Since we’re close to spooky day 😁😁how about what type of outfits some of the main boys from KNB would wear with their s/o?? If someone already requested this then the Haikyuu boys

Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy!

Kuroko – Regardless of what he wears, he inevitably becomes “the invisible man” thanks to his low presence so he is ok with wearing whatever compliments you and will let you decide. You want to go as werewolves? He’ll put on the mask. You want to be Thing 1 and Thing 2? He’s down to wear a comfy onesie.

Kagami – Just like everything else, this boy is hella competitive and wants to win the costume contest so he will go all out on whatever costume he and you decide to do. I can see him playing to the strength of his height, going as a Titan with you as a member of the military, or he’s Frankenstein and you’re either the professor or bride, depending on your preference.

Midorima– It takes some convincing (and whining from Takao) to get him to agree to dress up. Once he does, he insists on simplicity and something that goes with his lucky item so don’t be surprised if he’s pulling out a doctor/patient cop-out (though he does look unfairly good in scrubs or his white coat). You might be able to convince him to do Phantom of the Opera/Christine since he owns a tux and would only need to get the mask.

Kise – He is ALL about Halloween and will take full advantage of his makeup team to turn you and him into the most authentic looking zombies on the block. He usually has to be all about beauty and poise so being able to cut loose and be gross, covered in fake blood, brains, torn clothes, the works is a dream for him. Just let him do all the planning and sit back to watch the magic happen. Is it cheating? Kagami certainly thinks so but it doesn’t stop Kise from enjoying the day to the fullest. He may even drag you to a zombie event to show off further.

Aomine – Lazy bones here will take even more convincing to dress up. Sure, he wants you to wear something but every suggestion begins with “naughty”. If you’re shy or apprehensive about showing a lot of skin in public but still want to get him to agree to go to a party, suggest superheroes. Skin tight will definitely get his attention. Going as agents of Shield or maybe a Rogue/Gambit pairing will most likely draw him, despite his complaints.

Akashi – Here’s another one who will use his money and the ability to hire people to its full advantage. Full Dia De Los Muertos with costumes that just may be authentic (you wouldn’t put it past him) and makeup artists to paint on the most perfect skull faces for you both. You’ll arrive to whatever party in a fancy hearse.

Murasakibara – Let’s be real, the only reason he’s agreeing to dress up at all is you told him he’d get more candy (bring your own bag just in case). That being said, as long as you don’t make him do any work on planning or making the costume and it’s nothing too complicated or uncomfortable to wear (ie, not a lot of makeup that could get in the way of his candy consumption) he’ll go along with it. Stick him and yourself in black onesies (assuming you can find one that fits him) with bones on it to go as skeletons and call it a night. He’ll wear the mask for the contest but then will be on the couch or in a corner munching his candy.

what would be gom’s reaction if their female best friend (the reader in this case) told them that their s/o was cheating on them? Who would believe the friend and who would believe the s/o? How would they feel if it turned out their best friend was telling the truth?

grandcruchuu:

man i really like kuroko. thank you for the ask bro bro

Kuroko:

“I appreciate your concern, _________-kun, but I’ll need more than just your words to confirm your suspicions.”

He’s too equitable for his own good. No matter how many times you warn him, he won’t listen. He’d approach his significant other and question them about it, but if they deny, he won’t push the issue. You’d have to provide cold, hard evidence for him to budge, and even then, he won’t let the matter rest until his significant other comes clean, whether rude and boastful or quiet and regretful. He’s not naive, just upstanding. His goal is to get them to own up to their faults.

It’s hard to become extremely close friends with Kuroko without having a high level of tolerance for his stubborn nature so, you’d forgive him for not believing you. Besides, it would take him no time to formally apologize, emphasizing that it wasn’t his trust in you that had been in jeopardy. He just simply couldn’t let a relationship with such a high level of intimacy die without giving the person he’d trusted with his heart a chance to prove your accusation wrong. That’s when it would hit him—when it was acknowledged not only mentally, but verbally. And, he would let you hold him until the hollowness in his chest is filled by your warm words and I’m sorrys that weren’t touched by the lips he’d had to share with someone else.

