Wonderlust

/n./ the desire to be in constant state of wonder.

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[tiny-little-bird]

“I will NEVER let her harm you [...] If she does, I’ll kill her with my own hands.”

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[magnusbane-lightwood]

Malec with 5??

And for the other Anon who asked: “Can you do five but with jealous Magnus? I’ve only ever seen jealous Alec” - You read my mind because that was exactly what I was writing ;)

I hope this little (actually this became quite long and I’m not even sorry, because obviously I’m unable to keep to “drabbel”-length) piece is to your satisfaction!

5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“It has to be Alec, he’s to only one the faerie wouldn’t recognize. Plus, I I’m sorry to break it to you Jace, but with men you have as much game as that brick wall. It has to be Alec”

Alec groaned at her words, ignoring Jace’s offended sputtering. He knew she was right. They needed someone to seduce the male faerie and according to Magnus the guy was explicitly into men.

Normally, Alec would ask Magnus for help, his boyfriend was extremely irresistible after all, but apparently this guy was a regular at the club and knew very well that Magnus was in a relationship with some shadowhunter and that the warlock was nothing if not faithful to said shadowhunter. Alec’s heart still fluttered a little when he thought back to how Magnus had looked at him when he’d explained how most of the downworld knew about his boyfriend. They’d been together for almost 6 months now, but Alec still couldn’t keep the giddy smile off of his face any time somebody mentioned Magnus or the fact that they were together.

“Alec!” Izzy’s voice brought him out of his thoughts, and Alec tilted his head a little to the side in recognition of her words. Completely ignoring the fact that he’d been caught zoning out while thinking about his boyfriend. Again.

“You think you can do it this once? I know you hate these types of things but…” She started and Alec shook his head to interrupt her. He could do it, all he needed to do was distract the man enough to be able to get the key from around his neck. Okay, so maybe it’d require a little more than some light distracting to be able to do that but still, Alec wasn’t entirely useless. He’d watched Magnus do this enough times to know how.

“It’s fine, Izzy. I’ll do it. Who’s the target?” he said, looking around the club they were at. His sister walked up to him and pointed out a man in the middle of the dance-floor. Nodding, Alec swallowed before stripping off his jacket and handing it to Jace. He rolled his neck, trying to rid himself of the nerves that were trying to consume him and breathed out in a sigh before walking towards the dancefloor.

He got close enough for the man to spot him before he started dancing to the music, trying to remember how Magnus used to move and doing his best to mimic those movements.

He kept his eyes closed, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to go through with this if he were to catch a glimpse of Jace laughing at him. He felt utterly ridiculous as he moved his hips in circles with the beat of the music, but pushed that thought away as he let his mind travel back to Magnus.

Magnus who always looked like some sort of mythical creature when he moved to the music. Magnus whose hands even moved as if he was dancing whenever he got excited about something. A small smile graced Alec’s lips as he thought of an excited Magnus explaining to him that he’d found a kitten a few weeks ago, and that they should keep him because

”Alexander, please let me keep him. Look at those eyes. He came to me for a reason you see. He has no home and he wants to join ours. Please Alec!”

Alec looked at his boyfriend, who had somehow managed to perfect the pleading puppydog eyes-look, and tried to contain his grin as Magnus’ words registered with him.

“OUR home, Magnus?” he asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips. The warlock stiffened slightly for a second before relaxing again and taking a step towards the shadowhunter.

“Well, if we’re getting a cat together I feel like you should at least live with him, don’t you?” he said as he let his fingers trace patterns over Alec’s arm.

“Hmm… Maybe you’re right. It’s the responsible thing to do, really.” Alec answered, smiling down at the warlock. He hadn’t expected Magnus to actually ask him to move in, but since Alec was practically spending every night in the loft cuddled up with the warlock anyway, he figured it wouldn’t be that much of a change. The happy smile he got in return made his heart do somersaults in his chest and Alec couldn’t resist the urge to bend down and… 

His trip down memory lane was interrupted by a foreign hand sliding down his chest and a solid body pressing up against his back. Alec resisted the urge to gag and instead turned around and forced a smile on his lips as he found himself face to face with his target. Moving his hips a little to brush against the other man, Alec was both parts pleased and grossed out to feel a semi-hard bulge pressed against him. It wouldn’t require much effort to have this man distracted enough to take the key. In fact, he was already more than halfway there. Alec set his eyes on the price and set to work, if he just got this done quickly enough he could get home and take a shower to rid himself of this action all the sooner.

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Magnus knew he had no right to feel this way. He knew that Alec wanted no one but him. He knew that and yet, watching as the shadowhunter moved amongst the crowd on the dancefloor, a small smile playing on his lips, and seeing how the people around him eyed the beautiful man appreciatively, he couldn’t help but feel a twisting in his gut.

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[kuroko-no-imagine]

Aomine x fem reader where the reader has insomnia and he's had games the past few nights so he hasn't seen her for a while and when he finally sees her he notices she's about to drop and he asks her what's wrong and she replies with, "I haven't slept in three days...." because she can't sleep without him near?

Aomine dropped his bags down by the doorway as he closed the door to the apartment suite, locking it before turning back towards the interior of the suite. It was dark, all the lights were off– no surprise there. It was late, having finished the last game of his most recent tournament earlier that night. The game already had a late ending time, along with having to travel a couple hours to get back home it was close to 4am by the time he stepped through the door of your shared apartment.

He started making his way through the apartment suite. He was exhausted. Not only from the games that he had been playing but also from the travelling that he had been doing. He was ready to get in bed and pass out, but not only that, he was ready to see you. As big as he would act, you meant a lot to him, that much was clear. He wasn’t someone who would constantly go on and on about his significant other but it was a well known fact that you being his and him being yours made him feel fulfilled, made him feel whole. Of course he’s such a stubborn overgrown child that would never word it that way though. It was safe to say that Aomine missed you and he was glad to be home. 

Turning down the hallway that lead to the master bedroom he arched a brow seeing light peeking through the crack at the bottom of the door. He opened the door and stepped in, sure enough seeing the bedroom lights on. Quiet music played from your laptop that was set open at the desk in the room. You had been sitting at the desk scrolling through random posts on pinterest– but upon hearing the door to the bedroom open your attention towards the screen immediately abandoned as you turned to see Aomine standing in the doorway. A smile broke out onto your face when you caught his eyes and you shut your laptop as you stood, making your way over towards him.

