#Generation of Miracles

[vivicella]

god please bring our family back together

[parientou]

these guys

[hoe-days]

I love rewatching KnB it’s such a silly concept

Fym they sensed Kagami being good😭

Kagami: *jumps high and wins game*

GoM from miles away in different places:

[ddoe-eyes]

kuroko no basket is like. all the adults in our life failed us. but for awhile it was ok because we got to walk home together. no one sees me but you do. i love this thing so much but i hate it for not saving me. i think he's going to save me or i'm going to save him. i'm crying at the literal crossroad of my childhood then crying with joy at the start of the rest of my life. hey you inspire me and i resent you for it. hey do you want to get milkshakes. hey the idea of losing all of you split me in two also i have a trauma disorder. i'm going to ruin myself to give you a win. i'm going to win so you'll come back. i'm going to win because then we'll all be able to sit and have dinner together. it's about a comeback but there's no such thing as a quick comeback in basketball.

[zetsu--bou]

akashi being colorblind and sending pictures of random things to gom groupchat asking for what color it is and they're just replying no questions asked

[akashirl]

ladies and gentlemen, i present you the kiseki no sedai if they served face and cunt.

can anyone see the vision or should i get tested for schizophrenia.

[miss-choco-chips]

Back on my Kuroko bullshit but I just found out there's a whole manga series mostly focused on the GoM during their teiko days???? I knew some of it existed but I thought it was one extra manga chapter or two, not a whole ass separate thing!!!!!!

Now if you'll excuse me I'll be unavailable for the next few hours or so, reading about dumb boys doing dumb boy shit. I'll keep y'all posted

[ajy006]

I sometimes wish Kuroko no Basket had been released in 2020 instead of 2012. The fanfiction featuring original characters or reader inserts is often cringeworthy, they all seem to share the same personality traits with only minor differences. It's really confusing why the female character is always portrayed as the only girl playing basketball with the boys, even more so that she is better than them and she is very Smart on the court but totally clueless in school. Her name is typically something like "Queen of Basketball" or another title starting with "Queen." She’s often depicted with an unrealistic body type and a mean demeanor, yet everyone seems to love her.

The writing quality is generally poor it’s so 2010s in bad way. Haikyuu and Blue Lock fans are so lucky you guys have a wider variety of fanfiction. While there are certainly some cringe-worthy stories, there are also many well-written ones. You have fanfics that actually explore relationships and don't just stick to the main plot and also most Kuroko no Basket fanfics are short, and if they are longer, they tend to fall into the reverse harem category. I’d be fine if they developed the relationships better, but most of the time, the characters just like her for dumb reasons. Can we please get an OC/reader who doesn’t play basketball, is nice and has a complex personality! (Also, if you know any good KNB fanfics, please share!)

[hrknk]

usually i like their official outfits, but not this one, so why not to draw these ugly clothes, I thought

[chosenimagines]

It's Shintaro Midorima's fault that I now have a Oha Asa horoscope app....

Damn you, Shin!

I've never been a horoscope girlie and now look at me

[dark-and-kawaii]

NOTE: I deleted a lot of my Haikyuu stuff on here especially the dark dark content -regretting it now-. So to those who are still here from back then and notice, yes there are things missing and I apologize.

Naruto Masterlist

Kinks/What Turns Them On: Kakashi - Minato - Itachi - NSFW

Delicious Madara Smut: Madara Uchiha - NSFW

Lover: Kakashi - NSFW

Enamored: Madara - NSFW

What He Likes: Tobirama - NSFW

Tsukuyomi: Itachi - NSFW

Jealous: Kakashi

Why He’s Special: Madara

Coming Out: Kakashi

нαιкуυυ!!! мαѕтєяℓιѕт

Poly Relationship Headcanons: Hanamaki - Matsukawa - Atsumu - Osamu - Ushijima - Tendou - NSFW - Fluff - I love them all

Cheating Headcanons: Atsumu - Oikawa - Suna - Angst - Cheating - Splash Of NSFW

Non Cheaters Headcanons: Sakusa - Akaashi - NSFW - Yandere - Death

MSBY Team: NSFW

Random Headcanons: Kuroo - Soft - Sweet - Nicknames

Train Sex: Kuro - NSFW - Exhibitionism - Kuroo Fucks You On The Train

Gangbang Headcanons: Sugawara - Asahi - Daichi - NSFW - Gangbang

Betrayal: Yandere Atsumu - Helpless Osamu - Noncon - Gore - Choking - Osamu Tied To Chair

