#bball babe

Thank you so much for your sweet words and for always being such a kind person to me! Apologies for the delay and that this is so short butI hope you like it.

Scared to be Lonely – Aomine

The slam of the door adds to the pain of your headachemaking you wince. Lately, you wonder why you’re still with Aomine. It seemslike all the two of you ever do these days is fight. And over the stupidestshit too. Every time he leaves in anger you wonder if it’s the last time you’llsee him confused when that thought brings a feeling of relief instead of pain.No doubt that’s a sure-fire sign one of you really should end this for good.How can you stay with someone if you’re relieved at the prospect of himleaving?

It’s late and you’re in bed drifting in and out of sleepwhen you hear the front door open and close, more quietly this time thankfully.A deep sigh leaves your lips; he came back then.

Aomine makes his way through the darkened apartment, sittingon the couch and placing his head in his hands. Why does he keep coming backhere? What about you keeps drawing him back when most of the time you drive himcrazy? He knows he’s not the easiest person to get along with but in recentmemory you haven’t been the most amicable either.

And yet, here is he, back in your apartment, wanting nothingmore than to crawl into bed and put his arms around you.

The creak of the bedroom door announces Aomine’s presencebut you don’t turn around, pretending to be asleep because you just can’thandle fighting any more. You’re surprised when he carefully climbs under thecovers. As his firm body slides right up next to yours, you can’t stop yourbackwards motion to curl into his warmth.

You tell yourself this is the last time, the last nightyou’re going to allow him to come back and hold you but you know you’re justlying to yourself. Because even if there is someone better for you out there,better out there for him, somehow you know you’ll keep coming back to eachother because at least this is familiar.

It’s the prospect of being alone that is scarier than thereality that the love between you has deconstructed into nothing more than aneed to be physically close.

Aw, you chose one of my fave babes! Thanks for the request!

Riko stands momentarily frozen, her eyes wide open. Slowlyher hand covers her mouth, a delayed effort to hide the shock she feels.

“Say something Riko,” Hyuga pleads gruffly.

“I…Junpei…I’m sorry but…I can’t return your feelings,” shewhispers, eyes brimming with tears. She swallows once, taking a deep breath.“Teppei and I…we’re giving it another try.” She reaches out as Hyuga turns toleave, his face flushed in embarrassed frustration. “I’m sorry I didn’t tellyou sooner, it just…it happened after he got back from the hospital. We…I…Ididn’t know.”

“You have nothing tobe sorry for. It was…my own misunderstandings about what there is between usthat led to this,” he says, walking out before she can say anything further.

From down the hall, you see him exit the trainer’s room andreach up your hand to wave but just before you call out a greeting you see hisface and stop cold; clearly things did not go well with Riko. Shouldering yourbag, you hastily cut through the crowd of students now making their way to thecafeteria and their favorite eating spots for lunch. Hyuga jumps slightly asyou take his arm, leading him away from the crowds to your own secret spotbehind the groundskeeper’s shack.

“Ok, spill it,” you say looking up at him.

“_____-chan, I don’t really feel like talking,” he saysfrown deeper than usual.

“Tough, I’m one of your besties, and you need to get thisout so do it,” you retort.

Hyuga looks at you with hard eyes but you don’t even flinch.Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair, dropping his head and your gaze. Itwill take more energy than he has to continue arguing with you so he snaps out,“She rejected me, ok? I confessed and she rejected me! Happy?”

“Of course not Junpei,” you answer quietly.

He lets out a frustrated huff as he turns his head to look out over the expanse of the baseball field.“Sorry,” he mumbles, “I…I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine, you’re hurt, I understand,” you interjectquickly. After a beat of silence, you ask, “Did…is she with Kiyoshi-san?”

Hyuga whips his head back to face you, eyes wide. “Did youknow about them?”

You shake your head fervently. “No! No, not at all but I doknow they have a history and, well, that’s the only reason I could think of forher to reject you.”

“There’s probably a dozen other reasons too,” he grumblesbut is startled when you clamp your hands on his cheeks and make him look youin the eye.

