#Reki with piercings is something that can be so personal

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I love the concept of Cherry teaching Langa how to use eyeliner BUT I would also like to introduce you to CHERRY GIVING REKI PIERCINGS

#Reki with piercings is something that can be so personal #and yes I gave him piercings in the sims as well 😌 #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #reki #cherry blossom

[reki-of-the-valley]

Kiss It Better, vers. 2.0

Don't mind me rewriting the same fic, just with 4 months of extra writing practice

Totally forgot: find it on AO3 here

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Reki was no stranger to injuries. Maybe once they had been acquaintances, improbable meetings around the house and playground, but now, they were friends. Or rivals, perhaps. Their paths crossed more often than Reki liked admitting to himself. Too many times did he find himself sitting in a hospital emergency room, his mom on the line, hearing for the third time that month that her son had sprained his wrist or ankle to the point of needing a cast. Too many times did he find himself coming home with rips in his clothes and skin from the bailing. Too many times did he find himself cursing under his breath, pain zipping through his body like a bolt of lighting. Too many times, but time faded away, so did the pain. A yelp, a curse, and the pain was gone. An electric shock lasting no more than a split second.

Reki was no stranger to injuries but he had also developed an immunity to lasting pain. If only some people would care to understand that.

“Dude, you really don’t have to make such a big deal out of it. I’m fine.”

Blue eyes stared blankly at Reki, blinking once or twice before turning their attention back to the backpack that had been left lying on the pavement. Reki sighed as he leaned back against the concrete, propped up on his elbows, head hanging back. One could always count on Hasegawa Langa to be dramatic as ever as he rummaged through Reki’s backpack. One could always count on Hasegawa Langa to make a big deal out of what was essentially nothing more than a little scrape in the palm of Reki’s left hand.

Sure, it had drawn a little blood, but it was nothing Reki couldn’t just wipe off on his pants. It didn’t require a full-blown panic. It didn’t require a whole medical intervention like Langa was planning. And yet, Reki had been forced to stay put, right where he had fallen, while Langa fetched the backpack and plopped himself down across from Reki on the concrete. Legs crossed, hunched over the backpack as he dug through it, Langa muttered words under his breath, most in English, some in Japanese. All Reki caught wind of was something about alcohol swabs and bandages.

“You know,” Reki sighed once more, his eyes shutting for a moment before opening to the swirls of reds and oranges and purples in the sky above them. The sun had started to set, it seemed. “I buy those band-aids for you. Since you can’t stand the sight of your own blood and whatever. Yeah, man, I’m not like you. I can handle a little blood. And a lot of blood. I’m just… I’m fine, dude. I don’t need patching up.”

“And I say you do.”

Reki tilted his head back up, attention drawn back to Langa and the firmness of his voice. Shivers shot down Reki’s spine as he caught sight of these piercing blue eyes, a look Reki rarely ever saw. And in his voice, Reki wasn’t sure what it was. A demand? Protectiveness? Perhaps there was also a hint of pleading, though that came across clearer in Langa’s look. Langa was worried about him. It had to be, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been staring at him with his big eyes, wide enough to put a Canadian deer to shame. And with a look like that, Reki couldn’t refuse him. Well, it wasn’t like Reki could often refuse him anything.

“Fine!”

Reki huffed as he let his body flop back. He was giving in. He was yet again giving in and Langa seemed more than content with his giving in. He seemed more than content to know that he was Reki’s biggest weakness, the one person he could never refuse, a smile growing at the corners of his mouth as he continued his scavenger hunt.

The seconds ticked by slowly, Reki quickly growing more and more agitated. He wanted to get up. He wanted to get back on his board. He wanted to get back to trying to perfect the trick he had been practicing. He wanted to get back to a life full of movement but he had promised Langa that he would stay put. He had promised to not move, simply lying against the cold, hard ground, staring up at the clouds. And while he had to stay immobile, they twisted and danced across the sky, taking an infinite number of shapes. A bunny. A dolphin. A flower. A—

“Found them!”

A clear blue sky stared back at Reki, startling him. Reki’s breath hitches as Langa hovered over him, holding up a few sealed bandages, the treasures he had managed to find. A boyish grin illuminated his face, an expression so contrary to the reserved and serious one he often wore. It was so different from what Reki was used to seeing, that childish grin and those sparkling eyes. It was so different that it had Reki’s insides twisting, his throat turning dry.

He knew he could reach up and touch. He knew that Langa wasn’t some porcelain doll that would shatter under his calloused fingers. He knew he could touch, that Langa would never refuse him the pleasure of passing his fingers through the silky blue hair, pushing a strand behind his ear. He knew that Langa would never deny him the pleasure of touching that beautiful pale skin. Langa would never say no to him; he’d always let Reki feel those soft lips against his, no matter the time of day. And yet, Reki found himself resisting. He found himself holding back.

A light heat formed under Reki’s skin as he pressed his palm to Langa’s chest, pushing him away ever so slightly. He propped himself back up on his elbows, both closer yet farther from Langa who was sitting up, legs folded under him. Eyes shifted away, quick glances that lasted no more than a millisecond, enough to burn the skin, not enough to memorize every line in Langa’s face.

“Again,” Reki rubbed his nose, eyes still avoiding Langa’s general direction, “I don’t actually need them. The scrapes will be gone in the morning; no use in wasting perfectly good band-aids on that.”

“But I want to do it for you.” A beat of silence. A beat that lasted long enough for Reki to look at Langa, Langa who was ducking his head, silk blue curtains falling over his equally blue eyes. “Since you always patch me up after I bail?” The blue eyes glanced up, a small smile curling at the corner of that mouth Reki liked so much. “I want to do that for you. I want to take care of you, Reki.”

Oh! Reki’s heart skipped a beat, all the air in him clogging at the base of his throat. Oh, now that was adorable.

Reki never thought that his biggest weakness would come in the form of a person, yet there Langa was, sitting between his legs, looking bashful and hopeful and oh-so-cute. There was no way Reki could turn him away when he looked like that. There was no way Reki could deny him anything when he sounded like that. How could he when Langa seemed so small, so vulnerable, so absolutely adorable? It was impossible, simply impossible. So Reki did what he did best; he gave in to Langa. He gave in to Langa as he always did because this was Langa asking and Langa could get him to do anything.

“Fine! Fine!” Reki finally sat up as he presented his scraped hand to a starry-eyed Langa. “But only because you’re so freaking cute, man.”

“What?” Blue met amber. “No!” A pout? “You’re the cute one!”

Reki couldn’t help the giggles that broke from his lips. How could he when his whole perspective of Langa had shifted? Never would he have imaging that the stoic and socially awkward boy he had met only a little over a year ago would turn out to be a complete dork, a dork who pouted for being called cute. Reki never would have believed it if someone had told him that this would become his normal. Reki never would have believed it if someone would have told him that Langa would turn out to be this dorky yet adorable boyfriend. Even less if someone had told him that he would be his dorky yet adorable boyfriend.

“Well?” Reki raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Are you gonna patch me up or are you gonna just stare at me all wide-eyed until the scrapes disappear all on their own?”

Langa blinked a few times before shaking his head and quickly turning his attention to Reki’s outstretched hand. A ghost of a touch fluttered over the injury, hesitant fingertips following the lines of the scrapes. Langa’s eyes flickered between Reki’s face and his hand before turning away from his completely, reaching out for the makeshift first-aid kit Reki carried around everywhere he went.

It didn’t take a genius to know that Langa was out of his comfort zone. It didn’t take a genius to notice that Langa wasn’t used to being the one cleaning wounds. Unlike Reki who had grown far too accustomed to the motions of swipe and stick, Langa hesitated. His hands shook ever so slightly as he wiped Reki’s palm clean. He was the one flinching as the alcohol swab touched the injury, even if the pinch of alcohol on flesh was felt by Reki. Langa was the one clumsily tending to Reki’s wounds, far from efficient, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because it was the thought that counted. It didn’t have to be perfect because as long as the care was coming from Langa, then Reki would be happy. If it was from Langa, then Reki would always smile ever so softly as he watched him peel the band-aid open before pressing it to Reki’s skin with the utmost concentration.

