitched up in disbelief. But one look into his eyes — that defeated stare — has you backpedaling from your defensive tone. He didn’t need to be yelled at; he needed reassurance. Taking his face gently in your hands, you make him look at you as you say, “I don’t even remember that guy’s name, let alone his number. Yukio, you are my everything. Please let me prove that to you.”
the night will start off with you pleasing him — trailing kisses against his jaw, lingering feather light touches against his skin, paying extra close attention to those spots that have him squirming underneath your fingertips and tongue — but it eventually leads up to him taking care of you instead
let him do this. part of the reassurance he needs is knowing that he’s able to please you. he’s not stupid, he knows he’s not the only person able to make you feel this way, but he wants to know that he’s the only person you’ll allow to
he prefers missionary when he’s jealous and feeling a little needy. it’s the most intimate position in his opinion and he wants to feel loved, even if he won’t voice that want. that, and he knows in this position he can perfectly hit up against that spongey spot inside of you that has your toes curling and your voice keening
he's leaning over you, all his weight on his forearms as they cage you against the mattress and his hips are rolling and grinding into yours — he wants you to feel every inch of delicious friction as he's fucking into you. his movements are slow, deliberate, and it's starting to make you think that he's doing it on purpose just so he can hear you beg for him
he's hiding his face in the space between your neck and shoulders and you can feel his breath, heavy and panting, against your skin. but he's this close to you because he wants to hear you — wants to hear how he makes you feel — so he starts mouthing at your skin to muffle his own noises. it doesn't stop the low, rumbling groan that keeps escaping him every time he feels you squeeze
mouthing absolutely turns into nibbling and when his teeth suddenly graze against one of your more sensitive spots — when he both hears and feels the way your breath catches in your throat and your body shudders in response — he's hooked. he needs to do it more. he needs to feel your pulse against his lips and your skin against his teeth. he wants to make you tremble
he sucks a hickey onto that sensitive spot between your shoulder and neck. it’s big, it’s splotchy, and his eyes are drawn to it. something in his mind clicks and suddenly he’s wanting to mark you more. claim his territory. 'everyone should see that she’s mine' he's never been the type before to leave love bites on your skin, but his previous jealousy has his brain fuzzy with thoughts that he needed some way for the world to visually know you were taken
his mouth is littering you in hickeys and bites and marks anywhere and everywhere he can reach — your neck, your shoulders, your chest, your breasts. if he wasn’t currently busy rutting into you, he would trail them down the rest of your body. Kasamatsu makes a mental note to himself that the next time you both get intimate, he wants to start off this way, with his tongue leaving wet trails along your stomach, your inner thighs, your cunt. he wants the taste of your salt on his tongue
the next morning, he can’t look at you — can’t look at what he’s done to you — without going red in the face and begging you to cover up. it could be the dead of summer and he'll be throwing a scarf at you. if you insist on going out without covering all his love bites, he’ll have a hard time looking anyone in the eyes, but every so often you see a small, satisfied smile on his face
“What are you smiling about?”
Your question interrupts Kasamatsu’s line of thought. He looks at you, his eyes immediately dropping down the dark bruise on your neck that’s peeking out from behind a curtain of your hair. Images of last night flood his mind for the umpteenth time that day — his cheeks still tinge red at the memory. With a gentle, calloused hand, Kasamatsu rests his palm against where you cheeks meets your jaw, his fingers splayed enough that the tip of his pinky can just barely graze over the hickey.
“It’s nothing,” he mumbles, eyes tearing away from the marks he’d made to finally meet yours. His voice is low, like he almost doesn’t want you to hear. “You’re just pretty.”
gom+uk with a gf that is too good at volleyball that one time her service was too strong and high that it hit the ceiling and almost broke the lightbulb😆
Kuroko: He's on the other side of the net when you serve, hitting the ball so hard it nearly breaks the overhead light. When it eventually rolls to a stop at his toes, Kuroko feels himself swallow thickly before returning his gaze to you.
"____... that could have been my face..."
Kiyoshi: He's by your side, one large hand shielding the top of your head while the other baps the volleyball away so it doesn't land on you. All the while, there's a soft chuckle that's shaking Kiyoshi's chest. He pulls your head into it, holding you there for a second.
"That was a strong one, huh? Maybe you should tone it back a bit."
