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Im not sure if i submit this on time but may i have Mayuzumi having his teen daughter brought home her new bf? Thank you

You did dear and thank you for requesting. I’m sorry this took so long, I hope you like it!

“Now remember dad,” your daughter says evenly, “you hafta be
nice.”

You hide a smile behind your novel as your husband lowers
his to meet Illyria’s eyes. His expression remains neutral, almost
disinterested but you both know better; the poor boy coming to dinner tonight
will not be given an easy time of it. Chihiro, after a moment’s stare, returns
to his reading earning a huff from your daughter and an amused chuckle from
you.

“Mom! Don’t encourage him,” she whines.

“I’m doing nothing of the sort,” you reply though your tone
holds mirth.

The kitchen timer sounds signaling the conclusion of your
casserole’s baking time. As you rise to remove it from the oven the doorbell
rings.

“I’ll get it,” shouts Illyria.

“Go help your mother,” orders Chihiro shutting his book as
he gets up.

“Dad, I got-“

“Now,” he cuts in firmly.

Illyria lets out a long-suffering sigh before stomping into
the kitchen after you. Chihiro waits a moment then heads to the door. Opening
it, his eyes narrow fiercely; there’s only one person whose son this could be.

“Good evening sir,” begins the red-haired boy, “my name is-
“

He’s interrupted by a curt, “Good bye Akashi.”

Beyond the slammed door, Akashi Hayato hears his girlfriend’s
high-pitched squeal of protest and swallows the lump in his throat. His father
had warned him the evening would probably not go smoothly. Gathering his
gumption, he strides in when Illyria opens the door, determined to do his best
in a bad situation.

At least you like
his father.

when you get this, answer with five things that make you happy, then send it to the last 10 people on your recent activity! :)

Awww! My first one of these, thank you! Also, YEA for spreading positive vibes!

1.) My husband – he’s my best friend in this whole world

2.) My bulldog – I love all dogs, but bullies are my faves

3.) My friends –  I have amazing friends who make me feel very blessed

4.) My family – I love my in-laws and my family, we all get along so well!

5.) My Tumblr peeps! Thankful for you all reading, commenting, reblogging and just generally being awesome!

I love the imagine you wrote with aomine dry humping reader! It was so good T_T Could I maybe get a similar one but with Haizaki? Thank you! You’re amazing!

Thank you anon, I’m glad you enjoyed it! I hope you like
this (lots of creative license taken in regards to the car choice of course but
that just adds to the fun!)

When Haizaki first got his El Camino you thought it an
over-sized gas glutton. How could he want such a wasteful vehicle? When
questioned, his says with a gleam in his eyes, “What guy wouldn’t want a
car with a literal bed built in?”

Now, straddle above him under the black of night, waves crashing
not too far away, you’re beginning to see the benefits of his choice in
transportation. Especially when he grinds his clothed erection against your
rapidly dampening panties beneath your skirt.

“Ha..Haizaki,” you moan.

“Tch, glad to see you’ve come around.” He flips
your positions, pressing you none too gently against the haphazard pile of
pillows strewn on the bed of the car. “Then again I’m always glad to see
you come.”

He grinds down sending shock waves of pleasure through your
body making you gasp. Your hands clutch his shoulders, fingers digging into the
material of his shirt. When he moves his hand to start undressing you, you
whisper harshly, “No! Please, Haizaki, don’t stop.”

His grin is feral, body descending to fully cover yours.
Latching his mouth against your neck, he sucks hard bruising the skin and making
you writhe up against him.

“What’s this? You want me to make you come in your
clothes?” His lips move to your ear, hot breath panting against sensitive
nerve endings. “I knew you were a dirty girl, look at you letting me make
a mess of you like this.”

Your only response is a guttural moan when he presses his
throbbing, jean encased dick harder against you. Your breaths blend between
your mouths amongst hot, wet kisses. Heat begins to build from your insides
out, the friction of the cloth surprisingly erotic.

Haizaki can’t believe how undone you are, cursing and
moaning, clasping onto him in what feels like desperation. But he’s always been
a selfish bastard and much as this is turning him on, it’s not enough.

His movement startles your eyes open. “Haizaki,
wha-”

“I don’t want to come in my pants,” he growls,
shucking his jeans down till they’re around his ankles. He rips off your
panties, the smell of your sex hitting him like a baseball bat to the head.
Shoving into you quickly he grunts, “I want to come in you.”

Your breath catches in your throat from his rough entry but
the pain is fleeting giving way to pleasure when he pulls back and slams in
again at just the right angle. He pushes your skirt up till it’s bunched around
your waist, eager to touch your naked flesh. His digits burn against your skin,
gripping tight enough to brand you with the evidence of his embrace.

“Fucking hell,” he hisses between his teeth which
next latch onto your throat.

A pillow slips away during his frantic movement leaving his
knees to press against the harsh metal of the car bed but he ignores the pain,
it’s nothing compared to the feeling of being buried in your heat.

“Haizaki,” you whimper, inner walls clenching and
he knows you’re close.

“Not yet baby,” he orders pistoning harder. You
groan loudly, thankful for the distance between yourselves and decent society,
the crash of the waves hopefully drowning your cries. “Shit,” Haizaki
mutters,“ you’re squeezing me so tight. Fuck, I…I’m almost-” his
words cut off with an animalistic growl as he comes hard deep within you. His
hand snakes between your bodies, firmly pressing against your clit and
swiveling fast.

“That’s my bad girl,” he coos mockingly,
“come for me baby, I wanna hear you scream!”

