Tag: momoi

Aomine – If I can’t have you…

ASK: slight aomomo scenario when she says “It hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _____.” (aomine just loves momoi’s best friend (reader) ) thanks Jade!

Aomine’s shoulders ached with a tenseness he hadn’t felt in a long time; he was nervous. His foot bounced under the table, knee jostling the cup of coffee he didn’t even want. With a huff, he grabbed it, stood and chucked it in the trash. No sense in making his stomach more upset.

The chime of the bell above the door to the cafe he sat in drew his attention to it and he felt his throat clench; there she was.

Her eyes found his quickly but the smile she sent was strained; was this even a good idea? Within he shook his head. This was his best friend he was looking at, the person who’d stood by him through so much shit of his own making he wondered at her sanity sometimes. No matter the result of this meeting, he had to see things through.

He owed her that much.

Awkwardly he stood, unsure if he should hug her but she saved him the trouble by patting his back as she walked to the vacant chair across from his own and sat. He followed suit, retaking his seat, hands clenching together on the table top. He hated vulnerability but she’d always been able to read him like a book anyway, so he might as well not add to his plight by working to keep a facade they both knew would crumble anyway.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, both uncertain where or even how to start.

“You look…nice,” Aomine tried, unsure of the words as soon as they left his mouth.

Satsuki smiled again, a delicate blush on her cheeks. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

And then the silence returned.

Finally Aomine took a breath and began, “Look, Satsuki, I don’t know what-”

“It’s not your fault, it’s me, Daiki,” she interrupted.

He fell quiet, trying to be patient, trying to give her the time she needed to say what she’d come here to say. Finally she inhaled deeply, but kept her eyes on the table, unable to meet his as she confessed, “It just…it hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _______.”

Aomine’s chest burned, his heart beating rapidly against his rib cage. What was he supposed to say to that? She went on hurriedly, “Which is, of course, not your fault. You can’t help how you feel, I just…I couldn’t stay and watch. It hurt too much.”

“And what about me? What about _____? You think it didn’t hurt us when you just fucking disappeared?” Aomine tried to keep the anger out of his voice but as usual he couldn’t manage but be anything except brutally honest.

Satsuki took in a shaky breath and forced herself to look him in the eye. “I know it was wrong but I just…I had to be selfish. I had to get away because there was no way I could watch the boy – the man – I’d fallen in love with love someone else.” She stood, wrapping her jacket tighter around her body. “I’d hope time away would dull the pain but seeing you-”

She cut herself off with a choked sob, tucking her chin down and running to the door. Aomine watched her go, every ounce of him screaming to give chase, but he knew it would be fruitless. Just as he couldn’t help how he felt about the two most important women in his life, he knew Satsuki couldn’t help how she felt about him and forcing her to stay would just make everyone more miserable.

With a grunt, he stood, took one last look at the cafe that had been their safe haven and walked out, never to return again.

Akaashi x Momoi

ASK: Part two of your momoi x akaashi scenario where they are on their date please. From haikyuu and knb

Wow, I’m so surprised someone wanted more of this pairing! Thank you, I hope you enjoy! This is a continuation of this post. 

“So what did you think of the game?” Akaashi asks after he and his pink haired companion are comfortably seated at a booth. The restaurant is simple but classy, a mid-range that isn’t fast food but isn’t overly priced, perfect for a first date.

Momoi taps her chin. “It was interesting, you didn’t lie when you said the match would be exciting. I’d say I can’t believe the boys would get that worked up over what is ultimately just practice, but then I remember my boys and it’s not all that surprising.”

Akaashi nods.

Momoi picks up a menu, asking as she eyes the contents, “So when does your team play Karasuno?”

“Officially, not until Nationals and that’s only if we both make it and even then there’s no guarantee.”

“So modest,” she teases glancing up through her lashes.

Akaashi picks up his own menu in an effort to hide his blush. “Yes, um, but we do have a training camp coming up in the summer. Longest one we’ve ever had at two weeks.”

Her eyes widen. “I’ve only heard of week long, how did you get that much time?”

He shrugs, taking a sip a water before replying, “Kuroo-san is…adept at getting what he really wants if the mood strikes him. I think it’s because this is their last year.”

“Whose?”

“The third years.”

Momoi nods, heart clenching a bit at the thought of Imayoshi-san retiring at the end of the season. She has a lot of respect for him and the way he runs the team, even in regards to Dai-chan, and it will be a shame to see him go.

“Sorry to somber the mood,” Akaashi says clearing his throat, “let’s talk about something else.”

