#guys whenever the sunshine court drops I will be making it my whole personality

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hello! I really fall in love with your blog! Thank you very much for those Vorpal Swords headcanons! Can I ask headcanons about being Rakuzan manager? For example, how she cares about boys and they care about her; how Rakuzan protects her; How she supports them at games. And Akashi likes her. Good luck to your blog!

A/N: Hello there! I’m glad to know that you’re enjoying these, so I hope that this one will be to your liking as well! Also to those who don’t know what a ‘bokken’ is: it’s basically a wooden sword, Japanese swordswomen and men use for training! 

Tags: Akashi x reader ✅  Rakuzan x reader ✅  SFW ✅  fluff ✅  friendship ✅  

image/art source: Zerochan (art by Tousaku) [I sadly couldn't find the corresponding post where they uploaded it, since that artist seems to be inactive atm, but if you happen to stumble upon it, please make sure to tell me!]

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so first of all how did you even become Rakuzan’s manager?

well you were actually taking care of the team BEFORE Akashi joined the club

back then you guys were a wholesome team, but the moment the redhead was pronounced captain it all went downhill...

your former teammates began dropping out with the same complaints

“He’s too strict”, “I can’t train like this anymore”, “When he’s on the court, basketball loses its fun factor!”

even if you hated to admit it...they were right

Akashi was a REALLY strict leader who always wanted his team members to give it their all

100%? Not enough, make it a 110 and then you might be chosen as a substitute

during the first half of the school year, you put up with everything he threw at you, whether it were insults or commands

at one point you weren’t even the manager anymore but became his loyal puppy that did everything he instructed you to do

the things he requested weren’t even worthy to your title...unless you like standing in front of the gym door, acting like a bodyguard at the disco

and of course, even you had your limits

after Akashi had once again decided to give you an unreasonable task, you finally snapped

“I’ve had enough! Just who do you think you are, ordering me around as if I was your subordinate!”

“Listen. You either fix that emperor like attitude of yours, or you end up losing one of Japan’s strongest team...including me.”

in your state of anger, you had shoved the clipboard you were using against his chest and had stormed off the gym

a whole week had passed and you didn’t visit the club even once, that’s how pissed off you were

one day just when you thought about filling up a club withdrawal paper, there was a letter in your locker

...

Dear (Y/N)...I know that the way I’ve been acting up until now has upset you, but the reasoning behind my behavior is a simple one. All I desire is to see whom of these ‘star players’ everybody (including you) praises, can actually live up to their title. Sadly, I’ve come to the conclusion that none of them were able to, so I’ve decided to build up a new team in which you as well are going to be needed. I sincerely hope that you are willing to help the new Rakuzan basketball club reach even greater heights than ever before. Yours faithfully, Akashi Seijuro

P.S: We need you manager.

...

the first half of the letter had made your blood boil, but the further you read the more your curiosity got peaked

but you didn’t want to give in that easily, so you decided to visit the club one day to see what Akashi’s idea of an absolute basketball team looked like

...

...

“So (Y/N)..what do you think?“, Akashi asked after practice had ended

you had just looked at him with one of your ‘are you kidding me?’ faces and shook your head

these boys...

a) looked like full-fledged men to you

b) could easily snap you in half if they wanted to (especially Nebuya)

and finally

c) were probably all legendary NBA players in their past life

all in all they were amazing

watching them play gave you the impression of an actual and professional basketball game...that’s just how good they were

.

..

...

two months passed and you had taken the role of the manager once again

you hated to admit it, but Akashi was once again right..this team was absolutely amazing and worthy of any title you could think of

luckily these boys turned out to be more wholesome than you had ever anticipated

knowing that all of them had their struggles and own problems to deal with, despite their flawless appearance made you realize that that they were indeed your typical high school boys and not some basketball machines

sadly they couldn’t - or better said - weren’t allowed to show any weakness during training...these were Akashi’s orders

much to your surprise, they had accepted it with much less resistance than the members before them, but you were a little anxious that they might end up quitting the team so you took it upon yourself to prevent that scenario from arriving  

from that day forward you began spending more and more time with all the members (except Akashi) …

.

