tanaka !!
One of my fave boys! He’s so cute!!
Author: jadehqknb
I’m not supernatural…
So apparently back to back AU months was too tall an order for my muse and my stamina.
A little update: I’ve been dealing with acute back pain for most of my life. This past couple weeks have been rough in that I’ve had pain coming and going which zaps my energy. That and work has been very busy as well.
Also, as previously mentioned, my muse took a hike.
All that to say, I’m officially stepping down from my AU for October. I deeply apologize to all of you who have patiently waited for your ask to be answered but I’m just not willing to put out subpar work. I choose quality over swiftness.
That’s not to say I won’t finish up all the asks for supernatural and the remaining bad boy ones, but I now have no idea when they will be posted.
I have newer ideas crawling their way up out of my brain and when I have the muse and energy to write them, I’m granting myself the freedom to do so.
I hope this isn’t too disappointing for you all, I know how frustrating it can be when a plan changes but I hope you’ll all be flexible and still enjoy the content I put out when I am able.
Some of my friends on here already know, but I’m also going on vacation starting Saturday so I’m hoping both to rest from the expectations I put on myself and to be refreshed and inspired to get back to writing.
Additionally, I have a document where I have saved all the asks in my box so I will be clearing it. I don’t know why but having it clear I feel will release some of the chains on my imagination. I truly love what you all have sent in but having them sit there for a long time adds to my stagnation. It’s a weird thing but it’s how I feel.
I will tag those who were not on anon whenever I post your request unless you asked to remain anon.
Thanks for all your continued support and encouragement, especially those who I consider my friends in this online world.
I look forward to writing again after what I hope will be a short break. I have a couple fun ideas for Christmas (my fave holiday) that I’m excited about as well!
As always, the ask box is open for chatter and I’m available by DM as well.
-Admin Jade
Posted late-ish last night, just want everyone to know what’s going on.
Heyy!! Can I request a headcanon for Daichi, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukki, tender salami, and Ushiwaka with a S/o who’s deadly scared of thunder storms? (I love your blog btw!!))
So, I think originally I was going to drop Ushijima from this request, but I decided to answer this as a single block headcanon for each one – much like I did with the kids/no kids headcanons – and in that case I’ll so all the characters requested.
I know I’m not very consistent with that rule and I’m really sorry. I’ve been thinking about changing it to a six character max for awhile now. Let me know what you think. My main fear is starting a snowball effect that’ll lead to me getting more and more and then I have like 10 characters per request. Uh???
But enjoy, Love!
Sawamura Daichi: He’s a good caretaker in situations like this. I think Daichi would just ooze that calming vibe with everything he does. So when he goes to wrap them in a blanket and turns the TV on with the surround sound going to their favorite movie so that it drowns out the sound, it just calms them. And he always makes sure to pull the curtains closed so that there’s no visual to the noises that soon start to become obscure. And he’ll just hold them until they drift off to sleep.
Kuroo Tetsurou: Ya know, I feel like Kuroo is the kind of guy that actually goes out in a giant blanket to watch thunderstorms as they’re going on and records all the good ones. So when they give the most blatant no EVER when he suggests it as it’s starting he’s really put off. But then once the pieces fall together, he’s completely the comforting boyfriend they need. He distracts them all night long with games and movies until the storm passes and things calm down.
Bokuto Koutarou: He’s totally sensed their unease all day and it’s totally bothering him. Like, maybe they know the storms coming and Bokuto hadn’t checked the weather at all so when the first crack of lightning strikes, he’s instantly reaching to put his arm around them and pull them to his chest. His actions are immediate. Pulling every single blanket and pillow out that they own, he builds them a large fort and they spend the rest of the night throwing popcorn at each other and watching movies from their laptop.
Tsukishima Kei: He’s a prepared boyfriend. He’s already got a space set up where they’ll lay out on their bed with a pair of headphones for each of them and a light show set up with those cheesy globe lights. They spend most of the night lying there with their head against his shoulder and their fingers interlocked. And they probably stay like that long after the storm passes just completely lost into the little space that they created for themselves.
Tendou Satori: Best boyfriend Satori would hide them away in a movie theater. They’d be that couple that hops from theater to theater with the refillable box of popcorn. The ones that sit in the very back corner and giggle at inappropriate times because they’re whispering about something that’s not even related to the movie. The ones that don’t even watch the movie. And then, they’d be the ones that fall asleep in those big chairs with their head against his shoulder and his arms wrapped around them. They stay there until the storm passes – or until they kicked out. Whichever is first, I guess?
