Genre: Sfw, Slice Of Life.

genre: sfw, slice of life.

characters: kagami taiga, midorima shintaro, aomine daiki, fem!reader.

a/n: nothing, this was just so so funny to write i was laughing so hard at imagining the actual scenes, the user that send this ask is going to heaven for making us laugh so much. also, i want to remind you guys that the ask box is still open, so if you have any headcanon (wether smut or not) feel free to send it and i’ll work on it!

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you just saw this new trend on sns where peoples calls their boyfriends and girlfriends with other names, the reactions were so funny and entertaining that it made you want to try it with your boyfriend.

kagami taiga:

you and kagami were spending time at maji burger after school, he was talking about what happened during practice while munching on his hamburger from time to time.

you glanced carefully at him pondering when was the right time to pull the prank on him, you were trying so hard to not giggle or even laugh at the thought.

he had just said something about how “that bastard of kuroko keeps bringing his damn dog at practice” and how he couldn’t bare the presence of that four legged furball.

you genuinely laughed because you did found hilarious and cute the aversion taiga has for nigou and then placing an elbow on the table leaning forward to place your chin on your palm you smiled eagerly and brightly.

“your fear of dogs is so cute yusuke.”

“it is not cu–”

here it comes!

you press your lips together to not laugh and watch at him quizzically, as to ask why did he stop halfway.

kagami has froze on spot staring at you with the hamburger rised in front of his open mouth, nearly falling onto the red head’s lap.

“did you just call me yusuke?”

“me? no. why would i? i don’t know anyone with that name.”, you faked being clueless, ending the whole thing with a shrug and smug confused grin.

kagami slammed the hamburger on his tray and placed his elbow on the edge of the table, you were trying so hard to not burst laughing and it result in your eyes watering at how amused you were.

“then why did you call me yusuke?”

“can you really take my answer?”, you teased biting down on your lip to hold back a chuckle, trying to look serious.

“not without crying.”, he answered voice cracking a little, you would’ve loved to feel sorry for your boyfriend, but this was so funny you wanted to laugh so bad right now.

and so you did, you bent on the table with your forehead pressed on the wood and shoulders shaking from the laughter though kagami thought it was because you were about to confess him something horrendous.

“it’s a prank i saw on sns!”, you exclaimed rising to look at him before bursting out laughing, startling kagami who pressed his back against the chair staring at you shocked.

“y/n you little shit i nearly passed out!”, he roared slamming his hand on the table while the other one was on the left side of his chest.

you were laughing so much you were literally crying, he was unexpectedly dramatic and the result exceeded your expectations.

“you’re laughing way too much! drop it dumbass!”

midorima shintaro:

the two of you were at home watching a movie, but instead of watching the screen you were side eyeing your boyfriend at your side with a mischievous grin on your lips.

was he going to freak out over what you were about to do or was he going to be calm and collected like usual? there was one way to know and we all know what that is.

you waited a while before leaning nonchalantly close to him, always looking at the movie on the screen, and then start your task.

“so, what do you think about the movie?”

he starts explaining what character he liked or that pissed him off also commenting on how the protagonist was so stupid to leave the lose their backpack like that and that now because of that fool they were all going to die.

here, now it was the right moment to throw the bomb.

“wow... you’re very invested in this movie, ain’t you tamaki?”

he was about to answer when his eyebrow twitched the same time you pressed your lips together to suppress your laugh, always looking in front of you.

you hear midorima breath in sharply from his nose before his arms cross onto his broad chest and he turns to look at you deadly serious.

THIS IS SO AMUSING TO YOU HONESTLY. he looked like he was about to discuss some war matters with you.

“can you kindly tell me who the fuck is this tamaki?”

speechless. you were completely, utterly, speechless.

“midorima shintaro, did you just curse?”

now, this was getting funnier to another whole level.

“who is that piece of shit? and why did you call me like that?”

he was getting serious, eyebrows frowned and all, but you just couldn’t let this go.

“oh my god shin you just cursed!”, you exclaimed with a surprised smile rising your hands in front of your mouth.

“that’s not even the point! who’s tamaki?!”

“shin you just cursed i feel like i’m going to cry!”, you said waving your hands at the sides of your eyes side to dry the tears.

“what’s wrong with you nanodayo?!”

aomine daiki:

you and your boyfriend choosed to “hang out” at your house, the marks because you were actually in your room studying, whereas daiki who didn’t want a book close to him went downstairs to watch some stupid variety show on tv.

on the other side you were getting bored of your homeworks too as they were so hard to comprehend you felt your brain nearly explode, so you choose to use that new prank you saw on sns with aomine for fun.

you took your phone from your bedside table and after unlocking it you went in the chat with aomine smiling eager for what you were about to do.