“Right, my Karasuno analysis,” Momoi says lacing her fingers together on the table. “I can tell you-”

“I meant,” Akaashi interrupts gently, “let’s talk about something else besides sports.”

The request catches her off guard and she can’t keep a look of surprise off her face. “Wasn’t the whole point of tonight for me to give you a run down of them so you’re more prepared when you face them?”

“Truthfully, I’m more interested in you as a person, not a computer.”

Momoi feels her heart skip a beat. It’s been a long time since anyone has shown interest in her past her abilities of data collection. She’s not even sure where to begin. What do “normal” people talk about?  

“Let’s start with something simple,” Akaashi continues, leaning back in his seat to try to lessen the sudden tension, “how about…what your favorite movie is and why.”

Momoi finally smiles, faint but sincere, as she begins talking about a movie she’s seen at least twenty times. The conversation flows a bit more easily after that, each of them expounding on different topics as they enjoy their meal. At the end of it, he pays and they continue talking while making way to the station for him to see her off on her train.

On the platform they take seats on a bench, a comfortable silence settling between them. Momoi casts a sidelong glance at the sleepy eyed boy next to her. He may not be Tetsu-kun, but he’s sweet and he’s actually interested in her for reasons beyond sports and her body.

“I had a really nice time tonight, Momoi-san,” he says catching her glance.
She nods. “I did too, Akaashi-san.”

They remain staring at each other, a little unsure but curious where this could go.

“So, if I were to call you again-”

“I’d say yes,” she affirms quickly.

He smiles – really, truly smiles – and Momoi feels her heart skip a beat.

“You should smile more, you know,” she says.

Akaashi feels that blush returning under her scrutiny. “Go on another date with me and I’m sure I will.”

She laughs, bright and vibrant. “Very smooth, Akaashi-san.”

They both stand as her train arrives. Looking up at him, eyes glittering, Momoi leans up to peck his cheek. “Call me,” she says stepping between the sliding doors. 

“I will,” he confirms before they shut and she’s whisked away into the night.

I want to know what happened from the time Momoi arrived at the inn until she jumped out of that 2nd floor balcony? Make it as hair-rising as possible please, maybe she came to the boys’ room and watched them all sleeping while she’s already being possessed or something? Thank you!!

imagine-knb:

Anon is referring to this post!
-Neon

Staring at the little slip of paper, Momoi read the address on it for what had to be the umpteenth time that hour. According to all the signs she’d passed by and all the placards stating the building numbers, she had the right place. Her eyes scanned the dingy, decaying walls on the outside of the inn, noting that the paint had begun to peel off in large chunks that slapped against the wall with each blow of wind. The wood looked as if it were rotting, little bugs that just had to be termites crawling through crevices.

“This looks nothing like what I’d pictured,” she murmured to herself.

The lights that illuminated the porch flickered, giving an ominous glow to the already darkened area. Glancing down at the screen of her phone, Momoi checked the time; she was already a few hours late. If she was lucky, the boys would already be asleep and she could easily sneak into her own room without them being none the wiser.

The front door to the inn creaked like it hadn’t been opened in years. Judging by the dust that kicked up simply from her entering, Momoi could only guess that the place saw very little business. She found it odd that Akashi chose a place like this for their training getaway.

“Hello?” Momoi called out at the front desk, ringing the little bell that sat on the counter and listening as it echoed. “I have a reservation under Akashi?”

When, even after five minutes, nobody answered, she took it upon herself to find where the boys were staying herself. Under her breath, Momoi grumbled about what little help she was getting settling in to such a run down place, blaming its appearance and lack of life on the bad service they provided.

Her shoes clacked against the wooden floor as she walked herself up the stairs. Shoulders aching from carrying a backpack filled to the brim with all the clothes and supplies she’d need for the trip, Momoi looked forward to finally settling down into a bed. As she walked down the upstairs hall, she made note of the paintings that decorated the walls. They all seemed to be of flowers, some in bouquets and others in vases, all of them looking as if they had been painted ages ago.

So distracted by the paintings, Momoi hadn’t even realized she’d been walking through the hall for quite a while. “Geez, how big is this place?” Glancing behind her, she looked back the way she had came.

The stairwell was only a few feet behind her.

Something kin to a tingling sensation ran along her spine as she turned fully to look back toward the way she had came. That couldn’t be right. She had been walking for what had to be close to five minutes, constantly moving past paintings and making progress down the hall. Not a single floorboard had looked the same. Yet, she was only a few feet away from where she had originally began.

“Big sister, what are you doing?”

