Kurobasweek – Day 05: Scenery – “Let’s Enjoy The View”

The day after Seirin’s
victory to claim title of Winter Cup Champion, Riko was walking towards the
gym, head filled with new training regiments, dietary plans, and just how she
was going to manage without Kiyoshi being there.

The squealing of over
enthusiastic females coupled with the surprised grunts of male voices caught
her attention. Looking forward, she could see her whole team standing in front
of the gym practically surrounded by an ever-growing crowd of students, mostly
consisting of girls’ voices overlapping one another.

“Kagami-kun, you were so
amazing yesterday!”

“Izuki-san, how did you
steal the ball after they passed you already?”

“Mitobe-san, are you
gonna be the starting center now?”

“Hyuga-san, don’t look
so serious! You should be celebrating!”

Even Kuroko was managing
to garner attention, a bright blush on his cheeks as one girl leaned in a bit
too close.

All the boys weren’t
sure what to do, having never really garnered this level of attention, at least
not at close range, particularly with girls. They looked a bit more comfortable
answering questions from the guys, some apparently interested in joining the
team, though Riko doubted they were aware of just how much work went into it
and were most likely just wanting to hang on the coat tails of their
predecessors’ success!

Rolling up her sleeves,
the coach made to stride forward only to feel a steady, firm hand on her
shoulder stopping her progress. Looking up sharply, she found Teppei there, his
usual soft smile on his face.

“Let them be Riko,” he
said, a low chuckle in his throat. Drawing her closer, he went on, “We’ve
worked hard to reach the mountain top. Let’s
enjoy the view
, eh?”

Riko huffed. “Fine,
baka, but they’re getting extra laps for delaying practice.”

Kiyoshi smiled wider
when the crowd finally took notice of their presence and a few girls rushed
Riko, questions and comment flying quicker than she could blink.

“Aida-san! You’re so
lucky to be surrounded by such handsome men!”

“How do you keep them in
line?”

“Do you need a manager
this year?”

As Riko spluttered her
replies, Kiyoshi slowly retreated backwards, taking in the sight one last time
before he turned to leave. It was a memory he would keep with him while he was
in America.

Grape isn’t always Great (Kuroo x Reader)

serves-up:

“Hiiii, would it be possible to ask a scenario of Kuroo x reader of kissing in the dark? Like his friend/crush stays over because there is a storm and they are watching tv but the power goes off and it goes from there? Thank you :)”

BAD TITLE WARNING LOL

“Grape is gross.”

“You’re gross.”

Today was the first day of summer and you decided to spend it at Tesurou’s house. It’s been storming for a while, so you two haven’t been able to do much outside as planned, so you decided to stay inside and overdose of popsicles. However, he has the weirdest favorite ever, and you were determined to shame him for it. I mean, who in reality REALLY enjoys grape?

“Tetsu, imitation grape flavor is a crime against humanity. I mean, it doesn’t even really taste like grape. It’s GROSS.” You argued.

“Tell that to my tastebuds.” He remarked, flashing you his purple tongue. “This popsicle is delicious, your brain just doesn’t have the power to process all the deliciousness.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, deciding not to argue more on the topic. The commercials for the show you were watching just ended, and you weren’t keen on missing a single second.

“ Geez, it’s really pouring down out there, huh?“

You looked up at Testurou, following his gaze to the nearby window. He wasn’t kidding, it’s practically raining cats and dogs out there.

“Yeah, maybe soon we’ll have to face off against a giant flood all Sharknado style soon. If a giant shark gets me Tetsu, you better sacrifice yourself to save me.”

Tetsurou chuckled at your witty response. “We’ll see about that. I mean, It’s not even scientifically possible for that to happen.” He said, mock arrogantly, throwing his old popsicle stick away and unraveling a new, sadly purple, one.

You were about to explain to him that ‘Duh, it’s just a movie, Tetsu.’ however, before you could finish a sentence, a crash of thunder sounded loud enough to make even the house shudder and lights flicker.

“Fuck. I need to charge my phone.” Tetsurou sat up and set his popsicle down, making a beeline towards the nearest outlet. Just as he was about to plug his phone in, darkness shrouded you two.

“FUCK.”

You laughed at his torment, even though you two were both in the same situation, it was still funny to see him fail.

“Do you have any battery left?” Tetsurou asked, hope sounding in his voice.

“Nope.”

Tetsu groaned, obviously upset at this predicament. “How am I gonna send Koutarou that bomb ass meme now. I mean, He needed to see it immediately. It was really good.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine.” You said, attempting to comfort him. “I’m sure the power will come on soon.”

“You’re right.” Tetsu replied. “Hey, where are you anyway? I can’t really see.”

“Just follow my voice, I’m still here on the couch.”

You heard the careful footsteps of Tetsurou while he made his way toward you, and soon enough he plopped down on the couch beside you.