‘sure naoto, let’s meet sunday in front of the station at 3pm ❤’, you typed and send, leaving your phone on the desk pretending now to be doing your homeworks.

3... 2... 1-

the door of your room slams open and a furious aomine stomps is standing there.

“WHOM THE FUCK IS THIS NAOTO PIECE OF SHIT NOW?!”

you let out a ‘pft!’ nearly choking yourself with the laugh you wanted to let out.

you breath in collecting yourself and then turn to him with a rised brow, gazing at the boy confused.

“naoto? who’s naoto?”

“don’t fucking mess with me! he’s the whore you’re going to meet on sunday!”

“who am i going to meet on sunday?”

“are you cheating on me? DEADASS?!”

“how can i cheat on you when this is just a prank i saw on sns?”

“i put my trust on you! and yet– the fuck did you just say?”

now, you did burst out laughing slamming your hand on the desk and then putting your forehead on it not able to contain it anymore.

“it was supposed to be for fun! that's why i did it!”

“FOR FUN?! THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?! I WAS THIS CLOSE TO A BREAKDOWN AND YOU FUCKING LAUGH?! I AM SO GOING TO SUE YOU. JESUS CHRIST HOW I AM.”

you simply answer by wheezing starting even to cough from how much you’re laughing.

“I WILL MAKE SURE YOU REGRET THIS. YOU’RE SO GOING TO HELL FOR THIS, OHH YOU SO ARE.”

but you just keep on laughing, which results into aomine screeching in distress while clenching his hands mid-air.

Scenario of: Single dad! aomine who has a daughter from his ex wife met his high school crush at Candy shop as her part-time job beside being a teacher. She likes his kid and could get along with her easily. His love for her (reader) get stronger everytime he sees his daughter laughs and really enjoy his crush company, maybe he tries to ask her out? Thanks babe

No probs babe

“I want that one!”, the little girl giggled as she pointed at the colourful lollipop in the display.

You smiled and took it out for her, handing it to her while pinching her chubby little cheeks.

“Here you go sweetheart.”, you said.

“Thank you, onee-san!”, she exclaimed before devouring the sweet treat.

“Where are your parents, sweetie?”, you asked slightly worried as you crouched down to her level.

“Oh, daddy told me to wait over there at the park but I saw onee-san’s pretty shop so I ran over!”, she said.

This was bad. This girl’s father must be searching for her everywhere. You looked around and tried to identify the little girl’s dad and that was when you saw a tall, muscular figure walk into the shop. He was well built, tanned, his hair was a dark shade of blue and he had these piercing blue eyes. Man, he was hot.

“There you are. Ayaka, didn’t I tell you to wait at the bench?”, he said crouching down to pick the girl up.

You stood there patiently and watched them. 

“But daddy, sweets”, the girl whined.

“Where did you get this from?”, he asked examining the lollipop. “Didn’t I say enough sweets for the day?”, he sighed.

“I’m sorry daddy”, the girl pouted and looked down.

The man smiled softly and tickled her sides. “Hey, you better finish that lollipop before daddy takes a big bite out of it”, he said smirking.

“No!”, the little girl squealed.

You laughed softly and the man’s eyes turned to you. You flushed a little and bowed.

“Sorry, I found your daughter in here all alone. I offered her a lollipop and I was going to search for her parents but you already showed up.”, you said.

His gaze sweeped you up and down. “Thank you for taking care of her. Here let me pay for that-”, he said moving to take out his wallet.

You shook your head, “Oh please, it’s on the house”, you smiled.

He sent you a brief smile back and nodded. Ayaka managed to wriggle out of her father’s arms and over to you.

“Onee-san, onee-san. What’s your name?”, she asked holding your hand.

You smiled down at her. “It’s [F/N]. What’s yours?”, you asked.

“I’m Aomine Ayaka! Thank you for the lollipop [F/N]-onee san.”, she grinned.

“You’re welcome. Next time, onee-san will have a huge bag of sweets prepared for you. But you have to promise me one thing”, you whispered the last part, but loud enough for her father, who’s name seemed to be Aomine, to hear.

“You’ll eat only 5 a day and you’ll brush your teeth after you do and eat something healthy. I know candy tastes good, but you need to eat your veggies and fruits to make you a strong little girl. Will you do that?”, you asked while playfully holding her arms up to replicate how strong you thought she was.

She giggled and hugged you, “I promise!”

You stroked her hair and smiled at her. In the meanwhile, Aomine watched in awe. He had never seen his daughter so attached to someone, especially a stranger she had just met. He found you interesting. At the same time, you felt familiar….