Ushijima Wakatoshi: Ushiwaka keeps up on all the weather forecasts. So when he sees that a thunder storm is coming, he’s ready for their reaction. Which, I feel like his night comforting them is just filled with a lot of cuddles and documentaries as well as fuzzy blankets and hot chocolate. He gets them whatever they ask for until they’re okay enough to sit down and relax in order to wait it out. He’s got his head leaning against theirs and probably every thirty minutes or so, he shifts to press kisses to their temple! Just supportive and loving boyfriend Ushijima!
Precious!!!
Oikawa – king by Lauren Aquilina
Oikawa left the gymnasium holding his head high, and
he kept it like that all the way home. Not a single tear fell from his eyes. He
refused to drop his chin in front of the people he knew looked up to him. He
listened to their coach. He praised everyone, and flattered their skills.“You all might feel disappointed, but what you did in the court was impressive.
You need to…” Oikawa heard he coach saying as his attention swayed in and out.
“The name of Aoba Josai…”He looked to his side noticing the dried streams of
tears on the faces of his teammates, on the faces of the people who trusted
him, and his words. He had promised they would win. They would beat Karasuno
once more, and then they would take Shiratorizawa’s glory out of their hands.Instead, it was Karasuno the one who beat
Shiratorizawa on their first try. Oikawa had been able to see how much Karasuno
had struggle throughout the whole match. He had pushed Iwaizumi claiming that
the winning ceremony would make him sick. What was truly happening underneath
him was a complete different matter.He closed the door of his room behind him watching the
dimness it offered. He had faced that darkness before. He was familiarized with
it more than he liked to admit. His shoulders grew heavier, and even the air
was denser. Just because he was used to staring into the void didn’t mean it
hurt any less. He rested hi back on the door and his head finally fell down. He
slowly slid down letting the weight of his loss to settle in.His hands went to his head, to his hair, and his
fingers started to scrap his skull and he grinded his teeth in a failed attempt
to keep his emotions in control. Inevitably, faint whimpers escaped his mouth
as thin lines of water framed his face. Their loss against Karasuno was like an
earthquake destroying the foundations of his will. The ground beneath him shook
so violently he didn’t have where to stand anymore.You’re
alone, you’re on your own, so what?
Have you gone blind?
Have you forgotten what you have and what is
yours?He hard worked hard. He had trained. He had spent
years trying to beat what he thought was his last obstacles just for Karasuno
to come out of nowhere and stole what he had been fighting for. All for
nothing. Because whatever he did would never be enough, wouldn’t it? There
would always be someone to remind him his efforts were nothing but useless
reminders of the talent he lacked. When he looked back he only saw failure. He
grasped victory, but never reach it. He was stuck in an infinite ‘almost’.Almost there. Almost a winner.
Almost, but not quiet.
He could hear his phone ringing but he ignored it. He
didn’t want to hear about the world. At the moment, even his soul felt
powerless and unable to answer any type of inquiring. There was not a bit of
him that felt like trying.He got out of his clothes still hearing his phone
tirelessly ringing. He took it and turned it off before getting under his
quilt. His eyes were sore and his body begged for rest.——
She stared at the empty seat in front of her. Two days
straight and he was still missing. Her heart clenched in her chest. She knew
there was no coincidence for Oikawa to be absent right after he lost. Her
cellphone marked the thousands of calls she had made. All of them had gone into
voicemail. She had never imagined she would grow enervated of his cheery voice,
but his voice telling her to leave him a message had become a nightmare.She knew she wasn’t supposed to be calling him. If any
of her friends found out, they would sure be giving her a lecture about
self-respect and self-love. She always saw in Oikawa much more than the others
did. She had peeked into his heart once and she had never forgotten what she
had found. So it was near to impossible for her to leave him be, to simply
ignore the hunch throbbing, indicating nothing was as it was supposed to be.Glass
half empty, glass half full
Well, either way you won’t be going thirsty
Count your blessings not your flawsHe looked at his reflection on the bathroom mirror. He had big dark
circles around his eyes, and even when he had fair skin, he was abnormally
pale. In the last forty-eight hours his life had been a mixed of drifting in
and out of his sleep and hollowly staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. The
food her mother brought him ended up flushed down the toilet.He had to get up. He was aware that he needed to move on. Yet somehow,
his mind didn’t act according to that knowledge. Would it matter? He could back
to the gymnasium, back to court. For what?He would stand behind the line waiting for his turn to practice. He
would jump, he would strike the ball and hear it smash against the floor feeling
unsatisfied because no skills had ever been sufficient to drive him to victory.