кυяσкσ ησ вαѕкєт мαѕтєяℓιѕт

Just Panties: Generation Of Miracles - Tetsuya - Fluff - Nekkid

Stealing The Blanket: Kise - Miyaji - Kagami - Akashi - Takao - Fluff

Trying To Impregnate You: Aomine - NSFW - Breeding

Lazy Mornings: Murasakibara - Himuro - Fluff - Cuddling

Dancing: Akaashi - Kise - Dancing - Fluff

Birthday Sex: Murasakibara - NSFW - Birthday Sex - Frosting

Pregnancy Sex: Aomine - Masturbation - NSFW - Pregnancy

Wakamatsu Headcanons: Wakamatsu - SFW - NSFW

Dad Headcanons: Hanamiya - Kiyoshi - Furuhashi - Kagami - Aomine - Fluff

Bad Boys Do It Better: Hanamiya - Hara - Seto - NSFW - Gangbang

[thealternateuniverse]

Jealous

Aomine Daiki x Reader

"That's disgusting, Kise," you grimaced as Kise threw his towel, drenched in sweat, toward you.

"Rin-chi, come here," he motioned for you to come closer.

You stopped yourself from slapping him. He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that they were losing to Touo. It was the fourth quarter, and Touo was leading by 12 points. Kaijo’s loss against Seirin had already been tough enough, but Kise seemed to have different priorities tonight. Just like Daiki—Aomine, who usually found the game boring but was actually playing hard today.

You glanced toward Touo’s bench and quickly looked away when you noticed Aomine staring in your direction.

"What happened to the game plan, Kise?" You crossed your arms, looking down at him as he sat on the bench, chugging his Gatorade.

"Change of plans. Something’s wrong with Aominecchi. He seems determined to crush me today."

Kise's words made sense. Something was off with Aomine. He was playing, but it felt more like he was competing with Kise. The first quarter had gone fine, but since then, Aomine had been focused on preventing Kise from scoring or even trying to foul him.

"And?" You raised an eyebrow.

Kise grinned mischievously before answering.

"Nothing. I’ve got some ideas now. I think I know what to do," he said, standing up.

You scrunched your nose when Kise threw his arm over your shoulder and playfully kissed your forehead, just like he always did when teasing you. It was disgusting. He didn’t smell bad, but he was drenched in sweat, and it was sticking to you. You pushed him away, but he only laughed.

"Damn, focus, Kise," you muttered.

Kise shook his head, grinning, before running back to the court as the timeout ended.

------------------se

The fourth quarter was even more intense. Aomine was one foul away from being benched, but he guarded Kise like a hound dog. If you didn’t know them better, you'd think they were about to start a fight at any moment—one foul from either, and it could have turned ugly.

"What's up with number 5?" Mitsuhiro muttered, frustrated. They had noticed it too.

Touo won by 6 points. Kise's attempt to narrow the gap to 3 failed, as Aomine was relentless in preventing him from scoring throughout the quarter. After the handshake, Kise whispered something to Aomine, which seemed to put the latter in an even worse mood. Despite the win, Aomine didn’t look happy. He shot one last glance in your direction before heading to the locker room.

Kise, on the other hand, seemed to have won. He didn’t look upset at all when they all returned to the bench.

"What was that about?" You asked him.

"Nothing, Rincchi. Aominecchi is still Aomine," Kise replied with a grin, then threw his arm around your shoulders, dragging you toward the locker room.

"Come on, Rincchi. Let's grab some ice cream after."

You were glued to your phone, watching the game while waiting for Kise. You had been so focused on Aomine and Kise dogfight that you almost forgot you needed to study the game later.

You nearly dropped your phone when someone suddenly dragged you into the locker room.

"What the—Daiki!" You managed to catch your phone just in time.

Aomine shut the door and locked it. He was already changed into his Touo warm-ups, his hair damp, and his duffel bag hanging off his right shoulder. He tossed it somewhere—God knows where.

"What the hell is your problem?" you demanded.

You hadn’t spoken to Daiki in a long time, not since Teiko High. You never planned on transferring schools, but after the team disbanded, you were left alone. Daiki had been your "Kise" back then, but after all the victories, he seemed to lose his passion for basketball. He practically ghosted you before moving to Touo. Things hadn’t been the same without them in Teiko. Your parents had wanted to send you to Rakuzen, but it was too far from Tokyo. You ended up at Kaijo, which wasn’t terrible—at least Kise was there.

Daiki didn’t say anything. He just stared at you. You couldn’t meet his gaze for long. Up close, he looked so different. Taller. Leaner. He used to smile constantly during junior high, so carefree, back when he still loved basketball. But now, all you could see was that scowl, and bored expression. It frustrated you, seeing him hate something he once loved so deeply. You just wanted to wipe that expression off his face.

