Hey yo! This is totally fine as far as I’m concerned ;).
Being a chubby/plus size woman, I can identify with this for sure.
As much as we (maybe I should say ‘I’ cause I can’t speak for all imagines writers/bloggers) would love to be able to say “oh hey, ALL characters would be cool with whatever body, etc” if we’re going for any sense of realistic possibilities, not everyone is going to be attracted to the same type of body.
We can write scenarios for those characters when they are specifically asked for (the point of fantasy is to indulge right?) but with a question like this, I don’t have a problem giving specific names and reasons why.
You may disagree and that’s cool, but this is my opinion on this question. Fellow admins, feel free to add your own to the list if you want to.
Ok, that was a long disclaimer, on to the answers! I tried these as head canons – Admin Jade
Kagami
- His is the first face that popped into my mind when I read this question.
- We know homeboy loves to cook (and eat) and so having someone who appreciates both would be amazing to him.
- He’s a BIG guy, so having someone who can handle a little, well, man-handling (once the poor boy gets over his nerves) is great for him.
- Loves your curves, like seriously, he’ll drool. Hands on your hips always. Loves that they fit his palm.
- Loves you in well fitted dresses that show case them. Kagami is an alpha so I picture him appreciating a softer (both in body and spirit) feminine girl who will let him take care of her.
Kiyoshi
- Another big and tall who likes a girl with some meat on her bones.
- Loves that he can hug you tight without fear of breaking you.
- Picks you up all the time. Like, he just whips you into his arms and makes you feel petite.
- Big on body praise and I’m not just talking about during sex. He’ll find one thing (probably more) every day that he compliments you on and it’s not superficial or contrived, he means every word.
- Wants you healthy, but isn’t worried about your figure being big. If your insides are working like they’re supposed to, he’s happy.
Murasakibara
- Another boy who loves that you share an appreciation for good food – as long as you don’t take his snacks.
- Loves it if you cook (or rather specifically bake) for him bringing food to practice and games so he doesn’t have to worry about getting it himself.
- Will cook/bake with you at home, though you end up doing most of the work cause homeboy is lazy but he will actually compliment your food (as long as it’s actually good).
- He’s not exactly delicate so having someone who won’t break if he gets a bit rough and handsy is perfect for him.
Hayama
- He loves the softness and warmth of your body and will snuggle you like a damn cat. Seriously, get ready for a lot of affection cause this boy’s gonna give it to ya.
- Still wants someone who will engage in physical activity with him (not just of the bedroom variety *wink*) but doesn’t push you too hard. He, like Kiyoshi, wants you healthy but doesn’t need someone athletic.
- Actually really enjoys shopping with you. He loves picking out stuff you normally wouldn’t choose just to see how it looks and because of that you usually end up finding something that completely surprises you.
- Has the biggest grin on his face with you on his arm, like “Yeah, this fine piece of ass is mine, what?” He’s just so proud to be with someone so sexy.
Aomine
- We know it’s canon that this boy loves the boob so a girl with a little something extra is going to catch his attention.
- Wearing tight ass jeans and a halter top will get him stopping in his tracks.
- Much as he is a boob man, he loves grabbing your ass. Doesn’t matter what you’re wearing (or where you are honestly) one or both of those large hands will end up on your derriere.
- Constantly pulls you into his lap. He likes the feel of your weight on him, it makes him feel both secure (though he’ll never admit it out loud) and powerful in a way he doesn’t quite understand but he likes it and consistently wants to feel that.
- As bad as he is with expressing himself verbally, you will hear, “Damn, you’re so hot” or “Sexy as hell” or some variation of that from him almost every day. He just can’t keep it inside.
So there you have it! Admin Jade’s opinion on which characters (there were more but this was already getting long) would not only be fine with having a plus size girlfriend, but would more than likely actively seek one out. I hope you enjoyed them and know that you are beautiful baby!
Tag: aomine
It’s not Vday themed but could I have scenarios where Kise, Midorima, Murasakibara and Aomine sticking up for protecting their sisters ( in Aomine’s case Momoi).
Not a problem, I might be able to manage to sprinkle in some V-day here and there! These came out more as reactions than scenarios – Admin Jade
Kise
“It was very stupid of you to mess with my sister,” Kise says, voice vibrating with rage. “But it was a death wish to mess with both of them.”
He picks up the two timing jackass, slamming him against the wall. “You may think I’m just a pretty face, but you’re about to find out how dangerous the rest of me is.”
Midorima
“I’ve been told you stole her lucky item,” Midorima says, his sister hiding behind his massive frame as he towers over the offending male. “Return it at once, or you’ll be the unlucky one.”
Murasakibara
“I told her making chocolates for you would be a waste of time,” Mursakibara grunts, eyes narrowed.
He leans closer, shadow swallowing the smaller frame of the boy who dared to accept a Valentine’s confession from the purple hair’s sister with no intention of reciprocation on White Day. “Now she’s crying and says she won’t ever make chocolates again,” he whines. The slamming of his fist against the locker makes the other flinch. “And it’s all your fault. I’m going to crush you for crushing her heart.”
