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Heyy. Sorry to be back so soon but this idea has been stuck in my head for a while. So your miya chinens older sibling and your in the military and you come back home after like 3 years and haven't seen each other since( you left when miya was 9) and you come back and surprise him at a tournament or something? Sorry if it's too much

Oh of course love, I'm still in the works for your second ask, just been swamped by schoolwork for a while, but I'll have both to you as soon as i can! Pinky swear :)

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Haii I was wondering is you could make a sk8 senero where there s/o runs cross country and they get first place during a meet and there cheering them on

Oh hi! I deleted the app due to some negative comments on a certain post I made cuz the negativity was really getting me down. I just decided to open the website today and I came back to so much love on older posts and this request! Anything for y'all, thanks so much! I thought this was also really funny because my school cross country team just won their first meet this season and they've been really bummed out about previous losses so this is great for them! I've done Reki, Langa, and Joe for this one, but if you would like another part with Shadow and Cherry, please feel free to ask! I love getting requests! Sorry to ramble, love you all, let's get started!

Reki, Langa, and Joe with a cross country!gn!s/o

Reki:

He’s been watching attentively for about an hour now ever since you ran into the woods of the school’s cross-country course

He has a concerningly tight grip around your water bottle, it may leave a mark.

He hasn’t even blinked for a while, saying it’s ‘unnecessary’

He’s starting to get a bit scared

But all his fear disappears immediately when he sees a familiar figure approaching in your school colors

It’s you! Sprinting just 5 feet in front of an opponent from the other school, just a few yards away from the finish line!

It seems like you’re about to lose breath and fall down, but you’re so close!

He musters up all his strength and yells a cheer for you, right as you look at him when you pass him on the track.

You get a sudden burst of energy that makes you launch straight past your opponent and to the end

He runs all the way over to you, immediately shoving the water bottle in your hands and telling you to drink because you’re probably dehydrated.

He shoves his sweater on you over your uniform despite your complaints that you’ll get it all sweaty

The two of you watch from the sidelines as another 4 of your runners make it to the finish line before the other team’s

After your big win and congratulations from your team, he takes you out to get food, anything you want

The entirety of the next day is spent with Reki telling people about his amazing significant other who can run faster than a cheetah and will be in the Olympics someday.

You tell him he may be exaggerated, but he says he saw what he saw

Langa:

He made it to your meet a bit late because he couldn’t get out of class, but he sprinted there as fast as he could.

He asked someone on the side how it was going, and they said they didn’t know because the field was now out of their sightline, but they suspect the runners will be coming back soon.

Thanking the person, he stood at the very edge of the track to catch you when you came back

But he didn’t expect you’d be running back so quickly!

Before he could even process what was happening, you breezed right past him with a momentary glance, too tired to smile, your opponent fast approaching behind

He cheered for you in the 0.2 seconds before you reached that finish line a step ahead of your opponent

He greeted you afterwards with hugs and ziploc bag snacks that his mother helped him with (thank you for your service, MILF Nanako Hasegawa)

Joe:

Being really muscled, he knows just how you might feel, running such a long course

He’s there with a towel, water bottle, and granola bar, ignoring every spectator who’s trying to hit on him

He’s cheering from the moment he sees a figure who looks slightly like you launching forward with other people close behind

He screams the entire time until you get to the finish line, with his big booming voice overpowering everyone

Once you pass, he’s immediately toweling you down, stirring up jealousy in everyone at the meet

He takes you home and cooks for you afterwards as a celebration

For the next week or so, everyone on your team is asking about him

You’re sick of them drooling over him every time he picks you up from practice

But you can rest easy, because he’s only ever looking at you.

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Hi loves!

I had a question for all of you!

So I currently have a part 3 for the rain, Akaashi Keiji in progress, but I get burnt out really quickly working only on one thing. So I was wondering what kind of content YOU guys want to see from me. Check my pinned post for who I write for and please give me stuff to do! And if you're new, please consider reading something to see if my writing style is for you!

