UndertakerAShinigami

warnings: -language and slight sexual themes her/she pronouns used for reader when you see '--' it means times has passed in some sense _____ The roaring blaze of the crowd no longer pumped you up. It was the same old thing, concert after concert, and you were getting tired. You were no longer that seductive nineteen year old that had Daiki Aomine wrapped around your finger. Now you were just the girl that he went to when another fan or celebrity didn't want to climb into his bed, he'd slink into yours for meaningless sex. Four years full of fame for Aomine later, you were the stereotypical groupie. You didn't have to buy tickets to the ro

warnings: -language and slight sexual themes her/she pronouns used for reader when you see '--' it means times has passed in some sense _____ The roaring blaze of the crowd no longer pumped you up. It was the same old thing, concert after concert, and you were getting tired. You were no longer that seductive nineteen year old that had Daiki Aomine wrapped around your finger. Now you were just the girl that he went to when another fan or celebrity didn't want to climb into his bed, he'd slink into yours for meaningless sex. Four years full of fame for Aomine later, you were the stereotypical groupie. You didn't have to buy tickets to the ro

 A/N:  (This takes place a couple years later. Your son is older, and you have your career choice. BTW, I had to choose a name for the son because it made is easier for me) The morning was always busy. You had to take a shower, brush your teeth, wake up your son, and make breakfast. Then you would drop him off at school and head straight to work. "Daichi.... Wake up you have school." You had a motherly soft voice. A little boy with dark blue hair stretched his arms out. He groaned in despair from hearing 'school.' Daichi was a spitting image of aomine. He had the same skin tone, dark blue eyes and hair, and same smile. Ironically, he wa

"He has... blue hair..?" Your expression was one of shock as the nurse took away the sobbing baby to clean him. You had to be seeing things, right? There's no possible way that that's not Akashi's son! He was the only one who had ever done it with you, so there's no way... When the nurse handed you the baby swaddled in blue blankets, you were assured that this was indeed not Akashi's kin. The heartbroken look on his face when he saw the small strands of blue hair was enough to make you tear up. You hadn't meant for this to happen. This was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life... You looked down at the small child, wonderi