“Ayaka go sit there for a while please, I’ll be right back. And don’t go anywhere okay?”, Aomine said.

“Okay, daddy. [F/N]-onee san, can I have another candy, pleaseee?”, she pouted.

You giggled and handed her another lollipop. “Last one, okay?”

She nodded and took her treat and happily left to follow her father’s instructions. Aomine looked over at you and you fidgeted nervously.

“Do I…know you?”, he asked.

You frowned slightly, “Um, I can’t really recall anything”, you said chuckling nervously.

“Wait. Are you [F/N] [L/N]? The one that went to Touou Highschool?”

Your eyed widened briefly. “Well, yes. H-How did you…”

And then it hit you. It was Aomine. Aomine Daiki.

“Wow”, you said breathlessly.

He smirked, “My, my, you have really changed haven’t you? You’ve grown.”

You blushed slightly, “So have you, Aomine-kun”

He chuckled, “Never knew your smart brains would bring you to work at a candy store.”

You shrugged, “It’s just another job apart from teaching.”

“You teach too? That makes more sense”, he said.

“So, you’re married, and you have a kid. That’s…really fast”, you said.

He sighed, “Well, not really”

“What do you mean?”, you asked confused.

“Singe parent”, he whistled. “That bitch left us for some other dude. But that was a long time ago”

You were surprised. What woman would leave someone like him?

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know-”

“It’s alright. It happens”, he huffed.

Aomine couldn’t deny, but the feelings that he felt for you long ago were starting to return. But he wasn’t so sure he wanted you in his life yet. He didn’t want to burden you with a child. But still, the selfish part of him really wanted you.

“Ayaka seems to really like you. It’s not very much like her to get attached so fast.”, he said.

“People always told me I have a way with kids”, you said smiling.

“So, no boyfriend? Fiance? Husband?”, he asked.

You giggled, “No. Not at the moment”

He hummed and nodded.

“Well I think I better get going. I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing each other a lot. Ayaka’s definitely going to drag me back here.”, he sighed.

You laughed softly, “I’ll look forward to it, Aomine-kun.”

“Daiki is fine”, he said before sending you a smile and then walking over to his daughter.

“Alright time to go home”, he said picking her up.

Obviously Ayaka made a little fuss but you managed to calm her down. Aomine, surprised once again, said goodbye to you before leaving. And that was how it all started. He came everyday, bringing his daughter along, and they both adored you. Ayaka would tell you everything, things she didn’t even tell her dad. Occasionally she’d tell you about the silly things that her father did, making you both burst out in laughter while Aomine scowled at the both of you. Then the two of you started meeting outside your workplace. Aomine would take you to a tiny cafe, and tell you about everything that’s been going on, and ask you for your advice on things. The relationship between the two of you grew really fast. Aomine knew that he was in love with you. He just didn’t know how to tell you. Just a little longer. Then I’ll tell her. That little longer went on forever. Until one day you visited Aomine and Ayaka at their house for dinner.

You rang the doorbell and waited for the door to open. You could hear voices coming from inside the apartment.

“Ow!”, Aomine hissed.

“Daddy I told you that plate was hot!”, Ayaka scolded.

“No you didn’t! You just left it there how was I supposed to know?”

“Yes I did! If you listened to me then you would”

“Tch just go put that on the dinner table”

“Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh”, Ayaka mocked.

“Don’t mock me you little girl!”

You giggled at the two of them and rung the doorbell again.

“Shit, she’s here”, Aomine cursed.

“Daddy I thought we agreed on no foul language!”, Ayaka huffed.

“Just go and get the door”, he groaned.

Soon the door opened and you met with a cute little girl in a really pretty purple dress.

“[F/N]-onee san! I missed you!”, she said hugging you.

You hugged her and gasped, “Omo~Ayaka you look so pretty!”

She giggled and tugged lightly on your made up hair. 

“Onee-san’s hair is really nice!”

You smiled and thanked her before closing the door, holding her hand and walking inside. You saw Aomine finishing the last touches on setting the table. From the looks of the food, you could tell that he put in a lot of effort. He noticed you standing there and walked over. 

“You look….nice”, he mumbled, his shyness getting the best of him.

You giggled, “Thank you. Did you really cook all this?”

He cracked his knuckles proudly, “Mhm. Single dad that can cook, what else could you ask for?”

You rolled your eyes and let out a small smile.

Dinner went smoothly. Ayaka told you about her day, so did Aomine. But for some reason you noticed that Aomine was slightly off. You decided to ignore it and ask him about it later, when the two of you had your privacy. You helped him do the dishes, and then you put Ayaka to bed even though she refused. But you had your ways, so Aomine was relieved. And then, it was just the two of you.

