#gom player

[jjangredpanda]

[candy-pants]

[aomine-in-gensokyo]

weekly takao edit #7 🏀🐦

congrats to takao and his team OKC for winning the NBA finals!!

[ballsandbabes]

GOM + Kagami: S/o wants to learn basketball

Summary: Basically cute chaos on the court <3

Authors Note: Not proofread// Gifs are not mine// y/n= your name

Genre: Fluff, Chaos and lots of teasing

Aomine Daiki

It all started as a joke.

“I could totally learn basketball,” you said one afternoon while watching a game with Aomine.

He smirked, tossing popcorn into his mouth. “You? On the court?”

You gave him a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he said lazily. “Just... you trip over air.”

You threw a pillow at him. “Shut up!”

But the next afternoon, you showed up at the local court in sneakers, shorts, and a determined scowl. “Teach me,” you said, spinning a ball on your finger—and failing, miserably. It fell and bounced away like a taunt.

Aomine blinked. Then grinned. “You serious?”

“Dead serious.”, you said. He stretched, standing up with a yawn. “Alright. But don’t cry when I school you.”

“Just try not to cry when I actually score on you.”

That earned you a deep chuckle. “Sure, princess.”

—

It started off innocent. Dribbling drills. Footwork. You tripped once—okay, twice—but you got better. His hands brushed yours when correcting your grip. His voice dipped low whenever he leaned in to explain something. “Keep your knees loose,” he said, coming up behind you. His hands lightly guided your stance. “Like this. You’re too stiff.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re too smug.”

“That’s ‘cause I’m right.”

You shot. It hit the rim and bounced off.

“Close,” he said, catching it with one hand. “But not good enough.”

You glared at him. “Again.”

This time, when you shot, he stepped in and blocked it. You gasped. “You jerk!” He grinned. “What? You said you wanted to learn. That includes rejection.”

You chased him around the court, smacking his arm while he laughed like a kid at recess. “You’re the worst teacher ever!”

“Nah,” he said, easily holding the ball above your head. “Best teacher. Just a realistic one.” Then—without warning—he leaned in.

Not quite a kiss. Just close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek. “You’re cute when you’re trying,” he murmured, voice dropping to that smooth, teasing tone that made your knees a little less loose.

You swallowed. “Is this part of the lesson?”

“Depends,” he said, spinning the ball once before flicking it toward the basket. Swish. “You learn better when you’re flustered?”

You tried to hit him again, laughing this time. “I hate you.”

“Nah,” he said, that familiar smirk back on his lips as he tossed you the ball. “You just hate that I’m good at everything.”

You held the ball, heart still racing. “Bet you can’t teach me how to beat you.”

Aomine’s eyes sparkled. “Oh yeah?”

“One-on-one. Tomorrow. No mercy.”

He leaned in again, this time brushing a kiss to your temple before whispering, “Looking forward to it.”

Kise Ryouta

You barely finished the sentence before Ryouta lit up like a golden retriever being offered his favourite treat.

"You want me to teach you basketball?!" he gasped, hands clutching his chest like you'd just proposed marriage. “____-cchi! I'm honored!” You laughed, slipping on your sneakers as he bounced around the court like a kid on caffeine. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

He pouted. “This is serious! You’re willingly entering my domain! That’s romantic!”

“It’s not romantic.”

“Yes it is.” His eyes sparkled. “It’s a total romcom set-up. Beautiful girl gets private lessons from the handsome ace player, sparks fly, they fall in love—” You raised a brow. “We already are dating.”

“Exactly,” he said, grinning. “We’re halfway through the movie. This is the training montage part!” You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “Alright, coach. Impress me.”

He cleared his throat, switching to Serious Athlete Mode™. “First—dribbling. You’ve gotta stay low and keep control.”

He demonstrated, of course with unnecessary flair—one-handed, then behind the back, then spinning it casually on a finger while winking at you. You deadpan stared. “Yeah, that’s definitely beginner level.”

Ryouta laughed, then came closer, gently placing the ball in your hands. “Okay, okay. For real this time. Just bounce it low, like this.” He guided your hands, standing behind you, practically melting against your back with his arms around yours. He smelled like cologne and sunshine.

“You’re very close,” you said.

“Just helping,” he said, voice low and way too pleased with himself. “It’s called hands-on learning.” You elbowed him gently. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“I’m the luckiest,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before stepping back. “Okay, now try shooting!” You took the shot—it missed entirely. Clunked off the side of the rim and bounced off the court.

Ryouta blinked, then started clapping dramatically. “We have liftoff!”

“Don’t mock me!”

“I’m not! I’m encouraging you, ____-cchi!” he said, wiping a fake tear from his eye. “So proud of your journey.”

You grabbed another ball and threw it at him. He dodged with a laugh, arms wide.

"Hey, hey! Violence won’t help your form!"

“You won’t help your face if you keep teasing me.”

Ryouta jogged over, took your hand, and looked at you like you were the most precious thing on the court. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll be serious now. I just—” he shrugged sheepishly, “—I really love being out here with you.”

You blinked. Your heart did that stupid flutter thing.

“…I’m bad at this,” you muttered.

“You’re learning. And honestly…” He spun the ball on his finger and grinned, “you look adorable doing it.” You groaned. “That’s not helping.”

“It’s helping me,” he said, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Can we do this every weekend?”

You smiled, leaning back against him.

“Only if you stop acting like this is an anime opening.”

He gasped. “How dare—! This is an anime opening. And I’m the handsome male lead who falls hopelessly in love with the cute girl who can’t dribble!”

“Okay, that’s it. I’m switching sports.”

Ryouta grinned and kissed your cheek again. “Fine, but I’m following you to whatever sport you pick. Deal?”

“…Deal.”

Kuroko Tetsuya

You should’ve known Kuroko would take this seriously.When you casually mentioned, “Hey, I think I wanna learn basketball,” he blinked at you once, nodded… and showed up the next day with a handwritten workout schedule, color-coded tabs, and personalized notes.

“Tetsuya,” you blinked at the binder he handed you. “This is... more organized than my entire life.”

“I want you to improve efficiently,” he said simply, like it was obvious. “Also, I included water breaks.”

You flipped through it, a mix of touched and slightly overwhelmed. There were even little encouragements in the margins: “Keep your knees bent, not your spirit!” “You’re doing better than yesterday.” “Don’t forget to stretch your smile, too.”

You glanced at him. “Did you write motivational quotes for me?”

He looked away, ever so slightly pink. “I thought they might help.” You smiled so hard it hurt.

—

The court was mostly empty that afternoon, with just the two of you and the echo of bouncing balls. Kuroko started you off with basics—dribbling drills, some footwork, and soft passes that somehow always landed exactly where you could catch them. He wasn’t loud. He wasn’t flashy. But he was incredibly good at guiding you. Every correction was gentle, every compliment honest and understated.

“You’re improving,” he said as you finally managed to dribble down the court without fumbling. “Your hands are learning.”

“My hands are dumb,” you muttered, wiping your forehead.

He handed you a water bottle without missing a beat. “They’re not dumb. They’re just inexperienced. Like your jokes.”

You stared. “Did you just sass me?” He blinked innocently. “No.”

“…You totally did.”

The corners of his lips tugged up ever so slightly. His version of a full-on laugh. You stuck your tongue out at him before returning to the drills. Later, when you missed a shot for the sixth time in a row, you groaned dramatically and collapsed onto the court. “I am a disgrace to the sport,” you moaned.

“You are not,” he said, stepping beside you and offering his hand. “You just need more practice. And maybe to lift the ball with your arms, not your hopes.”

You gasped. “Okay, that was sass.” He tilted his head. “Constructive sass.”

You let him pull you to your feet, still laughing, your fingers slipping against his for a moment longer than necessary. “Thanks for taking the time to do this,” you said quietly. “Even if I suck.”

He looked at you with that steady, unshakable gaze of his. “You don’t suck. And even if you did, I’d still enjoy this.”

“…Why?”

“Because you’re you,” he said, so simply that your heart actually stumbled in your chest.

You bit your lip, stepping a little closer. “Well, since you’ve been such a good coach today…” He raised an eyebrow, curious. You leaned up and brushed a soft kiss to his cheek. Kuroko blinked. Then stood still for a full two seconds, processing.

“…Thank you,” he said finally, a faint red dusting his ears. “I’d like to receive more rewards like this in future sessions.” You grinned. “Only if you keep the motivational quotes coming.”

He nodded seriously. “I’ll prepare a new batch for next time.”

You laughed, tucking yourself under his arm as he handed you your water bottle again, the sun beginning to dip behind the court. Private lessons with Kuroko might not be flashy. But they were perfectly you.

Taiga Kagami

It all started when you wandered into the gym after his evening practice, sneakers in hand and a hopeful look on your face.

"Hey, Kagami," you called. He turned from the hoop, sweat dampening his tank top and forehead, ball tucked under one arm. “Yo. What’s up?”

You grinned. “I wanna learn basketball. Teach me?” He blinked. “You? You wanna play basketball?”

“Why does everyone say that?” you groaned. Kagami rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly flustered. “No! I didn’t mean it like that! I just—uh, I mean—yeah! I can teach you! Totally.” You snorted. “That was the smoothest sentence I’ve ever heard.”

“Shut up and stretch before you pull something.”

—

You expected drills. What you didn’t expect was for Kagami to go full-on coach mode — minus the yelling.

“Okay, first—stance. Feet shoulder-width apart.”

You mimicked him, a little stiff. “No, no—looser.” He stepped behind you, hesitated, then placed his hands on your hips to gently adjust your stance. “Like this.” You froze. His hands were big. Warm. Very there.

“Better,” he muttered, stepping back quickly, ears glowing red. You turned your head and smirked. “Aw, Taiga, are you blushing?”

“I’m not—”

“You totally are.”

“Shut up and dribble!”

—

You were bad at it. Like… really bad. But Kagami was weirdly patient, correcting your hand placement, gently swatting the ball back when it rolled away, and smiling whenever you managed even a half-decent move. “You’re seriously trying,” he said, slightly breathless as he jogged to retrieve a wild shot of yours.

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

“I’m not,” he said, tossing the ball back with a grin. “It’s just… kinda cute.”

You blinked. “What is?” He shrugged. “You. Out here. Trying. Messing up. Getting mad. Sticking your tongue out when you concentrate.”

You flushed, throwing the ball at his chest—he caught it effortlessly.

“You’re such a dork.”

“Says the one who just missed five layups in a row.”

“I swear to God—” He laughed. “Kidding! You’re improving. Seriously.” You watched him smile at you like it meant something. Like you meant something. And that’s when you realized—you kind of loved this version of Kagami. Slightly awkward, but warm. Goofy, but gentle. A little clumsy with words, but so good with his actions. You stepped closer, reaching for the ball he held. Instead, you tiptoed up and kissed him on the cheek. He went still, eyes wide like you’d just dunked on him mid-game.

“That’s for being a good teacher,” you said casually, snatching the ball from his frozen hands. He touched his cheek like it was the first time anyone had ever kissed him there.

“…I think I need more private lessons,” he muttered, blinking in disbelief. You grinned. “We’ll see. Only if you don’t make me run suicides next time.”

“No promises,” he said, finally smiling again. “But I might go easier on you if I get another reward like that.” You turned away to hide your blush. “Shut up and stretch, Kagami.” He chuckled, jogging after you. And somehow, that late-night gym session felt more like a win than any buzzer-beater ever could.

Akashi Seijuro

The Akashi family ball was everything you expected it to be: glamorous, gilded, and intimidatingly formal. But you weren’t nervous — not with Seijuro at your side, hand resting lightly at the small of your back, his presence a steady, unshakeable calm. He guided you through introductions, dances, and whispered compliments like a man perfectly in control. Until you leaned up during a slow waltz and murmured in his ear: “You know… I still want that basketball lesson you promised me.”