"What? Are we going to just stare at each other all day?" You crossed your arms, watching as his eyes flickered on your breast. Classic Daiki. How Satsuki ever put up with him for all these years was beyond you.

"Are you and Kise dating?" he asked, completely out of the blue.

You blinked, stunned. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Daiki in years, and the first thing he asks is whether you and Kise are dating?

"Why?" you asked, voice cool but guarded. You didn't confirm or deny it, watching him step closer. It was the kind of question that made no sense, but you couldn’t help but feel irritated. You took a step back, but his long strides quickly closed the distance, cornering you against the wall.

"Answer the fucking question," he said, his voice low, demanding

"Wow! Nice to see you, Daiki! You left for Touo without a word—no text, no explanation! And now you're asking me if Kise and I are dating?"

The words stung, but it was the tears burning at the back of your eyes that you struggled to keep in check. You locked eyes with him, defiant, challenging him to say something.

Daiki didn't back down, his gaze sharp, studying you as if searching for some hidden truth.

"I beat him today. And I'll beat him every chance I get until he gives up basketball."

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

"I don't understand," you said, your voice shaky but determined. "You were gone... now you're here, and you want to beat Kise. What does any of this have to do with me?"

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence. Without warning, Daiki closed the distance between you by kissing you, his kiss aggressive and overwhelming. You tried to push him away, but he was relentless—his grip too firm, his presence too intense.

He broke off from the kiss, and without thinking, your hands shot up, landing across his face in a slap. The impact echoed in the small space, but Daiki didn’t even flinch. He didn’t budge. His expression remained unreadable, but something flickered in his eyes.

You weren’t sure why you slapped him. Maybe it was the rush of emotions—anger, hurt, confusion, that had been building up for so long. Maybe it was the shock of seeing him again, after everything.

"I'm sorry," Daiki sighed, his voice heavy with something like regret. But you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or just him trying to smooth things over.

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. But the flood of emotions, the pain, the unanswered questions, the years of silence—rushed at you all at once. The years you’d spent thinking about him, wondering why he left, why he didn’t even say goodbye, felt like they were crashing over you in that moment.

You stood at 5'6", but Daiki’s towering presence only seemed to make you feel smaller. You pushed against him, the force of it useless. He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch.

"You..." Another push, but he barely flinched. "fucking..." You pushed again, but it felt useless. "asshole." The words were sharp, a mix of anger and hurt, your breath coming in quick bursts.

Before you could react, Daiki grabbed your arm and pulled you into an embrace. His grip was firm yet somehow comforting, as if he was trying to hold you together even when you were falling apart.

"I'm sorry..."

His words hung in the air, and, despite the anger still boiling inside you, a warmth began to seep into your chest. His embrace felt different now, heavier in a way that made you ache. You missed him—missed the way things used to be—before everything felt so off. When he left without a word, it hurt more than he'd probably ever understand. Basketball wasn't the same anymore, but he didn’t even bother to say goodbye. Just a simple text would’ve been enough, but he didn’t even offer that.

"I hate you!" The words came out between ragged breaths, a release of everything you had been holding in.

Daiki’s hands found your shoulders, his touch grounding, even if it felt like it might break you.

"I know, baby. What can I do to make it up to you?" His voice was low, almost pleading, and then he pulled you in, brushing his lips softly against your forehead. The touch was tender, a stark contrast to the storm that still raged inside you.

"Remind me to beat the crap out of Kise for kissing you."

Your lips curled into a smirk. So, he had been watching you and Kise earlier, piecing together his own conclusion that you two were dating. You shuddered at the thought. What you and Kise shared was strictly platonic—always had been. Even back in Teiko. Kise had always been like that, affectionate and carefree, but never crossing the line. It was just the way he was, even with Satsuki around. Now, here in Kaijo, it was no different. He was just comfortable around you, a female who didn’t overthink every little gesture or word.

"You idiot, we're not dating. That's what you get for ghosting us." You playfully hit his arm, a smirk tugging at your lips.

Daiki scratched the back of his head, his awkwardness evident as he tried to brush it off.

"It seems so, the way he said it earlier," he muttered, still processing what Kise had implied.

Confusion flickered across your face for a moment before a mischievous grin spread across it.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" You teased, your voice laced with amusement.

Daiki groaned, remembering Kise's words earlier. He couldn't help but feel a growing irritation at the thought of Kise’s smug expression. A little voice in his head reminded him to hit his former teammate when they crossed paths again.