So why would he make any new efforts, if the ending result would always be the
same? He didn’t want to see the dejected countenances of his teammates
again.There would always be an Ushijima, or a Kageyama. Someone whose natural
talent was so extraordinary, hard work would never outdo it.Usually, his train of thought was the complete opposite. There used to
be no force on earth that could discourage him. With so much evidence along the
years there was no other conclusion he could reach. He couldn’t close his eyes
to the facts anymore. To keep pushing countercurrent will only wreck him
further.He felt a jolt of desperation crossing his body caused by a crescent
frustration. To see himself so defeated made him feel pathetic and piteous. The
person who was in front of the mirror wasn’t supposed to be him. He swanked his
pride, his abilities, proud of who he was. He had sacrificed more than his time
to be who he was, to then just be reduced to that sad reflection.He turned the shower on, and got in even when the water wasn’t warm. His
teeth clattered and his breath was heavy trying to resist the freezing
sensation. Once the water felt hotter against his skin, he finished taking a
bath. He dressed in sports clothing and went out of his house.
You
don’t get what all this is about
You’re too wrapped up in your self doubt
You’ve got that young blood, set it free
Oikawa started trotting with a constant rhythm as if he was training. He
wanted to scare the demon that was suddenly living on his back, but it had its
claws deep down his flesh and in a matter of minutes the trotting turned into a
maniac running. Even though his feet seemed to be made of stone, he kept
running. He wished he could outrun his misery, avoid the thoughts that did
nothing but infuriate him.He wasn’t aware at all of how much time, or how far he had run. He
simply couldn’t take it anymore. He found himself alone in a public park, and
took his chance to hit the trunk of a tree repeatedly as he cursed under his
breath. He was jaded. He was furious with himself, with life, with destiny,
with whatever force was responsible. He stopped hitting the tree once he
noticed the stinging pain on his hand. He also notice thin tears had fallen
from his eyes at some point. He turned around resting his back on the trunk.“Tooru,” he heard someone calling him. His eyes flew wide open at the
sound of the feminine voice. _______ was there looking at him with the most
concerned eyes he had ever seen on her. His mouth was ajar but no sound came
out of it. His state was deplorable and he didn’t how long she had been her.
For the look of her face, he guessed that she had seen enough.She walked to him with hurried step and inadvertently held him tight
against her. “It’s okay,” she whispered to his ear. He stood dumbfounded for a
second.His body started having small spasms as a soft wail came out of his
mouth. His arms wrapped her in return, and he hid his face on the crook of her
neck. She started stroking his wet hair as he let himself fully cry.“It’s okay,” she whispered again. Her own heart was breaking as well.
Oikawa had always stood so tall, so powerful. It was disheartening to catch him
in such a vulnerable state. “You did well, Tooru, so so well.”“I didn’t,” he said in a thin thread that sounded nothing like his usual
voice. “I was never enough” he stopped mid sentence. His voice got lost in
another painful sob. “I’m just another good for nothing.”“You’re extraordinary. Do you even know how many people look up to you?”
she broke the embrace and softly took his face so she could see him straight in
the eyes. “You’re an example to not only your own team but to so many others.”
She took a deep breath maintaining her own emotions at bay. Oikawa was fully
crying now, endless streams slid down. “Who cares if at the end you lost.
You’ve had three amazing years at Seijoh. Don’t you care about your team?” she
stopped for a second as he nodded. “That’s what truly matters. They admire you. I admire you. Get over Ushijima for
your own sake. You have achieved so much on your own… Be proud of your team, of
who you are, of what you had built.”
_____ gently wiped away his tears before taking his face again pulling it down.
She kissed his forehead and finally let go of him. “There’s more in this life
than a high school tournament. What you have given to the rest of the team is
far more than important than a trophy. Try to think about that.”She smiled sweetly, and continued her way. Oikawa didn’t turn to watch
her leave. Instead, he walked back home with his head full of her words.There’s
method in my madness
There’s no logic in your sadness
You don’t gain a single thing from misery
Take it from me
In another time, she would have stayed with him. If the circumstances
around them had been others, she would have surely stayed. She felt tempted,
but it wasn’t the right time.The weekend went on without hearing about him again, but when Monday
arrived and she found him on class again, she felt glad. Despite the history
they shared, she wished him well. She had seen him on lunchtime laughing and
smiling with his in-crowd, and then she was beyond glad. It was nice to see him
being his usual self.She didn’t expect him to come to her again, so it was a genuine
surprised when he approached her at the end of the day. He looked as charming
as ever. The person she had seen on the Friday evening was gone.“Hey, ______, thank you for… for the other day.”
“Don’t worry. It was a coincidence to find you there. I only did what
every descent human being would have done.”“Yeah, I don’t believe that much in coincidence,” he admitted. He rested
his eyes on her taking in that small peaceful moment. They hadn’t share one in
months. “What you said resonated a lot. It was a wake up call for me, so thank
you. I needed it.”She shook her head. “Again, it’s nothing. I’m happy to know you’re
feeling better.”“Can we meet this weekend?” Oikawa asked leaving her speechless. “I want
to talk to you about Friday… and the aftermath of that.”“Okay. That sounds nice.”