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The rain, Akaashi Keiji part two

I'm sorry it's been such a long time I've just had some stuff going on but here it is, part two. I also think @bakudummy asked to be tagged, if you didn't ask me to I'm sorry please tell me I'll take it off anyway enjoy! Akaashi was currently locked in a debate between himself and himself. While one side was telling him that it would be fine if he visited [Name] and Takahashi in normal clothing while the other was telling him that they weren’t close enough and that he was required to wear a three-piece suit. The first side then argued back that they might think he’s rude if he showed up for a cup of hot chocolate in formal wear. In the end, he decided that after picking [Name] and her cake off the street and getting her to Takahashi’s apartment, what he wore probably mattered the least to either of them right now and settled on a cotton T-shirt. He made his way out of his apartment and knocked on the door to his right, which was opened by Takahashi. He hadn’t usually seen her like this. She had changed out of the pencil skirt she so usually wore to work and was currently in a sweater and leggings. She also looked surprised to see Akaashi in anything but his work wear. She let him in and went back to the stove, where the milk for the hot chocolate was bubbling on the stove. He saw [Name] spread out on an armchair, now changed out of her wet clothes. She saw him and immediately perked up, changing her position to see him better. He took a seat on the couch across from her. She gave him a smile and immediately began speaking to him.

“Stoneface-san! Feeling better?”

“Yes, much better. How about you?”

She smiled. “I’m doing great! I got my cake, I got to meet you, I got to see Yo-chan, and now she’s making me hot chocolate!”

Akaashi smiled at the childlike elation she had at the situation she was in. She was an optimist to the bone.

He was a bit jealous of her, though he didn’t realize it. He was jealous of people like her. They didn’t have a care in the world, complete confidence in themselves. And people like him or Takahashi were following them around making sure nothing happened to them because, jaded and anxious as they were, they didn’t want that optimism to fade. It gave them strength too. It reminded him of the former captain of his high school volleyball team. Bokuto-san’s confidence was a force to be reckoned with and now there he was, playing professionally on a world stage.

Takahashi walked over with two mugs of hot chocolate, setting them on the coffee table that separated him and [Name]. [Name]’s smile grew wider upon seeing the drink and she happily picked it up and immediately took a big sip.

Immediately she started coughing.

“Ah barned mah tahnge.” She said, with her tongue hanging out.

Takahashi and Akaashi started laughing in unison as [Name] also began laughing with her tongue still hanging out.

“Why are you laughing? You burned your tongue?” Akaashi asked through chuckles.

“It is funny,” [Name] said through sips of cold water to soothe her tongue.

Time was spent happily drinking hot chocolate while [Name] told them jokes and stories.

Putting down his mug, Akaashi looked at [Name].

“[Name]-san, I’ve been meaning to ask your full name, as I didn’t get it when I met you.”

[Name] smiled. “[Last Name] [Name]”

Akaashi did a double take. “I’ve been calling you by your first name this whole time? That’s incredibly disrespectful as we don’t know each other well”

“It’s fine, Stoneface-san. I’ve never liked using my surname as it puts a formality barrier between me and who I’m talking to. Please use my first name.”

Akaashi nodded in acceptance. “So [Name], what do you do for work?”

She winked. “If I told you it would be no fun. It’s your job to guess. Your hint is that I’m in the creative field.” After many consecutive wrong guesses, [Name] changed the subject and started telling them what had happened to her at the train station that morning. As they laughed, Akaashi began to realize how much fun he was having.

It had been a long time since he had done anything like this. He maintained a strictly professional relationship with his coworkers and Bokuto-san was not free most of the time with having gone professional. He would come by and have a drink with Akaashi ever so often, but Bokuto-san usually found himself leaving early to spend more time with Shoyo. Akaashi didn’t mind that he was branching out and he knew that their adult life was definitely going to impact their friendship. However, it was not after he lost them that he realized just how much he cherished the carefree days on the volleyball team, how he would chase Bokuto-san around with an umbrella to stop him from getting wet in the rain.

It was probably why he spent so many late nights at work, trying to quiet his mind by occupying it. His high school friends were all busy with their own lives, he felt he should be as well.

“Stoneface-san?” He heard

He snapped out of his daze and saw [Name] staring at him, slightly concerned.

“Are you okay? Your stare was really blank and you didn’t laugh when I told you about when I threw a squid tentacle at the guy who came to collect my taxes.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I’m just feeling a bit tired. I also have some work due tomorrow, so do you mind if I take my leave?”

