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blkgirl-writing · 1 year ago

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Helloo! so I know you can romance the companions with any appearance, but I have a hard time imagining them actually choosing to being with a plus size person like myself.

Very indulgent, but do you have any thoughts about them being with a chubby partner? Perhaps a bit of fluff and spice?

Love what you do. writing for the ppl that fanfics often leave forgotten. You're awesome & I hope you have a great day today <3

I’m so happy you asked this, because actually, most of the companions I see loving thicker people and a few fairly exclusively liking bigger women (it’s Wyll) but here’s my headcanons for the baldurs gate 3 companions being interested in a chubby/fat tav!

Aatarion

Astarion is actually the only character I see maybe not loving chubby bodies all that much, but that's really for acended Astarion, since he becomes such a despicable and unapethetic person

But Astarion once he breaks free of cazador?

learns to be accepting and....kind?

He was always drawn to a very conventional type of beauty as he had to be fit into that mold for so so many years, so he kinda felt like he needed people to fit in that mold for him as well

He would start to find beauty in the smaller things in life that he was never able to before

Including bigger chubbier bodies

the comforts of plushness and something extra very much opposes his more thin and sharp body

like he actually likes hugging, he would ASK for a hug

to him hugging you is the embodiment of his freedom and enjoying non sexual things simply, without any motivation

Gale

I think Gale would find comfort in your body

Using as much of you as a pillow, cuddling and being able to be the big and little spoon

Any skimpy outfit would drive him wild, he'd get all flustered and kinda just be more near you?

Since he loves thighs the bigger the better, he won’t complain. He lowkey wants to be crushed by your thighs

Gale would find so much joy in so much ass and thighs in his face, his personal horny heaven

(TW E.D) If you have trouble eating he would cook for you and sit away from camp if it made you more comfortable. He'd take so much joy in making something you wanted to eat (END OF TW)

Gale stars at you a lot

And when you ask why he's staring, he always has a different reason

Somehow he always knows when to compliment you when you're feeling down

he will always find the best way to make you feel better and it's unique and special

"I love how your shoulders look when you're reading" or like "I just can't take my eyes off you when you smile, it lights up your whole face. All I want to do is make you smile til the end of our days" etc etc

Shadowheart

Lovely person but I do think she’d learn to love bigger bodies, I like to think Karlach was her sexual awakening to big women

But honestly I think it would only take some good titties for her to be convinced

I think she would love being smaller than you, and would absolutely wear your shirt/blouse around camp as a baggy dress

Especially to kind of brag about sleeping with you and you being hers and hers alone

She would basically exclusively want to sleep with her head resting on your thighs

many many nights were spent like that looking at the stars

honestly you'll need to ask her for compliments but she never fails to make you smile with them

"What? You want me to tell you how perfect you are? Or how beautifully your body looks in that tight dress? How much I want to take you to bed right now? I thought you already knew those things, but if you ask I'll say them a million times, til you believe it, and a few more times for good measure."

Wyll

Wyll is so sweet and so nice, he always compliments you and always hugs you in the best ways

he notices your insecurities and makes sure to compliment them and tell you how much he loves and appreciates those parts of you

He also just finds you the sexiest thing alive

he loves his partners bigger

I mean I've already said he's an ass man and he fully wants to be engulfed in that ass if possible and that just don't happen with skinner people

Wyll loves his comforts and his comforts is just ass on face tbh

he'd get real wild and very flirty drunk too

"Give me all of that ass" and "sit on my face and ride it like you mean it til the dawn breaks"

is also in love with your stomach and kisses it whenever your closing rides up or is exposed from the clothing itself being revealing or just short

when he's next to you he will always have his hand around your waist

Karlach

no matter what size you are Karlach can pick you up and swing you around like she's picking up a pillow so

she treats you absolutely no differently than a skinnier person, maybe she picks you up and swings you around more actually

she'd treat you kinda as a princess it's adorable

In my head, Karlach is obviously super muscley but also kinda chubby so like there'd be no reason to see you as anything but perfect and so beautiful

She is always snackin' on stuff, so she'd ask if you wanted any of the nibbles she found on the way

Karlach would wanna just sleep face down on your stomach so like you can decide if she actually does every single night or short rest or nah

and she'd randomly kiss your tummy while she laid on it just cause she wants to and she finally can kiss you and lay on you, and all the fun things she wanted to do for what felt like forever

Lae'zel

she sees someone as the bigger, the more strength

so immediately she'd be like ah yes, a worth lover able to take all intensities i give

She's definitely go harder on you in combat (during a certain romance scene) because of your size, and definitely give more during sex

Especially if you have bigger arms? she's a suckers for big arms

Lae'zel would cuddle like it was fucking wrestling

like you'd wake up with bruises and if you asked she'd be like, you can take all I give, therefore I will give you even more than I have

everything she does is intense of course but she will never baby you like she may someone smaller

she sees you so much as an equal and a strong fighter it's actually very cute and everyone is kind of shocked how much she likes you

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juceynightmare · 2 years ago

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dating 101 (18+) part 11 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, roman reigns x reader

warning(s): swearing, use of pet names, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, cody has a big dick, two idiots being so painfully obvious they have a thing for each other but they don’t know it themselves

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, light smut

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cody watched as y/n held up a variety of different dresses up to her figure as she stared at herself in the mirror. roman wouldn’t be there for another 3 hours, but y/n’s nerves had woken her up and y/n had woken cody up. “i don’t get why you’re so nervous about what you’re going to wear. you’ll look stunning no matter what outfit you end up picking.” cody commented from where he was laying in y/n’s bed, her blanket pulled until it was just under his chin as he tried to blink away his sleepiness. he still couldn’t believe he was up so early on a sunday morning just to help y/n pick out an outfit 3 whole hours before her date was supposed to arrive.

