Hey! Can i ask for a scenario for Kagami and Kise’s wedding day. Like who would attend it and who would be his best man and how everything would go. Nsfw at the end (wedding night)with a fem s!o. Thank you!

This was like two asks in one lol but I managed it! Woo… Kise’s is definitely more nsfw tho

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How about one for Kuroko? Maybe a fluffy scenario of his first kiss with his fem s/o? Simple I know but he’s so cute!! Thank you!

ugh yes, i love this boi. he’s my son. he’s so freaking cute UGH PROTECT HIM. i hope you enjoy :3 btw this starts out kinda sad but i PROMISE IT GETS CUTE. alSO IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG :)))

– Pocky

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So cute!!!! Don’t worry about the time, this was really sweet! Thank you!

Since I loved the other ones, how about head canons on Kuroko and Kagami liking the same girl. What would happen?

grandcruchuu:

ohhhh nice one!!! i hope you like this. i’m so sorry it took so long.

(psst i think kuroko would get the girl js)

Okay so these pinheads would see you at the same time while you’re working the cash register at their favorite burger place, Maji Burger.

The first time they see you, you’re rushing to the cash register on the far end of the order counter while hastily trying to pull your work cap on. Kagami stops speaking mid-sentence, his third rant about Aomine that day being cut short, as the gawking duo follow you with their eyes. Kuroko’s the first to change lines once you announce yours is open.

Hey so This Just In, Kuroko is a Charmer! I feel like his deadpan appearance and straightforward personality works to his advantage in this department.

So, when you smile and a greet him with a cheery, “Welcome to Maji Burger. May I take your order?” Yes, his breath is taken away. Yes, the butterflies tickle his stomach. But do you know that? Hell no. Therefore, he plays it cool and straightens his posture, only half-expecting you to notice his presence so quickly as he orders a medium—No. A large vanilla shake since you suggest it for a few bucks more.

Kuroko would visit the fast food joint way more often after your first encounter. Once a week turns to twice. Twice turns to three times. It’s to the point that you begin looking for him and his red-headed friend once you start your shift. It’s your duty to make sure the ice cream machine is up and running when they arrive.

He’s so attentive. Kuroko never fails to notice something different you’ve done with your hair or the new bracelet you’ve just purchased the day before. He always approaches the register with a compliment resting on the tip of his tongue. It’s held back by a tiny grin that you grow to adore as time goes on. He always holds up the line—Kagami intentionally cockblocks every time—but your bright smile makes it hard for him to care.

The two of you bond over your favorite shake flavors! One day he orders two shakes instead of one and you ask what’s the occasion. He leaves the larger one at the pickup station in a monotone, “Your lunch break is approaching, _______-kun. Enjoy it.” You can’t hide the smile that widens your expression.

GOD, HE WOULD USE TETSUYA #2 AS A WAY TO WIN YOU OVER!!!! Okay okay okay, he wouldn’t do it on purpose. But when he visits you and Tetsuya #2 pops out of his duffle and you immediately swoon over the cute puppy that looks exactly like Kuroko, there’s no doubt it’d work to his advantage. He’d offer to stay until your shift ends so you can pet the pup.

And yes. He uses your eagerness as an excuse to walk you home since you don’t live too far from the fast food place.

Kagami, oh Kagami. This boy is…hopeless when it comes to his feelings. From the very beginning, when he’s caught staring at you from across the restaurant with a dumbfounded look, he makes so many mistakes everyone in the vicinity can feel the secondhand embarrassment. And, I mean everyone.

Especially Kuroko, when it’s Kagami’s turn to place his order the first time the duo meets you. The shadow nearly has to interfere as Kagami stutters every order except his own.

“C-C-Can I have one number 15 p-please?—Wait. No! 15 number ones! Y-yeah. That’s right. 15…Cheese? No. I-I MEAN YES. Yes! I’d like some cheese on that!— I mean those!”

He makes it thru the cringe-y process, but not without red cheeks and sweaty hands. He face palms once he settles in his seat with his tray of food and groans out in frustration when Kuroko asks him “if [he’s] always that bad with pretty girls.”

It isn’t until Kagami gets down to his last burger that he realizes you’ve given him an extra one on the house to soothe his anxiety.

* Kagami’s not so great at this courting thing, but he tries his best to show you he’s interested with his presence. Since he’s already a pretty frequent customer, so there’s no real change in behavior. He just stutters less and orders more burgers when you’re manning the register.

Once he gets a little more comfortable, he invites you to their games whenever he gets the chance. He wants you to see him at what he thinks he’s at his best—when he’s in his element. Also, if you don’t have a love for basketball already, him and Kuroko would try their best to introduce you to the wonders of the sport and how fun the game is.