Takahashi looked at him, obviously concerned, but trying to hide it. “Yes of course, I’ll show you to the door.”

She walked him over to the door of the apartment and opened it, letting him go through.

“Thank you for looking after [Name] today, I’m sorry if she was a bit of an inconvenience. It was nice to have you both over, we should do it again sometime.”

Akaashi nodded, thanked her, and went inside his own apartment.

He didn’t mean to leave so abruptly, but he wasn’t lying, he did have work.

He made his way to the small desk by the window of his apartment and sat down, picking up the large, stapled sheet of paper by his window.

Today, his work was a bit more enjoyable than usual. He was editing one of his more favorite comics that was published in his magazine. Asuma no Sekai was a comic set in a demon world, with the main character being an incredibly lazy demon who preferred eating cake to doing her job. The crazy schemes she pulled to get out of doing her job were sometimes more work than doing the actual job and always made the reader laugh. Editing it was a more favorable part of Akaashi’s week and it never failed to lift his mood. The author was Sakurai Daisuke. He had never met the author in person as he usually sent someone else to pick up his manuscript, but he looked forward to meeting someone who was such a good mangaka.

After spending a couple hours reading, laughing, and editing the work, Akaashi went to bed as he had work the next morning.

[Name] had left on the first train that morning and though Akaashi was slightly mournful that he didn’t get to say goodbye, he continued on with his day like normal.

As the week went by, [Name] occupied Akaashi’s thoughts slightly more than a normal person would. He would pass by the cake shops in his area and wonder if she would enjoy the one in the display window. He was confused by why he was thinking about her so often, but chalked it up to the fact that there were a lot of cake shops in his area.

Later that week, on an afternoon while he was home, Akaashi got a call from his employee, Okomoto Chiyo. She sounded extremely distressed.

“Akaashi-san! I’m so so sorry to bother you!”

“It’s okay, what do you need?”

“My wife is sick and I’m home taking care of her. I was supposed to pick up Sakurai-san’s manuscript today, but Nanako’s been throwing up all day and I can’t afford to leave her now. Do you mind picking it up?”

Akaashi was slightly annoyed, as he had just gotten home. However, he knew that he couldn’t possibly ask his employee to leave her sick wife.

“It’s completely okay. May I have Sakurai-san’s address? At least I can finally meet him.”

“It’s xxx-xxx on the other side of the city. The train will be able to get you there really fast. Sakurai-san should have completed her manuscript by now.”

“Her?” Akaashi was confused

“Sakurai Daisuke is a pen-name. The author is female. She picked a male name to sound more ambiguous.”

“Oh, that comes as a bit of a surprise.”

“Thank you so much for doing this, Akaashi-san! I am forever grateful to you.”

“It’s no problem.”

Akaashi looked out his window and toward the train station which was a couple blocks away. It was raining.

As he turned, his eyes fell on a now-dry neon yellow umbrella. He must have forgotten to give it back to [Name].

He picked up the umbrella, put on a long brown coat, and ran out his apartment door.

He was able to make it onto the train last minute, sitting on the seat in relief. As the train moved along, he thought about what the author might be like.

Thinking about it now, it was fairly obvious that this author wasn’t like most of the male authors Akaashi’s company had published.

There was barely any fan service in the series and the author made sure to write her female characters just as realistic and flawed as her male characters. Most of the male authors drew one woman with an unrealistic body and made her show up every now and then to rip her clothes off and leave. Sakurai-san’s female characters had personalities and all different body shapes, some bigger or smaller, darker or lighter, more like the women he would see in the real world.

The train announced his stop and he walked out, looking at the paper where he jotted down the address.

He navigated his way through the twists and turns until he finally got to the apartment building.

He entered and went to the specified floor and found the correct door.

As he raised his hand to knock, Akaashi suddenly felt a bit nervous to meet this author who he borderline idolized, especially when he found out he was wrong about her gender the whole time.

Nevertheless, his hand tapped lightly on the door twice and he heard footsteps rush to open it.

What he saw behind the door was definitely not what he expected.

[Name] was peeking out, wearing a large animal onesie, holding a plate of cake with a plastic fork.