“Daiki are you okay? You seem disturbed”, you asked.

He turned to face you and took your hand in his. 

“Yeah. I am. I need to get something off my mind. But I can’t.”

“What is it?”, you asked worriedly.

His eyes met yours and you flushed under his intent gaze. 

“[F/N], I’ve had a crush on you since like….high school”, he chuckled. “I don’t know why I never asked you sooner. I hope it isn’t too late now. I’m in love with you, I swear my ass has never been this whipped”, he sighed. “A part of me feels bad, because I don’t want to tie you down, you know with a kid and all. But the other part of me really wants you [F/N]. You’re….perfect for me. You’re perfect for Ayaka. We both love you, very much and we would love, I would love, if you agree to be my girlfriend. Take things slow, and I really hope that you’ll officially be mine one day. So, what do you say?”, he asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

You were touched by the words that came out of his mouth. You fell for Aomine since the day you met him at the candy store. And him asking you out was a dream come true.

“Daiki….I-”, you smiled and laughed softly.

“I would love to”, you said squeezing his hand that you were holding. “I love you too and I would be glad to be a part of this. I really would.”

Aomine let out a sigh of relief. “Oh Jesus that was fucking nerve wrecking”

You laughed, you loved this silly side of Aomine. He then leaned closer and bumped noses together with you. 

“Be prepared for the best kiss  that you’re ever going to experience in your entire life, [F/N]”, he said smirking slightly.

You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I hope so, Daiki.”

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Whew that was long. I’m really passionate about Daiki >///

The Way You Don’t Love Me -Miya Atsumu

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A/N: Fun fact! This was actually originally a Yoongi fic but I decided to make it for Atsumu. The original work is quite a bit shorter than this, so if you want to see the Yoongi version let me know! It’s not all that different from this

Warnigns: N/A

Genre: angst (reference to smut)

Pairing: Timeskip!Atsumu x reader

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Maybe it was the way he stopped answering his phone every time you called or ignored your texts. Maybe it was the way he emotionlessly said hi to you when he came home from work. Maybe it was the way he repeatedly missed dates for work. Maybe it was the way his face lit up when the boys mentioned their new manager. Maybe it was the way he didn’t love you anymore.

You and Atsumuhave been together since high school, and whereas you felt your feelings evolve as you grew older, it seems that Atsumu grew out of the,. You always thought you were enough for him, but Atsumu was always changing, always wanting more out of life. It just never crossed your mind that that could mean you too.

The worst part of all of this that you know Atsumu would never in his right mind cheat on you. But his heart really did have a mind of its own. So as much as you want to kick and scream at him for letting you love him all alone, you couldn’t. You couldn’t fault him for you not being enough. At least that’s how you felt.

And while his heart moved on to someone new, yours stayed dependable, still loving and longing for him like you always did.

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aaaa I'm so happy your requests are open!! ☺️ last time i checked it was closed. can i request a part 4 of forgetting their s/o's birthday for kita, bokuto, and tsukki!! thank uu sm, super love your blog !! 🥰

forgetting their s/o’s birthday

w/ kita, akaashi, and tsukishima!

part 4!

series masterlist here!

(a/n: here is the fourth part of my birthday series !! this one was a lil difficult to make for some reason but i hope y’all enjoy it !!

all three scenarios are set in the timeskip :)) happy reading everyone!

EDIT: ANON idk why i mixed up bokuto and akaashi PLS IM SORRY)

kita

every year, kita always made sure that your birthday was perfect

he’d plan out an entire day for you ahead of time and surprise you

even so, kita had become swamped with work

it was a lot, even for him

you knew that he took his work very seriously, and you wanted more than anything for him to succeed

but a lot of the time, that meant sacrificing your time together, and you missed it a lot

however, you knew that, just like every year, he’d set aside a day to spend with you

you yawn, stretching a hand out to the other side of the bed. it comes up empty, and you look over to shinsuke’s side of the bed. his side is completely made, blanket folded over itself neatly, and he’s nowhere in sight.

you sigh. maybe he’s just up early? you think, hopeful.

but when you search the rest of the house, calling for him, the only response you get is the sound of your own voice, echoing.

he could just be at the store or something, you tell yourself, and pull your phone out.

it rings for about half a minute before you’re met with his voicemail. you exhale, sending him a text instead.

hi baby :) where r u ? come home soon!!

you shut your phone off and look around. honestly, you’d expected your boyfriend to have taken care of everything today, as per usual. but with him gone, you’re quite bored.

