#momoi satsuki imagines

[active-mind-15]

I had a silly little KNB idea based on the "of course" trend going around on Tik Tok

Kuroko: we're the Teiko basketball team. Of course we shoot laser beams out of our hands when we're playing basketball. You thought that was special effects?

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Kise: we're the Teiko basketball team. Of course everyone has a gimmick like we're members of an early 2000s boy band. I'm the good-looking one, by the way.

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Midorima: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course everyone has insufferable personalities that make us incapable of befriending anyone who's not part of the club.

Aomine in the distance: speak for yourself, loser!

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Aomine: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course we have inhuman strength and abilities that surpass NBA players despite all of us being between the ages of 13 and 16.

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Momoi: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course we have data on every basketball player in the district down to their blood type and social security number. Doesn't everybody?

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Murasakibara: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course we... what was my line?

Kise, out of frame: Not again!

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Akashi: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course we have cheesy nicknames for every one of our abilities. We're middle schoolers, what did you expect?

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Haizaki: this trend is stupid, I'm not doing it.

Nijimura, appearing behind Haizaki and gripping his shoulder: wanna repeat what you just said???

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Nijimura, holding a beat-up and barely conscious Haizaki: we're the Teiko basketball team, of course as a senior I have to play the role of a single parent and make sure these brats behave.

Akashi, out of frame: Nijimura-san, I think Haizaki stopped breathing.

Nijimura, unfazed: he'll be alright.

[kagaomine510]

Momoi: I’m not a hater, but-

Aomine: Don’t worry, I am.

[honeyseeto]

It’s a Start (Kagami x Momoi)

At the time, neither of them could’ve predicted how things would turn out.

Both were unfamiliar with each other. With nothing in common other than their love for basketball (and more or less Kuroko), it was unlikely that the two would form a connection. 

And, somehow, they did.

When Kagami found her, she was crouching in an alleyway just a few meters from Maji Burger, crying. Tears fell down her face as her hands roughly rubbed them away. Her stance was defenceless, completely unaware of her surroundings as she was caught up in her emotions.

Kagami wasn’t the type to get involved in others’ businesses. However, things were different if the person was his best friend’s close friend. 

In a rough and slightly awkward voice, he greeted her prompting the girl to jump in fright as a shriek escaped from her mouth. 

When she saw him, her puffy eyes widened and she hastily stood up to greet him.

“Kagamin!”

That horrid nickname. Kagami hated the nickname and tried on numerous occasions to get her to abandon it to no avail. She was a persistent one. Stubborn to. 

Pushing down the urge to correct her, he asked her what she was doing sobbing her eyes out in an alleyway.

A blunt way of putting it but Kagami wasn’t one to sugarcoat things (nor was he able to).

He instantly regretted saying anything when he noticed her eyes tearing up again as she burst into another round of tears. What’s more baffling is that she used him as a pillow and buried her head in his chest causing Kagami to stiffen and awkwardly pat her back. 

After she finished crying, she realised what she’d done and quickly pulled away while apologising to him for getting his jersey damp. 

He said it was fine but out of guilt, she invited him for a meal at Maji Burger. 

Kagami was never one to turn down a free meal and readily agreed.

The two made their way into the restaurant, gave their orders, and found a seat near the window. 

Momoi looked pitifully at her empty purse and at Kagami’s massive pile of burgers.

Never mind. What’s done is done.

“So, you never answered my question,” Kagami said taking a big bite of his teriyaki burger.��“Why were you crying there? It’s not safe for girls to be in those kinds of places by themselves.”

Momoi knew he meant well in his questioning and answered him truthfully whilst wiping her nose.

“It’s...stupid really. I got in a fight with Da- Aomine-kun and he said some hurtful things...” she pursed her lips before snorting. “Though, you’d think I’d be used to it by now.”

“He’s definitely a jerk,” Kagami agreed easily. 

The two exchanged words quite easily. It wasn’t difficult when the subject of the conversation revolved around a person they held strong feelings for. The said feelings being respect, annoyance, and friendship.

Before they knew it, the subject eventually changed from Aomine to basketball and further branched out into other topics. Unknowingly, both parties seemed to be wrapped up in the conversation and enjoyed chatting with the other.

At one point, they realised the time which was pretty late and they decided to end things for today. 

Momoi went into the restaurant feeling miserable and pathetic but walked out with a bright smile on her face. Whatever she spoke about with Kagami got her mind off the whole Aomine issue and cheered her up.

And then it began to rain. 

“...”

The two stood awkwardly outside the door and looked up at the sky that chose the perfect time to rain. 

At some point, Kagami said, “I have an umbrella...if you want to share.”

Momoi didn’t know why her heart fluttered at his words. 

With a bit of hesitation, she eventually agreed and the two shared Kagami’s umbrella as they made their way to the train station. 

Both of them stiffly walked and occasionally brushed shoulders against the other. Although, it was more like Momoi’s shoulder and Kagami’s upper arm brushing against each other. 

Through much tension, the two finally arrived at their destination.

Standing opposite each other, Momoi felt her cheeks heat up slightly. 

“T-Thanks for today, Kagamin. I was able to cheer up thanks to you,” she uttered. 

Kagami coughed and rubbed neck with a bit of embarrassment. 

“It’s nothing,” he replied stiffly. “Don’t...Don’t listen to what that jerk says. He an idiot.”

Momoi giggled, “That he is.” (But so are you)

They fell into silence once again until Momoi’s train arrived. 

She glanced up at Kagami. It was unknown what she was thinking but to his shock, she tiptoed up while pulling his jersey down and planted a swift peck on his cheek before bolting inside the train. 

Kagami was left in a state of shock as his face slowly turned red.

Inside the train, Momoi buried her own red face in her palms. 

‘I’ve done it now,’ she thought shamefully. 

But...she didn’t regret it. A soft smile formed on her lips when she looked up and saw his stunned figure standing in the same spot as her train moved further and further away.

As for Kagami, he eventually recovered his bearings and stiffly made his way to his own platform unable to get the pink-haired girl out of his mind. 

For the first time in his life, his heart rate sped up for something other than basketball.

Two people, a coincidental meeting and a connection formed. 

What will become of their relationship now?

Well, that’s left to your imagination.

[active-mind-15]

I needed more of the Teiko gang being normal silly teenagers

I'm obsessed with these manga pages from the teiko arc

The two friend groups

Ones chilling playing some piano and the others about to break a window

[lamnwar]

Come here, old man ♡ // Harasawa Katsunori x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

A/N: ABSOLUTELY not requested, this is ridiculously self indulgent and I got so into it that it's like... 6.3k words on how much I need that man 😭😭 @sennkawaa @chaotic-nick I did us harasawa girlies a service with this one, hope yall enjoy it <333

Context: a chance encounter with a hot old man makes you loose your sanity.

Warnings: age gap (around 20 yrs assuming reader is in university), alcohol consumption but they have sex sober, aomine being a bitch during his 2 sec of screentime, handjob, oral (f! receiving), mention of unprotected sex but they wear a condom, implied praise kink (reader), coach harasawa is kinda desperate (poor man hasn't got good pussy in months 😔)

Never in your life did you think you'd sleep with a guy old enough to be your dad, yet here you are – caged under the basketball coach's surprisingly toned body, his wavy locks falling in your face.

It's honestly nothing but the result of an unexpected chain of events. What were you, but a simple girl with too much sweetness in your voice and lust in your eyes? Nothing, absolutely not a single star in the sky, could have foreseen such event. While you do appreciate older guys, it never crossed your mind to go after someone who could easily be your senior by twenty years. The single thought of being with a man closer in age to your parents than to you is enough to draw you away from such big age gap. But all that, all that you trusted to be an unmovable preference of yours; it all went down the drain the moment you laid your eyes on Harasawa Katsunori.

It started with a simple invitation from your university friend. Ever since meeting Satsuki Momoi during orientation, you learned of Tōō High School’s basketball team in their prime – the players, their best matches, and their greatest opponents, almost as if you attended that school yourself and was on the bench during every match, witnessing the plays of Tōō’s basketball team. At some point, you got to meet Daiki Aomine, the prodigious player who was at the centre of most of the things Satsuki told you about her former team. He was quite a sight – tall, dark, and handsome, almost hot enough to make you see past his nonchalance and laziness. And in the following months, you came to meet most of the team – or at least, those who were playing during Satsuki’s time as Tōō’s manager.