Okay so honestly

I feel like there would hardly be a feud at first because the three of you would be such good friends. Kuroko would appreciate becoming friends with you first before pursuing anything romantic. As for Kagami, he wouldn’t have a problem with your friendly threesome because of two reasons

1. He’d rely heavily on Kuroko’s ability to get along so well with the people he favors since the ace’s nerves wouldn’t let him relax when you and him are alone

And 2. Kagami’s pretty oblivious to the fact that Kuroko’s crushing on you anyway

They would walk you home after your later shifts. Most the time, you just listen to them bicker with each other like an old, married couple. You grow to appreciate their friendship since it’s so honest.

Then, Kuroko halts the fun by telling Kagami he likes you and he’s planning on confessing soon 🙂

Okay now this is when Kagami would step it up. He’d arrive at your job on days when Kuroko doesn’t so he’d be able to walk you home alone. He’d make you lunch for your lunch breaks. He’d even work up the courage to ask if you’d like to hang out during the weekend sometime!

Kuroko would bring the heat as well. By doing what? Simply confessing.

Which would then motivate Kagami to confess as well

And then you’d be in a pickle 🙂

These made me smile and laugh when I definitely needed it so thanks for the perfect timing and the super cute answers!

You like bungou stray dogs right? How about a knb crossover? What would be the GOM’s abilities and who would they work for (port mafia vs. Detective agency)

knb-babes-imagines:

grandcruchuu:

I HAD

SO MUCH FUN

WITH THIS!!!!!

THANK YOU BRO

Kuroko:

Come on.

He’d be a part of the Armed Detective Agency, no doubt. Kuroko is stationed in the office, but somehow always gets involved with fieldwork. He’d have an ability that everyone underestimates: an ability called Seek and Ye Shall Find, which allows him to create mirages for a short amount of time to trick his opponent. The ability affects a person’s senses and mood through focused attention so it’s a kind of hypnosis that only works if Kuroko and his opponent hold eye contact for a brief moment. It’s not an ability made for combat, but it’s pretty fucking useful and comes in handy when the agency needs a formidable distraction. Kuroko is never afraid to get his hands dirty, so if he doesn’t disobey orders and leave the office himself, he’s called for a job.

Aomine:

AHHH OKAY!

You know, for this guy my gut is saying he’d be like an antihero that the Detective Agency calls in when they need some backup. They’re always trying to recruit him, but Aomine doesn’t like people telling him what to do, so he declines every single time. HIS ABILITY WOULD BE SO LIT! I’m gonna bite off of Nakajima’s ability juuuust a little and say that Aomine would be able to turn into a black leopard. It’s so perfect for him. They’re fast as hell, lean and muscular, and have this mysterious and intimidating aura about them. Can you imagine a black leopard, but its hidden spots are this gleamy midnight blue, which also matches its eyes? THAT’S AOMINE! Like come on, it’s so perfect. Oh oh also, his ability is called Animal Instinct.

Kise:

Hmm.

I’m going to stick with his basketball strategy and call his ability, Carbon Copy. If he touches you, Kise can adapt your ability for a certain amount of time. It wears him out just like Perfect Copy does, since it’s literally impossible for his body to go thru all of those ability changes without affecting him. He’s a part of the Armed Detective Agency. His ability would be the most dangerous, but also the most useful of the bunch. It can end badly for him without Dazai around—imagine him gaining Chuuya’s power when he’s activated Corruption? God. Poor baby. He’d be in so much pain.

Akashi:

AKASHI WOULD BE AN AMAZING ADDITION TO THE PORT MAFIA! LIKE REALLY. Y’ALL DON’T UNDERSTAND.

He’d be a bomb executive. His second personality would be the gatekeeper of his ability. It’s all about control with this guy. So his ability is called Orchestration, which gives him the capability to make anyone in hearing range his puppet. To activate it, he simply positions his hands as if he’s holding a violin and plays a melody on invisible strings using a transparent bow. Anyone within earshot is immediately under his spell, doing anything he instructs them to do.

Murasakibara:

lol

He’s a part of the Port Mafia as well. He has an ability called Digest. It’s like Gluttony’s power. You know, from Fullmetal Alchemist? Yeah. He swallows you and you’re thrust into this other realm. A clock on the wall in a bland white room tells you how much time you have until the floor is lined with an acid meant to break down what’s been swallowed: you, buddy.

Midorima:

Port Mafia!

Mido-Mido possesses an ability called Perfect Measurement. It has to do with precision. He can shoot a sniper rifle and always get a headshot. He can throw a knife from a voluminous distance and still hit someone right between the eyes. It comes in handy.

These are amazing and just iibydxsetfjk two of my favorite shows combined??

Yes please, more please.

-Admin Saturn

I’m so in love with all of these I could cry!!! You named the abilities PERFECTLY!!!

