Tag: gom

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. 

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!!!

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. 

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?”

Welcome back. I hope finals go well for you both! I wanted to ask for how GOM +Kagami, Imayoshi, Takao, Himuro, and Kasamatsu (sorry if there are too many) would react being caught under the mistletoe with their crush?

imagine-knb:

No need to apologize for the amount of characters! We technically don’t have a character limit, but do know that the more you ask for, the more likely the answers will be on the shorter side!

Kuroko: Despite the little bit of color that is on his cheeks, Kuroko seems to be more confident than he’s letting on. It’s almost too easy for him to lean into you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. He didn’t miss; he just didn’t want to give you a full kiss in case you didn’t reciprocate his feelings.

Kagami: But he hasn’t even confessed to you yet! Kagami’s face almost matches his hair with how hard he is blushing and the words coming out of his mouth are garbled up to the point you have no idea if he’s speaking in Japanese, English, or Gibberish. You might not get a kiss if he continues for long.

Kise: It’s hard for Kise to hide the excitement on his face when he notices the mistletoe above the two of you. Trying his best to mask it, he tries to go for smooth and suave as he places a delicate finger under your chin. It’s almost too cheesy the way he tilts your face toward his so he can kiss you.

Kasamatsu: With how red his face is and how silent he was, you wouldn’t be surprised if Kasamatsu had turned into an actual tomato right before your eyes. He’s trying his best not to acknowledge the mistletoe while also glancing at it every two seconds. He definitely can’t be the one to make the first move.

Aomine: This is almost too perfect of a chance. Aomine practically traps you against the door frame, throwing one of his arms above your head as he leans in rather close from the get go. The look in his eyes says he’s hoping to turn a simple peck on the lips into something more.

Imayoshi: Knowing for a fact that you can see the mistletoe above your head, Imayoshi decides to play the role of the oblivious one. What does a mistletoe mean again? The smirk widens on his face as he watches you embarrassingly scramble to explain to him what he already knows.

Midorima: There’s a light dusting of color on his cheeks, but Midorima is mature enough to know he shouldn’t make pebbles into mountains. Despite you being his crush, he almost makes you think this is a business transaction with how formal he’s being, going so far as to ask for permission twice.

Takao: Was this crush of his supposed to be a secret? Because it obviously isn’t with the way Takao gives a little cheer when the two of you get caught under the mistletoe. He’s quick to give you a peck on the cheek and it absolutely makes his heart to somersaults when you pout at not getting anything more.

Murasakibara: The kiss tastes of sugar; of course, that’s because Murasakibara had been nibbling at some powdered cookies just before. The way you lick your lips afterward is almost too adorable and he has to stop himself from leaning down to give you another kiss.

Himuro: Making sure to let you know that the two of you could skip out on the tradition if it makes you uncomfortable, Himuro secretly hopes that you’ll be fine with him offering you a kiss. His heart starts beating faster when you lean in to give him one before he can finish asking.

Akashi: He’s not a stickler for tradition, but this is one thing that Akashi can’t pass up. The hand he has on your cheek is cold in comparison to your warming face. You glance up just in time to see a gentle smile before he’s leaning down to press his lips against yours.

So cute!!

may i please please please request gom reactions after seeing s/o crying for the first time in front of them and the s/o is pouting and tears are just quietly streaming down their face?? thank you so much i love your blog so much and you can choose to make it nsfw or sfw (your choice ^______^)

sakurashortstack:

Not gonna lie guys, I am so unhelpful when people cry. Like do I touch their back? Pat their head? Seek brutal revenge in their honor? WHAT DO I DO!?!? Thanks for the awesome ask Anon! 

Akashi:

He stood utterly bewildered, blinking in confusion as the
tears streamed down your face in angry streams. It wasn’t his intention to make
you cry when he brought up your struggling math grade…but he bit his cheek in
frustration when he realized it may have come off condescending with the tone
he used.

“_____…” His hand was slow and he tentatively reached out,
hoping you wouldn’t shrug away his touch, but he was pleased that you curled
into his hug instead. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to sound insulting. I merely
know that you are capable of more and wish to see you succeed.” His voice was
quiet and his hold on you was gentle, as though he feared you would pull away
at any moment.

“I suck at math Sei-kun…I’ll never pass…” Your voice was
muffled by his chest and his hand smoothed down your back in comfort, drawing
lazily circles as your breathing evened out.