A special bunch, you noticed, asking yourself how sweet and soft Satsuki got to spend almost every single one of her high school days surrounded by these guys without going insane. Yet, you couldn’t help but stare at them with softness in your eyes, the bond between these boys being endearing. Growing apart, yet never forgetting each other – their recurrent meetings for a shared meal or drink, and for some reason you’d be there because they grew to like you enough not to mind your presence. Never in your life would you have imagined being hanging out with a bunch of big dudes, fairly intimidating ones at that, only to find out that they were no less of goofballs as any other guy their age. You always watched them with a faint smile on your face, quite like an outsider that knows too much about them.

So it was not much of a surprise when they invited you, in a collective feeling of nostalgia for their high school days, to watch Tōō play at the Winter Cup’s semi-finals. You said yes, although you wished you could have witnessed the boys on the court instead of these new players, but it didn’t feel right to turn down the invitation just for this reason. But all that didn’t matter anyway, the moment you stepped foot in the court. You stood back, blown by the ambiance – the cheers, the squeaking of the shoes on the wooden floor, the balls bouncing on every surface. There you were, in Tōō’s tribune with alumni, mind blown as if you were attending some high-level sports event (wasn’t it just high school basketball?).

“Oh look! It’s us!” exclaimed your friends, as their former team walked in from the lockers.

Your interest piqued, you looked down, meeting the sight of yet another tribe of giant teenage boys, surrounded by the kind of aura that made it clear that this was serious business for them. But your eyes quickly trailed to the man leading them, as if your eyes were meant to see him, and only him. Time ceased, granting you with eternity so you could take in every feature of this gorgeous man. From his wavy locks to the way his striped shirt was so neatly tucked in his dress pants. The tall, slender figure of a man who looked mature, yet so fine that you couldn’t wish that he was younger. No, there was such a charm in the small wrinkles in the corner of his mouth, and the slight bags under his tired eyes that were looking up at you…

Wait. Was he looking at you or is it your brain seeing what it wanted?

“Coach, over here!”

Ah, that made more sense. It wasn’t about you, you were merely a member of the public like others, just standing between his former players. You watched, processing your embarrassment, while he smiled politely in the direction of your friends. You would have melted in place if that smile was aimed at you, but it wasn’t. You sat, looking anywhere but at him. Nothing would kill your soul like him catching you staring like a creep. But the minute he diverted his attention back to his actual players, you couldn’t help the urge. Something about that man, so calm yet commanding, it made your stomach churn and twist.

And so you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him the whole forty minutes of play. Eyes diverting from the court every once in a while, just to see him stare at the game intensely, eyebrows furrowed as you guessed that he was thinking about the next best strategy for his players – not that they really needed to change anything to the way they played, if you referred yourself to the score board. When the final whistle blow, a jaw-dropping 108-65 for Tōō got the whole gymnasium on fire, the first one to express their joy being your friends. Hell, even Daiki smiled, showing a bit of care for his former team. Naturally, you looked back at the gorgeous man at the head of this whole team. He had the slightest smile tugging at his lips, but you guessed that winning was no exception for him. It was impressive.

“Girl, you comin’? We’re going to the lockers.”

You jolted at Daiki’s voice. Not just because he wouldn’t usually talk to you, but mainly because it made you realise how much you’d cut off from reality just to stare at your new crush – if you could only call it that.

“Can I come?” you asked, hesitantly. You weren’t a Tōō alumni like your friends, it felt a bit out of place to meet the team in their locker room.

“If I’m telling you, dummy.”

“Daiki! Don’t talk to her like that!” Satsuki scolded the blue-haired man, before turning to you with the sweetest smile, “of course you can tag along.”

And so you did, totally unaware of were that would have led you. You followed close behind Satsuki, feeling like you would when you were just a kid, attending some function with your parents and hiding behind their frame in shyness. It wasn’t like you, but the idea that you may fall face to face with the coach had you feeling out of your habitual state, like a silly teenage girl experiencing her first crush. But that alone would not be much of an issue – no, it probably was more on the fact that he was old enough to be your dad (well, he’d be a quite young dad if it was the case, but still!). And you couldn’t bring yourself to telling Satsuki – let alone any of the boys – how you felt about their former coach.

A guilty attraction that followed you to a nearby bar you all went to after, the middle-aged man unable to refuse the invitation out of nostalgia, or maybe because he couldn’t pass the offer for a nice glass of whiskey after a championship match. You sat at one end, thinking of yourself free of any awkward interaction with him from that position; oh honey, how wrong were you. It was ridiculous, really. It turned out that a bunch of basketball players needed an awful lot of leg space, prompting them to move around so everyone could be comfortably seated. Almost as if you were the main character to a cliché story, you ended face to face to the man you were trying so hard to avoid.

“It feels weird that you’re all old enough to drink now” he contemplated, swinging the honey-coloured drink in his glass.

Ah yes, right. He knew your friends when they were young and angsty. He was probably a big part of who they were now – the young adults you befriended without thinking much about it. And here you were, a mere stranger at a table of old friends, out of place but not deigning to leave. Somewhat, the thought of him being a mentor to these boys warmed your heart. Something about men being nurturing was oddly attractive to you.

“But I haven’t introduced myself to you, have I?” you blinked, wondering who he was talking to.

It is you, idiot!

You nodded your head, gulping your drink. What were you? Some fool who didn’t know how to talk? He let out a breathy chuckle at your face (probably).

“Katsunori Harasawa, coach of Tōō Academy’s basketball club.”

You repeated the name to yourself, muttering it as you hid your lips behind your glass of liquor. You liked the way his name rolled off your tongue, like a song. He had a pretty name, almost as pretty as he was. You sat there, smiling as you introduced yourself – but there wasn’t much to say. You were a student, Satsuki’s classmate, daughter to normal parents, raised in a quiet neighbourhood. No one extraordinary, not even a fan of basketball. But strangely, it didn’t matter all that much to him.

As the glasses emptied and refilled again and again, and you were way too far gone to even care about how you could be perceived, you might have seen him smile. An ever so charming smirk painted on his rose lips, ones he’d moisture with a gulp of whiskey. He’d let the hard liquor drop down his throat without wincing, and that’s how you knew he was a man way out of your league. It didn’t matter how nice he was to you, despite having no prior ties to you; or how nice his laugh was, when his former players would talk shit. Katsunori Harasawa was a man way beyond your scope, someone you’d admire all night hiding behind your glass, while your heart would pound the minute he looked your way.

And the next morning, all that felt like a dream. A weird hallucination of your infatuation for Satsuki and Daiki’s former basketball coach. Maybe you imagined him – he was way too much to your taste to be real. And yet, your mind kept wandering all day, at the most random times. Thoughts of that dark strand of hair he’d twist around his fingers when yesterday’s match was a tad too stressful, while you brushed your teeth. Thoughts of his nicely fitted white shirt and the tie he’d tug loose when you were out for drinks, while you ate your lunch. Thoughts of his sharp eyes and the small wrinkles that would appear when he smiled, while you were sitting in your 2PM lecture. Thoughts of his fine features, the ones you could stare at for days without ever getting bored of them, while you were buying some eggs.

Just thoughts of him, all day, haunting you to the point where you were questioning your own sanity. It’s not like you, not even in the slightest. For all the people you’d been attracted to in your life, no one had occupied your mind quite like coach Harasawa. And you wondered, what could it be? Was it the fact that he was out of your reach, someone to admire from afar? Or the fact that you couldn’t process your attraction to someone easily twenty years your senior? A swarm of obsession, the kind you were breaking your mind to understand. The kind that distracted you from reality, as you aimed on your way to the station, not even realising that the sky was getting darker. Too lost in your inner turmoil of trying to rationalise your thoughts and feelings, to feel the droplets of rain fall on your skin. It took you being almost entirely soaked, bag pressed against your chest in a poor attempt of protecting its content from the water as you cursed yourself for not checking the weather app before leaving home.

“Need a ride?”

You blinked, not sure if you were hearing well. Usually, you’d walk away in a hurry at any man who would drive next to you asking if you’d want to hop in. And for a brief second, you wondered if it wasn’t just your mind hearing what it wanted to hear.

