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Hey ^^ I found your demon slayer blog and because it said you also had a Haikyuu blog I decided to check it out (big fan of both animes 🥰) I wanted to request a matchup it it's alright 🥺 I'm a Gay TransMale, very open with my sexuality and gender. I don't mind answering questions for people who don't know, I'm a bit shy in correcting people on my prouns and/or deadname but that's mostly because I'm anxious. I love drawing, writing, reading and watching shows or movies. Just a huge nerd 1/2

... Im a very cuddly and affectionate person, mostly in privat tho. I have trouble opening up or trusting people, at first, but once I do I'm extremely loyal. I can be very stubborn and when I want to do something I do anything do achieve this. I prefer to stay inside watching a movie or reading a book rather that going clubbing/partying. I can be really honest... Some people like it others don't. I don't forgive easily, second change for everyone but third and fourth not really. Thank you 2/2

I match you with... 

Tsukishima Kei! 

He wouldn’t pay much mind to your gender or sexuality- not that he doesn’t care about it, just that he won’t see you as any less than a human being who’s capable of loving <3

Also you both share a lot of qualities and interests, you know besides the saltiness

I feel like I’m being repetitive with this trop but the only and best way for him to end up with anyone is to be close friends with them first- and for quite a while, too

You would often study together, watch movies, read and listen to music

Eventually, though, he realized he started to develop feelings for you. He’s a pretty straightforward guy so he just asked you if you liked him back

He’ll never let you know this but he LOVES when you’re being cuddly and affectionate, if you’re just holding his hand he won’t say a word but holds your hand back

Same goes for hugging, if you’re alone and you just decide to hug him he’ll go “What’re you doing?” 

“hugging you, but I’ll stop.” 

“I didn’t ask to stop, but whatever you want to do.” 

This salty tsundere XD 

Yamaguchi thinks you’re such a cute and unique couple btw

This one time you and Tsukki were on a study date and you were both super beat and ended up falling asleep side by side, fingers interlocked

He had an ENTIRE PHOTOSHOOT of that adorable scene and Tsukki hated it but never deleted it when Yamaguchi sent the pictures

Being honest is something he’d rather have from someone than a person who’s more fake and doesn’t fully express themselves, so speaking your mind isn’t something that bothers him- in fact, he’s glad you’re really honest

Although, again, he won’t act like it, he’ll sometimes poke fun at it because he’s a bit of a tease as well

Same goes for your stubbornness, don’t think he’s gonna leave that alone too

As for being a loyal person, he has some trust issues himself so he’s personally grateful to have someone he can count on whenever he needs you

As you listen to music with him, he’ll try and return the favor by showing interest in your drawing and writing, like watching over your shoulder quietly when you draw or asking what you’re writing about

Both of you are very smart and set your priorities straight, things that are vital in an everlasting relationship like yours

Thanks for the ask! 

Matchups are now closed, but requests are open! 

I love American Horror Story and I looovvveee Cody Fern. His character Xavier is just cute and amazing and I love it 🏳️‍🌈❤

if you ever feel bad just know xavier plympton would have 100% come back to save your ass from camp redwood and mr jingles

They are soooo cute and I love it ❤️🖤

DATV has barely been out a week and people are already arguing over if it's better/worse than BG3 but I'm just out here saying 'yay two cakes' because now I have TWO graveyard dates to go on, TWO gentleman professors of magic to romance, TWO elven hunks who love animals to tenderly gaze into the eyes of. I can pet the owlbear cub AND I can pet Assan. I'm sandwiched between Taash and Karlach's abs as I speak.

Laddie, give me back those precious minutes of my life.

If you think Thorin is the only one causing Balin’s hair to grow whiter, think again. Bilbo’s just as bad. And yes, Bilbo so calls Thorin his prized tomato when he blushes. You can decide what fluff or filth Bilbo whispered to Thorin’s delicate ears.

My babies 😢😔❤️

FALL OF THE ESPADA

Omg i love it so much ❤❤❤ Thank you soooo much

You honestly made my day 😍😘❤

Hey~I just found your blog and I really like it. I was wondering if you could ship me with a Teen Wolf and maybe Harry Potter character. I'm a Transman (pre everything). I'm not so tall,have brown hair and eyes. I love reading, drawing and watching movies/shows (huge nerd). I also love to travel, take walks in the woods or near a lake. Im very loyal and honest,can be quiet at first. I'm sarcastic and have a dark sense of humor. I can be very stubborn but I like talking about nothing and all.

Here you go, sweets. Hope you like! 💙

Allison is so, so. SO. Smitten.

This girl meets you as the third man to Scott and Stiles’ trio, and she’s such a bright red that Stiles’ asks if she got sunburned or something.

Unlike Scott, your relationship with Allison wasn’t so overprotective; you trusted her, she trusted you, in an almost immediate, unspoken agreement. It was that level of respect that bound you inextricably.

Allison still dated Scott, but there was always that specialness between you two; a friendship at first, the kind of love that never dies.

It meant that when her life started imploding, when her mother died, she broke up with Scott, and she began to distance herself, you were the one person would could still get through to her, that she would still talk to. You were too stubborn to give up on her, and honestly that’s what kept her going some days when she didn’t know who or how to trust.

You were her strength and her soft spot; and Allison was afraid of losing any more people she loved. Afraid more of losing you without ever having you in the first place. Allison didn’t want you to never know how she felt, so finally she just marched up to you—intending at first to just KISS you rather than stumble through words, but got scared at the last second and stepped back.