He blinked, just once. Then he smiled — slow, knowing, a little amused. “Now?” You gave him your best innocent look. “Why not?”

His eyes flicked to the side — toward the Akashi estate’s private indoor court. Empty. Polished. Lit by soft overhead lights. You’d passed it on the way in, and now the idea of you both playing there, dressed to the nines, was suddenly deliciously ridiculous.

“You’re serious,” he said softly.

“Only if you are.”

His gaze dropped briefly — from your perfectly styled hair, to your elegant dress, to your heels — then back up, eyes gleaming with something equal parts fondness and challenge. “Very well,” he said, offering his hand once more. “Let’s make this evening more… memorable.”

—

You kicked off your heels at the edge of the court, the cool wood under your bare feet. Your dress swished around your legs as you tried to dribble the ball he handed you. Tried. It bounced off your foot with a loud thunk and rolled away. Akashi caught it with one hand.

You sighed. “I’m hopeless.” He smiled — warm, amused. “Hardly. You’re just distracted by the setting.”

You tilted your head. “And you’re not?”

“I have excellent focus,” he replied, stepping closer. “Even when someone as beautiful as you is breaking dress code and attempting a crossover in a ball gown.”

You poked his chest. “That sounded like a flirt and a scolding.”

“Why not both?”

He gently guided your hands to the proper position. His fingers lingered longer than necessary. “Bend your knees slightly,” he said, his breath warm against your temple. “Control the ball — don’t let it control you.”

“You say that like it’s easy.”

“It is, with the right teacher.” You looked up. He was very close. “You always get this smug when coaching?” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “Only when the student looks this enchanting under gym lights.” Your heartbeat kicked up.

“Seijuro…”

“Yes?”

You shot the ball just to break the tension. It missed. Badly. He caught it again, tucking it under one arm. “I think,” he said, stepping even closer until his chest was brushing yours, “this lesson may need… additional incentive.”

“Oh?” you breathed, suddenly hyper-aware of how your dress clung to you. “Like what?” He leaned down slowly, eyes locked to yours. “A reward for progress.”

Then his lips brushed yours — soft, deliberate, slow. You melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck as the ball dropped and bounced away. He caught your waist like he never wanted to let go. When you finally pulled back, breathless, you laughed. “I think I’ll be requesting private lessons more often.”

Akashi smirked, brushing your hair from your face with court-level precision. “Then I’ll make sure every lesson ends in victory… for both of us.”

Murasakibara Atsushi

"Ne~, ___-chin… you're serious?" Atsushi blinked slowly at you from his place on the gym floor, lying flat on his back like a bored cat in the sun. An open bag of strawberry Pocky rested on his chest, one stick hanging out of his mouth. You nodded firmly, bouncing a basketball between your hands. “I want to learn. You’re the best player I know.”

He sighed dramatically, like you’d asked him to run a marathon in the rain. “But it’s sooo annoying to teach stuff... and my arms feel sleepy.”

You walked up and squatted beside him, poking his cheek. “You can dunk without trying and block shots like you're swatting flies. If anyone can make me look good on the court, it's you.” He squinted one eye open at you, then closed it again. “Mmm... flattery’s kinda working.”

You smiled. “I'll give you snacks after.” That did it. He sat up immediately, looming over you with his ridiculous height, the Pocky still dangling from his lips.

“…Fine. But only if you’re fun to coach, okay?”

You stood up, grinning. “Deal.”

—

Lesson One: Dribbling: It went as expected. “Your hands are too stiff,” he mumbled, chewing lazily on another Pocky as he watched you fumble the ball. “You look like you're swatting a bug.”

You glared. “You could actually help instead of commentating like a snacking grandma.”

“Mmm… maybe.” He lumbered over and reached down to gently adjust your grip. His fingers dwarfed yours — warm, slow, surprisingly careful. “Like this,” he said, pressing your hands into the right position. “Let the ball bounce, not your brain.”

You snorted. “What kind of advice is that?” He shrugged. “It made sense in my head.”

—

Lesson Two: Shooting: It involved him standing behind you and lifting your elbows gently like you were a human crane game. You shifted awkwardly. “Atsushi, you’re way too close.”

“Makes it easier to help,” he mumbled, head resting against yours as he leaned down. “Plus, you smell good.” Your face lit up like a traffic light. “You’re not supposed to say that in the middle of a lesson!”

He smirked lazily. “You said this was a private lesson.” You groaned, threw the ball up — and to your shock, it actually went in.Murasakibara blinked. “Whoa. You made it.”

“Did you just sound proud of me?”

“No. I just didn’t think you’d get that lucky.” He smirked. “Maybe I am a good teacher.” You turned and flicked him in the forehead. He pouted.

After a few more shots (some airballs, some miracle baskets), you collapsed onto the floor beside him, both of you sweaty, tired, and smiling. “That was fun,” you said, grabbing your water bottle. “Thanks for actually getting up and moving.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, lying back down. “You did good for someone tiny.” You leaned over him, grinning. “Was that… praise from Murasakibara Atsushi?” He stretched lazily, arms above his head. “Maybe. But don’t let it go to your head.”

You reached out and pecked him on the cheek, soft and quick. He paused. Then turned his head to look at you, violet eyes blinking slowly.

“…Can I get that again?”

“Only if you keep teaching me,” you said playfully. He cracked a sleepy smile. “Okay, but next time… we bring snacks first.” You laughed, curling up beside him on the gym floor, where the basketball still slowly rolled to a stop. With Atsushi, everything might move a little slower… but it was always worth the wait.

Shintaro Midorima

You should’ve expected it. You told Midorima you wanted to learn basketball — expecting maybe a casual one-on-one in the gym. Instead, you walked into the court to find a whiteboard. A clipboard. A perfectly stacked pile of printed drills. And a USB loaded with video analysis. "Shin-chan…" you blinked, stunned. "Are we training for the NBA?"

Midorima pushed up his glasses, entirely unfazed. "If we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly." You approached the whiteboard, noticing hand-drawn diagrams of shooting form, angles, and—was that trigonometry?

“Did you seriously do math for me?”

"It’s geometry,” he corrected. “And yes. It improves arc precision.”

You stared. He didn’t blink. This man.

—

At first, the structure helped. Dribbling drills. Shooting angles. Footwork. But an hour in, your brain was fried and your hands ached. You missed a simple layup for the third time, the ball rolling away with a sad bounce.

“I hate this,” you groaned, collapsing to the court. Midorima adjusted his glasses again, checking the clipboard. “Your form collapsed because you didn’t pivot properly on your left foot. We can isolate that and run it again.” You flopped dramatically. “You know what I’d like to isolate? Your clipboard. Into a trash can.” He opened his mouth to reply, but you cut him off by sitting up, crawling toward him on your knees with a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Maybe I just need... a different kind of motivation.” His brows furrowed. “What are you talking about—?”

You leaned up slowly and tugged his tie — because yes, Midorima Shintarō came to a basketball lesson in a button-down and tie — and smirked.

“I think you’re taking this a little too seriously, Sensei.” Midorima froze, ears turning pink. “I-It’s important to—t-to have structure in training!”

“And what if I do better with... hands-on instruction?”

You leaned closer, just enough for him to register how close your lips were, how your breath fanned against his skin.

“…You’re misusing the concept of kinesthetic learning,” he muttered stiffly, though his voice was suddenly rougher, his hand twitching slightly at his side. You tilted your head, fingers still playing with the knot of his tie. “So teach me your way. But if I make the next shot... you owe me something.”

He blinked. “Like what?” You grinned. “A kiss.” His face turned a brilliant shade of red.

“I—! That’s—! Completely unnecessary!”

You stepped back, grabbed the ball, and with mock ceremony, squared up like he taught you. He watched, arms crossed tightly, lips pressed into a line. You shot. It hit the rim… and went in with a clean swish. You turned around slowly, arms lifted in silent celebration. “I believe you owe me, Midorima.”

He looked like he wanted the earth to open and swallow him whole. But after a second… he walked toward you. Every step was measured, tense. And then, in the most Midorima-like act of romance ever, he placed his hands gently on your shoulders, leaned down, and kissed you — carefully, almost scientifically — but when your hand slid up to cup his jaw, something changed. His posture eased. His grip tightened. His kiss deepened.

His clipboard clattered to the ground. You pulled away, breathless and smiling. “Still think it’s unnecessary?”

He cleared his throat, glasses askew, voice low. “...I may need to revise my reward system.”

You laughed and grabbed the ball again, tossing it lazily toward the hoop. “Better start preparing your incentives, then.” As it bounced off the rim this time, Midorima caught it one-handed and looked at you — and for once, there was a smirk behind that serious face.

“…You’ll miss on purpose next time, won’t you?”

“Maybe,” you teased. “But I think you’d like that.”

He didn’t deny it.

[miscellaneoustofu]

Basketball bad boys, anyone?

Yeah, so these are my Kirisaki Daiichi redesigns. The uncrowned kings and their respective squads have all the fun potential and I intend to use it.

Kirisaki Daiichi and Hanamiya being the most slept on team for character design of them all because you can’t make a canonical “bad boy” team and not have them be emo, goth, and punk for the funsies. For the visual “pen egg chest qua” (je ne sais quoi). For the fun, stereotypical edgelord flair we all deserve to indulge in every now and then.

Makoto’s og design simply didn’t scream spider enough for me and I was tired of so many key characters having this longish, same shade of black hair (him, Himuro, Mibuchi, etc). Like, I know giving the black and brown a colored tint can subtract from the uniqueness of the GOM, but not even a little? So, yeah, fuck allat, I’m using desaturated colors every now and then.

I also loved drawing Makoto in some casual clothes and much needed drip. Villains are required to serve most. I wanted to draw the rest of them in some casual outfits because trust Kojiro and honestly all of them dress immaculately but life and time restraints. Maybe later.

Story wise, each player and Makoto maybe have their own reasons for turning to hurting others through basketball and I hope you catch some of the story threads I threw in. Whether or not they deserve or have the capacity to change is entirely up to you all with Makoto having the most potential to be entirely complex or cartoonishly evil (I like both). I’m a sucker for a bit of character complexity and things that leave room for interpretation.

Sometimes knb can be very black and white in its themes…

Well, let me know what you all think! Thank you, for everyone’s kind words and support. See ya!

[thewritetofreespeech]

Heyy! Can i request GOM +kagami reacting to their s/o having a acl knee brace after their street basketball tournament?

Akashi

Akashi is shocked to see them injured, then angry that they didn’t call him. He should have been their first call after they were hurt.

He asks what happened and they tell him that it’s just sore from yesterday and it’s nothing to worry about. This happens sometimes.

Akashi does not accept this answer and has his family’s personal medical team look at them to make sure nothing it damaged it’s not.

Aomine

Teases them about the brace when he first sees it. Making a lot of old people cracks and offering to get them a walker.

They bicker about his attitude but in reality Aomine is a little scared. A tore ACL can ruin a basketball player. Who will he play with after that?

Gets them a juice from the vending machine as an apology and stays with them. Making an effort to get anything they need for them so they don’t have to move and can heal faster.

Kise

Goes into full drama queen mode when he sees them and acts as if they broke their leg.

They explain to him that it’s just a brace and their leg was just sore this morning, this is just a precaution, and Kise laments on pushing them too hard during the street ball game.

Fusses over them for the rest of the day like a needy puppy. He can’t help it though.

Kuroko

Kuroko is concerned. He knows what an injury like this can do to a person and is worried they won’t be able to play anymore.