But it wasn’t. Behind the droplets of rain that fell before your eyes was the man of your thoughts.

“Coach Harasawa..?”

“Come on, you’ll get sick if you don’t get some cover.”

You silently went over to the passenger seat, settling there while you watched the drops on your skin, sliding down to the car mat and leaving a dark puddle under you. The heat of his car was somewhat comforting, till you were reminded that it was his car.

“Do you live far from here?” He asked, eyes focused on the road ahead.

“Two stations away” you spoke, surprised by the sound of your own voice.

It was weird to talk to him, considering how you were thinking till just now that he might have just been a sweet creation of your imagination. But he was very real. You could see him blink, and the way the air conditioner would blow softly on the thin hair on his forearms.

“Come and dry off at my place, then I’ll drive you to the station.”

As all kinds of thoughts rushed through your mind at a speed that exceeded one of your words flow, you tried to decline the offer. It was not right, in anyways, to follow him home. At the back of your head came back the multiple times in your childhood when your parents would tell you not to follow a stranger anywhere. You grew up skittish and with fairly apparent trust issues, at this instant, it wasn’t the case anymore.

“You don’t have to but thank you.” You replied, unable to look in his direction without feeling flustered.

“I can’t let you take the train all drenched, it’s the least I can do.”

You couldn’t argue against him. He was right, in some way. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind drying off a bit. The way your wet clothes were clinging to your body was uncomfortable to say the least, but that wasn’t even the worst. It was the way your makeup was erased by the few drops that fell on your face, and the way your hair got frizzy. And you had to be seen by him in that state. Not that you’ve been the kind to care all that much about your appearance, but it didn’t feel right to look like a mess next to a man who was so well groomed.

And it didn’t feel right either when you stepped in his apartment – so neat and simple, yet homely. It matched him so well, giving the aura of something way too classy for someone who, at the end of the day, was no more than the coach of a high school basketball team. You let your drenched shoes at the door, soggy socks leaving trails behind you as you took each step hesitantly.

“Wait, I’ll give you a towel. Would you want a change of clothes, too?”

“Huh? No need, I’ll head out right after anyway, I don’t want to be a bother.” You urged, clearly out of place in his home.

Your presence felt invasive; you were no one to him. Not a friend, not even a former student. He’d only met you last night, wasn’t it absurd to ask so much from him? For all you knew, he didn’t even remember your name, maybe just your face. He was probably being nice and caring out of his habit of taking care of unhinged teenagers.

“It’s spring, y/n. Evenings are still cold.”

You sighed, a part of you warmed by his words. He sounded like a doting mother, which contrasted with his rather stern look. It was getting harder for you to say no, so eventually, you folded and took the t-shirt and sweatpants he handed you, walking to his bathroom, hoping that you were the only one hearing the thumping of your heart in the silence of his apartment.

It felt surreal, you thought to yourself as you undressed and patted your skin dry. The kind of coincidence you’d only see in a cheesy romance story, far from realistic or even logical. The materialisation before your eyes of the man of your thoughts alone was way too good to be true; but being here, at his? That was beyond your comprehension. The way his pants were barely too big for you reminded you of his small waist, the one held by the sinch pair of slacks he was wearing when you saw him yesterday. Even today, he was wearing a rather formal attire, even a tie. A purple tie that was now hanging loosely around his neck when you walked out of the bathroom, seeing him standing over some papers. It was such an ordinary sight, but every single little detail about it caught your eyes as if you were looking at an artist’s magnum opus.

“Thank you for the clothes and for lending me your bathroom” you said, with a slight polite bow.

It was weird and awkward, and somehow, it made him smile a bit.

“No problem at all.”

He was nice, too nice. Part of you hesitated to be too blunt, scared of appearing rude or too prying to him, but you had to ask, because it might just be better to be honest.

“If I may, why are you helping me out?” you asked, unable to look at him in the face. “I mean, I’m not your student or… anything, really.”

You simply saw his slim fingers on the dark wood of the table, as he put down the papers he was so seriously analysing. You felt bad for a second, heart beating in at an anxious rhythm while you longed for a reply.

“Huh? It just felt right. Besides…” he sighed, pulling a chair out for him to sit on it. “My players like you, don’t they?”

“Is that reason enough to invite a girl you barely know to your place?”

You followed your words with a short gasp, realizing that you’d spilled your thoughts with no second guessing. Crazy enough, in this situation where you had been overly cautious, this might just be the first time you were honest.

“Aren’t you a blunt one?” he raised an eyebrow, following by a quaint chuckle. “Can’t argue with you on that one, though. It isn’t quite my most rational decision, but I’d argue that I still know you a bit.”

“Is that so?” you mused, resting yourself on a chair.

“You’re quite talkative when you drink, you know?”

The flustered look on your face drew a light laugh out of the man’s lips, but to your opinion it was far from amusing. While, yes, you were well aware of the fact that you had a tendency to run your mouth when inebriated, your biggest issue was certainly the possibility of you saying something you shouldn’t have last night. And as you expected him to elaborate on that – potentially digging your grave – he simply got up, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

“Care to accompany me?”

You chuckled nervously. “I mean, should I? What if I end up saying too much?”

“What do you think that is, some interview?” he clicked his tongue, a glass landing in front of you. “It’ll warm your insides, trust me on this one.”

“Talking just like a dad.”

He scoffed, the sound making you feel just as warm as the liquor that flowed down your throat. He was nice, as much as you wanted to question that, he undoubtedly was. You didn’t feel like letting your guards down yet, but maybe you were too vigilant. Maybe it was the first impression you had of him, when he walked on the court last evening, suit pressed and face stern – dark eyes scanning the court and the way he commanded a bunch of overly energetic boys. Or it was what his relationship to your friends – a mentor or a father figure, someone they trusted and loved years after last being under his care.

So how could you not be scared of him, even in the slightest? How could you not be terrified at the idea of being stupid in front of him?

Well, eventually, you weren’t. Not once you’d emptied your glass, asking him for seconds. You were getting too comfortable, but it started to feel just right the more you got accustomed to being here, alone with him. Comfortable enough to get in his kitchen, determined to give back for his kindness in some ways.

“I’ll make us snacks, can’t drink on an empty stomach my parents say” you hummed, after getting his permission to rummage his fridge.

��How many drinks do you expect to share with me?”

“Hm?” you pouted in reflection, patting yourself as if you were trying to gauge something, “till I’m fully dry, I guess. But I’m only halfway there.”

“You know what? I don’t mind the company.” He nodded, pouring the both of you another drink. “It gets boring being alone sometimes.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend or something?” you asked as you prepared a plate of appetizers, but you were quick to answer your own question. “Ah… I guess you don’t, if I’m here alone with you.”

Your words escaped your mouth without much thought or intent behind them, leaving you both in a lingering silence. For once, he was the flustered one – almost as if your words were projectiles hitting him right where it shouldn’t. You figured you were better off not adding to it, retreating in silence as you walk back to the dining table, nervously sipping on your drink.

“Is that an issue to you?” His voice broke the streak of quiet, forcing you to glance in his direction.

“I don’t have the right to any opinion on your private life.”

He shook his head, a soft chuckle coming out of his lips, “it’s alright, you can think what you want. And by letting you in my house, I’ve kind of made you entitled to judgement, haven’t I?”

“That’s one way of seeing it.”

“So? I feel like you’re an honest one but that you’ve been holding back” he remarked, and you couldn’t argue against it in any way.

He had you figured out, which was no surprise coming from a man whose job was to strategize and read people. You suddenly felt vulnerable, a sense of loss taking over you; yet you weren’t playing any games. It was mostly you, putting things in your head and reacting at the way things unfolded in what felt right – or so you would conclude, after a long series of thoughts that with retrospective, was based on speculation.

“You want my opinion on the fact that you’re single, that’s it?” You cocked an eyebrow, for some reason embarrassed by the request.

“It’s more that I know that you want to say something but you’re not doing it.”

You let out a breathy laugh, taking a sip of liquid courage. Ah shit, I’m gonna say it.

“I’m glad that you’re single. Here, said it.”