“Deal.” He smiled at her and then patted her head. “See you around.”
You’ve got
it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There’s so much more
What had happened on that Friday evening had been a change of course for
him. He hadn’t lied to her when he admitted her words had been an enormous
help.He had returned home looking for the videos of any previous match. That
time around he didn’t stare at him or at the opposite teams. He stared at his
teammates. There was truth on what ______ had said to him. They didn’t have the
trophy, but the team he saw was a winner one. The chemistry between each of
them, the agility they had was impressive. They were a team that knew how to
work things out. At the end, he had led a team full of proud warriors.His chest had filled with proudness, with that same pride he always
talked about. Maybe they weren’t the winning team, but they were a team anyone
would remember.At the end of it all, everyone will always remember Oikawa Tooru as the
captain and main setter of Seijoh.And that was amazing enough.
You can
reclaim your crown
You’re in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be king——
Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it!
Sooooo good!!!!
I’m not supernatural…
So apparently back to back AU months was too tall an order for my muse and my stamina.
A little update: I’ve been dealing with acute back pain for most of my life. This past couple weeks have been rough in that I’ve had pain coming and going which zaps my energy. That and work has been very busy as well.
Also, as previously mentioned, my muse took a hike.
All that to say, I’m officially stepping down from my AU for October. I deeply apologize to all of you who have patiently waited for your ask to be answered but I’m just not willing to put out subpar work. I choose quality over swiftness.
That’s not to say I won’t finish up all the asks for supernatural and the remaining bad boy ones, but I now have no idea when they will be posted.
I have newer ideas crawling their way up out of my brain and when I have the muse and energy to write them, I’m granting myself the freedom to do so.
I hope this isn’t too disappointing for you all, I know how frustrating it can be when a plan changes but I hope you’ll all be flexible and still enjoy the content I put out when I am able.
Some of my friends on here already know, but I’m also going on vacation starting Saturday so I’m hoping both to rest from the expectations I put on myself and to be refreshed and inspired to get back to writing.
Additionally, I have a document where I have saved all the asks in my box so I will be clearing it. I don’t know why but having it clear I feel will release some of the chains on my imagination. I truly love what you all have sent in but having them sit there for a long time adds to my stagnation. It’s a weird thing but it’s how I feel.
I will tag those who were not on anon whenever I post your request unless you asked to remain anon.
Thanks for all your continued support and encouragement, especially those who I consider my friends in this online world.
I look forward to writing again after what I hope will be a short break. I have a couple fun ideas for Christmas (my fave holiday) that I’m excited about as well!
As always, the ask box is open for chatter and I’m available by DM as well.
-Admin Jade
Thank you everyone so far but I still need your help.
As of today, I’m now -$500. Even with the money I’ve been given, it’s been used towards not only getting it down, but buying groceries in my house so I can live. My sister and her bf can’t work, and it’s all up to me to bring the money in the home.
Not only that, but I have a $300 phone bill because I had to get a new phone. (My old one crapped out, and I need a phone since we don’t have a landline.) I told them I’d be able to pay $150 next friday, but that still doesn’t help my current situation. I’m still in the deficit, and it’s to the point I don’t know what to do..
My cheque will only cover it for the day before i need to use it again to pay my rent and bills. I’m applying for a second job with no luck.. My boss keeps giving me shit hours.. I’m all out of options at this point..
If you’re wondering, No, I can’t ask my parents because their circumstances are similar to mine.. (actually worse health wise.)
My birthday is in 11 days, and I can’t even do anything because I’m so broke. Plus I’ll probably have to work, so that doesn’t help. I basically feel like a failure as it is because I should’ve been smarter about it. But my anxiety got the better of me. That’s why I’m asking for this help.
I’m not sure what else to do at this point. So I’ll end this message with this;
Commissions available here.
Ko-fi account here.
paypal: tiana.ungerer@robertsoncollege.net
I get paid tomorrow and it won’t be enough to cover my overdraft. I need at least $100 to get out of it.
Please spread the word?
Aomine works as a soldier for Japan’s National Guard and their biggest challenge so far is the crime organization that’s working with aliens that invaded the planet. Aomine’s s/o was a genius scientist who was abducted by the organization and Aomine hasn’t seen her since. Years later he found out the org has been utilizing her extensive knowledge to help in the evolution of aliens and humans alike so he has no choice but to stop her. He also found out that the s/o is actually a clone. (1)
The real s/o was killed, but the clone was injected with her memories so she knows Aomine. Angst, and you get to decide the ending. Sorry this is more sci-fi than supernatural but I still hope it’s acceptable. Thanks and good luck with your AU event! ^^ (2)
So anon, I really like this idea but my brain took me in a different direction so while the essence of your request is here, I changed up a few things. Also, warning for violence and death. I don’t want to say who or how because it will spoil it more than it already has so if the idea makes you squeamish, skip this one.