“Not true, you’re wonderful, Junpei, a girl would be luckyto have you. Riko isn’t stupid, so if she said no, Kiyoshi is the only reasonwhy.” You pause, taking a deep breath. “Are you going to be ok?”

“Of course,” he says quickly.

“No, I mean, you already hold a ridiculous grudge againsthim for some reason so I’m sure this is only going to add fuel to that fire.The team needs their captain to be able to lead all of them, so I’ll ask you again; are you going to be ok withthis? With them?”

Hyuga doesn’t know what to say, everything is still so rawbut he does know he appreciates your concern as annoyed as he is by the wholesituation he now finds himself in. Closing his eyes, he places his hands overyour own and says, “I don’t know yet.”

“Fair enough,” you say removing your hands. Hyuga finds heenjoys the lingering warmth they’ve left.

The bell rings signaling the end of lunch but before he canwalk away you ask with giddiness in your tone, “Hey, you wanna get outta here?”

Hyuga’s eyes go very large. “You want to skip the rest of the day? Are youinsane?”

“Maybe, but that’s beside the point. You need to get awayfrom here, take a break. Just…come on!” you insist, grabbing his hand andtugging hard to lead him towards the school gates and because Hyuga wouldrather not make a scene while playingdelinquent, he adheres to your insistence and follows you out. His apprehensionlasts all the way down the street, but your wide, bright smile and the shine inyour eyes quell it, if only slightly.

The two of you head to Maji Burger because it’s the closestplace to get food which both of you did not have during the lunch hour thanksto your “talk”. Hyuga says, “Grab a seat, this is on me.”

“Absolutely not! The broken hearted do not buy their ownjunk food. You sit down and I’ll treat!” you insist pushing him intothe nearest booth. He grumbles at your manhandling making you giggle beforeyour form moves away to the counter to order. You’re back quickly with to-gobags.

“What’s this?” he asks cocking an eyebrow.

“You need a distraction, so we’re going to my place to watchan absolutely fabulous and funny anime series I just started that I know you’re going to love! Come on!”

Groaning, Hyuga stands, shouldering his bag and your owndespite your protests. You walk quickly to the station, the stop for your housenot too far away and before long Hyuga finds himself collapsed on your couchwatching a surprisingly good show and inhaling his food because he’s starvingby this point. Your laughter rings out repeatedly, commentary pouring outaround your full mouth because you’ve already seen the first six episodes.

He watches you with a bemused face, appreciative that you’vetaken the time and effort to make him feel better. And it’s then he realizesthat he actually does; he feels better. The cracks in his heart are less wide,the tightness in his throat has been relieved and the ache in his head issoothed; all because of you.

“Hello? Earth to Junpei, you in there?”

Your voice startles him out of his haze and he shakes hishead. “Sorry, guess I zoned out there for a minute,” he mumbles looking back atthe TV.

“It’s ok, I can only do so much to distract you. It willtake some time,” you say patting his knee, “but you’ll get over it.”

He nods absentmindedly before clearing his throat andasking, “I, ehm, I’ve been so busy lately we haven’t had much time to talk. How’sthat guy from the baseball team?”

“What guy?” you ask stuffing a piece of chocolate in yourmouth.

“You know, the guy you’re dating or whatever,” he saysconfused.

“I don’t know what rumor mill you subscribe to, Junpei, butI’m not dating anyone from the baseball team. I’m not dating anyone at all,actually,” you reply with a shrug.

He totally counts as a minor character! And I’m sorry thistook so long and is so short but I just couldn’t get my brain to come up withenough humor for a whole day date. I hope you still like it!

Yamazaki just had a feeling today was not going to go well. Heshould have listened to his gut and just stayed home but, and he’ll never admitthis out loud, the pull to see you is just too strong. He’s been extra busywith practice, Hanamiya really being a slave driver and, another admission thatrarely leaves his lips, he misses you.

But now, stuck near the top of the ferris wheel in themiddle of a sweltering summer day, he really wishes he’d not given into yourinsistence to ride the damn thing.