Aomine
“Tetsuya,” Aomine drawls, leaning against the wall with crossed arms and narrowed eyes, “do you really not feel the same way for Satsuki as she does for you?”
His former shadow frowns then after a moment, shakes his head.
“Why the hell not?”
The question catches Kuroko off guard, as does the sudden increase in volume to Aomine’s tone. Swallowing unexpected nerves, he replies, “I just…she’s my friend. Nothing more.”
Aomine sighs, running one hand over his face. “Then figure out a way to make that crystal clear to her so she stops making a damn fool of herself.” Then his scowls returns. “She deserves better than that and you know it.”
Aomine Daiki: Double Trouble
Ask: Aomine scenario when he visits his parents during christmas with his wife and give them gifts, when his mom opens the gift, it’s a pair of tiny socks and a cute onesie. you know what I mean.. thanks 😉
I’m so sorry this is so, so, so late! I really hope you still enjoy it!
“Daiki! _______! It’s so good to see you!” Aomine’s mother hugs you tightly, then turns to her son smacking his chest. “Why did it take you so long to get out here?”
Aomine scowls though the look is less fearsome than usual. “It’s like I told you mom, I had training and _______’s work was being a bitch and-”
“Daiki! Language! Now, let’s get you inside and warmed up. It’s still so cold!”
Fluttering and twittering away, she leads the two of you into the house which smells of gingerbread and something stewed. You feel terrible that three holidays have passed without your presence to help celebrate but it’s as Daiki said and sometimes obligations just can’t be moved.
“Welcome home son,” his dad says extending a hand to shake after he pecks your cheek.
“Thanks pop,” Daiki sighs flopping onto the couch. As you sit next to him, he draws you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. The overt affection is not lost on Aomine senior but before he can question it, Daiki’s mother re-enters the room with cups of hot coffee.
It smells heavenly and you savor the scent before setting down the cup.
“Aren’t you going to have a drink?” she asks.
“Oh, it’s…still a tad too hot,” you supply quickly.
Across from you, you see Daiki’s father quirk up an eyebrow, a sly smile beginning to play over his lips but he hides it behind his own sip of coffee.
“So, how have you been – other than busy?”
Your attention returns to Daiki’s mother whose taken up residence on your right side. “Um, Daiki got the promotion he was working towards,” you reply.
“That’s wonderful! So does that mean I’ll finally get those grandchildren I’ve been begging for?” she asks excitedly.
“Funny you should mention that-” Daiki mutters but your elbow in his stomach stops him from going on.
“What was that?” His mother never misses anything.
You go to stand but Daiki’s hand on your thigh stops you. “I’ll get it,” he says, standing to move to the foyer where you left your bags. When he returns he has a wrapped box which he hands to his mother. “Merry Christmas, Mom, sorry it’s so late.”
She smiles up at him, patting the couch and he sits before she tears open her present. Pulling away the tissue paper she squeals in delight at the sight of two sets of onesies and tiny socks. On her other side, you watch Daiki’s eyes widen before looking up at you.
His mother sees the expression gasping out, “Don’t tell me you didn’t tell him until now, too?”
You shake your head but as your lips part to answer Daiki’s already speaking. “She didn’t tell me there’s two.”
aomine daiki for my valentine pls? maybe he show up in the midnight in my home? thanksss
He’d wanted to see you all day but both of your responsibilities prevented that. Well, yours did anyway, if it were up to him he’d have blown off half of what he needed to do but because he knew you’d be upset that he was slacking, he made sure to get everything done, even if some of it was half-assed.
Now, finally, he’s at your door. The hour is late but he doesn’t want to wait until tomorrow. When you answer his knock, of course already in your pajamas, he smiles that smile and leans down to kiss you.
“Thought we could have a sleepover,” he says lightly.
You purse your lips, unsure of his real intentions (not that you’d mind “sleeping” but you have an early morning). Seeing your hesitation, he flicks your forehead. “Oi, I mean actually sleep, perv.”
He laughs at your pout, ushering you back inside and to your bedroom, teasing you the whole way.
HI! Just so you know you’re amazing! Can I please request Single Dad! GOM doing something with their S/O? Maybe the S/O gets a chance to really step up as a parent figure to the child of their respective GOM?
just so you know, anon, YOU’RE A BILLION TIMES MORE AMAZING THANK YOU.
btw i know some of these scenarios aren’t the most “parent-like” but i just felt like little things that show comfort between an adult and a child who sees them as a guardian are the real dealbreakers for a s/o trying to build a relationship with their partner’s child(ren).
This is so long, I’m sorry. D:
Kuroko: As a date, the two of you, and Kuroko’s daughter, were eating out at a fast food restaurant. It wasn’t anything special, but it was relaxed, and that was the best part.