Momoi whipped around, having not expected the voice. Looking down the hall, she saw nobody in front of her; everything was just as void of life as it had been when she originally looked down the hallway. An eerie feeling overtook her and, against her better judgement, Momoi decided to hold off on finding the boys and settle herself into the nearest empty room she could find. She could deal with the inn keeper in the morning.

Luckily the first door she tried is unlocked and, upon opening it, she realized that nobody seemed to be living inside. Closing the door quickly behind her, she dumped her bag onto the floor and made her way to the window. The smell of dust is tickled her nose as she walked through the room, so shoving the window open as wide as she could get it allowed her to breath in a little more fresh air. From her room, she could see the front of the inn where she had been standing earlier.

“Great view,” she muttered sarcastically to herself, noting the gray fog that had began to settle in the air.

Moving away from the window, she sat down on the only bed in the room and puleds her legs up onto the mattress. The stress of whether or not she’d make it to the inn on time was finally taking its toll on her and, with heavy eyelids, she let sleep overcome her before she could even think about texting any of the boys her current location.

It’s a few hours later when Momoi wakes with a start, her body going rigid as her eyes snapped open and she sat up in bed. Her eyes scanned the little room she’s in, finding it strange that they hadn’t adjusted to the abnormal darkness that seemed to blanket the small space.

“Is anybody there?”

It had been laughter that woke her up; or, at least that’s what she had thought it was. The same voice that had spoken to her back in the hall had woken her up, its laughter sounding like bells tinkling in the wind. Thinking it had been only her imagination, Momoi glanced back to her open window and noted the sun just peaking out from the horizon.

“Why is it still so dark?”

Momoi stood from her bed, naked feet touching the cold flooring and causing a chill to spread throughout her body. She walked over to the window, wondering if years worth of dust was really prohibiting the sun from entering her room. Before she could closer than a foot to the window, a loud bang on her door resounded through the room and startled her. Momoi jumped as she whirled around to face her door, wide eyes taking note that it was still as closed as she had left it earlier than night.

“What are you looking at big sister?”

Her eyes snapped down to the floor, immediately going to the dark space under her bed. There, she saw two eyes, brighter than normal and absolutely shining through the darkness. A hand crept out from under the bed frame, followed by a second one only a moment later.

“I want to see, too.”

Momoi was aware of the scream before she felt it ripping through her throat. She stumbled backward as whatever was under the bed rushed out at her, scuttling around on all fours like some sort of animal. She felt the back of her head smash through the thin glass of the window and felt gravity pulling her downward as she fell backward. Whatever had been under her bed grabbed at her ankle, leaving three deep gouges in her skin before letting go completely. Momoi fell.

And then she slept.

Creepy!!!

Could you write badass!Riko x femme fatale!Momoi (like Mine Fujiko) involving motorcycle, handguns, and spying thing, all that sexy stuff, I’ve been wanting to read this kind of scenario forever!!

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I’ve never seen the series this character is a part of but I looked her up for reference and hope I hit the tone of what you’re looking for! – Admin Jade

Riko looked over her 9 millimeter one last time, the shine of its metal glimmering even in the slightly muted light of the room. A quick flick of her wrist produced the satisfying click of its magazine settling into place. Holstering the weapon, she took one last glance in the mirror, frowning at the reflection behind her own.

“I wish for once you’d go into a job without relying on your tits,” she grumbled as Momoi zipped up her leather jacket to just under her massive chest, the cinching making them appear even larger.

“And I wish you’d just admit you were jealous of my winning assets,” quipped back the pink haired woman, pursing her lips to apply red lipstick. Capping the tube she turned her head in the direction of her partner. “Besides, have I ever failed at getting us into where we need to be? I’m the beauty and you’re the muscle, though,” she trailed a critical eye over the svelt female before her, “you could stand to put on a little more weight.”

Riko groused, “What do you mean the muscle? I’m the brains of this operation!”

“Oh sweetie,” Momoi giggled, patting her head, “it’s cute you actually believe that.”

Riko smacked away her hand, grumbling to herself as she strode across the room to grab her own jacket and helmet. “You ready or what?” she snapped, not bothering to wait for a reply.

Momoi, taking one last moment to secure her trusty blade in its thigh holster, scampered to catch up, reaching Riko and her bike just as she settled upon its seat. When she was stable, Momoi climbed aboard behind her, nestling close to her back.

“And do you have to press them against me?! I’m not Aomine you know!”

“As if I’d do that to Dai-chan!” Momoi protested.

“You do it to everybody!”

