here we fuckin GO: The Soliloquy of Aomine Daiki’s So-Called Love Life, they say the line is thin, aokaga lifeguard au, domestic FTM aokaga because fuck yeah, Pro Bono, 'a mere shadow' in aokuro, skater AND garage band aokagakuro AUs, and also Eskimo Brothers,,,
SOASCLL
it was just supposed to be an AoKaga oneshot about the boys being awkward and getting together and Aomine having an internal crisis the entire time, but it fizzled out about halfway through bc I didn’t really have a direction to take it in I was mostly just riffing.
Excerpt:
Bottom line, there was something about a guy saying “I hate you,” with his mouth and “you're beautiful,” with his eyes that created a category that probably shouldn't exist between “bitter rival” and “um... crush?” and pulled a word of strangled acceptance unbidden and immediately from Aomine's throat. And in the days following that massive moment, and the tiny spell of relief and mutual agreement that had come after... absolutely nothing of note happened.
He felt like something... kind of should've happened. Like in one of those shoujo romance novels where new lovers fall into each other’s arms amid a swirling pink flurry of hearts and roses. That kind of thing. But no, after that earth-shattering split-second that had thrilled and terrified them both, and probably rearranged the fucking cosmos in its wake, life... just seemed to go on as normal. The sun still came up in the morning, and went down at night; the world kept on turning, none the wiser to the extraordinary phenomenon that should have shaken it to its core.
they say the line is thin
I straight-up wanted to write something twisted, it’s been such a long time since I’ve tortured these boys... so I started a oneshot in which Aomine chokes Kagami during sex... and not in the kinky way.
Excerpt: (cw: implied choking)
Something twists in Aomine’s chest, seeing him like that, some desperately childish ache that’s so strong and pure it’s almost hideous. His eyes begin to sting as it clenches thick and toxic in his guts, tightening like a noose as he shudders for breath. He can barely see straight.
His hands are shockingly dark on Kagami’s skin, and they’re even darker on his neck, large enough to fit perfectly around it, the tips of his thumbs kissing over the slope of his trachea. His fingers are folded snug against the curve of his spine, just cradling him, just feeling the weight of his head as it lifts away from the mattress. His glistening chest rises and falls at irregular intervals, his eyes are closed, and he’s so fucking beautiful that it can’t be real. It shouldn’t be.
lifeguard AU
I’ve wanted to write a silly, tropey AoKaga lifeguard oneshot for ages... they say write what you know, right?
the only content I’ve ever seen for this AU is one person pining for the hot lifeguard, or being rescued by them, I’ve never seen anyone write rival lifeguards, and as an ex-lifeguard I can attest that this was definitely a thing that existed. at my job people would mark X’s on their visors for every save they made, and that was something that could get really competitive, which explains this dialogue snippet I have drafted.
Excerpt:
“Fuck you, chain riding doesn’t count.”
Kagami’s glaring at Aomine’s face, at his downcast eyes beneath the soaking wet fringe of his hair, instead of the Sharpie he’s holding in one hand, but he knows he’s not about to correct his mistake.
“It so does count,” Aomine says, putting his visor firmly back on his head, two new X’s added bold and black to the fading, ever-lengthening row along the brim. He crosses his arms over his chest.
“It was one save.”
“It was two people!”
domestic FTM AoKaga
idk I need more FTM Kagami in my life... I only have the beginning bit of this one written out, and I probably need to rework it, it’s pretty old and it’s pure fluff.
Excerpt:
“I get that it was urgent and all, but next time can you try not to break my face? I like my face.”
Kagami came willingly enough, and planted a light, apologetic kiss on his temple, “I like your face, too.”
On rare occasions, he got to watch Aomine totally melt. His shoulders would drop, his frown would soften, and even his eyes would seem to simply relax and brighten up… and then he would ruin it by opening his mouth, every time.
“Hmm... that’s pretty gay, man.”
“Both of your hands are on my ass right now,” Kagami pointed out.
Pro Bono
ok but just think about Aomine and Kagami as rival lawyers... angry snarky boys in suits... inadvisable after-hours courtroom sex with ties still on... come on.
I bounced this idea off my friend Sam and we thought it’d be hilarious if the firm is owned by Kagami’s dad, and at some point Aomine grabs the wrong ass on accident. Then later comments that Kagami has the same ass as his dad and Kagami’s like “how the fuck do you know that??” “mistakes were made, that’s how.”
the main thing holding me back from writing this AU is I have no idea how courts work or what the daily lives of attorneys are like, I need to binge-watch some SVU for research purposes or something.
a mere shadow
I was inspired by Smokey310’s What are we drinking anyway for this idea. basically a oneshot in which Aomine is at a party and pining over Kuroko/regretting things gone wrong between them. he runs into Mayuzumi there, and is just drunk and miserable enough to decide he’s an acceptable substitute for the time being. Mayuzumi’s working through issues of his own (Akashi-related) and decides to humor him; they make out and possibly do other things that are not a good idea for people dealing with a recent heartache.
