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Hi guys! This is Mina. I just changed my url from nakajiimatsuhis to kiseryoutas, recently. Putting that aside, I want to thank you all! Thank you so much guys! I’ve reached another milestone, and this is because of you! Thank you for also sticking with this blog of mine, even though I’ve been inactive for awhile. These are the amazing blogs that I’m following! I highly recommend that you follow them too! Also, please don’t mind this simple edit lol. If I made a mistake on the list , please tell me!

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6

Selling Kuroko no Basuke merch again since there are still leftovers from my previous post and I added some new goodies! ✨

FIGURES

  • Banpresto (Master Stars Piece) Kuroko Tetsuya Figure - $35
  • Aomine Daiki DXF Figure - $30
  • Kuroko Tetsuya Chibi Kyun-Chara Figure - $16
  • Midorima Shintarou (Half Age) Figure - $10
  • Aomine Daiki/Kise Ryouta One Coin Mini Figures - $8 each ($12 for BOTH)
  • Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya (After The Game) Chibi Kyun-Chara Figure - $12 each ($20 for BOTH)
  • Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya Suwarasetai (Sitting) Figures - $10 each ($15 for BOTH)

MISCELLANEOUS

  • Kuroko Tetsuya Big Button Badge (150mm w/ stand) - $12
  • Kuroko Tetsuya Can Badge (2.26") - $5
  • Kuroko Tetsuya PetaMo! Wall Sticker - $4
  • Kuroko Tetsuya Small Pouch Bag - $8
  • Kuroko Tetsuya/Kagami Taiga Can Badge Set - $6
  • Kuroko Tetsuya (Teiko) Mascot Keychain - $5
  • Kuroko Tetsuya Metallic Phone Charm - $7
  • Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya Keychains - $6 each ($10 for BOTH)
  • Kuroko Tetsuya Tote Bag - $12
  • Kuroko no Basuke TV Animation Illustration Works Art Book - $40

DOUJINSHIS

  • 3 AoKaga and 1 KagaKuro doujinshis. All R18 except the first AoKaga doujin - $15 each (message me for more info if interested!!)

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*If interested, I can hold item(s) for you. However, if I don’t hear back from you within 1 week after the discussion (unless you have a reason), they will be relisted for sale.

If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask me! (*´・v・)

*Crossed out listings = ON HOLD/SOLD OUT

knbaes-n-bakas  asked:

I just realized how much of a time difference there is between you and I! So I doubt this'll make it in, but worth a shot. May I request some shopping scenarios/drabbles of Kagami + Himuro + Kiyoshi + and Takao with their s/o? What happens at the store/mall, I will leave to you~! Thanks love! c:

LMAO YES I WAS WONDERING THAT TOO but then none of my followers seem to comment if the opening time is too late or anything like that, I just assumed it was okay (。・・。) I’m going to modify the askbox opening time for the next round I swear ANYWAY you made it! My askbox fills up reaaaally slowly so please don’t doubt that you’ll make it in lmao

Hope you enjoy this! So nervous writing for a senpai


Kagami: He has trouble looking for shoes that fit his rather large feet, so when he called you up for a shopping date you were totally down with it. Kagami mentioned a shopping complex that you’ve never visited before, thinking it’s a good opportunity for you to go there – plus, a new sports outlet has opened, and he thought he could find his size. 

It is a Saturday, and the place is littered with young adult couples, visibly enjoying their time together and showing off PDA. You notice this as soon as you arrived. You and Kagami have been together for several months now, and PDA has now become non-problematic (he used to blush and cover his face a lot in the early stages of your relationship), but the two of you don’t really visit places like these often – places like these meaning places where there are a lot of couples.

Maybe it’s because of such an atmosphere, and it may also be your imagination, but to you Kagami has this air of confidence around him as he leads you around with his fingers entwined with yours. He didn’t blush when he pecks the edge of your lips for a stray rice grain when you ate a small onigiri as a snack. While he normally stutters and becomes shy when you try to feed him, he acted very casual about it today when you tried to feed him ice cream earlier.