You’d come to realize that Kuroko’s obsession with vanilla milkshakes had been passed down through the beauty of genetics. So had the round, blue eyes (though her’s held more feeling). So it was slightly funny, watching Kuroko and his daughter stare forward with the same, blank expression, sipping on milkshakes.
“Ayumi-chan, here, make sure you eat your burger as well. You too, Tetsuya.” You pushed their burgers forward, and they both sighed at them. You raised a brow. “If you don’t eat, you won’t have enough energy for the park, later.”
Surveying the burger with a look of mild distaste, Ayumi tugged on her father’s shirt sleeve, asking him to lean down so that she could whisper in his ear. He nodded understandingly once she was done, and straightened to face you with a business-like expression. Ayumi mimicked her father.
“Ayumi-chan and I have a proposal.” Kuroko announced.
You folded your hands together and rested your chin on them, leaning forward with a grin. “Ah, and what would that be.”
“If we eat the burgers, you need to buy us each another vanilla shake.”
Ayumi nodded earnestly.
You bit your lip, pretending to think hard about the offer. In the end, you motioned for Ayumi to come to your side of the table. She did as she was told, taking a few seconds to slide off the bench, then climb onto yours. You bent down to whisper in her ear.
“If Ayumi-chan finishes her burger, I’ll take you on a boat ride tomorrow, and make ‘Tou-san fight you in basketball.” You then pulled back to gauge her reaction.
She thought about it for a bit, then copied your previous pose: hands folded, chin resting on them, leaning forward with a pleasantly amused expression. “’Tou-san needs to finish his burger right now. Please give me mine as well. Hurry, ‘Tou-san, we need to do it fast.”
Kuroko tried to look as grumpy as possible. Normal people would call his look one of mild unhappiness. “You’re a traitor, Ayumi-chan.”
“Life isn’t fair.” She shrugged, and took a bite of her burger. Both you and Kuroko had to turn the other way in order to muffle your laughs at what she had just said.
Kise: Ever since Kise’s son had been able to walk, he’d acted as his father’s manager. Maybe it was innate, but Sora could sense that Kise was always flitting around from one thing to the next, and needed all the help he could get.
When you came into the picture, Sora was about four years old, and was intensely distrustful of you, as any good manager would be, initially. And while it was two years later now, and Sora was at the healthy age of six, he still showed signs of distance.
Today, Kise had invited you over to hang out. The three of you sat on the couch, watching animated movies of Sora’s choice, with Sora sat between you two.
“Hey, Soracchi, can I use you as a pillow?” Kise asked, smiling charmingly at his son.
Sora fixed him with a deadpan look. “You’re too heavy for me, Otou-san. ____-san, please pass me a pillow.”
You did as you were told, smiling teasingly at Kise. Kise pouted at Sora for a few seconds until he gave in and finally snuggled him a bit before he put his head against the armrest and took a nap. Then it was just the two of you, watching a small sheep going on an adventure.
Once the movie was done, you saw a sleepy Sora barely being able to keep his head up. “Do you want to lie down?” You asked him, and he shook his head vehemently, glancing protectively at his father. Ah.
You crouched down so that you were eye-to-eye with him. “Sora-kun, you know I’d never do anything to hurt your Otou-san, right?”
He sniffed, as if a little insulted. “Of course. I wouldn’t have let you stay around here if you were dangerous.”
You bit back a laugh, and kept a serious face on. “I want to help him as much as you do. And, I want to help Sora-kun as well, because I know you want more cuddles, even if you don’t want to bother Otou-san, right?”
Narrowing his eyes at you, he crossed his arms. “I don’t need cuddles.”
“Ah, I said want, not need. Sora-kun is such a good boy, he’s really mature.” You took his hand and squeezed it lovingly. “But if you let me, I could help make more time so that you could hang out with Otou-san. Would you like that?”
After a few moments of consideration, he nodded hesitantly.
“Okay, then it’s a deal. I’ll take care of both Otou-san and Sora-kun, so that you could have more fun with Otou-san. Sound good?” You grinned at him, and he gave you a small smile back. “For now, let’s just have you lie down, okay?” You helped him arrange himself so that he was fully in his father’s embrace, and then drew a blanket over them both.
“…’Night, ____-san.” He whispered.
Midorima: “Natsumi! Your lucky item is a stuffed walrus toy, nanodayo. We have one in the basement, please go and grab it. It’s in the wooden box next to the shelf.”
Once Natsumi ran off to go get it, he joined you in the living room, where you were putting together Natsumi’s school bag, and sticking necessary files into Midorima’s briefcase.
“Your lucky item is a steel water bottle. Take one from the kitchen.” He informed you.
You nodded, and pulled Midorima down for a quick kiss. “Have a nice day.”
His face flushed, even after all these years, and you giggled as he grabbed the briefcase, and glanced at his watch. His eyes widened. “Today… daylight savings… I’m late.”
You pushed him towards the door. “Go, then! Go!”
“Natsumi…” He trailed off, a little unsure. “I’m supposed to drop her off to school.”