He trusts them, however, when they tell him it’s nothing serious and accepts their care plan.

Sits with them quietly. Reading or just talking with them. He doesn’t want to add any further stress to them.

Midorima

Does not accept this prognosis and immediately asks them a billion questions.

When did the pain occur? Was is localized? Does the pain feel sharp or burning? Are they certain that a brace is the best choice and not an ACE bandage?

Midorima pesters them constantly for the best course of action for their care for the rest of the day. Recommending stretches, alternative medicine techniques, and better braces. He’s just trying to help because he cares.

Mursakibara

It takes Mursakibara a bit to notice anything is different. Not because he’s oblivious but because he’s so tall.

When he asked what happened and they tell him it was at a street ball game he tells them “Yeah. That’s what you get for exerting yourself.”

Offers to carry them for the rest of the day to take the strain off their leg.

+Kagami

Kagami is worried but he tries not to show it.

He knows what an injury like this can do and thinks on Alex and how depressed she was when she had to give it up. He doesn’t want to for them nor to have to give up basketball.

He tries not to comment on it and take it easy that week. Kagami even offers to show them how to walk on their hands to that the pressure off their leg.

[umbreonscarlet]

GoM feelings on Kuroko

I dont mean in a ship way I just mean I love how much the Miracles Respect Kuroko and see him as a teammate going in order that we meet the characters

Kise sees kuroko as his closest friend of the miracles as kuroko was kises mentor and kuroko considers kise a rival

Midorima admits he has a hard time getting along due to their incompatible blood types and Midorimas a Cancer and Kurokos an Aquarius he still respects kuroko as a player and has stated that they are equals and was mad that kuroko chose seiren as he felt it wouldnt bring kuroko to his full potential

aomine is kurokos bestie. They practiced together back when kuroko was a 3rd string and he gave kuroko the idea that he should focus on trying to do passing as his skill. Aomine still had the utmost respect towards him as in their first seiren vs Tōō match at halftime aomine was gonna fight his teammate after he tried talking down to kuroko. And at halftime for the Seirin High vs Kirisaki Daiichi High in the bathroom he told Hanamiya that his team would lose because he made kuroko mad. Aomine was also the person to teach kuroko how to shoot

Kuroko respects murasakibara but its more of a mutual respect of one and other

Akashi holds high expectations to kuroko as he was the one to help him find his step to joining 1st strings. After Kuroko beats akashi he starts to realize that basketball is fun and thanks kuroko for allowing them to meet

[kkeidawrites]

Something Borrowed

Day 23 of Blacktober! Still sick and shit but here you guys go!

A warm morning rose in the horizon, as students made their quiet walk to school. Properly dressed in their uniforms and holding their backpacks, students entered into their friend groups as they made walked through the front gates of campus.

Teachers waved at them in greeting to some while others scolded the typical juveniles that were already making a ruckus.

All of a sudden, the courtyard of students immediately goes silent as a group of students makes their way through the parting crowds of students.

The famous basketball team known as the Generation of Miracles were like their own version of celebrities at Teikō Junior High and quite frankly the only known sports team that was the reason for bringing so many new students to attend.

Almost immediately, all the girls are running up to Kise cheering and gushing over him; the blonde mentioned is more than happy to welcome the attention.

“Kise, come on we have to go!” Daiki yells annoyed.

“We’ll just meet him in class Daiki, no need to wait for him. He couldn’t move if he wanted to anyway.” Akashi says readjusting his bag over his shoulder.

Once in class, the basketball players were seated in their selected seats and talked amongst themselves.

“Did you hear about the new volleyball player that moved from the states? I heard she’s really good!” A student sitting in front of Akashi gossips.

“No way! Is she hot?” Another student asks excitedly.

“No idea, I haven’t seen or heard anyone around say anything but if she’s a volleyball player then she has to be smokin’!” They say and Daiki hums in thought at the new information.

“A new volleyball player? They’re letting in more players this year? I thought tryouts were over?” Nijimura asks.

“Maybe something happened.”

Midorima juggled his lucky item of the day, this time an eraser as he listened to his teammates speak. He didn’t know why they cared about things so trivial, they had a game in two days and that was more important than some new face on campus.

The toll of the school bell rings and the students hanging out around their friend’s desks scrambled to take their seats. Once everyone was settled, the teacher walks in to stand behind their brown desk.

“Good morning everyone, as you know we have a quiz today on the skeleton so I hope you have prepared for it.”

Groans are heard as the teacher waves their hand to dismiss the noises.

“If you studied then this will be easy to do. But before we start, we have a new student attending our class and I would hope that you all will be nice to her. Come on in Y/n!” The teacher calls.

The classroom door slides open and in steps in the new student that they were referring to. The gasps and awes from the seated students were heard as the student stands in front of the classroom. Donning the female school uniform and uwabakis, the new student gives a polite smile.

“Good morning everyone, my name is L/n Y/n, I just moved here a few days ago and I hope we all can get along!” She bows to the students.

The GOM watched the new girl with a peaked interest, especially Midorima who pushes up his glasses up his nose.

Her hair was styled in a low ponytail her curls flared out down her back, dark brown skin, white teeth, and black rimmed glasses showing off brown eyes.

“Very good, Y/n now you can take your seat in front of Midorima. Midorima, if you could please raise your hand.” The teacher calls and the green haired student does as he’s told.

Y/n makes her way to the empty desk in front of the one called Midorima and nods in greeting to him. Sitting in her seat, she takes out her books and green pencil case and focuses in front of her as the teacher begins their lesson.

Midorima hmphs indifferently and starts to write down the review notes for today’s quiz.

“Psst!” He ignores the sound.

“Psssst!” Again, ignoring and writing faster.

“Psssssssssst! Midorima!” Sighing and rolling his eyes, Midorima looks behind him to see Daiki trying to get his attention.

“What?” Midorima hisses.

“Pass this off to the new girl.” He shoves a folded piece of paper to Midorima who frowns in annoyance.

“No.” He deadpans.

“Come on, you’re literally right behind her. Please?” Daiki begs and Midorima takes the paper and throws it over to where Kuroko is sitting.

“Ah Midorima!” Daiki hisses aggravated while Midorima returns to his studies.

Kuroko ever so curious, opens up the letter and reads it quietly. He then turns around and makes a blank face at Daiki who blushes embarrassed.

“It’s not for you, you halfwit!” He whispers then points to Y/n who is busy writing down what was on the board.

Kuroko shrugs and politely places the piece of paper on Y/n’s desk who looks up to see who placed it on her desk.

Kuroko waves in kind and starts writing on his paper, Y/n picks up the piece of paper and reads the note.

‘Hey, I think you’re pretty want to go out sometime?’

Pursing her lips, Y/n gives a raised brow at Kuroko who shakes his head and points his thumb behind him. Y/n follows the thumb to see a blue haired boy with a smirk on his lips and a wink sent her way.

Y/n crumbles up the paper and sets it beside her pencil case.

“Not interested.” she whispers and Daiki just smirks even more.

“Alright, everyone it’s time for the quiz! Go ahead and put your notes and review sheets away.” The teacher says with a pile of blank quiz papers in their arms as they walked down the three aisles of desks and set down a quiz for each student they passed.

Once everyone got theirs, the teacher sits back down at their desk and puts a timer of thirty minutes on their phone.

The sounds of pencils scribbling and are heard throughout the classroom. Midorima had just about finished his quiz without struggling on any of the questions.

He looks up when he heard the sound of cluttering of mechanical pencils and sees Y/n was looking for something in her pencil case. He goes back to his test and scribbles the last of his answers.

“Oh man,” she groans and sighs. She left her eraser at home and of course this would happen when she was taking a test, but she needed to change one equation and she would be done.

Looking around her, she could see the other students had their own erasers on their pencils and thought it would be awkward to ask to use it.

Turning around, she taps on the green haired student’s desk getting his attention as he looks up at her.

“Sorry to bother you but,” she points at his eraser sitting by his quiz paper.

“Can I borrow that really quick? I promise to give it back.” She promised and Midorima looked at her like she had gained another head.

“Ask someone else.” He tries to say politely but, Y/n shakes her head.

“Everyone else has one on their pencils and it would be impolite and weird to ask to borrow their pencil.” She says.

Midorima mulls over his decision to hand over his lucky item and subconsciously picks it up, rubbing it gently.

“You’ll give it right back? No funny business?” He asks. Y/n nods and Midorima bites his lip in hesitation as he hovered the eraser over her open outstretched hand. Y/n could see he was practically shaking and gave a soft smile, closing her hand.

“You don’t have to give it to me, it’s okay. I can just mark it out and write over it, okay? It’s no big deal. Thanks anyway.” She says and turns back around to continue on her quiz.

Midorima however, lets out a relieved sigh and places the eraser back on his desk. However, now, he couldn’t focus on finishing his quiz, he looked up at Y/n’s back and then back down at the eraser.

“Ten more minutes everyone!” Their teacher announced and Midorima looked down to see he had one more question to finish but, he couldn’t even read the question as he kept looking over at the eraser.

Sighing, Midorima puts down his pencil and picks up the eraser again. Holding it, and caressing the soft pink coating, he leans forward in his seat and taps Y/n on her right shoulder.

She jumps slightly and looks behind her to see Midorima holding out his eraser to her. Eyes widening in surprise, Y/n gently takes the eraser and looks at him in shock.

“Are you sure you want me to use this? You don’t mind?” She asks.

“Just hurry and fix your mistake and let me have it back.” He says snippy.

“Okay, I’ll be very quick I promise!” She says and turns around to eraser her mistake.

The other GOM members stare at Midorima in shock, even Kuroko was gaping at him in disbelief. Midorima had never allowed anyone to touch his lucky item before and all of a sudden this girl not only touched it but used it.

Just as promised, Y/n hands Midorima his eraser back and he looks it over to see it had barely been touched, no pink shavings or anything was left on it.

Setting it back down, Midorima finishes his quiz and leans back in his chair with his arms folded, avoiding the gaze of his teammates but sneaking glances at Y/n every once in a while.

Within the next couple of days, everyone got their quizzes back graded and class was over for the day. Today, Y/n is bombarded by the girls in the classroom all wanting to know where she was from and what she was like.

Midorima however, was still being bombarded by his teammates in the hallways, their destination to lunch. His brisk walk away from his teammates didn’t do much as they kept up the same pace as he through the hallways to the cafeteria.

“Come on Midorima! What was that about a couple of days ago? You just let some random girl touch your lucky item! Something you have NEVER let anyone do before!” Kise says and Midorima just remains silent, blatantly ignoring his and the others questioning.

“I told you all to leave me alone-“

“Midorima! Hey!” The GOM members stop in the middle of the hallway and look behind them to see Y/n running up to them, her bag bouncing on her hip as she came closer.

Stopping abruptly, she is met with Daiki using his tall body to lean down to her height and smirk at her.

“Hey there, Y/n did you change your mind about what I asked ya earlier this week?” He asks and Y/n frowns disinterested and makes her way over to Midorima. Waving politely to the other members of his group, Y/n focuses on Midorima who is staring at her with a confused look on his face.

“Hey, I wanted to thank you for letting me use your eraser. That really helped me out.” She says with a smile and then digs into her bag.

“Here,” she pulls out another eraser and holds it out for him to take. Midorima looks at the eraser and notices that it is the same one as the one he had. Taking it into his hands, he carefully inspects the eraser for any trace of indifference or damages and then back to Y/n.

“I really appreciate it but, I have to go now, enjoy your new eraser.” She says and is quick to leave the GOM, her waving at them as she departs.

“Wow, now that’s something I’ve never seen before. A girl who is nice enough to give something to Midorima? That’s new.” Murasakibara mutters.