Momoi complied, sliding back ever so slightly, allowing Riko a bit of breathing room. The brown hair fired up the engine, revving it a few times for good measure before taking off in a burst of speed towards the highway. As they made their way towards the city, she asked through the two way radio wired in their helmets, “So what’re we after this time anyway?”

“Ruby necklace, worth a fortune,” Momoi replied.

“And who’s the schmuck we’re takin’ it from?”

“Akashi Seijurooo!” Momoi squealed as Riko almost lost control of the bike in her shock.

She skidded to a halt, pulling to the side of the road and flipped up her visor. “Are you fucking crazy?!” she shouted over the din of the traffic racing by.

“What? We got a good price for the job. Plus, Sei-chan knows me! It’ll be a cinch to get in! You’ll see!”

“See, what you failed to mention is it would be impossible to get out!” Riko snapped, taking a deep breath before standing from her cover to fire two shots at their pursuers.

Momoi crouched next to her, chest heaving. “Still, you gotta admit it’s been a while since we had any real excitement!” Using her compact, she eyed their enemy from a safer vantage. “Two to the right, go in three…two….one!”

Riko stood again, firing perfect shots catching both guards in their shoulders. “Of all the stupid, hairbrained, cockamamie ideas,” she mumbled snapping in a new round of ammo. “If we make it out of here alive,” she sighed, “I’m never letting you pick a job again.”

Momoi just shrugged, her lilting giggle making Riko’s temple pulse until she heard again, “Now the left! Three…two…one…”

It was going to be a long night.

Shimizu / Momoi – You’re already mine

ASK: Is it too late?!?! May I request Shimizu and Momoi (separate) waiting for their husband (adult au) coming out of surgery (which was successful) and their hubby doesn’t quite remember them.due to the anesthesia and its kinda hilarious because they’re flirting with them and asking who they are and are so surprised they have such a beautiful wife? I hope this made sense.

It totally makes sense and is such a cute ask. I almost picked two boys from the shows to be their husbands but kept them “readers” so some of the guys who read my stuff can be self-inserted too.

Shimizu Kiyoko

Shimizu tried her best not to worry. The doctors had assured her the procedure was simple, in and out, no big deal. But as the minutes dragged by she couldn’t stop her heart from trembling; what if something went wrong? The grab of her hand had her jumping but the voice near her ear brought a sigh from her lips, releasing some of the tension in her back. “He’s gonna be fine, it’s no big deal, remember?” Looking to the side, her bespectacled eyes met the warmth of Daichi’s.

“Thanks for being here,” she said softly, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. “I…I’m not used to…you know…”

He chuckled, drawing his arm around her shoulder. “I know, Shimizu, I know. You’re used to being the strong one, and you are, but it’s ok to lean on us every once in a while.”

She snorted delicately, punching him lightly in the gut and he laughed a bit louder.
“What’s this? I’m gone for five minutes and you’ve already moved on?”

Daichi grinned up at Yui. “You know you’re the only one for me princess, now where’s that coffee?”

Reaching forward with a giggle, she deposited the requested drink into his hand, the artificial light above glinting off her wedding band. He grabbed it, planting a kiss to the top.

“Ugh, do you have to be so nauseatingly sweet all the time?” complained Shimizu.

“Don’t be jealous,” Yui replied with a sweet smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m not.”

So distracted by their banter, neither noticed the doctor walking down the hall until he had almost reached them. Shimizu stood swiftly, former mirth falling away to give full attention to her husband’s surgeon.

He smiled, gentle and warm. “Everything went splendidly, though I am glad we caught it when we did. A rupture would have been most undesirable.”

Shimizu let out a breath. “Can I see him please?”

The doctor chuckled, “He a bit loopy at the moment but don’t be alarmed, that’s just the effect of the anesthesia. But, of course, by all means. Follow me.”

The three friends made their way to the recovery ward, Shimizu’s eyes softening as they landed on her beloved. She leaned down, planting a gentle kiss to his forehead prompting him to open his eyes and when they did he let out a gasp.

“Am I in heaven?” he asked breathless. Perplexed, Shimizu shook her head, her dark tresses swaying slightly. “Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I’m looking at an angel.”

Daichi snorted, earning an elbow to the stomach. “Ouch! Between you and her I’m gonna have bruised ribs,” he complained.

Shimizu’s brow furrowed. “Do…do you not know who I am?”

Slowly he shook his head, but said quickly after, “B…but I want to know! I mean, you’re soooo pretty! How could I not want to know you?”

Now Yui was giggling.

Casting her an irritated glance, Shimizu leaned forward slightly. “I’m your wife,” she advised.