"What's got you worked up today, Aominecchi?" Kise asked

He hadn’t planned to be so invested in this game, but the way Kise’s presence kept pulling his attention toward the Kaijo bench stirred something deep within him—a mix of irritation and something else he wasn’t ready to confront.

"Woke up wanting to eat you alive," he answered, his annoyance dripping through his words.

Kise just laughed, already sensing the irritation bubbling inside his former teammate. He knew exactly what buttons to press to rile Daiki up.

"I see, good luck Aominecchi. Just like you, I’m inspired to beat Touo today," Kise said, intentionally glancing toward the Kaijo bench where you were watching the game with focused intensity. His eyes glinted with mischief, adding more fuel to the fire.

Daiki’s jaw clenched as he heard Kise's words. "I promised someone I’d win today so I can ask her out."

"Kise is dating someone, not me, of course."

Aomine let out a sigh of relief. He had been worried, thought maybe he was too late to even consider his own chances. Kise had really gotten to him this time.

As for you, seeing Daiki again felt like a breath of fresh air. Sure, it hadn’t started off smoothly, but there was something about seeing him on the court again, seeing him actually care instead of boredom or little to no effort playing that you hadn’t seen in years. It was like a missing puzzle piece falling back into place.

"So, that means I can take you out?"

You snapped out of your trance, surprised by the sudden question.

"What?"

"If you and Kise aren’t dating, then I can take you out?" His voice was laced with hope, yet you could hear the nerves creeping in. Daiki’s usual confident air was replaced with something almost vulnerable, as if he was unsure whether to expect rejection or acceptance.

You tilted your head, pretending to consider the offer. In truth, you already knew your answer, but teasing him a little felt good. Daiki’s unease was endearing.

"Okay, only if you beat Seirin."

Daiki exhaled sharply, a mixture of relief and tension flooding through him. He was confident in his team, sure of his abilities, but something about Seirin—especially that Taiga Kagami—had him on edge. He wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, but you could tell he was still stewing over the possibility of facing someone like Kagami.

"Okay, but can we have some ice cream after this?" Daiki’s tone softened a little as he tried to make the best of the situation, though you could tell he was still thinking about the game ahead. "Satsuki wants to see you."

Your face lit up at the mention of Satsuki. It had been too long since you'd seen her face-to-face; the last time was before the season started. Texts and calls just weren't the same.

"Can we bring Kise along? We were supposed to have ice cream too," you suggested, a teasing smile playing at the corners of your lips.

The moment you said Kise’s name, Daiki’s expression immediately darkened. His jaw clenched, and his frown deepened. You couldn’t help but laugh internally at how obvious it was.

"Come on, Daiki. It’s just Kise. He’ll be delighted to see Satsuki, too," you pleaded, leaning in just slightly to soften the blow.

Daiki sighed in surrender, the fight leaving his shoulders as he rolled his eyes. Despite his grumbling, you knew he’d go along with it. He always did when it came to you.

[vivicella]

kiseki no seidai

[kurokonobrainrot]

I was thinking about the GoM and how much they care for each other.

Ithink the GoM is very jealous of their former teammates new teams.

The GoM friendships with their respective teams strengthening the friendship between them is very wholesome and that's one one the things i love the most in KnB. But I think deep down they'll all be a little jealous to see how much happier everyone is with their new teams. They would be like 'what did their new teams did right that we didn't'.

Of course they are all happy for each other but it still hurt to know they weren't enough and their friendship weren't enough in Teiko.

They see Akashi happy and relaxed, Midorima smiling and sometimes even laughing, Kuroko smiling and teasing his teammates, Kise complete love and devotion to his new friends, Aomine slowly getting out of his depression, Murasakibara learning to love basketball, Momoi starting to smile again etc. They see how everyone is so much happier so much better now and it hurts.

They wish they could have been that for them, but they'll slowly get there as time goes on. I think after the Jabberwock match they can finally accept it because now they know their bond isn't gone, their friendship is still there and they are still very important to each other. And the reason they are able to feel better now isn't only because of their new teams but also because of their rivalry and their rekindled friendships.

I love them so much, i don't even have the words to express how much i love them. This is the heart of KnB, the heart of the story. Their friendship and love and devotion to each other, learning to be friend again, learning to be there for each other. This is literally a story about fixing a friendship and it's beautiful.

I can't imagine a future were they aren't friend because their friendship is fate. And it's so important to them.

Edit : look at my babies together

[woncheolisms]

how GoM react to you wearing their jersey to a game

-> AOMINE DAIKI:

You knew he wouldn't show up to the game, as per usual. But this time would be different.