Reo:

as the vice-captain he was to ensure that everybody followed the training regimen they were given by the redhead (in case of his absence)

sadly due to his laid-back nature and feminine speech, almost no one took him seriously

that’s where you come in…

“Come on now guys! Listen to Reo or I’ll get the bokken! And if that doesn’t get you guys moving then I’m sure a short phone call with Akashi certainly will...”

the second line always worked and even managed to make Reo giggle

after that, he’d always thank you several times and while the others ran laps/were stretching the two of you would always talk about that day’s schedule

by the end of practice, Reo and you would actually go out and do some shopping while talking about different topics

and thanks to his talented eye for the beautiful, your wardrobe was full with clothes that complimented your figure just perfectly, which only boosted your ego      

a certain topic you guys started talking about only recently was romance

at first you were extremely careful to not touch upon any touchy subject since there were a lot of rumors amongst your classmates, concerning Reo’s sexual orientation

but the more you got to know him, the easier it was for you to talk to him and in no time the two of you had become best friends

whenever someone either came up to you or him and wanted to just mess around, the two of you got each other’s backs at all time and would either intervene directly or call for backup (mainly Nebuya)

thanks to Reo’s ‘big sister’ personality you luckily never felt alone or at a loss, since you knew that he’d always be there for you and help you out

Kotarou:

this boy seriously makes you run for your money

he’d always arrive almost half an hour earlier than the others just cause he wants to mess around with you (he’d for example take your clipboard and make you literally chase him for it)

at first it upset you quite a bit, but as time passed you eventually got used to it and evolved your strategy

you chase him?

hell NO

you’d instead sit down on one of the benches and wait for him to bring it back to you

your strategy for that was to remain silent and show no reaction whatsoever whenever he asked if you weren’t going to chase him like the ‘good old times’

he’d then get so worried that he’s upset you that he gives up, brings you your clipboard and starts either poking your cheeks, playing with your hair or straight out embrace you

the latter always broke your façade

his warm hugs accompanied by the glistening puppy eyes and his snaggletooth always made you pity him and wonder if you’ve perhaps gone too far

the moment you’d give in, his cheerful attitude was back in an instant

and that routine became pretty much a daily ritual between the two of you

what perhaps surprised you the most was when you actually witnessed Kotarou’s other side of his bubbly personality

he was surprisingly the ‘holding a grudge’ type (especially on the court)

Rakuzan had a practice match once and when a player of the opposing team made it past the blond boy seconds later he was fuming, glaring at everyone who even looked his way and screamed more as well as louder than usual

the others around you weren’t even faced by his sudden tantrum so it was up to you to calm him down before the referee gave him a yellow card

since then his mood-swings became your responsibility

outside of the gym, you guys spent a good amount of time together

you mostly helped him out with his homework since he really wasn’t the brightest out of the bunch (and as some of you might know in Japan your grades play a major role when you’re a part of a club. Depending on your test results you might get excluded from some of the activities as far as I know) and you weren’t going to leave on any activity without this ball of sunshine

to pay you back for your help he’d go skateboarding with you on the weekend

in case you forgot or couldn’t skate he’d help you remember or teach it to you

much to your surprise, he was quite a good teacher, so it was easy for you to understand the basics and even learn some of the simplest tricks on the way

but in case you were some kind of a pro (or simply good) at it, he’d challenge you to a small contest and by the end of it the two of you would actually come up with a small choreography

Nebuya:

to be frank, he intimidated the heck out of you (at first) and he was actually the most difficult for you to approach

the main reason for your reluctance was mainly because of his appearance, but just a day after you were first introduced to him made you change your mind

on your way to school you took the train and as commonly known the trains in Japan were the majority of the time extremely filled with people and some of them just couldn’t keep their hands by themselves and just had to go ahead and start feeling people up

in that case, the victim was unfortunately you  

the typical reaction of your other female classmates would’ve been to stand there and do nothing about it, but you were different

“Excuse me, but could you stop touching me?“, you asked in a loud voice making sure that at least some people witnessed what was happening

you couldn’t care less if you guys became the center of attention, all you wanted was to get this creep’s hands away from your body...and you did

what you didn’t know/notice was that Nebuya had actually seen all of it and wanted to come and help, but you were quicker

when you got out of the train he caught up to you and directly asked if you were ok

he even went ahead and bowed his head to you apologizing multiple times for not reacting quick enough

it surprised and scared you at the same time, but this was kind of a chance to finally talk to him, so you made sure to not let that opportunity slip away

and trust me when I say this, but this man turned out to be a bigger softie than you anticipated

since that day he became the person you’d call upon first in case of trouble you couldn’t solve on your own