“Kagami?”

“Hm?”

“I was wondering why you’re not all shy today.”

As if he’s recalling every PDA the two of you shared during the date, Kagami stares off into space, not realizing that his face is gradually getting redder and redder, until eventually he has to cover his mouth in a mix of panic and embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know what came over me, it’s just that you — ” he was about to say you were so cute, but quickly takes that line of speech back before he can say it to avoid further embarrassment, “I really wanted to do it… that’s all,” is his weak reply.  

You chuckle at the sight. Your affectionate boyfriend is a breath of fresh air, but shy Kagami is the cutest in your opinion.

“You know, we should come to this shopping complex more often.”

“E-Eh?”

“And go on shopping dates more often.”

“_-___________!” ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄



Himuro: When you told him you wanted to look for new clothes, you didn’t expect him to do this. 

Here you are, in the fitting room, almost drowning in clothes that your boyfriend suggested for you to try on. There are so many of them, and you’ve only tried around half of the outfits but judging by the knock on your door he’s already back with more clothes. 

Himuro thinks that this situation in general is impossibly cute — a chance to doll you up is a rare one, so when he got your text asking to visit a department store to look for clothes he was excited, almost in an out-of-character way. He may or may not have browsed Pinterest for clothes that might suit you.

“Are you done? Give me a look.”

You quietly open the fitting room door and shyly peek out of it to find Himuro smiling gently at your demeanor, encouraging you to show him everything without having to be shy. You can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed because the clothing you’re wearing right now is not really what you usually wear.

“As I thought, this one looks good! Would you wear it, ____________?”

“I’m not really sure, Tatsu,” you turn around and look at your reflection in the mirror. “I’m not really used to this kind of outfit.”

“Too bad,” he sighs, still retaining a charming smile on his face. “I’m not going to force you to buy that one, but I just want you to know that it looks very nice on you.” He goes out of his way to land a sweet kiss on your cheek, which only makes you blush even harder than before.

“Thank you,” you offer weakly.

He chuckles, however, the lighthearted sound is coated with a hint of teasing. “Maybe I can buy them for you and you can wear it when the two of us are alone?” 

“T-Tatsu!”

“Hahaha! I’m joking~”

“…”

“Or am I?”

“Stop it already!”



Kiyoshi: “Black pepper, parsley, parmesan…”

You read off the shopping list in your hand as Kiyoshi and you walk along the aisles. “Ah! Tomato sauce should be around here,” you murmur, making your way inside a particular aisle in the supermarket. Kiyoshi follows behind with a shopping cart, one that you insisted on pushing but he just keeps insisting back so you gave up he’s whipped like that.  

“I’m excited for dinner now,” he says with a light laugh. “____________’s cooking… must taste heavenly. Ah, I’m so lucky I’m your boyfriend.”

You flush at his monologuous speech. “Please don’t get your hopes up, Teppei, what if I screw up? It’s quite a complicated recipe after all,” you reply, glancing at the paper in your hand with so many ingredients written on it.

“You won’t, believe me,” he leans forward to kiss the top of your head as you move to put the bottle of tomato sauce in the cart, and your blush grows. “And besides, can you blame me for being happy because you’re going out of your way to cook a really nice dish for me?”

“Well… I just want to, okay?” you quietly answer, to which Kiyoshi lets out a pleasant laugh.

When you walk by the snacks aisle, you stop in your tracks — both your boyfriend and you know that potato chips aren’t required to cook lasagna, but a little snack won’t hurt, right…? You turn around to look at Kiyoshi already looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, smiling playfully at you.

“…Can I?”

“You always ask me to restrain you from buying unnecessary snacks, ____________. So as a good, responsible boyfriend, I’m going to say no.”

You chew your bottom lip, already expecting the answer, so you take a deep breath and walk past the aisle as if you’re completely uninterested in it. Kiyoshi pats your back and gives you a peck on the lips as a reward for your determination.

Imagine your surprise when you get home and spot a small-sized Pringles can among your cooking ingredients.