Soul Mate AU where the temperature gets hotter the nearer they are, colder when they are further away with Kagami please! Thank you!

baesketballers:

It was always winter for you.

You first realized how cold the summer is for you when you started seventh grade, when puberty hit. The sun would always shine brightly out and you would wear your winter uniform—thankfully, though, not everybody gave you the weird look. They guessed that your soulmate was probably somewhere far away. You only knew a handful of other people who experienced the same thing, but it was bittersweet when you watched them meet their destined partners as the years pass by.

Thankfully, it felt less cold during your high school years. The weather in Yoyogi, where you went to school, was something you considered normal, although there were days when you still sensed the slight chill amidst summer’s smoldering heat. Easily enough, like the metaphorical ice that freezes you in the previous years, you thawed, becoming more social, more outgoing, more… happy.

Now, on your first day in university, you feel nervous—nervous and clammy. You start sweating slightly despite doing no physical activity out of what is considered normal. It’s spring. This has to mean something, doesn’t it? You remember your mother explaining to you back in junior high about the connection between your body temperature and your soulmate. You remember disregarding it for so long, until today, because for the first in the longest time, you feel warmth.

The grip on your textbooks tighten as you walk up to an older woman nervously. “Excuse me, which way to the university health service?”

“Second floor, across the—my, are you alright? You look very flushed,” she says, eyes wide as she politely cups your forehead to gauge your temperature. “Would you like me to accompany you instead?”

You smile sheepishly despite the constantly growing discomfort. “It’s quite alright, ma’am, just… a small fever.”

“Across lecture theater 2-A,” she concludes, still looking very much concerned at your condition, but you give her no chance to offer any more help because you dash away after whispering your thanks. The clinic is not far away, much to your relief, but what should you seek help for? “My soulmate is too close and I’m heating up, give me some meds for fever”?

Bed, you think, maybe lying down on a bed will help slightly. Your cardigan is starting to feel suffocating, and so are your long pants. You carefully but swiftly tread the stairs up to the second floor, looking around you for a sign leading to lecture hall 2-A—thank heavens you went for the campus tour several weeks ago.

Spotting the hall and the sign that says “Health Services” across it, you sigh, ready to break into a run yet again. It could just be your now fried neurons but you feel as though the heat has double, reducing you into a sweating mess thanks to your slightly covering outfit. Just as you are about to sprint, someone knocks into you from behind, toppling you and your textbooks over. You let out a small yelp of surprise, and another ‘oomph’ in pain when you feel your knees hit the ground.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

When you open your eyes again, you see a hand reaching out to you, but not close enough to touch you, as if hesitant. “Are you hurt?” You hear the guy say.

One look up and you can see his face. He definitely seems like a fellow student, by the looks of it, is crouched down, eyebrows knitted in concern, though there’s something else about him that is suspicious. You register the sheen on his skin, evidence of perspiration, and your heart skips a beat.

Could it be…?

Then those red eyes aren’t gazing into yours again, instead distracted by the fact that he made you drop all your textbooks, and in a second he is haphazardly gathering the prints into a neat stack in his hands. You notice a basketball lying next to him and your stomach sinks. He probably just finished morning practice or something—it’s too big of a coincidence for him to be your soulmate, right?

He hands the books to you as the two of you stand back up, you moving slightly sluggishly compared to him. You feel his eyes giving you a once-over, to make sure you’re okay, you assume, and he relaxes upon seeing no small wounds whatsoever.

“Please don’t run like that,” he says, trying not to sound too much like a worried mother as he scratches the back of his neck nervously, “it’s really crowded around here.”

“Sorry. Thanks,” you reply, the heat now much to unbearable for you, so you decide to get out of this nice person’s way and jog towards your destination.

As you walk away, disappearing into a corner, Kagami literally feels heat—your heat—travelling away from him, leaving him slightly less feverish than he is previously. In retrospect, he realizes that you looked sort of sweaty, but he figures it’s because you were running. He freezes, the basketball forgotten on the floor, as he focuses on how he feels his temperature dropping ever so slightly.

It takes him a few seconds to process the truth.

Five seconds later, he runs.

When the door to the health services room all but slams open (earning harsh reprimands from the staff), you can’t help but jump in surprise, but when you notice that it’s the guy from earlier who bangs the door, you are even more surprise. Perhaps he’s here to return something you dropped?

That’s probably it, you think, because you see him walking towards you, examining your form intensely as you sit on the edge of one bed. There’s heat behind his gaze, urgency, suspicion.

You can only look at him as he crouches in front of you to get to your eye level, before bringing his hand to cup your cheek. You gasp—there’s an electric spark where his bare skin meets yours, lasting only for half a second before it dies down along with the bothering swelter in your veins, and suddenly, you can feel the cool blow of the air conditioner against your arms.

“I think you’re my soulmate,” you find yourself speaking up.