“Haizaki!” A rush of wet heat hits his hand as
you finally reach sweet relief, his loose soft hair gripped tightly in your
fingers.

You’re both panting heavily, clothes bunched and mussed. He
kisses you lazily, smirking against your mouth. “Bet you don’t hate this
thing as much, huh?”

You shake your head slowly, eyelids adhering to the call to
close. Haizaki somehow finds the strength to pull up his pants, sliding the
belt into place before lying next to you once more.

You have bruises on your neck and hips while he’s sporting
his own on his knees but you both don’t mind the reminders of your nights of
passion.

It’s just one of the reasons why you’re so perfect for him.

Ushijima songfic with Back to December by Taylor Swift, thank you

Back to December by Taylor Swift – Ushijima

Looking out the window, you release a heavy sigh. The shift
of your legs makes you wince as cheap vinyl pulls against exposed skin. You
cross your legs left over right, then right over left unable to find a
comfortable position but you know it has little to do with the bench and
everything to do with the reason you’re here.

Minutes tick by slowly, each shift of the clock hand feeding
into your anxiety. Will he even show up?

Each tinkle of the bell above the diner door draws your
attention to it. If you continue moving your head so fast you’re liable to get
whiplash, but every time you’re met with disappointment when the one you’re
waiting for doesn’t appear.

Five then ten minutes past your designated meeting time
passes and you’re shifting around again.

“Anything I can get you while you’re waiting?” asks the
waitress, pen poised to her pad.

“No thank you, not really hungry,” you answer, apology
implied in your tone.

She shrugs her shoulders, moving on to tend on customers
with aspirations of grease and sugar consumption.

Glancing at the clock you find he’s almost twenty minutes
late but you’re not mad. You’re not even surprised to be honest. Why would he
even want-

Your thoughts are cut off as a presence takes residence
across your table capturing your attention immediately. A startled hitch in
your breath is the first thing which greets the man now seated opposite of you.

“Go-good evening, Ushijima-san.” The use of his last name
casts a bitter taste in your mouth but you dare not use his first; you lost
that privilege a long time ago. His face, if possible, is more impassive that
ever but you can’t blame him. Silence reigns supreme, the two of you just
looking at each other. It’s broken by the arrival of your long-suffering
waitress asking if she can get anything for him. He asks for water and she
moves away to gather the requested beverage.

“So, how are things? How’s your family?” you ask forcing
geniality into your tone.

He shrugs, nodding thanks to the waitress when she drops off
the water. He sips it, eyes never leaving your face and the severity of his
scrutiny makes you twitch.

“I heard about the battle for nationals,” you can’t help
saying. “Sorry,” you add quickly, unclear if you’re apologizing for their loss
or bringing it up at all. Ushijima doesn’t bother with a response. “So, have
you thought about college?”

“_______-san, why are you here?”

Ushijima’s voice is just as you remember it; steady, calm,
seemingly indifferent but you can see a torrent of well withheld emotion
stirring up in his eyes. Seems even he’s incapable of remaining as stoic as a
mountain all the time.

You swallow once, wishing you’d had the foresight to ask for
water as well because suddenly your mouth feels like it’s full of sand.
Ushijima, being the gentleman he is, proffers his glass which you take thankfully.
After gulping a draft of the cool liquid, you clear your throat.

“I…I guess I should just come right out with it.” Your eyes
meet his. “Ushijima…Wakatoshi, I…I miss you. I miss you so much and I realize
what a stupid mistake I made letting you go and I’m so sorry for hurting you
like that. I wanted to see…I mean…is there any way you can forgive me?”

Ushijima’s jaw clenches in discomfort at your words. He
sighs, closing his eyes. When he opens them again, you can see it clearly; this
is very much too little too late.

“I have forgiven you, _______-san,” he confirms, “But if
you’re seeking reconciliation, that isn’t going to happen. I may have forgiven
you, but I can never forget what you did.”

His words pierce your heart like a knife but you know it’s
so much less than what you deserve. You broke his heart; his precious,
carefully guarded heart that he opens to so few and you’d gone and stomped on
it. All because of stupid, petty jealousy and fear.

Standing, you offer a slight bow, tears trailing down your
cheeks despite your best effort to hold them back. “I appreciate you meeting
with me at all and I understand your decision. Just know that…I do love you and
if you ever change your mind-“

“I won’t so don’t do something stupid like say you’ll wait
for me. I wish you all the best, ______-san,” he interjects gruffly.

More pain hits and it’s suddenly harder to breathe but
somehow you manage to inhale then exhale. Getting your legs to work takes a
moment longer but soon enough your back in the heat of the summer, but your mind
is months in the past remembering that fateful December day where you’d let the
worst of yourself throw away the best thing to have ever happened to you.

And you only have yourself to blame.

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.”  

Hiya! :3 Can I please request a song fic for Kuroo x fem!reader? The song is Somewhere only we Know by Keane, the reader is leaving for a year because she’s a exchange student. If possible do fluff, angst and nsfw (all of them hehe) I hope I don’t bother you and that the rules are Ok, thanks in advance sweetie and congrats reaching 1.000 ❤

Thank you for the congratulations and for requesting my favorite
cat captain! And it’s never a bother hearing from you all, I love the requests
I receive and you followed the rules perfectly. Also, this ended up hella long
so I’m putting it under the cut. I hope you enjoy!