Kise:

“_______-cchi, don’t make jokes like that! Take it back!”

Another sucker. Except Kise is a special case, in my opinion. Okay. Listen. Hear me out. I’ve said this before, and now I’m saying it again. Kise is a Gemini so therefore, Kise is an air sign. Air signs are terrible with commitment and can be pretty manipulative in general. I think Kise The Model would appear to ignore your accusation, but in hindsight be extremely paranoid about his significant other’s possible infidelity. Why? Because he’s been flirting with a few people on the side himself.

If he finds out you’re telling the truth—which he’d go to great lengths to find out—the tears would stream, but then the next day, it would be like the relationship never happened. Only you would know of Kise’s aching heart because he only wears it on his sleeve behind closed doors. You comfort him, but mention that this just might be karma for how fleetingly he loves. He doesn’t respond as you caress his blonde bangs while he rests his head in your lap. You wonder what you’re going to do with him as another text message comes in on his phone.

Akashi:

“You’ve noticed as well, I see.”

He would already have his suspicions when you nervously approach him with the bad news. The red-headed captain would thank you for your honesty, and reassure that he “has it under control from here.” You swallow at the phrasing. Depending on the state of mind he’s in, Akashi’s way of handling things can be injurious—always in the most elegant way somehow.

He’s not the type to sulk for long. Once he’s confirmed his significant other’s cheating ways thru a text thread he’s attained by calling God knows who, he confronts his partner about it. If they come clean, their punishment is a quick break up. If not, Akashi has something in store for them that they will never forget.

I think he’s the type that doesn’t mention anything about them until you bring up the topic over a lunch date months later. You gawk when he tells you their family business suddenly declared bankruptcy and they’ve moved across the country as he takes a quick sip of his mimosa. The glint in his eye confesses more than his words.

Aomine:

“Stop talking out of your ass. It’ll get you in trouble one day.”

He’d be angry. So angry that what starts as a conversation meant to forewarn turns into a full-blown argument. As his best friend, you know it isn’t what you say that pisses him off, but the high possibility of it since you are the one that brings it to him. If it were anyone else, he’d dismiss them immediately, but you’re always spot on with these kinds of things.

I believe that once Aomine gets into a relationship, it’s serious. He isn’t the kind to waste his time dating a person that he’s not expecting something long-term with because “being committed is already exhausting as it is.”

He’d find out the truth in the worst way: he walks in on his significant other kissing someone on the roof of the school during club time. His roof of all fucking places. He’s so close to going apeshit, but you walk in just in time. You practically yank him off the roof as he barks at the couple with a ferocious look that screams murder.

With enough coaxing, he ends up in the empty locker room next to the school gym that his teammates are practicing in. You remain silent until he springs up and exits. You follow moments after and push open the gym doors revealing him shooting threes while the Touou basketball team watches in confusion. You don’t reply to their questions of concern. Only sigh and ask the Coach if Aomine would be able to stay after practice ends. It’s obvious he’d be here a while.

Midorima:

“Okay. Thank you.”

Your heart would break witnessing him swim through a sea of emotions while you stand on land. You are safe from the drowning feeling of heartbreak coming his way. You wouldn’t be sure if he believes you or not. His words would be sparse, but his working thoughts would bounce against the walls of his brain rapidly and never cease until he gets the answer he needs.

When he does, you realize you aren’t as safe as you think you are. Your feet are still in the water. You can feel every emotion hitting him full force as he tells you the worst news: his significant other had confessed their infidelities and broke up with him immediately after. Rage, confusion, sadness, and rage again.

It wouldn’t be him that reacts irrationally, but you. You’d confront his ex and Takao would need to restrain your frame to keep you from inflicting physical pain on them. You want to compensate for the emotional turmoil they’d spat at your best friend. Midorima wouldn’t approve and he’ll tell you rather bluntly. But months later, after he’s returned to the sand, he’d thank you for your “vulgar but appreciated” concern.