Kise: There's a pause where the both of you are staring up toward the ceiling in amazement, watching as the light fixture sways from its encounter with the volleyball. After a beat, Kise starts laughing histerically, pointing between the light and the ball.
"____cchi, that's amazing! Reminds me of when Kagamicchi broke our basketball hoop!"
Aomine: When the volleyball hits the ceiling, Aomine has barely enough time to see it nearly miss the lights before it's ricocheting toward him. Hitting him in the stomach, he keels over with a heavy grunt and a glare that's pointed in your direction.
"You did that on purpose," he complains through gritted teeth, knowing full well you didn't.
Midorima: You would have expected him to scold you for your lack of control, but instead Midorima looks deep in thought. He knew nothing of your beloved sport, similar to how you knew little of his, but he always attempted to try help you improve.
"I think, maybe if you started your serve farther back, you'd have more accuracy."
Murasakibara: As he picks up the volleyball before it can roll away any further, Murasakibara tosses it up into the air. The simple toss nearly has it hitting the light once more. Seeing this, he gives you a grin meant to tease.
"Aww, well that wasn't so hard. I can do it too."
Akashi: "Watch your head, ____."
Akashi catches the volleyball on its way back down, seeming to be exactly where it would land at the perfect time. A part of him wonders if it would be better for you to practice on an outdoor court... or if that would mean more fetching for him.
Mibuchi: The light fixture sways above the both of you and Mibuchi's first reaction is to hold his arms out above you, covering your head from any stray pieces of glass that might fall. When nothing further happens, he sighs a bit in relief.
"You know, that was honestly impressive. ...But maybe you should work on your aim a bit more."
Nebuya: "Wow, I didn't know I was dating such a heavy hitter!"
Despite his teasing words and booming chuckle, there's an expression of pride on Nebuya's face as he looks at you. He gives you a playful jab to the shoulder before fetching the ball, mimicking your movements as he serves it to you with much less force.
Hayama: His jaw is nearly dropped to the floor before he starts running after the volleyball in excitement. Picking it up, he tries to mimic your movements, aiming for the light fixture himself. His serves misses by several meters however.
"Whoa, ____, you're so strong! You've gotta teach me!"
Hanamiya: "Oi, you tryna break that shit on purpose?!"
Since the volleyball and basketball teams share a gymnasium, he's wary of actually breaking anything since his team would likely be blamed. Though he's scolding you for your uncontrolled strength, a part of him might be a little nervous/proud of it as well.
just wanted to say that i love your kuroko slow burns, take your time with writing them whenever you get the chance to, luv your writing ᡣ • . • 𐭩 ♡
hi! I'm so happy to hear you're enjoying it! for everyone's ease in finding all installments into this slow burn series, I've made a section for it in the masterlist! though maybe do pop in once in a while to remind me of it, as I may forget to write new installments without it ^^;
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He was staring. He knew he was staring. How many times had his grandmother scolded him for staring? One too many. But Kuroko couldn't help it, his eyes glued to his manager's form as she stood halfway across the courtyard.
She was smiling, a light pink dusting her cheeks and a soft crinkle in the corner of her eyes. She held a hand up to her face to stifle the laugh that was falling past her lips. In front of her, an unfamiliar face mimicked the sound, but the second voice was deeper and more disjointed; a rumbling chuckle that mirrored her bell-like laughter.
Kuroko bit the inside of his cheek.
Something in his stomach was turning sour, but he couldn't quite pinpoint why. He averted his eyes away from his manager for a moment, distracted by the sound of a basketball bouncing out of bounds and the shrill screech of Riko's whistle. He hoped, when he turned back, that ____ would be done with her conversation and on her way back to the bleachers.
He grit his teeth when he realized he was wrong.
She was still chatting, no longer laughing, but that smile was still on her face. He didn't understand the distress he was feeling, the bubble of upset in the pit of his stomach.
He didn't understand why he couldn't tear his eyes away.
It was confusing, the sense of satisfaction he felt when the intruder finally left her side, disappearing behind the large double doors to the gymnasium. He wanted to scoff, snort as things settled back to how he thought they should be. But he didn't, staying ever silent and observant.
Well, as observant as he could be distracted by his manager.
"Kuroko, watch out—!"
Pain exploded on the back of his head as hard rubber met his skull. He stumbled forward, falling to his knees. One hand flew to the back of his head, the other catching his fall on the shiny floor below. The small grunt he let out went unnoticed to his ears; they were filled with ringing.