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane – Kuroo

The first time Kuroo saw you, he was distracted. He was running
late for practice and had to sprint across the campus in order to get the gym
even remotely on time. Just as he exited from the overhang of one of the
classrooms, a startled, “Look out!” drew his attention. With his quick
reflexes, he was able to dodge whatever it was that landed in the place he was
formerly standing. Looking up, he caught sight of your blushing face, a
confused scowl on his own.

“What’s the big idea tossing things from there!” he shouted up and
you blushed further.

“So…sorry, senpai,” you stammered out, heart hammering in your
chest.

From beside you a fellow underclassman explained you were
conducting the “egg drop” test for your science class. Reaching down, Kuroo
found the object for which all this trouble, and his now being late to
practice, had caused. It was an orange wrapped snuggly with a rubber band.

Looking back up at you, he smirked. “Looks like you’ll get a passing
grade,” he supplied then took off again as he tossed it back up to your
position. You fumbled a bit but caught it, eyes chasing after his tall form as
he ran.

As he left, Kuroo gave you one last consideration: you were cute.
How had he not seen you before now? But the answer supplied itself as he
entered the gym; once focused on volleyball everything and everyone else faded
into the background.

I walked
across an empty land

I knew the
pathway like the back of my hand

I felt the
earth beneath my feet

Sat by the
river, and it made me complete

The second time you ran into each other, he was on his way home on
the train, eyes fixated on his failed test. Overall, his grades were decent but
falling behind was not an option; his mother had already warned one more failed
class and she’d pull him from the team. Grumbling, he didn’t notice you take a
seat until the train lurched and you crashed into him, body unprepared for the
shift of the car.

“I’m sorry,” you cried out hastening to move away from him.

His eyes landed on you, widening a bit when he realized you looked
familiar. Suddenly it came to him. “You’re the orange drop girl, aren’t you?”
he asked.

Blinking at him, you managed a small shy smile, nodding slightly.

Looking down, you saw that his paper had fallen to the ground
during your impact and trying to be kind, you picked it up. Your eyes couldn’t
stop from reading the page, a crimson flushing across your cheeks as you
realized he probably didn’t want anyone, let alone a stranger from his school,
seeing it. But you also couldn’t help noticing he was struggling in a subject
you were quite astute in.

Before you thought better of it, your lips were moving. “If you
need help in this subject, I could tutor you.” A deep flush overtook your face
but you forced yourself to meet Kuroo’s eyes.

His face spoke of incredulity and he was seconds away from turning
you down. Honestly, the last thing he wanted to admit was that he needed help
but he was running out of time and focusing on school was getting harder the
closer and closer they crept towards Nationals.

Extending his hand, he replied, “Ok, orange-drop girl, show me
what’cha got?”

You shook hands, offering, “It’s l/n, f/n, in case you were
wondering, Kuroo-senpai.”

He chuckled. “Sure, _______-san.”

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

His first study session with you proved a challenge because he
couldn’t focus. His phone was constantly going off with questions from the team
not to mention other groups he was involved in projects for. Normally a focused
person, Kuroo found it very difficult to give his full attention to the subject
matter mostly because his lack of understanding it frustrated him. He was
tense, eye brows furrowed but no matter how hard he tried, everything you were
saying didn’t make sense.

“You know, I think this is just a waste of time,” he muttered.
When he saw your face flush he hastily added, “Your time, not mine. I just
don’t get this crap.”

You were silent for a moment, weighing how you could help him. You
weren’t even fully sure why you’d offered on the train, it just sort of fell
out. But you could stubborn and knew if you could just get him to focus he
would do fine. Nodding your head once, you stood up. Kuroo didn’t bother to
look up, partially ashamed of giving up so quickly so he started a bit when
your hand grasped his firmly and tugged.

“Come on,” you nodded your head in the direction of the bedroom
door before grabbing your bag and heading out.

Curious, Kuroo began to follow but you threw back over your
shoulder, “Bring your study material.”

He huffed in vexation but figured if he drug you out here on a
Saturday the least he could do is follow your instructions. Grabbing his
backpack, he stuffed the books and papers in haphazardly and pursued you.

You made your way to a little known park hidden behind an
abandoned apartment complex. “So what is this?” he asked as you rounded the
building.

“It’s where I used to live when I was a kid but the building’s foundation
was set in soft soil so it was condemned.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said awkwardly.

“Don’t be, it’s not like I’m broken up about it,” you offered
kindly. “But the one thing I did miss as I was growing up was this park.”

“Yeah, it’s really nice,” he observed, “Especially for not being
kept up.”

“It’s kind of wild now, that’s why I like it,” you confessed.

“So you like things wild, huh?” he teased. By now you were used to
his antics and so just rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop a heated flush
from creeping up your throat.

Nearing a giant tree the center of the park, you pointed up.
“That,” you said looking over your shoulder at him, “is my sanctuary. I’ve
never shown this to anyone since coming back so I’d appreciate it if you kept
it to yourself.”

Kuroo’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the monstrous tree, a
seemingly well-built treehouse secured among it’s strong branches. As you
reached the trunk, he looked about. “How the hell do you get up there?” he
asked bewildered. “Don’t tell me you climb it!”

“Scared of heights, Kuroo-kun?” you teased.

“No, but I do have a healthy respect for gravity and this trunk
looks a little steep,” he retorted.

“Oh ye of little faith,” you smirked.