y/n sighed, hanging back up the two dresses she was currently comparing and grabbing two more. “i’m going on a date with roman! i want to dress to impress but not like make it seem like i’m trying too hard, you know?” she said, looking at herself in the mirror and holding up the dresses to her body. “besides, it’s my first time ever going on a date. i think i’m allowed to be nervous.” she said, turning to look at cody.

cody looked over the dress she was holding up to her body, thinking for a moment before speaking, “too tight fitting. that’s more of a party kind of dress. i think you should go for a more innocent kind of vibe. got anything more flowy?” he asked, watching her nod her head and hang up the dresses. “to be fair, you’re literally going out to eat with the guy. you’ve eaten with ted and i on one-on-one situations multiple times.” cody pointed out, fighting back a yawn that was creeping up into his throat. he pulled the blanket off of him until half of his upper body was exposed to the cool air of the room, and causing goosebumps to appear on his skin.

“ok, that’s different though. when i go out to eat with you, i’m not trying to impress you. the end goal here with roman is to secure a second date in the near future.” y/n said as she pulled out a white short dress that hugged her waist and bust, but the bottom portion was flowy and loose.

“just don’t talk with your mouth full like how you do with us and you’ll be fine.” cody teased, watching as a blush rose to y/n’s cheeks. he looked over the dress she held up to her body, humming in approval. “put it on.” he told her, already tugging at the blanket and pulling it over his head to allow her privacy.

y/n walked over to where cody was laying, grabbing one of her larger plushies at the foot of her bed and laying it on top of the blanket where cody’s head was. “no peeking.” she warned him, before walking back over to her closet area.

“don’t worry, sweetheart. i’ll only look if you’ll let me.” cody said, his voice muffled under the layers.

y/n turned so her back was to cody, looking over her shoulder once more to make sure he wasn’t peeking, before turning her head back around. she began to get undressed, a blush furiously making itself known on her cheeks as she hurriedly pulled off her clothes. y/n stood in just her underwear, shivering from the cold air as she opened a drawer to pull out her pasties. “can you give me more useful tips for this date? all you’ve told me is to be myself but that’s not going to convince roman to go on a second date with me.” she asked as she stuck the pasties over her nipples. y/n began to pull the dress over herself, as cody laughed.

“the whole part of a date is to get to know the other person and to show them more of you as a person. there’s no point trying to fake who you are.” cody mused, closing his eyes. he needed to get himself one of these blankets, the sherpa inner lining feeling so soft on cody’s skin and keeping him warm. “but i guess you do want to come off as girlfriend material and not just friend material. in that case, don’t forget to be flirty to show that you’re interested in something more. let your touch linger on his arm, say some flirty and suggestive words, and let yourself have fun.”

“with roman?” y/n questioned as she finished pulling the dress on. she looked at herself in the mirror first, adjusting the dress. “cody i cannot touch him, not even like brush my shoulder on his arm. i literally made out with the dude the last time i saw him. if i touch him now, i think i’d actually be set ablaze.”

“well, yesterday you came from me grinding my dick on your pussy and here i am in your bed the very next morning. i don’t think you’ll have much trouble with having to even hold his hand, sweetheart.” cody teased with a laugh. in the next second, he felt her hit him over the blanket with what he assumes to be a plushie.

“ok, you can look.” y/n said, already raising up the plushie over her head so she could hit him as soon as she saw his head. cody peeked out of the blanket, only to be hit square-on with a plushie. his eyes squeezed shut from the sudden contact, and he pulled off the blanket in a hurry. cody reached out, opening his eyes and wrapping his arms around y/n’s waist. she laughed as he pulled her down on the bed with him, flipping them over so that y/n was laying on the bed and cody was straddling her hips.

“oh you think you’re so funny?” cody mused as y/n laughed and nodded her head in reply. cody yanked the plushie out of y/n’s hands and hit her gently on her face, as y/n wiggled under him. “good dress, by the way. looks great on you. but you’d look better with this plushie hitting your face.” he commented, continuing to assault y/n with the plushie.

eventually, cody got off of y/n and got off of the bed, grabbing the girl’s hands and pulling her up with him. he supported her by wrapping his arm around her waist as she stood up in front of him. her giggle fit had died down, and a permanent smile was drawn on her lips.

“there you go. less nervous now, sweetheart?” he asked, keeping his arm around y/n’s waist. cody looked down at y/n’s unable to hide the smile that had soon found its way up on his own lips.

“yeah, thanks cody.” she whispered, meeting his gaze.

“i mean it, the dress looks good on you, but anything you wear looks good on you.” cody shrugged, letting his gaze fall lower as he looked over her outfit. “gives off the right amount of ‘i have no ulterior motives, i want to get to know you as a person and a potential boyfriend’ as well as a hint of ‘this dress is short enough if you want to bend me over’” he teased, his gaze returning to meet y/n’s.

she blushed at cody’s words, shaking her head slightly. “that’s exactly what i’m going for.” she said. she felt cody’s grasp on her waist tighten, and y/n could feel herself grow nervous with each second that passed with her gaze locked with cody’s.

the two stayed like that for a while, just staring at each other and lost in thought. y/n had caught the way cody’s eyes had flickered from hers down to her lips, and y/n would be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t doing the same.

“i think i forgot how to kiss.” y/n found herself whispering. “what if roman kisses me today and i mess up?”

“need another lesson?” cody asked, bringing his free hand up to cup y/n’s face. “it’d be horrible if you came back looking all sad because you forgot how to kiss. i can’t let that happen.” he whispered, meeting y/n’s gaze once more as if asking for permission.

