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Oliver Aiku with Reader who genuinely doesn't seem to care anymore. You have bigger things to worry about.

"Your boyfriend is cheating on you, I saw him with another girl!"

"Damn, but did he send the money for the electricity yet though?"

It's honestly a shocker how you keep him locked down, especially with his reputation of being a playboy. "You have done miracles.", Sendo would say. Aiku can't help but try to get a reaction out of you.

He would message you, "Yo, this girl been hitting me up, wat do I do? 😏"

You reply, "That's great sweetie, so long as you get the groceries."

His teammates are starting to think that you are pimping him out. He thinks so too. You don't care.

You signed up for this, and read the Terms and Conditions. You're just taking advantage of your situation. You still love him though, just in your own way.

You just so happen to be tired.

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it’s not much but it’s something 😔

twst guys as some memes I have saved on my phone

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I LOST MY RING IM SO SAD

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my phone got fixed, heh😝

lwk wanna make an smau but my phones broken:(((

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i be writing me silly little fics then im like omg what if it sucks then im like so what and go on writing my silly little fics😋😋😋

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“Take my breath away”

a/n: im asthmatic as hell and self indulgent, bllk guys (mikage reo, alexis ness, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, yukimiya kenyu)

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◦˚~ BUNCH OF PINK DIVIDERS ~˚◦

Requested by: @startforstay Info: these were all made by me. please follow my rules & reblog/like if use!

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“baking cookies for my love—I stir and mix”

a/n: I want that cookie bad, I want that green nerd so bad, I want that uptight & serious but sensitive guy so bad, I want the guy who loves happy endings, I want Sebek Zigvolt so bad

You've known for a while that despite his fit appearance that your boyfriend has a big appetite and it doesn't help that he loves eating the food you make. His little grateful smile whilst you give whatever food you've cooked for him.

In the Ramshackle building, soft music plays unlike the chaos of baking with a gray furball trying to get a taste of the cookie dough. Grim tries to swipe his hand on the dough you set aside to get the pans ready—twack!

“Have some patience Grim.” You scold the little one as you pat his head instead. “You can eat the cookies—” Grim lights up at your words, “When I'm finished, not now.” He grumbles but stays put and sits looking at you.

“It's for that damn Malleus fanboy ain't it?” He crosses his arms and you couldn't help but want to squeeze his cheeks. The cat like monster's appetite rivaling your boyfriends.

“Hey, don't act like you and him didn't become friends and yes, it's for Sebek.” You take the cookie dough that Grim wanted before taking a small chunk, rolling it into a small ball.

“Here, a bribe to help me wash the dishes later.” Without a second thought Grim takes the cookie dough from you as he gobbled it up.

“This great Grim will help his henchman, don't worry.” He huffs proudly and the urge to smother your face into his belly grows, despite saying he wasn't a cat—he sure acted like one.

“Do you think Sebek would like these?” You hums delicate hands shaping the cookies into small balls to fit the two trays you got from Trey.

“How would I know—” He grumbles still a bit salty that he has to share the food you baked with that Diasomnia boy.

“Awe, thought you were besties. Don't deny I saw you both crying hugging after Malleus's overblot.” You finish placing the cookies on the tray, your gaze lands on Grim who was huffing.

“Funahhh! The great grim and that that Sebek hugging and crying? You must be seeing things henchman.” His eyes widen at your audacity as he screamed.

“Sure, let's leave it at that.” You shrug opening the preheated oven, placing the trays in. “There that'll take at least 20 minutes”

The minutes fly by as you sit on a chair petting Grim whilst the morning light comes through the window, filling the room in a nostalgic for air, the cookie's scent comb through the space enveloping it in a comforting silence.

Brzzt! Brrrng!

Grim jumps in surprise before gleaming tapping your face, “The cookies.” You laugh at his enthusiasm, taking him off your lap—setting him down on the chair you were sitting down on as you turn of the alarm.

“You that excited, Grim?” You take the oven mits as you take out the cookies, freshly baked and delicious. Grim beelines to the cookies taking one for himself when he drops it, yelping in pain.

“Fangah! Hot hot hot—” You quickly place the tray on the counter as you tend to Grim, concerned and lingering amusement on your face.

“Should've let them cool...” As you spoke gently when a booming voice comes from outside.