His eyes widened, mouth falling open. “No….way….” he breathed out.

When she nodded he let out a whoop. “I don’t know where I am or why I’m here but if you’re mine nothing else matter!”

She shook her head, calmly petting his hair as she was wont to do when he was over excited and encouraged him to rest, assuring that when he awoke once more all would make sense and they could go home.

Momoi Satsuki

“You have really pretty eyes! Do…do you wear contacts?”

Momoi giggled, running fingertips across her husband’s forehead to clear his eyes of his bangs. “Nope, all natural.”

His eyes trailed up and down her body leaned over him to reach the pillow and fluff it. “All of you?”

She laughed again, giving a playful smack to his chest. “Yes, all of me, silly.” He chuckled, then winced in pain making her lose her mirth momentarily. “Sorry sweetie, I’ll try not to make you laugh.”

“Oh but your laugh is so beautiful! Like…like bird song!” he insisted.

“Why can’t you be this poetic all the time?” she teased.

“What’d you mean? Didn’t we just meet?”

Momoi couldn’t stop more laughter from bubbling up and out of her mouth. “No, you dork! I’m your wife!”

He looked momentarily stunned, then a look of pure bliss erupted over his face. “That’s a relief! I was laying here tryin’ ta figure out how to ask you to marry me and here you already have!”

And she laughed again before kissing him.

can you write something fluffy for AkaMomo in high school setting pls?

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She had found herself flipping through her old middle school yearbooks a lot, viewing past pictures of friends and acquaintances she had left behind. There were many that she still kept in touch with and many more that she’d lost all connection with. As she turned the pages, going down memory lane with each picture she recognized, she found her eyes lingering on a certain individual.

Only thing was, it wasn’t the individual she often found herself searching for.

Momoi remembered a time when she used to go out of her way to find Kuroko and this much was evident in the fact that her yearbook was littered with pictures of the two of them together. If she was in a photograph, it was almost certain that he was trapped within her grasps. It was strange to her that her eyes suddenly seemed more attracted to shades of red rather than blue.

She didn’t know when she started searching for Akashi through her yearbook, only that he didn’t take many pictures. For someone who had been so involved with both sports and school, he was easily the least photographed of all her friends. Maybe it had been on purpose. Still, it was enough to have Momoi flipping through every page she’d already been through just to catch a glimpse of that head of red hair. It was the interruption of her cell phone ringing that finally got her to stop scanning every page.

“Satsuki.” Speak of the devil. “If you’re ready, I’m outside waiting.”

“O-Oh, yeah! I’ll be out in a second.”

Standing from her bed, Momoi used the palms of her hands to flatten out any wrinkles that had formed in her clothes. One last glance in the mirror and a nod of approval were needed before she could leave her room.

It had been only a few days since she’d decided to call Akashi for old time’s sake, wondering if he’d like to hang out some time. When he’d asked if Aomine was the one who wanted the get together and she’d told him he hadn’t a clue about it, there was a certain pulse of excitement in her heart. She’d been the one who wanted to meet him alone.

“Satsuki,” he greeted the second she stepped out of her front door. There was a single flower in his hand. “This is for you.”

She couldn’t help but notice how the limousine that normally followed him around as if it were on a leash was not present. In fact, it seemed to be that the two of them would be completely alone together on this excursion to wherever it was they wanted to go.

It was just the way she wanted it to be.

I actually really like the idea of them together.

Aomine, Momoi, Imayoshi, Wakamatsu, Sakurai as gang leaders (preferably in one gang), headcanons for their position, assigned tasks, rides, etc. Thank you!!

Since they are all in the same gang I’ll substitute the word
“leader” for “members” since there’s really only one leader usually. If I
misunderstood please let me know. Also, I’ve been noticing a lot of what I’m
coming up with feels more “mafia” than bad boys but really isn’t the mafia
just a more sophisticated kind of gang? Oh well, we’ll just keep rolling.

Imayoshi – Leader

  • Decides who, what, when, where and why things either happen
    or don’t.
  • His ride is a black BMW with black out tint and bullet proof
    glass, most often times driven by either Wakamatsu or Sakurai.
  • Weapon of choice: switchblade.