“Yes, you will. You have me remember? We will get through
this together. Come, let’s get lunch before we study.” He waited for your agreeing
nod before leading you away, making a mental note to work on his tone of voice.
He never wanted to see you cry like that again.

Aomine:

Of all the things to see you cry over, he didn’t expect it
to be over something he said to another person. He had just beaten Seirin in
the Interhigh, with an impressive 112-55 score. Why would you care what he said
to Bakagami and Tetsu? But seeing the tears run down your cheeks and your fists
clenched tightly unnerved him. He swallowed the uncomfortable lump building in
his throat, trying to take in a deep breath despite the air becoming thicker in
his anxiety.

“Babe?” He couldn’t even voice his question as he tried desperately
to shake off your unwavering eye contact.

“Winning isn’t enough? You intentionally have to be a jerk
to the other team? Seriously Daiki?” His hand rubbed the back of his head in
shame as his gaze still lingered on the wooden floors, eyes narrowing as he
swallowed down a hasty comeback that would dig him deeper in the hole he made
for himself.

“I…I promise I’ll lay off. Okay?” His voice is quieter than
usual and his cheeks tinge with red as you watch him glance up at you
nervously. You nod with a small sigh, grabbing his hand to leave the gym. You
never wanted him to ‘change’ but you did want him to work through his emotions
surrounding the game he loved so much. The boy had some soul searching to do.

Kise:

“____cchi!? What happened!?” His panic was evident in his
high-pitched screech, he bombarded you with questions wondering who on Earth
could make you cry. In the whole time you had been dating, you always wore a
cheerful smile, so seeing the downturned frown sent a wave of fear through the
golden-haired boy.

“Your stupid fangirls is what! They completely trashed my
locked and the pictures you gave me from our vacation were ruined!” You were
almost shaking with anger, you knew his fangirls were obsessive but this was
getting ridiculous. Seeing your favorite photo of the two of you kissing,
completely shredded on the ground, was your breaking point. His eyes darkened a
bit and you felt firm arms pull you into an inescapable hug.

“This will not happen again. I can promise you that ____.”
Your eyes widened as you realized he dropped your usual honorific and a part of
you honestly felt bad for the girl who did it…because that meant Kise was livid. “____,
let’s go get some coffee, hm?” You could see the tightly concealed fury that
danced in his golden irises, and gave him a small smile, hoping he wouldn’t
scare the fangirls too much. Though you felt comfort in knowing he wouldn’t
tolerate ill behavior towards you.

Midorima:

He wondered briefly how, on his worst Oha Asa prediction yet,
you had managed to get him out of the house. Cancer’s were said to have
terrible luck all day and in fear, he cancelled your anniversary date. But
seeing the tears that streaked down your face on video chat, made his skin
crawl. His chest tightened and taped fingers clutched pathetically to his daily
item.

“F-fine. For you I
will go out. But I need at least two of my good-luck item, nanodayo.” He
grunted while pushing his glasses up in a subconsciously anxious move. Seeing
the small smile, you gave over video chat eased the pain in his chest.

So here you were now, in your favorite restaurant, despite
the boy’s paranoia. He had multiple stuffed animals around him as they were his
lucky item of the day. You couldn’t help but give him a kiss on the cheek, as
you know how hard it was for him to come out. He really did put you above all,
even chancing a fight with fate.

 

Murasakibara:

You actually didn’t mean to start crying, it was an
involuntary action. You had gone to give Okamura a bottle of water as requested
by the coach, but he didn’t see you because of your height difference. As he
turned he accidently bumped you, causing you to fall and bump your arm
painfully on the side bench. As the first tear fell, you could sense your
boyfriend coming up behind you.

“Oi, ____-chin you okay?” Murasakibara leaned down to pick
you up, but as your head turned and he saw the tear, he froze. His gut twisted
sharply and his eyes narrowed in on a flustered Okamura, who continuously apologized.
“____…you’re crying.” His normal childish tone was gone and his narrowed in
challenge to Okamura who Himuro was desperately trying to usher away from the
purple titan.

“Atsu-kun, it was an accident I’m fine I swear!” You stood
up and tried your hardest to fight back the hiss that worked its way passed
your lips, but ultimately failed. Your eyes widened before you looked to
Okamura in panic, “Senpai, RUN!” Was the only advice you could give before you
all watched the purple titan comically chase around a screaming Okamura.
Perhaps Mura being lazy was best for everyone’s health…

These are so awesome! I have to say the author’s note made me laugh out loud, especially the “Seek brutal revenge in their honor?” part.