“Kagami,” he replies, not looking away from your face but quickly retracting the hand on your cheek as if accepting the fact. “Kagami Taiga.”

You offer him your name with a handshake, noting the coolness of his skin, and that he’s no longer sweating.

“You gave me hell—cold hell—six years ago,” you say, the smile on your face a mix of shyness, nerves, and a weird giddiness that flips your stomach multiple times.

He lets out a soft chuckle though the look on his face is rather apologetic.

“Sorry, I was in America.”

Awwwww! You picked mine! I LOVE it Gabby! You did really great with a super interesting soul mate AU! Thank you!

15 days writing valentine’s day number 15 with Himuro and Midorima

imagine-knb:

Admitting a crush/Secret Admirer

Midorima

It looked as if it had been written on a typewriter, the penmanship so perfect that not a single letter looked out of place. Every line crossed, every punctuation marked looked as perfect as if it had been written in a textbook. Every so often there would be a little flourish, almost as if some personality were coming through in the lettering themselves, but for the most part the paper was bare of any decoration. It was a simple, one paged note. Reading through it, it documented numerous occasions of interaction. It was clear in the language that an admiration had been established and more was craved.

Midorima found himself uncharacteristically biting the inside of his cheek as he read through the note. The wording had been carefully chosen to convey every message that he was receiving and he wondered if it was the same for the other party. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he neared the end of it, where a name would normally be signed. At the end, the simple script that read ‘Your Secret Admirer’ faced him instead.

Midorima sealed the letter into an envelope before slipping it into your locker. Hopefully you’d find it soon.

Himuro

How many times had be been on the receiving end of a confession? Too many to count if he were being completely honest with himself. He’d turned down many admirers before, thinking that none of them had been truly what he’d been searching for at the time. He wondered how many hearts he had broken and how many were still picking up the pieces. It made a frown etch itself onto his face thinking about every one of those people.

He knew exactly how they felt now. Heart pounding and hands sweating, he had to admit that admitting to a crush was one of the hardest things he’d ever done in his life. He could hear the little voice in his head, a conscious or a little devil, telling him that this was the wrong move and there was no way his feelings would be reciprocated. His voice of reason, the little angel, was trying its best to refute every one of those arguments; he should do this, because if he didn’t then he would never know. Had this been the same thought process for all of his admirers? If it was, it was torture.

“I’ve got something I need to tell you,” he started and even those words seemed to burn through his throat, making him want to stop altogether.

Hi! Can I request a Kirisaki Daichi being protective of their manager and how they’d go about scaring off people trying to date her?

imagine-knb:

There had always been people trying to get a date with you and they’d come up to you in many different situations. Whether it be during school with an invitation to lunch, before practice with a sudden confession, or during the weekend with a random meeting. The boys had noticed your influx of attention the moment they decided to take you under their wings and it had bothered them all. Today, Valentine’s Day, had always been the worst day for them all.

Hanamiya: His fists were shaking at his sides, wanting so desperately to punch the person in front of him. Did they seriously think it was a good idea to ask him if they could ask you out? What was he, your keeper? Yes. Yes he was. “The answer is no, idiot,” he sneered, walking away before he could do much else with the poor sap who’d asked the wrong person.

Seto: He walks into school with you, his tall stature and dark glare enough to scare away anyone even thinking of walking up to you so early in the morning. For those still stupid enough to even try, Seto has a few choice words that he grumbles out under his breath just loud enough for them to hear. The look they give him when he does this makes him smirk. The weak were so easy to scare.

Furuhashi: “Furhashi, don’t be so mean!” You were scolding him, but it would all be worth it in the long run. How many people had he made walk away in shame as they tried to confess to you all because he made short, snide comments about their appearance. It really wasn’t his fault. Anybody who didn’t have any self confidence shouldn’t even think of dating you anyway.

Hara: “Don’t worry about that. I’ll get it out of your locker for you!” It was weird that Hara was being so nice, but he had a reason for it all. Earlier that day, he’d sabotaged your locker to make sure any love notes you’d receive would be immediately dumped into a paper shredder. It was a good thing he knew the combination to your locker so you wouldn’t have to see that hellish mess.

Yamazaki: He was beginning to feel sicker by the minute, but Yamazaki’s resolve would not be the thing to break first. Every gift of chocolate you had received that day was in his stomach well before you could even see them. Call it selfish, but he didn’t want anyone winning you over. Especially not anyone who would be willing to feed you shitty homemade chocolates.

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?

imagining-with-knb:

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.

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

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-Neon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The stairwell was only a few feet behind her.

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

“Big sister, what are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Is anybody there?”

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

“Why is it still so dark?”

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

“What are you looking at big sister?”

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

“I want to see, too.”

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

And then she slept.

Creepy!!!