He watches the girl go and tightens his fist around the eraser in his right hand, a small smile appearing on his lips then quickly disappearing before any of his teammates saw.

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If you guys want a part 2 let me know! Otherwise please like, comment, and reblog! Be sure to let me know in my inbox what you may want for this month’s fanfiction stories!

[mercuriians]

Heyyyyyyy, I say your requests are open and I was wondering if you could write the GoM (Knb) reacting to their gf wrapping WAP?

Can be Sfw Or nsfw...or both?

Thank youuuuuuu

rap god(dess)

content info — fem! reader, suggestive gom drabbles (all separate, characters assumed to be aged up), slight crack sprinkled in. NSFW in aomine & kise's parts. minors beware. based on the song by cardi b & megan thee stallion.

word count — 2.5k words.

author’s note — thank you for the req!! this was pretty fun to write ngl. i told myself i was only going to write around three paragraphs per character, but well, things did not go according to plan lol. sorry for the delay, i hope the length makes up for it!

MIDORIMA.

quite frankly, with the vivid blush currently illuminating the boy's face, midorima looks like the perfect mascot for christmas. but really, no one can blame him. no, not when vulgar, obscene lyrics are effortlessly spilling from his girlfriend's lips like melted gold. maybe he should have predicted this in hindsight, midorima thinks to himself, brows furrowed. you did tend to have a bit of a surprisingly dirty mind hidden behind your unassuming personality.

"why are you singing such a crude song?" midorima utters, a frown etched onto his sharp features. to his chagrin, he recognizes it, having heard from takao of how popular the track was in america.

midorima makes no effort to stop you, however. he remains firmly by the doorway. it's as if he's transfixed by your confident voice and your improvised but smooth movements. he can't quite remember the last time he saw you dance, much less rap. it's a bit embarrassing to admit—for him, at least—but right now, you look undeniably attractive, with your swaying body and carefree grin.

obstinately, he conceals his growing arousal with a wince.

"now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet ass pussy!" you rap before finally looking over to where midorima stands stiffly. in a deceptively innocent manner, you wave to him. "you wanna join in on the fun, shin?" you ask, as if you don't already know what the answer will be. your fingers move to quickly smooth out your shirt.

the basketball player clicks his tongue. "i don't have time for that nonsense," he replies in his usual matter-of-fact tone, pushing his glasses up for good measure. still, it doesn't look like you're convinced, and for some reason your eyes are trailing lower and lower down his tall figure.

midorima feels himself panic.

you meet his gaze, giving the basketball player a sly smirk. unfortunately he already knows what you're going to say before the words even leave your mouth. "alright, but your body," you gesture towards the tent in his jeans, "is saying otherwise." the poor boy promptly chokes on his saliva.

KISE.

it only takes a moment for kise's silky voice to mix with your own. before he even reaches you, he's rapping, lyrics easily slipping from his lips as if he's rehearsed them a hundred times before. in all seriousness, he has. that's the reason why kasamatsu hit him square on the head last week, with a bit more force than usual.

but you don't need to know that. kise reaches for your phone on the living room table, lowering the song's volume just a little so that he can hear your combined voices better. "spit in my mouth, look at my eyes. this pussy is wet, come take a dive," you both sing in unison, turning to look at each other with the same stupid lopsided grin.

the song rolls on and along the way, you and kise formulate some dance moves to accentuate the musical experience. some are undoubtedly silly, with kise, for example, waving his arms around and making exaggerated facial expressions. it's all meant to withdraw a laugh from you, of course, and it works. but then there are the other types of dance moves.

the ones that exude a sensuous kind of aura, where hips sway and gyrate lecherously, where eyes become heavy with fervor and lust. these dances are the most dangerous, undoubtedly, because of the temptations that they entail. a person might become consumed by the reckless desire that burns within their stomach if they aren't careful. and then suddenly, the atmosphere can change with just a blink of an eye.

that's exactly what happens the moment you impulsively decide to push kise down onto a chair and give him a lap dance. the way you move your body is shockingly fluid, and you seem to know just what to do to arouse the blonde even more. there are some small pauses here and there as you decide which moves to try next, but kise hardly notices them when you're biting your lip like that. it's only inevitable for him to lose all sense of self-control, really. soon he becomes focused on getting your shirt off, no longer paying any attention to the song on loop.

"fuck, ryouta!” you moan as you unabashedly bounce on your boyfriend’s cock, arms loosely wrapped around his toned shoulders. “nngh, feels so good—” the way the chair wobbles and shakes should be concerning, but quite clearly neither of you can care less at the moment.

kise’s warm, large hands rest comfortably on your hips, occasionally squeezing your ass whenever the pleasure feels particularly intense. “just like that, babe, yeah,” he pants, rolling his hips to meet yours. “you’re doing so well for me, aren’t you, (name)-cchi?” he reaches up to cup your face in his hand, leaning forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue swirls around yours, and kise can’t help but groan into your open mouth.

needless to say, you both are too preoccupied to notice when the song finally ends.

AOMINE.

aomine hasn’t even entered the club room yet when he hears the echo of your voice. he’s heard you rap before, so he knows that you’re actually quite skilled at it. still, this particular performance is quickly turning out to be his definite favorite so far. he briskly walks down the hallway, a little too eager to see his stunning girlfriend. you don’t disappoint, of course.

you’re flipping your hair sassily, using your half-full water bottle as your makeshift microphone while you dance around the vacant area. aomine watches you, wholly enraptured, an amused smirk pulling at his lips but with his eyes already clouded with lust. “hop on top, i want a ride. i do a kegel while it’s inside,” you rap, still blissfully unaware of the one-man audience that you now have. aomine almost doesn’t want to interrupt your singing session, just so he can continue to see you in your element. which happens to be sexy as hell.

“you want a ride, huh?” aomine chuckles lowly, making you drop your water bottle out of alarm. he walks over to where you stand, leaning down to whisper in your ear so he can mess with you. “could’ve just asked, baby.”

suddenly all your confidence seems to evaporate, terminated by that single sentence. your cheeks darken into a rosy shade. aomine grins, taking pride in how all too easy it was to make you flustered. “what?” he asks, feigning innocence. “lost your voice or something?”

“you’re a jerk,” you mutter, reaching up so you can hit the basketball player in the chest. the music is still playing in the background, unaffected by aomine’s antics, but it seems like you’re too embarrassed to continue rapping. the boy only stares down at you, smirk never once faltering. “pick up my water bottle, daiki, you made me drop it.”

aomine shrugs. “you’re closer to the ground,” he responds casually. he’s well aware that the comment is a bit out of pocket—you never did like to be teased about your height—but he really can’t control himself when he’s around you. especially in the state he’s in right now.

“oh come on,” you groan, feeling frustration well up within your chest along with your embarrassment. still, you bend down to pick up the bottle, completely oblivious to the lustful thoughts that swarm aomine’s head. a startled gasp rips past your throat when you feel his large, calloused hands grab hold of your hips. however, quicker than you would like to admit, the surprise shifts into arousal the moment the basketball player presses his bulge against your ass.

with his fingers already tugging your skirt down, aomine breathes out, “since you like that song so much, you wanna act it out?”

your eyes widen, and you try to think straight, try to be a responsible manager, but the way he grinds against you so deliciously starts to scramble any coherent thought you may have had. “wait, d-daiki— satsuki and sakurai are still cleaning up the gym,” you protest weakly, those words being your last line of defense. not that they would have worked.

“doesn’t matter,” he practically growls, tugging you up so that your back rests against his chest. “who’s the team captain here?”

“you are,” you answer, but your voice comes out as a breathless whine. the submissive sound only fuels aomine even more, and it isn’t long before all of your clothes are ripped off and forgotten on the ground. soon, his hips are furiously smacking against yours, your whimpers mixing in with the boy’s groans. “god, mmph, does this mean i should rap m-more of those—nngh— american songs?”

“fuck yeah.”

MURASAKIBARA.

rivulets of water run down the muscular expanse of murasakibara's bare skin as a soft ivory towel hangs around his neck, a lazily pleased expression sprawled across his face—all evidence of the shower he's just indulged in after a long evening of rigorous practice. there's one more thing that he still craves at the moment, however. his stomach growls audibly, and almost as if he's running on autopilot, he walks straight to the kitchen.

now the closer he gets to the area, the clearer he hears your voice. it seems like you're singing quite an explicit song. "gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me," you rap enthusiastically. murasakibara doesn't think too much about the sexual connotations, though, since getting his hands on some corn chips is his main priority at the moment.

right before he steps foot into the kitchen, he asks, "(name)-chin, can ya get me a bag of—" that's when his amethyst gaze lands on your dancing figure, and before he knows it, he grows quiet, somewhat interested by the sight in front of him.

"talk yo' shit, bite your lip. ask for a car while you ride that dick," you rap, moving your head along to the rhythm. your eyes meet murasakibara's, and instead of feeling embarrassed, his presence only fuels you to dance more vigorously. it's like there's a voice at the back of your head, pushing you to see just how much of a reaction you can draw out of your normally indifferent boyfriend. admittedly, the fact that he's currently shirtless is also a reason for motivation.

however, when the song ends a little while later, it doesn't seem as if murasakibara is affected much. he remains where he is, continuing to lean on the doorway. the closest indication that he even saw you perform is the slightly impressed look in his eyes, but even that is nothing more than a sliver, and it makes you question if you're hallucinating it. you huff out a small sigh of defeat, and you turn around, reaching for the drawer. "corn chips, right?"

the basketball player doesn't say anything as he approaches you, and he doesn't say anything either as his arms circle possessively around your waist. there's a shiver that runs down your spine. you turn your head so you can meet his gaze—wait, why are his eyes so dark?

"i think i'm hungry for something else now, (name)-chin."

AKASHI.

humming quietly to himself, akashi gets up from his spot on the living room sofa, beginning to walk over to your room. it's a friday evening, and although he'd usually have practice at this time, coach shirogane had called in sick—a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, really. either way, akashi was sure to take advantage of the opportunity, especially considering how both of your schedules tended to overflow with academics and extracurriculars alike.

his mind wanders a bit, and he remembers you telling him about a volleyball game that was scheduled a few days ago. he could indeed have asked you what the outcome was via text, but akashi has always preferred face-to-face communication. he supposes that he's more traditional in that sense.

however, what he isn't quite expecting is to hear you, normally dignified and proper, rapping lyrics that are particularly edged with profanities. there's a small, rare twinge of disbelief that tugs at him, prompting him to silently move closer to the door. "your honor, i'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes. switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating," akashi hears you belt out. his eyes widen the tiniest bit.

still, by no means is he deaf; regardless of how explicit your music taste seems to be, he can hear the genuine talent seeping from your voice, how you swiftly enunciate each syllable clearly while also maintaining the rap's nimble pace. judging from the sound of your movements, he guesses that you're also dancing.

for a moment, akashi considers connecting you with a respected hip-hop artist that his family loosely has relations with. a bit of a far-fetched thought, maybe, but truly anything is possible in the eyes of a visionary.

when the song reaches its end, he knocks on the bedroom door. he doesn't miss the small sound of surprise that you make. "can i come in, darling?" akashi asks sweetly.

"of course, seijuro," you answer, and he opens the door to see you sitting on the bed. other than the drop of sweat rolling down your face, there's no other indication that you were dancing quite passionately just a few moments ago. you smile up at him, walking over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "did you just get here?"

akashi knows you well enough to see the actual meaning hidden within your words: oh no, i hope you didn't hear much.

he smiles a bit too slyly. "don't worry, my love, your secret's safe with me," he hums, taking a moment to admire the blush on your face before pulling you into a kiss. slowly, he guides the two of you to your bed, his hands calculatingly tracing the hem of your shirt. he'd just have to make you realize that there isn't anything to be ashamed of.