you decide that today might be a good day to reorganize your clothing and do a little decorating while you wait. you’ve been meaning to do it, and now that you have a day off, you figure today is the best time.

you’re halfway through your dresser when you stop to check your phone. the delivered sits there awkwardly, and you sigh. you send him another text.

shin, are you gonna be home soon?

you put your phone down and take out your shirts, going through them next.

it’s already almost dinnertime when you stop again, staring at the mess around you. you pick up your phone for the nth time and check to see if he’s replied. you brighten at seeing the notification, but droop after reading its contents.

no, sorry. have to stay a couple hours later today.

disappointed, you sigh. there’s no way he forgot, right? maybe he’s planning to surprise you?

you decide to stay up and wait for him to come home, starting on the living room cabinets.

you perk up at hearing the lock opening, and stand up. kita walks into the room and looks around.

he narrows his eyes at the mess you’ve made and sighs.

“what is this?”

you look around. “was just doing a bit of reorganizing, that’s all!” he stares at you.

“i stayed late at work. i wasn’t planning on coming home to this,” he mutters, passive aggressiveness evident in his voice. your heart sinks.

“i was just trying to—”

“just leave it. i’ll take care of it,” he murmurs, opening the cabinets. behind him, you stand there helplessly. that’s when it dawns on you; he did forget.

“you forgot about my birthday?” you whisper, barely audible.

“what are you talking about?” he asks, still turned away from you, and you shake your head, though he doesn’t see.

“never mind.”

kita scoffs, grabbing a movie case from off the ground. that’s impossible, he thinks. he’s never forgotten your birthday.

but all of a sudden, the dots connect, and he freezes. he remembers how he checked the date on his phone just this morning, paying it no mind the entire day.

he completely forgot about it this year. he can’t even comprehend how he missed your birthday, but somehow he did, and he doesn’t know what to do.

he turns around slowly to see you on the floor, head bowed, putting the rest of the cases into the cabinets. his heart sinks. how could he have forgotten?

shinsuke kneels down next to you. “hey,” he coaxes, voice quiet and guilty. “you don’t have to—”

“‘s fine. i spent the entire day doing it; i should finish the job, right?” you mumble, and he feels even worse.

he doesn’t know what to say, so instead he helps you put everything in its rightful place. you won’t look at him.

you stand up and leave without saying anything.

“wait—”

“i’m gonna get ready for bed now, ‘kay?” you tell him, false cheer tainting your voice, and he hates it.

and then you’re gone, and shinsuke wants to kick himself for disappointing you.

but he knows that simply sitting here and feeling guilty is not enough. so, he grabs his keys and heads out.

—

you rub your eyes tiredly, the sunlight bright, and sit up. you turn to your right only to see that your boyfriend’s side of the bed is empty, again. you sigh in disappointment.

you’re about to get up when you hear three knocks on the door, and your heart leaps. “shin?”

his head pops into the doorway, and he smiles at you softly.

the rest of his body follows, along with a tray of your favorite breakfast foods and your favorite flowers. you gasp softly, and he lays it on the bed in front of you before sitting on the opposite side.

“you did this for me?” your voice breaks, and he nods.

“i’m sorry about yesterday. i should’ve remembered,” he says, and you shrug. “please let me use this day to make it up to you.”

teary-eyed, you nod, and let him kiss you.

“you better help me finish all this food first.”

akaashi

you and akaashi had a very sweet, familiar relationship

you always understood each other well

but lately, it was difficult for the two of you to find moments to be alone together

and the rare moments it happened, you’d end up arguing about stupid things like work

but both of you knew that it was only coming out of a place of love and missing one another

still, you were excited for your birthday

not as your own holiday, but as a day for the two of you to just relax in each other’s company :)

the first thing you do when you wake up is call keiji.

the phone rings a couple times before the voicemail sounds, and you sigh. he must be busy at work.

so, you send him a text instead.

keijiiii don’t forget about dinner tonight :)

you’d opted to order in for the night, wanting to relax in the comfort of your own home. your boyfriend’s been so busy lately; he’s probably tired.

the rest of the day is spent with you lounging around the house. you watch some movies and eat snacks, decked out on the couch.

you wish keiji were here to enjoy your day off with you, but you know his schedule can get busy. still, it’d be nice to have him around.

you check your phone. he hasn’t responded.

you decide to order at around 5 pm, hoping that keiji will be home by 6. you order from your favorite takeout place that he knows you love and wait some more.

the food comes at 5:48, and you thank the delivery person before setting it on the table.

you begin another movie at 6:12.

you check your phone at 9:22. there’s still no response.

you finally decide to call him at 11:47. he doesn’t pick up, and you groan, irritated.

the door finally opens at 12:39, and you scoff.