“Daiki!” You exclaimed softly as you walked towards him– though with the lack of sleep your body was experiencing, it was more of a stumble.

Aomine furrowed his brow when you made it over to him, just barely keeping yourself upright causing him to wrap an arm around your shoulders and guide you over to the bed, sitting down before pulling you into his arms, settling with his back against the headboard and you in between his legs. You snuggled up closer to him, resting your head against the front of his shoulder and closed your eyes for the first time in days. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as he felt you relax in his arms. He knew about your insomnia, and knew how bad it could get.

“Are you alright?” He murmured, as he reached over to switch off the light, shrouding the room in darkness.

“I haven’t slept in three days…”

You heard him sigh quietly before suddenly feeling a a sharp tap to your forehead causing you to open your eyes, and glance towards him quizzically, really only seeing his silhouette as your eyes adjusted to the darkness.

“Did you just flick me?”

“Yeah and I’ll do it again. Staying up for three days straight isn’t good for your body you idiot” He murmured softly, pulling you closer to his chest.

You didn’t say anything to that, both because you knew he was right, and because you where too exhausted to come up with a response. You had tried night after night to fall asleep while he was away without success. But now that he was home you could finally rest.

[kuroko-no-imagine]

Hello! 💓 Can i request a GOM+ kagami figuring out their fem s/o is an artist?? (she asks them to make a little pose/see loose sketching on hwr notes/ unfinished paintings) and theyre trying to support her ? tyyyy

Aaah I love this ask, I myself am majoring in graphic design right now and let me tell you, the support that artists and designers get isn’t much to begin with so I’d like to think that the boys would be supportive. So I often get like the whole “wow a creative amongst the academics”. A lot of people think that my area of study is just so drastically different because its not academically driven like the sciences or social sciences are and it can get kind of annoying sometimes. I have been so often told to my face that “anyone can do what you’re doing” and that what I study is “easy” and that just makes me so frustrated, so we’re not gonna get into that whole conversation. But like if anyone wants me to share my thoughts on the subject I’d be more than willing to because the creative fields always get shit on for being “easy” fields.

TLDR; Support artists and designers, there’s a lot more that goes into our work and our studies than is made out to believe. Now onto the ask.

Akashi: He finds out about your art when he comes across your sketchbook one day. You left it open on your desk when you went to go get a glass of water and he had just happened to walk by when you were away. He’s impressed by the sketches you’ve done within the coil bound pages. He understands the hard work you put into them and would ask to see more of your work, though he won’t push if you don’t want to, knowing that sketchbooks are fairly private and personal. He himself having his own artistic side with his violin appreciates your talents and the work that you do to improve on your drawings.

“They’re quite impressive, there’s no need for you to hide them from me”

Aomine: He finds out about your art by chance when he wakes up from a nap to see you staring at him intently, startling him. He notices the little book and pencil in your hands gets curious, wanting to see what it is that you’re scribbling within it. He’s persistent and won’t take no for an answer so when you finally show him he’s surprised to see a sketch of himself in his sleeping state. If he decides to flip through your sketchbook he’ll see multiple drawings of him asleep in different poses, lying down, slumped on the couch, sitting against a wall– there are so many. He likes the fact that he’s been made a subject of so many of your drawings without even knowing that he was and will offer to pose for any studies you may need.

“Next time you do another one of these it better not be while I’m asleep”

Kagami: Deadass I feel like Kagami would be one of those people who doesn’t like “get art” lmao, like you know those people in galleries that look at pieces and kinda just look confused LOOL one of those people. He finds out about your art when he’s at your place and sees one of your pieces, a little sculpture that you had been working on that still needed to be painted. He’ll stare at it for a bit and won’t say anything even when you notice him looking at it. Even after he’s gotten over that initial “what is that?” feeling he won’t say much, probably just a “that’s cool” or a “it looks like a sprout of asparagus”, just something random off the top of his mind. Despite not really understanding art and the concepts that go into art, he appreciates the love and time that you put into it and is glad that you have a creative outlet that makes you happy.

Kise: This boy is supportive of everything that you do and art is no exception. He finds out about your art one day when he’s flipping through the study notes that you gave him cause lord knows he needed help with one of his classes and you so graciously put together some of your notes for him to study with. As he’s looking through your notes he notices the little doodles and drawings that you have within the margins of the pages. Although those are just little doodles he finds himself focusing more on the drawings than the notes he should be looking at. He’ll probably end up asking to see more of your notes just to see more of your drawings and when you start getting suspicious he’ll be happy to let you know how much he likes your drawings and doodles and would love to see more.

Kuroko: He finds out about your art one day not through seeing it on his own but through hearing about it from others. You painted a piece as a gift for a friend and that friend went on to gush about how beautiful they thought it was in the class the next day, telling everyone about how they and hung it up in their room and stuff like that. He’d be interested in seeing your pieces and may bring it up the next time the two of you are together. When you end up showing him one of your paintings he’s really impressed by them. After you show him one of your pieces he would love to be there to see the process and will join you every so often when you’re painting just to watch you at work and spend some time with you while you’re creating your pieces.

Midorima: He finds out about your art when he stumbles across it online one day. He somehow found your online Behance portfolio and ended up looking through the gallery of digital paintings for quite a while. He’s interested in your pieces because he’s more familiar with traditional mediums so the fact that you use a digital medium makes him curious. He won’t bring it up to you on his own, figuring that you would share it with him when you’re ready. Despite this, he keeps up with your portfolio, making his own account just so he can follow you and give your pieces likes an support your work without you even knowing that he knows about it what a sneaky bitch.

Murasakibara: He walks in on you one day making a mess. He doesn’t say anything when he notices the canvas in front of you and realizes you’re working on something. There’s a canvas set in front of you with little bits and bobs already laid on top of it from you cutting and collaging a piece together. He’ll probably end up sitting with you and watch you work, and will even help you while you work, cutting out bits and pieces from the different magazines that you’ve already partially destroyed that he thinks that you may want to add to your piece. He finds that helping you out with your collaging is a nice way to just spend some time mindlessly cutting things out on his end so he’ll probably end up doing it often.

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Fem!Reader + Midorima Submission

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1:34am

It was Wednesday of the second week of May when he first met her. That day, Midorima’s luck was the highest.