Wakamatsu – Right hand man

  • Steps in when Imayoshi is preoccupied, next to ascend to
    leadership if something happens to him.
  • Somewhat of a body guard, usually found with Imayoshi at all
    times.
  • If he’s not playing driver to Imayoshi, he can be found in his
    classic red Camaro.
  • Weapon of choice: Beretta M9

Aomine – Enforcer

  • Not involved in the day to day “work” of the gang because he’s
    too damn lazy.
  • Sent for “negotiations” with rival gang members or infiltrators
    to Too’s territory.
  • Shoots around town on his black and red Yamaha 750cc sport
    bike.
  • Weapon of choice: His fists

Sakurai – Sniper “The Regretful Reaper”

  • Despite his timid nature, Sakurai is one of the most feared
    members because of his top shot.
  • Roll is to annihilate targets either through a hired job or
    retaliation.
  • Doesn’t drive the same vehicle twice to avoid possible
    detection. Usually steals one, does the job and leaves a note with “I’m sorry”
    written on it.
  • Weapon of choice: sniper rifle

Momoi – The Source/Intel Gathering

  • Handles all the nitty gritty details of payroll (yes, they
    get paid because they don’t have time to have jobs), target acquisition,
    accepting payment for jobs and gathering intel on friends and enemies alike.
  • Keeps the gang in check (even Imayoshi from time to time) to
    ensure things continue running smoothly.
  • Has a cute little scooter she uses to shoot around town.
  • Weapon of choice: Blackmail

Hi! I just reqested bad boys au with s/o who dies but i forgot about character limit so I would like to cut it out to Kagami Kuroko, Midorima, Akashi and Momoi if GoM+Kagami is too much. Thank you!:)

Hi! I did imagine/reactions and tried to hit as many of your criteria as I could but not
everything made it. I hope you still like what I come up with.

Trigger warning: Mentions of death and violence.

Akashi

He’s away on business when news of your death reaches him.
It was an assassination, one bullet to your forehead while you stood on the
balcony of his room. Reo’s crying can be heard on the other end of the line,
but Akashi feels numb. He blinks, eyes shifting from one color to two. “Find
them, Reo. Bring them to me unharmed.” It doesn’t take long for the offenders
to be caught, brought before the head of the Rakuzan. Akashi sits silent,
staring at the scum responsible for the loss of the light of his life.
Standing, he picks up a knife, checking its sharpness on the skin of his thumb.
“Her death, was quick and painless,” he muses. Turning a murderous glare upon
them he sneers, “Yours will not be.”

Aomine

“You idiot,” Aomine mutters taking a seat upon the ground
next to your headstone. It’s his usual greeting to you now since one stupid
decision, yours, took you away from him. Why did you have to jump in front of
him when that asshole pulled the gun? He could have taken the hit and kept on
going but no, his foolish girlfriend just had to be a hero. Sighing, his head
lands with a soft thud against the granite, your name pressing into his back.
Memories of that rainy night flood his mind, a voice he didn’t recognize
screaming, “The only one who can beat me
is me!” It wasn’t until later that he realized it had been own his voice declaring
what he knew now to be a lie. There was one person who can beat him; you. After
your death, he left Too, walked away from it all to live a life of solitude. Without
you here, there really wasn’t a point to try anymore.

Midorima

Staring at your empty shell in the hospital bed, ventilators
giving the illusion you’re still among the living, Midorima allows one tear to
trail down his cheek. “I told you to keep your lucky item with you at all
times,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you one last time. You look so
peaceful despite the bruises upon your face, ugly reminders of the beating you
underwent that took your last breath. Inhaling one of his own and cursing the
gods for their abandonment, Midorima gives the word to pull the plug. As the
heart monitor sounds, Takao chokes back a sob, trying to stay strong for his
friend and comrade. “Let’s go Takao,” Midorima announces after all the machines
are wheeled away, “it’s time to show those who would dare take from me the true
meaning of misfortune.”

Murasakibara

Murasakibara never thought he would reach a point in his
life where he hated food. But now, looking at your face from which all color
and life has been drained, he does. A box of chocolates, a fucking box of
chocolates seemingly sent to you from him and now you’re dead. Because he didn’t
take the threats seriously when he thought them to be directed at his own
person. He never even considered they’d go after you. And in such an
underhanded and cowardly manner too, using poison instead of facing their
enemies head on. Standing up, Murasakibara’s eyes gleam with fury. “Himuro, get
my hammer. I’m going to crush them.”

Kise

Loud wailing sobs echo in the alley, Kaijo’s golden boy inconsolable
as he holds your bleeding form against his body. Your spirit has long since
left, skin turning colder and colder as the seconds tick by. Kasamatsu stands rigid,
mouth moving but no sound coming out, horrified that you’re dead. The stabbing
had been quick and visceral, your attackers scrambling up the fire escape to
the roof while Kise and Kasamatsu rushed to your aid. When Kise’s cries begin
to die down to sniffles, his leader touches him on the shoulder. Kise looks up,
eyes red rimmed and blood staining his shirt.