As the dust settles, Aomine blinks. That was one hell of an explosion. Turning, he smirks at Kagami. “You really know your shit when it comes to being explosive.”
“Was that your bad attempt at a pun? You’ve been hanging around Izuki too much,” grumbles Hyuuga, shifting the weight of his semi-automatic.
“Hey, I resemble that remark!”
“Will you all shut up! We need to focus!” snaps Riko. The words are barely out of her mouth before gun fire erupts. Struck in the shoulder, she hisses in pain but she fights through it loosing off her own shots towards the advancing enemy.
“We need to get to the central core,” shouts Aomine over the fray, “Tetsu, come on, let’s go!” The ace shooter and shadow bob and weave around the debris, rushing through corridor after corridor as their squad covers them.
“This way!” Kuroko indicates, ducking around a corner only to come face to face with one of the aliens. He skirts back, unable to raise his weapon in time but a splash of blue and not red signals his partner has saved his ass.
“I swear, Tetsu, I don’t know how you’ve survived the war this long, you’re a terrible shot even when you do manage to get your finger on the trigger.”
“Thanks, Aomine-kun,” Kuroko breathes, heart still racing at just how close he came to death.
The two blue haired males continue on their way, the sound of gun fire echoing behind them. They can only hope all will make it out of this alive. Finally, they spot the door they’ve been searching for and rush through it before Kuroko grabs his barricader and slides it into the handles. “It won’t give us a lot of time, but enough to get this done,” he comments. When Aomine doesn’t respond, he turns, eyes widening. In front of them, stand hundreds and hundreds of pods, all filled with bodies.
“Wha…what the hell is this?” Aomine chokes out.
As they get closer, both notice the figures are grotesque, some with extra limbs, some missing limbs. Some have two or three heads while others have none. But the most terrifying realization is that the pulsing resonance in the room are heart monitors. All of these…things…are alive.
“Dai-kun?”
A feminine voice startles both males and they raise their guns towards the sound. Normally a shoot first and ask questions later kind of guy, Aomine hesitates at hearing his first name. No, not just his first name, a name he hasn’t heard in years. There’s only two people in the entire world who call him that, or rather called him that since he knew them both to be dead. As his eyes fall on the woman moving towards him, he frowns; he doesn’t know her at all so how does she know him?
“I can’t believe it’s really you,” she whispers, heedless of the heavy hardware trained on her.
“Who the fuck are you?” Aomine can’t help asking. “And stay right where you are!”
Blinking away tears, she keeps moving, propelled towards the one person in the whole world she never thought she’d see again. “It’s me, Dai-kun, it’s ________.”
Aomine narrows his eyes, trigger finger twitching. “Don’t you dare say her name, you bitch!”
She flinches, then smiles warmly. “Of course, I forgot, I’m….I look different now,” she comments, “but it’s really me. I know! I’ll prove it! Ask me something you know only _______ would know.”
Aomine can feel himself trembling. How long has it been since he heard her name? If he had his way, no one would think it let alone speak it aloud to him and here’s this bitch, their enemy, casually claiming to be the one person in the entire world he loved more than anything else; more than himself, more than basketball when he played it once upon a time.
Why hasn’t he shot her yet?
Kuroko opens his mouth to protest but Aomine is already speaking. “Where did we meet?”
“You were on the roof top at school. I’d just finished practice with the dance team and went to get some fresh air and found you. We talked and you asked for my number but I wouldn’t give it to you that easily.”
“What did I leave in your locker?”
She smiles, but it’s not _______’s smile, it’s the smile of a stranger. “A basketball with your number on it.”
Aomine wants to believe no matter how impossible it is, that this is true. That somehow, _______, the love of his life is within this unfamiliar shell. But these questions are too easy. He’d been warned, been threatened by the mafia who ran with these bastards that they’d get him. They knew he was a threat, that as an ace shooter on the Vorpal squad he’d be a menace to them and he has been. So it’s no wonder they’ve sent someone to-
“Aomine-kun.” Kuroko’s voice startles the taller male; he’d completely forgotten he was here. “We need to hurry.”
“Go on then, I’ll be right there,” Aomine replies.
“But-“
“Just go, Tetsu!” he snaps.
“Be careful, remember, they’re tricky.” Kuroko moves past the woman, her heedless of where he’s going and why. She knows she should care and a part of her is positively screaming to act, to kill them, to protect what she’s worked so hard to create but she can’t. Not now that he’s here.
“I never thought I’d see you again,” she murmurs but at the look in his eyes she pauses again. “I can see you’re still not convinced, ok then, ask me something really, really personal. Something you know for sure no one else in the whole world would know except for _________.” It feels weird speaking about herself in the third person but if it’s what Dai-kun needs to move forward, to understand, to believe that’s it’s really her even if it’s a different body, then she’ll do it.