“yeah, you are the one teaching me after all. you’d be a bad teacher if that happened.” y/n mumbled. in the next second, cody’s lips were on hers and her breath was knocked out of her lungs.

no one would be able to kiss her in the same way cody kisses her. the feeling of his lips on hers so gentle that it left y/n wanting more with every press. y/n mimicked the movement of cody’s lips on hers, gasping when cody’s hand had moved from her cheek to the back of her head to pull her in for a deeper kiss.

cody’s tongue had easily gained dominance over hers, and he began to walk them backwards until y/n’s back and hit her mattress. “just like that.” cody whispered once he pulled away, opening his eyes to catch the way that y/n laid breathless underneath him. he adjusted them so that y/n was laying comfortably on her bed and cody was hovering over her, placing himself between her legs and holding himself up with his arms.

“what time is it?” y/n found herself asking as she stared up at cody. when cody reached for his phone on the bed to check the time, y/n adjusted herself so that her legs were wrapped around cody’s waist. she brought her hand up, staring at cody’s bare chest and tracing over his “dream” tattoo with her finger.

“6:24.” cody answered, setting his phone back down on the mattress. he averted his attention back down to y/n, one of his hands traveling downwards to rest on her leg. cody pushed y/n’s dress up, as he kept his attention on her reactions, and feeling satisfied with the way y/n’s face had turned a deep red.

“i never got to help you finish yesterday…” y/n said, her voice trailing off as cody began to rub his hand up and down along her leg. she brought her arms up, wrapping them around cody’s neck.

“left me with blue balls, sweetheart.” cody hummed, leaning down to capture y/n’s lips in a kiss. he pressed his hips flush against hers, feeling her gasp against his mouth and sliding his tongue against hers.

y/n moaned into the kiss as cody rolled his hips against hers. after a moment, she pulled away and stared cody in the eyes, as she challenged, “doesn’t seem like you mind, though. you haven’t done anything about it, daddy.”

cody scowled, his hand pushing y/n’s dress up and earning him a gasp when the cold air hit y/n’s exposed skin. he ran his hand over the material of her underwear, hooking his finger on to the top and beginning to pull it off of her. “tell me you don’t want this, and i’ll stop right now.” he whispered, leaning down to press his forehead against hers and meeting her gaze.

y/n tilted her head up, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her lips against cody’s, moaning as he slid his tongue into her mouth out of pure instinct. she bucked her hips up against his before unwrapping her legs from around his waist. she pulled away from the kiss and brought her arms down from cody’s neck. she rested her hands on his chest, dragging one of her hands down to press against his abs gently as she felt his body. “but if i told you that, i’d be lying, daddy.” she whispered. the way cody’s gaze had darkened at her words sent shivers down her spine and y/n could swear this would be the most aroused she would be in her life.

a rip could be heard in the room, causing y/n to gasp in shock. “cody!” she yelled, realizing that cody had quite literally tore her underwear off of her.

“shut the fuck up.” cody practically growled, begging to tug at y/n’s dress. he watched the way y/n’s gaze had widened in shock, although the small moan she made let him know that y/n had enjoyed hearing him. “i’ll buy you new ones. now take off this dress before i rip it off of you too.” he ordered, leaning in to peck her lips softly before leaning up to sit back on his legs.

y/n couldn’t describe the whiplash or the wave of emotions she was currently feeling in that moment. cody had sounded so primal and menacing with the way he was ordering her, but the way he had just kissed her had been so delicate that y/n could have sworn a ghost had kissed her. however, with the way cody was staring at her now, y/n knew better than to keep him waiting any longer. she sat up, pulling the dress off her her with his assistance and throwing it off. she also quickly peeled off her pasties, suddenly feeling body conscious as cody took her dress and pasties and let them fall to the floor.

the entire time, cody’s gaze had been fixed on her. y/n could only describe the look on his face to be hungry. she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself up, but was quickly stopped by cody grabbing her wrists. he pulled her arms away from her chest as he guided her to lay back down on the mattress. he kept his grip on y/n’s wrists and pinned them above her head, leaning down to kiss her gently.

“don’t hide yourself from me, sweetheart.” cody whispered against her lips, letting go of one of her hands and reaching down to cup her breast in his palm. he kneaded her breast, eating up her moans hungrily. he pulled away from her lips, hearing her gasp and moan under him as he trailed kisses down her neck to her chest. “you’re so fucking beautiful, y/n.” he breathed out, before taking in her other nipple in his mouth. cody sucked, licked, and nibbled on her nipple while he played with the other with his hands. he was fueled by the way y/n was moaning and writhing under him.

“daddy.” she gasped out, bucking her hips up against him. “no fair, you still have your shorts on.” she mumbled, arching her back and moaning when cody pinched her nipple.

“someone’s getting impatient.” cody mused once he pulled away, leaning back up to press a sweet, quick kiss to y/n’s lips. “but i guess it is unfair, i’ll play nice just for today.” he whispered, pushing himself up.

y/n whined at the loss of warmth, but propped herself up on her elbows to watch cody begin to pull down his shorts and boxers. her eyes widened as she watched cody’s cock slap up against his lower stomach, a blush rising to her cheeks. she was correct about cody being thick, but she hadn’t expected the man to have length on his side as well. god truly had favorites, and cody is one of them.

“cody.” she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

cody let his shorts and boxers fall to the floor, before adjusting his position on the bed. he wrapped his hand around his length, feeling it pulse in his hand as he stroked himself slowly. a corner of his lips turned upwards into a smirk as he observed y/n’s reaction. he brought up his other hand, cupping her chin and tilting her head upwards to meet his gaze. “yes sweetheart?” he responded, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip gently.