You waved him off. “Work doesn’t start until the afternoon for me, today, so I’ll just drop her off.”
He still seemed a little uneasy, especially when she came bounding up the steps with a wide grin on her face, showcasing the stuffed walrus. “I got it, I got it!”
Sighing, he knelt down and ushered his daughter towards him. “____ will drop you off to school today. Is that alright?”
Natsumi fell quiet, but peeked at you. You gave her a smile. She then nodded. “Go save lives, ‘Tou-san, hurry!”
Midorima’s shoulder’s relaxed, and he hurriedly pulled Natsumi forward to place the tiniest of kisses on her forehead, before saying goodbye and rushing out the door.
She then turned to you. “____-san, I would like breakfast now. Then please put a bow on the walrus.” She paused, “Oh, and then can we listen to my favourite song in the car?”
You nodded, and patted her head, then leading her to the kitchen. She sat down on her seat, then gasped dramatically at the food.
“Y-you made it exactly how I like it! Even ‘Tou-san can’t do it!” Natsumi stared at you in wonderment. “Why haven’t you made this before?”
“Natsumi-chan only told me that this was her favourite last night.” You reminded her, laughing.
She quickly gobbled up the food, then jumped off her seat to shove the walrus at you. “Can I help you put the bow on it?”
Aomine: “Repeat after me.” Aomine instructed. “’Tou-san–”
“’Tou-san…”
“– Is the best.”
“… Ith the betht.”
“That’s my Tadashi.” Aomine said proudly, ruffling his son’s hair. “Did you see that, ___? He thinks I’m the best.”
You tapped Aomine’s head with your knuckles. “That’s called manipulation, Dai. Wait till Momoi hears about it.”
Aomine’s eyes widened in panic for a moment, before he snorted. “She can’t do anything to me.”
“Momo oba-chan ith gonna kick your butt!” Tadashi cheered, throwing his arms up, then breaking into some fighting moves.
Scowling at Momoi’s own brainwashing she’d done on poor Tadashi, Aomine got up from his crouched position and wrapped an arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked down a path in the park, while Tadashi ran around the two of you.
“So, did you– Tadashi!” Aomine broke off, turning around immediately when he heard the tiny shriek coming from his son.
Tadashi lay on the ground, face first, obviously crying. The two of you ran over and knelt on either side of his tiny body. Aomine helped him up into a sitting position. “What hurts, Dashi? Where– ohh… it’s not so bad, Tadashi, really. Shh.”
There was a gash on Tadashi’s shin, that was beginning to bleed. Aomine worked hard to distract Tadashi and stop him from crying, while making sure that he didn’t look at the wound. You immediately got to work, going into the backpack you’d packed, and pulling out a first aid kit. Silently, you swiftly poured some water on a cotton ball and swiped the wound clean, then wrapped a quick bandage over it. “Done!”
Aomine leaned over to look at your work, and Tadashi copied him. “Ohh, what’th that?” Tadashi asked.
“It’s a badge!” You proclaimed, taking out a pen and drawing a star on the white fabric of the bandage. “There we go! A badge for being really brave!”
Giggling, he spread his arms out wide, inviting you into a hug that you accepted immediately. Once Tadashi was back on his feet, Aomine gave you a look of love.
“Th-thanks for that.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “I’ve never brought a first aid kit, it’s good that you did.”
You smiled and pecked him on the cheek. “It’s my job to take care of the both of you!”
Murasakibara: Murasakibara had been blessed with triplets, before his partner had died of cancer when the triplets turned eight years old.
Almost immediately, Himuro and his old Generation of Miracles teammates, as well as Murasakibara’s large family had gone into action, making sure both Murasakibara and the triplets were taken care of during such a trying time.
Now, they’d settled into a comfortable routine, and all was somewhat well. Besides the fact that the triplets had managed to chase away any partner Murasakibara brought home, if they deemed them unworthy. Which was all of them. But there’d only been two before you.
You were the third, and had held out the longest so far– two months. Murasakibara had invited you over to spend the night with him and his girls, and you were slightly terrified, but ready.
The night had gone surprisingly well, and just before bed, the girls were combing their father’s hair, painting his nails, and putting jewelry on him while you fed him snacks every once in a while, so that he wouldn’t ruin the nail polish. Finally, Murasakibara yawned widely and stood up, a child hanging from both his arms and neck. “Time for bed~.” He sleepily announced, easily taking the three of them to their bedroom.
He turned back for only a second to shoot you a “Be right back” smile. You waved at him.
Once he came back, the two of you cuddled on the couch, until the both of you fell asleep. At around two A.M., you woke up, suddenly extremely thirsty. Maybe it was all those salty snacks. Sleepily, you got up and stumbled over to the kitchen.
When you flicked on the light, three girls dressed as demons stood in a line, grinning at you. You shrieked and fell into a wall. “Wha- wha… what are you guys doing?”