‘Today Cancer has the most likelihood to achieving a most peaceful and enlightened state of mind. Nothing but a good day for you! Good luck to all you Cancer’s out there!’

And now, here she was, sprawled on the bed, beautifully naked, skin glowing against the light of the outside world.

He gently pulled the covers against her voluptuous figure, blushing slightly at the recollection of their raunchy actions just a few minutes ago.

Her breathing was steady as she laid there, on her stomach, sound asleep.

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GoM picking up their s/o (who attends a different school) after class?

Aomine Daiki: Aomine is almost always late to pick you up - probably due to oversleeping whilst bunking his last period at school - and most of the time you’re the one that’s waiting for him impatiently outside school. He’d grumble and act as if picking you up was the most troublesome thing he’d ever had to do, but from his behaviour upon greeting you - grabbing you firmly by the waist and crushing you against his chest in a tight hug - anyone can gather that it’s probably something he looks forward to the most each day.

Kise Ryouta: Kise has to sneak in through the back entrance of your school in order to pick you up, because the two of you would be going nowhere for the next two hours if anyone found out that the famous Kise Ryouta was in the area. He drops by whenever there isn’t basketball practise straight after school, despite you having insisted many times that it really isn’t necessarily to be picked up. 

Midorima Shintarou: Midorima doesn’t make a big deal out of picking you up after class, nor does he openly flaunt the fact that he’s your boyfriend. Most people end up mistaking him for your brother or a close childhood friend when he drops by - until they see him reach out to take your hand in his on the way home, when he thinks that no one is watching. 

Murasakibara Atsushi: Murasakibara genuinely considers walking to your school just to pick you up a lot of effort, but he does it anyway because seeing the way your face brightens up whenever you see him outside your school gates is worth the trouble of walking. He’s always leaning against the same wall, waiting for you, completely oblivious to the stares and glances that are being directed his way due to his height. Upon his insistence, the two of you often stop by the local convenience store for a quick snack before going home. 

Kuroko Tetsuya: Sadly enough, the majority of the students at your school don’t even seem to notice the fact that Kuroko is even there waiting outside the front gates, until you actually walk out to acknowledge him. He always greets you with a quick, soft peck on the cheek, before offering to carry your bag despite already looking like he’s got his hands full with all his basketball gear. 

Akashi Seijurou: You very quickly find out that it’s almost impossible trying to argue with Akashi - having actually lost track of the number of times you’ve told your boyfriend that not only is that picking you up in Mercedes Benz right outside school completely unnecessary, but also that it did absolutely nothing to help you settle in with the rest of your classmates. 

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『 Fem!Reader+Akashi pt.2 & pt.3 Submission 』

Ok, first thing’s first, you love Akashi, and I love him Akashi. But it’s tie between Akashi and Kise for me so I guess you probably love him more. LOL. Anyways, since this entire thing is about Akashi, and since you love him, I wanted to give plot/structure to that snippity thing I wrote but mostly I wanted to dedicate this to you as thank you for posting these thingies of mine. 

NOTE: this is LONG & I have a Kise one that’s even longer, but I’m hesitant on that one b/c it’s ending is angst. Idk, let me know if you’d want to read it.

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Akashi, Midorima, Aomine & Kagami risk being called 'whipped' to please their s/o?

[tl;dr - s/o asks them to jump and they say ‘how high?’]

Akashi Seijurou: You’re a little bit embarrassed at having to interrupt your boyfriend’s basketball practice when they’ve got a game in two weeks, but you’ve just received a text from your mother asking you to come home quickly to babysit your little brother. Meekly poking your head in through the gym doors, you manage to quickly catch his eye. 

“I’m sorry, Sei-kun, I have to head home right now - I can’t wait for you to finish today.” You apologise with a sigh, after explaining your situation. “Wait.” His eyes flicker to the windows. “It’s already quite dark outside. I’ll walk you home.”“Are you sure?” Flushing at how quickly you’ve brightened up, you quickly add, “But your basketball practice -”“- It’s fine. They can cope without me for one afternoon.”

Akashi asks you to wait for him at the school gates, because he doesn’t want you around to hear him threaten to give out punishment laps to anyone who comments on how quickly he was willing to ditch basketball practice for you. 

Midorima Shintarou: The face Midorima pulls when you request to curl and style his hair is one which borderlines disgust, and he’s very adamant at first about how he prefers his hair the way it currently is. However, after flashing him your most persuasive smile and promising that you (maybe) won’t make any silly requests like this again, he eventually relents.

“Which way do you think I should curl it, Midorima-kun?”“It doesn’t really matter.” The image of him being teased by Takao and the rest of his team is already being conjured up in Midorima’s mind. “Do whatever you wish, nanodayo.”

Aomine Daiki: “Huh? Why do I have to hold your bags while you go to the toilet? Take them yourself.” “What’s wrong with holding my shopping while you wait for me?” “People are gonna get the wrong idea.” He makes a low, frustrated noise in the back of his throat before pointing at the three bright, pink-striped bags that read VICTORIA’S SECRET. “Do I look like I wanna get roasted?”

You direct the most annoyed glare you can manage at him.“..Tch. Give ‘em here.”

Kagami Taiga: You’ve always been pretty forgetful when it comes to keeping track of when your next ‘time of the month’ is going to be, but luckily this time you’re still at home when it happens. 

“Taigaaaaa.” You’ve just come out from the bathroom, plonking down on the couch as you call out to him in a sing-songy voice. “Will you do me a favour?”“What’s up?” His head pops up over the kitchen counter, where he’s been putting something in the oven to cook. “Will you buy my sanitary products for me?”He pulls a face. “Seriously?”“Please?” You clutch your stomach. “I really don’t want to move anywhere right now.” 

Ten minutes later, you watch from the balcony Kagami strolling down the road with his hoodie up to the nearest pharmacy, off to buy a family pack of tampons for you on his own.

[unifixation]

@basketballbakas  MIDORIMA WITH CURLY HAIR

I REALLY DON’T KNOW IF HE LOOKS GOOD OR NOT

I’M SORRY

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IM CRYING THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING TO WAKE UP TO EVER

HE LOOKS SO SASSY

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DRAWING THIS

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gom + imayoshi gets all pouty cause they want a kiss?