It was the kindness. It was the care. It was all that which had Reki falling even more in love with the boy in front of him. It was the little things that made his heart melt.

“And,” Langa pressed one last band-aid to Reki’s palm, his long, nimble fingers passing over the fabric once more before curling around Reki’s, “all done. All cleaned up.”

“Thanks, man!”

As Reki pulled his hand back, needing it to push himself off the ground, Langa’s grip tightened. His fingers refused to uncurl as he tugged the hand back towards him, pulling a yelp out of Reki. But it didn’t end there. It never did when it came to Langa and his surprises.

Reki’s whole face flushed a deep crimson as Langa planted a kiss to the middle of his palm, slow and careful. Reki barely felt the kiss through the layers of bandages, but he could see it happening and that was enough for his heart to start pounding in his chest. He may not have been able to feel it on his skin, but he felt it underneath, the fire igniting in his cheeks, in his ears, in his brain. He felt it everywhere, the heat pulsing through his veins, especially when his eyes met Langa’s, the boy’s lips still pressed to the tanned calloused skin, a smile playing on those pretty lips, a smile that drove Reki absolutely crazy.

“Kissing it better,” Langa clarified, not that Reki had asked. “You always insist on the magic of kissing it better.”

“You…”

Reki huffed as he finally managed to pull his hand back. He held it defensively to his chest as he stared Langa down. Langa knew what he was doing. Langa was not as innocent as he framed himself to be. He knew damn well that he was the reason why Reki’s face must have matched his hair. He had to be fully aware that it was entirely his fault. He had to be. Otherwise, why would he have had the audacity to look smug about it? That bastard…

Reki felt his stomach flip as Langa shifted in position, now straddling him rather than being small between his knees. Reki felt his breath hitch at the weight in his lap, arms caging him in. And something glinted in those beautiful blue eyes, something Reki had never seen before. It wasn’t a look he knew. It wasn’t that veiled softness Langa usually reserved for him. No, it was something else. Something terrifying yet… exciting?

“Well,” Langa licked at his lips as his eyes fell on Reki’s lip caught between his teeth. An electric shock zapped down Reki’s back, making him suddenly so much more aware of his surroundings. “I could always give you a real kiss if you’d like.”

Reki’s whole body overheated as his brain short-circuited from his thoughts. It was too much just thinking about having Langa’s mouth against his, endless kisses for Reki to drown in. It was too much to think about what he’d do if he gave in to desire, gave in to what he wanted so badly. It was all he really wanted at the moment, but when he wanted too much, his body had the bad habit of rejecting everything. He wanted, he wanted with every fiber of his being, but he knew he shouldn’t give in. He couldn’t give in.

Reki froze as Langa leaned in, his warm breath against Reki’s lips. “I’ll be real good, I promise.”

“Okay!”

The bewilder shout had Langa pulling away. Or maybe Reki was pushing him away, his eyes having gone wide from Langa’s suggestive tone. Maybe he was pushing him away, both hands clasped over Langa’s mouth, a sure way of keeping him quiet and away. Because as much as Reki loved Langa, these so-called bedroom eyes were not what he wanted in the middle of a skatepark. This kind of flirtation was not something he wanted to display in plain sight.

“Man, you can’t just say that to me! You-! I-! Dude! No!”

Reki’s hands dropped onto his lap as Langa straightened out and continued laughing. He laughed that pretty laughter of his as Reki squeezed his hands between his thighs, eyes glued to them. Or at least, they were until Langa was gently tilting his head up, forcing them to be face to face. Without that, the nimble fingers under Reki’s chin, he might have missed the crystal tears starting to form at the corner of Langa’s eyes as he laughed so freely. Reki might have missed the way Langa’s face was also flushed, his pale skin tinted with reds and pinks. Had he kept staring at his hands, then he would have missed how beautiful Langa looked. Because Langa was beautiful. Langa was always just so beautiful.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he managed to huff out, wiping the tears from his eyes, finally starting to calm his laughter. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Something twisted once more in Reki, though this time it wasn’t horrible discomfort. This time, it was guilt. It was the guilt of not being able to give Langa the closeness that he craved, the affection that he wanted. It was the guilt of knowing that he had once been so fine with all of Langa’s touches, all his affection, until their true feelings got in the way. It was the guilt of knowing that if they had just stayed friends, Reki wouldn’t have thought twice when their hands brushed together or when they hugged for maybe a split second longer than socially acceptable. As friends, Reki was fine with every fleeting touch. Now, as a couple, Reki panicked. He panicked at everything because while it was easy to be outwardly affectionate platonically, the romantic complicates things. The romantic overwhelmed Reki.

“Sorry.” Reki felt his stomach drop at the smallness of Langa’s voice, a sort of quiet that bordered on scared. He shifted his weight on Reki’s lap, demonstrating a willingness to move if Reki so desired him to, but a reluctance to do so on his own. “I… really didn’t mean to...”

“S’fine, dude. Don’t worry about it. I’m just, y’know,” Reki waved his hand around, the movement like a nervous tick, “public.”

Langa’s hair whipped around his face as he quickly glanced around the darkening skatepark. The blue of his eyes glinted behind the ever-moving strands of hair, sparkles behind the soft hair which Reki wanted nothing more than the thread his fingers through. It was crazy how effortlessly beautiful Langa looked. It was insane how beautiful he was all the time. Even under the shitty, flickering streetlamp, Langa looked like a prince straight out of a fairy tale. Even as a sweaty mess, he looked extraordinarily beautiful, more breathtaking than all the masterpieces in the world combined.

Langa was gorgeous as he pushed a strand of hair behind his ear. He was gorgeous as he turned back to Reki, a small smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He was gorgeous as he looked at Reki, looking at him as if he, too, was beautiful. He was looking at him as if he was the only person in the world, and that look alone had Reki melting. Under Langa’s gaze, Reki turned to putty because only he, Kyan Reki, would ever get to see Langa like that. Only Kyan Reki would ever get to feel what it was like to be the only person who could see those blue eyes sparkle like a thousand snowflakes swirling under a bright sun. Blue eyes that were for him only.

“There’s no one around?”

Reki felt himself flush as Langa tilted his head ever so slightly to the side as the words tumbled out. There was a shine in his eyes, one Reki didn’t recognize. And in his voice… Was it desire? Want? Need? Reki couldn’t tell. It wasn’t something he was accustomed to, something he knew. But whatever it was, it had his heart pounding in his chest, breath hitching, world fading. Everything centered around Langa. Langa and this new blossoming feeling. Langa and the novelty in his gaze and in his voice. Langa who, despite being reckless and shameless at times, was always such a good and reserved boy. Was it possible that he meant it? That he really did want to kiss Reki?

Reki’s eyes skirted over the deserted skatepark. There really wasn’t anyone around and, knowing the area rather well, Reki knew no one would be coming around, especially not at this hour. He knew well enough that whatever they did, it would between them. There would be no interruption or prying eyes to catch them. Not that they were going to do anything bad. Just…

“Just one kiss.”

“Really?”

Langa’s pitch was higher than usual, excitement coating the single word, but it was enough to have Reki finding his eyes once more, blue against amber. It was enough to have him smiling dopily, biting back the laughter that threatened to break from his lips. It was enough to have him falling in love all over again.

“You get one kiss, that’s it.”

A grin broke across Langa’s face, a grin that made him glow. Effortlessly beautiful. He was always so effortlessly beautiful.

“Isn’t that what you always say?” Langa put his hands up defensively as Reki sent him a look of disapproval. “Alright, fine, just one. If you can stop.”

Reki sighed as his fingers curled around the collar of Langa’s shirt. He tugged him forward, head tilting as their noses brushed against each other. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

A breathless laugh broke from Langa’s lips as he pressed them to Reki’s. Beautiful laughter from the most beautiful boy. Laughter that quickly vanished under the weight of the kiss, kiss so addictive, worse than a drug. With every kiss, Reki found himself wanting more, always more, craving the high that came with it.