Aomine takes in a deep breath, his mind racing trying to think of something while at the same time berating him for even playing this game. No doubt this is a delay tactic, a way to make sure he doesn’t complete his mission but he’s missed her so much and he’s heard about this. Heard about people running into strangers who claimed to know them, claimed to be someone they weren’t, but it always ended up the same way; with someone or something dead.
Swallowing, Aomine looks her in the eye. “What did I say to you after the first time we had sex?”
She sniggers, the sound foreign in his ears. “Oh Dai-kun, of course your mind would go there,” she chides. Settling herself, she returns the intensity of his stare. “You told me that I beat you and it was the closest thing to a confession of love I’d ever get.”
Pain slams through Aomine’s chest at the remembrance, at the feel of her beneath him that first time, of her scent surrounding him, her lips on his, his hands on her. He’d forgotten, forgotten all of that until now, the memories too painful to allow to the surface so he pushed and pushed and pushed until he tread upon them, until they no longer haunted his dreams. How could this…. thing know so much about him and his ________?
“How?” One word filled with so much.
“I…when I was taken, they tried to make me work for them. Torture, you don’t know the meaning of the word but I wouldn’t give in. They broke my body trying to weaken my mind but I wouldn’t give up. I…I wouldn’t betray my own kind.” Her voice quivers and he has to stop himself from drawing her in. He can’t, this can’t be real!
“So,” she goes on, tears spilling on the ground, “eventually they decided if I wouldn’t comply in my own body, they’d put my mind somewhere more controllable.” Aomine’s gut clenches, whatever food he’d managed to shove in his mouth today wanting to erupt back out of it. “They removed my brain and fused it with one of their kind. That was three years ago and I’ve…well, you can see.” When her arm extends behind her, Aomine clenches his fist.
“You made those?! Why, what purpose could they possibly serve?” he roars. “My _______, would never….could never do that!”
His weapon clatters to the ground, hands fastening around her throat. Wide terrified eyes stare into his. “I don’t know what the fuck you did to her to get the information you did or the purpose of doing it, but one thing I do know is you are going to die. If she’s still alive, I’ll find her, but I doubt that.”
She chokes out, “Dai-kun….I….I’m right here. Stop…please…”
“No more lies!” he bellows, squeezing harder, feeling her pulse thunder against his fingers. A garbled noise of pain leaves her lips which are rapidly turning blue, her nails scratching and clawing at his skin but he’s relentless, eyes full of rage and hate and death. Because he’s fully dead inside now. He’d always hoped maybe he’d find her one day but that hope is gone. He knows she’s dead.
Just like the woman who’s now on her knees, eyes rolled in the back of her head. When he releases, her body crumples to the ground in a heap.
“Aomine-kun, we-“ Kuroko stops short, eyes wide at the sight of his ace standing over the very dead body of the woman he’d seen before.
When Aomine lifts his head, Kuroko almost shrinks back. There’s no more light, no more life, just empty vacant pools. “Let’s go, Tetsu,” he says lowly, stepping into the corridor and shutting the door. They begin running again, Kuroko pressing a button on a remote once they’re clear and another explosion rocks the foundations of the compound.
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Aomine works as a soldier for Japan’s National Guard and their biggest challenge so far is the crime organization that’s working with aliens that invaded the planet. Aomine’s s/o was a genius scientist who was abducted by the organization and Aomine hasn’t seen her since. Years later he found out the org has been utilizing her extensive knowledge to help in the evolution of aliens and humans alike so he has no choice but to stop her. He also found out that the s/o is actually a clone. (1)
The real s/o was killed, but the clone was injected with her memories so she knows Aomine. Angst, and you get to decide the ending. Sorry this is more sci-fi than supernatural but I still hope it’s acceptable. Thanks and good luck with your AU event! ^^ (2)
So anon, I really like this idea but my brain took me in a different direction so while the essence of your request is here, I changed up a few things. Also, warning for violence and death. I don’t want to say who or how because it will spoil it more than it already has so if the idea makes you squeamish, skip this one.
As the dust settles, Aomine blinks. That was one hell of an explosion. Turning, he smirks at Kagami. “You really know your shit when it comes to being explosive.”
“Was that your bad attempt at a pun? You’ve been hanging around Izuki too much,” grumbles Hyuuga, shifting the weight of his semi-automatic.
“Hey, I resemble that remark!”
“Will you all shut up! We need to focus!” snaps Riko. The words are barely out of her mouth before gun fire erupts. Struck in the shoulder, she hisses in pain but she fights through it loosing off her own shots towards the advancing enemy.
“We need to get to the central core,” shouts Aomine over the fray, “Tetsu, come on, let’s go!” The ace shooter and shadow bob and weave around the debris, rushing through corridor after corridor as their squad covers them.