“Prefect! May I come in?” Sebek stood outside Ramshackle dressed in his dorm uniform, sleek and upright.

“Go ahead!” You shout back as you pat Grim taking the cookies to a rack to better cool.

Sebek enters the kitchen with a bark of laughter proud pose struck, “I was able to best Silver in our practice duel today.” You smile up at him, “That's great, darling.” His face turns from great pride to a skittish red spreading across his cheeks.

“...As such I came here to you— to find you baking, are those cookies?” His curious gaze immediately lands on the cookies you'd bake as you went up to him grabbing his hand, leading him from his spot by the kitchen entrance.

“Here sit, it's a bit hot. Grim learnt that lesson quite quick.” You couldn't help but laugh at how much Grim grumbled at the two of you.

“You're lucky I'm sharing!” Grim puffs up his chest with a huff.

“I made these for the both of you and me of course.” Sebek's gaze returns to you in a slight flush, “You made these for me?” His voice breathlessly quieter than his usual volume.

“Of course. I love baking and you.” You tease your green haired knight in front of you. Grim gags rolling his eyes, “Cheesy, blegh” You poke Grim's side as he yelps, when you hear Sebek letting out a strangled noise.

“...Such! bold words—” His usual arrogance faded with the tip of his ears blushing a soft res.

You couldn't help the warm traveling through you seeing his flustered expression, his eyes anywhere but yours. “Wanna try the cookies?” Soft and comforting, walking to a cabinet to take three plates, one for you, Sebek, and Grim.

Sebek looks at you moving around the kitchen, the domestic air around the room making his stomach lurch with butterflies. He could imagine this for himself, tucking the memory of you deep in his heart as he took a breath to gather his wits.

“Thank you, dear...” His voice much softer and grateful as you slip the warm cookies in a plate to him.

“Anything for you.” You say taking a bite, the crisp crunch on the outside, chocolatey and gooey on the inside.

The warm cookies shared along the room, painted a picture of a quiet domestic future that Sebek hopes he can achieve—with you and Grim. A family can be a couple and their unhinged cat.

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Can I request some computer themed turquoise and lime green dividers, if it's okay?

Hi^^ anonnie! I did some 90's computer stuff. Hope it works for you!

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this might be a bit niche but 🙏🙏

can you do blue lock boys with a reader who went to music school and used to play the piano when they were younger, but then grew up and refused to play whenever someone asked because they didn't wanna embarass themselves and only rlly were in the music school cuz they were forced to

BUT THEN one random day the bllk guys (any is fine) catch them playing/learning how to play a new song and yea 🥀🥀

“𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐃(𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞)”

a/n: this was actually fun to write, thank you!!!

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, karasu tabito, chigiri hyoma

isagi yoichi

he finds the dusty keyboard in your room and is like. "wait. you play piano???" 

you’re already shaking your head and backing away like it’s a haunted object. “nope. not anymore. don’t even ask.” 

but he’s persistent in the nicest way like: "come onnn, i bet you’re amazing. imagine if you played the blue lock theme on piano– actually no, wait, imagine if you played a love song. like, a romantic one. for me. like, by accident." 

you're like, "do you ever stop talking?" 

he finds you playing one day when he comes home early – your back to the door, eyes focused, tongue poking out in concentration. it’s a soft piece, unfamiliar to him, but he’s mesmerized. 

you jump when you see him standing there like a lovesick puppy. “yoichi, what the hell– why didn’t you say anything?!” 

he just grins. “you looked too pretty. like, i couldn’t interrupt the main character moment.” 

proceeds to sit beside you and smash random keys. 

“teach me how to play twinkle twinkle little star, i want to serenade you at our wedding.” 

itoshi rin

“you went to music school?” 

his face when you admit it is unreadable. and you panic. 

“don’t ask me to play,” you snap. “i sucked and i hated it.” 

but he becomes quietly obsessed with the idea. not in a romantic way, he says. just curious (lies). 

catches you at the piano in a practice room one day, thinking you were alone, quietly practicing some melancholic piece that sounds like heartbreak bottled into notes. 

he just… stands there 

you turn around, startled, and he’s like: “… that was beautiful.” 

“rin, i literally messed up five times.” 