His brain hazed as cold fingers found his waist, the warm skin under his hoodie. His breath hitched, a gasp leaving him as kisses trailed down his jawline, down his neck, down to his shoulder. Everything faded out as his fingers clung around Langa’s arm, an anchor steadying him. Because Reki was falling. He was falling, a complete free fall from the tallest building, plummeting down from the sky with nothing to hang on to. All Reki could hope was that Langa would be there to catch him. It was his only prayer, and so far, Langa had always answered.

It all happened in a blissful daze. Reki wouldn’t be able to say how things happened or in what order they happened, but all he knew was that Langa’s mouth had found his again and that they were sprawled against the cold pavement. And it wasn’t the first time they found themselves in that exact position, legs locked around the other’s, bodies flush against each other, and kisses hazing everything, though usually, it involved a softer surface, more often than not a mattress and a closed door. Usually, the kisses they shared were contained to the privacy of their own homes, but right now, that didn’t matter. Right now, all that mattered was the way Langa was licking at the seam of Reki’s mouth, lips parting out of habit. All that mattered were the muffled words that would break from their lips as someone pulled back ever so slightly to catch their breath. All that mattered was Langa. Langa and his blissfully sweet kisses.

Reki wasn’t proud of the whimper that left from his lips as Langa pulled back completely. He didn’t like sounding desperate, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And usually, as sounds broke from Reki’s lips, Langa would be back, kissing the noise away. Usually. Today was not one of those days, Langa sitting up completely, his whole weight pressed against Reki’s thighs. And the smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth was cruel temptation, just out of reach for Reki.

“You said one kiss, so.” Langa shrugged, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That was more than one, you fucking tease,” Reki muttered as he propped himself up on his elbows for what felt like the hundredth time that evening.

The smirk reappeared, playful yet challenging. “Pulling out the big, bad words, huh?”

Reki felt the burn flare-up in his face as Langa leaned down to press a chaste kiss to his mouth. More sounds followed as Langa pulled away, his smile just how he had left it against Reki’s lips. Perhaps it was another whimper. Hopefully, it wasn’t a moan; now that would have been pathetic. Whatever it was, all Reki knew was that it meant he wanted more. He always craved more when it came to Langa.

“Wanna head back instead? Get some food, put on a movie, definitely not watch the movie, not that it matters since my mom’s not—”

“You stopped kissing me because you’re hungry?”

Langa’s cheeks fluffed pink as his eyes widened. He was so cute when he was embarrassed. He always did that thing where he would look like a deer in headlights for a split second before glancing away, sometimes even making sure his bangs fell over his eyes. He always did it and every time, Reki would giggle. So he let himself giggle as he pushed himself off the ground, laughter falling from his lips like the stars against the mid-August sky. Just like that, everything fell into place, Reki’s forehead against Langa’s shoulder, his warm breath against his boyfriend’s collarbone. Just like that, his arms were wrapped around Langa’s body, holding onto him tightly as Langa hugged back, his nose buried in Reki’s hair. Just like that, they fit together perfectly. Because they were perfect. Perfect in all their imperfection. Two halves of a whole.

“Can we watch Spirited Away in your bed? No offense, man, but your couch sucks ass when it comes to making out.”

“You…” Langa’s arms loosened as he shifted, drawing Reki’s eyes up before getting him to sit straight. “You want to watch a kids' movie while we make out?”

“Dude, what’d you mean ‘kids movie’? It’s a cinematic masterpiece!” Langa raised an eyebrow as Reki bit the inside of his lip. “Also, I’ve seen it like a hundred times so I won’t be tempted to watch it.”

“No. No, I know you.” Langa’s hands were cold yet delicate against Reki’s cheeks, cupping his face so gently. “Reki, you’re gonna end up watching it. Again. For the third time this month.”

“Look! Look, it’s not my fault it constantly plays at my place! It’s one of the only movies we still have on cassette and Chihiro, she… she just really likes the movie because the main character has the same name as her. And I like it because…” Reki huffed and scrunched his nose. “Because it’s a good movie, man! Don’t hate on a good movie!”

Langa inhaled sharply as he shut his eyes. He inhaled deeply as he pressed his joint hands to his lips, looking as though he were praying to a God above, whichever one was willing to listen to his prayer. “I can’t believe my boyfriend wants to make out with me while his little sister’s favorite movie plays in the background.”

“Well,” Reki shrugged as Langa’s eyes snapped open, blue eyes following the movement of his body flopping down to the ground, arms crossed behind his head, “we could also not make out. Not like I care. Would be your loss, man.”

“No!” Reki bit his lip, stifling a laugh as Langa straddled him once more, caging him in, one hand on each side of Reki’s head. He tried his best to not laugh because, this time, he wasn’t the one panicking. He wasn’t the one with bewilderment in his eyes. “There is no fucking way I’m letting you off the hook that easily. You-!”

It was always so much fun shutting Langa up with a kiss. It didn’t happen all that often since Langa wasn’t known to be the chattiest of people, but when it did, oh how Reki loved it. Every time, without fail, it would catch Langa off guard, his eyes growing three sizes before being squeezed shut. And under his skin, a fire would ignite, a deep, rich, beautiful red that, surprisingly, didn’t often blossom under that snow-white skin of his. More often than not, Langa was the one initiating the kisses, so having Reki push himself up to catch Langa’s lips in a kiss, it left him a mess of blushes. Reki’s surprise kisses had the power to turn Stoic Langa, Cold Langa, Ice Prince Langa into this mess of a dork, this stuttering and blushing mess of a boyfriend.

Reki’s eyes followed the movement of his own fingers, tracing along the natural lines of Langa’s jaw. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out Langa’s weaknesses. It hadn’t taken long at all for him to figure out that Langa melted under his touch, losing himself to half-lidded eyes. And when Langa melted, it always made it a little bit easier to convince him to do as Reki pleased.

“You pick the food and I pick the movie or no more kisses for you.”

Langa huffed, his adorable pouty expression taking over. “Can it at least be Howl’s Moving Castle? Please? I know you like that one too, but at least I won’t have the image of your little sisters bouncing around the living room seared into my mind while I try to kiss you senseless.”

“Fine, fine!” Reki rolled his eyes as his fingers hooked Langa’s chin, beckoning him closer to press another kiss to his mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Reki.” One kiss. “So much.” Two kisses. “To the moon and back.” Three kisses. “Infinitely.”

#Also don't mind me posting this at 2 in the morning #I'm going to bed now I promise #I have class later so I have to sleep #just didnt want to #also is there improvement? I can't tell I'm so tired to tell #renga #snowgear #lanreki #langa x reki #reki x langa #reki #kyan reki #reki kyan #langa #hasegawa langa #langa hasegawa #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #lils writes

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Sk8 headcannons because brainrot pt. 2

- everything Reki has ever taught himself has been because of the wonderful world of YouTube tutorials

- Kojiro wanted to get his ears pierced in highschool like Kaoru, but he didn't do it because he was afraid of tarnishing his image (which is ironic when he gets a massive tattoo later in life)

- Langa doesn't like cats because he thinks they're mean

- there’s a stray cat that lives near Langa’s house and even though he doesn’t like cats, he leaves out milk and some fish for it sometimes because he feels bad

- Langa has never had a pet except a goldfish he won at a carnival once that he managed to keep alive for four years somehow.

- Kaoru technically needed glasses in high school, but he didn't wear them because he just didn't care at the time (until his vision grew poor enough that it affected his skating)

- Miya gets called a furry by Reki on the daily

- Reki has some knowledge in video editing and has considered starting a YouTube channel

- Langa has a diary, something he started after his father died. At first he didn't really know what to write, so he would just talk about his day, but eventually he got to the emotions part. The diary was especially useful during his fight with Reki in which he was trying to figure out his emotions (it was also useful when he realized he might have an itty bitty crush on his best friend)

- Joe is the biggest dad friend of the group in terms of doting on the kids and giving advice and stuff. Both Reki and Langa come to him often for advice, and Miya hangs around his restaurant a lot.