“This way!” Kuroko indicates, ducking around a corner only to come face to face with one of the aliens. He skirts back, unable to raise his weapon in time but a splash of blue and not red signals his partner has saved his ass.
“I swear, Tetsu, I don’t know how you’ve survived the war this long, you’re a terrible shot even when you do manage to get your finger on the trigger.”
“Thanks, Aomine-kun,” Kuroko breathes, heart still racing at just how close he came to death.
The two blue haired males continue on their way, the sound of gun fire echoing behind them. They can only hope all will make it out of this alive. Finally, they spot the door they’ve been searching for and rush through it before Kuroko grabs his barricader and slides it into the handles. “It won’t give us a lot of time, but enough to get this done,” he comments. When Aomine doesn’t respond, he turns, eyes widening. In front of them, stand hundreds and hundreds of pods, all filled with bodies.
“Wha…what the hell is this?” Aomine chokes out.
As they get closer, both notice the figures are grotesque, some with extra limbs, some missing limbs. Some have two or three heads while others have none. But the most terrifying realization is that the pulsing resonance in the room are heart monitors. All of these…things…are alive.
“Dai-kun?”
A feminine voice startles both males and they raise their guns towards the sound. Normally a shoot first and ask questions later kind of guy, Aomine hesitates at hearing his first name. No, not just his first name, a name he hasn’t heard in years. There’s only two people in the entire world who call him that, or rather called him that since he knew them both to be dead. As his eyes fall on the woman moving towards him, he frowns; he doesn’t know her at all so how does she know him?
“I can’t believe it’s really you,” she whispers, heedless of the heavy hardware trained on her.
“Who the fuck are you?” Aomine can’t help asking. “And stay right where you are!”
Blinking away tears, she keeps moving, propelled towards the one person in the whole world she never thought she’d see again. “It’s me, Dai-kun, it’s ________.”
Aomine narrows his eyes, trigger finger twitching. “Don’t you dare say her name, you bitch!”
She flinches, then smiles warmly. “Of course, I forgot, I’m….I look different now,” she comments, “but it’s really me. I know! I’ll prove it! Ask me something you know only _______ would know.”
Aomine can feel himself trembling. How long has it been since he heard her name? If he had his way, no one would think it let alone speak it aloud to him and here’s this bitch, their enemy, casually claiming to be the one person in the entire world he loved more than anything else; more than himself, more than basketball when he played it once upon a time.
Why hasn’t he shot her yet?
Kuroko opens his mouth to protest but Aomine is already speaking. “Where did we meet?”
“You were on the roof top at school. I’d just finished practice with the dance team and went to get some fresh air and found you. We talked and you asked for my number but I wouldn’t give it to you that easily.”
“What did I leave in your locker?”
She smiles, but it’s not _______’s smile, it’s the smile of a stranger. “A basketball with your number on it.”
Aomine wants to believe no matter how impossible it is, that this is true. That somehow, _______, the love of his life is within this unfamiliar shell. But these questions are too easy. He’d been warned, been threatened by the mafia who ran with these bastards that they’d get him. They knew he was a threat, that as an ace shooter on the Vorpal squad he’d be a menace to them and he has been. So it’s no wonder they’ve sent someone to-
“Aomine-kun.” Kuroko’s voice startles the taller male; he’d completely forgotten he was here. “We need to hurry.”
“Go on then, I’ll be right there,” Aomine replies.
“But-“
“Just go, Tetsu!” he snaps.
“Be careful, remember, they’re tricky.” Kuroko moves past the woman, her heedless of where he’s going and why. She knows she should care and a part of her is positively screaming to act, to kill them, to protect what she’s worked so hard to create but she can’t. Not now that he’s here.
“I never thought I’d see you again,” she murmurs but at the look in his eyes she pauses again. “I can see you’re still not convinced, ok then, ask me something really, really personal. Something you know for sure no one else in the whole world would know except for _________.” It feels weird speaking about herself in the third person but if it’s what Dai-kun needs to move forward, to understand, to believe that’s it’s really her even if it’s a different body, then she’ll do it.
Aomine takes in a deep breath, his mind racing trying to think of something while at the same time berating him for even playing this game. No doubt this is a delay tactic, a way to make sure he doesn’t complete his mission but he’s missed her so much and he’s heard about this. Heard about people running into strangers who claimed to know them, claimed to be someone they weren’t, but it always ended up the same way; with someone or something dead.
Swallowing, Aomine looks her in the eye. “What did I say to you after the first time we had sex?”
She sniggers, the sound foreign in his ears. “Oh Dai-kun, of course your mind would go there,” she chides. Settling herself, she returns the intensity of his stare. “You told me that I beat you and it was the closest thing to a confession of love I’d ever get.”