“you still made me feel something.” 

he now uses the excuse “can you help me relax before matches” to get you to play. 

acts unaffected, arms crossed, but turns his head to hide the way he stares at your hands. 

swears he’s not writing poetry about you later. swears. 

itoshi sae

“you play piano?” “no.” “you went to music school.” “i didn’t play in it.” 

he doesn’t believe you. not one bit. 

so one night, he hears it – soft chords floating through the hallway of your apartment, a melody you’re slowly piecing together. 

he walks in, leans against the doorframe and watches you without a word. 

you stop mid-note. “… what.” 

“why don’t you play more often?” 

“cuz i suck.” 

he chuckles. walks over. tugs you by the waist and sits you on his lap, facing the keys. 

“play something for me. even if it sucks.” 

and you do, half-mortified, but his arms are around you and he hums along even though he doesn’t know the song. 

you’re like "sae please stop making this romantic i will die.” 

and he says, completely deadpan, “that’s the point.” 

michael kaiser

he absolutely reads your old recital bio online like it’s forensic evidence. 

“you were a prodigy. your title was literally ‘tiny piano tornado.’” 

“please delete yourself.” 

doesn’t push you to play. instead, just casually hums classical music in your presence like a manipulative cartoon villain. 

you end up fiddling with the keys again one day, headphones on, secretly trying to relearn a piece you used to hate. 

he catches you mid-practice – headphones still in, mouthing the notes to yourself. 

he just sits on the floor and watches. absolutely smitten. 

you scream when you finally notice him. “you’re gonna give me a heart attack!” 

he smirks. “you already did. fell for you just now.” 

calls you mozart girlie forever. 

says he’s “too emotionally moved” to do anything after hearing you play, even if you were just practicing scales. 

nagi seishiro

you once mentioned music school and he just blinked at you. “so like. high school musical?” 

“… no.” 

he forgets until one rainy afternoon when he walks in and sees you hunched over a keyboard, playing a lullaby. 

he just plops down beside you and goes, “that sounds sad. is that song about heartbreak or taxes?” 

you give him the side-eye. “it’s about a bird.” 

sits silently for a moment. 

“… still kinda sounds like taxes.” 

but when he hears the emotion in your playing – how your hands hesitate, how you frown in concentration – he goes quiet. 

“you’re really good, y’know.” 

you blush. “it’s not a big deal.” 

“it is to me.” 

suddenly he’s wide awake for the next three hours just thinking about you and that damn piano. 

mikage reo

the moment he finds out you went to music school, he’s dragging you to a baby grand piano in his mansion. 

“reo, i haven’t played in years–” 

“great! makes the comeback even more dramatic!” 

you try and fail to escape. 

until one day he walks in on you in his music room, hunched over the keys with a stubborn look on your face. 

"i knew you'd cave," he grins. 

you glare at him. 

but then you play. and stumble. and restart. and mess up again. but you keep playing. 

he sits beside you, absolutely glowing. “you’re so cute when you’re concentrated. i could marry you right now.” 

gives you obnoxious applause every time you finish a piece, even if it’s a disaster. 

records you secretly and makes it his ringtone. 

when you get mad, he says “it’s because i want to hear you all the time.”  

karasu tabito

he definitely clowns you for going to music school at first. “what’d they teach you? dramatic hand flourishes and emotional trauma?” 

but the moment he catches you actually playing something – slightly off-key, frowning at your own tempo – he shuts up completely. 

like, he genuinely forgets to breathe. 

says nothing, just stands there slack-jawed like he’s watching a studio ghibli moment unfold. 

when you finally notice him, he blurts: “you looked hot. sorry. i mean good. i mean talented.” 

trips over his words worse than you tripped over that chord change. 

later: “i take back every joke. you’re a goddess. the piano is lucky to be touched by you.” 

chigiri hyoma

finds out about your music school past and goes “you must’ve looked so elegant.” 

you: “i looked like a tired gremlin who was forced to play mozart at 7 AM.” 

catches you playing on a random day, lit by soft sunlight, playing a song with more emotion than skill, but it hits. 

he watches, entranced, then quietly asks: “do you still hate it?” 

you shrug. “less now. i kinda missed it.” 

he smiles. “i missed it, too. and i didn’t even know it.” 

asks you to teach him a duet. 

you agree, and you two end up messing it up hilariously, laughing more than playing. 

the next week, he buys you a new sheet music book and says, “i wanna fall in love with every version of you, even the ones you tried to leave behind.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[ziahsh]

“Huh???” A super random platonic!smau of random genshin guys cause I got bored and the fic i was writing went poof in the drafts😞

Heh first smau on this blog...😼☝️

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Flustered and Smug

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The room was lit by a few monitors playing the new game Idia has been raving about for the last week. He was staying up playing it forgetting the time while you layed on your stomach on his bed, phone in hand scrolling through magicam.