“Can you stand?” .

Looking down at you one last time, Kise caresses your
cheek, choking out, “Sleep well, _____cchi, I’ll…I’ll see you again someday.”
He lays you down, grasping Kasamatsu’s hand with one covered in blood. “Come
on, it’s time to return the favor,” he vows, eyes going dark.  

Kuroko

“Kuroko, I…I’m so sorry,” Kiyoshi mumbles. Your body lays on
Kuroko’s bed, a vicious rope burn evident on your neck. The members of Seirin
who found you hanging couldn’t leave you like that, opting to cut you down
before calling their leaders. Hyuuga reprimands them in the next room but he’s surprisingly
quiet in doing so, the loss of your life seemingly at your own hands weighing
heavily on the makeshift family. Kuroko’s eyes fill with tears looking at you.
Were you really so unhappy? Was there anything he could have-

His thoughts cut off when he notices something the others
missed. Kagami sees the shift in his expression, leaning closer to try to see what
his shadow does. “What is it Kuroko?” he asks drawing the attention of Riko and
Kiyoshi back to the bed.

Kuroko points to a puncture mark in the side of your neck. “She
didn’t kill herself, they sedated her then strung her up,” Kuroko announces to
the room as a whole. Everyone looks at him in shock.

“Who did?” asks Izuki.

“I don’t know yet, but I’m going to find out,” he replies
storming out of the room with Kagami in his wake. It doesn’t take long for the
rest of the gang to follow. They’ll go to hell and back again to send your
killers to their graves for what they did to you.

Kagami

Promises. Kagami has always been leery of them and for good
reason. Making promises almost always ends with someone being disappointed and
now is no exception. How could he have made that stupid promise so callously? Because
he never truly believed it would come to pass. Yet now, he here is, on a date
with someone who isn’t you because he made a promise. A foolish promise that
should anything ever happen to you, he’d move on, that he’d find love again and
be happy because you couldn’t bear the thought of him going through life alone
and miserable. And that he wouldn’t seek revenge because an eye for eye just
makes the whole world go blind.

But he knows, just as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow,
that he’s going to break both his promises in one night.

If only he hadn’t run his mouth at that rumble, if only he’d
stayed home that night, then at least you’d be dead together, dual victims of
the drive by orchestrated by Haizaki.

If only, if only, if only.

He stands, offering a half assed apology that he has to go
and walks out. He keeps walking until he reaches the gang’s hang out. Hyuuga
doesn’t question his early return, merely hands him his gun with a warning to
be careful and not get caught.

Momoi

For all her ability to anticipate her opponent’s moves, even
Momoi can be caught off guard and this time the cost of oversight is too much.
Her ears are still ringing from the explosion, her body sore from being thrown
violently by the shock wave of the car bomb. Standing slowly, grit and tar
clinging to her skin, she stares in disbelief at the mangled form of her lover’s
car, his body completely obliterated. Hysterical, she runs towards the flames,
caught at the last second by Aomine who she fights against in desperation. “He’s
gone, Satsuki!” shouts the blue hair. She looks in his eyes, shaking her head. With
gentleness unknown to be possible, Aomine touches her cheek and nods. “I’m
sorry, but he’s gone.” He allows her to collapse in his arms, holding her up.
Meeting the eyes of his fellow gang members he hisses, “Nobody sleeps until the
fucker who did this is six feet under.”

Can I have the whole team TFS (KnB) with letters A, I, L, N, S (sorry if it’s too much) thank you so much love ;)

I didn’t
even know this was a thing and I’m SO IN LOVE WITH THIS TEAM YES PLEASE!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Kasamatsu:
Spoons
up behind you and nuzzles the back of your neck, whispering all the things he
wants to say to you that he’s too nervous to say to your face, actually hoping
you’re asleep because he’s so embarrassed but doesn’t really mind if you hear
because he means every word.

Kiyoshi: Flat on
his back with you on top, running his hands up and down your body gently as you
either lay in comfortable silence, fall asleep or just have pillow talk.

Takao: Already
answered. Tucks you into his arms for pillow talk (jokes) and makes you giggle
with feather light touches and nuzzles. He loves bathing in your afterglow, so
there will be moments where he stops talking and just stares at you while
touching your face.

Himuro: Plays with
your hair and kisses you gently while having pillow talk.

Mayuzumi: Snuggles
into the blankets and draws you close to him to fall asleep together.