- Langa has one (1) succulent that he has managed to keep alive for three years. Its name is Gary, and it may not be the prettiest, but it is not dead yet!

- Reki never tells his mother when Langa is coming over and she's trained herself to just expect a lanky Canadian to be wandering around her house at any time.

- It took Kojiro a really long time to figure out his sexuality (and that's valid!!)

- Hiromi has been hopelessly in love with his manager for three years and has tried on multiple occasions to confess to her, but either something interrupts them or there's some sort of misunderstanding about it. Those are his more violent nights at "S".

- After befriending Reki, Langa and Miya, Hiromi is a little more careful about his tools of sabotage during beefs (and he lowkey feels guilty for injuring Reki in the beginning)

- Kaoru and Reki are actually closer than one might think. Reki ends up asking him for advice just as much as he asks Kojiro.

- Reki can't do something mundane without his ears being occupied. He ends up listening to music or podcasts a lot when he does chores or is working on a board alone (but if Langa is there with him, he'll talk his ear off instead).

- Miya's family isn't particularly bad, they're just a little distant. They assume everything is okay because Miya's so successful with school and skating, and they trust his integrity (which makes it very easy for him to sneak out to "S"). He doesn't really talk to them (or anyone, really) about his struggles.

- When Miya and Koyomi meet, he shows her all his video games and suddenly Reki's little sister is a gamer girl

- Langa almost wore a long-sleeved top to the beach and Reki had to go make him change before they left ("you'll melt in that, are you crazy?!")

- Kojiro knew damn well that Kaoru had a business trip and that the gang was going to the beach, but all other parties were unaware. He just decided to tag along as to not be left out.

- Kaoru trims his own hair, as he finds salons to be ridiculously overpriced for those with long hair

- Reki dogsits for his next door neighbor sometimes, they have a shiba named Onigiri (rice ball).

- Kojiro’s pennant was a gift from Kaoru and he wears it literally all the time except in water (so it doesn’t get ruined)

- Reki’s father is pretty absent, so Oka takes it upon himself to look after him

- Langa occasionally picks up odd jobs in order to help his mom out with finances

- Langa’s favorite animal is dolphins. He had a phase as a child where he read like fifty dolphin books and it was his entire personality for a few months. Despite this, he has never actually seen a dolphin irl

- Reki takes really good care of his nails and Langa… does not. He bites them and it annoys the shit out of Reki to the point where he’s just like “please… just let me file them for you” and Langa relents despite the fact that he hates the sensation of getting his nails filed

- Reki sometimes talks to Langa about getting depressed and one time Langa is like “yeah I getchu” and Reki is just like “heh?” And Langa says “I mean my dad died and I was in counseling for like months after that before I came here” and Reki is just like “oh”

- Langa is Reki’s bi awakening and it takes him a hot second to figure that out

- sometimes Langa pretends to be more oblivious than he is, either for shits and giggles, or to obtain information

- Kaoru knows exactly how to seduce women, and occasionally uses this to his advantage. It just sucks because he’s not into women.

- Reki is super observant, but whenever Langa does something that’s an indication that he likes Reki, he’s just like “WELL MAYBE IM OVERANALYZING THIS CANT BE REAL-”

- Langa (in general) doesn’t feel the need to be super secretive about anything. He’s honest (sometimes brutally so) and doesn’t always think twice before he says something. This can be both good and bad depending on the context.

- Reki doesn’t sleep a lot. He literally has to go to bed past midnight, he absolutely cannot fall asleep earlier. He gets up at 6:30am every day of the week, even weekends. It’s just how he’s programmed.

- Kojiro used to go to the public gym before Kaoru commented about how unsanitary that was. Ever since then he got freaked out about going to public gyms (especially as someone who works in food services) and cancelled his membership. He bought his own equipment and works out on his own now

- Reki knows how to do rainbow loom. His sisters had a phase with it.

- Kojiro drew on himself with pen when he was bored in school.

- Miya has a habit of eavesdropping on conversations he’s not meant to hear

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 anime #sk8 renga #matchablossom #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #miya chinen #higa hiromi #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki #sk8 headcanons #soupshcs

[ozzy-bozzy]

hello!! can i request reki & langa or cherry & joe with a best friend who also skates? (platonic) :))

your work is great 😄😄🤍

ah, thank you!! enjoy bubba <3!!

Cherry would be so fun to skate with im tellin yall

Supportive brother vibes

He’s there to challenge you and keep pushing you to be better

While also shit-talking people who dare say something about you or your skating

Maybe MAYBE will let you ride his board…

But ONLY in private under his supervision, that thing is the love of his life

You’re best friends with Carla :]]

Sometimes people joke that you’re closer with the AI than you are the pink-haired man

If you knew him when he was younger, you might tease him about bringing back the lip piercing, which only aggravates him

You would bribe him to try using your board, which he very much didn’t enjoy

Said his was much more comforting

Also said using more playing boards is boring

But whatever

Ignore him pls

(don’t actually it makes him sad)

He will definitely treat you to dinner after the two of you go out skating for the day

And you both talk shit about the other’s skating, which just ends in laughter

Joe will totally treat you and see you as a younger sibling

WIll bring you to S with him, always making sure you have a jacket

Gets concerned about you not having a helmet when there’s literally no need for one now after skating for awhile

Still worried you’ll get hurt

Your biggest cheerleader during beefs

Also helps you prepare for any beefs you might have

Will bribe you to be his little hype-person, helping him pick up cute girls

You help him, he feeds you for free at his restaurant

Might help you customize your board to help fit your personality

Secretly thinks your board looks cooler than his but won’t admit it out loud

Under all the crap he gives you, he’s proud of you every time you successfully land a trick

And always tries to show off just a little for you

Always hopes you look up to him because nothing would make him happier

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #sk8 joe #sk8 cherry #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki #cherry x reader #joe x reader #sk8 the infinity headcanons #sk8 hcs #cherry hcs #joe hcs #anonie

[lils-of-the-valley]

Kiss It Better

It was 1 am and I just wanted to write dumb skater boys kissing. I miss writing kisses and they should kiss and be happy and in love. They are in love, but they should also kiss. (Also I'm on mobile so I hope the read more works)

Edit: I forgot to put the AO3 link here Can y'all tell how exhausted I am?

Reki was no stranger to injuries. Really, it was concerning the number of times he had ended up in an emergency room after a skateboarding accident. But the pain barely fazed him anymore, especially not the minor pain of scrapes and bruises. At this point, it was a daily occurrence, either from bailing while skating or from ramming his hip into the corner of a table. The latter was a little more frustrating though.

“Dude, you don’t have to make such a big deal out of it!”

Big blue eyes stared blankly at Reki before diving back into his backpack, rummaging through it. Reki sighed as he leaned back against the concrete, propped up on his elbows, his head hanging back. Langa was being dramatic as ever, making a huge deal out of what was essentially nothing more than a little scrape on Reki’s left hand. Sure, there had been a bit of blood, but the cut was barely visible! It wasn’t anything to panic over. Yet, Langa had insisted that Reki stayed put, right where he had fallen, while he hauled the backpack back to Reki before plopping himself down onto the concrete. He sat cross-legged in front of Reki while he dug through the bag, muttering something about alcohol pads and bandages.

“Those band-aids are for you,” Reki said, his eyes fixated on the swirls of reds and oranges and purples in the sky. The sun had started to set, it seemed. “Since you can’t stand the sight of your own blood. Unlike you, I can handle it. It doesn’t bother me. I don’t need patching up.”

“And I say you do.”

The firmness of Langa’s voice drew Reki’s attention back to him, his piercing blue eyes sending shivers down the boy’s spine. There was something demanding in Langa’s voice, something protective, something… pleading? Langa was worried about him? Given the way he was looking at Reki, it had to be. And Reki couldn’t refuse him, not when he was looking like that.

“Fine!”