“Scaring you.” They said at once, smiling creepily. You laughed, rolling your eyes and patting each one on the head.
“Well, you achieved your goal. Do you want some hot chocolate?”
They looked at you suspiciously. “We might.”, one of the girls finally said.
Taking it as a yes, you walked over to a cabinet and opened up the one that carried the mugs, taking down four. Each of them had a different design on it. The girls sat themselves on the kitchen table, watching your every move.
Once the hot chocolate was done, you poured some into each cup, put them on a tray, and brought it to the table. Before they reached out for them, you stuck a hand out.
“Wait, I’ll give them to each of yours. This one–” the mug with the cats with heart eyes, “is yours, Yuko. This is Yumi’s–” the mug with the galaxy pattern, “and finally, this is Yumiko’s.” The last mug was printed with dragons. You took your own mug and sipped the drink peacefully.
The girls stared at you. “You…”
“… got our…”
“… names right! And the mugs too!”
They were shocked. But you finished up your drink and ruffled Yuko’s hair. “Why wouldn’t I get it right? Hurry and finish so that I can put you three back to bed.”
Akashi: You smiled as you watched Akashi and his son, Hajime, sift through a large pile of books in their home library. They were picking out all of next week’s bedtime stories, as per usual.
Once they were done, Hajime put the pile of books in his small wagon and started to trek back towards his bedroom, where’d he’d stack them on this bedside table.
Akashi approached you, running a hand through his hair tiredly. “Sorry about that, ____, I’d forgotten that we had to pick out books today.”
You shook you head, smiling. “I think it was really cute. But… you do seem tired. And you never forget book day. Are you okay?”
He glanced over your shoulder to make sure Hajime was far enough before taking your hand and finally letting all of his exhaustion show. You had him sit down immediately. “Seijuurou! You look so tired! Did something happen?”
“I know I shouldn’t be sharing my worries when they have nothing to do with you, but… some business partner of mine has found his way in the middle of a scandal, and it might affect the company if I don’t do damage control. However, I don’t want to neglect Hajime either, I’m away from him enough as it is. I really don’t know what to do. Hiring a babysitter would be like giving away my responsibilities, and I don’t want that. “
Pulling Akashi into a hug, you murmured words of comfort, rubbing his back. You felt him melt into your embrace, and his breathing slow down slightly. He was relaxing, finally. “Seijuurou, if the problem affects you, then it’s my problem as well. Don’t hide these things from me, okay? Let me take care of Hajime, at least for tonight. You can get some work done then go to sleep right away. You need it.”
“I want to take care of Hajime. You’re my partner, not Hajime’s babysitter.” He weakly protested, voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.
You pulled back and fixed Akashi with a stern look. “As your partner, I’m automatically Hajime’s co-caretaker. I love the kid to bits, I want to take care of him. Please let me. I want to take care of both of you. Please.”
Sighing, he nodded. “Just for tonight. If anything goes wrong, tell me immediately.”
And so you played with Hajime, as you usually did, and Akashi went back to work, after some insistence from you. The real test was during bed time. Once Hajime was all tucked in, he held Sunday’s book and stared at the door expectantly.
“Haji… would it be okay if I read you your story tonight?” You asked quietly, smoothing out his blankets.
He shook his head. “Thank you, ___-san, but Otou-san always reads me my stories. I’ll wait for him.”
You tried to think up a different tactic. Slowly, you sat down next to him on the bed, and glanced at the book. “What’s the book called?”
“The Blue Bug Makes Friends With the Purple Turtle.” Hajime stated, still staring at the door.
“Ah… may I see it? Just for a bit?”
Narrowing his eyes at you, he reluctantly handed the book over. You flipped through the pages, grinning and laughing slightly.
Hajime’s straightened his back and tried to peek over your arm, at the book. “What? What?”
You shut the book, smiling at the small boy. “Ah, it’s nothing. The book is really funny, is all.”
“How is it funny? Tell me.” He demanded.
You shook your head. “That’ll ruin the story. You should just wait till your Otou-san reads it to you.”
Fidgeting, Hajime went back to staring at the door for a few seconds before turning to you almost desperately. “Okay, fine, read me the story. But you better have different voices for all the characters.”
At three A.M., Akashi walked into his son’s room, exhausted, only to find Hajime and you cuddled up together, sleeping, book still in your hand. Smiling fondly, he took the book from you and grabbed a blanket, draping it over your body before getting into the other side of the bed, arm thrown over both his son and the love of his life.
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All photos taken from Pinteresti. date ft. aomine daiki
Initial dates would probably be in the form of study dates (he thinks this is sooo lame and super embarrassed because you’ll think he’s so dumb), so you’ll meet up in libraries or cafes, but Aomine gradually changes his mind because any time spent with you turns out to be a great time.
Expect impromptu trips to Maji
If you’re comfortable with physical activities: bicycle dates or basketball dates. He’ll teach you if you have no idea how to!
When the two of you are more comfortable with each other, he’ll ask you to come over or vice versa and the two of you can play a video game or two.