Kuroo could definitely say he’d rubbed off on you. You were much
less prone to behaving shyly around him and for some reason it made him happy.
He watched as you reached into what looked like a solid branch only to find you
could put your hand into it, a rope the reward of its hidden compartment. A
firm tug resulted in a wooden ladder descending from the branches above. With
steady hands and feet, you shimmied up the swaying apparatus with ease. He
swallowed thickly, nerves almost getting the better of him but he couldn’t back
down now!

Much slower than you, he climbed rung after rung until he reached
the top. As he settled against the ground of the treehouse you pulled back
curtains to reveal a grand view of the park.

“This is where I come to relax mostly but every so often I use it
as a haven where I can fully focus on the tasks I have. Cell reception is
pretty much nill so I kind of give into the fantasy that I’m
somewhere…magical.” Your cheeks erupted in vibrant red at your confession and
Kuroo’s slight chuckle.

“Well, it certainly is interesting, I’ll give you that,” he
commented. Looking back at your face, he smiled sincerely and you felt your
heart leap into your throat. “Either way, thanks for sharing this with me. You
didn’t have to do this.”

“I know,” you whispered pulling a blanket from your bag that you
always carried, “but you need help and I…I want to help you.”

As you settled down, he joined you, unpacking his books, notepad
and pens. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Well, let’s not make it a wasted
trip, eh?”

You smiled widely and nodded, pointing out where you’d left off
and proceeded to continue with the tutoring.

I came
across a fallen tree

I felt the
branches of it looking at me

Is this
the place we used to love?

Is this
the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

Each session after the first improved, Kuroo feeling he was
finally getting a grasp of the material. You didn’t always need to go to the “secret
forest” as Kuroo called it but whenever he felt especially pent up, he’d ask
to go there. Occasionally you couldn’t join him but gave him directions so he
could find his way there on his own. “Just don’t take any girlfriends there,”
you teased, “it’s a sacred place.”

He’d laughed. “Tch, like I have time for a girlfriend.”

He didn’t notice the look of sadness in your eyes.

Eventually, it was time for Kuroo’s make up exam and he nailed it
with a B+. He was so happy he ran to find you in the quad, throwing his arms
around your waist and spinning you around thanking you for your help. But as he
set you down, the realization that his success meant the end of his need for
tutoring with you caused an unexpected bolt of disappointment to hit him. He
liked spending time with you…a lot. You weren’t just a tutor, you’d become a
friend to him and if he were honest, something much more than that. With a
nervous flutter in his heart he said, “Come out and celebrate with me.” You
accepted, a dusting of pink on your cheeks giving him hope that maybe his new-found
affections weren’t one sided.

The first date, unofficially as it may have been, went well. You
were already used to each other, had already spent so much time getting to know
one another that it felt natural to be out just the two of you. For all intents
and purposes, the time should have felt like any other when you were together
but somehow both of you knew this was a big deal, that something was shifting
in the tone of your relationship. It was an interesting position for you both,
the idea of something more both enticing and frightening because if it didn’t
work you ran the risk of ruining a good thing.

However, when Kuroo took you home that evening, he felt a tremor
of nerves hit him as he looked in your eyes and neither of you could deny any
more that you felt more for each other than friendly affection. Taking a leap
of faith, Kuroo asked with all the confidence he could muster, “______-san,
would you…would you like to go out with me again some time?”

You nodded enthusiastically making him chuckle. Kuroo found he
really wanted to kiss you goodnight but refrained, both from timing and his
heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure you could hear it. So he
settled for squeezing your hand, backing away with a genial wave before turning
around and walking in the direction of home.

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

That date turned into another, which turned into another until
Kuroo was counting down the days until he could see you outside the confines of
school. But the times were getting spread out more and more the larger his
responsibility to the team grew. It came to a head one week, when he was so
busy he’d barely had time to talk to you let along go out. As much as he wanted
to go to Nationals, he found himself longing for just one day off to rest, one
day to catch his breath, one day to spend with you completely alone. He knew,
however, that was a pipedream for the time being.

Hiding his trepidation as much as he could, he took your hand
after school one day and said, “______-chan,” the use of your first name
startling you, “I…I know I haven’t had much time to spend with you, so asking
this now may seem odd. But, would you…would you be my girlfriend? Even if we
can’t be together all the time, I’d like to know that wherever you are…you’re
mine.”

He could see the shock in your eyes at his confession but the next
moment you’d flung your arms around his neck in a fierce embrace and gleefully
accepted his confession. Kuroo had never felt so lighthearted in his life.
This…this is what he was missing, someone to call his own.

And if you
have a minute, why don’t we go

Talk about
it somewhere only we know?

This could
be the end of everything

So why
don’t we go

Somewhere
only we know?

It should have come as no surprise to him that you would prove to
be a near perfect girlfriend. You never complained about his schedule,
explaining that you too were constantly busy and had been feeling bad about not
being able to commit more time to him as well. When you were able, you came to
see him at practice, catching snippets of his time during water breaks to chat
hurriedly about each other’s days. The team, of course, teased their captain
about his new lady friend, but he didn’t care; you were his and that’s all that
matter to him. As often as possible, you came to his games, cheering loudly for
him and the rest of the cats to do their best.  

One night during dinner, Kuroo’s mom asked how you were and he
smiled brightly, telling about your success in one of the essay writing
contents you’d entered and the fact that you’d brought him a homemade bento to
practice the previous night. As she listened to him talk, Kuroo’s mom could see
intense adoration, maybe even love, burning in his eyes. With a gentle hand and
even gentler voice, she urged him to be careful with his heart.

“She’s great mom, she’s not going to break my heart,” he insisted
but she persisted.