Reki huffed as he finally let his body flop down onto the ground. Langa seemed content with the answer, returning to his scavenger hunt through Reki’s bag. This meant that Reki would have to occupy himself without his skateboard since he wasn’t allowed to get onto it until he was fully patched up. Thankfully, the ever-changing clouds in the sky were distracting enough. A bunny. A dolphin. A flower. A-

“Found them!”

A blue sky stared back at Reki, startling the boy. Langa hovered above him, holding a few sealed bandages in front of Reki’s face, a boyish grin contrasting his usual reserved and serious expression. A boyish grin that made Reki’s inside twist, his throat turning dry. He knew he could touch, that Langa wasn’t some porcelain doll that would shatter under his calloused fingers. He knew he could touch, that Langa would never refuse him the pleasure of passing his fingers through the silky blue hair, the pleasure of touching that beautiful pale skin, the pleasure of feeling those soft lips, but still, Reki resisted. Still, Reki held back.

He pressed his palm to Langa’s chest, pushing him away ever so slightly as he pushed himself up on his elbows once more, his eyes avoiding Langa’s general direction.

“Again, I don’t actually need them. The scrapes will be gone in the morning; no use in wasting band-aids on that.”

“But I want to do it for you.” A beat of silence. Then Langa was ducking his head, the blue silk falling in his face and drawing Reki’s eyes back to him. “You know, since you always patch me up after I bail? I want to do that for you. I want to take care of you, Reki.”

Oh! Reki’s heart skipped a beat. Oh, now that was adorable.

How was Reki supposed to turn Langa away when he sounded like that? Looked like that? How could Reki refuse Langa who seemed so small, so vulnerable, and oh so adorable? It was simply impossible. So Reki gave in, gave in like he always did because it was Langa asking and Langa could get him to do anything.

“Fine! Fine!” Reki sat up, presenting his scraped hand to a starry-eyed Langa. “But only because you’re cute.”

“No!” Was that a pout? “You’re the cute one.”

Reki couldn’t help but giggle at the boy. To think that the stoic and socially awkward boy he had met only a little over a year ago could end up being an absolute dork, a dork pouting because he was called cute. Reki never would have believed it if someone had told him that this would be his normal. Reki never would have believed it if someone had told him that Langa would turn out to be this dorky yet adorable boyfriend. His dorky yet adorable boyfriend.

“Well? Are you going to patch me up or are you gonna stare at me all wide-eyed until the scrapes disappear on their own?”

Langa blinked a few times before quickly turning his attention to Reki’s outstretched hand, a ghost of a touch fluttering over the scrapes. Hesitantly, he glanced between Reki’s face and his hand before carefully pulling out an alcohol swab from the makeshift first-aid kit Reki carried everywhere he went. It was pretty obvious that Langa was not in his comfort zone, not used to be the one cleaning wounds. His hands shook ever so slightly as he wiped Reki’s hands clean, but it was the gesture that counted. It didn’t have to be perfect because as long as it was from Langa, then Reki would smile ever so softly as he watched him put on a band-aid with the utmost concentration. It was the kindness and the care that had Reki fall a little more in love with the boy in front of him. It was the little things that made his heart melt.

“And,” Langa pressed one last band-aid to Reki’s palm, his long fingers passing over the fabric before curling around Reki’s, “all done. All clean.”

“Thanks, man.”

As Reki pulled his hand back, Langa’s grip tightened as he tugged the hand back towards him, surprising Reki. He felt his whole face heat up as Langa planted a kiss right in the middle of his palm, slow and careful. Reki barely felt the kiss, but he could see it happening. And he could feel it in his face, the fire that had ignited in his cheeks, in his ears, in his brain. And when Langa’s eyes met Reki’s, lips still pressed against the calloused tanned skin, a smile played on his pretty lips, a smile that drove Reki crazy.

“Kissing it better,” Langa clarified. “You always insist on the magic of kissing it better.”

“You…”

Reki huffed, finally managing to pull his hand back and holding it defensively to his chest. Langa knew what he doing to Reki. He knew that he was the reason why Reki’s face must have matched his hair. He was fully aware that it was entirely his fault and the bastard still had the audacity of looking smug about it.

Reki felt his stomach flip as Langa crawled over him, his weight in Reki’s lap while his arms caged the boy. Something glinted in those blue eyes, something Reki had never seen before. Something that terrified him, but also strangely… exciting?

“Well,” Langa licked at his lips as he glanced down at Reki’s lips, sending an electric shock down the boy’s back, “I could always give you a real kiss if you like.”

Reki’s mind short-circuited at the thought of having Langa’s hot mouth against his. He wanted, he wanted it so badly, but his body tensed at the mere thought of it. He wanted, he wanted with fiber of his body, but he shouldn’t. He couldn’t.

“I’ll be real good, I promise.”

“Okay!” Reki half-shouted in embarrassment. He had felt his eyes go wide at Langa’s suggestive tone. He had felt the twist in his gut. His face, his whole body burned as he pressed his hands to Langa’s mouth, pushing him away. Langa laughed against his hand, pretty and muffled. “Man, you can’t just say that to me! You-! I-! Dude! No!”

Reki’s hands dropped onto his lap, squeezed between his thighs while Langa straightened out, still sitting on Reki’s lap. He was laughing, hearty and unguarded, which made Reki’s heart flip. His face was also flushed, his pale skin tinted with reds and pinks. He was so beautiful. Langa was just so beautiful.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he managed to huff out, finally calming his laughter. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Something twisted in Reki once more, though this time it felt more guilty than anything. He just wasn’t particularly good with PDA. Sure, he knew he was an extremely tactile person, his hand constantly brushing against Langa’s, their shoulders bumping as they walked side by side, but everything he did, it could be interpreted as just bros being good ol’ platonic buddies. He had always been a touchy-feely person, especially with Langa, but still, it wasn’t easy being affectionate in a romantic sense. Just holding hands made his hands all sweaty and gross, his nerves getting the best of him. And god forbid they actually kissed in public-! No, Reki wasn’t ready for that. It was just too much. Just the thought was overwhelming him.

“Sorry.” Langa’s voice had gone quiet as he shifted on Reki’s lap. Reki could see he was reluctant to move but ready to do so regardless. “I really didn’t mean to…”

“S’fine, dude. I’m just… public.”

The wind caught in Langa’s hair, pushing it out of his face as he quickly glanced around the dark skatepark. How was he so effortlessly beautiful? How was Langa so damn beautiful all the freaking time? How was it that even under the shitty streetlamp, he still looked like a prince straight out of a fairy-tale? And when he looked at Reki like he was also beautiful, as if he were the only person in the world, it made him melt. Those blue eyes were only for him. Only Kyan Reki would ever get to look into them like this, see the way they sparkled like snowflakes under a bright sun.

“There’s no one around?”

Oh. Was that hope in Langa’s eyes? In his voice? Was it desire? Want? Need? Langa who, despite being reckless and shameless, was always so reserved and good, did he really want to kiss Reki that badly? And since there was no one around… Maybe it would be alright? It wasn’t like they would be interrupted or caught. No one came around this part of town, especially not at this hour.

Reki’s eyes skirted over the deserted skatepark once last time before finding Langa’s eyes once more.

“Just one.”

“Really?” Excitement, that’s what made Langa’s voice just a tad higher than usual.

“You get one kiss. That’s it.”

A grin broke across Langa’s face once more, a grin that made him glow. “Isn’t that what you always say?” Reki sent Langa a look of disapproval to which he answered by putting his hands up defensively. “Fine, fine, just one. If you can stop.”

Reki sighed at the boy before tugging him closer by the collar of his shirt. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

A breathless laugh broke from Langa’s lips before pressing them to Reki’s. Langa was like a drug; his kisses were the most addicting thing Reki had ever come across and it only took one for him to be hooked. His taste filled Reki, his sweetness hazing Reki’s mind. It wasn’t the first time he kissed Langa – it had already been weeks since their first kiss, clumsy in the middle of a shitty movie – but it didn’t mean it didn’t feel completely new each time. It had been weeks since that first kiss, but Reki just couldn’t get enough of his boyfriend’s mouth, of his kisses, of his touch. Especially not when Langa was licking at the seam of Reki’s lips, asking to be let in.