“hi,” he mumbles, setting his things down on the couch. you glare at him. “what?”

“where have you been?”

he stares at you blankly. “work..?”

you huff. “did you forget about dinner, or did you just decide not to come?” you say pointedly, crossing your arms over your chest.

he looks at you for a minute before his eyes widen. “shit. i’m sorry, baby. i totally forgot.”

you shake your head. “keiji, you’re not trying hard enough.” he tilts his head at you, brows furrowed.

“look, i know i messed up, but you have no idea how hard i’m working, okay?”

your heart sinks. he doesn’t even know it’s your birthday.

“i miss my boyfriend! i miss you so much, and you don’t even care,” you say sadly, and he huffs.

“it’s not my problem, okay? i don’t have time—” he pauses, sighing.

“you don’t have time... for me.”

he shakes his head. “that’s not what i meant,” he tries, but you’re already standing up and leaving, shutting the bedroom door behind you.

akaashi puts his head in his hands and sighs. you’re completely right, and he knows it. he hasn’t been trying hard enough.

but his current period of reflection is interrupted by a loud knocking on the door, and he stands up to open it. he blinks in surprise.

“bokuto?”

the grey-haired man beams, waving at his friend happily.

“akaashi!”

“it’s nice to see you. what are you doing here?” he asks, and bokuto holds out a small bag. it’s pink and blue, and there’s a little tuft of tissue paper sticking out of it. akaashi blinks.

“it’s for y/n! i know it’s their birthday today, and i couldn’t get anything super fancy or anything, but i figured this was the least i could do for a friend!” he explains, taking keiji’s palm and putting the gift in it. “anyways, tell em i came by!” he grins, taking off before akaashi can even say anything.

he stands in the doorway for a good minute, pulse completely still.

...birthday?

oh god. fuck.

and then he’s running into the kitchen and flipping the calendar open, hastily searching for the date. and there it is: your birthday. guilt crashes into him like a wave, and he finds it hard to breathe.

you walk out of the bedroom sniffling, and pause at seeing him. he looks at you guiltily, and you push past him to fill your glass with water. he tries to find the words to say to you that will make everything better, but nothing comes up. but when you move past him again, panic surges through his veins, and he reaches for your wrist.

“wait! please,” he stops you, and you refuse to look at him. “i... i didn’t know...” he trails off, and you huff.

“i know you didn’t. that doesn’t change anything.”

“i know! i just... fuck. you were so right. about everything,” he says, head bowed in shame. “i haven’t been trying hard enough to be the partner that you deserve.”

at that, you look up at him, and his heart breaks again. your eyes are filled with tears, and he hates himself for making them that way.

“all i wanted was for you to show up,” you mumble, voice shaky, and keiji sighs.

“i know. i’m so sorry, baby. i never wanted to make you feel like you weren’t important to me.” reluctantly, you nod, and let him pull you into his chest. “do you think i could have another chance?” he asks nervously, swallowing when you hesitate.

but then you’re looking up at him, a hint of a smile on your lips. “maybe,” you murmur, and he laughs. “but don’t mess it up this time, or else.”

he kisses your nose. “you got it.”

tsukishima

tsukishima never liked to admit it, but he cared for you more than anything in the world

he wasn’t keen on big gestures, but he loved to do little things for you, hoping you wouldn’t catch him in the act

every year on your birthday, he tried to make it the best day he possibly could for you

and while he wasn’t the best at showing it, you knew he cared, and that was enough

sometimes he pulled away from you, getting swept up in his own life and becoming too busy to pay any mind to your relationship

you knew that it was just a part of your relationship that you had to accept, but you still missed his presence terribly

but with your birthday coming up, you knew he wouldn’t miss it

he refused to make a big deal about it, but you knew he could never forget

you smile brightly, arms stretching out in front of you.

you check the time. 9:33. you sigh happily, well rested and ready for the day. you get up and get dressed, putting on your favorite pair of comfy pants and an oversized tee.

you look for your boyfriend around the house, but it appears that he isn’t home.