Aomine Daiki: Lunch break is almost over, and you’ve pretty much spent the entire time with Aomine in his usual spot at school - the rooftop. You’re sitting up with your back leaning against the wall, and despite the fact that your boyfriend is lying almost with his head in your lap, you’re more engrossed in the biology textbook you know you have to revise from in order to have any chance at passing the exam next period. Aomine, on the other hand, has completely given up on trying to get your attention for the time being, having already been ignored over five times due to your intense last-minute revising. 

“Oi. ” When the bell rings, he reaches out to tug on your skirt before you can go anywhere, holding you down with a firm grip. Leaning in, his other hand taps his lips with a lazy smirk. “You’re not going anywhere until you apologise for ignoring me this whole time.”

Kise Ryouta: Usually it’s Kise who receives constant, sometimes even unwanted attention from the opposite sex, but on White Day, you’re surprised to find your locker relatively filled up with confession letters from the secret admirers you didn’t know existed. You throw each one in the bin after reading them, flattered that someone had taken the time to deliver such a lovely letter to you, but ultimately thinking nothing of it, due to already having a boyfriend. 

Kise, however, did not react as maturely as you did in regards to the situation. You find him next to your locker at the end of the day, arms crossed over his chest with a gruff expression on his face. An image of a large, blonde guard dog crosses your mind and you can’t help but giggle.

“How long have you been at my locker, Ryouta?” You manage to ask after your mini laughing fit dies down. He pouts. “It’s not like I’ve been guarding it or anything…” “Right.” You reply, opening your locker and blinking upon seeing another enclosed letter inside. Beside you, Kise’s expression visibly turns into a sulk. “Ne, ____-cchi,” You turn at the sound of your name, and jump back in surprise as Kise’s face is suddenly so close to yours, lips parted ever so slightly. “What are you doing?” You glance around quickly. “We’re still at school!”“I don’t care anymore,” He grumbles, reaching down to tilt your chin up. “I need to show everyone who ____-cchi belongs to.”

Midorima Shintarou: It’s quite rare for Midorima to be the one to initiate something like a kiss, and the shocked expression that spreads across his features when you pull away isn’t something you see everyday either. He quickly replaces it with his usual neutral expression. 

“Sorry, Shin-kun…” You explain, wincing at what bad timing it was. “I just ate garlic. My breath rreeeaaallllyyy smells right now.”Midorima’s eyebrows furrow. “It’s not like I’d care about something like that, nanodayo…” The corners of his lips actually curve down into a little frown.You can’t help but grin at the unusual face he’s pulling. “Do you really want me to kiss you?” He hesitates, before glancing away, adjusting his glasses. “I wouldn’t mind that, nanodayo…” 

Murasakibara Atsushi: “Ne, ____-chin, do I get a kiss now? I didn’t slack off this lesson…” You’re well aware of the fact that Murasakibara’s the type to make it very obvious when he wants something, but you can’t believe that he’d do something like this during class. 

“Not now, Atsushi,” You’re just glad that your PE teacher or any of your classmates didn’t seem to hear his request. Glancing up at him, your heart sinks as you see him press his lips together in a thin line - his typical way of letting you know that he’s unhappy with your response. “The PE lesson isn’t over yet.”

“Ehhh~” Mumbling, his cheeks puff out slightly as he stubbornly pouts. “What’s the point in putting effort in playing basketball in PE class if ____-chin won’t even give me a kiss…”

Realising that it was almost impossible trying to reason with him, you sigh in exasperation, before beckoning him to bend down. You have to rise on your tip-toes to quickly press your lips against his - but at least he’s no longer sulking when you pull away. 

Kuroko Tetsuya: You can’t help but feel guilty about the fact that you haven’t been able to spend much time with Kuroko lately, due to your after school club activities. Unluckily, the days where you’re off are the days when he has basketball practice, but it doesn’t stop him from trying to spend time with you.

“____-san, are you free after school today?” He asks, and you’re already shaking your head before the question has even fully left his lips. “…Oh, I see. Maybe some other day then.”“I’m so sorry, Tetsu-kun…” You’re almost tempted to ditch your club activity to hang out with your boyfriend, consequences be damned, but Kuroko, reading the hesitancy in your expression, steps forward and gently brushes his lips against your cheek, throwing you off guard.

“W-What -”“Go to your club activity, ____-san,” He still looks a little unhappy, but he’s smiling anyway. “I’ll wait for you. After all, you owe me a kiss in return.”

Akashi Seijurou: It was never your intention to annoy Akashi on the day of his birthday, but you had planned a surprise birthday party for him with Kuroko, inviting all of his old and current teammates and friends, and definitely did not want him finding out about it - thus leading to you denying him a morning kiss, trying to play it off as if you had no idea that it was a special day. He doesn’t say anything, but it’s clear that he was expecting something from the way his expression seems to fall ever so slightly. 

He only takes action later when he catches you frantically texting Kuroko, and reaches out to snap your phone shut, before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to him with a huff.“You’re being awfully cold today, ____.” You can’t see his face from your position, but there’s definitely distress in his voice. “I hope you haven’t forgotten that I’m the one you should focus your attention on.” 

Imayoshi Shoichi: Your friends have somehow convinced you to prove that you can go an entire day without speaking to - something that you’ll end up bashing your past self for agreeing to. He watches in amusement as you go out of your way to not interact with him, thinking that you wouldn’t be able to last long. You’re more stubborn than he thought, however, and by the end of the school day, his patience is starting to wear thin. 

Your first mistake is to walk around the school unaccompanied. Out of nowhere, Imayoshi slides an arm around you from behind, pulling you out from the hallway and into an empty classroom.

“Alright,” He brings his lips to your ear, nipping your earlobe gently and sending shivers down your spine. “I think you’ve had enough fun with this silly bet for today ~”

[juminss]

KNB + Teams

[imagining-with-knb]

akirinami I am so sad right now. So sad. (also there were no “i’m leaving the baby bc i cant do this” scenarios because i am a weak person pls forgive me)

Warnings: Death, lots of angst.

Kuroko: Kuroko stared at your lifeless body. He just stared. He didn’t move as the nurses become a flurry of action around him, some taking care of the baby, others trying to revive your partner. But Kuroko knew it was over. He could tell the minute that you’d given him that ethereal smile, and said his name, then had blown a kiss at the baby that had just left you. 