“there’s no fucking way that monster is fitting in me.” she breathed out, to which cody could only laugh at.

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll admit, i’ve never been with a virgin before but i’ll do my best to take care of you.” he whispered, leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss as he pushed her back down on the bed. cody stopped stroking himself and pressed his hand against her core, running his fingers along her opening and using his thumb to rub circles against her clit. “i wasn’t joking about splitting you open, y/n. but i’ll be nice and get you all stretched out for me.” cody mumbled as he pulled away from the kiss and watching the way her face twisted in pleasure as he finally pushed a finger into her core.

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eternalwritess · 8 months ago

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Hi! I’d love to request a matchup for Helluva Boss! <3

I’m Italian, my pronouns are she/her and I’m asexual biromantic (so any gender is fine). I’m an ESFJ and a Gemini. I have green eyes and dyed cherry red hair. I dress with vintage/fairy grunge clothes. Long skirts and corsets are my fav type of outfit. I wear lots of rings and crystal/pearl necklaces and love to exchange them with others.

I also have tattoos, currently I have three but I’m planning to get more. I love to wear makeup and come up with something creative and different everyday. Also if someone lets me do their makeup they’ll have my heart forever. I’m the mom friend of the group, always there for everyone and my friends say that I’m really good at comforting people. I’m also calm and responsible, I usually am the one that takes care of other people. I’m very optimistic, I always try to see the good in everything and I often put other’s needs before my own. I love making others laugh to lighten the situation. I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or for someone else but sometimes it’s hard for me to say no to things. I also dislike when someone is too serious and really can’t take a joke as I tend to use humor as my coping mechanism. I’m also very ambitious, I always try to achieve my goals.

My love languages are, receiving, physical touch and words of affirmation and giving, quality time and words of affirmation.

I absolutely love listening to music, it helps me relax and I really like reading (I love reading out loud to others, when I read dialogues I act them out a little to help picture the scene). I especially love fantasy and I recently got into greek mythology. I also love watching horror movies even though it’s impossible to scare me. I also play Dungeons and Dragons with my friends anytime I can. also, I absolutely love musicals and I’m definitely a theatre kid.

have a good day ��🏻

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓕𝓲𝔃𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲!

First off I just get the feeling that he would absolutely vibe/love your aesthetic. Its probably what got him talking to you in the first place

He would adore your tattoos and would constantly ask you questions about them (even if you only have three)

He would also trace his hand across them and smile at you as he did so (I don't know where you have them but he would definitely somehow make it spicy-)

"This one looks especially pretty on you~"

Yeah he uses your tattoos to flirt with you

Since you're there for everyone I'd imagine he was probably having some sort of panic attack one day and you comforted him through it

Speaking of which I feel like you'd comfort him a ton with physical touch, things like hugs, kisses, and cuddles. It helps calm him down :)

He lets you do his makeup. Sometimes he'll just straight up march up to you and demand that you do it.

"Can you do my makeup for me today?"

He loves your optimism and it gets him through the day all of the time, especially with Mamon being his boss

Even though you like putting others before yourself he would try to treat you and calm you down convincing you that you don't need to worry about him or whatever it is thats going on

If he sees you stressing out over something he'll give you something or try to bake something for you (try being the key word- ... hope you like burnt cereal)

"So uh... I tried making you something"

Yeah no you don't have to eat it- he wouldn't be offended. He'd probably encourage you not to eat it actually

Hey! Humor is his coping mechanism too :D

You guys both seem somewhat ambitious so I think you'd be great together in that sense

I feel like he's a big music fan, he'd blast your playlist as loud as he can throughout the house. No questions asked.

*FIZZ SINGING NOISES*

You'd show him horror movies and he'd freak out

He'd also use it as an excuse to just cuddle up with you and snuggle

Also kisses. Tons and tons of kisses.

#match up #matchups #matchup #hellaverse #helluva boss

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transformers-mosaic · 5 months ago

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Transformers: Mosaic - Fragments David Ellis

wada sez: Gather 'round, gather 'round, I have two more lost scripts to show ye. These were shared by David Ellis, who wrote just a single Mosaic to be released: "War Story". Not for lack of trying, though! It's shocking to me that nobody picked up either of these scripts, as they're both remarkably good.

"Hobby Time" (Bumblebee) [2010-09-21]

Panel One Iconic image of Bumblebee's robot mode as seen in the "--ation" trilogy. He's projecting a holomatter image of his holo-driver, the nameless hippy-chick female (and be sure to have her image flicker a bit so make it clear she's a hologram and not an actual human). The look on her face is inert; his is full of concentration.

(Also, leave room for the story's title and credits.)

CAPTION (Bumblebee's narrative): Holograms. CAPTION: For Autobots and Decepticons alike, it's functional.

Panel Two Cut to a view of Bumblebee's vehicle mode driving down the highway with the same holo-female at the wheel. Maybe show another car passing by, to get a sense of the Autobots being seen by others on a regular basis. In fact, would it work for the POV of this panel to be from inside some motorist's car?

CAPTION: It allows us to hide in plain sight on various worlds, without the natives wondering why we "vehicles" are moving around without drivers. CAPTION: Find a native, scan it, make a holo, and take care of business.

Panel Three Ideally, this panel should cover the width of the page. It's several versions of the same holo-female, each with a different outfit and hairstyle. The first could be her hippy-chick outfit as seen in the comics; another could be a Goth look; another could be a businesswoman, and so on. Heck, one could be wildly improbable like an heiress with a classy ballroom gown, or something from a Victoria's Secret store window (if that's not too risque), to show that while Bumblebee is aware of the idea of different looks on the same human, he's still experimenting and doesn't yet grasp the subtleties of fashion.