“Shit, when the hell are they going to get us down?” hegrumbles looking over the side to the workers on the ground.

“Just be patient, Hiroshi, I’m sure we’ll be moving soon,”you reply. “What, are you afraid of heights or something?

“No! It’s fucking hot is all and I wouldn’t be surprised if-What the fuck?!” His last words are roared out as frigid, sticky slush descendsfrom above covering his head, neck and chest dying them a temporary hue ofbright green.

You’re stunned to momentary silence before erupting intofits of laughter. “Well,” you snort, trying to catch your breath, “at least nowyou’re not hot anymore.”

Sorry this took so long and thank you for your patience! TW: Teen pregnancy. Forgive me if this is too much of a troupebut I couldn’t come up with something for so long and when this hit me I ranwith it. Also, since this also contains kissing tears away I ended it a bitfluffy, hope you don’t mind.

“Sweetheart?”

The term of endearment falls from Akashi’s lips before hecan stop it, his eyes wide as he stares at you from behind. Slowly you turn toface him, aware there’s no way you can get away quickly, and he inhales a sharpbreath when your protruding stomach comes into view.

“You…you’re…” the normally eloquent male is at a loss forwords.

You nod, tears already sliding down your face as you hangyour head in shame.

Akashi remains frozen, not sure what to feel as the shockslowly wears down. Sadness? Anger? Betrayal? He sees you fidget, the urge torun strong but you stay standing there, waiting for him to say something,waiting for his judgement. When you finally manage to raise your head enough tolook him in the eye he knows what he feels; relief.

Relief that you’re still in Japan, relief that he hasanother chance. But he’s still confused and hurt. Why did you leave him if youwere…

“Is it mine?” His voice comes out harsher than he meant,evident by the flinch of your shoulders. The silence is suffocating but thefractional nod of your head has him surging forward, arms wrapping around yourshoulders. You hesitate, then slowly return the embrace as much as you are ablegiven the swell of your belly. 

In your ear, Akashi whispers, voice thick with emotion as heworks to keep his own tears at bay, “Wereyou ever going to tell me?”

His question releases a flood gate and you’re sobbing,shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Glancing around, he can see the two of youare starting to draw too much attention and so Akashi rotates, keeping one armaround your shoulders as he leads you outside. His car is waiting, the drivervisibly surprised by the situation in front of him but he snaps into action quickly, opening the door to allow his young master to usher you inside, away fromprying eyes.

As the door shuts you cry harder, able to let out all youranguish in the safety of this space, in the comfort of Seijuro’s arms.

“Tell me everything,” he says softly.

In broken, heart wrenching sobs, you recount the day youfound out you were pregnant with his child. You’d been throwing up and thinkingyou had some sort of virus your mother had taken you to the doctor. Akashirecalls the day, having received a text message that you wouldn’t be at school.

Apparently, the doctor determined you weren’t sick but giventhe violence of your retching ran further tests. When the results came back,and because you’re a minor, she’d no choice but to tell your mother whopromptly lost her mind, screaming and crying at you for being so stupid.

It only got worse when you arrived home. Akashi almostshudders; he knows your father well, his business being one that has beenconnected to the Akashi family for years.

“Why didn’t you take care of it?!” he screamed at yourmother, “you were at the clinic, you could have eradicated this abominationthere!”

“They wouldn’t allow it without her consent and she won’t doit,” she’d responded through tears.

“Idiot! I’ve managed to raise an idiot!” When he turned ragefilled eyes to you, you’d never been more scared of your father than thatmoment. “I’m moving you to a new school, you’ll be staying with your aunt.She’s of a similar disposition, an uncontrollable whore.”

Your recount of your father’s harsh words stirs fury inAkashi’s chest but he remains silent, allowing you to explain how he determinedthis was the best course of action to hopefully avoid further shame beingbrought upon the family, shipping you to a woman you never met because she toowas cast out for her mistakes.

“And you will notspeak to Akashi ever again, whether this is his bastard or not. You’vedisgraced one family, I will not allow you to do the same for another.”