“Stoneface-san?"

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Someone did it guys

I now declare Still Into You by Paramore a Matchablossom song. No criticism allowed

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The Rain, Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi didn’t really mind the rain.

It was just nature doing its job and providing Earth with water.

Rain was rain.

But as he stood in the doorway of the tall glass building where he worked, he couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed at the occurrence of this weather because he needed to get home and contrary to his usually meticulous nature, he didn’t bring an umbrella.

He leaned against the door, trying to formulate a route to his apartment that would leave his clothes slightly dry, but came up with absolutely nothing.

He waved to his coworkers as they left under their umbrellas, having foreseen this crude weather on the news, which Akaashi didn’t see that morning.

He stayed at the entrance of the office building, under the shelter of the small ledge over his head, and just watched the sea of people with their black and navy blue umbrellas, hoping maybe the rain would stop. Alas, he knew his prayers wouldn’t be answered as the clouds didn’t seem to be moving anytime soon. He sighed, glazed-over eyes scanning the street again. At this moment, all he wanted was Nanohana no Karashiae. It was quite inconvenient that his favorite food was one that in season during spring and was accompanied by large downpours and storms.

As his observant eyes took in the environment around him, something caught Akaashi’s attention. Amid the dark blue and black of the umbrellas, he spotted one that stuck out like a sore thumb. It was an umbrella, like the others, but it was an obnoxiously bright neon yellow that hurt the eye to look at. It reminded him of the jackets that the Itachiyama Institute’s volleyball team wore to their matches, but much more bright and obnoxious. Beneath the umbrella was a young woman in a hoodie and sweatpants holding a grocery bag with the logo from the family-owned shop across the street. She seemed to feel the eyes on her and looked around wildly until she spotted Akaashi in front of the glass building, face stoic and eyes unwavering. She gave a wave and smile far too bright for a day like this. The smile held such good intentions that it almost tempted Akaashi to smile himself, but remembering his circumstances, his face stayed the same. The woman began pushing through the sea of umbrellas until she made her way to Akaashi, the sound of the water hitting her umbrella like a drum. She finally pushed through the last few people and stood in front of Akaashi, panting from the effort.

“Hi,” She breathed.

“Can I help you?” Akaashi asked, confused.

“I noticed you didn’t bring an umbrella.”

She took Akaashi’s hand and put the cane of the umbrella right into it before turning around, putting her grocery bag on her head.

“I’m not too far from here, I can make a run for it.”

And then she started running, the grocery bag bearing the beat of the rain as her legs carried her fast through the street…

…only for her to collapse by the curb after 7 feet.

Akaashi was instantly worried about her and quickly made his way over with the umbrella to check on her. He found her looking happily at the grocery bag.

“That’s a relief! I thought my cake got wet, but it’s completely dry!”

Akaashi took a couple seconds to process what she had said before humor overtook him and he doubled over and started laughing.

The woman stared at him in amazement. “So you can smile, Stoneface-san!”

He wiped a couple of stray tears from the corners of his eyes before looking back at her, holding the umbrella over the both of them, moving to let others pass.

“Stoneface-san? What kind of a name is that?”

“You looked so stoic that I thought someone carved your face into stone.”

“Anyone would be annoyed to be stuck without an umbrella in this weather.”

“True, true. But I did give you my umbrella.”

“And look where that got you. You know we could have shared.”

“That would be such a cliche.”

“No, that would be efficient. Get up, you’re getting wet.”

Akaashi lent her a hand to lift her off the pavement as she picked up her grocery bag.

“Where do you live?”

When she said her address, Akaashi’s eyes went wide.

“What the hell? That’s on the other side of the city! You’d have to take two taxis and a train to get there! You said you weren’t very far! Were you planning to keep that grocery bag on your head the whole way back?! Why are you even here on this side of the city?”

She shrugged, holding up the grocery bag. “There’s good cake here.”

“You came here to get cake in this weather?”

“Weather doesn’t really impact the quality of cake, Stoneface-san.”

“The trains are shut down too due to a railway issue so you can’t get home!”

Akaashi started fiddling with his fingers, as he usually did when he was anxious. He couldn’t just leave this woman in the street.