“Tetsurou, I know with the responsibility you both bear you feel
like you’re already adults, but remember; you’re both still so young. A lot can
happen between now and graduation.”

But he wouldn’t listen, couldn’t believe that someone so perfect
for him would be the cause of pain. Sure, you had your arguments and
disagreements, what couple didn’t? But at the end of the day you were still the
only one he wanted to talk to, needed
to talk to at least once to feel like it was complete. So he kept on going,
falling deeper and deeper for you until the only word left to describe it was
love.

He should have known to listen to the wisdom of his mother.

Prior to his final exams, Kuroo had been approached by a prestigious
college in Tokyo offering him a full ride volleyball scholarship. He was beyond
the moon with happiness because it meant he could stay at home, play the game
he loved and still see you as you finished out your third year.

He sprinted to your house, lost for breath as he rapidly told you
what had happened.

You listened silently, gripping his hands tightly with your eyes
shining with excitement on his behalf. But when he mentioned hopes to be able
to see you more often due to a less strenuous schedule he saw your face fall.

“What? What is it?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

You shuffled your feet, eyes landing on the ground. A gentle tug
against your chin brought your face back up and Kuroo was startled to see you
holding back tears. “Babe, what’s going on?”

Sniffling you replied, “Um, about my third year, I made it into
the foreign exchange program.”

Kuroo felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He of course knew
about the program, it was something you’d talked about before the two of you had
gotten together. At the time, he’d been a bit sad at the prospect of you
leaving but that was before he’d fallen in love with you. And truthfully, he’d
assumed when you’d gotten together you would have forgone applying. He’d
feigned encouragement at the time you had, ashamed but unable to deny he’d
hoped perhaps you wouldn’t make it in, that the slots would fill, that
something would step in to stop you from going.

But no, the fates were cruel and you were leaving while he would
be here, alone without you. He shook his head, trying to shake himself into
sensible thinking. You’d done nothing wrong, you were following your dream just
as much as he would have done so were the tables turned. That didn’t stop the
sting he felt, the heavy weight of disappointment weighing down his heart.

“Kuroo-kun, say something,” your soft voice pleaded.

He blinked, roused back to the present and looked at your
intertwined hands. Giving them a squeeze, he pulled you in close, tucking you
easily beneath his chin and holding you tightly. “Congratulations,” he
whispered and felt your arms close around his waist in a vice like grip. You
held each other in silence, you soaking his shirt with your tears and his
sliding down his cheeks. This wasn’t going to be easy but he knew he couldn’t
let you go, at least not permanently.  

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

From that day on, you and Kuroo spent as much time together as you
could. He would even go so far as to sneak out of his house, shimmy up the tree
outside your bedroom window and crawl in to sleep with you through the night,
always making sure to leave an hour before his mom’s alarm was set to go off.
In all the times he stayed with you, he never once tried to go further than
just sleeping but as the time for your departure drew closer, the temptation
grew stronger.

The days after Kuroo’s graduation were great because he had more
time to spend with you. Bitter sweet as leaving his high school team had been,
he knew he had a lot more work ahead of him with the new team so he focused all
of his attention on you as much as possible.

The night before you were scheduled to depart found you tangled up
in Kuroo’s embrace, limbs intertwined as he kissed you with passion. His hands
wandered shakily under your shirt, the feel of his palms scorching your skin as
he touched you.

A breathy, “Kuroo, wait,” fell from your lips as his trailed down
the side of your neck in sloppy, open mouth kisses. You pushed on his shoulder,
making him lean up to look down at you, eyes hooded and breath panting. “We…we
shouldn’t do this, not now.”

“Please,” he begged, nuzzling your nose and squeezing his eyes
shut, “I just…I need you so bad. Don’t you want this with me?” He opened his
eyes, cupping your face as he confessed, “I love you, _______.”

“Kuroo, I…I love you too, but…I don’t want our first time to feel
like…like we’re doing it to say goodbye,” you sniffled.

He clenched his teeth, fighting back a wealth of frustration at
this whole situation. His blood felt like it was on fire, his adoration for you
burning him from the inside out and for the first time in a long while he felt
a red, hot anger accompanying it.

When he didn’t speak you went on, gently touching his cheek with
the backs of your fingers. “Just…hold me tonight. I told my mom I was staying
here because I won’t see you for a year. When I get back…that’s when we can.”

Sighing, he laid back down, face buried in the crook of your neck.
“You won’t forget me, right?” he mumbled against your skin and you couldn’t
help the smile on your face.

“Of course not, you dork,” you admonished playfully slapping his
back. “I love you too much.”

To say time became a paradox for the both of you would feel like
an understatement. Somehow, your days apart went both quickly and terribly
slow. Kuroo finally figured it out one night, six months into your parting. The
days were fast because they were full of the busyness of life; volleyball
practice, classes, games, visiting friends when he had time, studying. But it
was the night, the quiet times miraculously not filled with obligations, where
he felt your absence the strongest. He could only speculate that the difference
between now and how things were in high school for the two of you was the fact
that he had no ability to see you in person. He couldn’t hug you, kiss you,
ruffle your hair, tickle you, fall asleep next to you.

Your relationship became centered around Skype calls and text
messaging and Kuroo could only be thankful he’d not been born in a time where
snail mail was the only option and even then, there was no guarantee a letter
would reach one’s loved ones.

He found it ironic that he longed for high school again, that it
felt simpler then because at least you were here.

Oh, simple
thing, where have you gone?