Summertime calls for visits to the amusement parks! He generally is alright with it but your excitement and the smile on your face makes it extra extra worth it for him. Imagine him winning stuff for you by playing the games…
Believe it or not, Aomine is secretly insecure of himself and he really doesn’t want to scare you off. When you’re totally opened up to him and he to you, expect dates when the two of you are basically just lounging around and being lazy in each other’s homes. Watching TV shows, eating pizza, playing obscene card games, and… well, do other things.
This is so cute! As much an Aomine can be a little too rough around the edges (or all the way through depending on the situation) I can totally see him being like this!
This was a great series and I really hope you do it again some time!
Can I ask for head canons for GOM + Kagami, Takao, Himuro, and Kasamatu for a New Year’s Eve Party? (Like who would go out with friends to a party or stay in with family, who get really drunk, kiss or be kissed by a stranger etc)?
Kuroko
- the beginning of New Years is spent with his family, as they are very traditionalist
- there will be mochi and there will be plenty of it
- so much that he often has leftovers for days
- if he does end up going to a New Years party, he’s bringing mochi as a snack for everyone
Kagami
- Kagami had been planning to spend it alone at his apartment, just like a normal night, but his team saw to it that he at least had a little party
- basically they all invited themselves over
- Kagami ended up hosting a party he hadn’t even expected to plan
- he ends up having a blast despite complaining that he hadn’t signed up for anything
Kise
- he would have thrown his own party, but he didn’t want to subject any of his friends to the “horrors” that are his sisters during New Years
- he still feels sick every time he thinks about having to clean up after they’d partied a little too hard
- this does not stop Kise from partying hard himself
- he is very enthusiastic about giving his lover a New Years kiss
Kasamatsu
- New Years is one of the celebrations that he actually wants to spend with his family
- as the older brother, he often gets put in charge of his younger siblings
- this includes making sure they don’t act like idiots while playing with fireworks
- he can’t blame them though; he did the same when he was their age
Aomine
- all night he brags about how he’s going to get someone to kiss him
- these plans prove hard to accomplish though when he hardly knows anybody at the party he’s at
- a stranger winds up kissing him instead and he’s astonished (and a little ashamed) that he wasn’t the one to make the first move
- he will definitely be hitting the person up later though
Midorima
- he wanted to spend the New Year celebration at home, but his teammates wouldn’t allow that to happen
- he spends a large chunk of his first few hours out complaining
- nobody tells Midorima that all the juice at the party is spiked and soon he stops complaining and starts slurring
- he’s a rather sleepy drunk, so this is one of his tamest New Years
Takao
- at any party he goes to this New Years, you can expect him to be the one at fault for spiking the juice
- Takao is a bit of a party animal and is definitely ready to stay up all night
- as he’s the most enthusiastic about seeing the fireworks, he is also the one to bring most of them
- ends up burning himself a little every time, but he still has fun
Murasakibara
- New Years is spent at home with his rather large family
- while everyone else is excited for mochi and fireworks and celebration, Murasakibara wants to treat the night like any other
- that being said, he’s not too big on all the celebration
- the promise of sweet mochi as opposed to savory is the only thing keeping him from complaining about all the noise
Himuro
- he spends a lot of the day video chatting with his family back in America
- Himuro celebrates New Years twice thanks to the time difference
- since the majority of his family is still back in the states, he spends the night celebrating with Alex
- he doesn’t tell her he’s actually there to make sure she doesn’t get too wasted
Akashi
- New Years is somewhat of a big event in his household
- it’s more of a business opportunity for his father than it is a family gathering, so Akashi isn’t interested in it either way
- this time of year never was special to him because it always meant business parties that he couldn’t bring friends to
- he kind of wishes more of his friends would invite him to their events
Soulmate AU! Where when your soulmate dies you become colorblind! Aomine-Kagami-Imayoshi suddenly go colorblind in the middle of practice/work…. make it as depressing as you please
I took some creative license. Hope you don’t mind!
-NeonKagami: When Kagami had first walked into your shared home, finding it completely ransacked and torn apart, he knew that foul play was the cause. He wanted so desperately to believe that you hadn’t picked up and ran away from him; something bad had happened and he was going to find out what. He had enlisted the help of anyone willing; police, private investigators, his own friends. If there was any chance they could find you, he’d gone to them and begged.
Months passed and people began to really wonder if you had been kidnapped. With no sign of you at all, the rumor that you had left him without saying anything had begun to spread. The fact that he could still see color, so vibrant and in full spectrum, had people believing this was true; if it had been kidnap, you would be gone by now.
Kagami, ever stubborn and trusting in you, refused this as a possibility.
“Why would ____ just get up and leave,” he often argued. “We were happy together. ____ wouldn’t give that up!”
Slowly, one by one, the people he’d enlisted to help him stopped. With so much time between your initial disappearance and the present, any chances of finding you had come and gone. He would be a one man search party.