She began to look concerned, so Akaashi regained his composure. "Do you have friends here who you can stay with or something?”

“Uh, yeah, I have a friend who lives at xxx-xxx, apartment 17.”

The address sounded familiar to Akaashi and he faltered for a moment before realizing that it was his neighbor, Takahashi Yoriko, the museum curator. They had a casual friendship, not really speaking unless she needed Akaashi to take care of her cat or he needed her to water his plants.

“That’s my neighbor, I’ll get you there.”

As they walked to the building, the woman regaled Akaashi with descriptions of all the different cakes in the shop. Akashi began to wonder how she could remember every detail of the white frosting flowers piped onto a chocolate cake, but be enough of an idiot to come to the other side of the city in this weather and then giving her umbrella to a stranger.

Upon reaching the apartment building, Akaashi entered the code for his neighbors apartment and let the woman speak into the intercom.

“Yo-chan It’s me!”

Akaashi heard the woman gasp on the other side of the intercom.

“[Name], what are you doing here? You live so far away! And the trains are down!”

“Funny story, I took a train here and got stuck. Then I met Stoneface-san!”

“Stoneface-san?”

Akaashi awkwardly cleared his throat before speaking into the intercom.

“Hello Takahashi-san, i was getting home from work before I found your friend here.”

“Akaashi-kun I’m so sorry you had to take responsibility for her. Let me buzz you up.”

After taking an elevator up to Akaashi and Takahashi’s floor, [Name] bounced over and knocked three times on the door right next to Akaashi’s. It was opened by an obviously irked woman, but [Name] didn’t seem to care about the clear annoyance on her face, jumping towards her with a bright smile, arms outstretched for a hug.

“Yo-chan-“

She stepped quickly to the side, causing [Name] to clumsily fall on the Welcome mat in the doorway. Takahashi ignored her and instead looked to Akaashi, clear worry and remorse on her face.

“I’m so sorry. Did she bother you?”

“Not at all, happy to help.”

“Well, I need to repay you in some way. I have some hot chocolate on the stove.”

“Yay! Hot chocolate!” [Name] happily exclaimed from the floor.

Takahashi turned back towards her briefly. “Not for you. You were the one stupid enough to get stuck in the rain and make Akaashi-san help you.”

[Name] groaned, lifting herself off the Welcome mat and stalked off towards the bathroom. Takahashi turned back to Akaashi.

“It really was no problem. It was actually her who helped me. I hadn’t carried an umbrella and she tried to give me hers. She ended up falling down and I suggested we share the umbrella and I brought her here since she can’t get home in this weather.”

“That’s [Name] for you. Kind, but stupid. I always wonder how she managed to make it to adulthood.”

“Well, with such good friends, i imagine she always had someone to watch her back.”

Yoriko smiled. “I’m just here to dissuade her from eating too much cake.”

She then looked down at Akaashi’s dripping clothes and briefcase and the neon yellow umbrella that was now soaking the floor.

“I’ll let you drop off your stuff at your apartment and you can come right back for dinner. I have to thank you some way for taking care of my overgrown child of a friend.”

She closed the door behind her, walking off to help [Name].

As Akaashi walked to his apartment, he felt the small urge to smile. He felt a small sense of gratitude that he hadn’t seen the news that morning, as he suspected that the routine events of his day wouldn’t be as entertaining as [Name].

Part 2 or no Part 2? What a dilemma we have.

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I now declare Still Into You by Paramore a Matchablossom song. No criticism allowed

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Y’all I need an artist pronto.

Why do I need an artist, you ask?

Because I cannot draw.

And I need someone to draw a Matchablossom Hercules AU

Joe as Hercules, Cherry as Megara, Miya, Reki and Langa as the muses, Adam as Hades, and Shadow as Phil.

I had the idea, but I can’t draw. Please help me

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Y’all please don’t hate me for this.

I just want to talk about Terushima real quick.

Before we start, a PSA: I’m not defending his and behavior in any way, just trying to get a different message across.

TW: I mention rape.

So all the hate for Terushima that I see in the fandom stems from what he did to Kiyoko, continuing to flirt with her without her consent.

That was not a good thing to do and isn’t a good example to set for people.