I’m
getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me
when you’re gonna let me in

I’m
getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Late one night, when Kuroo couldn’t sleep, he found himself wandering
the city in a mindless haze. His brain was going what felt like one hundred
miles per hour. Sighing, he decided to make the trek to the secret forest,
hoping the walk and being in a place that reminded him so much of you would
help calm him, even if it did sting to be there without you. It took him about
an hour to reach it but he climbed the ladder, sat down and stared out the
window at the stars.

He thought he heard movement from below but equated it to random
wildlife that had taken over the area. However, when he heard the creak of wood
and squeak of the ropes he flew to the hatch opening and looked down. From
below, he watched as a figure made their way up the ladder. Frowning, Kuroo
turned on his flashlight, shining the beam down and asked roughly, “Who’s
there?”

When your face came into view his heart almost stopped. What were
you doing here? A large smile split your face, your pace increasing to reach
him faster. As you neared the opening, Kuroo leaned down, grabbing your
forearms and hoisting you the remaining two feet easily. He collapsed backwards
pulling you on top of him, hands flying to cup your face.

I came
across a fallen tree

I felt the
branches of it looking at me

Is this
the place we used to love?

Is this
the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

“Wha…you…why…” he couldn’t get his brain to form a question due to
his shock of you being here so randomly.

“I came back tonight, my program ended early and I wanted to
surprise you,” you replied.

He didn’t answer, just pulled you roughly down to crash your lips
against his, tangling his fingers in your hair. An appreciative sigh exited
your nose, ghosting over his face warming him. He rotated, slamming the hatch
down to fully cut off the world but never broke the kiss. Hands wandered under
your shirt, cold fingers making you hiss but you wanted him touching you.

Kuroo released you to gather a breath but kept his face close,
unwilling to spare any distance if possible. Eyes shining with unshed tears you
looked up at him with such a look of pure love and longing it made his heart
dance. “Kuroo, I want to be with you,” you said and he groaned low in his
throat. Sitting up, he leaned against the wall tugging you into his lap,
quickly shedding you of your shirt. The night air made you shiver but the feel
of his heated skin when his own shirt was pulled away felt like heaven.

He kissed your neck with soft, teasing lips, savoring the taste of
you, relishing in the feel of you against him. “You really want to do this
here?” he asked breathless when your own mouth descended to his throat.

“I can’t wait to go back home, please Kuroo,” you panted.

He nodded a few times, lifting you up so he could stand and remove
his pants. Thankfully in the days of your coming here together, he’d been smart
enough to leave a plastic tub with a blanket and pillow for the times either of
you needed to stretch out comfortable, usually right next to each other.
Quickly he set them out and when he turned to find you completely naked he felt
himself firm up completely.

Moonlight struck your skin illuminating it to an almost ethereal
glow. He tore off his boxers, laying down on the ground to protect your body
from its firmness with his own. With arms outstretched, he beckoned you to lay
atop him which you did without hesitation.

His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, molding your
flesh. He couldn’t get enough of your lips despite his desire to kiss you all
over your body. This wasn’t how he’d imagined your first time being, having
always believed you be in a warm comfortable bed with more solid walls and no
draft. That he could take his time worshiping your body. But at the same time,
it felt right to do this here, where the beginning of your relationship really
took place.

So he kissed you and touched you, receiving your returned
attentions with guttural grunts and low sighs. He prepared you as best he could
given the conditions, but you assured him you didn’t care, all you wanted was
to finally be with him, to be united in body as you were in heart and soul.

When he entered the depths of your being, you cried out in
momentary pain but his surprisingly skillful hands turned the tide towards
pleasure fairly quickly. The movements were awkward and slightly painful but
the joy of finally being together in every sense of the word overrode your
discomfiture.

And when you finally reached your peak, shrieking into the dead of
the night Kuroo lost himself and came too, spilling deep in your body.

“I…I’m sorry,” he panted, “I just…couldn’t…hold back.”

You leaned down, kissing him softly and assured him he did everything
you wanted and more. “I’m on the pill, it’s ok,” you advised and he felt
tension leave his body.

Snuggling you close to his chest, he kissed the top of your head. He knew you
couldn’t stay there, the cold of the night bound to make you both sick if
you did, but he remained still just a little bit longer, savoring the feel of
you being in his arms and the comfort of knowing he’d never have to let you go
again.

TAGS: @rock-n-magick

how about mayuzumi chihiro?

Sorry these are kind of boring but I don’t really have
strong opinions on this character. I don’t dislike him and have actually
enjoyed a couple imagines with him but overall, he’s just not one I focus on.

First impression: Carbon copy of Kuroko and Akashi’s back
handed way of showing Kuroko he’s replaceable, that he’s not the only one who
can do what he does.

Impression now: A bit sad for him that most of the entirety
of his basketball experience was being used as he was.

Favorite moment: Him telling Akashi off, man that was
intense and so needed! Prior to that moment, I didn’t really have strong
feelings for him one way or the other but I LOVED that he had the balls to put
that arrogant bastard in his place.

Idea for a story: Honestly, I don’t have one, he’s not a
character I really think about (I guess that’s the point given he was the
replacement shadow)

Unpopular opinion: Again, I don’t know that I have one.

Favorite relationship: I don’t know that he really has one?
I mean, at the end when Akashi gets his head out of his ass you can see where
possibly they could have had a somewhat amiable friendship (maybe). Overall,
his passion for reading is the closest to a relationship I saw and since I love
books too I can totally relate to just wanted to be in your own world away from
the annoyances of life.