Slowly, when he finally came to, Kuroko heard the shuffle of sneakers and cries of curiosity. One voice stood out above them all, however.
"Oh no, Kuroko-kun, are you okay?" ____ asked him, dropping to her own knees in front of him. She replaced his hand with her own, checking for any bumps and bruises.
Blinking owlishly, Kuroko refocused his gaze over her worried expression. All for him.
"Yeah," he muttered, the sour feeling in his stomach replaced by something else. Something fluttering. "Yeah, I'm okay."
Hello! english isn't my first language so please bear with me! can I ask for GOM+Kagami+Kotaro and how they would react to their fem S/O who is a very famous Jpop idol, but her manager overworks her all the time and is very controlling over her so she passes out on stage? sorry if this too much!
Kuroko: You wake up to the feeling of a gentle hand running through your hair. When you open your eyes, Kuroko is already staring down at you with his brows furrowed together and a frown marring his face. You already know what he's about to say before he even opens his mouth; he'd warned you in the past of how hard you were pushing yourself, self-inflicted or not.
"____, you've overworked yourself again. I think it's time you took a break."
Kagami: Even the security guards can't stop him as Kagami runs out onto the stage to help you up after you've fallen. It causes an even bigger stir — you hadn't gone public with your relationship — but he doesn't care in the slightest. When your manager tries to take over, telling security to escort him away, he lets out a frustrated growl meant to scare.
"Like hell I'm leaving! This is all your fault, you greedy bastard!"
Kise: In a way, he knows what it's like to be worked to the point of exhaustion based on his experience from his modeling days. So Kise had hoped you'd take his warnings to heart when he told you to take regular breaks. When you finally come to in your break room, a cool towel on your forehead and resting against his lap, he gives you a soft, scolding look.
"____cchi, I think it's time we find you another manager."
Midorima: He's mentally cursing himself as he runs after the medical team who'd helped you off stage. Midorima recounts all the times he'd told you to take a rest, recalls every moment he gave you snacks for energy or vitamins for health — were they not enough? — but when his eyes lock with your managers, he knows he isn't the one to blame.
"I'd told you this would happen if you kept pushing her," he bites out.
Aomine: His first reaction should have been to go to your side, help you off the stage, and get you somewhere to rest. But Aomine has a temper and sometimes it's hard for him to control. Instead, he finds your manager, pulling them up by the collar of their shirt with a strained fist. If it weren't for the security guards he could see in the corners of his eyes, he would have already thrown a punch.
"You're fired," he spits, not caring whether or not he had the authority to say so.
Murasakibara: If looks could kill, your manager would be dead on the spot with the intense glare Murasakibara is giving him. Like a guard dog, he stands in the way of your manager, blocking the door to your dressing room. When your manager tries to step around him, he holds out an arm, muscle flexing in an intimidating way. It has your manager backing up.
"Man, I should tell the world about you and what a shitty manager you are," he threatens.
Akashi: He's already by your side by the time you're helped off stage, though he leaves the actually helping to the EMTs that had been called. When the pair of you pass by your manager on the way to the break room, he gives them a stern look. He pauses briefly, ushering the EMTs to take you without him so he can discuss with your manager alone.
"I'm afraid we won't be needing your assistance anymore. I can take over your duties from here."
Hayama: He's quick to get up on the stage, cradling you in his arms as if simply holding you close could help you feel better. Hayama knows he's fast, so he darts off to find you help with you pressed tightly against his chest. He doesn't even have time to tell of your manager as he searches for someone to give you aid, though the glare in his eyes is evident and doesn't go away for a long time.
"Just get out of here, man. You've done enough already."
Helou! Can I please request the GoM (and Kagami) falling for a crush that plays for a girls basketball team? Like how would they react knowing they crush on a girl who plays bball on par with them?
Kuroko: The prospect of another person being just as good as him in passing has Kuroko a bit excited. He wants to know everything about her basketball journey, how she got where she was today in her talent level, how much she practiced. He always asks her to play friendly one-on-one matches, but craves to play a real team game some day.
Kagami: Basketball excites him in a way that has him forgetting most of his surroundings. That being said, Kagami nearly forgets that she's a girl that he's into when he plays basketball against her. A part of him wonders if it's unhealthy for his heart to feel so much adrenaline while playing, only to be consumed by butterflies when not.