Nebuya even volunteered to be your bodyguard, but you weren’t really a damsel in distress so you refused at first

and after many arguments, pouts and pleas you finally gave in and agreed to go to school together every day

additionally during training he’d make sure to be the first one to save you from any flying ball

much to his dismay, you managed to dodge or even to catch the majority of them which made his attempts completely futile

so in order for him to stop sulking about how he had ‘failed to show you his muscles in action’, you’d go out and help him with his workout

sometimes you’d even be his motivational right hand during his own eating contests

and when he decided to show his ‘manly’ side and either burps or lets out gas, your bokken was on him just some seconds later

Mayuzumi:

this boy seriously hated you in the beginning

in his eyes you were nothing but a loud girl who wanted some attention and tried to gain it by acting as the manager

much to his surprise you figured him out pretty quickly

you somehow knew when he became irritated on the court and immediately took action to prevent any outbursts from him or someone else

furthermore, you supported his hobby without asking questions and when he expressed the wish to go to the rooftop and read a chapter or maybe even two from his light novel, you’d just let him go

one afternoon he came to the gym to excuse himself from training and found only you and how you had fallen asleep on the referee table

his first thought was to leave before you even noticed that he’d been there, but then he saw a small notebook with the title ‘RAKUZAN BB CLUB’ so he got curious and started reading your handwritten entries about all of the members

each member had a few pages worth of information you had either gathered yourself or looked up

he found it a tad adorable that you reserved the last page for a personal comment on a player since it reminded him of how some of his authors wrote an afterword at the end of their story

as soon as he read his name though he suddenly became really reluctant to proceed

for some reason, he was afraid of what you might have written/researched about him

he started to read it anyways

“...”

“Has a low presence...well yeah I guess”

“...”

“Seems to be prouder than he lets on? W-Wha? That’s not even...true”  

“...”

“Probably swears at his teammates internally...how did she know?!”

“...”

“It would make me happy if we talked more to each other, but he probably hates me... ”  

Mayuzumi would’ve never told you, but that last line hurt him quite a bit

.

that day he decided to join practice and when you called for a timeout you’d always leave his towel and water bottle on the bench next to you and he’d normally just take it, but this time he murmured a barely audible ‘thank you’

you almost fainted then and there, but somehow managed to keep up your serious facial expression (which he very much appreciated)

the two of you would almost never go out/spend time together, but instead, you began exchanging small gestures like you buying him a new volume of his favorite author or him hiding a small ‘thank you’ note in your notebook

Akashi (finally):

since you and he know each other from way back, you didn’t have that much contact in the beginning since you wanted to take your time to get to know the new members, but Akashi’s eyes were always on you

if someone out of the other members even dared to ask him if he harbored feelings for you...then let us just pray that he doesn’t have Midorima’s scissors with him

but if one of his main players (most likely Kotarou) asked him about it, he’d just cut him off quickly and shut the conversation down

Rakuzan’s captain cares for you in his own kind of way

he’d support you from afar and make sure that no one who he doesn’t deem as worthy comes even remotely close to you

you weren’t aware, but since you had once again become the manager of the reformed Rakuzan you became quite popular

a lot of people admired you, some were even impressed or jealous and some even began having feelings for you

“I’m thinking about asking (Y/N) out...what do you think?”

as soon as Akashi heard your name in such a conversation he instantly made his move

don’t ask how he did it, but within a week you had gained the reputation of being ‘out of limits’ for everyone except for the club and your friends and just in case someone felt the need to be adventurous, there was no way they’d be let into the gym (thanks to Akashi’s orders and Nebuya’s muscular body)

.

the redhead had first noticed his feelings for you when you snapped at him back then

for him it was the first time someone even dared to speak up against him and even insult him

he was surprised and very annoyed at first, but as the days passed by him and his incomplete team he figured that it would be the best to start anew

so he scouted three of the uncrowned kings and a 3rd-year student who basically was a future version of Kuroko

when the stage was set all he needed was for the main star to appear, so he sent you that letter where he invited you to watch the new team

.

as far as the confession goes...

Akashi is a very strategic person, so he’d most likely wait for his promise to come true (the promise of Rakuzan reaching greater heights) and then confess saying something like:

“See? I’ve kept my promise...now it’s your turn.”      

