#airy posts

[bokutosbabe]

heyyy if your still doing your spotify wraps event, what do you think of melanie martinez as my top artist? Or for a specific song, queencard by g-idle?

i am still doing the wrapped event! i don't really like Melanie sorry :( , but i can write for the song!

if your most listened to song was queencard by g-idle, i'd pair you with...

michael kaiser

જ⁀♡⊹｡° even when i see it

♡ a/n — for my spotify wrapped event! - masterlist -

♡ content — michael kaiser x gn! reader, gn! reader, interviewer! reader, set after a game, flirty! kaiser

♡ synopsis — michael kaiser, the man everyone wanted an interview with...couldn't keep his eyes off the cute reporter at his press conference

The room is packed with reporters, cameras flashing and microphones held up as if they’re waiting for him to say something legendary. Kaiser Michael walks in with the usual air of superiority, perfectly aware that every eye in the room is trained on him. His steps are confident, and there’s that trademark smirk playing on his lips, the one that makes everyone wonder what he’s thinking—if they’re lucky enough to catch a glimpse.

You’re sitting at the table, papers neatly stacked in front of you, but you can’t help but notice the way he’s scanning the room, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. He locks eyes with you for a split second, and you feel an unexpected jolt of electricity shoot through you.

It’s so brief, so subtle, but you can’t shake it. And just like that, the charming, cocky smile spreads across his face, the one he knows drives everyone wild.

"Ah, it’s you," he says casually, his voice smooth like silk as he takes a seat at the podium, ignoring the reporters scrambling to get closer. His eyes linger on you for a moment longer than necessary, and you feel the weight of his attention. "I was wondering if you’d be here."

You do your best to remain professional, but you can’t help the slight flush rising to your cheeks. He knows what he’s doing. You’ve been in the industry long enough to recognize it. He’s playing the game, and right now, you’re the center of his attention.

A few other reporters ask questions, but Kaiser doesn’t seem all that interested. His answers are as smooth and rehearsed as ever, but there’s an air of boredom to it. He’s the king, and the rest of the world is just there to acknowledge it. But then it’s your turn.

You lean forward, the microphone in front of you steady as you look straight into his eyes. "Kaiser," you begin, your voice steady despite the slight flutter in your chest, "you’ve been a dominant force on the field, but we’ve seen you struggling a bit in some of the recent games. What do you think is holding you back from truly being unbeatable?"

He tilts his head, considering you with that sharp, intense gaze. "Struggling?" He chuckles, almost to himself, before leaning in slightly, lowering his voice just enough that it feels personal. "I’m not struggling, sweetheart. Just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. You don’t get to the top without knowing when to hold back, after all."

You force yourself to maintain composure, but it’s hard when he’s looking at you like that, his words laced with confidence—and something else. "And what about the pressure?" you press, playing your role as the interviewer, even if his attention feels like a direct challenge to your professionalism. "There’s a lot riding on you being ‘the best.’ Does it ever feel like too much?"

Kaiser’s smile widens, and there’s a glimmer of something in his eyes—something dangerous, yet captivating. "The pressure?" he repeats, almost as if amused. "It’s nothing. People expect a lot from me, but I’m used to it. I thrive under it. Besides," he leans forward slightly, his tone dropping just a little lower, "I always make sure I deliver. You know how it goes. Can’t have people forgetting the name Kaiser."

You swallow, trying to maintain the calm facade you’ve built. But you’re not sure if it’s the game of words or the way he’s looking at you—like you’re both the prize and the challenger—that’s throwing you off. It’s all part of his act, right? Just another facet of the public persona he’s so good at maintaining.

Another reporter calls out a question, pulling his attention away, but Kaiser doesn’t seem to fully shift his focus. His gaze flicks back to you briefly, that smirk never leaving his face, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s still playing with you.

As the press conference continues, you feel the weight of his presence more than ever. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and you’re not sure if you’re just another part of the game or if there’s something more behind those eyes. You can’t decide if he’s trying to get under your skin or if, for once, he’s genuinely intrigued by you.

And when the press conference finally wraps up, Kaiser stands, sending another playful, almost teasing glance your way. "See you around, sweetheart," he says, that same confident smirk still dancing on his lips. "I expect nothing less than a perfect question next time."

You try to brush it off, but the way he’s left you feeling unsettled, intrigued, and a little bit flustered lingers long after he’s gone. You know you’ll be thinking about it—about him—long after this interview is over.

i thought this would kinda fit? it was hard to decide what i wanted to do with this song

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[bokutosbabe]

this but they DO , in fact, hate me :)

but just in case anyone else needs a reminder

pro tip

ur friends don't hate you

nobody is secretly mad at you

you have anxiety and that's ok you are loved

[maplebiscuit]

Reeds and Rust.