You took your breath, heart beating like crazy that you even said it. It wasn’t even a confession, but it wasn’t nothing either. Your words travelled straight to his head, the meaning so clear that you couldn’t even lie your way out.

“I figured.”

The calm with which he expressed himself was unsettling. You were a mess, unprepared and with no exit plan. No one prepared you to this, to the humiliation of your crush, who was significantly older than you, figuring out your attraction for him.

“Ah…” You groaned, slumping on your chair, “this is humiliating.”

“It isn’t. Not at all.”

You didn’t dare look up, but he was there. He was standing, leaning towards your chair. His voice was soft, like a feather that caressed your ears.

“I don’t understand.” You let out, in clear confusion.

“It’s frankly flattering that I caught your eyes. I’m overworked and I dress fancy to tell a bunch of teenage boys how to play with balls. I’m not really a prized bachelor by standards.”

You chuckled, genuinely amused by his words. In some ways, it made you feel better, more at ease in this instant. But you’d argue that he was wrong in multiple way. Katsunori Harasawa was a suave man, one that had such delicacy in his self that you wouldn’t even care about any of the defaults he found for himself.

“Don’t ask me why I like you, I just do.” You looked up at him, meeting his sharp dark pupils, and it made your heart jump.

You couldn’t tell why, but it felt right in that moment to lean in to leave a soft kiss on his mouth. You could cry at how soft his lips were – the taste of honey and cinnamon from the whiskey you were both drinking, and the scent of his perfume coming to you from the proximity of your bodies. And to your surprise, he kissed you back. He did, cupping your face gently and tilting it to the right angle so he could get a better taste of your sweet mouth.

And now, here you are. You can’t even make a sensical thought, not when his warm hands are travelling down your body, lifting your shirt up with urgency. His touch gets you dizzy – too far gone to even question what you are doing. All you’re able to do is tug on his hair, soft whimpers leaving your lips as you cover his face with kisses of all sorts. He laughs softly – how sweet are you, an adorable little thing in his hold. He stands back, taking in the sight of you. Your messy hair, his t-shirt rolled up above your gorgeous breasts, those pretty eyes that look up at him with the kind of need that he hasn’t seen in years.

“Pretty…” he mutters, lips trailing down your neck to your chest, leaving traces in their wake.

You blush – you feel silly, all flustered by the words of a man, when you are the one who initiated all this with a kiss. But you can’t deny the way his hands and lips touch you, proof of the years of experience he has on you. He is smooth in his transitions, the wet kisses you were feeling on your neck mere seconds ago now marking your chest. His breath is hot against your hardened nipples; he is so close, but he still doesn’t get to your sensitive buds, no matter how much they beg for his attention. No, coach Harasawa vows to take his sweet time with you. Your desperate sounds are nothing but a nice song to his ears, the soundtrack to his ministrations that exalts his senses and his cock. You can feel him hard against your thigh, the simple sensation driving you insane.

You squirm, desperately kissing him as your own hands slide down his torso, untucking his shirt from his pants and clumsily unbutton them. His skin is pale and warm, like a tropical beach, and it makes you melt, the way he feels under the pad of your fingers. You trace the outline of his muscles, proof of the carrier as a professional player that he mentioned yesterday. You had no reason to doubt him, but you were far from imagining that his body would have still been toned. It is a delicious mix of softness and firmness, one that you want to cling to.

“Can I touch you, coach?” you ask, tone too innocent for the kind of demand you’re making.

He stands back, unbuckling his belt as he clicks his tongue.

“Don’t call me that, it’s what the boys call me.”

“Are we on first name basis, then?” you question him, helping him out of his pants.

Your palms rest over his bulge, taking in the size of it. Akin a sun, it is a life beating in your hold. He hisses, sensitive – your touch is delicate and curious, and he could melt at the way you look at him with so much need.

“I think it’s totally appropriate given that your hands are on my penis” he replies, following his words with a soft laugh.

You would never peg him for a jokester, but apparently, he has some humour. You giggle – although flustered by the bluntness of his words. He is, indeed, in the hold of your hands, as you stroke him gently. He is a man of composure, but your touch could easily make his resolve waver.

“Katsunori… aah! It’s weird calling you that” you groan, looking away. The way his name rolls out your tongue feels weird, but he couldn’t disagree more.

Every word that falls of your lips is the prettiest sound to be in the man’s opinion, especially his name. It feels intimate, the way you say it. He shivers, grabbing your chin to kiss your lips softly.

“You’re doing a great job pretty, keep going and I might fuck you right away.”

“Ah? I thought you were more of gentleman.”

He chuckles, fingers tangling in your hair and tilting your head back, planting an eager kiss on your lips. The honey and cinnamon taste of whiskey on his tongue melts you, reducing your entire self to a simple being of pleasure. You’re so cute like that, he thinks, a nice girl that wants him, simply. He’s found himself warmed every night by the arms of solitude for so long, that your presence – your body, so close to him – feels like a breath of fresh air. Here you are, the first ray of sun after a cold winter, with your eyes sparkling with admiration and lust, and your hands, soft and warm as they stroke his cock.

“I am a gentleman, but you do make it hard for me to behave like one.” He smiles, fingers delicately angling your face towards him. “You look at me like a starved woman, how long has it been for you, hm?”

You pout, the sight of you like that making the blood course through his body to his hardened cock, throbbing in your hands. He’s right – you haven’t had sex in quite a few months, probably explaining in parts your insatiable thirst for the man; but he shouldn’t have put you in the spotlight like that! You would love to huff and puff, making a fuss for the way he’s got you figured out, but he doesn’t even give you the time to.

Once again, you can’t explain how you’ve found yourself in this predicament. He’s got you on your back, breathing heavily as he rolls your panties down your legs. You want to hide yourself at the sudden exposition, but you fail to. His hands prop your legs open, kisses trailing all over your thighs. What a sight, one of your glistening cunt begging for attention, and Katsunori Harasawa can only think of making it his. Every part of it calls for him – for his fingers, for his tongue, for his cock.

“I’m gonna taste you, is that ok with you, doll?” he asks, breath fanning over your erect clitoris.

The question is unnecessary, the answer is evident. You nod eagerly, a small hum coming out of your lips.

“Ah, ah… wanna here a clear answer.” He urges, leaving kisses on your inner thighs.

You groan, face buried in the palms of your hands as you feel yourself blush like a silly girl. He’s a man, you figure, your weak sounds are nearly not enough for him.

“Yeah... it’s ok” you finally say.

It’s all it takes for him to give you what you crave – at last. His tongue laps at your slit, tasting your sweet nectar and you writhe under his ministration. Your fingers tangling in his wavy locks, pushing them away from his face to look at him as he devours you. It makes you smile between your soft moans, the way this man eats you out with a kind of passion you’ve never experienced. Little do you know, that he hasn’t been with someone for so long. It’s more due to circumstances of life than anything else, but he is indeed a starving man. Seeking touch and warmth in ways he himself wasn’t aware of, until this very moment where he has you writhing under him, your essence on his tongue. He hums at the taste – sweet, like the rarest honey, and your fingers tangling in his hair. He rejoices in the melody of your cries, the wordless pleas for more. What a sweet thing you are, a puddle of desire in his hold.

“Fuck, gonna…”

“Yeah? Let it out, doll.” He coos, pacing his tongue like you want him too, willing to take you to a place of ecstasy.

You whimper, feeling an impending explosion coming. How long has it been, since a man last made you come so fast? It’s blinding, a mirror reflecting white as your thighs threaten to close around his head. He holds them still, watching you unfold as he gives you a last teasing lap – more for him than for you, in all honesty, just so he can get a last taste of you. Under the music of your pants, he stands back, watching you. You’re a sight like no other – naked on his bed, the hills and valleys of your body, an endless land all for him to explore. His cock hard in his hand as finds a condom in his cupboard – it expires in two months, he’s in luck. At the back of your mind, though, you have the dirty fantasy of doing it raw, feeling him in the tightness of your cunt in the most intimate manner. It’s wrong, you are aware of it, but something about the man before you makes you irrational.

“Hey, I’ll push in, alright?” He whispers in your ear while you feel his tip tease your entrance.

“I can take it” you nod, your odd confidence drawing a soft laugh out of his lips.