“I uh, you got—you got a, um, bug. There. On your shirt. I got it.”

“A bug? I thought for a second you were going to kiss me, or something.”

Allison saw the glimmer in your eye; you were teasing her. And that nervous feeling in her stomach melted away as you both laughed; it was easy for you to close the gap between you two, to take her in your arms and run your fingers through her dark hair, to kiss her as if you two had all the time in the world.

Morning walks became a consistent thing; where you two could just BE yourselves with each other, not be a hunter or the victims of another supernatural attack. It was the one time that life felt consistent for her.

Allison would, without fail, always find something for you—a flower, a dandelion, a pretty leaf, a caterpillar, a pretty rock.

“I love the color of your eyes,” Allison breathed, smiling just enough for that dimple on her right cheek to make an appearance.

Her breath fogged between you in the chilly, autumn morning air. It was cold enough to give you a reason to lean into her warmth. She played with the hair at the nape of your neck, still staring at you as if you were the rising sun.

“When the sun hits them, it’s like they’re on fire.”

It felt like fire, where her fingertips grazed the edge of your jaw. The kind of fire you were happy to burn in.

You and Allison would just honestly have this amazing relationship of just mutual respect, honesty, and love and omg it’s just so cute

Sirius Black had a reputation. He was practically the black leather jacket incarnation of cool, right?

So the fact that you made him so nervous that he accidentally put his hand in the pudding dish as he was leaning on the table while talking to you was something he never exactly lived down.

He babbled, blushed, and became a clumsy fool. You were smart, you were handsome, you were adventurous and FUN. And Sirius brought out a level of playfulness in you, making you feel safe. He always made you a priority: something that became clear when he’d always CONVENIENTLY run into you on your evening walks along the Dark Forest, claiming he was always lost even when you could clearly see Hogwarts just over his shoulder, because he just wanted an excuse to walk with you in silence, or talking, and almost always laughter.

You two would talk about any and everything: books, homework, the latest prank the marauders were planning (Sirius liked to bounce most of his ideas off of you, first). It was on one of these walks that Sirius’ hand just kept glancing off yours, every time sending a pleasant shock up your arm, until your fingers suddenly were tangled and oh no suddenly you’re holding hands

This man came from an abusive, oppressive home that made him feel like there was something wrong with him, like he was broken. And he’d be damned if he ever let his boyfriend (hello, that’s you) feel that way.

Black would be so, so protective of you. Someone uses the wrong pronouns on purpose? Suddenly they’re hexed so that they smell nothing but pickles, dirty socks, and rotting celery for a month. And it wouldn’t be just Black who had your back. ALL the marauders would be fiercely protective—thinking of you as the fifth man to their posse.

Sirius wasn’t really a teacher, he got impatient really quickly. But teaching you the patronus charm gave him an excuse to touch you, guiding your hand when it wasn’t really necessary with his other hand sliding around your waist.

“Something happy,” he reminded you. “Try to remember something happy.”

You didn’t have to remember anything. You WERE happy, incandescently. Sirius’ smile was blinding as your patronus as it bloomed from the end of your wand, and he cast his own quickly enough that the creatures interacted, and began to play with each other; a testament to your playful, easygoing, happy relationship with each other.

Hermione stumbled on you reading, which alone would have been enough to pique her interest. But she stumbled on you reading not somewhere predictable—she found you reading at the base of the Whomping Willow. You looked up at her stunned face, and smiled shyly.

“How…how is it…why aren’t you…whomped?”

The Whomping Willow had grown used to seeing you take your walks since you were a first year; eventually even anticipating you. Like a cat. You had a calming presence, and eventually it came to even LIKE you around your third year. So you just smiled, and closed your book as you stood up.

“I’m Y/N.”

Hermione shook your hand, taking in the page-turning calluses, the ink spattered on your fingernails from a productive morning of drawing, and the important detail of just how mesmerizing your face was.

“I’m Gramione Hanger. I mean hErmIONe GrANger!”

It was a steep path to budding romance.

Hermione, like the Whomping Willow, began to relax around you. The stress of her classes just suddenly seem so important when she was listening to you ramble on about some intricate plot theory of a movie/show/book. And Hermione pushed you, too: she knew how smart you were, and how determined. She brought out the best in you, and never doubted for a second that you could succeed in anything you put your mind to (unless it was dethroning her and getting the highest grade in Transfiguration, then it was a competition—but I get the feeling that would just turn her on).

And when it came to defeating Voldemort, there was no one as fearless as you. Hermione loved that about you, and it wasn’t the fear of losing you that had her reaching silently for your hand one evening without explanation, but the realization that you were the absolute best and bravest person she knew, and she wanted to be with you.

Hermione wasn’t really all that interested in travel before she met you: but when she saw the way you explored knew places, the way you found adventures in everything, she began to fall in love with it almost as much as she loved you. She’d read EVERYTHING about a place before you’d go, or while on a trip, and sometimes it was annoying because ‘yes, Hermione, I understand that the Eiffel Tower was constructed in 1887 and is over a thousand feet tall, I don’t care.’ And then sometimes when she’d research about a place and find secret passageways, or paths to hidden waterfalls, it was pretty useful to have a nerdy girlfriend.

She’d laugh as you charm a bouquet of cherry blossoms from the tip of your wand and hand them to her with a flourish. She’d dab a lingering kiss on your cheek, eyes bright. And you both felt you were exactly in the place you were meant to be: with each other.

Omg...I fucking love this man I swear

I mean just look at him 😍❤😍❤

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