Favorite headcanon: That he goes on to play basketball in
college and becomes less of a shadow, coming into his own and showing what he’s
capable of.

KnB questions: 7. What are your otps/brotps/notps? 8. Favorite match 13. Favorite Ace: 17. Opinion about Teiko arc: 33. Favorite scene ;)

I am so sorry this took
me so long to answer. I’d intended to answer the same weekend asks were sent in
but clearly that did not happen. Thank you for participating!

7. What are your
otps/brotps/notps?

OTP: So hard to pick
between KiyRiko or HyuRiko because I love both those boys SO MUCH. However,
given what we’ve seen in the anime, I have to give it to Hyuga/Riko. As Kiyoshi
so eloquently put it, he pushes the team and Riko pulls them. They are a strong
pair who despite their differences are so in tune with each other it’s quite
beautiful. And we can see how much Hyuga cares for her, subtle as he tries to
be.

BROTPS: Oh gosh, THIS is
even harder because there are so many amazing friendship/broship developments
made. But I’ll give it to my first instinct which is Midorima x Takao. I simply
love how persistent Takao is in his friendship with our resident tsundere. His ability
to let go of the grudge he held in favor of improving himself is just amazing
and how he is one of the catalysts that pulls Midorim into a more team focused
basketball play is beautiful.

NOTPS: Pretty much any
of the boys romantically involved with one another. To me, you can have the
depth and breadth of feelings these teammates and friends have for one another
without the need to romanticize them. They respect each other, fight with each
other, lift each other up and challenge each other but in my eyes, it’s all
from a place of friendship or broship, not romance or lust. I’m sure it’s an
unpopular opinion but just as I respect those who have a right to their
interpretation, I hope mine will be as well.  

8. Favorite match: May
be a surprise but Rakuzan vs. Shutoku, heartbreaking as the outcome ended up
being. It’s my favorite because we finally get to see Midorima really become a
part of his team, to acknowledge them verbally as being valuable to him and
that he’s willing to put his trust in them completely. The part where Takao passes
the ball to him perfectly in shooting stance made me cheer. These lines: “"There’s not a single player on this team
who’s a hindrance” and “This is
a gamble. More than I need to believe in myself, I must believe in my
teammates. Even if I do everything I can, it’s not enough. But I don’t feel any
uncertainty. In this team, everyone is doing everything they can!” gave me
chills! His development, though subtle and understated, comes through with a huge
bang in this game. I loved it.

13. Favorite Ace: Despite
all my talk of Midorima above, I feel like my fave ace is Kise. When we first
meet him, I thought he was quite annoying but his development drew me in. The
shift in his perspective and the respect he learned to give his senpais made me
feel proud of him. Laying everything down, he gave all of himself to beat
Aomine and it was so gut-wrenching to watch it not work.  His and Kasamatsu’s broship is my second
favorite (cheating a bit I know, sorry).

17. Opinion about Teiko
arc: (Copy and paste from previous response) It made me sad overall. Yes, it was
fun to watch the boys all meet each other and get an insight into how that team
came together but watching them fall apart was just heart breaking. I did
appreciate it though to understand Kuroko’s motivation more.

33. Favorite scene: There
are too many and all for different reasons! But what pops into mind right away
is Kuroko’s conversation with Hyuga when he asks to be benched. I loved seeing
Hyuga being a good captain, putting his kohai in his place. The flash back of
Hyuga talking to Kagami and the revelation that he wasn’t saying goodbye just
hit me in the heart. And when Kuroko confronts him about it and confesses his
ulterior motive I felt relieved to see them both being honest with one another.
Their trust was built higher in that moment and it left me really excited to
see what was going to happen next. I know that’s a few scenes together but they
all roll together in my head as one long moment between Kuroko and Kagami.

Thanks again for
participating!

I don’t know your time zone so hopefully the box is still open! I’d like to request Kasamatsu with the song “Eyes on Me” by Faye Wong from FFVIII. I really like this song because it gives me warm yet somewhat sad feelings in the heart, and I like her voice. I’d love a bar!au and an old-fashioned theme, thank you!

This is a great song! I love the Final Fantasy series and of
course am a huge fan of its music. I really hope this hits the mark for what
you wanted. Thank you for requesting Kasamatsu, he is one of my absolute
favorite characters!

Eyes on Me by Faye Wong – Kasamatsu

As you take the stage, your eyes roam over the room taking in
the sight of customers sat comfortably in arm chairs or at tables, conversation
murmured as drinks are consumed. Smoke curls up from hand rolled cigarettes and
long stem pipes, the smell of tobacco thick but not unpleasantly so. But
despite the warm familiarity of this place, you’ve begun to feel restless, like
there’s something more you’re supposed to be doing with your life. And so,
tonight will be your last performance, though no one knows that but you.  

My last night here for
you

Same old songs, just
once more

My last night here
with you?

Maybe yes, maybe no

The music begins and you take a deep breath, noting heads
turning their attention to you as you begin to sing but your eyes don’t really
see them, wandering to a man who has been coming here for a little time. He
sits cast in shadow but even without his crest and uniform, you know he’s the
same one though his garb is different now. Normally he’d be cladded in blue and
white splendor, a captain’s crest at the shoulder clasp of his cape. But tonight,
he’s opted for darker shades, greys and black settling against him to blend him
into the back ground or at least that’s his attempt. But he’s caught your attention
on more than one occasion and you can’t keep your eyes from his form. There’s
something about him that draws you in.