The flushed look on your face speaks a thousand words, but your resolve doesn’t budge. You hiss at the feeling of his head in between your walls looking at the man over you. His eyes are focused on you, but his mind can only think of the warmth of your pussy. It takes everything in him not to push in his whole length – coach Harasawa isn’t usually a patient man. But with you, he must be. Every second counts, so he can feel more of you.

“You’re doing so good f’me…” he mutters, a sense of pride at the way you take in every inch.

You struggle to keep in the noises that threaten to leave your throat, too embarrassed – who moans from just that? He hasn’t moved yet, but you feel overwhelmed. Maybe it’s that whole situation. The warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the locks of hair that tickle your forehead, his grip on your hips. You don’t know, and you don’t care to know either. All that really matters is the way he slowly fucks you, as if you were made of crystal.

“Yeah, feel good?” you mewl.

“Of course, pretty” he sighs, catching your lips in a kiss, “you feel heavenly.”

His praise sends a jolt down your body, cunt clenching in response. He grunts, not expecting your walls to hold him in such a tight grip, and it makes him dizzy.

“You like it when I compliment you, hm?”

You nod, the sparkles in your eyes making his cock twitch. He strategically holds back in his thrust – you feel way too great for him to risk ending this too soon. But that languid pace drives you mad. You buck your hips to meet his, a needy whine leaving your mouth. He laughs; the message is rather clear.

“Calm down, doll, I’ll fuck you right. Here…” he coos, pushing deep enough to knock the air out of your lungs. “Shit! You were made for me, weren’t you?”

He chuckles, drunk on you. It takes a few more thrusts and more of your desperate sounds before his resolves finally breaks. You hold the sheets, mind going blank when he finally gives you what you crave. His thrusts – deep and powerful, make you twitch and squirm. He holds your body tight, in fear of you slipping away; but you aren’t going anywhere. As you sense your orgasm coming, you whine. It’s too soon, it can’t be!

But you are too far gone. Your pants and moans mix with his groans and whimpers, the symphony of your encounter sending you over the edge. Praises fall in your ears – such a pretty thing, taking me so well… good girl, come for me.

“I’m right here, make me proud.”

It’s all it really takes for you to unleash your pent-up arousal, body shaking as you’re washed over by the wave of your orgasm. He fucks you through it, relishing in the way you cling to him. It doesn’t take long till his own release approach. He stills, head buried in the crook of your neck as he lets go of all inhibitions. You gasp, overwhelmed yet head empty.

From that moment onward, Katsunori Harasawa is all you have in mind.

[chosenimagines]

Sooooo I am creative but I can't decide what I wanna write

I thought you might like to decide... At least i hope so

Enjoy voting :)

And you can of course repost it to share it with others of the KnB fandom XD

If anyone that votes, wants to be tagged in any post just hmu (or if you wanna be added to a permanent taglist for this or any other fandom)

[eunoiaaaivy]

LUXURY BRANDS I THINK THEY'LL BE AN AMBASSADOR OF [KNB VER]

made this one for my beloved! @vespersposts

-cw: just me simping

gom + secret characters + luxury brands

a/n: not really high in the fashion field so please, i'm sorry!

MIDORIMA SHINTARO: [GEORGIO ARMANI, BURBERRY, BALENCIAGA] come on, MY MAN WOULD LOOK SO HOT WITH THEM. like bruh?? i think they suit him very much çause shintaro is a picky one and plus he looks hot with them. especially black. LIKE RAWR IT HAS ME ON A CHOKEHOLDHAHDJAJDJJDJAJJ. it just clicks that they fit him so much. he's elegant and came from a high class family so boy, it's definitely his signature along with a bmw or porsche-

AKASHI SEIJURO: [ LOUIS VUITTON, GEORGIO ARMANI, BURBERRY] another fine guy- he'd definitely nail the louis vuitton one. LIKE BRO GREW UP RICH AND YOU THINK HE WOULDN'T LOOK FINE WITH THESE!??? bruh- and don't even get me with the georgio armani one. ugh, another one who'd definitely nail the black collection. IM SO WHIPPED- definitely can turn up with an audi sports and nail that stuff.

AOMINE DAIKI: [BALENCIAGA, ROLEX, RALPH LAUREN] UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGhhhhhH, can't get enough of me picturing him in one of those photoshoots where he's holding his freaking collar and that dead look in his eye, so fierce and hot. OR JUST IMAGINE BRRUUUUUUUH, another collection with another color supposedly dark blue holding his hands like do you know that pose?? where they look like they're praying, sitting down on a stool or something cubic, and they're just kissing their hands that's in a praying position like ughhhhhhhhausyusaudhsh. DOWN BAD.

KISE RYOTA: [VALENTINO, GIORGIO ARMANI, CHANEL] CAN"T STOP THINKING ABT THE PERFUME ONE OF THE FREAKIN CHANEL ONE. UGGGGGGGGGH. that one pose where they're holding the perfume while pulling their turtle neck and looking fierce. I'M SO DEAD OH EM GEE. lilekeks i'm sorry but boy is just so fine. AND BRUH HIM WALKING FOR VALENTINO!? OH EM GEE. IMAGINE HIM OPENING WEARING SOMETHING BLACK AND BRUH ALSO CLOSING IT WEARING WHITE!?? UGHHHH-

ATSUSHI MURASIKABARA: [DOLCE AND GABBANA, BURBERRY, LOUIS VUITTON] NAUR- STOP. I NEED SPACE TO BREATH MIDORIMA WAS ALREADY ENOUGH TO KNOCK OF MY OXYGEN FROM MY LUNGSHSHSHEHSHS. anyways bruuuh, he's tall, hot, gorgeous and fit enough for modeling. Murasikabara modeling panel when? honestly, he'd slay them. Like even in the backstage?? He's not even doing anything and bruh- expect him looking hot with that louis vuitton bag wrapped around his body from right to downwards and him looking at the screen, eating lollipop, not even knowing the fact the camera was at him and he's just standing there eating the dang candy and having his hands on his pockets like 😩😩😩.

KUROKO TETSUYA: [HERMES, ROLEX, LOUIS VUITTON] UGGGGHHDHDHDHDHDH, bruh the roles one!? That one photoshoot, where he sharpens his already monotone eyes and is like looking at the camera while having arms looking like it's fixing that dang watch. LIKE UGH. AND BRUUUH HERMES!? HE'D LOOK SO FINE OH EM GEE. AND THE LOUIS VUITTON BELTS?? POSTING THEM ON HIS INSTAGRAM WEARING THEM!??? LIKE UGHHH!!!! HE JUST LOOKS SO FINE!!

Special characters!

RIKO AIDA: [CHANEL, DOLCE AND GABBANA, BALENCIAGA] BRUUUHH DOWN BAD. SHE LOOKS AMAZING! Picture her in a Chanel runway?? BRUUUUH SHE LOOKS GREAT!! ESPECIALLY IF SHE WEARS THIS?? SHE'D LOOK LIKE YOR BUT WITH SHORT HAIR. AND BRUH THE DOLCE AND GABBANA ONE!?? BRUH, DOLCE AND GABBANA IS UNIQUE YA KNOW!?? AND SHE'D SLAY THEEEMM!! I THINK THIS WOULD LOOK GOOD ON HER. IMAGINE HOW PROUD HER FATHER IS. 🥰🥰

MOMOI SATSUKI: [CHANEL, DIOR, LOUIS VUITTON] brueueueu. SHE FITS THEM LIKE BRUH- OPENING AND CLOSING A RUNWAY!? IMAGINE THE PAPARAZZI'S FOLLOWING HER AND THE FIRST THINK THEY SEE IS THE FREAKING DIOR BAG!?? BRUH DHHSHSHS. the smell of old money vibes. SO AMAZING. IM OKAY, I JUST NEED OXYGEN. but she'd look so good with them bruh. The cover for all three of those. THE RUNWAY BAGS. GUACAMOLE SHE ALSO LOOKS AMAZING. SLAYING THE RUNWAY. 😩😩

IM STILL BREATHING HARD.

© eunoiaaaivy

[active-mind-15]

House so big they can make as much noise as they want, and Akashi's dad won't hear it on the other side of the building. The staff also get happy every time this happens because they love seeing Akashi hang out with friends.