Truthfully, you’ve always felt your father cared aboutAkashi more than you, having wanted a son more than anything but was cursedwith a daughter. That was why, initially, you’d resisted Seijuro’s advances,not wanting to bring him around more and be cast further and further into hisshadow. But he’d won you over, showing you how much worth you had in your ownright, despite what your father said.

When you finish, there are tears still streaking down yourface, your sniffles the only sound in the otherwise silent car save for thedull murmur of passing traffic. Leaning forward, Seijuro plants a kiss againstone cheek then the other, moving slowly up your face to peck both of yourclosed eyes. He ends by kissing your forehead, lips still touching your skin ashe says, “You should have come to me.”

“But Sei-kun, I couldn’t do that to you,” you protest, eyesopening to meet his.

“Do what to me exactly? Bring me happy news? Let me takecare of the woman I love? The only thing you did, my love, was hurt me byleaving without a word.” You close your eyes again, fresh tears pouring downbut this time he wipes them away while continuing to speak, “When I received thatmessage, with no context, no idea what was happening or why can you imagine thepain I felt? Thinking this whole time, I’d done something but not knowing whatit was?”

He pulls you into a hug. “I went to your house, but theywouldn’t let me in. Me! Do you know what that did to my pride? How devastated Iwas to be turned away thinking it was youwho was doing it?”

You sob harder and Akashi hates that he’s the one hurtingyou now but he needs you to know, he needs you to understand the hell he’s beenthrough these past six months.

Pulling back, he cups your face, thumbs trailing back andforth under your eyes. “But now that I have the whole story, I understand, Iknow your father and I can only imagine how terrifying that whole ordeal was.”He kisses you gently. “I forgive you, I love you, sweetheart, and I don’t givea crap about what your father says.”

“But what about yours? Won’t…won’t he be furious?”

Seijuro shrugs. “I’ve been the perfect son long enough, it’stime he deals with reality and that not everything can be controlled.”

Your eyes widen; you’ve never heard him speak like this before.

He sighs reading the expression on your face clear. “My…our loss to Seirin taught me many thingsabout myself and the way I view the world. It was a frightening time but I’mmoving forward. Please,” he presses his lips to yours again and you melt intohim, folding your body into his warmth, “please let me take care of you. Comeback home with me, live with me. Your father cast you out, let me take you in.”

“But…your reputation,” you whisper.

“I would rather be known as a man who owns up to hismistakes than one who runs from them. Besides, I don’t consider this,” hetouches your belly, “a mistake. Unplanned? Not ideal? Sure, but this new life…Ihave a chance to start fresh and I want to with you.”

You stare in his eyes, completely overcome with emotionbefore flinging your arms around his neck. “I love you, Seijuro.”

Ryouta Kise - Date #52: Bike Ride

The sun is shining brightly, reflecting off the pond as youand Ryouta make your way around it on your bikes. It’s the most perfect springday and you’re so thankful your boyfriend has the day off from basketball andmodeling to spend some time with you.

A cry of gleeful surprise draws your attention to the blondeas he stops, pointing across the lake. Halting your bike, you straddle it andfollow the line of his finger where you see a group of kids on BMX bikes doingvarious tricks, jumping over benches and generally causing a commotion.

When Kise turns back to look at you, the expression on hisface has you groaning; you know that look.

“Ryouta-kun, no,” you say.

“What ____-cchi? You know I can copy anything!” he pouts.

“That may be true for sports, sweetie, but that’s a bit morecomplicated. Plus, you don’t even have the right-“he doesn’t wait for you tofinish your warning, taking off at full speed intent to copy what he sees themdoing.

Sighing, you take off after him, if for nothing else than tobe near at hand when he wrecks himself and needs to go to the hospital.

Ahead you can see him speeding forward, tires hitting theirmark and he launches. He releases the bike, kicking it to spin around but asyou predicted, because he’s on a normal bike, the body doesn’t rotate properly,leaving him to either land hard on it wrong or abandon the contraption alltogether.