Bad Terushima!! Bad!! *spritzes with spray bottle*

But what I’m trying to say is that we shouldn’t make his character someone he’s not.

I see content creators hating on Terushima and saying stuff like “Omg I’m so sure he would rape me if we ever met.”

No.

Terushima is not a rapist. He has never explicitly touched someone without their consent.

He sort of backed Kiyoko into a bit of a corner while he was flirting with her, but he never put his hands on her or touched her.

Please please don’t hate me for what I’m gonna say next. I’m not in any way hating on this character.

Tanaka is safe. He is our respectful king. The most flirting he ever did was offer to carry her bag

But remember when Noya first came back to the club?

The minute he saw her, he straight up pounced on her.

And I’ve seen people try to justify it by saying “Oh he’s her friend! She’s completely comfy with that!”

For those people, I’m asking you to go back and watch that scene again, watch her face and actions.

Did she look comfy?

But I’m not hating on Noya in any way. It’s obvious Kiyoko considers him a friend and is comfortable being with him, other than those actions. Which he probably later stops when Tanaka marries her.

Noya is also an amazing character and one of my faves in the series. His actions that one time don’t take much away from the fact that he’s a lovely character.

So what I’m really saying, is that you shouldn’t reduce Terushima’s entire character and spread lies about him based on one event.

The problem I see with Terushima is kind of similar to the Denki-Mineta parallel in BNHA.

People compare Denki to Mineta saying that they are both perverts when this really isn’t true.

Denki Kaminari is a flirt. He has a character outside of flirting with people and he’s a genuinely nice person who hasn’t done anything without consent.

Mineta has never gotten consent and does things that are sexual harassment and his entire character is just perversion.

Terushima falls on the Denki side of the spectrum. He’s a flirt, but he’s a character outside of that.

Let’s go more into his character.

He’s in Class 7, meaning college prep. It’s the highest class number out of everyone in the series. Meaning he’s just a giant-ass nerd.

The tongue piercing is the tongue piercing.

Now look at these:

(They obvi aren’t mine, credits to Furudate) He can’t rape you y’all! He has the attention span of a literal toddler and likes DBZ!!

He also does respect women to a certain extent. Look at how he treats the managers!!

And he has TWO elder sisters.

He was such a nerd in high school, but then he became a hairdresser.

In conclusion, Terushima Yuuji is not a rapist. He is a very energetic high school volleyball captain and complete nerd who likes DBZ and doing peoples hair.

What he did that time is wrong, but don’t ever reduce his character to exclusively that. Every character and person has their ups and downs, making them balanced. He’s just another one. He shouldn’t flirt with people without consent.

I also do understand that he might be a character who brings up some uncomfy memories for some of you and that’s why you don’t like him. That’s perfectly fine!!

But to all of you, who slander him and say he’s a rapist without any reason to or do so because other people do, I am respectfully telling you to go fuck yourselves. Thank you for your time.

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could I please ask for some sfw soft shadow headcanons with a gn s/o sorry if you aren’t taking request rn but I hope you’re doing alright :) <3

Yes of course love!!!! I’m always taking requests!! I’m doing great how are you?🥺

Shadow:

Falling in love with you was probably an “at first sight” thing for him

He was getting over his crush on the flower shop owner when you waltzed in, being as beautiful as you are.

You were looking for flowers for a family member and couldn’t find the type you were looking for in any of the local stores

That flower happened to be in full stock the Shadow’s flower shop

He was surprised that someone even came looking for that flower. It was a rare one, a favorite of his.

He got you a whole bouquet and told you a fun fact about the flower’s meaning at the checkout counter

As soon as you complimented his knowledge on flower meanings, he knew he was in love

He didn’t expect to see you again, and prepared himself for the despair of another lost love.

But he was pleasantly surprised when you entered the shop again the next day looking for a different type of flower.

And again the next for another type.

Even though he acts real high and mighty during beefs, on the inside, Shadow has very low self esteem (poor baby)

He was completely oblivious to the fact that you liked him back and just thought you needed a lot of flowers.

In the end, you confessed that you had been coming to the shop every day for the last two weeks to see him and not the flowers

He needed a solid 5 minutes to register what you had said before erupting into a blushing mess.