Takao: ICE CREAM is what you and Takao are thinking of after a particularly long shopping spree on a hot summer afternoon — luckily, he’s quick to signal towards the ice cream stall with his chin, a smug grin on his face when your eyes light up in surprise. He just practically read your mind.

“In case you’re thinking I read your mind, I didn’t. Your face is just so easy to read.”

“Takao!”

He lets out a cheery laugh and approaches the stall to order two cones of your favorite flavor. A minute later the two of you walk hand in hand towards nowhere in particular, slurping happily at your respective ice cream cones. Takao, being the perfect gentleman, offered to carry all your shopping bags for you when you purchased your first item for the day, and thus his other hand is fully occupied. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, gesturing to him carrying your bags — they shouldn’t be too heavy, but carrying them for a long time must be tiring. 

“Huh? Nope, I’m fine. Don’t worry, I can handle this much,” he replies. 

“If you say so…” you say with a hint of hesitance in your voice. “Are you not gonna buy anything though? Since we don’t usually come here.”

“Hmmm,” your boyfriend looks up in a pondering manner. “I suppose I have a shop I want to visit.”

“Then let’s go! What are we waiting for?”

He chuckles as you drag him along to the nearest mall directory. You are busy pressing buttons for directions when Takao pulls you closer to him by the waist to plant a sweet kiss on your lips.

“W-What was that for?”

“For being so cute and considerate.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! Congrats on 3k! I'm confused as to whether the askbox is opened or closed. But just in case if it's opened right now, can I request Kise, Akashi and Kuroko for the line : "I had earnestly believed that I could have protected you."?

I had earnestly believed that I could have protected you.


Each person has different scenarios regarding this lyric, so enjoy! -Admin Fyre


Kise Ryouta:

WARNING: Implied character death, female pronouns used

He’s never been so scared in his life. He’s performed in front of millions of people, posed before a camera in a shoot for god-knows-what magazine, but nothing compares to the anxiety that’s gripping his heart right now.

You were going to leave him.

Kise paces the room, nails between his teeth. There’s nothing in the world that’s more important than you, right now.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to end up like this. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

The scene repeats in his head, over and over again like a broken record. The two of you, pausing at a stoplight, Kise turning around at the sound of his name being called, the warmth of your hand leaving his loosened grip when you start to cross the road without him, then the screech of tires, and the scream of the fangirl in front of him just as Kise lowers his gaze to find his pen.

“Sir? She’s awake.”

He lifts his head, mouth half open. The doctor is standing at the door, holding it open with his hand. “She wants to see you,” she continues, and she lowers her voice. “She doesn’t have much time left.”

Kise’s mouth has gone dry. He swallows, tasting bile on his tongue. “I’m–thanks.”

The doctor nods, squeezing his shoulder. “Take all the time you need.”

“________.”

You creak your eyelids open, smiling weakly at your boyfriend. “Hey, you.”

I’m sorry. I’m sorry, this is all my fault, I shouldn’t have left you, I shouldn’t have turned around, I

Kise averts his gaze, unable to look at your bedridden state. “This shouldn’t have happened to you. It should’ve been me, I should have been there to protect you.”

“It’s not your fault, Ryouta,” you say, and Kise can hear your voice quiver. No!

“That’s not true!” Kise raises his voice, realizing with a jolt that he’s crying. Damn it, not this. Not you. “Please, ________, I’m–”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured softly.

Please. “Stay,” Kise croaks. “I’m begging you.”

This can’t be the end.



Akashi Seijuurou:

Akashi doesn’t fail to notice when you come to school late that morning, lips pressed into a thin line and your fist clenched around your phone. You slide into your seat next to Akashi, pulling out the chair with too much force and an unearthly screech emits from the chair legs scratching the floor.

Akashi winces and you glance at him, your gaze softening a little. “Sorry,” you mutter.

“It’s okay,” he replies, even though it’s not. “Is something wrong?”

You look away. “It’s nothing.”