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Can’t Start Too Late

           I sat on the patio beneath the shade, the book I’d brought down from the house laying forgotten in my lap. It was hard to read with the squealing and laughter ringing in the air anyway. Just below me, Matt and Nick had all four of the kids on the tennis court. Basketballs bounced and rolled in every direction as the California sun beat down.

           “Sunscreen!” I called down to them, grinning.

           Matt looked up, his brown eyes hidden behind his thick sunglasses. He smiled. “You heard Mama.”

           Nick, who had been on the other side of the court with Mattie, dropped his basketball between his feet, whistled, and clapped twice. “Let’s do it, Jacksons!” Lee and RJ looked over at the sound of his voice. “Everybody round up Papa!”

           The kids dropped whatever they were doing and came running, waddling, and toddling over to where Matt stood just beneath me. Lee looked up and grinned, waving excitedly. I waved back.

           A moment later, Nick was there in the thick of it. Mattie—now nine—was old enough to put her sunscreen on herself. She dutifully rubbed it on her arms and legs, face and neck, then turned around for her Dad to get where she couldn’t reach. Then she went to help Nicole. Lee had it all over his fingers as Matt tried to show him how and ended up leaving a bright white smear along his Papa’s face. RJ submitted to Nick without complaint.

           My husbands, ever the good examples for our children, slathered on their own sunscreen. I was still surprised, that after all this time, the sight of them shirtless and sweating could make my breath catch and my cheeks flame.

           Once all the kids were thoroughly slathered in sunscreen, they went their separate ways. The boys had installed two more basketball goals for the kids. There was the standard size one for them, then another with a six-foot-high hoop, and a third one that was Fisher-Price. The girls trailed behind Nick, both focusing hard on bouncing the basketballs in their hands. The boys stayed close by with Matt, the three of them gathering around the bright red plastic hoop.

           “Bounce, Papa,” RJ said, holding out his still-chubby hands. He was two now, and his Papa was the greatest person in the whole world. “Bounce.”

           Matt grinned at him and picked up one of the small basketballs that came with the hoop. He took RJ by the wrist and pulled our son to stand in front of him. “Bounce, just like this,” he said calmly. I watched as he bounced the ball once or twice himself, dropping it to the ground and then patting it with his hand when it came back up.

           “Ounce!” RJ giggled, clapping his hands. Matt laughed and, patiently, started teaching them both how to bounce a basketball and put it through their plastic Fisher-Price hoop.

           The girls and Nick were on the other side of the ten-foot hoop. He half crouched, half sat on his basketball in front of them. Nicole clutched her pink kid’s ball against her stomach and watched raptly as her Dad showed Mattie how to hold the ball to shoot it the right way. Mattie did exactly as Nick told her, putting her hands just where he said.

           I watched as he had her pretend to shoot a basket, catching the ball one handed and giving it back, correcting her gently each time. Nicole followed her sister’s lead, beaming whenever Nick praised her efforts.

           My heart ached with how much I loved them. Our lives had fallen into a kind of normalcy in the ten years the three of us had been together. The way I loved the two of them was a constant background noise to our lives—it was never far away, easily noticed and brought to the forefront—but sometimes, in moments like this, it hit me so completely that it took my breath away. I fell in love with them over and over, each time I saw them with our children in the quiet snippets of daily life.

           They were more than I had ever dreamed. I was lucky beyond anyone else in the world to have them. To have two wonderful, strong, kind, loving men who wanted to be mine, who didn’t care what anyone thought about our lives. To watch them be completely besotted with our children, wrapped around our daughters’ fingers, completely enamored with their growing sons. I’d never seen two better fathers—they were patient and gentle, kind and open with their affection, but a united front when it came to discipline and teaching our kids right from wrong. As much as they were at the beck and call of our children, they were firm with their expectations and consistent with their consequences. And I knew that they had learned it all from Matt Sr., who treated me just like his own.

           As afternoon wore on, the boys started getting fussy. The heat and the lack of their normal nap left them cranky and no longer willing to let Papa teach them to play. Matt took Lee by the hand and, with RJ on his hip, brought them up to the patio. He sank down into the chair next to me in the shade as Lee climbed into my lap and tucked his head against my shoulder.

           “You’re training another set of All City Champs, aren’t you?” I asked playfully.

           Matt laughed and pushed his glasses up on top of his head. RJ curled up in his Dada’s lap and started sucking his thumb. I could see the faint tan lines on my husband’s face where his glasses had been. “Rancho Cucamonga’s finest.”