Kise: He enacts the school-aged method of gaining his crush's attention by copying her moves on court, hoping he would impress her with his own spin to things. Was it a childish thing to be doing at his age? Yes. But did it work? Most definitely; especially when she came over to scold him for doing it all wrong.
Aomine: There's still prejudice in his mind the first time he goes to one of her games. No way a girl can play just as well as he can. When he's proven wrong hours later, Aomine nearly becomes obsessed. He wants to see her play more, wants to challenge her himself. It actually takes him a while to realize what he has is a crush and not just rivalry.
Midorima: His way of showing affection often involves giving tips and pointers, so he actually butts heads with her a lot when they disagree over certain move sets either of them have used on court. Midorima likes having a crush who enjoys his same hobbies however; it makes it easier to find topics to discuss.
Murasakibara: Prior to finding his own love for basketball, Murasakibara is actually a little annoyed that his crush also plays. Would he ever be able to escape? However, after changing his mind about the game, he comes to appreciate that she's just as good. At least he doesn't have to sit and explain how everything works.
Akashi: Since basketball is his way of escaping and the one thing he can call his own, Akashi greatly appreciates that he can share this with someone he fancies. It didn't even matter to him whether she was great or not, as the love for the game was the thing he appreciated the most. Though her skills definitely made things better.
My fav Admins are still posting!! Yippeh! anywayyyss can I request GoM+Kagami+Kotarou+himuro on how they would react when their fem crush who's quiet and reserved around others but is bubbly and talkative (and weird in a good way) around them saying "Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup....and you were mustard...which is weird bc usually your mayonnaise in my dreams why do you suppose that is? :3" like js randomly in comfortable silence between them hehe <33
The irony is the fact that I then went on a months long hiatus... 😅
Admin Neon
Kuroko: There's a beat between the end of your sentence and his response, but when he finally does open his mouth, it's laughter that falls out. Kuroko barely ever heard you speak, so to have something so off topic and random slip past your lips definitely caught him off guard. He asks you to elaborate, wondering more about these silly dreams of yours.
Kagami: There's a slight smirk on his face when he asks, "You sure you weren't just hungry?" The story of your dreams has his own stomach growling, so Kagami offers to bring you out to lunch while you continue telling him everything. It isn't until he's at Maji Burger and he sees how perfectly mustard and ketchup combine that he starts to think deeper about your dreams. It has him blushing.
Kise: You are halfway through your dream explanation when you realize Kise is staring at you in wonder. The second you pause long enough to give him a word in edgewise, he's breathing out a quiet, "You dream about me a lot?" Something about your accidental confession has his heart swelling, despite the oddness of your actual dreams.
Aomine: There's a snort that comes from his as he drops himself beside you, shoving his arm against yours. He compares his dark complexion to your own. "You sure you weren't the mayo?" he teases. He's trying to get you to fluster, trying to hide his own embarrassment from showing after you revealed you dreamed about him often.
Midorima: He had been listening to you intently the entire time, soaking in all the details of your dreams. But when you got to the part about ketchup and mustard, Midorima couldn't help but get lost in confused thought. Surely that must've meant something, right? Ketchup and mustard when together far better than ketchup and mayonnaise, so this was a good sign. Right?
Murasakibara: His brows furrow as he thinks about what you've just said. "Why mayonnaise?" he asks, poking at the skin of his arm. Was it his complexion? Did something about his personality just scream mayo to you? He almost didn't want to know, nose wrinkling. Even mustar wasn't that much better of an option. "Can't I be something else? Like some nerunerunerne?"
Himuro: He hides his slight smile behind a hand as you describe your dream. You don't notice his furrowing brow underneath his bangs. Is being mayonnaise in your dream supposed to be a compliment? Why does it feel like an insult? Himuro listens to your long tale nevertheless, nodding along and asking furthering questions. He wants to get to the bottom of its meaning.
Akashi: There's a brief moment where he has to pause, nearly asking you to repeat yourself. Akashi takes a moment to process what you've said, though it still doesn't make any sense to him. Instead, he latches on to the only thing he can wrap his head around. "You dream of me?" he asks, expression changing from confused to amused when you start to stutter in embarrassment.
Hayama: His energy matches yours exactly and, despite taking a second to catch up to your line of conversation, Hayama joins it with just as much enthusiasm as if the two of you were talking about basketball. He asks you about your dreams and counters with stories of his own. They sound just as random as yours and he points out how the two of you must be more alike than he thought.