“kei?” you call. no answer.

you shrug. you figure you’ll be fine without him, free to do your own thing while he’s gone.

you decide to do some shopping. you go out to the grocery store first, picking up some extra snacks and drinks, and then to the mall. you pick out some new clothes for yourself and walk around.

you sigh, checking your phone for any sign of a text. you feel great having some time to yourself, but part of you wishes he was here with you.

you pass by a vintage record shop on the way out, gasping at all the artifacts and vinyls they offer. you spot a polished wooden record player and you swear your heart stops upon seeing it. you take a picture and send it to kei, along with a look what i found at the mall!

you come home in the afternoon, setting your bags on the counter and putting your snacks away. you decide to check your phone again, frowning upon seeing your empty inbox.

let’s have dinner !! you send, hoping he’ll see it.

you groan, laying yourself out on the couch. you’d kind of hoped your birthday would be more eventful.

still, you grab some blankets and turn on the tv, scrolling through your options. you end up settling on rewatching one of your favorite shows, settling in and starting the episode.

you’re halfway through the fourth episode when you look at the clock, huffing. 8:02.

two hours later, you give up any hope that you had for dinner. you’re hurt, not only that he probably forgot, but that he hasn’t even bothered to talk to you at all today.

it’s around midnight when he finally shows up. he sits down on the couch next to you. you scoff, and he stares at you, buried under a pile of blankets with wrappers everywhere.

“what’s with... all of this?” he asks, gesturing to the mess. you sneer, and he tilts his head. “what?”

“like you care,” you mumble, and he scoffs.

“what’s your problem? i literally just got home, and now you’re picking a fight with me for no reason?”

you gape at him incredulously, hurt and anger bubbling up in your chest. “seriously? i can’t believe you.”

he glares at you. “i didn’t even fucking do anything. can you stop scolding me for two seconds?” then he’s turning away from you, shaking his head disbelievingly.

“maybe if my own boyfriend hadn’t forgotten about my birthday, i wouldn’t be so upset,” you mutter, voice eerily calm and a little shaky. he turns to look at you slowly, blood turning to ice.

“what?”

you’re not looking at him, eyes glued to the television screen. it’s then that he sees them filling up with angry tears, lip wobbling.

panic starts to rise in his gut, and his mind races as he tries to remember what day it is. when he does, his heart stops.

he tries to find the words to say that will make everything better, but like always, he comes up blank.

“are you gonna say anything?” you sneer, gaze still averted.

tsukishima sits there in silence, swallowing shamefully. he knows he should apologize. he knows he should tell you how much he loves you and he knows he should beg you to forgive him. but nothing comes out.

the ending credits roll around, and you stand up, shutting the tv off and walking past him.

he starts to panic. “wait. wait, we can talk about this, okay? don’t—”

the door slams, and he mentally curses at himself.

he knows that you have every right to be upset with him. he’s been treating you terrible lately, and he knows it.

fuck. if he had just spoken up, maybe you wouldn’t have shut him out. he’s never been good with words, and he wishes he could just show you instead.

a new idea forms in his head, and he takes his phone out, determined to make things right.

—

for once, you’re not woken up by the sun. instead, you’re woken up by the steady rhythm of your favorite song. the melody, already engraved into your memory, plays softly, and you smile softly. you open your eyes and sit up.

but... you think. where is it coming from?

you venture out into the living room, the music getting louder, and then into the kitchen. and then, you’re pretty sure you’ve stopped breathing.

there, sitting on the counter, is the vintage wooden record player you’d awed over just yesterday. you run your fingers over the polished wood, inspecting it carefully, eyes wide.

you stare at the record it’s playing. you laugh. it’s your favorite song, one you think you’ll never grow tired of.

and beside the new record player is a tray full of your favorite foods, the aroma making your stomach growl. below the plate is a yellow sticky note.

i love you. i’m sorry.

your chest aches, and hot tears prick at the back of your eyes. you squeeze them shut, clutching the note to your chest.

“i wasn’t sure if this was the one you wanted, or...” kei mumbles from behind you, and you turn around sharply. “i just wanted to show you that... shit,” he whispers, eyes widening at the sight of your tears. “did i—” but you don’t let him finish, throwing your arms around his neck.

you feel his hands hesitating at your waist, and squeeze him tight until he gets the hint.

“i forgive you,” you whisper, and he nods, relieved. he pulls away and looks at you.

“i know i don’t tell you enough, but i love you. so much. and what i did was shitty, so... yeah. i’m sorry,” he mumbles, obviously uncomfortable, and you huff, reaching up to flick his cheek. he catches your hand before you can, kissing the tips of your fingers tenderly. you giggle.

“words are overrated anyway.”

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i wonder

i wonder (if you remember the way we looked at each other)

— Living as roommates with your best friend is easy until someone fucks up and catches feelings.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut fem!reader, and they were roommates, childhood friends!au, university!au, quirkless!au, modern!au, americanized university experience, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, the plot is for the sex AHA, womanizer!shouto, shouto and reader are bad roommates but seiji is worse, shouto has sex at 16 for the first time, vouyerism-ish, iffy shouto tendencies, jealous!shouto, jealous!reader, drunk sex so dubcon depending on you, nipplegasms, reader has nipple piercings, blowjob, switching, marking, biting, scratching, praise kink, missing tag ;)

word count: 20,141

a/n: this is for the roommates bnharem collab! please check out all the other amazing fics and art! note to self, dont get drunk the night before this is due and I hope you guys enjoy this!!! I had a lot of fun writing it!!! also,,, sorry if mobile doesn’t correctly format!