Pain slams through Aomine’s chest at the remembrance, at the feel of her beneath him that first time, of her scent surrounding him, her lips on his, his hands on her. He’d forgotten, forgotten all of that until now, the memories too painful to allow to the surface so he pushed and pushed and pushed until he tread upon them, until they no longer haunted his dreams. How could this…. thing know so much about him and his ________?
“How?” One word filled with so much.
“I…when I was taken, they tried to make me work for them. Torture, you don’t know the meaning of the word but I wouldn’t give in. They broke my body trying to weaken my mind but I wouldn’t give up. I…I wouldn’t betray my own kind.” Her voice quivers and he has to stop himself from drawing her in. He can’t, this can’t be real!
“So,” she goes on, tears spilling on the ground, “eventually they decided if I wouldn’t comply in my own body, they’d put my mind somewhere more controllable.” Aomine’s gut clenches, whatever food he’d managed to shove in his mouth today wanting to erupt back out of it. “They removed my brain and fused it with one of their kind. That was three years ago and I’ve…well, you can see.” When her arm extends behind her, Aomine clenches his fist.
“You made those?! Why, what purpose could they possibly serve?” he roars. “My _______, would never….could never do that!”
His weapon clatters to the ground, hands fastening around her throat. Wide terrified eyes stare into his. “I don’t know what the fuck you did to her to get the information you did or the purpose of doing it, but one thing I do know is you are going to die. If she’s still alive, I’ll find her, but I doubt that.”
She chokes out, “Dai-kun….I….I’m right here. Stop…please…”
“No more lies!” he bellows, squeezing harder, feeling her pulse thunder against his fingers. A garbled noise of pain leaves her lips which are rapidly turning blue, her nails scratching and clawing at his skin but he’s relentless, eyes full of rage and hate and death. Because he’s fully dead inside now. He’d always hoped maybe he’d find her one day but that hope is gone. He knows she’s dead.
Just like the woman who’s now on her knees, eyes rolled in the back of her head. When he releases, her body crumples to the ground in a heap.
“Aomine-kun, we-“ Kuroko stops short, eyes wide at the sight of his ace standing over the very dead body of the woman he’d seen before.
When Aomine lifts his head, Kuroko almost shrinks back. There’s no more light, no more life, just empty vacant pools. “Let’s go, Tetsu,” he says lowly, stepping into the corridor and shutting the door. They begin running again, Kuroko pressing a button on a remote once they’re clear and another explosion rocks the foundations of the compound.
Wizard daichi x female s/o fluff scenario, daichi is known as one of the greatest wizards to ever live & s/o is a normal human who has been with him since they were kids. They have their first child together & they’re having first kid parental issues, like he’s shooting spells out at the wrong time/ place! I hope this was specific enough, if it ends up not being picked as a scenario at the end, would you mind doing head canons afterwards?Please & ty! I love your work! Ty for doing this event!
Looking down at their son, Daichi’s wife frowns deeply. It
isn’t that she minds he has powers. Really, it’s to be expected being the
offspring of one of the most prolific wizards to grace existence save possibly
for Kageyama and that’s only because he’s a genius. No, her husband, has risen
through the hierarchy through hard work and dedication, two qualities she
recognized even when they were children. She supposes that’s why she stuck
around him all these years, defending him when people tried to give him a hard
time for being different, looking up to him when he never used his powers for his
own gain.
Ok, maybe once or twice but he was young once too. But she
can’t allow her own child to get away with this stuff.
“So, what, you think you can just wave a magic wand and
everything will be right?” she asks in a clipped tone making the boy wince. Shooting
a withering glare over her shoulder she snaps, “Daichi, a little help here?”
“To be fair, sweetie, that generally works for me,” he
replies with a grin.
“You’re as straight-laced as they come, honey,” she laughs,
shaking her head before looking back to their child. “Tarou, I know it’s
difficult but you have to control yourself. Using your magic when you’re upset
can only cause more problems.”
“But mom,” the dark-haired boy grumbles, “Higashi-kun kept
making fun of dad! Saying he was all talk and no skill and that the wizard line
is probably just a myth anyway and I just-“
“Turning him into a frog was not the answer! Especially when
you couldn’t turn him back again,” his mother sighs exasperatedly. Granted, the
terrified boy now has a healthy appreciation and respect for her husband since he reversed the spell but the point
still stands.
Daichi steps forward, gathering the mini-me into his arms
and hugging him tightly. “I appreciate you wanting to defend me, little man,
but you don’t have to. At least not until I’m old and can’t remember spells
anymore. Things are always gonna be like this with some humans.” Then he looks
over the boy’s shoulder locking eyes with his wife. “And some,” he goes on, “will
make you believe in a whole different kind of magic.”
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