You've been in his room for a few hours having walked in while he was setting up the game. At first looking at him intently whilst he played before retreating to his bed an hour ago.

Your boyfriend would groan a few times which caused you to look up asking if he was okay, which he would answer in a swift response.

“I'm fine just annoyed at this stupid boss, thinking it can dodge this—twack! fuehehe!” He'd laugh in the way you couldn't help but smile at, seeing this side of Idia so often was definitely a blessing.

Thoroughly getting bored of scrolling through your phone, the warmth of the pillows that surround you were easy to escape from with the motivation to flirt with your boyfriend for fun.

“Idia, may I sit next to you?” You appear beside him plopping down before he could get a word out.

“Huh? Oh yeah don't worry.” Idia wasn't really paying attention, having gotten used to your presence throughout the relationship.

You get yourself comfortable on the gaming chair beside him, it was something he bought for you on your birthday last year. The clicking noises coming from his keyboard, a sound you found quite soothing as you look at Idia.

Its fun seeing your boyfriend's face scrunch up tinges of red flicker about his hair. The seemingly soft warmth his hair gave made it hard for your fingers to resist as you move yourself closer to Idia.

You've played with his hair a few times in the past but not when it was flickering brightly tinges of red at the tip, a smooth signal that Idia was feeling frustrated at the game.

It's a bit warmer than usual absentmindedly you twirl his hair around your fingers before letting go. “You know, your hair is really pretty...” Voice barely above a whisper.

“..Huh? uh yeah i guess” Idia stammers a bit feeling your fingers slowly running through his hair.

“Do you like that?” You brushe it over with your fingers bringing the long flaming hair to your lips, soft and fleeting but from the corner of Idia's eyes seeing such a simple yet soft gesture distracted him from the boss fight hitting him before he could defend his character.

“Oh? I don't think I've seen this shade of pink on you, Idia.” You slowly brushes his hair with a grin. “You look cute, don't worry.”

Idia turned to face you, face heating up, “That was too much for my heart, such a otome response—” He stammers a bit before you speak, “It's not just you look cute, you're like super cool too.” You cup his cheeks having his full flustered attention.

Idia's heart clenches in his chest, critical damage from you and with no warning! “That was unfair total critical hit, how am I supposed to get back after that—”

“You don't.” You smile widely taken in by the long flaming hair that was likely tangled.

The minimal glow of Idia's monitor did little to hide the sudden burst of pink in his regularly different streams. Idia in near tears, and you were grinning like a madman, something your boyfriend does sometimes. It was just the two of them in their own little version of paradise, flustered and smug.

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He’s recharging

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i’m sure you’ve all seen that one exhibition of rin and saes room when they were younger, and there was a foam block with a bite mark on the corner of it from rin biting it right its so funny to me

so imagine now whenever rins trying to focus on something while you’re on his lap, he’ll just lightly nibble on your shoulder or any patch of skin available as a little stim for him to help him focus on whatever he’s doing while his drool is leaking down your back like a baby

sometimes when he’s a little too focused on his work, wether it be analysing plays or making new strategies for his matches, you’ll discreetly snap a picture of him nibbling your shoulder, so the next time bite marks form and your friends ask about it — you can show them that picture!

or sometimes you’re too busy to pay attention to him, maybe you’re cooking in the kitchen and suddenly he decides he immediately needs your attention. he’ll walk towards you like a ghost, making no noise at all and his presence unknown until both his arms slither around your waist, and he’ll start nibbling away at your shoulder. its a cute habit of his, really.

it doesn’t happen often, but sometimes he’ll bite too hard, causing you to wince. you don’t need to say anything else for him to stop biting and starting to kiss that area better instead, mumbling a few apologies that come out a little muffled. but other times, when you’ve made him just a tad bit more jealous when you hang out with his teammates like they were your lifelong best friends, he’ll just bite you a little harder than usual to make sure they know you’re off-limits. just a little. and maybe just a little blood, y’know?