“Welcome back.” You greeted him. “What should we do now?”

Instead of being answered by some stupid idea, you felt Tetsurou shift a bit, facing more towards you.

“Um, hello? Earth to Tetsu. I’m talking to you.”

He coughed awkwardly, before replying. “Uh, s-sorry. I’m just thinking about something.” You could hear a slight waver in his usually confident tone. It must be something serious. You shifted, facing him now, in order to listen to him more efficiently.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Tetsurou went oddly silent for a bit. “…I can’t really tell you…but I can show you?”

Okay, now you really didn’t understand. Why did he say that like a question, and what did he mean?

“How would you do that? It’s pretty dark in here. I can barely see anything.”

Tetsu chuckled, he still sounded a bit nervous, however. You felt his presence move close to you. “Please,” he started, reaching out and cupping your face in his hands. “D-don’t think I’m weird after this.”

Suddenly, you felt a lukewarm, soft sensation on your lips. Tetsu kissed you apprehensively, his lips trembled slightly as he applied more pressure, hoping you would return the action.

Which you did.

You had to admit, you’ve wanted to kiss him for a while, but you didn’t expect it to be in a situation like this. His lips were a little chapped and tasted like…dare you say it…grape.

You pulled away, too quickly for his liking.

“Tetsu, gross, your lips taste like grape.”

Tetsu laughed softly, the nerves and general awkwardness seemed to fade away from his tone after he knew he wasn’t rejected.

“Well, it would be GRAPE if you’d still kiss me again.

You groaned, his punnage is too much for you.

“Not until you rinse out your mouth.”

This is freaking ADORABLE!! I love the banter and puns, super cute!!

what hurts the most? (your captain is here) – KuroBas Week 2017: Day 3

seijuurouus:

title: what hurts the most? (your captain is here)

pairing: nothing imo, but it can be infered as kise/kasamatsu

ratings/warnings: general audiences

summary:  Winter Cup for Kaijou ends on a bitter note, and as a captain, it’s Kasamatu’s job to look over his team – especially over their ace, Kise, who’s never known a loss like this before.

notes: for Kurobas Week 2017 day 3:  defeat/”it really is frustrating” gentle reminder that this one isn’t betad all. classes started today and i got no sleep aha.

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Just….wow! This is so amazing! I freaking love Kasamatsu and you personified him perfectly!

So fourth day is about victory, rite? I thought myb putting in other victories in their life like their biggest achievement, their first job, their first love, their wedding day and so on and on and when they look at it they start pitying the narrow view of victory they had in their teens

Day 04: Victory – “We’ll Become The Best”

Thank you for the suggestion anon! I loved the
interpretation of this theme and really hope you like what I came up with based
off your idea!


Victory

1:  the overcoming of
an enemy or antagonist

2:  achievement of
mastery or success in a struggle or endeavor against odds or difficulties

 

Kuroko smiles warmly, sincere joy on his face as he stares
down at his new born son; he has his father’s eyes which are wide open and full
of curiosity. Nuzzling his nose, father whispers to son, “I don’t know what I’m
doing but I promise to become the best father I can be for you.”


Kise takes a deep breath working to calm his nerves. He’s
never had stage fright or performance anxiety, always overtly confident in
everything he’s ever done. But as he slips the small velvet box open and shut
one last time he feels his heart racing; this isn’t a game, it isn’t a stage
and there’s no one to copy.

He’s all on his own.

The night goes off perfectly and as he takes a knee before
the woman who’s captured his heart for good he says through tears of his own, “I’ll
never stop working to be the best husband for you, if you’ll have me.”


Midorima has always known the value of hard work. Natural
talent helps but it can only take you so far. That’s why he never stopped
practicing even when everyone else did, why he always to this day makes sure to
have his lucky item so he can say he’s literally done everything he can to
succeed. As he grips his doctorate, a wealth of new ambition surges through his
chest and he knows without doubt that hard work and dedication will lead him to
become the best heart surgeon in the country.


Aomine has trouble remembering joy, that deep seated feeling
of happiness outside of circumstances. It’s been so long since its touched his
life. But now, looking at dozens of hope, fear and excitement filled young
faces, he remembers the elation he felt the first time he touched a basketball.
“Consider yourselves lucky brats,” he announces after roll call, “Cause you’re
gonna be working with the best coach you’ll ever have!”


Akashi understands pressure, more so than most people his
age. He had to grow up quickly and for the most part, alone. He pushed down
feels of inferiority exerting his will to dominate things which for normal
people would be out of their control. But even he couldn’t avoid a fall of ill
fate forever. But now, having regained the part of himself he lost, he
understands that adversity (and failure) is something to be appreciated, because
through them one’s character can grow. So when he found himself wishing he’d
had someone to remind him of that while growing up, it set him on a new path in
life for good.  And as he stands before a
line of boys who’ve suffered the same loss as himself, he takes a deep breath,
internally vowing, “I will be the best
group therapist there is.”


