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party hard ten replies in less than 24 hours on aomine pls love me as i drag myself to bed and die.

Please don’t die for points - But well done. You have gotten your point~

- Mod. J.

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[ariettadove-blog]

☼

☼ … to finding out that yours is in charge of the party’s theme

"Is this the party? The, uhm, Ball of Gumball Extravaganza?” Struggling to read the title on the direction paper, the florist readjusted the pastel-colored delivery in her arms, before looking up to affirm with the taller teenager.

Aomine Daiki’s shoulders sagged even further at the title. “You know, when someone says ball, you’d obviously think of a basketball right? At least, some sort of sport theme, not this,” at that, he waved an arm towards the colorful decor that was currently being set up, “…sugary shit.”

"Kobato doesn’t think it’s half bad!"

"Not for kids like you."

"That’s just assuming! Kobato is already seventeen and working!"

"Hey, a kid’s a kid."

"On the other hand, I can’t imagine what a basketball themed party would look like."

"You can’t? I can, and it doesn’t take much imagination."Aomine sighed contently, giving a slow shake of a head before signing the delivery slip and accept the girl's delivery.

[perfectcopyssu]

It's My Birthday

    Today was a very important day. It wasn't just every day that a person turned nineteen, after all ~ A certain blond model was in high spirits from the moment he opened his eyes when the glare of the morning sun filtered through his curtains and beckoned him awake. Even when his hair absolutely refused to allow him to tame it, Ryouta could not bring himself to be too upset. 

   There was only one thing missing, and that was the usual enthusiastic well wishes of his family. He missed them quite a bit, and almost began to sulk about the lack of fawning compliments on his special day (the usual influx of mentions on Twitter from his fans didn't exactly count, though they were greatly appreciated) when he realized that there was one way to curtail his loneliness. 

[TEXT] Aominecchi: Good morning, Aominecchi! ヾ(＾∇＾) [TEXT] Aominecchi: Today's my birthday! (∩_∩) In case you forgot~ (⌒▽⌒)☆ [TEXT] Aominecchi: We should celebrate! (^____^)/ [TEXT] Aominecchi: I'm coming over! （*＾ワ＾*）

    Ryouta didn't give his surly friend any time to respond to any of the messages he'd sent out in quick succession, merely giving himself a thorough once over before heading off to the apartment a floor below his -- (Hey, he still needed to look good in the public eye!) 

     "Aominecchi~! It's meeee~" the blond called in a sing-song voice as he knocked smartly on the door, smiling brightly at a random passersby, continuing to knock and wait for his presence to be acknowledged. If he didn't, he knew there was a high chance he'd just be ignored. 

[redkingrules-blog]

♔ α кιиg σи тнє ¢συят ♔

    There were a few places that Mikoto had never expected to find himself, and Primavera Apartments was one of them. 

    He'd been there on business, and he really couldn't leave fast enough. It wasn't that the apartments were shoddy or anything like that (even if they were, he probably wouldn't have noticed, anyway), it was simply the fact that there were so many people lurking about and making an unprecedented amount of noise. The redhead was never fond of areas were large crowds gathered, and he was even less fond of those that couldn't shut the hell up and let peace settle. When he exited the building and finally stood in the sun, he took a deep stabilizing breath and willed the tension to leave his body, tilting his head back ever so slightly to allow the wind to caress his face.

   Mikoto had developed a headache, as usual. They plagued him more often than not these day.

   "...Hm?" An unusual sound attracted his attention, the monotonous rhythm of an object hitting pavement at a high speed interesting enough to warrant an investigation. 

  Hands anchored deep in his pockets, he strolled around the side of the building at a sluggish pace, almost instantly spotting the source of the noise. A young man that appeared to be of a height with the redhead stood on a basketball court, lazily shooting hoops -- and never once missing his mark. Mikoto observed him silently for several long minutes, uncaring whether his presence was noted or appreciated. He's good. The approval was unknowingly voiced out loud, quietly enough that it might have been missed unless one was standing right next to him. 

  Making up his mind, he stepped forward onto the court, and questioned, "You play...? How 'bout some one-on-one."

  The activity might help ease the tightly sprung coil deep within him that threatened to release in as violent a manner as possible. 

[frosted-solitude]

accidents || aomine x yukine

└{start} "Ow! What was that?" Yukine exclaimed as he got hit on the face with a basketball, knocking him to the ground. Well, it was natural to see basketballs in this place, after all, this was the gym, but why would someone but so clumsy enough to hit him?

He saw a tan, blue haired male walk towards him. Judging by the location he came from and the clothes he was wearing, he was probably the one who threw the basketball.

"Excuse me? I think you lost this." Yukine said, clearing his throat.

[darkflamexmaster]

it's mine, but it's yours at the same time || Aomine + Yuuta

- He was just trying to watch his movie in peace.

However, he couldn't do it when someone kept stealing their drink. At first, he thought it was an honest mistake and shrugged it off, but when it kept on happening, Yuuta started getting pissed. It was his drink, and this man had no right to keep on drinking it. However, he couldn't yell in the theatre, so for now, he started nudging the person, thinking that he would stop.

But it didn't stop. Eventually, Yuuta got so mad that he lost his cool and yelled at the person, right in the middle of the movie.

"Hey! Stop sipping out of my drink! You didn't pay for it, did you?"