A nurse hesitantly approached him, touching his shoulder slightly to let him know of her presence. “Sir… would you like to see the baby?”

He turned towards the voice slightly, but still distracted. “Baby?” It was alive?

She nodded, giving him a small smile. “It’s a boy. He’s over there.”

And Kuroko turned. And he saw the child, sleeping peacefully. And he broke down into tears because here was a piece of you, a piece of him, still alive, breathing. He knelt next to the baby, and then he fell back to lean against the bed that you lay on. And he sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed. 

He’d take care of the baby himself, and pour all of his love into this little piece of you that was wrapped in a blanket.

Kagami: “Oi, ____! Are you that tired?” He yelled desperately, shaking your shoulders. “____! Go to sleep after you’ve seen your baby, idiot. Come on, come on, don’t shut your eyes. You need to be strong for the baby. ____!”

“You be strong for the baby, okay Taiga? For the both of us.” You said raspily, grinning stupidly as you saw the beauty that was your partner, getting blurrier and blurrier. You felt his tears hit your face, and you turned your head to see the baby, red, red just like his father. You couldn’t stop grinning. “’Night, Taiga. Give me my night time kiss.”

And he did, but it was a kiss filled with the saltiness of tears, and when he pulled away, you were asleep and he was screaming, screaming so loud and so long and he was so petrified. So scared of what he was going to do, living without you. 

“It’s a girl,” the doctor announced, finishing wiping down the baby, and wrapping her up in a bundle before setting her in a small bed. 

Kagami looked at the baby, still sobbing, still chanting your name. He bent over the screeching baby, and the both of them cried together. They’d do everything together, starting with this. 

Kise: You’d gotten startlingly quiet, and that’s when Kise started to panic. “Hey, ___-cchi, you’re really quiet. Don’t scare me. Say something.”

You made a slight hum, and Kise scrambled closer to you, ear next to your mouth, hands shaking so hard, feeling suddenly so very light headed. “Say that again, ___-cchi? Say it again. I didn’t hear you, ___-cchi, p-please, say it again!”

And he waited for what felt like a century before you took a deep breath and said, “I love you both”. Then you exhaled deeply. 

Kise became a stuttering mess, trying to shake you awake, and when that didn’t work, he grabbed the nearest nurse. “F-f-f-fix ____-cchi! Fix them! Fix them now! They’re not breathing, you’re a nurse, FIX THEM, FIX THEM IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE, please, I’ll g-give you anything please…”

And instead of fixing you, they handed Kise a bundle of warmth, a small child. “Wha… what… I…” 

“It’s a boy.” The nurse quietly supplied. 

And that’s the very moment the dams in Kise’s eyes broke, as well as his heart. He sat down on the bed, placed the crying baby in the crook of your unmoving arm, and screamed at the heavens for giving him this serene picture without the actual serenity, without the actual happiness the both of you had hoped for. 

Midorima: You’d smiled. You were in severe pain, but you took a moment to grin at him, give him a wink, and slowly say, “Love our baby for me as much as I love you and you love me”. And then you stopped moving. 

The only sound that filled the room was the crying of the baby, and the gentle cooing of the nurse as they cleaned the baby and wrapped what the doctor had informed him was a girl, in a blanket. 

“Time of death, 2:46 p.m.” The doctor announced quietly. 

And everything fell apart for Midorima. Tears streamed down his face in currents, as he grasped your hand, pressed it to his lips, and cried without a sound, collapsing next to your bed, barely even able to hold himself up. He slammed his fist down repeatedly on the mattress, trying his best to internalize the pain, but unable to help it leaking out from his eyes and his heart, and his very soul, the pain was so deep, so cutting, like a piece of him was cruelly removed without reason. 

The baby continued to cry, and after a few minutes, he lifted his head to see her lying there innocently, unaware of whatever was happening. You’d told him to love this baby as much as he loved you, and he’d do it. He would do it. He grasped at the sides of the baby crib, glasses useless now that they were blurred with his tears.

He would do it, he would do it, he would do it, he would do it–

Aomine: He wasted no time trying to keep his feelings inside. No. He raged and raged after you said your last “I love you” to him. Screaming, he turned to punch a wall, and he did so multiple times, until his knuckles were bloody and bruised, and the nurses finally managed to pull him away. 

“You should have saved them!” He turned abruptly towards the nurses who had stopped him from punching the wall. “What the fuck did you get your degrees for if you can’t even save their goddamn life? You useless pricks, you’re in it for the money, aren’t you? What the fuck is your use?” 

He didn’t wait for the nurse’s stuttered responses. Rather, he pushed past them and threw himself over you, bawling like there was no tomorrow. And there wasn’t. Not for you. “Come back to me, ____, don’t leave me! I’ll be better, I swear. I’ll make you breakfast in bed, I’ll massage your shoulders, I’ll stop sleeping on the floor while you vacuum just to annoy you! I promise! I’ll be better, please, ju-just don’t leave me, ______!”

The nurses and doctor had to leave Aomine there for nearly half-an-hour, because he refused to budge. When he finally lifted his head, the first thing his eyes landed on was the baby. A little baby boy that looked exactly like you. 

“Hey.” He whispered, still curled around you, but speaking to the baby. “Hey little guy. What are we gonna do, huh? We’re fucked without ____ here. I’ll tell you all about them. We met when…”

And he spent the rest of the night whispering stories to his new son about you. 

Murasakibara: He was silent. No tears fell. Nothing happened. He just stared at your lifeless form in shock as you placed one final kiss to his lips. 

He stumbled when the nurses carefully nudged him away so that they could try to revive you. Every noise suddenly became amplified. Every light source suddenly became brighter. His head became lighter. And then he crashed. 

When he woke up, he was in a chair, his head ached, and your face had been covered with a white blanket. There was no one else there, so what was that noise?

Crying. The baby. The baby the baby oh god no, no, where was ____, where was ____, why weren’t you shaking him awake, admonishing him for sleeping in such inconvenient places, no, no, you couldn’t be–

He fell out of the chair, stumbled, taking an end table down with him in a crash. But he didn’t stop, he crawled to you, and flipped the white sheet off of you. You were sleeping, you were sleeping, sleeping, just slee–

There was no air coming from your nostrils. Your chest wasn’t moving up and down and there was still that crying, so much crying, why was the baby crying, ____–

And then he was yelling, shaking your shoulder as if he were a child trying to wake his parent up after a bad dream. “Please, please, ____, please, please, please…” his voice cracked, and the lack of response told him all he needed to know. 