Hi! Recently stumbled upon your blog and i think i've read everything in here and it'been a delight (maybe missed something, i can be blind at times). It's kinda weird, but this thought just got into my head and decided to stay there rent free
If you're okay with this, can i ask for a little scenario with Murasakibara first time meeting his s/o? Who is tiny like a gremlin, seems cute and vulnerable bc of it, but in reality can kick and cuss like a sailor if angered (i just can't stop thinking of all the thoughts that could be racing through his mind when he just witnessed this gnome take out a group of men, was left with a few bruises and just left, while mura just stands there with a broken omaibo)
Thanks in advance! Again, sorry if it sounds wierd
Standing on the sidewalk, Murasakibara looked across the street toward a bright, colorful sign. It was an advertisement for the newest cafe to open on that street, maid themed and packed to the brim with customers. But it wasn't the employees that had drawn his curiosity. No, it was the picturesque sweets thats adorned the outside of the cafe, bringing pops of color to the plainly painted exterior.
His stomach grumbled.
He was just about to step out onto the street to cross the way when a commotion from the cafe caught his attention. Yelling could be heard from within the space and, just as he was leaning to get a better look, the front door to the cafe slammed open. Two teenagers came running out, one of them holding on to the back of his head as he cussed out expletives.
"Get out and stay out!" A voice from within the cafe yelled after them. When Murasakibara looked, he noticed a person much shorter than him — much shorter than the teenagers, even — running out after them. The person was swinging a broom around, chasing the teenagers off the doorstep to the cafe.
The cafe worker chased the teenagers all the way across the street, only stopping when the rowdy teens managed to run down a nearby alley with their tails between their legs. Beside him, the cafe worker grumbled out complaints about perverted teens.
Then, as if realizing they were now in a crowd and were the center of attention, the cafe worker's demeanor flipped like a switch. Anger was replaced by a faux smile and their voice pitched up in that way customer service worker's often do.
"Sorry for the interruption, everyone," they said, addressing the crowd. "The cafe is still open for business and I hope everyone takes the chance to come give us a try today."
For a brief moment, their eyes connected with Murasakibara's. They paused, craning their neck upward to get a better look at him. Then, they smiled, eyes crinkling in the corners. "I hope to see you there."
As they turned away to enter back into the cafe, Murasakibara stayed frozen on he sidewalk and watched after them. He was still hungry. He still wanted to go inside and fetch a few sweets to eat.
But now he was scared of the cafe's little attack dog guarding the door.
This happened at school and it was so funny so my classmate was serving in volleyball and while she was doing that, the basketball hoop was still there but they were going to remove it later. But my classmate's serve didn't go over the net, instead it went inside the basketball hoop. After that she joked that she would quit volleyball and start playing basketball bc she could do a 3-pointer now. Could you make hcs like that but with the Rakuzan or Touou?
I know you said headcanons, anon, buuuut I was so inspired for this LOL
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There was the sound of squeaking shoes on polished wood floors coming from the gymnasium as the Rakuzan team came up upon the location of their next match. A crowd of people were exiting the wide open double doors, a different game having ended moments ago. Glancing around, the team noted the varying jerseys fans wore of their favorite teams, recognizing none of them. Had a different sport been hosted in the gymnasium?
Pushing past a small crowd to enter the double doors, the team glanced around the court to find personnel moving large nets out of the way. One worker, remote control in hand, was lowering the basketball hoops on their hydraulic hinge.
At the far end of the gymnasium, they noticed two teens messing around. The sound of a ball dribbling against the floor was familiar to their ears, but it was cut off by the new noise of leather meeting skin as the taller teen served the volleyball toward the shorter one.
It came crashing down on the smaller one's forearms, bouncing off him with a harsh sound that was followed by a softer grunt. The volleyball flew through the air, moving past the taller male a few feet to his left. Completely off its mark.
"Aim straight, idiot!" The taller of the two barked out.
The smaller, redheaded one, he barked back, "I'm trying! Set better!"
The Rakuzan team watched as the taller one seemed to let out a frustrated growl — "Oh, he looks angry," Mibuchi whispered — before picking up another volleyball. They saw him throw it up into the air before hitting it hard, the volleyball's path directing it toward the redhead. The latter boy yelped, getting quickly into place to try and receive the ball.