He opts for the second scenario, releasing the bike with adecidedly high-pitched scream that would have you laughing if you weren’t sofearful for his wellbeing. He rolls as he lands, thankfully not hitting hishead or twisting anything as far as you can see.

His bike, however, is a bit worse for wear, slamming downhard, the frame tweaking.

From his position on the ground, Ryouta groans but as youreach him you’re thankful it’s more so in embarrassment than because he’s hurt.You disembark from your bike, allowing it to fall to the ground as you kneelbeside him.

“Ryouta-kun, are you ok?” you ask and he removes the handcovering his eyes.

Looking at your face he asks, “____-cchi, will you go withme to get a new bike?”

Thank you for the compliment! I really appreciate it! I’m sosorry this took FOREVER to get out and thank you for your patience! It’s prettyshort but I hope I gave you the dose of angst you were looking for!

“Y/N,” Takao says,his breath a bit shaky as he looks in your eyes, “I…I think, no, I know…we needto end this. We…we can’t be together anymore.”

Your heart feels like it just got stabbed, tears floodingyour eyes immediately when you see he’s completely serious. “Kazu-kun, how…howcan you say that? How can you look me in the eye and say that?” you say,hysteria threatening to erupt.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he walks to thewindow, looking out into the rapidly darkening sky. Turning back to look atyou, his eyes sad, he confesses, “I…I’m in love with someone else and…I justcan’t deny that anymore.”

Another stab, you feel your chest tighten. It’s hard tobreathe, hard to stand so you collapse into a chair, staring at him indisbelief.

“But…but what about us? What about your promise to alwayslove me!” You stand back up, anger mixing with your despair and you rushforward, smacking him across the face. “I gave you everything Kazunari!” youshout, fists clenched. “My heart, my time, my body! Everything and anything youwanted I gave it! I went to every game, stayed late for every practice, helpedyou with your homework and studying, brought you food, even cooked for the teamso you could all rest and this is thethanks I get?! This is my reward for sacrificing so much for you! A betrayal?!”

You smack him again and he grabs your hand, tugging you firmagainst his chest to stop your movements, his eyes boring into your tear-filledones. “Would you rather I fake it? Huh? Would you rather I pretend to still loveyou? Don’t you think you’d feel it? I’m surprised you haven’t by now.” He letsyou go and you collapse to the ground, face buried in your hands as you weep.

He crouches down, the touch of his hand on the back of yourhead making you wince. “You deserve better, _____-san,” he says, his use ofyour last name solidifying his decision to end this, to walk away and leave youbroken. “I’ve tried, I’ve tried so hard to ignore how I feel, to wait for it togo away, hoping it was just a stupid crush or…or…I don’t know, an irrational infatuationbut it hasn’t. It’s only gotten stronger and…I just couldn’t lie to youanymore.”

He tilts your face up and you’re surprised to see he hastears of his own leaking from his eyes. “You are amazing and I want you to behappy but I can’t be with you anymore.”

“If I’m so amazing, why are you going to her and not stayingwith me?” you ask, voice quiet.

He inhales a deep breath and shakes his head. “I don’t know,I just know as much as we both wanted it to be, this wasn’t meant to lastforever.”

His lips touch your forehead, the contact making you closeyour eyes. “Goodbye, _____-san,” he whispers.

Thanks to ririnontherescue for answering my “selfish request” for some Midorima last weekend! I went a bit angsty with this one but I hope you all like it!

Shintaro Midorima – Kiss #30 - a gentle “I love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss

Standing in the corridor of the arena near the locker room assigned to Shutoku High you bite back your tears; it was so heartbreaking watching them lose to Rakuzan High. One by one the boys exit, giving you slight nods of thanks for your support. Finally, Takao walks out, sniffling and his eyes red. Looking at you, he tries to smile but it falls immediately.

You don’t even have to ask. “He’s still in there, just…just staring at the floor,” he says shrugging his shoulders.

Nodding, you take a step forward, arms outstretched into which he collapses, giving you a long hug. “Thanks,” he whispers, “I can’t help him right now.”