The baby was still crying. Still crying. Why wouldn’t anyone take care of his little girl…

It was his little girl, his, his, he had to take care of her, he was going to take care of her, b-because she w-was h-his–

Akashi: He figured he was cursed. As he watched the life drain from your eyes, the only thing he could repeat to himself was that he was cursed. He was cursed. He was cursed. 

And he must have looked rather cold, as he stared at your body without blinking, without any outward expression. Maybe it was because he was a monster. Was he a monster? Only monsters were cursed. He was cursed. He was cursed. He was certain he was cursed. 

He felt he definitely was someone who deserved it, he thought, as he put a hand out when a nurse tried to cover your beautiful, sleeping face with a white sheet. He deserved it because he liked to torture. But it was himself. He liked to torture himself. He wanted to torture himself with your face, with your motionless face as his baby cried in a corner. He wanted himself to bleed on the inside, in his heart, because ultimately, all this was his fault. He was practically a murderer. He put this baby inside you. He was at fault. He should be there motionless. Not you, never you. 

The baby continued to cry, and he turned to a nurse with a blank expression. “Why is it crying?”

“He’s crying because he needs to be held.” The nurse supplied, looking extremely sympathetic. He didn’t want her sympathy. 

Approaching the baby, he carefully picked him up and stared at him. Going to a chair, he sat down. “You need to be held?”

The baby continued to cry. 

“I also need to be held. If ____ was here, they would’ve held me.” He felt saying this was useless, but he couldn’t stop himself. “We’re both to blame for this, aren’t we? More so me, than you. Mostly me. It’s me. I’m to blame. I took away your chance at a normal life. Th-this is my fault. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Pl-please forgive me, forgive me, forgive me.”

And the tears finally fell, stunning the baby into silence. He brought the baby up to his chest, as if putting him there could heal the wound in his heart. And he couldn’t stop apologizing. He’d never stop apologizing. 

[imagining-with-knb]

Why do you have to go ripping out my heart and stomping on it because oh my god that child birth one where s/o is dying made me cry T-T it was soooo goooodddd so may I request some fluff? So flash forward, GOM + Kagami tells a story to their child about a memorable event between them and their s/o? I guess the child is just curious because he/she have not even had the chance to meet their mother. Please stitch my heart back up with your amazing writing ;u; please and thank you >u<

writing the child birth scenario made me super sad as well LOL. THIS IS NICE I AM EXCITED TO WRITE THIS.

In case you’re unaware, this is the angsty childbirth scenario (death tw btw) that our dear Lily is referring to.

Note: the children are all five years old. Also, the s/o is referred to as a “mother”, as requested. 

Kuroko: “Otouuu-san! The teacher didn’t see you again!” Kuroko’s son Haru giggled, gripping his dad’s fingers tightly as they walked home. “You’re like a ninja!”

Kuroko huffed a soft laugh, tilting his head to the side to peer down at Haru. “Only your okaa-san was able to find me right away, y’know.”

“Was Okaa-san a ninja too?” Haru asked with wide unblinking blue eyes.

Kuroko shook his head. “No, they weren’t a ninja. But they always seemed to be able to see me.”

“Like how!”

“Well…” Kuroko squinted his eyes as he thought hard, but then brightened with a small grin when he remembered a perfect example. “Once, when your mother and I were on a date–”

“OOOOH, Otou-san went on a daaaaate, and you kiiiiissed,” Haru cut him off, making loud kissy noises.

Kuroko rolled his eyes at his son, chucking. “Yes, yes. Otou-san kissed your okaa-san.”

“Ewww!” Haru shrieked, covering his eyes with his free hand, even though there wasn’t anything yucky to see.

“Anyway,” Kuroko said pointedly, and Haru piped down immediately (but a few giggles slipped through here and there), lowering his hand. “So we were on a date. We went to this huge event, I can’t remember what it was for. But there was a very large crowd. We accidentally got separated–”

“Okaa-san shoulda held Otou-san’s hand like me!” Haru said proudly, raising their linked hands.

“Yeah, you’re right Haru. But we didn’t. So we were pulled apart, and I was trying to find your okaa-san because I knew that they wouldn’t find me. But a few seconds later, I see your okaa-san standing on a very big fountain, waving at me with both their hands.”

“Like this?” Haru let go of Kuroko’s hand and waved his arms wildly.

Kuroko nodded. “Exactly. Even in that very large crowd, your okaa-san was able to find me! It made me really happy.”

“I can find you too! Like Okaa-san! I’m like Okaa-san, then, right?” Haru asked, threading their fingers together tightly and then looking up at his father with an expectant expression.

Kuroko’s eyes crinkled when he smiled widely. “Yes you are.”

Kagami: Kagami was indebted to Alex in more ways than one. Why? Well, besides teaching him and his brother core basketball skills and being a cool-ass mother figure to the both of them, she also instilled within them another necessary skill: hair braiding.

“'Tou-san, are you done yet?” Ai asked, twiddling her little fingers in her lap.

Kagami grunted around a mouth full of hair pins. Ai sighed.

Another five minutes later, Kagami was finally done. He proudly held the mirror up for her inspection. “Whaddya think, eh, Ai?”

Ai seriously turned her head from left to right, appraising the work. Then, she gave a decisive nod and stood up to wrap her arms around Kagami’s neck. “It’s great, thanks ‘Tou-san.”

“Cool, that means I can go watch my show now? Wanna come?” he asked, sitting up, groaning when some of his joints popped.

“’Kay!” Ai said cheerfully, and skipped alongside her dad as he took two long strides to the couch and settled down. She climbed into his lap and waited patiently for him to click on the TV. While Kagami flipped through channels, Ai piped up again. “'Tou-san… y’know, I was talkin’ to Shika-chan and she said her ‘Kaa-san braids her hair. Did my ‘Kaa-san braid my hair too?”