When it hit his forearms, it was hard, the sound louder than before. Hayama and Nebuya visibly cringed at the sound, imagining the reddening skin of the smaller boy. Their sympathy for the boy quickly morphed into awe as the volleyball once again flew through the air, this time directly into the adjacent basketball hoop.
"Did you just...?"
"Did I just...?"
The pair's confusion was interrupted by a whooping hollar and Hayama ran toward them, catching the volleyball as it bounced below the net. "That was awesome, little dude!"
The rest of the Rakuzan team followed after, amused by the antics they were watching. As they walked past to get to the lockerrooms, Hayama tossed the volleyball back in the direction of the redheaded male, putting a bit more force into it than expected. The latter caught it with an oof.
"It was pretty impressive," Mibuchi chimed in, hiding an amused smile behind a hand. He didn't mention the fact that the basket had been a fluke. "Maybe if volleyball doesn't work out, you have a future in basketball."
"Who? Him?" The taller of the pair asked, tone flat and looking bored. "Naw. He's too short."
Omg can i request imayoshi + himuro with a curvy girl ????
Imayoshi: The glare of his glasses hid his eyes well, leaving you clueless to the gaze glued to your figure. Dark eyes swept over your body, tip to toe, imagining himself tracing every dip and curve of your physique. The only clue you had that Imayoshi might be ogling you was the subtle quirk of his lip; the smallest of smirks.
"____." Your name fell from his lips in almost a purr as Imayoshi held a single hand out toward you. His smirk widened when you stepped forward, closer, obedient to his call.
His outstretched hand found your hip, fingers splaying as he smoothed them against your skin, fingertips dipping below the hem of your shirt. He traced his hand down, following the curve of your ass down to your thigh. Giving a gentle squeeze, his grip ventured back up until it settled just under your waist.
The real thing was always better than he imagined.
Himuro: Seated outside the dressing room, Himuro counted the uneven specks on the carpeted floor below him. His fingers gripped tightly onto the thin handles of a shopping back, cheap plastic digging into his skin.
"How's this look?"
His counting was interrupted by your voice, followed quickly by your appearance outside the dressing room doors. Himuro looked up to give you a once over. He nearly choked when he saw the fit of your shirt, skin tight and strappy. Himuro had to fight with himself not to stare; it was a losing battle.
"You don't think it's a bit..." He couldn't finish the sentence, looking away before the skin of his cheeks could feel any hotter. He completely missed the way you smirked at him.
This is so embarrassing—!! Lmao, can I pls have GoM+Kagami+Kasamatsu reacting to their girlfriend slipping in the shower and badly hurting herself? I’m glad I wasn’t home alone or else uhh.. lmao it’s funny now but I do have a knarly bump on my head from it^^”
Glad to know you are a-okay, anon! Sorry this one took a while to answer!
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Kuroko: The first thing he does is wrap her in a towel. He is quick to gently guide her toward sitting on the edge of the tub, helping her swing her feet up and over the edge. "You're not seeing double or anything, are you?" His knowledge of head injuries in rudimentary at best, coming mainly from television shows and the occasional random discussion from friends, so he doesn't know exactly what to do next other than keep you awake.
Kagami: His face is nearly as red as his hair as he helps his girlfriend off the floor. If it weren't for the fact she was using both of his hands to balance herself, he would have been covering his eyes. Instead, he tried his best to look toward the ceiling where he counted the water spots left on the spackle from steam. Only when he'd counted enough, and his girlfriend was appropriately covered in a towel, did he manage to look down without glowing from embarrassment.
Kise: "____cchi, don't die on me!" He's dramatic when he flings open the bathroom door to find his girlfriend in a heap on the floor. The shower curtain and towel that's clinging to her are soaking wet from the shower still pouring down and he has trouble deciding what to do first. Turn off the water? Or help his girlfriend up? He ends up standing there for a few seconds trying to figure out what to do and she ends up yelling at him to help her first.
Kasamatsu: He hears the loud crash from outside the bathroom and comes running in, only to immediately cover his eyes at the state of his girlfriend's undress. He's reaching out one hand to help her up while the other one tries to keep his gaze away from her body — give her some privacy, he tells himself. But when he looks in the mirror and sees her anyway, he can't help the bright shade of red from invading his face.
Aomine: The seriousness of his attitude when helping his girlfriend up immediately washes away when he realizes she's going to be fine. The troubled frown on his face melts into a teasing smirk. "Maybe you shouldn't be showering alone. I could join you from now on." He waggles his eyesbrows a bit after his comment, trying to egg her on to agreeing. After all, she can't slip and fall again if he's right there to catch her.