Murasakibara surprises everyone when he leaves Japan after
high school and heads of to France. When asked about his choice in destination,
he replied simply, “It’s where the best pastries are.” Eventually he falls into
culinary school only to drop out and start working at a local pastry shop to
learn from a true master who takes him under his wing. His appearance garners a
wealth of attention which drives the sales through the roof pretty much sealing
his fate as a well-known apprentice. Now completed with his training, he
returns to his home country, and for the first time in his life truly has something
he’s passionate about. “I’m going to become the best and most well-known pastry
chef in Japan,” he affirms to Himuro.


The generation of miracles stand together in a large park,
Kuroko smiling as Kise’s fiancé holds his blued eyed baby boy cooing at him and
making him giggle.

“Looks like I know what’s next for you, Kise-kun,” he
teases.

Kises laughs, a light blush coming on his cheeks. “Kuroko-cchi!
Not so loud! You’re gonna give her ideas!”

“I think the idea is already planted,” Akashi remarks with a
small smile. He casts his eyes to the basketball court, pleased to see his
group of boys getting along so well with the few from Aomine’s team that happened
to be at the park today, all of them getting coached by the former ace of Too.

“It’s weird to see Mine-chin with kids,” Murasakibara
comments.

The rest of the groups nods as

Midorima

replies, “He only
does so well because Momoi-san still keeps him in line. Those two are attached
at the hip I believe.”

“Well, they will be if Aomine-cchi ever gets his act together
and proposes! The poor thing’s been waiting forever,” whines Kise.

A rough shout of, “Hey!” calls all their attention. Walking
over and down the crest of a hill comes Kagami, fresh from America on a break
during the off season. He reaches the group, extending proper greetings to them
all before sending a wave to Aomine who pretends to ignore him.

“Still an ass, I see,” mutters the basketball star.

“Aomine-kun is Aomine-kun,” Kuroko sighs taking back his son
to pass him to his best friend. “So you did it,” he continues, watching as
Kagami attempts to hold the baby comfortably and failing miserably.

As he returns him to his father, Kagami asks, “Did what?”

“You became the best.”

Looking around the group of faces, knowing where each of
them has ended up, Kagami splutters with a red face, “We all did, just in…different
ways.”  

For one thing I’d like to know about you… Hmm, I’m not sure if you’ve mentioned it and sorry if you did but how did you get into writing? What inspires you?

Hello luv! I don’t believe I have answered this question here! I fell into fanfic somewhat by accident. I started reading Bleach fanfics and fell in love with them. The stories I read generated ideas in my own head and before I knew it I was writing a multi-chapter and posting it to Fanfiction.net (scary to put yourself out there as you know!)

From there I moved to opening a Bleach imagines blog while simultaneously watching with Haikyuu and KnB at which point I had ideas for new stories for this new group of characters. 

I started writing some but couldn’t really get them going so I decided to open a second imagines blog centered on my two fave sports animes.

My inspiration is random in my own head, but I’m usually stimulated by music, scenes playing in my head to whatever I’m listening to that strikes the right feel and I go from there although recently my inspiration has come from all of you! 

Or at least new ideas have, the inspiration and motivation has been more fleeting than I’d like in recent times but I have been more slammed at my job lately which drains my energy during the week. 

Thank you for asking!

Kurobasweek Day 03: Defeat – “It Really Is Frustrating”

Kasamatsu sighs heavily, placing the washed and folded number
four jersey into Hayakawa’s locker; it’s really over. He doesn’t think he’ll
ever get the sound of the final buzzer of his last game as Kaijo’s captain out
of his mind and for all the wrong reasons.

They were supposed to win damn it! 

His fist hits the harsh
metal of the locker, the angry strike reverberating through his nerves. He
bites back tears, unwilling to cry any more than he already has and flops onto
the bench. His eyes wander around, taking in the sight of a room filled with so
many memories. These walls have heard it all: encouragement, cursing, vows,
broken promises, laughter and cries of victory.

He gets up, striding into the gym, the feel of his street
clothes heavy on his body. The first and second years are there, running drills
and trying to keep up with their new captain’s rapid speech.

A bitter, incredulous laugh leaves his lips as he thinks
about what awaits him when he leaves this place for the last time. College
entrance exams, moving away if he gets in where he wants to, harder classes, speculation on whether he’ll have time for basketball, it’s all suddenly looming over him.

Three years sure went by fast and he knows he has too many
regrets for someone so young, the weight of defeat bearing down with renewed vigor
because there’s no more second chances, no more practice with this team to get
it just right, no more time.

Kasamatsu grunts to himself, “It really is frustrating,” before turning on his heel and walking
out of the gym doors.