Kagami was caught off guard by the question, and he fumbled with the remote, almost dropping it if not for his quick reflexes. “Well, no, they didn’t get the chance to. But,” he shifted Ai on his lap so that they were snuggled closer. “When you were in your ‘kaa-san’s tummy, ‘Kaa-san was always trying out weird hairstyles out on me when I wasn’t paying attention.”

Ai gasped. “Why!”

Kagami wasn’t able to hold back his laughter at the memory very well. “Because they said that when you came out of the their tummy, they were gonna make you so pretty every day. That’s why I make your hair nice every morning before school. If your ‘kaa-san saw that I wasn’t, they’d kick my a– butt. They’d kick my butt.”

“Yeah they would.” Ai nodded seriously. “'Kaa-san was smart. They planned ahead. They told me that if you didn’t make my hair pretty, I would have to kick your butt for them.”

“Haah?” Kagami scoffed. “When did they tell you that!”

“When I was in their tummy!” Ai argued.

“Li-ar,” Kagami sang, tickling Ai’s sides. “You just wanna find a reason to fight me.”

“N-no!” Ai gasped out between loud bursts of laughter. “You weren’t there, you wouldn’t know!”

Kagami stopped when he noticed the theme song of his show beginning to play. He quickly placed a light kiss on his daughter’s forehead. “Fine, you and your ‘kaa-san had a secret club without me. Hmph. So lucky.”

Kise: Kise stood on his tiptoes on the ladder, reaching his hand out as far as it would go.

“You can do it, ‘Tou-chan! Reach farther!” cheered Kise’s darling angel of a son.

“I’m trying, Miyuki-cchi! You really got the ball stuck far. I still don’t understand how you were able to get the ball stuck up here. It’s not like we were playing soccer,” Kise grunted, shaking the sweat out of his eyes.

“I’m a podidgy!” Miyuki yelled happily.

“Podidgy?” Kise mumbled to himself, confused. What was tha– oh, prodigy. “Yeah you are!”

Eventually, his fingertips brushed the orange ball and it tipped, hitting four branches before bouncing to the ground. 

“Hooray!”

“Hooray!” Kise echoed. 

When Kise managed to climb down, he saw Miyuki staring up at the top of the tree with a thoughtful look. “What are you looking at?” Kise also stared up at the tree, squinting at it. Was there another ball that got stuck?

“Maybe Mama is stuck in the tree as well,” Miyuki said, completely serious. He was mimicking Kise’s squinty-eyed expression. 

Kise barked out a surprised laugh, and Miyuki’s mouth twisted down in displeasure at the sound. “I’m not making a joke, ‘Tou-chan.”

Crouching down to be eye-level with his son, he shook his head. “No, Miyuki-cchi, your mama isn’t up there.”

Miyuki’s expression fell, eyes beginning to take on a defeated quality. That was not a look a five year old should have been wearing. Quickly, Kise fell onto his back, pulling Miyuki down with him so that the both of them were lying in the grass facing the tree. 

“But once Mama did get stuck in a tree, y’know,” Kise said, and he smiled in relief when Miyuki giggled. “They were trying to compete against me, to see who could climb the highest. I went re-a-a-ally far, but your mama went even farther, to the very top, and then realized that they were scared of heights.”

“Haha! That’s so silly!” 

“Your mama was a very silly person. But very cute as well.”

“Am I cute?” Miyuki angled his face up to give Kise a wide-eyed stare.

Kise’s heart clenched at how perfect his son was, and he aggressively cuddled him, nuzzling his face into Miyuki’s hair. “Of course, you’re my perfect copy!”

Midorima: “Your lucky item for the day is an onion, Yoshi, go and get one,” Midorima said, clicking off the T.V. 

“Okay, Otou-san!” Yoshi agreed, and scrambled up to head to the kitchen and hunt down an onion. 

Midorima busied himself with packing his briefcase for the day. There was his lunch, his files about his patients, paperwork to be done, and his blessedly small lucky item: a kangaroo doll. 

“Got it!” Yoshi announced, holding up her onion like it was a trophy. 

Midorima patted her head as he walked past her towards the front of the house. “Good. Get your backpack, you don’t want to be late.”

Yoshi ran off to get her bag, then walked back to put her shoes on. Midorima bit back a smile of pride– she was finally able to wear shoes without help from Midorima in getting them on. Once Yoshi gave the okay, the two walked out to the car. 

Midorima usually liked to drive in silence, but the next best thing was listening to classical music. Today, they were listening to Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto # 2, Yoshi’s personal favourite. In the middle of it all, Yoshi spoke up. 

“What was Okaa-san’s sign?”

Midorima nearly swerved the car into a ditch. He cleared his throat. “What?”

“What was Okaa-san’s sign?” Yoshi repeated patiently, kicking her legs a little while she waited. 

“U-um, it was ____,” he answered, and held his breath. For what, he didn’t know. 

“Do you think they have their lucky item where they are?” she asked. 

Midorima felt his chest become heavy at the idea of Yoshi worrying about whether her mother was safe, but did his best to keep his composure. “Of course they do, I make sure to check what their lucky item is every day, and then that way, Okaa-san knows what it is and can get it.”

Somehow, he felt pressured to keep talking. “I used to bring Okaa-san her lucky item every day, and once, it was a puppy. It almost peed on her, but I pushed the puppy away from her in time.”

Yoshi nodded in approval, “Good job keeping Okaa-san safe, Otou-san.”

He bit back a laugh, and glanced at his daughter through the rearview mirror. “Thank you, Yoshi.”

Aomine: “Oi, Eiji, what’s next on the list?” Aomine said, pushing the grocery cart down the canned foods aisle. 

“I dunno, ‘Tou-chan, I can’t read!” Eiji explained, staring hard at Aomine’s nearly illegible handwriting as he speed-walked on his small legs, trying to keep up. “alpees?”

“Apples,” Aomine corrected. He turned the cart towards the fresh produce section. “And yeah you can read, kid, don’t say that. People will think I’m neglecting you.”

“Like Satsuki-nee?”

Aomine scrunched his nose in distaste and scoffed, “Satsuki-nee can’t tell a horse’s face from its ass, what does she know?”

“OO-OOHHH ‘TOU-CHAN SAID  AAAAASSSS,” Eiji bellowed, and Aomine shushed him in horror, sideglancing a mom who made a ‘tch’ noise at him. 

“Hey ‘Tou-chan?” Eiji asked a few minutes later after his giggle fit at Aomine  being scolded by a grandma subsided. 