Midorima: It's almost as if he were prepared for this exact moment because he seems almost methodical in the way he helps her up off the floor, wrapping a towel around her body before sitting her down on the bathroom counter. He pulls out a first aid kit before she can even get a word in edgewise, his hands delicately checking her scalp for any serious head wounds. When none come up, she finally hears him let out a single sigh of relief.
Murasakibara: She almost feels like a child with the way he's able to so easily pick her up off the bathroom floor after her fall. He's gentle to set her back on her feet, his hands still holding on to her sides in case the floor was still too slippery. "____-chin, are you okay?" The quick glance over her body doesn't reveal any major injuries, but he still hovers around the bathroom door after she insists on continuing on with her shower.
Akashi: Maybe it was a bit of an overreaction, but the day after her fall, he has the interior of the bathroom completely redone. All she had asked for was a rubber bathmat, something that would prevent her from slipping again. Instead, he goes the full nine yards and has the shower floor ripped out and replaced with something easier to stand on. For a moment, he contemplates bars on the walls. Maybe that was a bit too far...
ok ok imagine each one of the teams... as a kindergarten class! Teiko and/or the high school ones, i don't even care. i just want basketball babies doing dumb baby things. i'll be happy with whatever you think up! <3
baby Teiko…noooo too cute!!!
Kindergarden Teiko: KUROKO is the child that the teachers always lose track of or mark him absent because they can never find him. KISE is the kid who’s always talking non-stop to the teachers about random things (mostly about how the others make fun of him). AOMINE is restless and doesn’t follow instructions well; one second he wants to go outside, the next he’s bouncing a ball against the wall by himself. MIDORIMA is not nice to the teachers, often throwing things at their back; also glares fiercely when his toys are taken away from him. MURASAKIBARA is always sneaking snacks into the classroom and falls asleep in weird places (one time, they found him in a cabinet drawer…!). AKASHI always gets what he wants; he’s especially fond of demanding additional nap times from teachers and staking a monopoly on the castle playset.
i’m in a good mood, so seirin as well~
Kindergarden Seirin: KUROKO is slightly easier to find because he’s usually in the near vicinity of KAGAMI. Kagami cries when playtime is over and he has to go back inside; he also complains that he’s still hungry after snacktime. HYUGA is a well-behaved kid…unless you make the others play with him; he especially throws tantrums when IZUKI is with him. Izuki has a terrible sense of humor, and the teachers worry that he’s gonna lose his play-friends if he keeps it up. KIYOSHI is pretty mature, mediating between the other kids, but no one knows how he manages to keep getting hurt.
How would the GOM + Kagami, Himuro, and Takao surprise their partners after returning from military service?
wow i really love this one
KUROKO: Kuroko calls his partner to the airport to pick him up. The surprise for her is that the army improved his presence, and she can find him coming out of a large crowd and it makes her gasp with happiness.
KAGAMI: He finds his way to her house by himself. He’s surprised to find her living in such a nice home. She’s suddenly leaving the house and catches sight of him. She stares teary-eyed while he’s just grinning.
KISE: When they reunite, it’s the first time she sees him with the mandatory army buzzcut. “I look weird, don’t I?” He whines. But as she’s hugging him, she’s glad that his personality hasn’t mellowed out. “You always look good, Kise.”
AOMINE: When he’s walking through the airport gates, he’s laughing with a bunch of other guys in uniform. He reaches his partner and kisses her, before explaining the scene. “They’re guys from our army basketball team!”
MIDORIMA: His face is hardened from the years of training, but otherwise, it was same old Midorima. “I managed to sneak in one of my lucky items.” He tells you, taking out a familiar green frog. She’s crying and laughing simultaneously.
MURASAKIBARA: He tries to sneak into her workplace, but he stands out too much. “Mura!” She cries. But he does surprise her when he spins her around in his arms, something he never would’ve done before the army.
HIMURO: She’s the one who surprises him. The ____ that Himuro’s used to looks a bit different when he arrives back at their house. “Welcome back.” She says while giggling, dressed in camouflage clothes to match his own.
AKASHI: What surprises her the most is how little he has changed after the experience. The army hasn’t made him bitter, and she realizes how tough he really is. “Ah, but I’m always gentle in front of ____, correct?” He teases.