Momoi: Mentally
makes notes of what her man enjoyed before snuggling flush against him and
falling asleep.

 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic
aspect…) 

Kasamatsu:
Kasamatsu
is a nervous wreck at first, avoiding eye contact and blushing bright enough to
look like he has a sunburn. But he wants to make you feel good, so he’ll push
through his discomfort and focus on giving you what you want. He needs lots of
verbal cues and encouragement. Just be patient, he’ll get the hang of it.

Kiyoshi: Surprisingly
confident even though he can be such a goofball. He’ll ask you questions if he’s
unsure but overall, he sets a steady pace and keeps you both moving forward,
allowing you to do what you want and vice versa.

Takao: A mix of
silly and sexy, Takao likes to keep things lighthearted every now and again but
when he really gets focused his voice drops an octave and he increases the
intensity of his touch and kiss to let you know he’s shifting from playful to
needful.

Himuro: Super
romantic, he’ll literally charm the pants (or skirt) right off of you. He’s
more vocal (in that he’ll speak more) and will sweet talk/dirty talk you into a
state of bliss. Alex has given him some tips so he applies those as well.

Mayuzumi: Quiet but
effective, he uses his actions over words to communicate his feelings. He doesn’t
let people in that easily so going this far with him is quiet impressive.

Momoi: Really
enjoys being taken care by her lover and appreciates when he takes charge. She’s
constantly having to take care of Aomine (and the rest of the team of Too) so
having someone let her lay back and enjoy herself is precious to her.

 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Kasamatsu:
His
or your bedroom preferably with locked doors. Kasamatsu isn’t very confident in
his sexual prowess at the beginning so having the security of seclusion with no
interruptions is key for him.

Kiyoshi: The
shower. Kiyoshi loves the feel of your body slicked up and wet pressed up
against his equally hot and wet body. Just don’t let him go too long holding
you up because of his knee.

Takao: Takao has
an armless chair in his room that is so comfortable for having you ride him. It
allows his hands to roam freely and gives you more control of speed and
penetration adding to both of your pleasure.

Himuro: A shared
onsen. Himuro will love the thrill of possibly being seen and the feel of your
body semi-weightless is amazing.

Mayuzumi: Also
prefers the bedroom, away from possibility of interruption or prying eyes. He
wants both of your focus completely on each other.

Momoi: A bit of a
bad girl, Momoi wouldn’t mind being taken in the locker room or a storage closet
every now and again. Both her and her babe are usually super busy so having a
quickie in either location is an option.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Kasamatsu:
Anyone
walks in? It’s over. His hard on is gone and he’s either blushing like a fool
or yelling his head off at whoever (usually Kise) interrupted.

Kiyoshi: Similar to
Kuroko, he values kindness and being a good person. If you’re rude or overbearing,
it’s a huge turn off for him.

Takao: Already
answered. If you’re too serious. Takao needs someone he can joke around and
laugh with so if you’re so stiff and rigid or just can’t take a joke, he’ll
likely decide to move on to someone more fun.

Himuro: Don’t even
think about flirting with Taiga…like…AT ALL. They finally got their brothership
back on course and he will not appreciate even a light teasing that you may be
interested in his brother. Just…don’t try to make him jealous, it won’t end
well.

Mayuzumi: Being too
clingy. Mayuzumi needs his personal space and if you’re continually invading it
he’ll get annoyed and most likely tell you to take a permanent hike.

Momoi: Does not
discuss her previous romantic encounters. Those are private and not up for
discussion so don’t ask.

 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how
long do they last…)

Kasamatsu:
Initially,
one round of actual sex and maybe another of oral. He doesn’t last long because
it’s all so new but just like in the sport he loves, he’ll practice to improve.

Kiyoshi: Good level
of stamina and can go a couple rounds as long as his knees isn’t acting up.
Then he’ll most like be able to go one round and the rest of the time will have
to ask you to the be one on top. Not that either of you mind.

Takao: Already
answered. Takao has a good amount
of energy and the years he’s spent playing basketball have helped him hone the
art of body and energy control. He’ll likely be able to go two or three rounds
lasting a decent amount of time.

Himuro: He’s in
good shape and focused, so Himuro can last a good long while opting longer
sessions rather than increased number of rounds.

Mayuzumi: Somewhat
low stamina given his partially sedentary nature. He’s good for a round or two
but not more than that.

Momoi: If she can
keep up with the GOM’s and all the aspects of being their friends, then she can
keep up with multiple sessions of significant length.

Please send requests for the AU events Bad Boys and
Supernatural! 

Details here

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.”