BONUS: KUROKO.

"i want you to park that big mack truck right in this little garage," you rap shamelessly, completely lost within your own world and failing to notice your boyfriend standing just a few feet away from you. "make it cream, make me sc— ah!" you squeal, eyes widening in horror as you finally catch sight of kuroko. you immediately pause the song playing on your phone. "uhm, hey tetsu. number two and i were just.. having a singing session."

number two barks in agreement.

all kuroko does is let out a quiet hum of acknowledgment. much to your confusion, he picks up number two, securing the equally confused puppy within his arms before leaving promptly. "was my rapping that bad?" you murmur to yourself, dismayed.

however, after a minute, kuroko returns to the room. you stare at him, flabbergasted. "why did you stop the music?" he asks innocently.

[kurokonobrainrot]

Thinking about this old merch from 2018 that i will never be able to get, the GoM in their alternative jobs outfits

They really said 'If Midorima becomes a doctor then Takao has to become a nurse' TakaMido is real guys.

Obligatory side note about Akashi because i can't help it, he looks so cute in his professionnal shogi player outfit.

[thewisewill80sbyers]

HOW TO MAKE GIFS

DISCLAIMER: I am NOT an expert, my whole process is more sheer luck and a few mental breakdowns, followed another tutorial that I can't find again and just learned the rest by messing around in photoshop, but I'll try to explain what I do when I make gifs because people have asked me to! Hopefully it will be understandable lol if there's a better way to do things I simply do not know

First, to make GIFs you have to have a program like Photoshop installed in your pc, I use Adobe Photoshop 2024 - to download that you need to either buy it or just google how to do it because I do not wish to take on the responsibility of explaining how to do that in the wrong way and messing up your pc... when you have that, you need the file from which you are going to take the frames that you're going to transform into our gifs, basically a video is a group of pictures that are in sequence and move really, really fast, so they appear as a video in our brains - the frames are the singular pictures! When you want to make gifs always search for files video that have at least 1080p or higher as the resolution (basically the quality of the image, full HD - idk the specifics, google it lol)

once you have the file video in your pc you need a video player that takes very fast screenshots/stills automatically, I use this one called GOM player which is free, but you can use whatever you like, you just need to check if they have the option to screencapture...

Once you have opened the video in your player:

-> right click on the video -> video -> advanced screen capture

click on that and it will open the option to take the screencaps, make sure the parameters are these ones and choose a folder in your pc where you're going to save all the images we're using to make the gif - you can choose from the ''custom'' option with those 3 points you see - basically that's the ''adress/location'' where you're telling your pc to put all the frames, make a folder for that specifically

then go to the part of the video that you want to GIF and click play a bit before that starts, then click on '' burst capture'' and it will start saving them - oh also you can change the '' burst interval'' depending on what you need, if you increase it you have fewer images to process and the GIF goes faster basically, if you choose a lower number like 3 etc. you get more pictures, anyway I usually keep it around 7 more or less...

once we have the frames saved, I go look in that folder and organize them in smaller files with the frames that I want to use for the gifs like this:

you can also just upload them all if you want and cut them after but it will probably crash photoshop and for me it takes more time than what it's saving!

okay now, put that aside and open photoshop, then go in file -> script -> load files into stack

it opens this (sorry I have it all in italian and can't change it) - make sure you open a folder instead of single files by changing from ''files'' to the other option which should be folder I think idk the translation in english now I hope it's correct lmao - then go in ''browse'' and find the folder inside your pc where you saved the screencaps - select the folder and click ok, it opens them up inside the little square - then you click ok again here, and it will open them inside photoshop

you need to make sure you have the ''timeline'' window enabled, go in ''windows'' (finestra) and find where timeline is and click it so that photoshop will show it, you also need to have the layers enabled (livelli)

(then after you can also create actions so you can do stuff faster because you just need to record it once, and you can then click that and Photoshop does it for you)

once you have that, you need to click ''create frame animation'' that you can find where you see the ''create video timeline'' just click on the little arrow down and change it, then click on ''select all layers'', you can find that option in the part of the options up near where the window option is - it should say select -> all layers

then go down again and go where the arrow says here:

open that and click ''make frames from layers'' and it will open the frames in sequence inside the timeline, once you have that click on ''select all frames'' and ''invert'' them - you find both options inside the same place where the red arrow is pointing in the previous screenshot I put here... now you have them in order and you can play the preview if you want - with the play options, but you need to choose the speed - select all the frames again and then open the little arrow near the 0 sec - which will open this where you can change the speed - I use either 0,1 sec or 0,05 - to put 0,05 you open the ''altro'' and personalize it how you want - try to see what looks the best by trying with the preview of the animation

once you have the speed you want, make sure you have the loop enabled with '' forever'' - then I crop the image how I want the gif to be, use the crop option, decide how you want your gif to be etc and then click the ok button, and it crops the whole gif

okay after this I do the sharpening of the gif, select all the frames again - then go here

click that and then select all the layers again like before, then go in '' filter'' right next to select - always in the section up on the left of the screen - open filter and then convert in smart object (filtro -> converti per filtri avanzati - sorry I'm not sure if my translation is the same as photoshop so hopefully you find it )

click that, then go in filters again then in ''sharpen'' -> smart/advanced sharpen -> then I do this 2 times

the first time I use these parameters

the second time I use these (basically repeat the process - sharpen - advanced sharpen - and copy the numbers you see here etc )

you can save these so you don't have to put them every time - after you put all the numbers click on the little arrow where you see ''SH1'' and do the ''save '' option and name it as you wish - so the next time you go to sharpen you have it saved already -

anyway do this ''sharpen 1'' and then ''sharpen 2'' - you can also mess around with the values and see in the preview what looks the best to you, sometimes these are not the best depending on the quality of the images, there are other ways to sharpen, I found this tutorial here too if you want to check it out (again my own knowledge comes more from trial and error)

okay now that we have sharpened our Queer Mike Wheeler gif we can modify the size of the image, if you want to post it on tumblr I use 540px, but you can make them smaller if you want - look up the best size for tumblr gifsets on google

so go in ''image'' -> modify size -> and put 540px

basically change whatever number is in there to 540 then do ok, and it will resize your GIF

then we can start the coloring, I found this tutorial already made, it's always the same thing anyway, you just have to mess around with the options and see what looks the best in your opinion, this is like completely personal, you do what you want!

once you're done with that you can see them there

and you can even copy them to the other GIFs you will make if you want to have the same exact coloring for all of them, you just drag them to the other GIF file, keep them both open and drag (for example ''valori tonali 1'') them in the ''layers''(livelli) square of the other file, and it copies them on top of your GIFs doing the coloring again - or you can save them with the actions too if you want -

now to save the GIF go in file -> export -> save for web

put these parameters (I'm sorry, I do not know the translation for this ç_ç )

make sure it's not bigger than 9.7 M - make sure that you have the loop enabled on forever, test the preview and then save it, name it as you wish and keep the .gif format

IF your GIF is bigger than 10mb you can trim it after, basically save it anyway then open the GIF in a new Photoshop window by dragging it inside the program, you have all the frames on the timeline, every few frames delete one frame, then skip a few and delete another etc - then save the GIF again with the same process as before and check if the MB has reduced, make sure to check the animation because if you eliminate too many frames the GIFs speeds up too much, and it looks superfast like a hamster on drugs, and you don't want that, usually to avoid this try to not have too many frames when you're starting to make the GIF, I try to use less than 80 frames, or cut the GIF if the scene is too long, and it usually stays under 10mb - basically you can't upload it on Tumblr if it's bigger than that -

anyway... that's it!! here's our sus Mike Wheeler gif

Let me know if you need help with anything and if you use this, tag me in the comments because I want to see the GIFs you made!!

I'm sure you can find better tutorials online, but I tried my best lol enjoy and happy editing!!

[lynnaredfield3383]

Not my characters. Aged up 21. Fem reader. Random idea about middle school friend of GoM and high school ex of Akashi. The GoM get together with Momoi for Kuroko's bday every year to play a game. Momoi begged you to come this year.

You had no idea what you were doing here, but seeing your old Teiko classmates playing ball tugged at your heart strings.

"So, is this a private game, or can I play?"

Your smile brightened infinitely when Kise, Aomine, and Kuroko smiled before charging at you. Kise picked you up first, twirling around with you pressed against his chest. Kise literally tossed you to Aomine, laughter escaping you. Aomine's arms wrapped around you tightly before he set you down.

"Y/N," Kuroko spoke softly.

You fist bumped him only to be tossed up in the air by Murasakibara, letting out a scream mixed with laughter.

"Mukkun!"

He set you down, chuckling, and your heart warmed.

"You beasts have no idea how to treat a lady," Midorima scolded.

Midorima hugged you gently, and when you pulled back, you saw Akashi smiling.

"Good to see you, Y/N."

You nodded at Akashi, the feelings you buried clawing to the surface.

"Thanks, Aka. So, am I playing?"

"Actually, it's Momoi's turn."

"Well, then, I'll wait."

Akashi subtly nodded for you to sit on the bench beside him. Your nerves were fried sitting this close to him.

"It's been too long," Akashi spoke softly.

You kept your eyes trained on the players, afraid you'd fall apart if you met Akashi's gaze.

"It has. You guys have come a long way."

There was a short silence before you felt Akashi's hand brush yours.

"I've missed you."

You bit the inside of your lip until you tasted blood. How could he say that so easily. After all that happened, you could barely bring yourself to look at him.

"Alright, your turn, " Momoi called out.

You stood up, adjusting your ponytail before joining the others on court.

"What exactly did you think would happen bringing us back together?" Akashi asked Momoi.

"Nothing. I just wanted the group back together. You know it wasn't the same without Y/N."

"True."

After the game was over, Momoi insisted on a picture. You wrapped an arm around Momoi's shoulder, smiling.

"Alright, I say we go get something to eat," Aomine stretched.

"I agree. My treat since I'm the last one back," you offered.

"Moneybags, huh?" Murasakibara teased.

"Honestly, I've been saving for this day."

"Ugh, don't go getting mushy," Aomine draped his heavy arm over your shoulders.

"Aww. I like it when you get all emotional," Kise messed your hair up.

"Knock it off. Come on, let's hit the steak place nearby," you suggested, ducking from Aomine's grasp.

"We'll catch up," Akashi spoke up.

Aomine cocked an eyebrow, a knowing smirk appearing. Kise nodded at Midorima who rolled his eyes.

"Alright, but don't take too long," Aomine warned.

The last thing you wanted was to be alone with Akashi. You couldn't trust yourself with him.

"Aka..."

Before you could finish your sentence, he wrapped you in his arms. You melted against him with a sigh.

"We'll figure this out, okay?" Akashi's whisper sent chills down your spine.

"Okay," you agreed.

Akashi took your hand, grabbing his bag on the way. It was clear now. You would never be able to say no to your first love. Nor would you ever escape him. You didn't want to.