Murasakibara:

“__________-chin, that doesn’t make me feel good. Don’t say that.”

He wouldn’t believe you, but he’d be curious. Not suspicious, curious. Murasakibara would ask his significant other, and if they have a good heart, they’ll come clean.

If he’s lied to and discovers it himself in the near future, disaster unveils itself. He’d trash his room. He’d want to pummel the person his partner was cheating with.

You’re the only one that can calm him down. With two heavy snack bags, you knock on his door. Murasakibara wouldn’t acknowledge you as you plop down and offer him a packet of Nerunerunerune candy. He takes it and begins to eat it slowly in silence. You smile when his head eventually rests on your shoulder.

These broke my heart but in the best way possible. As much as it hurts, Midorima’s was my favorite because I feel like you nailed the imagery of what he’d be going through on the head. Also, Kuroko’s was interesting. At first I was not sure I agreed but your reasoning is sound and that would be a very Kuroko thing to do.

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).

imagine-knb:

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.”

NSFW scenario with Midorimia and the prompt “It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.” Gender neutral s/o please!

imagine-knb:

He could feel the kinks and knots in his shoulders relaxing as you worked at them with your hands, fingers applying pressure in an even motion that had him practically melting at your touch. It had been a while since you’d given Midorima a massage and an even longer time since he’d actually openly asked for one. The nudging touches and squeezing pressure was only amplified by the fact that he’d removed his shirt, allowing your digits to dig into the sore muscles.

“You need to sit back and relax more often,” you chastised, voice soft as you continued to work your hands from his shoulders down his arms. Even years after he’d stopped playing basketball every day, Midorima was still rather muscular. “It won’t be good for you health if you stay this tense all the time.”

He merely grunted in affirmation, nodding only slightly as he focused on the feel of your hands traveling down. Eventually your massaging motions turned into simple touches as you smoothed your fingers along his skin. Fingertips brushing against the expanse of his arms, you moved on to the muscles of his abs when you felt yourself craving for more. A shudder ran through his body as you did so, his head leaning back to rest against your body as you held him from behind.

“It’s been a long day,” you murmured, the tips of your fingers dangerously close to the hem of his pants. You played with the trail of hair that led into them, gently curling them around your fingers and following their path downward. It wasn’t hard to see the excitement that was beginning to affect Midorima. “Let’s take a bath together. It’s been a while.”

A soft, almost relieved, sigh left Midorima’s lips when you unbuttoned his pants and undid his fly, one hand dipping into the unseen expanse of his groin. Your fingers were gentle in their grip, holding him at his base and gently dragging along his shaft. Another breath left Midorima, this one shuddering. He couldn’t get the image of a steamy bathroom and a naked you being held in his arms out of his imagination.

It was time to make that image a reality.

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.

Valentine’s day #3 with the megane trio? (separately)

imagine-knb:

Prompt: Blind Date / Set up by friends

Midorima

He was going to kill Takao.

He’d told him time and again he could handle his own social life and to stay out of it but somehow his former teammate (and reluctantly admitted friend) had coerced him into a blind date, on Valentine’s day of all days.

He reached up to adjust his tie, then his glasses, his fingers feeling oddly tingly without their usual tape, the wearing of which he’d grown out of after college ended. Midorima hated feeling out of his depth but not knowing one thing about the person he was to meet except what Takao had said put him more on edge than he wanted to admit.

You’ll love them, they’re perfect for you.

But Takao’s idea of perfection and Midorima’s were in grand opposition to one another.

Sighing, he looked at his watch once more; five more minutes until the inevitable.

He supposed he could just leave, had considered it more than once, but it wasn’t your fault his best friend – since when did he let that consideration slip into his mind – was an idiot.

“You must be Midorima-san. Takao-kun mentioned you’d be a bit fidgety.”

Your voice caught him off guard, making him start and lending credence to the assertion of his nerves.

