ballblender

loser with hands that type occasionally mature blog. askbox: open 20

[rottensec]

I need to see a fic about reader between colt seavers and ryland grace, where they are both brothers and reader hooked up with colt when she was away on a girls trip. Then, she came home and saw— the exact same guy but not the same walk into the cafe she manages and doesn't recognize her? Douchebag.

[babybluebex]

also. just saying. ohm bauman. smash.

[ballblender]

oh my god

[ballblender]

Heyooooooo! Requests still open? I just read your work on KnB and I liked it! It's been so long since anyone wrote for it

yes!!!

[ballblender]

I have come back from the dead for maybe the millionth time, so I'll make a mini update post here:

- Keep requests coming! I can't promise that I'll get to them in a timely manner, but I'll update this blog whenever inspiration hits!

- I'm gonna make a new fandom list, mainly because a lot of the fandoms on there are ones that I haven't watched or interacted with for a long time.

- Thanks for sticking around if you're seeing this!

[ballblender]

Hello! I'm new here so forgive me if I make any mistakes in my ask but can you do the GoM+Kagami with an Fem!s/o who is like rlly pretty? I'm talking one-of-a-kind kinda beauty ya know? (tiktok thrist traps have me in a chokehold im sorry) but she has a really bad temper and tends to throw hands when provoked the wrong way tysm and drink lots of wata! mwah!

a/n: THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! this has gotta be at least a year old (i don't even know what i'm doing on here most days, so send me asks however you'd like! 🫶)

Both of you are students at Seirin, but never really noticed each other until you bumped into him at the summer festival. He manages to catch you before you fall, and before you can thank him, he's already sporting a heavy blush, blurting out apologies for touching you when it wasn't his place, his cheeks competing with his hair to see which can be the reddest.

Obviously you have to learn more about him.

You tell him it's alright, that all he did was save your outfit from getting dirty, yet he still can't bring himself to look at you.

This isn't gonna work.

"...Oi."

Kagami looks up, only to be flicked in the browbone.

"H-hey! What the hell was that for...?" he says, lightly rubbing the spot.

"I prefer it when people look me in the eye while I talk to them. Especially if it's a cute guy."

That only serves to worsen his blush, and you can see his instinctive need to turn away, but he keeps looking at you, his irises shaking from the rush of having you, who he thinks might just be the most beautiful girl in the world, think that he's cute.

It's safe to say that Kagami fell in love with you moments after you properly met for the first time. Not that you didn't either, of course.

Lunchtime dates turned to trips to Maji Burger, the library, anywhere that you liked, he'd follow.

- - - - -

As Kagami lies on his bed, he hears a little ping.

where do you want to go tmrw? :0

He smiles, he always does when it's you.

k: anywhere you want ! :D

A few moments pass.

you choose this time :)

Huh. He's not used to picking date spots.

- - - -

You both end up wandering through the weekly market, trying different foods, and buying little trinkets.

Kagami stops in his tracks, which causes you to turn around.

"Do you need to sit down...?"

"Are you having fun?" Kagami says, slightly embarrassed.

You raise an eyebrow, genuinely confused.

"Why wouldn't I be having fun?"

"Well, it's just, you're just so out of my league, and-"

Before he can even blink, you've landed a punch to his side.

"What the hell was that for!?"

"What the hell was that question!"

"W-What? I just wanted to know-"

"Stop putting me on a pedestal! 'out of my league'?"

"You are- OW! Stop that!"

"Shut up, I hate nonsense like that. I'm dating you for you, and when you say stuff like that, it makes me feel like you think I'm dating you out of pity or something."

Kagami looks at you as if he wants to retaliate, but knows you've got a point.

"You know that I love you, right, Kagami?"

His face immediately flushes with his signature pink hue.

"Really- HEY put your fist down, it just took me by surprise..." He scratches the back of his neck, struggling to think of a response.

You look at him, no expectations, just smiling at the way he looks as he tries to say those words:

"I love you too."

[ballblender]

need somebody to write bob reynolds in a mickey 17 au....he's so mickey

[ballblender]

i have so many half finished drafts😭

[ballblender]

okay, kuroko's basketball asks are open! feel free to send in anything :>

[ballblender]

What about Midorima + degrading?

I don't know it just sounds right you don't have to if you don't want <3

oooo see i'm a sub!midorima enjoyer personally 😆 but i definitely understand why people would think he'd enjoy degrading his partner.

nsfw 18+ minors dni

It comes with his territory, his "holier than thou" personality that is so explicitly him.

He's come to expect that nobody else watches, much less believes Oha Asa's horoscope readings. That is until he meets his partner. I imagine they'd be more loosely committed to the special item gathering, using it as an excuse to collect cute little trinkets.

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Of course, Midorima doesn't realise this at first, the two of you connecting over your shared interests, showing each other your respective horoscope's special item. But then, while you're both sat on the couch, both slightly groggy with sleep, Midorima turns on the TV, Oha Asa the first channel. You sigh, before saying;

"Sometimes this stuff sounds like bullshit."

That slightly infuriates him.