CAPTION: For me, it's something different. CAPTION: A fascination, for lack of a better word. CAPTION: The others don't notice, but I see so many different humans wearing so many different things. CAPTION: There's a point behind it; I know there is, and I want my holo-driver to blend in.

Panel Four We see Ironhide and Jazz watching Bumblebee as he crouches in a corner of their base, projecting his holo and looking for all the world like a boy caught playing with a doll. They look amused; he looks annoyed that they're teasing him.

CAPTION: The others are on my case about it. CAPTION: Prowl tells me not to waste energy on holomatter unless I'm on a mission. Jazz and Ironhide think it's funny. CAPTION: But they don't get it.

Panel Five Tight closeup of Bumblebee modifying the holo-girl's hairstyle. His face has the concentration of an artist's, as if this practice is fulfilling some inner creative need.

CAPTION: This war with the Decepticons leaves so much destruction and chaos, that it's a nice change of pace just to... CAPTION: ...create. CAPTION: And I find myself wondering...

Panel Six Cut to a police mugshot -- front view and side view, holding a nameplate in each one -- of a woman looking very much like Bumblebee's holo-girl, but she doesn't look much like the happy, idealized image Bumblebee carries around. She has a very weathered expression on her face, as she's not happy with the whole arrest-and-booking procedure; she looks like she's been through some hard living. The name and serial number can be whatever you want to put on there, just make it look like a convincing mugshot.

CAPTION: ...whatever happened to that human I scanned once? CAPTION: What's her life like? Is she anything like the way I imagine her? CAPTION: Maybe I'll find out one day.

END

wada sez: I'll be perfectly honest, David Ellis is clearly a cut above the vast majority of Mosaic writers. There's a few things here which make me roll my eyes—the rubbish title, the way it zeroes in on this one woman from Infiltration, and the twist of "aha, she was a criminal all along!"—but it's technically competent stuff that feels like it's engaging with actual human emotions through a uniquely Transformers lens. It's the idea of an image of a person as a proxy for the person themself; of idealising someone until the image becomes entirely divorced from the truth of that person. This is made more complex by the fact that this is also a form of self-actualization for Bumblebee; the woman he's fixating on forms the basis of an identity he is constructing for himself on Earth. The sentence "boy caught playing with a doll" evokes gender non-conformity to me—but on a much more direct level, I imagine many online Transformers fans would relate to this in the sense that we're all too old to be playing with toys, from a typical perspective. It's a story that invites interpretation and should resonate with people for different reasons, meaningfully building upon a minor beat from the official comics. For me, it's the final panel that really lets the script down—I think the dramatic irony of knowing the truth about the woman takes us out of Bumblebee's perspective without adding much to the story. Surely the tragedy here is that Bumblebee's life is so completely removed from human experience that he will likely never see this person again, and certainly never understand her! This next script is also thoughtful in its own way...

"Last of the Line" (Optimus Prime) [2010-09-21]

NOTE TO ARTIST AND COLORIST: This story takes place in the "Transformers: War for Cybertron" video game continuity. As such, all character designs and backgrounds should be noticeably in keeping with that game's aesthetic, with the exception of the last panel, which is '80s-era Generation One.

Also, except for the last panel, all characters should be in colors other than those we've come to associate with the canon characters. We're dealing with player-controlled character models from Team Deathmatch, explained here as other 'bots who walked off the same assembly lines as the characters we know.

Panel One Splashy panel of War for Cybertron's multiplayer Autobots charging into battle on the "Molten" map. We see a dark blue SPEEDSTER SCOUT (Sideswipe's body), a red INTERCEPTOR JET SCIENTIST (Silverbolt's body), a green DEFENDER SOLDIER (Warpath's body), and – most notably – a gold HEAVY RIG LEADER (Optimus' body).

The Leader is bolstering his teammates with a War Cry ability, so it'd be cool to see the glowing effect around the Autobots (likely via computer coloring).

(Also, leave room for the story's title and credits.)

CAPTION (Optimus Prime's narrative): This war has consumed our entire race. CAPTION: Not just as a collective…

Panel Two Reverse-angle shot of four Decepticons, toward whom the Autobots are charging. Bringing up the read is a CRUSHER SOLDIER (Brawl's body); leaping skyward is a STALKER SCIENTIST (Slipstream's body). Charging out in front are two ENFORCER SCOUTS (Barricade's body), distinguishable only by their differing color schemes. Most of the focus should be on the Enforcer Scouts.

CAPTION: …but as individuals as well. CAPTION: We are born on assembly lines, batches of us, numbering in the hundreds.

Panel Three One Enforcer Scout (#1) transforms into his car mode, while the other (#2), continues firing his EMP shotgun.

CAPTION: Hundreds of the same model… CAPTION: …but each one is distinct. ENFORCER SCOUT #2: Flank 'em if you want, but I like the direct approach!

Panel Four The Heavy Rig Leader cleaves #2 in the face with his Energon Axe, causing #2 to drop his shotgun. #1 can be seen in car mode behind Heavy Rig, peppering him with machine-gun fire.

ENFORCER SCOUT #2: Agk! ENFORCER SCOUT #1: Serves you right! CAPTION: Each one has become a fighter in this war…

Panel Five Splashy panel of the CRUSHER SOLDIER in the Autobots' midst, clubbing Heavy Rig and Speedster Scout with his Energon Hammer while using his Whirlwind ability.

CAPTION: …but some are better soldiers than others.