[cosmikirby]

my 2763rd rewatch of ii gave me a thought

[heartsfortwotpot]

one and ONE

[bokutosbabe]

“ i was there too, wasn’t i ? ”

[thygoodvibez]

Happy Anniversary ONE 💙

[zondearts]

More More doves

[bokutosbabe]

Hi , I love your blog!! If you’re taking requests for the Spotify thing then my top artist was the neighborhood and top song was reflections.tysm❤️

hi!! tysm!

if your top artist was the neighborhood / your top song was reflections, i'd pair you with...

kenyu yukimiya

જ⁀♡⊹｡° a blessing in disguise

♡ a/n — for my spotify wrapped event! - masterlist -

♡ content — yukimiya kenyu x fem! reader, fem! reader, could be gn but i just wanted to be safe, set in the future, yukimiya and reader have a child, established relationship (married), yukimiya is losing his sight, lowkey i may have extremened his condition sorry

♡ synopsis — yukimiya struggles to see nowadays, but he can still feel your love for him radiating like the sun

Yukimiya Kenyu never imagined that the world would blur this much. He’d spent so long chasing the perfect shot, the perfect moment on the field, only to find that his vision—his lifeline—was slowly being stolen away from him.

He sat in the living room, the soft hum of the baby monitor filling the silence. His eyes, strained and tired, scanned the pages of a book—an effort that took longer than it used to. His hand trembled as he tried to focus on the text, but the words melted into one another, the letters swirling just out of his reach.

"Do you need help, Kenyu?" your voice echoed from the kitchen, pulling him back to the present.

He smiled, his gaze lingering on the faint image of you, cooking dinner as you always did, your figure soft but strong, just like the life you’d built together. A life full of moments—some bright, some dark, but always shared.

"I’m okay," he lied, though he could hear the tremor in his own voice. He closed the book, knowing full well it wouldn’t do him any good tonight. He didn’t need to see perfectly to know what was going on around him.

You entered the living room, a gentle smile lighting your face when you saw him. "Come on, dinner’s ready. You can take a break."

He allowed you to lead him to the table, feeling the familiar weight of your hand resting on his arm. But something had shifted in the way you touched him lately. More than just the comforting gestures of a partner—there was something deeper now, as if you were holding him together in ways that went beyond love. He needed you, in ways he hadn't admitted before, even to himself.

Your eyes had always been the one thing he could read without a second thought, but now, with his sight dimming, he realized how much he relied on other senses—on your voice, your touch, your presence.

You set the food down in front of him, a little smile on your lips. "You know," you started softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "I was thinking about how far we’ve come. Remember when we used to laugh about the future, not knowing what it would bring?"

"Yeah, I remember," he said, his words laced with nostalgia. "Back then, I thought everything was so... simple. All I needed was soccer, and the rest would fall into place."

You sat across from him, your fingers brushing against his as you reached for your own plate. "And yet, here we are," you said, your voice soft but steady, "together. Even when things got complicated, we figured it out. The future didn’t turn out how we expected, but it’s ours. And I love it. I love you."

He looked up at you, even though he couldn’t see the details of your face like he used to, he could feel the warmth in your gaze, the depth of your love. And in that moment, something shifted in him.

“I don’t know how you do it,” he admitted, his voice trembling now. "I don’t know how I’m supposed to be the man you deserve when everything’s changing so fast."

"You’ve always been that man, Kenyu," you said, reaching out to hold his hand. "And I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere."

His heart ached with the weight of your words, but there was a sense of peace in them too. You’d always been there, always supported him, even in his darkest moments. And as his world grew dimmer, he knew you’d still be there, guiding him through it.

"You know," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "I see you, even when I can’t see everything else. I’ll always see you."

A single tear slipped down his cheek as he realized how true that was. Even if his vision faltered, even if the world became harder to navigate, you were his anchor, his constant. And that was enough.

"Reflections of us," you murmured, leaning in to kiss him gently on the cheek. "We’ll always have that."

And for the first time in a long while, despite the uncertainty that clouded his future, Yukimiya felt sure of one thing: no matter how his sight faded, his love for you would remain as clear as ever.

stop, if i think too hard about him losing his sight i genuinely wanna die

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[bokutosbabe]

moans

[raynecloud06]

I saw this reposted on like, Facebook or smth once forever ago. And many months later (because I procrastinated on it, lol), I made this. Enjoy.

[rennebright]

放課後スイーツ部パジャマパーティー by えしねこ [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[emotsper]

new year, same challenge, same outcome 😔

[bokutosbabe]

live, laugh, love izuku midoriya

i don't know how to process these honestly he OWNS the stage he was MADE for this god just look at him????

supermodel.

[project-sekai-facts]

The pixel sprites from the end of the Killer 3DMV appear as acrylic figures in the trained cards from the Live Streaming ♡ For You set.

[cosmikirby]

evil and fucked up Liam I love you (inspired by desolation from fnf the golden one)

excuse the messiness and cheesiness but I want them to fight so bad