What do you mean you "don't actually take any of this seriously"? This determines the way your day goes! Not just that, but your entire life really, depends on this daily routine. That's what he tries to tell you.

But you just dismiss it. "I'm in control of how things in my life go. Not some TV show that's probably just lying to sell stuff to people, they're just lucky the stuff is cute."

Midorima doesn't invite you around for a couple of days after that conversation. What you said, it makes him...feel afraid. Like everything he's believed in for years can simply just be dumbed down like that.

Every game he's lost, he chalks it up to "not being written in the stars". Everything is up to fate. Even meeting you. So how is he supposed to operate, when everything bad that has happened to him leading up to this moment could've been...changed, if he'd just, ignored the reading. Could he have tried harder and actually made a difference to his basketball career back in highschool, even if Cancers were predicted to have the worst luck? It's the could've's, would've's and should've's that keep him awake.

That's his fear. Lack of control.

The next time you see him, he's hungry. He's never been like this before, eagerly unbuttoning your shirt.

He never instigates.

You give him a soft push, "Are you okay? What's wrong?". He doesn't respond, only silencing your protests with a rough kiss that lands you on your back as he looms over you.

"...You're wrong."

You look, confused? The audacity. How can you lie there looking so innocent, as if you haven't shaken his entire belief system from just one simple conversation. That's what tips him off.

His pace is always gentle and slow, and it doesn't change, even now, when he's angry. Seething. His taped fingers follow the soft lines of your neck, pressing gently, enough to make your eyes widen and water, but not enough to affect your breathing. He'd never make you suffer, that's what he tells himself. Your hand comes up to his wrist to pull him away, but his other hand intercepts, restraining it to the mattress.

"You're pathetic. Even when you're under me, when you can't even speak, you want to argue."

He punctuates his point with a harsh thrust. He's never done that. He refuses to. He swears you're too precious to hurt. So the action sends a wrenching shock through your body. He's your first and only after all. He doesn't expect to enjoy the sight of your screwed up features, or the pained whimper you let out. But he does.

"Shut up. All you do is complain. You can't take what's given, you just challenge...it's maddening."

It's clear to you this isn't just sex talk. He's using this as an outlet for his repressed rage.

And you don't think you hate it...

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lol i've never written nsfw before and you can definitely tell... also i would like it to be known that if anybody treats you like this irl then that's incredibly toxic and you should run! :> and sorry for hornyposting for my first real post in years heh....

[ballblender]

im gonna make it a goal to post more regularly since my tumblr 1 year anniversary is coming up :)

[ballblender]

famous last words asshole

[ballblender]

im gonna make it a goal to post more regularly since my tumblr 1 year anniversary is coming up :)

[ballblender]

reading my old writing that i forgot about is like getting free content i love it

[euyrdice]

screaming crying throwing up thinking ab aokise. it’s just like. childhood friends. right person wrong time. childhood wasn’t kind to us, was it? it wasn’t our fault we got farther from each other. i wish we’d tried harder to stay in reach. high school isn’t so bad. are you happy? your team lost, mine won. my team lost, yours won. i am sorry we’re meeting like this. we always find our way back but not in the way we wanted. i feel something aching when i look at you. i miss you, or something close to that. you seem happier now. you love basketball again. it’s something in your eyes. i wish i had been the one to bring you back. what an awful thought, right? you know i’ve always been a little selfish. we’re a little awkward when we run into each other, but we’re both good at playing it cool. joking around like nothing has changed. i heard you got accepted into university. does the air feel heavy to you when we’re together? is it just me? i don’t know what to say to you; i won’t say anything at all. you looked nice in your graduation suit. your mother said she misses me. i’ve been googling how to stop looking back. the cherry blossoms are starting to bloom. do you think of me like i think of you? i am starting in the next university basketball game despite being a first year; no one’s surprised. i’m thinking of you less now. i think about you all the time. doesn’t matter. don’t be a stranger. you’re not a stranger. someone on my new team asked me about you. why don’t i understand that you’ve been a stranger for a long time. see you around. good game. nice to see you.

[ballblender]

UHM!!???!???

UHM!!??!!!??!!???!!!

[kurokonobrainrot]

Akashi and Momoi shouldn't be allowed to appear on the screen together because look at them ???

Too much perfection at the same place, they're going to break the matrix

I never recovered from the one second he put his hand on her shoulder, and the fact that she was the only one to defend him against Murasakibara ??

The way he made sure she didn't feel excluded ??THEY TAKE SUCH GOOD CARE OF EACH OTHER

I'm not well i love them too much

[cemetery14]

THEYRE SO FUCKING CUTE

i love this moment in the replace where akashi basically goes "momoi leaving early? unacceptable she must stay out with us!" and makes aomine walk her home so she can hang with them

all the miracles love momoi <3

[bloody-hell-i-am-a-loser]

Duo's that we needed more of.

[ballblender]

midorima and akashi give off toxic exes vibes

[hoe-days]

Idk why this scene of Nanami makes him look like he’s about to go have a borderline magical basketball match with traumatized rainbow teenagers

[ballblender]

not sure when i hit 50 followers but tysm for the support everybody!