It didn’t stop Kagami from believing though as every night he went to bed, he prayed to whatever celestial being would listen that he’d get some answer about you. Every morning he woke up seeing those bright yellow curtains you’d placed on the window and he’d know you were still out there somewhere waiting for him to find you.
Then one day, as he sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his bleary eyes, he looked across at the window to where the curtains looked to be almost white in color. Thinking they were getting sun bleached, he glanced over to the wardrobe where he knew the large mirror you used was placed. In his reflection he saw tired eyes, a beaten body, and so so much gray.
Feeling more numb than ever before, he lay back down in bed as tears spilled from his eyes. Kagami couldn’t tell if the loss of color in his life was more of a sorrow or a relief.
Aomine: “On the card, can you type ‘I’m sorry’ in that fancy, curly font?”
The old man behind the counter gave Aomine a knowing smile. How many young men had walked into his florist shop requesting a beautiful bouquet along with an apology note? Giving the younger male a nod, he walked off to the ancient computer sitting on his counter top to have the card printed out.
Aomine bounced in place from one foot to the other, his arms cradling the bouquet like it was a child. He didn’t have the sense to stop jostling it around so roughly and, with each movement, one brightly colored petal after another had started falling to the floor. Not that anyone could tell; he’d gone and bought the biggest bundle of flowers he could find.
He’d made a mistake, one that he deeply regretted, and though it had taken him a few days of cooling off Aomine was finally admitting his error. He’d been calling you nonstop since the moment he woke up, hoping you’d stop ignoring his calls and pick up the phone. Even now, as he stood at the register and waited for the old man, his hand was busy pulling up your number over and over again.
“Come on, pick up,” he encouraged, only to hear the dial tone once more. Trying one last time before the florist came back, Aomine dialed your number and placed the phone against his ear. There was a click. “____?”
He could hear your car radio, but it was faint in comparison to the old man’s voice coming back across the counter. “I’ve finished your card. It that all for today?”
As Aomine turned to answer the man, the phone jostled from his ear and fell to the floor. He clicked his tongue, knowing you’d be mad at having a loud noise such as that against your ear. One more thing to apologize for. Then he noticed something.
“Hey, when did you change shirts?” Aomine could have sworn the old man had been wearing blue earlier, but now his shirt was a deep, inky black.
The frown he received in response was worrying and, before the old man could even answer, Aomine held the bouquet of flowers at arm’s length to get a good look at them. He could only see gray.
Through the speaker on his phone, the faint sound of sirens and the crackling of a car fire echoed.
Imayoshi: He knew your time had been coming close to an end when his vision began to flicker, notes of color sometimes seeming too dull or too gray to be what they should. It had been happening more often lately, his vision going blurry for a split second before the world suddenly seemed monochrome. Each time made him panic, each time making him rub at the corners of his eyes until the color came back.
Of course, each time this happened, Imayoshi was sitting by your side in the hospital. He’d began to notice that the loss of color always coincided with your loss in strength, so he always made sure to be holding your hand.
“Dear, could you get me some tea?”
There was a frown on his face at your question. He knew exactly what you were talking about; that bright green can from the vending machine just down the hallway. It was your favorite and it would be cruel of him to deny you that, but the thought of leaving you for even a moment was becoming too painful for him.
Noticing his hesitance, you placed a rather shaky hand against his cheek. “I’ll still be here when you come back. It’ll only be a moment.”
The words themselves weren’t reassuring, but the fact that you had the strength to reach his face was. With a bit of a grim smile, Imayoshi nodded before letting your fingers slip out of his own. If he had a choice, he’d be there and back in less than a flash.
The hallway seemed longer than normal, but Imayoshi knew it was all just his imagination; the mind could play cruel tricks on people who worried. At the vending machine, he fished around in his pockets for change before finding the exact amount. The familiar whir and clunk of the machine was almost a comfort to him as he watched the single green can of tea fall to the opening below.
“Make way!”
Staff bustled behind him and, on any other day, his heart would have skipped a beat. But there was a gut feeling that they wouldn’t be running toward where his mind wanted him to believe. After all, he could always reassure himself as he picked up the can of tea.
It was gray.
And Neon breaks our hearts!
actors au, gom reacting after having just played the akashi suddenly cutting his bangs scene
“And cut!”
“Isn’t that what he just did?” Midorima snickered, unwinding the tape from his fingers to discard.
Aomine’s scowl melted away to an enthusiastic smile, hands gripping Akashi’s shoulders and shaking him slightly in his excitement. “Wow, Seijuro! That was awesome! For a second there, it looked like you really stabbed him!”
Akashi smiled, but before he could reply Kagami was bellowing, “What do you mean looked like?! He did!”
“Calm down baka!” Kuroko said firmly, smacking him on the back of the head. “It’s barely a scratch!”