“It’s ok, what do you think girlfriends are for?” you ask trying your own smile. He returns it briefly then walks away, head down.

Walking into the locker room, you see Shintaro sitting on one of the benches leaning on his knees, head hanging. He’s still in his uniform, hair slightly matted down from sweat and water. Kneeling before him, you touch his hands. He flinches slightly, clearly uncomfortable with you seeing him like this but you don’t care; you’re here for him.

“Taro-kun,” you say softly, “I…I won’t pretend to know how you’re feeling, but what I can do is tell you how proud I am of you.” Gently, you move one hand up, caressing his face; he won’t look at you but you know he’s listening. “I’m so proud of you for standing up to Akashi, for finally really trusting your team; especially Takao. I can’t imagine how much that meant to him.”

You stand up, one hand carding through his green hair. To your surprise, he wraps his arms around your waist, his head nestled against your stomach as you continue to stroke his hair. After a few minutes of silent comfort, you tug on the back of his jersey’s collar making him look up at you. His expression breaks your heart but you force yourself to smile at him.

Leaning down, you press your lips to his in a soft kiss, pulling back to whisper, “I love you.”

You’re unprepared when he surges up, head shooting past yours before he swoops down to capture your lips once more, hands holding the sides of your face firmly. His kiss is hot and heavy, glasses sitting askance on his face. With an impatient hand he tugs them away, allowing them to clatter on the bench as he kisses you even deeper.

He pulls away, inhaling deeply as he rests his forehead against yours. The taste of salt startles your eyes open, where you’re presented with the sight of Midorima with tear trails slowly making their way down his cheeks as his body starts quivering with the effort to hold in his emotions.

You wrap your arms around his neck, ending up on tip toes because of his height, rubbing your hand down the back of his head once more as you say, “It’s ok, my love, you did the best you could. And,” you pull back, waiting until he meets his eyes to yours before going on, “next time you’ll kick his ass.”

Hello dear! No trouble at all, I rather enjoyed the challenge and your choices strung together rather nicely. I hope you like it!

Ryouta Kise – Kisses #1, 2, 5, 22, 27 and 36 

#1: being unable to open their eyes for a few momentsafterward

#2: one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouringeach other

#5: guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

#22: smiling just before or during the kiss

#27: bringing up the hands to cup the other person’s face whilekissing

#36: that thing where someone turns into an unexpected kiss,like there were turning around and the other person was just super close

Kise watches you with your head down, eyes intensely focused onthe paper in front of you. You always look so cute when you’re concentrating. Thenagain, he always thinks you look cute. You’ve been tutoring him for most of thesemester, the school insisting that if he wants to continue playing basketball,he has to bring his grades up. He’d whined about it until he met you. Then hewhined about how hard assed you are but he doesn’t really mind spending timewith you. He just wished he could get you to see him as more than just aproject. He knows he’s immature and childish at times but he really likes you.

Leaning more into your space, his breath fans the practice testhe’s just finished and you’re grading.

“Kise, what do you wa-“you start only to be startled when youturn your head and your lips accidentally graze his; you’d no idea he was that close to you. The contact is brief,barely able to be considered a kiss but as you pull away Kise can’t stop hishand shooting behind your head to tug you forward, crashing your mouths backtogether.

His other hand cups your face, finger tips grazing over yourskin making you shiver. He feels the tremor, your obvious enjoyment of what he’sdoing making him smile into the kiss. Pulling you even closer, Kise’s browfurrows; now he’s the one concentrating, focusing on the feel of your lips, thetaste of your mouth and the scent of your skin. If this ends up being just afluke, he wants to remember every detail for the rest of his life.

Needing to feel more of you, Kise pulls you roughly from yourchair to straddle him in his, hands roaming over your back but remaining on theoutside of your clothes; he doesn’t want to push his luck. He curses his lungsneed of oxygen, unwillingly releasing you with a slight moan. Unable to openhis eyes for a few moments, he basks in the heat of your body pressed to his,the feel of your warm breath against his face.

“You know,” you say and he finally opens his eyes, “bribing meisn’t going to help your test scores get any better.”