Everything happened in a blissful daze: the arms wrapping around Langa’s neck, the beckoning him closer if that were even possible, the slight fumbling to get comfortable, and the falling back onto the concrete, legs tangling as they always did. Sure, the cold ground wasn’t nearly as comfortable as a mattress, but with Langa’s arms acting like a pillow for Reki’s head, it didn’t matter. Everything was good, so good. It was so good, the feeling of Langa’s short, hot pants between the kisses. It was so good, the mumbling against each other's mouths, their names filling the little air between them. But nothing beat having their lips pressed together, wanting, needing the other. Nothing could ever beat that feeling.

Reki wasn’t proud of the whimper that left his lips as Langa pulled back completely, sitting up. The smirk was a cruel temptation. Langa was no fool; he knew damn well that he was torturing Reki as he shifted in his lap, his whole weight pressed into Reki’s thighs.

“You said one kiss, so,” Langa shrugged, lips pressed in a thin line.

“That was more than one, you fucking tease,” Reki muttered as he propped himself up on his elbows for what felt like the hundredth time that evening.

“Pulling out the big, bad words, huh?” A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in to press a chaste kiss to Reki’s lips. Another whimper. Maybe even a moan. Reki wasn’t sure; he just knew he wanted more. “Wanna come over instead? Get some food, put on a movie, probably not watch the movie at all but it doesn’t matter since my mom isn’t-!”

“You stopped kissing me because you’re hungry?”

Laughter fell from Reki’s lips like the stars against the mid-August sky as his forehead hit Langa’s shoulder. He should have known. Langa had seemed hungry for both love-filled kisses and actual food.

Instinctively, Reki’s arms wrapped around the body against which he was pressed, feeling the light rumble of laughter and potentially of an empty stomach against his own body. Langa was warm. He was comfortable. He was safe. Langa was… home.

“Can we watch Spirited Away in your bed? No offense man, but your couch is shit to make out on.”

“You…” Langa shifted, causing Reki to peel himself off of him and look up at him. “You want to watch a kid’s movie while we make out?”

“It’s a good movie! And I’ve seen it like a hundred times, so I won’t be tempted to actually watch it.”

“No. I know you.” Langa’s hands found their way to Reki’s cheeks, holding his face ever so gently. “You’re gonna end up watching it. Again. For the third time this month.”

“Look! Look, it’s not my fault it constantly plays at my place! Chihiro just… she likes the movie because the main character has the same name as her. And I like it because… it’s good, man. Don’t hate on a good movie!”

Langa inhaled sharply, his eyes closed and his hands pressed against his lips. He looked like he was praying to whatever God was out there to hear him. “I can’t believe my boyfriend wants to make out with me while his little sister’s favorite movie plays in the background.”

“Well,” Reki shrugged and flopped back down on the ground, crossing his arms behind his head, “we could also not make out, I don’t care. It would be your loss, man.”

“No!” Langa was once more caging Reki with his arms, but this time, it wasn’t Reki that was panicking. “There is no fucking way I’m letting you off the hook that easily. You-!”

It was always so much fun cutting Langa off with kisses when he got a little too chatty. Every time, it would catch him off guard, his eyes growing three sizes for a fraction of a second before squeezing them shut. And his pale cheeks always turn a bright red, a color that, surprisingly, didn’t often blossom under his skin. Langa was almost always the one initiating the kisses, so having Reki be the one pushing himself up to catch his lips, it always left him a mess. Reki’s surprise kisses turned Stoic Langa, Cold Langa, Ice Prince Langa into this mess of dork, this stuttering and blushing mess of boyfriend.

Reki traced the line of Langa’s jaw, his eyes following the movement of his fingers. He had quickly learned that Langa melted at the touch, which made it a lot easier to convince him to do whatever it was Reki wanted. “You pick the food and I pick the movie or no more kisses for you.”

“Can it at least be Howl’s Moving Castle? I know you like that one too, but at least I won’t have the image of your little sisters seared into my mind while I try to kiss you senseless.”

“Fine, fine.” Reki’s fingers hooked Langa’s chin, beckoning him closer to press another kiss to his mouth. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Reki.” One kiss. “So much.” Two kisses. “Infinitely.”

#i still hate tagging shit #but here we are #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #renga #reki x langa #langa x reki #langa hasegawa #hasegawa langa #langa #kyan reki #reki kyan #reki #fluff #like pure fluff #lils writes

[miyuskye]

Today I stumbled on old posts from people reacting to the sk8 finale. I want to make a premise and say that I also felt mixed emotions after it and I was sure that there was something wrong with it. After two months and a half I can say with certainty that the only thing that felt wrong was the lack of episode time, but oh well. Thinking back about sk8, I feel that the writers and the director did the best they could with the time they had.

I think that the main source of confusion stemmed from people misunderstanding the point of the plot. I'm putting myself also among these people because I was so sad that Tadashi forfeited his match vs Langa, but after thinking calmly about that I realized that I just wanted to see Tadashi skate because I am this whipped for him XD and, in reality, even if he had a match with Langa, it would have probably ended the same way -- with Tadashi forfeiting the race midway and letting Langa win (since it's hinted that he's a skating god and Langa beat Adam because he was lucky). This is coherent with the small number of available episodes and Tadashi's arc.

Back to the general public confusion. I'm sure a lot of people were blinded by Renga and totally missed the point the staff wanted to make. It was confirmed in an interview that "sk8 is the story of Adam's search for his Eve", whatever this means (it could be Adam finding his Eve in either Tadashi or Langa, i.e. finding his Eve through the concept that skating is fun). The point is that the focus is on Adam and always has been on Adam. The fandom gave into a collective thinking that Adam was a pedophile and an abuser, but that's clearly not how the staff wanted to portray him. He is obsessed with Langa because he finds in him a worthy and, most importantly, equal partner, he adores Langa and given how loudly he expresses his feelings (i.e. painting a pierced heart over red chrysanthemum to shout out his feelings for Tadashi) his attitude toward him is just the embodiment of that. He isn't interested in Langa because of the power imbalance between them (again, he sees Langa as his equal); he just doesn't want to be alone.

And, yes, the final episodes clearly fit into the narrative of "skating should be fun" because Langa understands (through Reki) that skating with friends is fun and makes Adam remember that (meanwhile he realizes that Tadashi, his friend, was by his side all of this time). Langa, at the beginning, thought that skating was all about the thrill and the adrenaline. He didn't understand that it was fun and amazing to do it with friends/ the people you care about (paralleling to how he didn't realize why he stopped snowboarding when his father died). That's why from ep 7 to 10 he doesn't feel anything. It's because it was all about being with someone you care about, both in skating and snowboarding. He understands that through his relationship with Reki, but my point (and prolly the point a lot of people missed) is that it's general and it doesn't limit itself to Reki and Reki only. I don't want to invalidate Renga, of course not, I like the pairing and the ending makes it clear that Langa's happiness is skating with Reki especially. But the fun experience that comes from skating is a general thing and him going against Adam is just a consequence of that. He wants to make Adam understand that you should have fun while skating, and he wants to have fun with him because he admires him. He was never scared of Adam, and he generally looked pretty chill even when he smashed Cherry with his board. The only thing that mattered to him before his race against Adam was 'why did he start skating?' and 'he looks like he's not having fun' instead of 'i'm going to make this guy pay for his imaginary crimes with my board'. It was like a argument but between friends, the one that gets you in a fight (idk like Rin taking Haru by his collar in Free lmao) because you both want to stand your ground but still care about the other. Also, Utsumi also confirmed that she wanted them to fight with fists in the last ep XD