[bokutosbiceps]

‘tis the season | kuroko no basuke

gom minus kuroko plus kagami x gn!reader | fluff | ~1.4k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit, uh—rudolph spoilers? i guess? also some cursing

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the kuroko no basuke boys !! as usual, i chose to write for GOM (minus kuroko) + kagami. ALSO i realized i never ever specified that, in every single one of my pieces for knb, all of the GOM + kagami are aged up to college. pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

akashi seijuurou’s favorite christmas tradition is attending a christmas concert. he always remembers how his mother would help him get all dressed up, how his father would actually turn off his phone for the evening, they’d go to a lovely dinner, and then they’d . but now his mother’s gone and his father is consumed by his work—so he goes with you! it’s different of course, but he loves being able to see you dressed up just for him and take you out to a nice dinner, just the two of you. no teammates allowed. 

seijuurou is the perfect gentleman all night, keeping a strong arm around your waist and pressing his side into yours for warmth while you make the short walk from the restaurant to the concert hall. and once the concert hall lights are dimmed, he’s intertwining his fingers with yours and caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, whispering a sweet merry christmas, my love to you before pressing a kiss to your temple.

aomine daiki can be found napping by the fireplace like a big cat as soon as it gets just a little bit cold outside. is he planning on doing anything else once he’s stretched out by the fire? nope. is he moaning and groaning for you to come lay down next to him while you’re decorating your place for the holidays? yep. 

“oi, you’re making too much noise…can’t fall asleep.” daiki complains, earning a narrow eyed glare from you. 

“dai, if you would just help—”  you yelp as you feel your arm getting tugged down, ending up on your butt. daiki hasn't even opened his eyes, but he's pulling you down till your face is pressed into his chest.

“chill. i'll help you after we get some shut eye, aight?” daiki drones, placing his hand on your ass to keep you in place and resting his chin on top of your head. you just sigh and relax, leaning against daiki and reluctantly reveling in the warmth of him and the fire.

kagami taiga and ice skating do not mix. taiga had thought it’d be fun and romantic to take you on an ice skating date for christmas eve. you’d be clinging to the side of the rink and he’d be your tall and steady hero, ready to glide around the ice with you clinging to him as your savior. he did not expect for it to be the other way around.

“s-s-slow down, y/n!” kagami stutters as you slowly glide to the edge of the rink so he can have something more tangible to hold on to. your shoulders were sore from the way your hulking boyfriend had been gripping them as you lead him around the ice.  

“i’d have thought someone who’s such a capable athlete wouldn’t be so terrible at ice skating.” you purse your lips, unable to keep the teasing smile from spreading across your lips. “do basketball players not have to have balance?”

“shut up!” taiga huffs as he slaps his palms down onto the railing of the rink. he turns to you with a pout on his lips. “i’ll get the hang of it soon…you’ll see!” his blush is spreading to the tips of his ears and you know he undoubtedly feels embarrassed. you skate over to him and press your body against his, backing him up against the edge of the rink and leaning up to place a quick kiss to his nose.

“i believe in you, taiga.”

kise ryouta loves watching christmas movies! a cozy, plush throw wrapped around his shoulders, fuzzy socks on his feet, a nice cup of hot cocoa in his hands, and you cuddled into his side. his favorite movie is the very old, claymation rudolph the red nose reindeer because he just adores the blonde elf who aspires to be a dentist. i feel so connected to him somehow! kise always says, excitedly pointing at the screen when the elf first shows up in the movie. 

he’ll sing along to every single song, grabbing you by the shoulders and swaying the two of you along to the beat or picking up your hands and making them move along to the melody. and, of course, without fail, he will bawl his eyes out when rudolph is chosen to lead santa’s sleigh on christmas eve. 

“ryou, you’ve watched this movie every year for as long as you’ve known yourself…why do you cry every time?” you tease, reaching up to gently pinch his cheeks, already red from crying.

ryouta wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you against his chest like you’re a big plushie, and buries his face in your hair.

“i can’t help it! he’s head reindeer…just like his dad!” ryouta sniffles, holding you close. you just giggle and hug him back, trying to comfort your big baby because of an eighty year old movie.

midorima shintarou hates going to the christmas market. not because you’re there—you’re actually the only reason his team gets to enjoy his presence at the market. he hates it because his entire team shows up and is dragging him around the market, asking him which little knick knacks he enjoys. his team knows that shintarou is a difficult man to shop for, so they like to take him to the christmas market and get his direct opinion on things.

shintarou the introvert finds this little tradition exhausting; being pulled every which way, giving his opinion on every single little thing that his friends might think he likes, having to explain that he is not a collector, nanodayo and that he just needs them for his lucky items.

shintarou’s favorite part of the evening is when his friends say goodnight and leave you and him to wander the christmas market on your own. you always have to calm him down after his friends leave, because they really do bring up straight to his boiling pot and leave you to bring the heat down to a simmer.

he decides this is nice, though, since no one’s asking him if he likes this or that or if he’d smile if he happened to get this for christmas. he’s not too keen on PDA, but he will take your hand in his and hold it gently while you walk through the various stalls (again). it’s just you and him, your intertwined hands, and the little trails of frozen carbon dioxide you leave in puffs behind you. 

murasakibara atsushi is competitive when it comes to decorating christmas cookies. he will constantly be looking over your shoulder at your work and making little quips and comments about what you should have done.

“i didn’t know you were such a professional, sushi.” you say, eyes focused and brows furrowed as you move the piping bag in various circles and half moons along the golden, baked dough of the cookies.

“of course, i am. this is literally my job.” atsushi drones, expertly icing the cookies and using a fine tip piping bag to draw intricate decorations on top. you glance over at his cookies and notice how perfect they are. damn, you really didn’t realize he was a literal professional. 

unfortunately for you, you stay admiring atsushi’s cookies for too long and leave yours unprotected from selfish, needy hands. atsushi swiftly moves behind you, moving you to the side with his hands on your hips, then swipes a half iced cookie from your baking sheet.

“murasakibara atsushi! i wasn’t done with that one!” you gently beat your fist against atsushi’s solid chest, causing him to huff in protest.

“doesn’t matter, looks like shit anyways.” atsushi hums and finishes the cookie in one bite, licking his fingers happily. “tastes delicious, though.” atsushi smiles and turns back to your baking sheet, looming over the rest of your cookies. you move between him and the counter and spread your arms wide, hoping to guard your cookies from the ex basketball player turned pastry chef. 

“i can offer you something sweeter if you leave my cookies alone!” you plead. atsushi raises an eyebrow at you as if to say gimme it then and you smile innocently at him. you turn your head to the side and tap your cheek with your index finger.

atsushi understands your gesture and a deep chuckle rumbles up from his chest as he leans in to place a frosting speckled peck to your cheek.

“y/n-chin knows i can’t resist her. my favorite treat.”

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[s4vcu]

knb, hq and bllk boys as songs from my playlist!

(a/n): random idea i got tbh but for fun! maybe some of ygs will agree w some of them..but anyways enjoy this random post!

featuring: my fav hq, bllk and knb boys (+ momoi!!)

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| kageyama tobio: crybaby by SZA

you CANNNOTT tell me that you don’t see some sort of connection.

“maybe if that attitude took a backseat (mr) know it all..” - that’s all it took for me to think of him 🥲😭

| akaashi keiji: my heart it beats for you by grent perez and the most beautiful thing by bruno major

ofc for THHEEE most definite gentleman akaashi AUSGSHGAH 🥹 these songs especially remind me of him just because. no explanation needed. mac demarco songs also give off akaashi vibes but those two songs in specific for sure!!

| hajime iwaizumi: close with desires by teo glacier

close with desires reminds me of this idea of him being a second option. i rmbr i read this one fic of how the reader chooses oikawa despite reader and iwa having a unique connection w each other. quite literally the definition of “maybe right person wrong timing” lyric 💔 LIKEEE COME HERE IWA I WILL GLADLY CHOOSE U 🙁

| rensuke kunigami: calling on you by jon b and 20191009 i like her by mac demarco

CALLING ON YOU CUZ MANS IS JUST AUSGSHAGHAH. felt like love at first sight when i first saw this guy cuz DAYUMM. anyways also 20191009 i like her because this guy would MOST DEF be a great bf, i just can’t explain it. he just gives off that kinda vibe. tho i can’t rlly say the same for post wild card tho..

| seishiro nagi: nobody but you by teo glacier and blue by yung kai

nobody but you gives off that laid back kinda vibe but at the same time still hits diff cuz of its lyrics. imo it matches perf w his laid back personality and also from knowing more of his character throughout the show that makes him hit diff too! an immediate fav. lately tho, i keep thinking of him whenever i listen to blue..hence my recent work 😭✨

| rin itoshi: spread thin by mariah the scientist

the whole younger and older brother situation BRREAAKKSS me everytime, and this song somehow gives that vibe. can we agree that it needs to stop 💔 (the shinazugawa and uchiha brothers did enough damage. i didn’t ask for another, okay?..)

| oliver aiku: her old friends by pnd

LIKEE HOW, WHYY. how can u be FINEE and rank top 3 in the gentleman category but at the same time canonically be a CHEATER, a PLAYER, whatever it is..like WHYY. this song reminds me of him period. no explanation is needed. 😭💀

| daiki aomine: make it to the morning and some of your love by pnd

ACC SO FINE PERIOD. my jersey number matches his. my fav member of the gom fs 🙂‍↕️ plus those edits on tiktok w make it to the morning and him (AND ALSO KISE!!) was just WOWOOWW DAYUMMM. but anyways i’ve never not liked him and his character ever. he alr caught my eye and became an immediate fav since day 1. i associate pnd songs w bb the most so yurr

| taiga kagami: sugar by brockhampton

he honestly gives off this song esp when in the lyrics where it says “spending all my nights alone, waiting for you to call me”. it makes me think of whether this is how he would feel thinking of kuroko after leaving him behind for the nba. and prob does. SIGHH

| satsuki momoi: venus by regina song

SHE DEFF gives off this song. honestly even the cutest pair and love at first sight, BOTH by regina song too btw, would match her also. she is so me when i like smo unfortunately.. 💔💔

[ballsandbabes]

GOM + Kagami: Them being Dads

Summary: Stories of our favourite chaotic dumbasses, their dad lifes and the usual chaotic shit

Authors Note: Y/n = your name // GIFS are not mine // Female reader implied // Not really proof read, sorry.

The warm buzz of a Sunday afternoon hung lazily over the Kagami household. A small property with every amenity. You and Kagami bought it together, that was important to you. Kagami earned significantly more than you as an NBA player with the Bulls. Since Kagami couldn't be home often due to his job, time with his family was the most important thing to him. Whenever he could, he played basketball with Tamika, your sixteen-year-old daughter, because, like her father, she showed great talent.

He loved to cook and spoil you, especially you. The smell of grilled meat wafted from the kitchen — your doing, of course. Kagami Taiga, now in his thirties and somehow still as dramatic as he was on the court, paced around the living room like a tiger in a cage.

“I knew it. I saw the signs,” he muttered, running a hand through his still-wild red hair. You peeked out from the kitchen, wiping your hands on a towel. “Babe, you're overreacting. Again.”

“I’m not overreacting! Tamika’s dating his kid. Ryouta’s kid!” he pointed dramatically toward the hallway like Kise himself was lurking just outside. “How does that even happen?! I’ve trained her better than this! Of all the boys in the world, it had to be Ryou? What even is that?”

You snorted and leaned against the counter. “Trained her? She’s not a dog, Kagami. She is your daughter...”

“I meant in judgment!” he protested. “What does that flashy pretty boy's son have that she would like?!”

You gave him a teasing grin. “Well… he’s got golden eyes like his dad, a killer smile, and apparently a six-pack already, hes very strong. Tamika says he plays point guard like a dream. Oh.....AND the genes. He just has good genes.”

Kagami groaned and flopped onto the couch, face-down.

“I’m in hell. What did I do to you universe...Maybe I should ask Midorima for some good fortune...”

At that moment, your ten-year-old son Ren shuffled in with a basketball under his arm and plopped beside his dad. “Dad, why don’t you like Tamika’s boyfriend? He is very nice”

“Boy....BOYFRIEND???? I thought they were just close...Because,” Kagami mumbled into the couch, “he’s Kise’s clone. And I don’t trust anything that shiny.”