Panel Six Heavy Rig lies on the craggy magma ground, his armor shredded by Crusher's hammer. It's the instant before the Autobot explodes. Maybe include Crusher's foot in the panel as he walks over Heavy Rig's body.

CAPTION: Very few of us from ANY model line have survived to the present day.

Panel Seven Cut to OPTIMUS PRIME (the real one, not just a Heavy Rig), G1-style, set against an Earth backdrop, perhaps a forest of trees in the Pacific Northwest – as far away from Cybertron's Molten map as one could get.

His posture is contemplative, as if it bothers him how few of his kind have survived.

CAPTION: Hundreds of thousands of lives lost. CAPTION: Individual sparks extinguished. CAPTION: Leaving precious few to carry on the model line, and the Cybertronian race itself. CAPTION: I fear this war will lead to our extinction.

END

David sez: This one is based on the "Transformers: Warfor Cybertron" video game. It occurred to me that in a way all those multiplayer matches with player-created Transformers could actually be in continuity, since they're products of assembly lines. The multiplayer matches represent early skirmishes in the Autobot/Decepticon war, and that's why we haven't seen the countless iterations of the model lines that must have existed. They were blown to smithereenies.

#Transformers #Transformers Mosaic #Maccadam #script #David Ellis #wada recs #Bumblebee #Optimus Prime

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orwellian's a great word for it actually. "appropriate raiments will be provided" is the most disturbing thing in the whole series and i stand by that. this interpretation of heaven has definitely coloured my reading of the show especially how i see the fall so it's cool to see someone who agrees!

hard agree that pure coercion would be a total cop out. it's just that he does seem nervous so i do think he's aware of a certain degree of potential danger. i initially thought the metatron must have let slip an implication somewhere but i much prefer your idea that he suspected something. and well. i've been saying basically since season 2 came out that accepting the offer doesn't equal having completely fallen for it. will come back to that in my thoughts on the whole mess that was that domestic.

the blanket permission to come scream at you is greatly appreciated and i'll definitely make use of it; i love this kind of media dissection and speculation. 🦭

(p.s. i did indeed end up making the chekov's list since my ocd never can leave well enough alone lol. brace yourself: incoming!)

hihi again, 🦭 anon!!!✨

yes!!! in the context of 1984, especially, that line really is ominous; obviously there is a fine line between a corporate uniform and dictated dress, especially as the only scene where we see all of the angels look the same (iirc) is the waiting platoon in s1. otherwise, all of the angels do have individual dress/style (but similar enough to show belonging), even in the job scene, even if certain elements of their designs indicate shared rank or moral alignment... but the implication of subjugation made by clothes being specifically chosen for the prospective mind-wiped gabriel is... interesting.

and of course - aziraphale's outfit is very different to that of the other angels, in it being actual human clothing, and showing unashamed signs of wear and comfort. i remarked in a post that in job especially, his jobes (job robes) are very similar in aesthetic to that of michael and gabriel compared to say muriel's. could be that it's the appropriate dress of a principality rank, but im not... wholly convinced.

anyway, let's get on with your list!!! a herculean effort, truly!!! hope you don't mind, but a) ive copied and pasted it under the cut, because b) id love to use it as a checklist for myself (and of course if anyone else does!) re: things ive talked about, or indeed things that i have Thoughts on... or even things that i haven't thought to talk about and will probably look into doing so in the future!!!✨✨

episode 1:

starting with the big one there's the pre-fall sequence. the fall itself. talked a lot about these two things/the whole theme in general, found under the #the fall/the great war spec tag

maggie's spelling under the #we need to talk about maggie theory tag - babygirl is an angel, im convinced of it

"what's the point of it all" i mean, kinda talked about this in connection with stuff under the #god is dead theory tag, and in a couple of different asks; mainly that god doesn't give two hoots about any of it, and just wanted to give everyone and everything free will - and they have to work out the consequences for themselves (whilst she throws in a few chaotic sprinkles to keep things interesting)

shax's insider information about heaven ive definitely not discussed shax at all really, and i definitely have a few things id like to work out... main one being, for me, how she went from wondering where aziraphale was in ep3, to suddenly knowing how to exactly triangulate his position in ep4 finally talked about her in the #shax meta tag!!!

the demons being on half rations didn't really think to look at this!!! that could be interesting, especially with the short-staffed comment... someone did put to me that bc the apocalypse failed, everyone on earth continues dying and adding to the population of the Damned, so the work vs demon ration is steadily getting outweighed... but hm, could be something more than that!

"something terrible" because are we sure we're sure that that was about the stuff we've already seen you know, i wondered this too after ep6!!! it was a very interesting choice of words for me, bc whilst yes gabriel's fate was looking pretty shit, the line was almost a bit... well, over-announced? they kept repeating it? like, gabriel said he had to bring the box to aziraphale/the bookshop otherwise something terrible would happen... but why specifically the shop? is it just because aziraphale is the only angel/sanctuary on earth? is it because he was drawn to an angel that's also fallen for a demon? is it because aziraphale is simply kind? i don't trust that it's any of these explanations at all (or maybe all of them and another besides)... and tbh i think god has something to do with it. another speculation for the to-do list!!!

the book of life this one ive remarked on a fair bit under the #book of life theory tag, but it's fairly disjointed from other bits and pieces - tbh i probably need to do a long post at some point as to where all my theories etc join up... bc for the moment all of them are full of loopholes

michael and uriel's power politics oooooh i literally don't have a single scooby on this... id have to think on this a little more

the very highlighted matchbox quote this one ive had sat in the drafts for ages bc i can't quite parse it out - where does leviathan come into it? is it a reference to crowley-as-aziraphale spitting fire during the execution? why would it be on a matchbox of a bloody pub? is it a clue from god? is god linked to jim/gabriel somehow? gahd this one is still giving me a headache kinda? wrote about this - here, no tag for this specifically - and im still not fully satisfied that is the meaning of the matchbox but i think (hope) it might be somewhere near the mark?