heavy aesthetic skater AU
this is a recent idea so it doesn’t have an outline or anything yet, but... I just wanna write more AoKagaKuro getting up to shenanigans, I’ve been bombarded with a lot of skater content on my dash lately, and I wanna write more short, atmospheric fics that have a specific tone and “feel” to them, ya know? this one would be like... pure 90′s urban grunge and skate park aesthetic, flannels and Vans and crowding on railings together to watch the streetlights come on as the sun sets... that kinda thing.
garage band AU
on the subject of AoKagaKuro shenanigans... I’ve seen professional band AU done (usually with the entire GoM) but imagine for a moment if you will my friends... indie startup Soundcloud band with three members, only one of whom can actually sing (it’s Kuroko), the other two are super competitive guitar players who get in each other’s faces and throw in the occasional backup vocals when they aren’t throwing things at each other. imagine the late-night recording sessions, crashing on each other’s couches and sharing headphones. imagine one of the two resident dumbasses trying to download an mp3 file and it turns out all choppy and corrupted, and they all argue about whether it sounds better that way. imagine the “found sound” percussion (most definitely involving Aomine slapping Kagami’s ass like a tambourine) I just want this concept to exist okay it’s self-indulgent af but it gives me so much joy.
Eskimo Brothers
okay so... here’s my urban dictionary entry for the day, courtesy of my ex-coworker and very own Eskimo brother Moon.
Eskimo brothers (n.) two or more people who have, separately and/or coincidentally, had a sexual encounter with the same individual.
this trope could honestly feature in any of my AoKagaKuro concepts, or it could get a separate fic of its own, and I’m a little undecided on the combination (most likely Aomine and Kagami both slept with Kuroko, but I could also see it going another way). I don’t have an actual... plot? of any kind for this idea but I just love the thought of it existing and would love to write it someday.
Seven gets trapped in a pitfall with Twelve, due to Twelve's foolishness. How did it happen? How do they fare? When Ten happens to wander by an hour later, do they get rescued or does Ten end up getting trapped too?? -Van
Aomine gets trapped in a pitfall with Mayuzumi, due to Mayuzumi’s foolishness. How did it happen? How do they fare? When Kise happens to wander by an hour later, do they get rescued or does Kise end up getting trapped too??
Heh heh.
Kise squinted into the darkness. “Aominechi?” he called. “Mayuzumi? Are you two down there? Is that you?”
"That’s -san to you, you stupid-" Mayuzumi muttered without raising his voice.
"Yeah, we’re here," said Aomine. He didn’t look up, lying on his stomach reading. Well. With his eyes on printed material.
Kise squinted even more and lifted his phone, trying to angle the completely unnecessary flashlight. “Are you two reading smutty books?” he demanded.
Mayuzumi let his book fall one inch, just enough to look at Kise over the top. The cover for this volume, unfortunately, was very smutty. Mayuzumi stood by his choices in reading material, but not always their choices in cover art. Mayuzumi did not understand how Kise Ryouta was unable to recognize a 192cm Aomine Daiki but perfectly capable of eyeballing the novel’s cover from over three meters up.
"How did you get down there?" said Kise, after a sufficiently awkward silence had passed.
Mayuzumi rapidly considered and discarded several forms of sarcasm. “We fell in,” he said. He refused to say any more.
"Why aren’t you just reading on the roof with Kurokochi and Midorimachi and Akashi- actually, what am I saying," Kise cut himself off. "DO YOU WANT TO COME UP?" he yelled suddenly, despite their conversation up until now having been conducted at normal volume.
"No," said Aomine.
"I could go get someone and we could get you guys out!" Kise said, ridiculously pleased with himself for coming up with the plan ‘going for help’.
"You could," Mayuzumi said shortly. "I’m not finished yet."
"I’m not done either," said Aomine, peacefully turning a page.
"Alright!" said Kise, and punched a fist into the air. "Just hold on, I’ll be back! And take this, too! Hold on guys!"
"What… does he expect us to do with that?" said Mayuzumi, looking at Kise’s photobook, which had narrowly missed braining Touou’s forward.
"Make a fire," said Aomine, and turned another page.
"It’s June," said Mayuzumi. In fact, he had taken off his vest and folded it behind his back to make a pillow. It was much more comfortable. Aomine Daiki, in a thin tank top with his muscles bulging everywhere and his total lack of exertion, looked ready to take a nap on the dry earth bottom of the pit.
"I didn’t say we were going to do it," said Aomine. He had reached the end of his pamphlet finally, which was amazing considering that thing only had four printed pages. He looked up and contemplated Mayuzumi. "Hey, you got any boobs in that?"
"No," said Mayuzumi, but Aomine Daiki was standing up now, and eyeing the older boy with a look that annoyingly reminded Mayuzumi of Akashi. Maybe he had turned Kise away too soon.