You walked over and sat next to them, ruffling your son’s hair. “Yes Taiga, her boyfriend! Ren, sweetheart, your dad is just being dramatic. He thinks Tamika should date someone who plays like Aomine and eats like a garbage disposal.”

“Exactly!” Kagami lifted his head with hope. “Someone like me!”

You chuckled, planting a kiss on his cheek. “You’re too sweet for your own good, idiot. And also ridiculous.”

Just then, the front door creaked open. “I’m home!” Tamika’s voice called out, cheerful as ever. “And Ryou’s just parking his bike!”

Kagami bolted upright. “He’s here?!”

You caught his wrist before he could leap over the couch like a madman. “You’ll behave Taiga.” Kagami grumbled but stayed put, though his entire posture screamed tension. Moments later, Ryou walked in — tall, lean, smiling — and said politely, “Good afternoon, Mr. Kagami. Mrs. Kagami.”

Tamika beamed and hugged his arm. “Ryou brought me a milkshake!”

Kagami stared at the boy like he was a grenade with a countdown timer. You, meanwhile, smirked behind your hand.

“Cute, isn’t it?” you whispered. He glared. “No. It’s a crisis.”

You couldn’t help it — you laughed. Loudly. And as Kagami sulked beside you, defeated by fatherhood and fate, you slid your hand into his and gave it a squeeze.

“Relax. If Tamika’s anything like you, he is already terrified.”

Kagami blinked. “...You really think so?”

You winked. “Oh, I know so. I know you after all.”

And sure enough, as Ryou met his girlfriend’s father’s death glare from across the room, he shifted uncomfortably and said:

“Sir… would you like a milkshake too?”

Kagami’s eye twitched. Fatherhood was going to kill him.

Kise Ryouta, once the golden star of the court, now stood in the middle of the living room with both hands dramatically gripping his blonde hair. His mouth was slightly agape in disbelief. The afternoon was over, when he found out the news. As if he hadn't already been punished enough. Ryou, the younger of the twins by 2 minutes, was dating Kagami's daughter Tamika…and now this? What did he do to deserve that??

“She likes him? My daughter Keiko?!”

You calmly sipped your tea from the couch, watching your husband spiral like a glittery hurricane.“She said he has nice hands, Ryouta.”

“She said he smells like vanilla and she giggled!” Kise clutched his chest like he’d just been fouled mid-air. “That’s Murasakibara’s kid! Avi! He’s seven feet tall and barely speaks! I want someone normal for my precious girl...”

“He’s kind, gentle, and bakes macarons from scratch...And when he talks to Keiko, there's something very honest and deep about it.” you added.

“That’s even worse!” Kise flopped down dramatically onto the loveseat like he was in a tragic soap opera. “What if she marries into that family and my grandchildren are all born dunking and not posing?!”

You burst into laughter. “Ryouta, please. She already dunks. She’s your daughter and mine. Shes good at sports herself.”

He pouted. “She was supposed to be a runway model, not... not... Avi’s girlfriend! He doesn’t even comb his hair! And he calls her ‘small and squishy’ like she’s what..... a pillow!??”

You set your tea down, moving to sit beside your overreacting husband and running your hand through his silky hair. “You're the one who always said out little girl ��Keiko-chan deserves someone sweet and strong enough to protect her.’”

“I meant a puppy or something, not Mount Everest with a favour for sweets, wearing sweats all day long!”

Just then, the front door opened and both twins walked in — Keiko’s laughter ringing through the hall like windchimes.

“Mom! Dad! Avi gave me a strawberry daifuku he made himself!” she said, cheeks flushed pink. “He even cut it into heart shapes., isnt that cute?”

Kise’s head whipped around like he’d been shot. “HE WHAT?!”

Ryou, trailing behind with his arm casually around Tamika Kagami — who offered a small wave — sighed deeply.

“She’s been smiling like that since third period,” he mumbled. “It’s nauseating.”

Kise stood up so fast the chair nearly tipped over. “Young lady, we’re having a family meeting! Immediately!”

Keiko blinked. “About Avi?”

“YES! About Avi and how we’re going to pray the crush away!”

You were laughing too hard to stop him. As Kise tried to rally the household into an emergency intervention, you leaned over to Tamika.

“You get this every time Ryou hugs you in front of him too, don’t you?”

Tamika nodded, stone-faced. “Once he gave me a ten-slide PowerPoint on why I should never break Ryou’s heart.”

“I included transitions,” Kise interjected from across the room. “With fade-ins!”

You patted his shoulder gently. “You’re going to be so dramatic at their weddings.”

He paused. “...Wait. Both of them? As in… my baby girl… married to Murasakibara’s giant muffin of a son?!”

You only smiled, watching Keiko pull out a pink-iced cookie and say Avi had written her name on it in chocolate. Kise Ryouta gasped so hard, you were sure he’d inhaled half the room.

“This is the beginning of the end.”

You slipped your arm through his, resting your head on his shoulder. “Nah,” you whispered. “It’s the beginning of something adorable.”

And as Keiko hummed to herself, clutching her little heart-shaped snack like it was a love letter, Kise groaned into your shoulder. “I should’ve just had a cat.”

The late afternoon sun poured gently into the kitchen, casting long golden rays across the wooden table where Murasakibara Atsushi sat, munching lazily on a box of melonpan. You sat beside him, a warm smile on your face as you scrolled through your phone. From the living room, soft music played and the occasional sound of laughter drifted in — courtesy of Keiko Kise and your and Atsushis older son, Avi. The two had been dating for almost a year now. It still amazed you how your towering, sleepy-eyed baker of a boy had fallen for Kise’s sparkling daughter. Opposites attract, apparently. Avi baked her strawberry daifuku, and she gifted him designer sweaters and taught him how to smile in selfies. It was such a cute puppy love.

Perfect balance. Then there was Mahiro — your fifteen-year-old, and Avis younger brother. Murasakibara reached for another snack, his hair slightly tousled, when he suddenly said through a mouthful of sugar, “Ne, [Y/N]… Mahiro’s been acting weird lately.”

You smirked and set your phone down. “Weird how?”

“He keeps brushing his hair before school. Like, brushing brushing... Nicely brushing. I saw him using my cologne yesterday. And he asked me if he should switch to contacts.”

You sipped your tea slowly.

“He also left a note in his math book that said ‘Toshi's voice is really calm… like a river.’” Mura paused, squinting in thought. “Is that… like, a code?”

You couldn’t help it — you laughed. He looked at you, confused but not annoyed. Just blinking like a curious cat.

“I already know,” you said, reaching over to poke his cheek. “Mahiro has a crush on Toshi. Kuroko’s son.”

Murasakibara froze mid-bite. “...Tetsu’s kid? But they are only sixteen...they are not supposed to be in love....they should focus on school or sports!”

You nodded.

“The really quiet one who always carries a book and drinks green tea?”, Atsushi asked slowly. “Yep.”, you replied with a sweet smile. He leaned back in his chair, eyes half-lidded as he processed.

“Huh.”, he stated.“Huh?” you repeated, amused. “That’s it?”

“I mean… it makes sense,” Mura said with a lazy shrug. “Mahiro always was more on the calm side....and he likes calm stuff. He’d short-circuit if he dated someone like Keiko, Kises daughter.”

You snorted. “Fair.”

“But also…” He frowned, ever so slightly. “Tetsu’s kid? That feels… weird.”

“Because it makes you feel old? Knowing you son is dating now?”

“No.” Mura pouted slightly. “Because I used to hold Tetsu with one arm and now our kids are, like… blushing at each other in the school hallway or something....its weird.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I think it’s adorable.”

He didn’t argue. Instead, he quietly got up and opened the cupboard, pulling out a bag of mini chocolate chip cookies. He popped one in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “Do you think Tetsu’s gonna be chill if Mahiro confesses?”

“Babe. It’s Kuroko. He’ll probably just blink slowly and offer him tea. Also Therisa thinks the two are super cute together, she thinks our son is a perfect match for her son.”

“…True.”, your husband exclaimed. Just then, Mahiro came sliding into the kitchen in his socks, hair slightly messy from a nap and face pink for a reason, he’d ever admit.

“Hey, uh… can I go study with Toshi at the library later?” he asked, eyes flicking from you to Murasakibara, then back again.

You beamed. “Of course. Go be a good student, sweetie.” Mura looked at him, then at the half-empty cookie bag in his hand. “…Only if you bring Toshi back and let me make sure he’s not a shady tea wizard.”

Mahiro flushed. “A what...??? He’s literally Mr. Kuroko’s kid, Dad.”

“Exactly,” Mura mumbled, mouth full again. “You can’t see him coming.” You laughed so hard you had to set your mug down. And somewhere in the background, Avi’s voice drifted from the living room: “Keiko, I burned the mochi again…”

Mahiro sighed in embarrassment, seing his older brother and his girlfriend. “God bro, you and Keiko are so embarrassing.”

Murasakibara just grinned — a sleepy, fond grin — and reached out to ruffle his youngest son’s hair. “You’re lucky I like you. Go ahead, study!”

The rain tapped gently against the windows of the Kuroko household — a soft, soothing rhythm that matched the peacefulness inside. Tetsuya Kuroko sat on the couch with a book in one hand and a hot cup of tea in the other, his calm eyes skimming the pages with practiced ease. You watched him from the kitchen, where you were finishing up some rice balls, smiling to yourself. You love your husband and your son. On the quiet days like today, you fell in love with him all over again.

Toshi had just left with Mahiro. Again. Kuroko hadn’t asked about it yet — but you knew. Of course you knew. Toshi wasn’t exactly loud, but love has a way of showing itself, even in silence. The way he sat a little straighter when Mahiro texted him. How he spent fifteen minutes debating which sweater was “too much” to wear to the arcade. The little doodles in his notebook — initials, quiet notes about “his smile,” and “he always waits for me.”

Mahiro Murasakibara. The other quiet kid. A little slouched, a little awkward. They fit together like two puzzle pieces — soft edges meeting perfectly. So when you finally wandered over and sat beside your husband, resting your head on his shoulder, you said simply, “You know Toshi’s in love, right?”

Kuroko blinked and turned a page, voice still calm. “With Mahiro.”

You paused. “You knew?” He took a slow sip of his tea. “He leaves the house, as if he couldn't get to school quickly enough. And he smiles at his phone when he thinks no one is looking.” He looked at you, his eyes kind. “It reminds me of how I look at you.”

Your heart fluttered a little. Even after all these years, he still said things like that — simple and stunning, right from the chest.

“So you’re okay with it?”

He closed the book gently and placed it on the table. “I love our son. That includes who he loves.” You smiled, but there was still a little ache in your chest. “He’s a little scared,” you admitted quietly. “Not of us. But… the world. He told me once he wasn’t sure, if it was okay to be like this.”

Kuroko’s jaw clenched just slightly. Then he stood, went to the window, and looked out at the rain. “Maybe I should talk to him. He is good the way he is. Maybe he needs to hear that from us again. He doesn’t have to be loud to be strong,” he said softly. “And he doesn’t have to hide to be safe. Not here. Not with us.”

You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. He leaned back into you, and for a moment, everything was still — the quiet safety of your home, the steady beat of rain, and two parents holding the weight of love between them.

“I think Mahiro’s good for him,” you said eventually. “They understand each other without having to explain everything. That’s rare.”

Kuroko nodded, a faint smile ghosting across his lips. “Like we do.”

Just then, the door creaked open. Toshi stepped in, cheeks slightly flushed, umbrella dripping by his side. Mahiro was with him, taller and slouched as usual, holding a small box of cookies he clearly didn’t know what to do with.

Toshi blinked when he saw the two of you at the window. “Hey.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” you said.