Aomine tossed the apples into the cart. They bounced off of the eggs, making Aomine wince. He’d replace the carton, just in case. “What now, brat?”

“What does my name mean?”

Aomine blanched. He knew he’d have to have this conversation one day, but he hadn’t mentally prepared himself for such an abrupt attack. “I-It, uh… it means, um, second son.”

Eiji furrowed his brows. “But I don’t have a nii-chan.”

Aomine started tossing some tangerines into a bag, so as to keep himself from blushing. “I-I know. Uh, I kinda made a mistake. I liked the name, but I forgot to check what it meant.”

Eiji thumped his forehead with the palm of his hand and sighed wearily. “This is why I hafta take care of you, ‘Tou-chan. I shoulda picked the name. I’d name myself something that made sense.”

Aomine raised a brow. “Like what?”

“Like, Crasher.”

Aomine nodded understandingly. “Makes sense.”

“Did ‘Kaa-chan wanna name me Eiji too?”

Laughing, Aomine shook his head. “Your ‘Kaa-chan would’ve named you something sensible.”

“Like Crasher?”

“Exactly. They were always taking care of me like you do. Like, once I almost fell asleep while waiting for food to boil, and they woke me up before I burned it all.”

“They probably had better writing than you too.”

“HEY, when did you become so cheeky?”

Murasakibara: In all honestly, Murasakibara was terrified of his daughter for the first few years of her life. She was just so small, and he’d admit, he’d dropped her a few times. He’d almost died. But now, he’d realized that Chiyo was essentially a purple haired monkey and he let her do what she wanted. 

On one particular summer afternoon, when the two of them were lounging around eating popsicles while watching Chiyo’s current favourite anime (he didn’t like the main character, but Chiyo said she would watch his favourite anime with him if he watched this), Chiyo said, “I like Azuza-chin’s ‘kaa-san, she makes yummy food.”

Murasakibara nodded. “Yeah, she’s the only character I like in the show.”

Chiyo rolled her eyes and decided to climb up on Murasakibara’s shoulders to hang out there, resting her chin on his head. “Did my ‘Kaa-san cook good food?”

Absently, he nodded. “Of course, why would I have a kid with them if they didn’t cook? You gotta have priorities when you look for a partner, Chi-chin.”

She hummed, seemingly in thought. On screen, Azuza did something stupid again. “See, Azuza-chin is a loser,” Murasakibara pointed out, as he had done many times in the past. 

“Shush ‘Tou-san, Azuza-chin is nice. Also, what priorities do I hafta have when I look for someone?”

Murasakibara shrugged, tousling Chiyo. “I dunno, what do you like?”

“I like to eat,” Chiyo said, and Murasakibara nodded in agreement. “I like to build stuff, and I like kicking that stupid Natsuo-chin in the head–”

“Heeey, Chiyo-chiin, you can’t do that,” Murasakibara cut in, pulling Chiyo down from his shoulders so that he could look her in the eye, “Natsuo-chin’s ‘Kaa-san got mad at me for that. What an angry little woman.”

Chiyo crossed her arms, “He thinks he’s smarter than me!”

Murasakibara shook his head, “Don’t beat him up with your body, Chi-chin, beat him up with your words. That way, he doesn’t have proof when he tells on you.” 

“Would ‘Kaa-san tell me to do that too?” Chiyo asked, mimicking Himuro’s words when he was scolding Murasakibara about parenting.

He rolled his eyes. “No, they would say to be kind to Natsuo-chin and say mean things to him in your head. Then draw a mean picture at home. They did that once, when they had a bad coworker. Drew a huuuge picture of them looking like a pig. It was so funny, we almost framed it.”

Chiyo furrowed her brows. “I think Muro-Oji-chan would yell at them for that too.”

Akashi: Akashi felt like he had the most rambunctious child in the world. He had recently gotten into a new phase, after learning about superheros, and was now punching everything. It didn’t help that Tadashi’s punching range was at about crotch level. 

“Otou-san, look, I can fly!” Tadashi yelled from on top of a cabinet– oh holy shit, how did he get up there?”

“Tadashi, wait!” Akashi yelled as he shot out of his seat grabbed Tadashi from mid-air. Tadashi laughed, pleased.

Akashi huffed, relieved that he’d caught him in time. “Tadashi, why would you jump from so high?”

“I knew you’d catch me though!”

He stared at his son, perplexed. “But you know that it’s unsafe. How could you be certain that I’d catch you?”

Tadashi shrugged, wiggling in his arms to get Akashi to put him back on the ground. “I’m right about everything.”

Akashi sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Play with me!” Tadashi waved a cape at him, as if it was something enticing.

Akashi waved helplessly at the stacks of paper on his desk. “But who’s going to do all this?”

“No one!” Tadashi cheered, running around. 

Deciding he did need a break anyway, Akashi spent the next half-hour playing as the villain to Tadashi’s superhero. After Akashi– hair tousled and cheeks red from the exertion– announced that it was time for him to go back to work, Tadashi pouted. 

“It would be easier if Okaa-san was here right?” he said, not sadly, but in a subdued tone.

Akashi didn’t know what to say. Of course it would be easier, but he didn’t want Tadashi to feel as if he was a burden or something of the sort. “Well, Okaa-san was always helping me. Sometimes, when I would work too long, Okaa-san would come into my office and would throw small balls at me until I did something with them.”

“So, I’m right, aren’t I. I’m always right. It’s okay, don’t worry Otou-san, I’ll throw things at you until you play with me too.”

Akashi kneeled down next to Tadashi to give him a hug, chuckling. “I’m so lucky. Thank you, Tadashi.”

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TITLE:  Faking It 

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)

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warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

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‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”

Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”

(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.

“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”

3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.

3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.

4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”

(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.

Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.

5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.

She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.

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TITLE: The Things You Do For Love

IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) getting into a fight and her doing something for him that she hates. 

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She stepped inside the compound, the brown bag held tightly in her hands. (Y/N) took a deep breath and opened the door. She locked eyes with the Avengers, minus the one that she was looking for. “Where is he?”

Tony gestured towards the door to the gym, “Might want to not go in there. He’s in a bit of a mood.”

(Y/N) sighed and walked towards the kitchen counter. “Tell me about it.”

“What happened?”

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