1650 i speculated (or, well, dreamt up a hc) as to what this potential flashback could entail in a LWA response somewhere - in any case, give me the boys in cromwellian england and give it to me Now

the 25 lazarii miracle my batshit theory (and yet it makes complete sense to me, i stand by it) is in my #25 lazarii theory tag

episode 2:

heaven and hell working together as a single good cop bad cop system this is similarly stagnating in my drafts at the moment!!! but it's a bit of a mindbender for me bc it means i need to pick apart what everything thinks the job/satan bet was actually about... basically, i think it all comes back to understanding god's will - and all of them (yes, even crowley) have it wrong because imo god is completely amoral and is just the strongest advocate for free will... weirdly, i think the person that had the most right of it was gabriel.

"forces them under an awning together" god i hope this happens in s3... i mean there's no way it won't, right? and so many juicy possibilities (for my money itll be the bandstand, but equally would love, like, the stoop of the bookshop, and then have it mirrored again under like the porch of the south downs cottage) 🥺

gabriel's eyes glowing statements this tbh harks back to what i posted under the #25 lazarii theory tag - definitely something weird going on, and i have a gut feeling the boys accidentally made it even worse lmao

tricking heaven with a sleight of hand this is also going to require a bit more thought!!!

episode 3:

aziraphale's chekhov's diaries see im not sure how important i truly think theyre going to be, but if we go by the prominent influence of the crow road, it definitely has to be a s3 plot device, right? the only thing im scared of is that aziraphale's memory gets wiped, or he goes missing, and the books are key to getting back his memory/finding him... hmmm

crowley's consciousness extending into the bentley i think the crank is certainly important, even if just symbolic of his power - uses it to create nebulae, it survived the s1 explosion, etc. i do think bentley has its own kind of personality, but think it's borne out of proximity, use, and influence of her demon owner... obviously i could be entirely wrong, but i kinda hope it's more that he made her, and her allegiance as a sentient being is with him (and of course aziraphale by extension), mainly bc i want something to look after crowley... but then is it more poetic that the bentley is basically just him, and representative of him finding comfort in himself? idk tbh but she's a bad bitch and i love her

general resurrection themes ive talked a fair bit about the second coming aspect, but not about the resurrection and last judgement so much, so this is one for the list

gabriel's glowing eyes statements part 2 as above (and i realise that you might be talking about what he specifically says, not the general thing itself, 🦭 anon, but in a way what is being said is fairly self-explanatory imo, but why is the heftier question)

shax can sense gabriel in a way the archangels couldn't i personally don't think there's much by way of implication in the method in which she senses him (ie... smell? vs michael's weird sixth sense), but i do think there is something about the fact they can sense him at all... talked about in #25 lazarii spec and the #shax meta tag!!!

"it's always too late" oh god 💀 i had the most batshit theory about this that i don't even want to talk about BUT im with you that it's... an odd line. i love that it potentially references line in the book about crowley's watch being set to hell's time, which is set at "too late", but beyond that... not entirely sure why the line was said or said so... blatantly? feels like something obvious would explain it

rumours that aziraphale and crowley were an item that so far don't seem justified based on what hell knew. rumours that apparently had no major consequences for crowley despite one harmless photo warranting a legion to collect him [screams at 1941 truther sign] yeah this is how it read to me too, 🦭! something definitely happened after that dinner, and im not saying a move was made (and potentially witnessed by a couple of errant nazi zombies) but i think a move was made (and witnessed by a couple of errant nazi zombies) - #1941 spec tag

the literal chekhov's gun in the bookshop this one has flummoxed me, but i did read a speculation about continuing the 1941 flashback today, which was utter genius (and so much better than what i managed to dream up in the above tag), and suggested the derringer will make an appearance in a fight-ish scenario in that scene... which is frankly bloody inspired tbh, and im very much convinced by

the miracle blocker oooooh i don't have a dedicated tag for this but i definitely talked about it in a post under the #sanctuary/bentley theory tag!!! i think it was potentially a chekhov's gun that we didn't see get fired

sleight hand to trick hell probably one to look at in hand with the one above about tricking heaven

the zombies just running around london kinda as i said above tbh, not sure what'll happen to them afterwards but presumably a grisly end being eaten and pooped out by a spider

1941 full stop. we have not seen the last of that night. goddamn right we havent [skips around the 1941 truther sign]

episode 5:

the lack of demons available for the attack pretty much what i said above in ep1 about being short staffed bc the Damned population keeps increasing... maybe? still one to look at in more detail though!!!