It’s not nothing. Akashi’s had a crush on you since you transferred to Rakuzan, and when someone else asked you out, he’d politely kept his distance. But the relationship grew stormy and you had ended things - but your ex didn’t feel the same way, clearly.

“I can help,” Akashi tells you, not for the first time. “Just let me.”

He sees the conflict in your eyes, the hesitation in your voice. “I can deal with it,” you answer at last. “But thank you for caring.”

It’s not nothing.

Akashi doesn’t listen to your words. He sees you and your ex arguing at the school gates, sees you breaking down and crying after your ex storms away, and his heart hardens with resolve.

He gives your ex a few choice words, nothing short of a threat, and prides himself in his decision to protect you. Surely you’ll be safe now. Surely you’ll be happy now.

You weren’t.

Your ex becomes angrier, indignant at you for seeking the help of Akashi Seijuurou. The arguments get worse; and you’re not thankful for Akashi’s interference.

“Just don’t do anything!” You yell at him, and the shock reverberates through his entire body, rooting him in place, a burning sensation in his skin that feels like shame. “I was able to simply endure it before. It was going to get better if I did nothing. But you made it worse!”

“No, please…” Akashi tries to explain himself, but he can already see it in your eyes that it’s too late. “That wasn’t my intention, I simply wanted to…”

“I don’t care what you wanted to do. I told you to stay away and you didn’t listen.” You shake your head, eyes full of bitterness. “Some friend you are, Akashi.”

No, I just…

I just wanted you to be happy.


Kuroko Tetsuya:

If you want to protect someone, you’re going to have to fight.

When his friends joked about dangers, they all talked about how they would rebel, fight, and survive. Not Kuroko. He simply said he would lay low, and stay safe.

But that was before he found himself drawn into situations in which he had no choice. He had to fight to win, even though he picked as few battles as possible.

You were a troublemaker and Kuroko became akin to a mother hen whenever he was around you, fussing over you and trying to keep you safe. You leapt before thinking and rushed into things hotheadedly, usually coming back more hurt than your foes were. Sometimes Kuroko acted as a peacemaker, sometimes he fought back to make you see sense.

Then one day, things escalated. You had angered a group of delinquents who weren’t pleased with your antics.

Kuroko saw them heading for your home, and he panicked. He couldn’t take them on himself, so he called the police.

They arrived in blaring sirens and flashing multi-coloured lights, and Kuroko watched from a corner as they stormed your apartment. Before long, they were hauling each delinquent out, handcuffed and sullen-faced - and you were with them, also bound and arrested.

You saw him first and your expression developed into a scowl. “You called the cops?”

Kuroko nodded. “I did it to protect you.”

“Yeah?” Your lip curled. “They think I’m a part of them, y’know, so they’re arresting me too. So now, no matter what I say or do, it’ll leave a record. Why couldn’t you have just let me handle it?”

Kuroko didn’t understand where your anger was coming from. “I was just trying to protect you.”

You scoffed, letting out a humorless laugh. “You’ve done more than enough, trust me.”

onliafaze  asked:

Oops, my mistake. Kagami, Kasamatsu, Takao, Himuro, and Hyuga's s/o reveals she has a prosthetic leg. Not from an accident, but a birth defect, and is basically missing below one knee. Keeps her legs covered (stockings, tights, long skirts, pants) to keep from drawing unwanted attention to it. A scenario about that please. Thank you for letting me fix this.

Tbh they would be surprised but wouldn’t act that much different. I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with tho (-ω-ゞ

Please note that I have no idea whatsoever about the requested birth defect, so I apologize in advance if something is not right in my writing. Thanks!


[16:25:01] We need to talk—it’s kind of important. I’ll meet with you after practice.

His eyes reads the text you just sent to him once, twice, and then three times. Each time he scans the words on the glaring screen of his cellphone, worry and anxiety seems to bubble more in his gut. You sound so serious. Did he do anything wrong? Is it about your relationship with him? Crap.

He can’t seem to focus at all during practice, which is very out of character of him. Your words are simple, but they’re more than enough to leave him vulnerable — just what do you plan on telling him? 