The Miracle Gen would have a watch for the olympics, its been happening since teiko and it will never stop

[peachmuses]

sociieties asked: the only reason hasn’t fallen in the pool today was because he’d willingly gotten in, and currently, he’s watching momoi and his twin, who both seem to be watching shuuzou, who seems to be watching makoto, who’s got bruises more or less all over his body. interesting. “ blossom, ” he calls out, swimming over to the edge of the pool, “ bubbles. y’all seeing what i’m seeing? ”

ryou won't get into the pool unless forced -- he doesn't like water in his face, which for some reason, satsuki thinks is the funniest thing in existence. ryou's covered - big shirt, swim trunks, and momoi's laid out in red bikini with her hair mostly piled ontop in a messy bun with a few strands. " yo-chan, do you see what i see ? " ryou looks up from their poetry book that he had grabbed, and blinks at momoi who nods subtly at makoto and when he glances over there " no way ? " momoi nods, and then her attention flits to her old captain, whose staring somewhat hard at them. ( this, momoi, thinks, could mean one or two things. a) jealousy or b) he put them there. ) otherwise there really is no reason to stare so hard at them. they watch nijimura-san together try to pull his gaze away, only for it to come right back and when og calls their nicknames, momoi nods. " of course buttercup, " she says now looking in the direction of og, and shuuzou's gaze moves from makoto to og to momoi - and then back on makoto for a moment. " yes or no opinions only, buttercup, " ryou says, as he glances at tatsuya whose also eaten up, and shakes his head. seriously, what is up with them ? " secret relationship ? hooking up only ? secretly in love with one another and won't say anything ? " satsuki giggles and stretches, arms above her head as shoulders pop, " i say secretly in love. yo-chan says only hooking up. " her arms come down and she glances at og, critical pink gaze behind pink heart sunglasses. she pushes them up, " it could be fun. imagine all three. "

[sociieties]

@peachmuses: [Text]: I stared at him for a solid five minutes because he looked like what I imagine god would look like if god was a lumberjack  / MOMOi at og

[ text ; satsuki ] girl who are you talking about [ text ; satsuki ] you can’t just say that and not say who

[vespersposts]

Reap what you sow

I update after a while, I am a bit lazy even with the blog I apologize but it's busy weeks. I will also resume the mini stories of 'Lame game' soon, for now I leave you with a new chapter in this series.

Here you and Daiki lay the foundation for your fake story, hoping no one pays too much attention to how mismatched you are. I hope you enjoy it. See you soon!

Vesper

After a three-course dinner and four hours of trying not to fall off those stilts Kyoko calls shoes, you deserve to throw yourself into bed and sleep like a baby.

Instead, you have to work overtime.

"Apartment 199, please " you tell the worried concierge, who quickly phones the athlete to inform him of your visit.

He offers to show you around, accompanies you to the lift, chooses the right floor for you, and turns his attention away from your legs, which are covered by thin tights, only when you start to cough heavily.

Things you are used to, but will never really get used to.

You check your mobile phone and smile at your boss's enthusiastic reaction to Kyoko's feedback. 

You love working with women; they are so loving, generous, never vulgar. They spoil you in a gentle way, making you feel special, dressing you up like their favourite doll and taking you to their art gallery opening to show everyone how perfect you are.

They give you shoes just like theirs, which butcher your feet and threaten to make you fall off, but they're so happy with the red thread that binds you, that it doesn't matter if you have blisters for two weeks.

You smile, clutching the small bright purse between your fingers, and drag your legs to the end of the corridor, where an ajar door awaits. At least, a woman would have been waiting at the lift. But he is not even a customer, let alone a done and dusted man. You knock on the door and announce yourself, looking at where you can leave your shoes, smiling at the imaginary relief you will feel when you take them off.

You hear his voice shout something, then quick footsteps approach and there he is, Daiki Aomine in his stylish outfit of grey joggers and a simple white t-shirt.

"Who are you?" he asks, handing you an envelope with a pair of guest slippers. He pauses to watch, curious and amused, as you try to sit down on the front step, despite the fact that your dress is too short and tight to do so without revealing all your virtue.

" If you're done with the humour, could you lend me your arm?" you ask him testily, and immediately receive his forearm on which to lean, and finally manage to put on your slippers.

"Do you always dress like that when you go into strangers' houses?” he asks you, looking at you with a long stare, but there is no malice in his intention, if anything, irony.

"I was at work " you replied hastily, and followed him into the living room, where you noticed that he had already arranged some snacks on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

" You should not accept being invited home, especially if it's a man and it's getting late" he comments, opening a bag of crisps and spilling them into a metal bowl.

You look up, you must have arrived at a preacher's house.

" I don't know much about you, but I know you don't like me. I asked Momoi if you were a psycho and she vouched for you. I trust Satsuki completely, so yeah, I didn't have too many qualms about coming here tonight " you explain, sitting on the edge of the sofa so that your dress doesn't embarrass you.

"She’s no liar, for sure" he nods and goes to the fridge "What can I get you to drink? I've only got sports drinks, water and maybe some coffee, but it has been there since this morning! " he finishes, standing with his back to you, as he checks the contents of the fridge in the design kitchen.

" Water will be fine, thanks" you reply, letting your eyes wander around the room.

You certainly hadn't imagined a boy's apartment to be this clean and tidy, let alone his. There is little furniture, which makes everything seem airy, comfortable and soft. The lights are hidden at the edge of the wall and are warm, enveloping. There is only one large abstract painting on the walls, which breaks up the neutral tone of the room by contrasting with the light parquet floor. On the long, dark cupboard beneath there are a glass tumbler, his residence card and a set of three silver-framed photographs that you approach.

They are, of course, an ode to her.

Every other woman who enters this house must know to whom his heart belongs.

You smile and bring the middle photo closer to your face, feeling him behind you, his tall frame inches from you, a breath of air carrying his scent.

"You must think it's lame" he comments, taking out of your hands the picture of him, shirtless and happy, with Satsuki on his shoulders at some kind of summer festival .

"Not at all" you turn to look at his face "I find it very meaningful instead" you smile, moving away to resume your position on the couch.

"You are a rather mysterious person, you know that?" he comments, sliding in next to you and looking at you as if waiting for some revelation.

" I know Kuri has told you everything she thinks she knows about me, but I'm not going to explain how I run my private life " you inform him, taking a sip from your glass as he stretches out flat on the pillows.

"She has a terrible opinion of you, but who cares! " he mentions without much ado "Satsuki would never have let you get this close to me if she didn't have complete faith in you, so your 'friend' must be wrong" he concludes, gesturing with his hand to pass the chips around. 

You comply and remain silent for a moment, before sharing your pressing thought.

"You always come first for Satsuki, do you see that? " you ask, making him stop and look at you with a quizzical expression.

"I'll explain it simply: no girl would care as much about a childhood friend, much less one who has a soulmate boyfriend to think about. Then why do you think Momoi cares so much about you?" you urge him, turning to him, who gives you an alarmed look and a few  unintelligible half-words.Then he looks away to pull himself up, pulls a pillow out from behind his back and tosses it between you, sighing and returning to his original position.

" What's this for? Are you stupid or something?" you ask him piquantly, but as you lower your eyes to your bare legs, you realise that maybe you are the stupid one. 

You stand up and spread your dress over your knees, clenching your hands as your image crumbles, now that your cheeks are burning and you are close to bursting into tears. 

You inhale and exhale a couple of times, press your lips against each other, but nothing seems to work, perhaps because you are too tired and uncomfortable.

It gets even worse when you hear his voice.

" There's no need to get so upset. It's not like you showed me your panties begging me to fuck you, and besides, yours aren't the first pair of thighs I've seen" he informs you, thinking he's being helpful "So… Don't worry at all. I've already cleaned it all up. All gone, memory resetted, wiped ! " he assures you as he gets up from the couch and stands in front of you, his hands on your shoulders and a look so serious on his face, that you can't help but pop out that question. "What kind of girl, in her right mind, would be showing you her panties in a begging bowl? Are you that simple even in porn, champ?" you conclude under his astonished gaze.

You barely had time to blink before you heard him laugh, thunderously, his hands still resting on your shoulders, making you tremble a little. 

“What a freak !" he points out between the chuckles.

"Say you, the filthiest guy of them all!” you reply, smiling a little at his beaming face.