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You cracked your eyes open.

The gentle white stream of light permeated through soft cotton curtains, lighting the room in pale stripes and careful touches. Dust particles danced within the shining light, bending and twirling with the flowing air and moving winds. You breathed in deeply, your body still tired, your head still foggy from a night of distractions and too many drinks. 

Your eyes are closed once again, your still hazy mind trying to ignore the bitter, rank taste of the alcohol and cum on your tongue and your hands scratching as your naked cleavage. There was still enough time in the day; it was Sunday after—

Wait.

CUM?!

Your eyes flew open, your lips smacking each other as you confirm the awful, salty taste of cum on your tongue. Your hands swiping up and down your front to confirm your state of undress. Your heart starts hammering in your chest, your palms immediately sweating as you try to think about just who the fuck you ended up back in bed with.

Think, y/n, think!

A small grunt came from behind you, and you felt your entire body go rigid immediately. The soft expel of air fanning against your sticky neck is both welcomed and untrusted. With what can only be described as you, as stiff as a stick, peering behind your shoulder similar to a mother who definitely heard her child throw up on her bed but is somehow praying that she was hearing shit, you turned around.

A messy bedhead of red and white greeted you: unfocused, sleepy grey, and brilliant blue eyes staring back at you with fond familiarity and welcome.

“‘Morning, y/n,” Todoroki Shouto grumbles, voice husky, scratchy, deeply warm from his slumber. His next words are damning, though, the slight pride and knowing implications in the small breathe he uttered next. “Had fun last night?”

There was silence, a stroke of hesitancy, then crushing all-consuming fear.

You screamed.

At the top of your lungs.

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i wonder

i wonder (if you remember the way we looked at each other)

— Living as roommates with your best friend is easy until someone fucks up and catches feelings.

⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut fem!reader, and they were roommates, childhood friends!au, university!au, quirkless!au, modern!au, americanized university experience, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, the plot is for the sex AHA, womanizer!shouto, shouto and reader are bad roommates but seiji is worse, shouto has sex at 16 for the first time, vouyerism-ish, iffy shouto tendencies, jealous!shouto, jealous!reader, drunk sex so dubcon depending on you, nipplegasms, reader has nipple piercings, blowjob, switching, marking, biting, scratching, praise kink, missing tag ;)

word count: 20,141

a/n: this is for the roommates bnharem collab! please check out all the other amazing fics and art! note to self, dont get drunk the night before this is due and I hope you guys enjoy this!!! I had a lot of fun writing it!!! also,,, sorry if mobile doesn’t correctly format!

⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆

You cracked your eyes open.

The gentle white stream of light permeated through soft cotton curtains, lighting the room in pale stripes and careful touches. Dust particles danced within the shining light, bending and twirling with the flowing air and moving winds. You breathed in deeply, your body still tired, your head still foggy from a night of distractions and too many drinks. 

Your eyes are closed once again, your still hazy mind trying to ignore the bitter, rank taste of the alcohol and cum on your tongue and your hands scratching as your naked cleavage. There was still enough time in the day; it was Sunday after—

Wait.

CUM?!

Your eyes flew open, your lips smacking each other as you confirm the awful, salty taste of cum on your tongue. Your hands swiping up and down your front to confirm your state of undress. Your heart starts hammering in your chest, your palms immediately sweating as you try to think about just who the fuck you ended up back in bed with.

Think, y/n, think!

A small grunt came from behind you, and you felt your entire body go rigid immediately. The soft expel of air fanning against your sticky neck is both welcomed and untrusted. With what can only be described as you, as stiff as a stick, peering behind your shoulder similar to a mother who definitely heard her child throw up on her bed but is somehow praying that she was hearing shit, you turned around.

A messy bedhead of red and white greeted you: unfocused, sleepy grey, and brilliant blue eyes staring back at you with fond familiarity and welcome.

“‘Morning, y/n,” Todoroki Shouto grumbles, voice husky, scratchy, deeply warm from his slumber. His next words are damning, though, the slight pride and knowing implications in the small breathe he uttered next. “Had fun last night?”

There was silence, a stroke of hesitancy, then crushing all-consuming fear.

You screamed.

At the top of your lungs.

Keep reading