Kuroko walked over calmly, looked between them, and then gently rested a hand on Toshi’s shoulder.

“Did you bring him over so we can meet your boyfriend properly?”

Toshi froze. Mahiro dropped the cookie box. You barely held back a laugh. “D-Dad—!”

But Kuroko just gave that faint, unreadable smile — the one Toshi inherited. “Welcome, Mahiro. You’re very important to our son. Please treat him kindly.”

Mahiro blinked. “Uh… I… yes. Sir.”

And then Toshi looked at you, flustered and pink, and you just grinned and gave him a thumbs up.

“You’re both cute. Go have snacks. Don’t drop them this time.”

The boys shuffled off awkwardly, leaving you and Kuroko alone again. “I thought you’d be more shocked,” you teased.

Kuroko shook his head, picking up his tea once more. “No. I’ve just seen what love looks like when it’s real. This is the same.”

“Absolutely not. No. Impossible.” Midorima Shintarō’s voice cut through the kitchen like a blade, his hand gripping the countertop like it had just insulted his entire bloodline. His green eyes — sharp as ever behind his glasses — stared in disbelief at the phone in his other hand. You were, of course, sitting calmly at the table, sipping your tea and smiling like someone who’d just watched their husband walk directly into the most predictable parenting crisis ever. Your younger daughter Mika, who was fifteen, watching highly interested.

“She kissed him. Kissed, [Y/N]. In pUbLiC. In front of a convenience store,” Midorima continued, his tone climbing with every syllable. “And no one told me?!”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re literally the last to know.” He whipped around. “You knew?!”. “I helped pick out the perfume she wore to their second date.”, you admitted sheepishly.

He looked like he might drop dead on the spot. “HOW can you be so calm about this?! That’s Daiki’s son!”

You set down your cup gently and gestured for him to sit before he pulled a hamstring from clenching his moral code so hard. “Yes. Noah. Sweet boy. Surprisingly polite. Calls me ‘Ma’am’ even though I told him it makes me feel a hundred.” Midorima sat slowly, still in shock. “Noah plays just like his father. He’s loud. Arrogant. Unstructured. That boy eats energy drinks for breakfast.”

You bit back a grin. “Midori likes that about him. He's just a bad boy, mysterious and cool.”

“No...Midori just has poor taste.”, he said as if it were a fact. You snorted. “Excuse you — she inherited her taste from me.” You reached for his hand and laced your fingers with his. “You know she’s smart. Grounded. And confident. She doesn’t lose herself just because she’s in love. And not everyone likes attractive, tall, green-haired basketball players with a penchant for a certain oracle radio.”

Midorima got flustered and scowled, but he didn’t pull his hand away. “She’s eighteen. She’s supposed to be studying. Not… kissing Aomine’s son like they’re in some kind of shoujo manga!”

At that, you laughed — a real, joyful laugh — and Midorima tried to scowl harder, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitch. “I talk to Momoi about them all the time,” you said with a wicked little smirk. “We think it’s adorable. She’s been calling it ‘fated rivals to lovers’ since the day they met.”

Midorima looked betrayed. “She KNEW too?!”

“Of course she knew. They flirted in front of us at the school festival. Midori literally said, ‘Noah’s the sun, and I feel like a sunflower when I’m around him.’”

Your husband put his head in his hands and whispered, “This is a karmic punishment for making fun of Aomine’s grades in high school.” You rubbed his shoulder gently. “She’s in young and in love. It’s messy and exciting and a little dumb, but that’s what it’s supposed to be at that age.”

He peeked up at you. “But she’s my little girl…” You smiled and kissed his temple. “And she’s doing just fine. She got the wits of her dad”

At that moment, the front door opened and Midori’s voice rang out, light and glowing.

“Hey! Noah’s walking me home!”, Midori said cheerfully. Midorima immediately stood up like he was going to war. “ABSOLUTELY NOT Mido.”

You casually grabbed the back of his shirt to keep him from storming down the hallway, “Liebling. Sit. Be cool.” He gave you the deadpan glare of a man whose idea of “cool” included statistical analysis and daily horoscope alignments. Moments later, Midori entered with Noah — tall, athletic, effortlessly charming — and Midorima’s glare intensified behind his glasses. Noah, unfazed, offered a polite nod. “Good evening, Mr. Midorima. You look sharp today.”

Midori’s eyes sparkled as she leaned close to him and whispered something that made him laugh. Midorima twitched.

You? You just leaned back in your chair and took another sip of tea. Parenting was chaos. But watching your husband go through this kind of chaos? Delicious.

The sound of a basketball thudding against the driveway echoed through the open window. Again. Again. And again. You looked up from the kitchen sink and saw your son — Daichi, 17, stubborn like his father, brows furrowed like he was trying to dribble the pain out of his chest. Aomine leaned in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, a familiar scowl on his face as he watched his son in silence. You knew that look. The one, he used when he didn’t know how to deal with something not basketball-related. You dried your hands and walked over. “Love, you’re thinking too hard.”

Aomine grunted. “I just don’t get it. He’s good-looking. Athletic. Got my three-point shot and your brains. He's basically invincible. Why the hell would Tamika not like him back?”

You sighed and leaned your head against his shoulder. “Because she’s already dating Kise’s kid. Ryou.”. Aomine let out a sound halfway between a groan and a growl. “That stupid blonde show-off’s son? Really? Our son is so much better.”

You laughed softly. “Ryou is a very good kid. Very sweet. Kind of like the golden retriever version of Noah.”

“Gross.”, He looked at you as if you had held a rotten fish in front of his nose. Aomine stayed quiet for a while. Outside, Daichi went for a layup — missed. That was when you saw it: the slump in his shoulders. That little pause. The weight of rejection settling in.

“I told you yesterday,” you said gently, “Daichi’s had a crush on her since middle school. But he never said anything. Just… watched her from the sidelines. Rooted for her like she was his own team.”

“That’s so stupid,” Aomine muttered. “He should’ve told her. Asked her out. Gone for it.”

“Like you did with me?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He looked at you and grinned, lopsided. “No. I bothered you until you gave in.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. Just then, the front door opened and closed. The basketball had stopped. A few seconds later, Daichi appeared, wiping sweat off his forehead and avoiding eye contact with either of you. Aomine straightened. “Yo.”

“Hey Dad,” Daichi mumbled, heading toward the stairs. You stopped him with a hand on his arm. “Wanna sit with us for a bit?”

He hesitated, then slowly nodded. You, Aomine, and Daichi ended up on the couch — quiet for a while, the way boys sometimes are when words feel like weights. Finally, your son spoke. “She’s with Ryou now. I was too late.”

You reached out and brushed his hair back gently. “That doesn’t make your feelings any less real.”

Daichi looked at the floor. “It hurts. And I didn’t even do anything.”

Aomine let out a long breath, rubbing the back of his neck. Then he leaned forward and said, voice gruff but soft, “You know, when I lost a game in high school — like, really lost — it felt like the whole world sucked. But I got back on the court anyway. Because even when it hurts, it means you care.”

Daichi blinked, surprised. Aomine kept going, his eyes serious now. “It sucks, I know. But this isn’t the last time you’ll feel something this strong. Or this good. Or this painful. So don’t run from it. Just… learn from it. And keep playing.”

You smiled at him. “See? He’s full of wisdom when he’s not yelling at the TV.”

Daichi gave a small laugh — small, but real. Then he leaned back into the couch, resting his head on the cushions. “I still wish I’d told her sooner.” You reached over and held his hand. “Next time, you will.”

And Aomine, ever the protective dad, grumbled, “Next time, it better not be another Kise.”

The Akashi household was always in quiet order — polished floors, elegant bookshelves, everything in its right place. But today, something was off. The air was too still. The silence too… heavy. Akashi Seijuro noticed. He lowered his morning paper, watching as you walked in with two mugs of coffee and a small frown on your face. As beautiful as ever, in his dressing gown and red silk pajamas that matched your dark hair perfectly.

“What happened?” he asked immediately, eyes narrowing. You sighed, handing him his cup. “Rosie’s heartbroken.” Akashi blinked. “Why is that?”

“She’s in love....with....Noah Aomine.”

“…Aomine’s son?”, he said between sips of his coffee. “Mm-hmm.”, you said. He stared for a moment, expression unreadable. “Isn’t he seeing Midorima’s daughter?”

“Midori? Yes. Rosie found out only yesterday. I think she hoped he’d change his mind.”, your voice was full of pity for your daughter Rosabella. Akashi let out a quiet breath and sipped his tea. “Rosabella doesn’t normally misread situations. She is smart.”

“She didn’t misread. She just hoped.” You smiled sadly. “Even the sharpest girls get soft when they fall in love.”

Akashi leaned back, folding one leg over the other in his usual controlled grace. “I’ll speak with her.” You raised a brow. “Gently.”

He gave you a dry look. “Darling...I’m not a warlord, [Y/N].”

“You used to call yourself one.”. “Semantics.”, he just said.

You grinned. Just then, footsteps echoed down the hall, and Akaji appeared, hands in his pockets, head slightly lowered. Fourteen and already so tall, already thoughtful — a miniature version of his father with your smile.

“Hey,” he mumbled. “Is Rosie okay?”

“Not really...she’s upstairs,” you said. “Do you want to talk to her?”

Akaji hesitated. “No. I just… wanted to make sure she was alright.” Akashi eyed him with the same perceptiveness he used in business meetings. “Something else is bothering you.”

Akaji flinched. You walked over and knelt in front of him, gently tugging him to sit. “Tell us mi amor?”

He looked between the two of you, then sighed and said quietly, “I like Mirei. Noah’s sister. We play on the same soccer team.”

You blinked in surprise — and then smiled. “Mirei?? As in Aomines daughter?.....She’s sweet and kind....”

“She’s awesome,” Akaji said before catching himself. “But she’s also… loud. And doesn’t care what people think. I’m not like that.” Akashi steepled his fingers. “You’re not supposed to be like her. You’re supposed to be like you.”

Akaji glanced up, startled. You touched his shoulder gently. “Have you told her yet?”

He shook his head. “She just… jokes with me. Like I’m her ‘cool little genius’ teammate. She doesn’t see me like that. And seeing what happend to Rosie....” There it was. The second heartbreak of the week. Akashi stood and walked over, his presence quiet but commanding. He rested a hand on Akaji’s shoulder.

“Feelings that aren’t returned are not failures, Akaji. They’re proof that you’re capable of loving deeply. That is a strength. Not a weakness.”

Akaji bit his lip, clearly trying not to look too emotional. “But it hurts.” Akashi nodded once. “Good. It means it mattered.”

You gently pulled Akaji into a side hug, and kissed the top of his head. “Daddy is right. One-sided love hurts. But it makes you brave. And one day, someone will look at you the way you look at her — and it’ll be worth all of this.” A short silence fell over the three of you, as you began to speak up again, "I also loved your father one-sidedly. For a long time his only love was basketball. That's why I didn't love or enjoy being around him any less."

Akaji gave a tiny nod. Rosie’s door creaked open upstairs, and her footsteps padded softly down the huge stairs. She paused when she saw the three of you. huddled together. Her eyes were a little puffy. Her expression sheepishly and sad.

“Whats with you guys???........He didn’t pick me,” she said quietly. Akashi looked at his daughter and opened his arms. Rosie hesitated only a second before stepping into them, resting her head against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Don’t be,” he said, kissing her temple. “No one can win every match. But you always play with grace. That’s what makes you my daughter.”

You watched them from across the room — your family, bruised but unbroken. Even in heartbreak, there was elegance here. And more importantly… love.

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Letter to a best friend

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Pornstar and NBA player

A game between policemen and firemen

GoM and holidays

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Jealousy makes fight

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