"Say you, the most annoying girl around!” his voice echoes, making you tighten your lips in a grimace.

“At least I don't spend all my spare time wasting tissues in front of a screen!" you set your winning slam. 

He nods, raising his hands to admit  defeat.

"It's gonna be a hot mess, right?” he smirks “ An yet… Why not? Go on, show me life beyond the screen, you genius!"  trying to read your puzzled expression.

"Are you in? We're doing the faking thing?" you think out loud. He nods, letting you go and clenching his hand into a fist, expecting you to do the same to seal the deal.

"After all I know... There’s no way I’m gonna bump you! " you protest, giving him a wry look before hearing him bursting into laughter again.

You are so mismatched, so out of sync, so unfit for each other, it's almost funny. You are like those endless jigsaw puzzles you do as a child, bored out of your mind. The ones where you force the pieces together just to finish the game quickly, not caring if the picture isn't the one in the box. It's all so pointless, grotesque, embarrassing, that it's sure it’s gonna be a mess.

Yet here you are, shrugging your shoulders, eating crisps and asking for a blanket so you can sit on the couch without making a further spectacle of yourself.

The tiredness is gone, the embarrassment too, replaced by lame jokes and childish remarks.

Yet here you are, doing everything you can to escape your loneliness again.

[aomine-in-gensokyo]

Hey guys, Daiki Aomine here

Looks like things are back up. Glad to see it, as things must've been tough to get things running again. But now that it's happened, you know what that means, Satsuki. It's your time to shine again. It'll be a tough battle, but I've known you long enough to know you got this. So go out there.

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LONG propaganda in the read more! with image iDs its around 1480 words!!

glad to see the blog is back up again!! and with it and momoi now up, its time for another round of propaganda!!

so today we're gonna be talking about her character song, "Brand New Season!"

so this song is from the perspective a momoi around the time she was entering high school! and we know this because one of the first lines mentions

"The first season since our team split up is coming"

where "our team" refers to the Teiko Middle School Basketball Club, or more specifically, those she was closest with, the Generation of Miracles! after middle school, every member went to a different high school, as this was the time they all agreed that they hated playing basketball with each other (as they created a completely unbeatable team, killing their enjoyment of the game because they completely crushed everyone they faced)

but whats sad about it is that they all used to LOVE playing basketball and hanging out with each other!! however, they were simply too good, and grew apart from each other because of that! now imagine momoi, who, as the their manager and data analyst, slowly watcher her friends drift away from each other because of this!

whats worse is that much of their separation and cocky attitudes is because the adults at Teiko failed them!! when the team's original coach was hospitalized, the replacement coach had some pretty big shoes to fill! and while he noticed how negatively the growth of the GoM could affect them, what did the school administration tell him? he was asked to ALWAYS let them play and keep winning, as it would benefit the school's reputation! the school administration didnt care about the feelings of the players!! all they wanted was status!! and the replacement coach was powerless against it!!

and unfortunately, his decisions (such as letting aomine skip practices) led to the further decline of the generation of miracles (a choice that the replacement coach DID regret, but it the damage was already done...) the relationship of the generation of miracles in their final year was full of tragedy...

[Image ID: An image of Kuroko and Momoi standing at the corner of an intersection at sunset. They have long shadows, with a large sakura tree on the right of the image. They stand at a distance from each other, emphasizing the disconnect between them as Kuroko forgot the promise he made to Momoi about always being with Aomine, as being on the Teiko team has broken Kuroko. End ID]

that was a bit long! but anyways, this song shows how momoi felt afterwards, after they all went their separate ways. id say this song especially leans towards talking about kuroko and aomine, the two she was closest with in the GoM

this line in particular id say demonstrates how she feels about kuroko:

"I know that even though we’re apart Though I want to see you soon, next time we’ll be on different benches Making such a complex expression"

momoi noticed that kuroko seemed to be a little more distant during their final years at teiko. and this was because kuroko was also affected by the other members drifting apart, with him being powerless to fix it. he was losing hope... and momoi noticed it! she wished for kuroko to be as happy as he used to be in their peak years at teiko, when everyone worked together and had fun!

and i think these lines are important because it really highlights how tragic the events of teiko was, completely crushing and changing the minds of their best players... you really get a sense of melancholy, as momoi wishes for things to get better...

[Image ID: A picture of Momoi chasing after Aomine. Momoi is wearing her light yellow hoodie, with a light blue suit and dark blue ribbon. She is on the right, her face showing that of concern as she inaudibly tells Aomine something. Aomine is wearing a light blue suit with a dark blue tie, and his bag slung over his shoulder. His face is cut off, signifying that he does not care and keeps walking forward. End ID]

the next section i think mostly refers to aomine:

"Every time like this with all my might, I’ve also got to give it my all I want to stand in the same place as you So that you won’t say such lonely words, As not needing anyone else’s support"

but she is trying!! she cant afford to give up and take it easy! she has to give basketball her all too, just like everyone else did before! because she IS talented enough to stand with them!!

and this is important for her because aomine, who id argue was one of the ones hit the hardest during the teiko tragedy, genuinely needs some support. he basically became depressed, as all the joy of his favorite sport was stripped away, because no one could challenge him...

he went completely solo, not believing in anyone, which hurt momoi, because she always knew him as very happy, loving basketball! but he changed after teiko... and she wanted to help him be happy again... make him see the value in teamwork and being with others again! theres definitely a lot going on in momoi's mind...

[Image ID: A picture of most members of the Generation of Miracles in their middle school days. This is a scene at dusk, before the boys go out to get snacks. From left to right is Kuroko, Kise, Aomine, Murasakibara, Midorima, and Momoi. Kuroko and Aomine are facing away from the viewer. The five boys are all on the left, looking at Momoi. Momoi stands on the right, looking up at them all. End ID]

and the last section i want to highlight is

"I’m sure in time, the day will come when we can all gather with the smiles I love so much I wonder if it’s hopeless to wish for such a thing Since I intended to always fight together With everyone here"

she really misses everyone hanging out together! its highlight a lot for her that she's deeply hurt seeing her friends drift away from each other, longing for the days they could be with each other again! (kuroko also shares this dream) though, with how things look at the start of their highschool years, it did look a little grim, with no way of knowing if their relationship could be fixed....

still!! she believes in her friends! theyre special to her, and even if theyre all away, she believes, she knows theyll be back together!! and maybe this season will be the one to shake them and bring back their smiles!

[Image ID: A picture of Momoi at dusk. She is staring directly at the view, as in the scene, she was starting directly at Kuroko. She has a wide smile and a sligh blush. End ID]

so yeah!! sorry this was really long, i like this song alot and theres ALOT to talk about for momoi and teiko! but this song perfectly captures how important momoi is in the generation of miracles! shes one of the ones pushing to bring them back, as friends!! and it really shows how determined she can be, and how helpful she can be, always wanting the best for everyone!!

so please vote for momoi!! help her stand tall and strong!!

Daiki Aomine heading out

Pink Hair Swag Tourney, Round Three, Part One

[pillow-anime-talk]

i love girls month ; twenty-first day.

synopsis: Spicy facts and much more.

# tags: scenario; friendship; party night; comedy; fluff; manager!reader; mention of alcohol and sex; gossip; suggestive, maybe nsfw

includes: female reader ft. riko aida, satsuki momoi, alexandra gracia & masako araki {knb}

author’s note: my girlsssss!!

It was truly one of the best nights of your life; you felt refreshed and amused like never before in your several-year-old life. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel the pressure of victory, mental fatigue after training, your throat was relaxed, your muscles were not sore, and your head was not bursting with an excess of questions and plans.

You and four of your friends in the same trade were in the process of celebrating the end of the summer basketball competition; even if only one of your teams won, each of you was happy with the result and the overall flow of each match. Interviews, cheering fans, support from families and loved ones – it was something that each of you really loved, but still, peace, quiet, Martini and snacks were even better. MUCH BETTER.

During your nice evening, you talked a lot not only about the sport itself or your teams, but also about more private matters, such as the recent Misako’s boyfriend marriage proposal, Riko and Junpei’s first kiss... Alex showed you some photos of her new cat and Momoi admitted that she was going on a three-day vacation with her family soon. You also told some new facts about yourself – that you got a new earring, and that you recently, very accidentally, ran into one manga author in a ramen bar.