So, yeah, sk8's ending falls perfectly in the 'skating should be fun' trope. Moving on, let's talk about Kamata. She's, once again, a target for the fandom collective hysteria and she became like this because they projected their hate for Adam into her. Or into Tadashi sometimes, again completely missing the point that the show is about Adam. A lot of people wanted the police to raid S, but that couldn't be realistically attainable because Adam made sure to take off S from the patrol route again and I'm p sure he took additional measures so it wasn't believable for those measures to be shattered in less than a week (when S has been up and running for 7 years). Let's pretend she somehow managed to search Shindo's house. What would she have found? Nothing accusing Adam of Takano's crime. I understand that Takano's crime wasn't very well detailed but I'm thinking that it was something on the line of being bribed to making a certain kind of contract (when he talks about receiving illegal fundings it's the only thing that came to mind). And, on another note, Adam was the one leaking info to the police in the first place XD first, because he wanted to raise to the top of his party (and just standing in Takano's shade isn't his way to roll) and he wanted to have a leverage on the police, so that he could use that leverage to hide his borderline illegal skateboarding races. But they are two different crimes. Kamata wouldn't have found anything useful for the Takano investigation and, even if she managed to find proofs of S (and that's a big if because I'm sure that Adam and Tadashi go out of their way to hide the S screens also from aunties and the household staff), what can she do with those? They're not related to the investigation at hand and can't be used in that specific trial (which is about Takano receiving illegal fundings). A new trial should have been made and Adam wouldn't surely go to prison in one day XD furthermore, it's clear that Kamata belonged to a subplot and that she was a supporting character. She was never meant to be something more than that. I have a long history of elevating supporting character to something they're clearly not so I'm used not to feel 'betrayed' when this doesn't happen, but probably other people don't.

I don't know if I want to talk about Tadaai AGAIN because I feel like we said plenty about them. TL;DR the relationship is not abusive so the point doesn't stand. Tadashi has agency, and chooses to stay by Adam's side because he wants to (and not because he has... Stockholm syndrome... I cringed while writing that XD)

The last point should be the fact that people felt betrayed that Renga wasn't more canon. which I think stemmed from the fact that Utsumi can't decide what to ship XD she had the same problem in Free because she was torn between MakoHaru and RinHaru, but here?? I'm so sure she ships Renga and Tadaai but she definitely likes Eden too. (She wouldn't have had a whole ass theme song for them if she didn't 😊) and so she couldn't decide what route to take and she ended up taking all of them. Bless her, i love a multi shipping queen 🙏

On this note, I saw also some posts about Adam being a homophobic example of queer villain except for the fact that he's not. The authors have made it clear that they love him to no ends. He's not supposed to be Evil and Unredeemable. I don't know why people are so bent on labelling him with things he's not. My roommate told me that he gave off the creepy vibe at the beginning but she confirmed me that after ep 4 it's clear that he's not meant to be dangerous like the other villains he's compared to. I don't personally like people comparing Adam to Hisoka, for example, because I feel that there are very different intentions behind them. Also, I have a feeling people have never watched a media representation of actual grooming (or something that is closely related to this). There's no grooming in sk8. There are fanfics when people describe Adam this way (and while it's interesting to read them, I feel that he's/very/ OOC there), but he's not like this in the original canon.

Thank you for reading this 🙏

#sk8 the infinity #ainosuke shindo #sk8 adam #edenshipping #tadaai #shindo ainosuke #i also find absurd that there are tw and cw for adam like idk #touch some grass

[bombini-fan-page]

Kojiro Nanjo (Joe) headcanons

Warnings: slight spoiler possibility, swearing, maybe slight angst

Big teddy bear

Loves putting his arms around people

Probably has a shirt that says “push-ups are life” or something

Surprisingly loves rum and whiskey but also likes wine

Started developing a crush on cherry when they started skating morning in their high school years

Has a good relationship with his dad but not so great with his mom (that’s why he loves cherrys mom)

Got a tattoo with cherry

Felt the same way Reki does when Ad*m started getting close to cherry and he got really insecure and started distancing himself and that’s why him and cherry argue so much now because cherry saw he didn’t really like ad*m and it put a slight strain on their friendship but still really care about each other and are best friends (they talked it out some. Especially after ad*m left them)

Maybe I’ll make that a fanfic

Gives advice from the heart

Pasta babe

Will kill you if you say pizza is Italian

Can be extremely smart but dense at the same time

Knows how to knit

Encourage cherry to get his piercings (and held his hand while he got them)

Loves American music. Really loves any kind of music he can sway his hips to while cooking (upbeat but also soft? You get the gist)

Was the best at Mario cart when he was a teenager but doesn’t know technology nowadays

Owns a flip phone and gets made fun of by cherry for it “sORry some of us ArEnt tecH GENiuSes like yOu”

Tried to confess to cherry at paris but cherry was dense as fu-ahm- cherry thought the flowers and dinner offer was just a friendly hangout

Has asked cherry to design him a tattoo

Pansexual king

Great singer

Hawaiian shirt dad

Wears a shark tooth necklace he got on vacation

Claims he fought a shark to get it

Is scared of sharks

That man had nightmares from watching jaws

Surprisingly has a normal sleep schedule

But will fall asleep anywhere if given the chance

Loves spicy foods

Only drinks soda on the weekends and Wednesdays

Has read many books

Loves being in the sun it’s just a reason for him to take of his shirt

Him and cherry always “accidentally” end up going places together such as the beach, same restaurant, their old hangout spot, same vacation spot at the same time, you get the gist

Is just a friendly person

Will drunkly confess to cherry https://open.spotify.com/playlist/30ZPAXUrVPKGBKMzs0cNb4?si=RJzmGT7UTAe1At5dL1oxTQ

(Credit goes to @bluecherrycola for that headcanon and playlist. I’ll make a fanfic out of it once I can)

Not a huge fan of physical contact but will subconsciously put his arm on your shoulder or guide you around with his hand on your back

Had a pirate phase and still has a ship in a bottle on his bookshelf

Still friends with some of his high school buddies

And that’s all for now. Remember these are mostly my opinion/headcanon

#Spotify #sk8 the infinity renga #sk8 the infinity episode 7 #sk8 joe #sk8 kojiro nanjo #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 miya #sk8 the infinity episode 6 #sk8 reki #sk8 langa #sk8 the infinity #sk8 headcanons #sk8 the infinity headcanons #kojiro nanjo

[hanemiso]

nice to see you again today

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

🍰- strawberry or vanilla?

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

🎶- favorite song right now?

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

⛅- what is your morning routine?

also this is unrelated but im doing smth so can u pls pick a number from 1-48? thank you! ^^

hello hello!! :)

✨: i relate the most to,,,hmm that’s a hard question,,,probably atsushi or reki honestly :) we don’t gotta analyze that too much-

🍰: honestly depends on the food, like if it’s a shake then strawberry, but if it’s cake then vanilla

🌧: i describe it to every moot i’ve ever sent the song “simple season” by hippo campus or “weather” by ginger root to lol but, i love sitting inside a warm house and watching the rain fall from the grey clouds outside with a nice cup of hot chocolate or coffee :) it also rarely rains in california so if it does rain and i’m outside, dancing in the rain is nice hehe

🎶: ANOTHER SONG YAY :D i really love listening to “space cadet” by the technicolors, it’s very relaxing and pleasing to my ears hehe

💘: honestly… idk LMAO, probably indulging in my random rants about something i’m excited about, like if i know that you were actually listening to me go on and on about this certain thing, i will take your hand in marriage. the second one might be adding to my banter; i say outta pocket shit and worry if it makes people just simply think i’m weird and shrug me off, so if you add to my banter at like the same level as me i will love you forever. also anytime you send me a picture, song, text, etc. or buy something and you say it’s because “it reminded me of you,” i will melt into a puddle on the spot and now you have bun forever :3

🕊: oh boy LMAO, welllll i crack my knuckles, fingers, thumbs, wrists, knees, ankles, back, and neck whenever i get the chance. it mostly occurs when i’m anxious or uncomfortable, i’ll continue trying to crack them even if i just did like a minute ago. when i’m stressed i pull at my eyelashes (ITS WEIRD I KNOW I’M SORRY YOU ASKED). the last thing i do,,,i run my hand through my hair a lot when i’m nervous to “fix it.”