He barely ever looks at you, casting glances every so often
you think but it’s hard to tell when his face is shrouded in the dark. A drink
is usually with him, small and light but it acts as his place holder, a reason
for him to sit as long as he likes without distraction or input from those
around him. Previously to this evening, he’s been flanked by members of the
royal guard but tonight he’s come alone.

I saw you smiling at
me

Was it real, or just
my fantasy?

You’d always be there
in the corner

Of this tiny little
bar

Your song continues on, your mouth and vocal chords acting
on auto pilot and you’re trying to focus on the whole room but your eyes
continually flick to his position. He hasn’t moved, just stares at his glass in
deep contemplation. The lighting of a lamp above his head casts a sudden light
upon his countenance and you have to stop yourself from gasping; there’s
something about the expression on his face that pulls your heart strings
violently.

Darling, so there you
are

With that look on your
face

As if you’re never
hurt

As if you’re never
down

Shall I be the one for
you

Who pinches you softly
but sure?

If frown is shown,
then

I will know that you
are no dreamer

An unexpected pain shoots through you and you have to
stop yourself from walking over in the middle of your performance. Suddenly the
words aren’t coming easy and you have to work hard to finish what you’ve
started. At your faltered, a little off note that you quickly recover, you see
his head finally lift and his eyes set on you. It’s the longest he’s looked at
you, but now you’re too shy to return the gaze, embarrassed that it’s your
mistake which has drawn his full attention.

I kind of liked it
your way

How you shyly placed
your eyes on me

Did you ever know

That I had mine on
you?

You look away, smiling brightly though the melody of your
song is melancholy.

When it ends, you take your bow quickly, shooting back up
only to catch a glimpse of him exiting through the side door. With hurried
movements, you hustle after him, the need to speak to him too strong to ignore
any more.

Bursting out the door, you see him just about to mount his
steed and call out, “Wait, please wait!”

He starts, turning his attention to you even as his boot
remains set in the stirrup. Slowly he places it down, but maintains a hold on
the reigns of his beautiful white horse.

“Yes, may I help you?” he asks. His voice is rough and deep
but somehow soothing to your ears.

“Please, may I know your name?” you inquire.

His eyes widen, a faint flush overtaking his hue
unexpectedly but he clears his throat and replies, “Yukio Kasamatsu.”

“You…you’re the captain of the royal guard, are you not?”
you breathe.

His body stiffens, eyes closing as if in momentary pain but
he rallies quickly, setting his face back to its grim expression so quickly
you begin to wonder if you imagined his reaction. Brusquely he says, “Former, m’lady.”

The pain in your heart returns, deep and tragic and you
blush as the impulse to hold him floods your person. Despite his impassivity,
you feel waves of pain and frustration rolling from him increasing your want to
drive it away but you don’t know how to. You don’t even know him and yet you’re
here, standing outside in the middle of the night wanting nothing more than to
throw your arms around him.

You settle for stepping nearer. His body is still wound
tight and if you did not know any better you would say he may even be wary of
you. The placement of your hand on his makes him flinch but as you close your
fingers more firmly he does not withdraw.

“Why?” One word, but so bold. This is none of your business!
What happened to the filter between your brain and your mouth?

He swallows once, eyes burning into yours and you feel your
face heating up under the power of his scrutiny. “Because there’s something I
need to do.”

You clench tighter, moving closer to place your other hand against
his chest. Despite his warmth you feel him tremble, the beating of his heart somewhat
erratic and you don’t know if it’s from you or from the knowledge of what’s
lying before him on his journey.

So let me come to you

Close as I want to be

Close enough for me

To feel your heart
beating fast

And stay there as I
whisper

How I love your
peaceful eyes on me

Did you ever know

That I had mine on
you?

The next words tumble from your mouth with little care for
the implications or consequences. “Take me with you.”

Yukio’s eyes go wide and for the first time he allows
himself to touch you. The grip of his hand on your shoulder is strong and you doubt
he knows how firmly he’s squeezing but you endure the pain because until now
you’d not known the need of his touch. To lose it will mean more pain than what
you experience under the pressure of his hold.

“Why?”

“Because this is something I need to do,” you whisper, eyes
filling with tears for reasons you don’t understand.

Yukio stares hard at you. He knows this is a bad idea, you’ll
most likely only become a liability but he can’t tear away from your gaze. It’s
like you have him hypnotized and he wonders briefly if you may be a sorceress.  

He makes a decision. “You’ll need to change, where I’m going
is no place for this refinery,” he intones, tugging briefly at the sleeve of
your dress.

A smile, genuine this time, splits your lips and you lean
forward impulsively kissing his cheek. Crimson floods his face but you’re
already turning away to prepare for departure. In little time you return, ensconced
in black pants, purple long sleeve shirt and proper riding boots, a bow and
arrow slung over your shoulder and quiver upon your back.

Yukio’s face betrays his surprise at your appearance.

Darling, so share with
me

Your love if you have
enough

Your tears if you’re
holding back

Or pain if that’s what
it is

How can I let you know

I’m more than the
dress and the voice

Just reach me out,
then

You will know that you
are not dreaming

“What, did you think all I could do is sing?” you ask
cheekily and he chuckles.

“Forgive my ignorance…” he trails off, and you supply, “F/N,
L/N, daughter of the town fletcher.”

In a quick motion, Yukio mounts his horse, hand coming down
to assist you to do as well. You take it, the flesh of his palm burning into
yours but the fire ignites something deep within your soul and you know; this
is who you’re meant to be with going to do what you’re meant to do, whatever
that may be.