Somewhere between gossip, eating pasta with black bean sauce that you ordered some time ago, and drinking light drinks, the idea of ​​playing board and card games arose between the five of you. Due to the fact that you had the weekend off and Araki (still) lived alone and had understanding neighbors, you all agreed to play ‘Monopoly’, ‘Scrabble’ and ‘Two Truths and One Lie’. The latter, of course, was the spiciest, most fun, and plainly interesting.

“... Okay, so yeah...” The pink-haired girl started with a smile, and the rest of them looked at her curiously. “Number one ‘I have a twin brother who currently lives in Ireland and studies there too’, number two ‘When I was eight years old I thought my mom’s vibrator was actually a facial massager and I used to play with it until she took it from me’, and number three ‘For me: sex only after marriage’.”

“The worst part is that each one sounds like a lie.” You were serious and your friends just laughed.

“Last one, i guess. It’s a lie.” Alexandra said seriously, and after a while you nodded your head in agreement with her. “With all due respect, try what you will eat for the rest of your life.” She added, her cheeks pink with alcohol.

“... Damn. I guess, I’m weak at this game.”

“H-Hope this vibrator was sterilized...” Riko whispered, and the four slightly drunk women giggled once again.

“Yes, oh my God!”

“... Right, it’s time for me.” The former WNBA player smiled, then bit her lower lip. “First, ‘On my first vacation in Italy, I met a boy with whom I was in a long-distance relationship for the next three months, and then he broke up with me during the phone call’, second, ‘My parents thought I was a boy because the doctor misjudged my gender at first’ and third, ‘I once participated in a quadrangle with my bestie, her husband and their friend’.”

“In my opinion the first is false. You once admitted that you do not accept long-distance relationships.” The oldest of you said as she stirred the alcohol in her glass.

“Yeah, I don’t accept them because of this situation!” She laughed. “I was in a relationship like that and I was going to be a boy. My parents wanted to call me Sam!”

“You nasty freak.”

“Okay, time for me.” You said after a moment as you finished your drink. “Well, yes... Number one, ‘I used to go to the clubs a lot and had a lot of one night stands’, number two ‘I got offered to be a Rakuzan High coach’, and number three ‘I used to have a hamster but one night he came out of the terrarium and never came back...’.”

“If the second thing is true then I’m very impressed.” Brown haired girl admitted, and you just chuckled. “I think the third one is a lie. I remember you said something about the rabbit, not the hamster.”

“Well... no. I used to have a djungarian hamster. Rabbit too! But I had a hamster that I named ‘Bubo’... I don’t know why he ran away... And I hate clubs. Totally not my style!”

“I hate club parties too.” Satsuki shook her head and Riko backed her up.

“Oh, girls. There are a lot of things you have to learn...” Yosen manager started, and Alex just nodded.

“So the next meeting at the club, hehe?” The blonde girl clapped her hands, and you and two of your friends just groaned.

previous day ; kokomi teruhashi, mikoto aiura and kusuo saiki ♡ next day ; nene yashiro from toilet-bound hanako-kun

[sportsarenotoxygen]

momoi satsuki || cold feet

momoi knows all your weaknesses, even when you don’t. so you really shouldn’t have stolen the blanket.

prompt based, gender neutral reader, no warnings, fluff/crack, <1k words

Momoi was a smart girl. One of the smartest people you knew. You were proud of her for that, and loved that about her amongst everything else you loved about her.

But unfortunately, for all her intelligence, it also meant that she knew a lot about you. Sometimes she knew just the right amount, like what to get you for birthdays and how to cheer you up, and sometimes it was too much, like weaknesses and pet peeves you didn’t even know you had.

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.” You laughed at her serious statement. Momoi merely gave you a smug look.

Shrugging, you brought the blanket up to your chin. “I don’t think I’ll notice when I’m sleeping, just so you know.”

Momoi hummed her familiar ‘I’m right and you’ll see’ tune. A tune you heard far too often. “Whatever you say Y/N-chan!” Lying down, she threw an arm around you, and you around her, and pretty soon you were both asleep.

That is until you continued to hog the blankets--the one thing she couldn’t forgive.

Momoi sighed, an exasperated smile on her lips as she looked down at your burrito-wrapped form. How you had managed that when she had had a tight grip on the blanket was a mystery to her; but to be honest, you often were a mystery. And as adorable as you looked, with your hair puffed out at the top and half your face concealed by the blanket, she was cold too.

She only needed a few pictures.

Getting off the bed, she spared a few seconds to get used to the cold floor. She had to, it was all part of her big plan (well, it wasn’t a big plan).

Oh, you were probably going to kill her if you saw them but that was a very big ‘if’. She was good at hiding things; she had to be to make blackmailing and keeping hidden memories easier (it had been so hard to take one good photo with Dai-chan and the rest of the miracles).

Smiling fondly at the pictures she’d snagged of you, she shut off her phone and put it away.

Now, she was getting that blanket back.

“Sorry Y/N-chan,” She whispered. “But I warned you!” Giggling, she gently pulled the blanket up from your legs, doing so patiently until a good section of your skin was exposed to the biting air before she pressed her extra cold feet--courtesy of the moments spent standing on the floor--against you, momentarily surprised at how warm you were. Then again, you did steal the blankets. It would only help her all the more.

It took barely a minute before you began stirring, mumbling something incoherent. You wriggled in the blanket, legs curling up higher for warmth but Momoi still had her feet on you and pretty soon, you were blinking your eyes open, confused and half asleep.

“Hm…?” The cold struck you rapidly.

Bolting upright, you snatched your legs away--too fast! The momentum sent your lower half tumbling off the bed, and the rest of your body followed suit. You yelped as you collided with the floor, tangled in the blanket uncouthly.

You heard muffled laughter and sighed, shutting your eyes for a few moments before opening them to glare at Momoi, the girl snapping a quick photo of you.

“Gee thanks for helping me like a nice girlfriend would Momoi. I appreciate it,” You spoke flatly.

She covered her mouth with her palm, laughing at the photo. “We’re not nice people Y/N-chan.”

You groaned, pushing yourself up and slumping over the bed, frowning. “I was having such a good dream too.”

“And I was having no dream at all. You know, because you stole the blanket!” Momoi retorted, giving you a look.

Blinking, you looked down at yourself, seeing said item wrapped around you. You laughed nervously, mumbling a quiet ‘whoops’ underneath your breath. Yanking it off, you chucked it at her; already your eyes grew heavy at being back in the comfortable bed. “Keep it then. I’d rather sleep cold than get woken up again.”

Momoi raised an eyebrow, falling down next to you. “Are you suuure, Y/N-chan? I don’t think you’ll sleep well.” And she gave you her smug smile once more, igniting a petty grudge within.

“I so can!” You replied stubbornly, turning away.

“Don’t blame me when you can’t sleep!”

“Won’t need to cause I’ll be asleep,” You muttered, ignoring her laughter as you refused to acknowledge the cold.

Fifteen minutes later, you could only thank your lucky stars when, shivering and dreadfully cold, you childishly poked her back, silently asking for a share of the blanket and she threw you half, turning and opening her arms to let you cuddle against her.

Momoi knew all your weaknesses, but she also knew how to make them anything but a weakness.

a/n: something i wrote a whiiile back. thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed!

[ravewoodx]

[mason-ajar]

LMAO this reminded me of a note i made a couple of months ago

as much as i love the silly magical basketball stuff, its also nice to think about them doing dumb teenager shit ! as a certified 16 year old boy whenever im doing mundane shit i just imagine the miragen doing it too LMAO like yes momoi satsuki u go do that laundry !!! ​

me living vicariously through these characters ?? no these characters live vicariously through ME

I was ranting on Twitter about how unrealistic it is that all the characters in KnB have clear skin because they're sixteen and spend more of their days sweating on tbe court, so I decided to draw a few of the characters dealing with acne problems. Weird how THIS idea is what got me out of my drawing funk, but oh well.

I just think it would be funny to see the GoM go through actual teenage problems and all the bullshit that goes on with puberty. I'd pay to see them trying to grow facial hair or hearing someone's voice crack.

Anyway, hope y'all like this one. 😆