🦄: this is about to become insecurity central beware— i perceive myself as an annoying nobody. the weird kid in class who remains quiet, and only speaks when spoken to. i worry i’m too weird for people to deal with, but i’m happy you guys like me :) i’m a nobody though, like there’s nothing special about me for people to take notice of. i’m a background character in someone else’s story, but i’ll make the most out of it ig. anyway 😅 next question-

🌈: my mind immediately went in the gutter i’m so sorry— clean version!! i’m attracted to personality mainly in either gender, if they have a good sense of humor, are kind, and actually make me feel wanted then i become a starry eyed child. it’s great if we share similar interests too hehe. physically, i like piercings on either gender, they’re just appealing to my eyes. a contagious smile and laugh are attractive to me too. can’t forget the most important one: good music taste :D

⛅️: i don’t have one anymore 🧍i’m gonna be completely honest, because of online classes, my morning routine has just become waking up, checking my notifications until 5 minutes before class, then sitting in my computer chair and waiting til the last minute to join the class. that’s it 😬 i had a better one in high school-

for the number uhhhhh i pick 36!!! one of my fav numbers :D

emoji ask game!!

#[👾] ask game!! #these were fun to answer lol #kinda went off on a few of them #we can ignore the unicorn one-

[soupthatistohot]

Why do I write primarily mlm fanfic?

This was something I asked myself the other day. I am a girl, I think I'm queer (but I am attracted to men, whatever I am), so why do I fixate on mlm relationships? Why do I never feel compelled to write wlw or even just some good 'ol straight stuff? I brought this up to a few friends of mine who also watch anime. One of them said that it’s because lots of popular media only really focuses on developing their male characters well, and I think this to be a very suitable explanation (as well as the fact that I’m queer and thus gravitate towards queer stories).

Take Sk8 the Infinity for example. I could count the number of female characters in this anime on one hand, and one of them is a robot. The others are supporting roles who only serve to support the male main characters. I love Sk8 very much, and with the possibility of a 2nd season I’d love to see a prominent, well-developed female character (but if they make her Reki’s love interest I will literally stab someone). But as the anime stands right now, there are no female characters that aren't just basically plot devices.

Another show I love dearly, Yuri!!! on Ice, is much the same. While there can be more of an argument made here because 1) competitive figure skating is split up between men and women, and 2) I believe that the story Yuuri and Victor is absolutely meant to be a romance, so having the two men as the focus is somewhat necessary, there's an overwhelming lack of fleshed-out women in the story. All the female characters are supporting members that only exist for the benefit of male characters. Yuuko and Minako support Yuuri, Lilia exists so Yuri P. can improve, Mila is just... kind of there, and Sara's whole character is centered around her brother being overprotective of her.

Okay, so let's look at something a little less... fruity. Horimiya. I've only watched the anime, so if there's stuff I miss from not having read the manga (yet), please forgive me. I still think this is a valid perspective, though, because if there's female development that the creators decided was so unimportant that it could be cut, that still supports my point here. In my opinion, Miyamura is a lot more developed than Hori. He has his tragic backstory of being a loner, and having his secret piercings and tattoos and all that. A lot of the story ends up focusing on his side of things... despite the fact that Hori is the protagonist. The story follows her perspective for the most part, we learn things about Miyamura as she does, yet I feel like she's a bit dull. She has a uncommon home life and has to take care of her younger brother, that's her big bad secret? I get that it's kind of unexpected since she's the pretty, perfect, popular girl, but I still feel like it's a tad anticlimactic. It's hardly ever addressed beyond the first few episodes, too, and it just kind of exists as a fact within the story. Even beyond our main couple, it seems like the other female characters development and stories are all focused on the boy they're interested in (except for Sawada, but she's there for like a couple of episodes and then doesn't really show up all that much again... and her crush on Hori is handled really weird, I didn't exactly love it). Remi's entire character is pretty much centered around her boyfriend, and Sakura and Yuki are basically competing for Toru. Meanwhile, the guys have story beats themed around the girls they're interested in, but I feel like it's not as obsessive or dramatic as how the girls are depicted.

So, we're given these female characters, who are really watered-down and honestly kind of boring, and we're not super compelled to write about them. When we are given flat female characters, there's nothing to work with. It's more fun to use the characters who have had development and play around with the "what ifs" and our own personal headcannons. The characters who get this special treatment are primarily male. And while I commend a lot of shows for developing their male characters in such a way that doesn't exactly fit with society's idea of masculinity (ex: Reki's insecurities and depression, Yuuri's anxiety and femininity, Miyamura's isolation and depression), in the end these characters are still boys, men, males.

I also think mlm is so prominent because of both straight girls and queer people. For straight girls, it can often be fetishization (forgive my generalizing, I'm sure not all straight girls are like that, but an overwhelming amount definitely are). I think one of the best examples I can give for this is Phan. This is a bit different since it's not anime, but instead real people, but if anything that really drives home the point even more. The way Dan and Phil were (and probably still are) treated in the fandom internet space is disturbing, to say the least. Their audience, while much of it was queer, was also made up of an overwhelming amount of heterosexual girls who not only shipped them intensely, but also often sexualized them. And look, there's nothing inherently wrong with being a straight girl and writing smut, but it gets to a point where it can be kind of weird if its excessive. Like, if that's all the relationship is really about, and if the people you're writing about are real human beings, that's definitely overstepping. I will admit that I had a Wattpad and that I wrote Phanfic way back when, and this is something I'm not exactly proud of. Granted, I did not write anything explicit, it was still super weird, whether or not I was queer. And I'm not saying all the problematic aspects of the Phandom were because of straight girls, because what I contributed was arguably problematic, and I did not identify as straight at the time. At the same time, though, there were straight girls who wrote exclusively smut (or "lemons" as they might've been referred to at the time). There were those who analyzed every post, every bit of information they could find about these men on the internet. They obsessed over the fact that they occasionally shared clothes (which is fairly common for roomates of similar sizes to do), and gathered evidence to support the theory that they shared a bed. It was bad. It was invasive, and it got to the point where it wasn't about the people, it was about the fetishized fantasy these girls made up in their heads about these real, actual men.

Dan and Phil's online presence kind of disappeared for a few years... and I don't blame them.

Getting back on track, mlm is prominent for queer people because it's the LGBT representation they so desperately want to see actualized in media. If a show doesn't make their favorite queer ship canon (and they often don't), they'll do it themselves! That's what fanfic is for! I also know that queer people project onto these characters a lot, and that writing about them is almost like a form of therapy. They see these characters as queer, and they see themselves in these characters, so they write about these characters experiencing similar emotions to them. The thing is, the most compelling characters are male, so those are the characters they end up focusing on, even if the person in question is strictly sapphic. My best example is how I project onto Reki. Personally, I end up thinking of him as (and thus end up writing him as) having some internalized homophobia around being bisexual. That's literally what I am currently going through. I can't project this onto any of the female characters in Sk8, because I couldn't see them going through this experience because they're not developed enough to.

Despite all of this, I still enjoy all of the shows I mention a lot. I think it's just an interesting topic that I was thinking about. I'm not trying to bash anything that I used as an example, these were just my personal observations based off of what I know about these shows and their fandoms. I do, though, believe shipping real people isn't super cool, and I stand by that as someone who used to do it. I'm not going to stop you... I just think it's intrusive and inappropriate to pretend like you know enough about influencers to dictate who they should be involved with romantically. Their love life is, frankly, none of your damn business.

So, long story short, we should make anime (and popular media in general) less misogynistic.

(Also, please leave Dan and Phil alone, they deserve privacy)

#fandom #anime #mlm #queer #lgbt #lgbtqia #sk8 the infinity #yuri!!! on ice #yuri on ice #horimiya #kind of an essay #kind of a brain dump #I hope I got my point across #I spent a little bit too much time of this probably #yes I was a phannie a little while ago #don't judge me #I didn't want to tag this as phan for fear that they would attack me #I don't need the wrath of the phandom