Kagami: “Is that a prosthetic leg?” He asks with a surprised look on his face when remove the clothing you usually wear to conceal it.

“M-hmm. I thought I needed to tell you.” You say with a neutral look on your face. Inside you feel slightly nervous about revealing this to him, but since he’s your boyfriend, you think that he should now — plus, he’s a nice guy, so he wouldn’t judge you or make fun of you or think you’re a creep…

Right?

Seconds pass by in silence, Kagami still staring at your prosthetic leg and your hand, holding up the clothing, seems to freeze in its position.

“Kagami?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry! I was waiting for you to continue!”

You blink. “Continue what?”

“…You mean that’s it?”

“…Yes? I mean, I just wanted to tell you I have a prosthetic leg.”

“Alright,” he nods, but when you spot the slight relief on his face you can’t help but ask.

“Were you expecting something else?” You ask, hesitant but with a pinch of mischief.

“N-No, of course not!”

“Really now, Taiga?” You ask, teasingly nudging his elbow to his ribs. He doesn’t reply, instead he snatches your hand and drags you along with him, intending to walk you back home. He’s still averting his gaze away from you in embarrassment.

He internally calls himself an idiot for overthinking about your relationship, and proceeds to walk you home in the sunset, hand holding yours in a loving grip while asking all sorts of questions about your leg to get to know you better.



Kasamatsu: “I’m actually born without a leg.”

Kasamatsu stares at the revealed prosthetic leg, blinking for a few seconds as all of his insecurities melt like ice cream in summer heat. “Is this what you came to tell me?”

“Yeah,” you say, the anxiety apparent in your face and body language. Shit, it’s not like you’re embarrassed about your defect, you’ve lived with it for years now, but in front of Kasamatsu like this you can’t help but feel vulnerable. He’s a good guy, you tell yourself, he’s not gonna be weirded out.

Meanwhile, Kasamatsu is thinking about how bad he overreacted over your text, and sighs in relief. Your relationship isn’t ending—good, because he doesn’t know what he’s going to be without you. He blushes at his own train of thought. Clearly he’s in deep.

“Does it hurt?”

“Oh, no, it doesn’t usually hurt. It only does when I sweat a lot and there’s a lot of friction. Other times I’m perfectly fine, since this thing here fits perfectly.” You smile, tapping the prosthetic lightly with your index finger.

Kasamatsu’s clear blue eyes visibly soften as he looks at you, and then the leg. “Be sure to tell me when it hurts, okay?”

You laugh and lightly punch his shoulder in a friendly manner. “What are you gonna do about it? Carry me in your arms like a knight in shining armor and bring me back home?”

He blushes heavily at the suggestion, but then he averts his gaze to the side, a finger gingerly scratching his cheek.

“Yeah, why not?” He murmurs.

You blush so badly you have to cover part of your face in attempt to lessen the embarrassment.



Takao: “Takao-kun.”

“Yeah?”

When he greeted you a minute ago and led you to the abandoned school courtyard—it’s been hours since classes ended—you grew a little bit scared at his lack of usual enthusiasm and cheer, taking it as a bad sign. On the other hand, Takao is also feeling apprehensive, because you sounded really serious in the text. He isn’t unfamiliar with it, he knows what usually comes after “we need to talk”. He just doesn’t want to think about it—even thinking of thinking about it already makes him feel really sad.

You slowly lift up the maxi skirt you’re wearing to reveal a prosthetic leg connected at your right knee.

“I actually have a prosthetic leg.”

Takao, however, lets out a small laugh after his face showed surprise for a fraction of a second. “That’s actually kind of cool!” he comments. “But wait,” the basketball player’s face drops into a very gloomy expression, “was this a result of an accident or something? Does it really hurt? Oh God I’m so sorry I was being really incosiderate just now!”

You chuckle at his reaction. “No, don’t worry. I was born this way,” you declare softly. Your boyfriend’s face returns to normal, his head nodding in clarity. 

“WAIT! Does that mean you can’t play basketball with me?” He suddenly cries out.