He stuttered for a pretty long time before finally expressing clearly that he wanted to go on a date with you.

He was panicking real hard when he got home, trying to find someplace to take you.

This man works in a flower shop, so he of course makes use of that.

On y’all’s first date, he gave you a bouquet of the flowers you first came to the shop for. It was bigger than your face.

He ended up taking you to a nice place by the beach and you two watched the sunset.

When y’all start dating, he’s really blushy and is shy about PDA

Give him a kiss on the cheek in public and he’ll melt into a puddle, left with you poking him to make sure he’s okay.

Kissing is one thing, but he’ll always be holding your hand when you two are together. It’s a subtle gesture that really just reminds you that he’s there for you.

Sometimes, he feels like he’s not enough for you, and that you deserve better.

You need to remind him of how amazing he is and that he’s enough. His love language is physical touch and so you usually do so with cuddles.

The shy thing is really only in public.

At home, he’s very into cuddles and always makes sure that there’s a surplus of them between you two.

He gives the best cuddles in the entire series. No negotiations.

His large hands always make you feel safe when they’re wrapped around you.

Over at S, he’s always bragging about his wonderful amazing S/O. Cherry,Joe, Miya and the others all think you’re not real.

When he does bring you in to watch a beef one night, they’re all really surprised to see that you were a real, beautiful person

Joe and Miya asked if he was paying you to fake-date him. (Don’t worry. They both got yelled at real hard by Cherry)

It all took a bit of a toll on Shadow’s self-esteem and you saw him looking a bit droopy right before his beef started.

While the countdown was starting, you suddenly grabbed him and gave him a kiss to help him out.

He was so flustered he didn’t notice his opponent speeding off in front of him while he was still at the starting line.

When he did notice though, he started off right behind him with a speed that was almost inhuman, fueled by love.

You caught a ride to the finish line and was right there to greet him as he finished minutes before his opponent.

After that, he brought you to as many beefs as he could, citing you as his good-luck charm.

In conclusion, Shadow loves you so much and when he’s with you, he always feels like he’s enough. Y’all are very happy together and my lonely ass is real jealous.

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Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)

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Dear Sk8 fandom,

I know y’all are gonna feel a bit weird after Saturday. I know that I’m just an amateur writer, but I’m getting better! If there’s anything I can make that can help, please ask!

Love,

Reya

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Ode to a Fictional Character

I fell in love with them, is that really a mistake?

i knew what i was doing, I knew my heart would break

A being of imagination, they can’t love me too

The moment their story runs out of plot, they bid me adieu

They are not in my world, nor will they ever be

They will never be able to fall in love with me

They are made of pixels and colors, I of human bone

They stay the same age, while I have grown

"If we are so different, how can I love you?” I ask

I know that to love them would be an impossible task

They come from someone else’s brain, an idea put on paper

The voice in my head knows they aren’t real, and that I can’t escape her

Another human made them, created them from a thought

Then used them to create more people and then create a plot

Gave them their own story, stuffed it full of pain

Gave them their own way of thinking, an entirely unique brain

Gave them some personality traits, humor, loyalty, and grit

Gave them perseverance, a drive to never quit

Gave them little flaws, made them self-aware

Made them very loving, we knew they’d always care

Using what they knew the author made an ideal human

For character’s who were less ideal they got an arc to bloom in

We fell in love with these people, their goals, their quirks, their wants

But even through all of this, the voice in our heads taunts

“They aren’t real, they’d never love you, they wouldn’t even care!

You aren’t worthy of being loved! Stop this whole affair!”

The voice is sometimes too strong, belting out its lies

But if you can block it out, that is when you rise.

You fell in love with a being who sadly isn’t real

But the voice inside your head does not dictate how you feel

This being is a figment of an authors imagination

But falling in love with this being doesn’t need to mean love deprivation

We can fall in love with people, real ones at that

They might not be as perfect, but they won’t be as flat (2-D)

But they can return our love, feeling the same way

Everyone can find some sort of love when they wish someday

Whether it’s romantic love, filial, or pride

Love is necessary, it keeps you warm inside

Your character may not love you back, but they would be proud.

When you finally tell someone you love them, saying it out loud.

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REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

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