Yep, he’s a dead man.

But Midorima’s formulation of Takao’s impending murder and the subsequent cover up came to a grinding halt the moment his eyes landed on you. As far as first impressions went, it was a very good one. Not usually one swayed by outward appearances alone, Midorima was startled by the intense and immediate attraction he felt at first sight. He wouldn’t call it love, he wasn’t fanciful enough for that, but there was definitely something worth exploring.

Remembering his manners, he stood quickly, extending a hand to shake yours and when you smiled, let out a little giggle he wasn’t sure was from amusement or nerves, Midorima felt his heart palpitate a bit quicker.

“Yes,” he finally said, trying to clear his throat of apprehension, “and you must be _____. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Really? And here Takao-kun had warned me you’d be a cold stick in the mud.”

His cheeks flushed crimson and you laughed a little more. “I’m sorry, if you couldn’t tell already there’s a reason Takao-kun and I are friends, we both don’t know when to quit teasing.”

Midorima took a deep breath, gathering enough wits to finally wonder what his face must look like and tried not to flush a deeper red. As distraction, he swiftly moved to the other side of the table, pulling out the chair nestled against its edge and waved you to have a seat. Smiling, you did as bidden, thanking him quietly as he pushed you in comfortably.

He retook his own seat, signaled the waiter and ordered a bottle of wine. Settling his folded hands on the table, he fixed you with what he hoped was a confident stare. “Now that the awkward pleasantries at my expense are out of the way, how about you tell me a little about yourself?”

The indelicate snort you let into your water glass let him know the likeliness of that was fleeting at best. “So serious,” you teased, setting down the drink, “no need to treat this like a job interview.”

He huffed, looking down at the table, fingers clenching a bit tighter. Jaw tight he intoned, “Forgive me, this is….not something I usually do.”

He looked up to see your eyes soften and nearly drew his hands back when your own covered them. “I’m sorry…I…I’m nervous too and, well, teasing is my defense mechanism.” Taking your own deep breath, you released his hands, sat back and took another drink of water before saying, “Let’s start over shall we? Really give this a chance?”

He hummed agreement, taking the bottle of wine which appeared at that moment and poured two glasses. Lifting his own, he said, “To new experiences with new acquaintances.”

“Here, here,” you agreed, tapping his glass with your own.

As you both drank, you settled, bodies relaxing and conversation flowing a little more easily. Maybe Takao knew what he was talking about after all.

Hyuuga

“I swear, they should be here any minute,” Hyuuga mutters, checking his phone for what must be the fiftieth time in the span of five minutes.

“Hyuuga-kun, it’s fine. You know how they are,” you assure, though you can’t quite keep a note of irritation from your voice. Was it really so bad spending time together…alone? You’d been dancing around each other practically all year, much to the chagrin and irritation of your mutual friends, but neither you nor Hyuuga were ready to admit to yourselves, much less to each other, how you felt.

“That’s it, I’m calling Teppei,” Hyuuga grumbles, drawing you out of your musings. You sigh, watching his back as he walks a bit away, unsure why he doesn’t just stay by you to make the call. Then again, he’s probably going to give his best friend an earful for being so late and doesn’t want to make you an uncomfortable witness to it; Hyuuga can be quite intense when he’s upset.

Down the lane, Hyuuga finally gets Kiyoshi’s on the phone. “Where the hell are you?” he practically shouts into the mouthpiece.

“Well hello to you too, Junpei.” Kiyoshi’s mirthful tone is enough to set Hyuuga’s teeth on edge.

“Cut the crap, where are you and the rest of the guys?”

“Home,” comes the simply reply.

Hyuuga pauses, feeling the vein on his temple rise. “Excuse me? You ditched _____ and me? On single’s night?!”

Kiyoshi chuckles and Hyuuga can just picture him shaking his head. “Yes and no. We ditched you so that you could become not single anymore.”