This time, while you stood over his lazy, napping form on the school roof, you had promised him that if he showed up, there would be a surprise waiting for him.

That caught his attention, as you knew it would. He was skeptical on the inside though. What could possibly be good enough to make him stay for a whole game, start to finish?

He did not expect to hear you scream his name from the stands during warm ups, breath hitching when he caught sight of you in his jersey.

You had put it on over your sweater, grinning wide as you pointed at the number and mouthed ‘surprise’. It made aomine blink and gulp.

You had worn his clothes before, but never his jersey. He felt his skin tingle in a foreign feeling of possessiveness. That was his number on your chest.

Aomine turned around and walked to the coach. “Put me in at the beginning of the game.”

His teammates gawked at him. Aomine? Willing to play? No, not just willing. Eager. This was unprecedented.

You however, were giggling in the stands, knowing exactly what his motivation to play today was.

-> KISE RYOTA:

Kise’s fans often showed up in his jersey number for games, giggling and squealing in the stands and saying his name to get his attention during warm ups. But you, you were different.

For one, you were dating. For another, you weren’t just wearing a jersey with his number on it. You were wearing his personal jersey. Tailored to him and swimming over your small frame.

You grinned when he noticed the jersey on you before the game in the hallway. He bit his lip and hid a smile.

“You wore it for me?” He tilted his head, trying to hold back from cooing all over you. You looked so cute.

“Yeah. To support you. I see all your fans do it.” You shrugged like it was no big deal. It was a big deal though, at least to Kise.

He stepped forward and smacked a sloppy kiss on your cheek, made you squeal and wipe it off in mock disgust. It didn’t bother Kise though. He was on cloud nine just looking at you wearing his clothes.

-> MIDORIMA SHINTARO:

His brain short circuits when he sees you.

Next, a million thoughts hit him all at once.

First of all, how did you even get your hands on his jersey? And how had he not noticed a missing jersey from his closet?

(You were sneaky and crafty usually, so it wasn’t too surprising)

Second of all, how did orange look so good on you?

“What is the meaning of this?” He scowls at you, making you giggle and skip closer to him. Midorima fought to keep a straight face. You were glowing.

“I know you have your lucky object with you,” you eyed the humongous hourglass figurine in his hand. “But I thought it would be nice to have a little extra luck.”

He felt his lips twitch, the muscles of his shoulders relax. He hadn’t realized he was about to walk out to court while being so stiff.

He pouted at you and looked away when he caught your teasing gaze, looking away with heated cheeks. “Thanks for the luck.”

You giggled again and planted a kiss on his jaw, turning around to the hall which lead to the stands.

“See you after the game, Shin.” You called back. Midorima allowed his lips to tilt upwards as he watched you leave.

-> MURASAKIBATA ATSUSHI:

I’m gonna say it, he doesn’t think it’s too big a deal.

Not the jersey itself, but he is more affected by the fact that you’re wearing his clothes at all. Because they are huge on you.

You’re swimming in it, dwarfed by the sheer amount of fabric. If he didn’t like the look so much, he would laugh.

But he loved it. Loved seeing you in the stands, perking up and grinning at him whenever he looked up at you and met your eyes.

The white and purple looked great on you, made you stand out in the crowd and put you in the center of his vision. What a view to have during the game.

Him putting in more effort on the court was all because it made you cheer for him and stand taller. He could give less of a shit about the actual game or the end result.

Rest assured, he will be subtly hinting at you to wear more of his clothes, jersey or otherwise.

-> AKASHI SEIJUROU:

Akashi’s actions make it abundantly clear that he is very territorial of you.

You are his. No one else has rights to you the way he does.

Now imagine him seeing you at a game, which he knows is also being attended by his peers, underclassmen, opponents and other acquaintances, knowing you are in his jersey.

His number on your chest and back, his school colors enveloping your frame.

Everyone would know you were his. And that sense of power made him feel things.

His piercing gaze finds you in the stands, the uptick of his lips and the satisfied look on his face was enough for you to squirm. Oh he liked what he saw.

He gives you a harsh kiss in the hall when the game ends, and an approving once over that fills you with glee.

With zero words, Akashi has ensured that you would show up to all his games from now on with his jersey on your back.

[long-manic-nights]

Kagami has a really hard time adapting to the whole “✨miracles✨ being friends again” situation, because team hierarchy is back in place, and he is VERY LOW in it. He’s invited to play street-ball and movie nights, of course, but everything has to be ✨Momoi✨ planned and ✨Midorima✨ scheduled, and then ✨Akashi✨ approved, which is weird as f*ck. And it’s even weirder everyone seems to be very okay with it.