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Can you do bllk boys finding out reader is TikTok famous?

“𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐤”

a/n: YESSSSSSSS

thank you to everyone who requested that is being so patient with me 😔🙏❤️

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, karasu tabito, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, kaiser michael

isagi yoichi

he finds out in the most disrespectful way possible: one of his teammates shows him an edit of YOU. 

“yo isagi, look at this baddie–” 

“bro that’s my GIRLFRIEND.” 

he's in full crisis mode. staring at the screen. blinking. buffering. 

you’re in the video looking hot, lip gloss on and love potions playing. 

his jaw is on the floor. “WHEN DID YOU FILM THIS?!” 

and then it gets worse. because he opens your page and it’s all videos of you doing cute, trendy things while he’s in the background being... tragically un-self-aware. 

there’s one where you’re like: “this is my bf! he thinks using a dishwasher is cheating!” 

the comments are just: “you’re dating a golden retriever with no object permanence 😭” “does he know he’s not a roommate?” 

he’s sitting there holding your phone like it just told him santa isn’t real. 

he wants to be mad, but he can’t stop scrolling. 

“wait… when did you film this one. i was shirtless. i was brushing my teeth.” 

“yoichi that got 3.5 million views. say thank you.” 

now he’s all paranoid. opens every cabinet slowly. peeks into the mirror like it’s watching him. 

“are you filming me RIGHT NOW? be honest.” 

itoshi rin

he notices your phone blowing up with notifications at 7 AM. 

he's like, “why are you getting 100 texts?” 

you say, “i must’ve forgotten to mute notifications again. they’re probably mostly from tik tok.” 

he raises one eyebrow. doesn’t say anything. 

checks your profile. 

ten million followers. verified. 

you’re on his screen doing skincare and talking softly like “good morning angels ☕” while he walks past in the background, blurry and angry-looking, clutching a protein bar like he’s going to war. 

“why am i in all of these looking like i just got drafted?” 

you’re laughing, but he’s seriously scrolling. 

you have aesthetic outfit vids, study vlogs, povs, but he’s in half of them looking emotionally unavailable and chronically tired. 

the comments are like: “who’s the sleep paralysis demon in the grey hoodie?” “he’s hot but terrifying. what’s his name. i want him.” 

“BLOCK HER.” 

now every time you film, he’s like “don’t show my face.” 

two weeks later: “actually, do i look better in the black shirt or the white one?” 

he starts casually walking behind you while you’re filming, fixing his hair and pretending he’s just “getting water.” 

sir. you are posing. 

itoshi sae

he finds out because his own fans tag him. 

there’s a tik tok where you're sipping a drink and captioned it: “he doesn’t like fries but he likes me.” 

and the comments are in shambles: “i just gasped out loud.” “she pulled THE sae itoshi?” 

he immediately opens your page. 

you're doing cute vlogs, GRWMs, and there’s even one with the caption “pov: convincing my emotionally repressed soccer bf to go on a date with me.” 

he’s in the background being dragged by the wrist like a sims character. 

“did you… record me getting in the car… and add background music?” 

“yeah. it’s romantic.” 

the worst part? you have 2.8 million followers. 

and the comments are thirsty. “how does she get him to look at her like that 😭” “they’re the blueprint.” 

at first he acts unbothered. but suddenly he’s shirtless, standing by the window while you’re filming. 

“don’t zoom in. just catch the lighting. look natural.” 

he absolutely helps you now. adds captions like: “he may not talk much but he opens jars really well 🫶” 

congrats. you’ve turned him into a soft launch enthusiast. 

karasu tabito

you offhandedly mention you make tik toks and he’s like “oh word? what’s your @?” 

you tell him. 

he goes pale. 

“WAIT A DAMN MINUTE.” 

he’s seen you on his fyp. MULTIPLE TIMES. 

has definitely commented on your vids once with something embarrassing like “mommy?? sorry.” 

he is STUNNED. 

“you’re that girl?! the one who walks through college campuses in sunglasses looking like a runway model?!?” 