           “I don’t think I thank you enough. You and Nick… you are the best dads in the world. I couldn’t have dreamed better for my kids than you two.”

           He reached over and took my hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing my fingers. “It’s easy for you and for them. Plus,” he looked out at his brother, still working diligently with the girls, “we had a good example.”

           “He’s so proud of you guys, you know that, don’t you?” I laced our fingers together and smiled. His skin was hot and already a few shades darker than my own.

           Before he could respond, Nick and the girls came up the steps onto the patio. Mattie flopped down on one of the loungers and closed her eyes. Nicole sat down on the edge, sticking her legs through the slats in the railing and swinging her feet.

           Nick planted his hands on the back of my chair and leaned over, giving me a playful upside-down kiss. Lee grunted when the brim of his Dada’s hat bopped him in the head. “Sorry, bud,” he mumbled, grinning. “I think it’s time we all go take a nap, and then get in the pool later.”

           Mattie let out a grunt, rolled off the lounger, and trudged up the steps toward the houses. “I’m going to Papa’s,” she mumbled on the way up.

***

           It was getting late, and the kids had finally all been tucked into bed at Nick’s. The three of us sat in the living room, Nick with his head in my lap and me with mine on Matt’s shoulder. Matt’s fingers were threaded with mine as my other hand swept gently through Nick’s hair. The room was comfortably quiet, and I took the time to enjoy being with them like this. Four kids and their careers left little time for us to be together like we wanted.

           Nick looked up, his blue eyes bright and wide. “When are you going to tell us, Y/N?”

           “Tell you what?” I replied, looking anywhere but at him. I could hear the nervousness in my voice, and I was surprised they couldn’t hear my heart beating in my chest.

           “We’ve kinda figured out the signs by now, Mama,” Matt added, pressing his lips to my hair.

           I blinked and let my head fall back against the sofa cushions. I didn’t know whether I wanted to laugh or cry. How could I have thought that I could keep it a secret from them?

           “What gave me away?” I asked, looking from Nick to Matt and back again.

           Nick grinned. “You were scrubbing the grout in the shower with a toothbrush.”

           “And organizing the linen closet,” Matt added.

           “Washing all the sheets and blankets…”

           “… alphabetizing the DVD rack…”

           “…unpacking…”

           “… and then repacking…”

           “… the storage tubs in Matt’s garage…”

           I waved my hands to silence them. “Cleaning? That’s why you think…”

           Matt raised a brow. “C’mon, Y/N. There’s only one time that you ever clean as obsessively as you have been this week. We’ve seen you do it four times.”

           “So…” Nick prompted, drawing out the word.

           Sighing, I nodded. “Yes. I’m pregnant.”

           Nick sat up and moved to kneel in the floor in front of me. I looked back and forth between them, worrying as always that they would be upset. But I shouldn’t, just as I never had to. They were looking at me with matching, hopeful smiles and an excited light in their eyes. Nick’s baby blues were already glistening with tears.

           “Wait,” I said, taking their hands and drawing in a deep breath. “I need to ask you both something. And I want you to be honest with me.”

           The excitement shifted to worry. Matt turned to look at me head on. Nick scooted closer, settling one hand on my knee. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. I could see the terror settling in.

           “Is it okay… if this is the last one?”

           As one, they deflated, both of them slumping over against me. Matt cradled my head in his palm and pressed a hard kiss to my temple. Nick let his forehead rest against my knees.

           “Sweet baby Jesus,” Matt murmured against my hair, gasping for breath. “Don’t scare us like that.”

           Nick took both my hands in his and pulled them to his mouth, whispering against my fingers. I couldn’t make out the words, but the pain in them broke my heart. “Nick…”

           He looked up, squeezing my fingers in his. “You’ve given us more than we have a right to ask for, Sunshine. Four beautiful kids. Houses turned into homes. Support in everything we’ve done for the last twelve years.” He took a breath, sighed. “You’re the one who has to carry the baby. You’re the one who has to go through labor. You’re the one who is put at risk. If you don’t want any more, then we’re done.”

           The brothers looked at each other for a moment, communicating in that way they had. “We’ll do this like we’ve done everything else, together,” Matt said confidently. “Although, I never thought I’d be getting a vasectomy with my brother. But you’re worth it, Y/N.”

           I snorted, laughing despite the heady relief I felt. Nick grinned and moved back to sit beside me. As one, they leaned in and pressed kisses against my cheeks, laughing along with me.

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