“Wha-”

“Now you cut the crap, Junpei,” Kiyoshi admonishes voice dropping to a more serious tone. “The two of you need to get your act together and put us all out of our misery watching you fumble over the fact you’re crazy for each other!”

“Go for it captain!”

“You can do it!”

“We believe in you!”

The background chants of his team do little to encourage Hyuuga, instead putting him more ill at ease. “I told you,” he hisses, “to leave it alone. To let me…us…whatever handle it as we see fit! I don’t even know if _____actually likes me like that! I don’t know if I like ______ like that!”

There’s a garbled protest and then Riko is the one shouting on the line. “That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard Junpei! Now be a man and tell _______how you feel or so help me, I’ll-”

“Ok, Riko, ok, that’s enough,” Kiyoshi’s voice says over the line. Then to Hyuuga he adds, “You might as well get it over with, because if you don’t we’re done playing nice.”

“Nice? You call this nice? Dumping us off together on single’s night on Valentine’s day?!”

“Who’s dumping who now?”

Your voice makes Hyuuga almost drop his phone. From the other side of the city he hears Kiyoshi laugh loudly. “Now you’ve done it. Good luck!” And the line goes dead.

Slowly Hyuuga looks at you, cheeks burning red all the way up to his ears. “Hey, are you ok?” you ask, stepping into his personal space and stealing the very breath from his lungs when the back of your hand touches his forehead. “Geez, you’re burning up, Hyuuga-san, we should get you home and-”

“I like you,” he blurts out stalling your words.

Blinking up at him, your mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Gathering courage he quickly pockets his phone, replacing it with your hand in his. Giving it a squeeze he repeats, “I like you, _____.”

And when you smile bright and wide, he feels a flood of relief rush through his chest. He’ll have to make sure to thank his team properly the next time he sees them.

Imayoshi

You stood, body shaking both from the cold and, you hated to admit, irritation. No, it had blown way past irritation into the neighborhood of hot blooded rage. How dare someone be so…so…callous! So cruel! And you without your phone to call and give him a piece of your mind, lost somewhere and another thing you’d have to deal with.

“This is exactly why I don’t date,” you huffed, breath coming out in steamy vapor.

“______-chan?”

The nearness of the voice made you jump, your eyes wide as you turned to face whoever had managed to get into your personal space without you noticing. When his visage came into focus, you smiled ever so slightly. “Good evening, Imayoshi-san,” you offered, tilting your head slightly.

He returned the gesture, never losing his trademark smirk, the one he hid behind so often. “And what, pray tell, has you in such a tiff?” he asked, the steam from the cup in his hand an inviting distraction from the cold.

Snapping your eyes to his face, you shrugged. “Oh, um, well.” No sense in denying it, he’d probably already figured it out. “I got stood up.”

He clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, the nerve of some people, and on Valentine’s day too.” He shook his index finger to and fro. “Very naughty.” You nodded, turning to look back out over the water. “Good thing I came along,” he added, stepping closer to the edge of the bridge and by proxy yourself. “Would hate for you to have done something irreversible.”

You smacked his arm. “I wouldn’t jump over something so frivolous.”

He grinned. “Good to hear it.” A pause and then, “Well, seeing as you’re alone and I’m alone, why don’t we be alone together? Somewhere preferably with a heater and hot food, perhaps?”

Shoving down the tiny glimmer of hope that flooded your heart, and reminding yourself this was merely your good…friend?…being kind you nodded, accepting his arm.

When you reached a suitable and uncrowded bistro he ushered you indoors away from the cold. Taking your coat, Imayoshi glanced back through the door, smirking as your would be date wandered two and fro looking aimlessly for you. Such a shame, Imayoshi considered as your phone in his pocket buzzed for probably the tenth time, but you were his…you just weren’t aware of it yet.

I know Imayoshi’s is a bit…odd…but I can just see him setting up his own date like this. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed these! – Admin Jade

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.

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)?

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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

actors au, gom reacting after having just played the akashi suddenly cutting his bangs scene

imagine-knb:

“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?”