“Barely a scratch! This idiot drew blood!” Teeth clenched and fists ready to fly, Kagami turned his attention to the other redhead. “You need to know where your mark is! It was perfectly placed to get within a centimeter of my face, not actually cut me! To top it all off, I have a meet and greet,” he looked at his watch, “in thirty minutes and now I have this to deal with!”
Akashi eye’s widened. Taking a step forward, hand outstretched he said quietly, “I…I’m sorry Taiga, I didn’t realize I was that close.”
“A likely story, you’re just lucky I was able to stay in character long enough to complete the scene!”
“Taiga, enough,” Kise said evenly, crossing his arms. Gone was his bubbly persona, his bright eyes narrowed and slightly obscured by his bangs. “You’re fine. Just go to the makeup department, they’ll have you looking good as new in no time.”
“Probably better,” Kuroko sniggered.
“Why you-”
“Do not make me repeat myself,” Kise reprimanded voice firmer. “Taiga, go. The rest of you, let’s get some lunch.”
“I’ll pass,” Murasakibara said. “I’m not that hungry.”
As the seven stars of Kuroko’s Basketball made their way off set one stagehand commented, “They’re so…different when the camera isn’t rolling.”
His companion nodded. “Sometimes I wonder how they were cast as they are.” He shrugged. “Oh well, as long as they get the job done, who cares?”
Hi Tiacchi! I hope you’re doing okay ❤ Can I request Aomine and Kise accidentally injuring their s/o badly while they’re playing a one on one. Thank you!
Hi sweetie! I’m doing alright! Thanks for asking ^^ Of course I can write this for you 😀
Aomine: “You could’ve said something, ____..”
You grunt, staring down at your ankle, that’s now throbbing and swelling at a fast pace… Seriously, how are you such a klutz?
“I didn’t think it would get this bad.. I felt a bit…. Off during the last defense… but I didn’t think it was a big deal…”
It makes him think of Kise, and how he overworked himself without letting anyone know… And that irks him.
“You’re not one of us _____. You can’t just push yourself because you don’t want to lose..”
Wait. He did not just say that…
You look up at him, since you couldn’t hold your weight anymore and just sat on the ground, casting him the best glare you could, despite the pain.
“I….. I didn’t push myself because I didn’t want to lose!” you hiss, watching his face for any reaction, “I did it so you’d have fun… because you’ve been saying the only time you have fun is when you play any of the miracles..”
You look at your hand, biting your lip.
“I just want to make you happy.”
Those words, spoken softly and twinged with pain, make Aomine feel guilty.. You looked so much smaller, so defenseless, and his urge to protect only grew stronger.. He let out a sigh, bending down to your level and placed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“____, you DO make me happy… Showing interest in basketball is all I could ask for…” he hadn’t expected to learn you were a good player, despite not being gifted like him, “You don’t have to push yourself for my sake…”
He picks you up, before gently placing you on his back, mindful of your ankle.
“We should get it looked at… And our one-on-ones will be on hold for a while…”
You nod, burying your face in his neck as you wrap your arms around him. God, you feel stupid, thinking you could never make him happy.. A smile curls on your lips.
“….Thank you Daiki…”
He tries to not blush at the tone in your voice, clearing his throat awkwardly.
“I..I don’t know why you’re thanking me ____…” he mutters, “I’m the one who hurt you..”
You just shake your head, holding onto him tighter, “Don’t ask.. Just help me to the doctor’s, would you?”
He complies, still wondering why you’d thank him instead of yelling at him for being reckless.
Kise: He’d never seen so much blood.
There you sat, holding your nose, as red gushed from it like a waterfall. He was too focused on the one-on-one, he forgot just how strong he could be.. As he moved to dodge, his elbow smashed into your face, and everything just stopped.
The ball now laid on the ground, forgotten, as he bent in front of you, cupping your cheek.
“Shit… I’m sorry ____-cchi…”
You make a noise, whether it was a grunt or whine, you don’t know, but you open one eye, looking at his worried hues… Why is he so cute?
You hear a rip, and you find a piece of cloth replacing your hand, only to realize it’s part of his shirt.. O..Oh.. He helps you clean your hand of the blood, and he helps you to the bench, where he grabs some water and helps you drink it.
“Let me know if you need to see the doctor… I can take you there..”
All you can do is smile, because it still hasn’t dawned on you that Kise went from being a wild beast, to a gentle and worried teen.. And seeing him so kind and caring, despite the circumstances, is something you’ll never get tired of..
“That was your favourite shirt…”
He blinks, wondering where that nonsense came from, and cups your cheek once more.
“You’re my favourite person, ____… I can always replace the shirt, but I can’t replace you.”
You laugh, only to wince because the pain was too much, and you let out a frustrated sigh.
“We should go to the doctor, Ryouta.. I need to make sure you didn’t break my nose…”
He just nods, grabbing all your things, before carrying you in his arms. He adjusts your head to rest against his shoulder, making sure you have a good grip on the cloth.
“Just relax… I’ll get you there in one piece.”
These were so perfect! I can totally see both of them doing exactly as you described!
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