“that’s literally just me walking to class.” 

“okay but you added the music. and you had coffee. it was sexy.” 

he instantly becomes your camera man, hype man, and marketing manager. 

“try this audio. no trust me. your face + this sound = 4 million views easy.” 

he lives in your comment section, defending your honor: “she’s taken. i know because i’m hiding under her bed rn.” 

makes his own account just to duet your vids like, “imagine being her boyfriend… oh wait.” 

he eats it up. wants couple content. dancing, skits, thirst traps. 

you accidentally made him addicted to fame. 

nagi seishiro

you say “babe, i’m kinda tik tok famous” and he blinks at you. 

“cool.” 

ten minutes later: “wait what’s a tik tok?” 

you show him. and the realization settles in like a thunderstorm. 

“why do you have eight million followers.” 

“idk people like me being cute and organized while you rot in the background.” 

one of your vlogs is literally just him passed out with a pillow over his head while you make a smoothie. 

comments are like: “he’s so real for napping through life.” “i’m in love with this lazy man.” 

he becomes a cryptid on your page. people ask where he is like he’s bigfoot. 

then boom, he shows up in a vid, half-asleep on your lap while you paint your nails. 

“you’re like my emotional weighted blanket,” you say. 

he shrugs. “yeah i’m comfy.” 

does not understand tik tok fame but is lowkey smug about it. 

“guess you’re lucky to have me as your nap buddy, huh.” 

mikage reo

he already knew. 

in fact, he’s your #1 fan. 

not only has he seen all your vids, he’s in the top comments with full unhinged energy. “drop the skincare routine AND the bf 😭” “she’s glowing bc i pay her bills <3” 

also has a burner account where he responds to hate comments like: “funny how you’re mad with 37 followers and no profile pic. dw, we all know you’re ugly irl.” 

LOVES filming with you. 

“wait babe let’s do that couples filter. no, wait. i need to win this one.” 

he takes couple tik toks very seriously. 

if a transition doesn’t hit? re-record. 

if his hair is slightly off? start over. 

“babe, i cannot go viral with a COWLICK.” 

tries to choreograph you into couple dances. brings props. 

you’re like “reo this was supposed to be a 10-second outfit video.” 

“yeah but if we hit this angle with this lighting?? 1.5 mil views. trust.” 

bachira meguru

accidentally finds out when your phone reads out a notification in siri voice: “your video got 5.6 million views.” 

he gasps. snatches your phone like a victorian wife just found your love letters. 

“EXPLAIN.” 

you show him your account and he is in AWE. 

you’re like a fairy princess on screen and he’s in the background like a rabid forest creature. 

one of your vids has him eating cereal at 2 AM in total darkness and you captioned it “my sleep paralysis demon is back.” 

he’s obsessed. 

starts filming you like a wildlife documentary: “here we see the rare and beautiful girlfriend in her natural habitat. wow. stunning.” 

gets mad jealous when someone comments “i want her to choke me.” 

clings to you in the next video and yells “SHE’S TAKEN” in the background while wearing a snuggie. 

will absolutely go viral for accidentally backflipping over the couch during a couple challenge. 

kaiser michael

you’re on his fyp. multiple times. 

and at first he just smirks like, “she looks like my girl.” 

then he sees a video of you roasting your “overconfident football bf who thinks he’s hot stuff” and goes: “NO WAY. IS THAT ME???” 

spirals. 

“why do you have 3 million followers. why didn’t i know this. WHO IS YOUR MANAGER.” 

sees a comment that says: “he’s pretty but she’s the prize 🫶” 

throws a pillow at the wall. 

immediately makes his own tik tok account called @kaisergf #1 and starts replying to people like: “she snores.” “i’m the prize actually.” 

makes thirst traps out of spite. 

“if you can be famous, i can be famous-er.” 

but you catch him watching your videos and smiling like a dork. 

“... shut up. i’m just checking your engagement rate.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[ziahsh]

“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.

it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.

“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.

“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”

you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.

you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.

like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.

“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”

kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”

or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.

“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”

your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.

yeah, you totally did that.

or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.

“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”

tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”

you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.

“...huh?”

“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.

“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”

“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”

BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”

@kokokoula this one’s for u <3

[ziahsh]

I can’t blame Grim for this.😔