You ponder for a moment, looking down at the carbon fiber leg, “I can, but I’d still suck at basketball anyway.”

No way,” he looks at you with such a funny face you can’t help but laugh out loud.

“I just need to switch to another prosthetic, since this one is for regular walking.”

“Oh my God, is it the running blades?”

“Yup!”

“That is — ” he pauses for dramatic effect, “so freaking cool.” 



Himuro: “Actually, Tatsuya… I have something really important to tell you.” 

He nods, and he can’t help but feel really nervous about this. After that text, he has an ominous feeling as to where this scenario is going—when someone sends that kind of text to their partner, obviously there’s something wrong, and it’s not a good thing. Himuro gulps, as he’s completely unprepared for this. Although he’s been with you for only a month, he really enjoys to spend time with you. As cliché as it sounds, you’re not like any other people he’s dated before.

And this happens, just when he thinks he’s starting to fall in love with you. He doesn’t want things to end.

You take his silence as a signal to continue, feeling nervous yourself. You lift your left trouser leg up to your knee to reveal the prosthetic leg, the material glistening under the light of the now empty gym. 

Himuro blanches and his worries suddenly fly out the window that is his mind, because this is totally not what he expected. “A prosthetic leg?”

“Yeah,” you answer, “I suffer from Amelia.”

“Ame… lia?”

“M-hmm,” you smile patiently, although a part of you is still anxious. “It’s a birth defect where someone is born without a limb. I was born without my left leg.”

“Oh,” is all he could come up with. “Is this the important thing you wanted to tell me?”

You blink at his lack of response. “Yes. Is something the matter, Tatsu—ah!”

You cry in surprise when the boy, who was standing in front of you a second ago, suddenly pulls you into his arms in a tight hug, his face buried comfortably in the crook of your neck. He then chuckles, the sound vibrating to your body and sending a warmth down your spine.

“Tatsuya?”

“You really are clueless about relationships, are you, ____________?”

“Eh?”

He litters your neck with two or three kisses before facing you again. “The way you texted me made me think you wanted to break up with me.” He explains with a charming smile, hands snaking down your back to lightly grasp your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Ehhh??”

Well, either way, he’s cool with your prosthetic leg, and turns out you didn’t actually want to break up with him, so everything turns out okay. All that worrying for nothing.

 


Hyuuga: His gaze is focused on the prosthetic leg you just revealed to him, along with the fact that you were born with one limb missing–during the whole month you’ve been dating each other Hyuuga realizes at this moment that you don’t expose your legs a lot, and he’s never questioned it because he doesn’t really have a problem with it. Now he knows why. The insecurity that consumed him moments ago now turns into a feeling of protectiveness.

You look at his face worriedly.

“Has someone ever caused you trouble because of your prosthetic leg?” He sternly asks. “If so, tell me who.”

You blink in surprise at the fierce tone in his voice. “Eh? No no no no, it’s not like that, Junpei!” You retort, flailing your arms in front of you to stop him from thinking too far. As a result, the fabric that you were holding up falls back into its place, covering your prosthetic leg again.

He sends you a confused look. “Then why do you cover it?”

“It’s just… a lot of people ask a lot of questions, and that gets really annoying,” you reply with a sigh, one hand situated on your hips, “of course people bothered me, but that was ages ago,” you murmur.

He links his hand with yours and starts to walk away from the school yard with you in tow. Your eyes soften at the gesture and you match your stride with his, walking side by side with him. He’s walking you home as always, he doesn’t think you’re weird. He’s Junpei after all, you think.

“Does it hurt?” He asks quietly. You feel like the grip of his hand is tighter than usual, but it doesn’t hurt. It sends warmth to your chest as you slip your fingers between his.

“No, but it can.” 

The rest of the walk home is filled with pleasant, light conversations about you and your prosthetic—you feel like he’s trying to get to know you better by finding ways to accommodate you as best as he can, but really, he’s already accommodating enough as a boyfriend. You couldn’t wish for more. 

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still has the same beautiful smile ♥