"i know. do it anyway" "i know. looking at where the furniture isn't" not necessarily in reference to these quotes specifically, but in the general context - discussed this (and potential crowley memory loss) in the #the fall/the great war spec and #book of life theory tags

"if it happens twice it might seem like an institutional problem" oh. OH. THIRD EYE HAS OPENED. because we know two things, right? gabriel didnt fall/wasnt intended to, so the 'happens twice' isn't realised. and heaven does have an institutional problem, practically embodies the term. so if this is foreshadowing. does aziraphale fall. oh no. Oh No (ive sort of discussed this in #scapegoat theory tag but that was strictly pre-eden context...) this however has actually just made me realise that this is a chekhov's gun literally pointed at aziraphale's head... shitshitshitshitshjthka

mrs cheng's weird look across the street see this is on my list but waaaay down it. think she could be a demon. will work on it at some point edit: talked a little bit about this in the #shax meta tag, but possibly needs a dedicated post, idk

nina and maggie's semi immunity to miracles so the bit where aziraphale can't miracle them? that to me is potentially the same explanation as the miracle blocker post (like it all connects). maggie is more immune than normal to the ball miracle? see #we need to talk about maggie theory tag. as for nina... im still not sure on. idk if she's a demon (which for me is a Thought if we consider that hell are short-staffed; she could be one of Many) but it feels a little on the nose... one for the list edit: talked a little bit about nina in the #shax meta tag, but definitely needs a separate post at some point

shax saying the shop isn't an embassy anymore but the demons still unable to get in i didn't think of it from this angle, but i think my theory still stands - under the #sanctuary/bentley theory tag

nina and maggie's immunity to miracles part 2 oh oops - see above

episode 6:

maggie being able to invite the demons into the shop i think she's an angeeeeeeellllll (see #we need to talk about maggie tag)

the speed at which the portal opens and it's potential as a means of spying my latest galaxy brain moment (i hope) - #sanctuary/bentley theory tag

haloes and the potential consequences of blowing them up this one is in the #halo theory tag

crowley opening the files not quite sure what you mean by this one, 🦭!!! do you mean about his rank? definitely tried parsing this particular headscratcher in the #AWCW spec tag

heaven was trying to restart armageddon in a way that seems awfully unofficial oooooohhh.... haven't looked at it this way, but definitely will be!!! might link in with #god is dead theory stuff, but will need more exploring!!!

saraqael having their own agenda honestly saraqael is my newest bad bitch (gn) and if my #saraqael spec is even halfway true, im going to explode i love them

"i'm the only first order archangel in the universe" *camera cuts to crowley* kinda talk about this in the #AWCW spec tag but since neil cremated the lucifer theory (rip) ive kinda left this aspect alone... tbh i don't think he was as important as he's set out to have been

"i'm the only first order archangel in the universe" full stop. statement's plenty suspicious on its own too. this is....... potentially very intriguing

memory wiping as just a thing heaven does when someone disobeys i need to reconcile #book of life theory with this tbh - like, the focus on memory is so strong in s2 that i strongly believe it has connection to falling... at which point, where does gabriel demotion/mem wipe punishment fit in? and where does saraqael fit in, too?

muriel having the same kind of position gabriel was going to be demoted to vaguely looked at this in #book of life theory tag posts i think, especially in reference to how their potential punishments (in muriel's case) mirror each other

heaven and hell are technically at war now. its not like anyone with authority actually called it off danced around this in the #halo theory tag, in reference to aziraphale declaring this new war, and yet they've been at war for a long time? yes the reflection of it being a cold war but still... interesting to think about especially when framed like this

it's possible to remove your essence and store it elsewhere definitely need to explore the possibilities and implications of this at some point, but the suggestion i made in the #25 lazarii theory post somewhat starts to look at this

hell is understaffed as already mentioned above

the shax furfur alliance not quite sure what to think about this, and whether it necessarily means anything more than it's put across (ie just that they are the danger duo of hell in s3?) idk tbh i just need to look at them both as individual characters a bit more first #shax meta tag!!!

the many strange things that could indicate something going on in the last fifteen minutes god.... just anything in the #feral domestic/final fifteen meta tag tbh

"does anyone ever ask for death" idk whether or not to take this as meaning anything deeper than metatron just idly thinking "hmmm aziraphale could refuse my coffee, refuse a chat... at which point ill probably need to destroy him etc. hey, i wonder if anyone - instead of coffee - has ever actually asked for death? funny name for a coffee shop"... and possibly a double meaning meant by Nina saying 'everything else was taken'?

saraqael being the only one other than crowley who recognises the metatron and their reaction well theres my school of thought that saraqael is potentially closer to metatron that we maybe thought (#saraqael spec tag), but then again - and this exact sentence just reminded me - i think in this particular instance, both saraqael and crowley have just come fresh from watching the trial, so that's why they both remember metatron... which begs the question of what happened between the trial and the final fifteen to make them forget? hmmm

almond syrup imo, #omelas theory

the possible miracle chime ehhhh i know i wrote about this but im still like 50/50 on it... but it fits my theory (in the #feral domestic/final fifteen tag) so im rolling with it - i think there might be a chime and i think it might be a failed miracle to change the coffee

the metatron and crowley seeming to have some kind of history lmao anything in #metatron spec or indeed #the fall/the great war spec tags tbh

aziraphale's peculiar mannerisms im getting so lazy with these responses now 🦭 anon im so sorry, but again recently speculated in the #feral domestic/final fifteen meta tag

the way the conversation between aziraphale and the metatron is only reported and very strangely transitioned in and out of as above

the nothing to see here shooting of the kiss this one...

i know ng said it was a continuity error but. the time skip on the clocks ...and this one ive looked at in the #time-stop theory tag, and im the same - not trusting continuity error on this... not just yet

the something's up vibes of metatron. the general scheming and manipulativeness. the framing as the wizard of oz. the colour scheme and the dice on his tie. the sigh of relief in the elevator lol #metatron spec

the credits scene i haven't really gone into this in any detail and tbh idk if it needs it - i think it's pretty reflective of some stuff ive talked about in the #aziraphale meta and the #feral domestic/final fifteen meta tags

plus special mention: not technically in the episode but the distinctly ominous madonna/crucifixion promo photos aaaaaaaand this one is in the #mary/pieta spec tag

again 🦭 anon im really sorry it got a little lazy towards the end!!! but im very, very grateful that you put this all in a list, because ive definitely got some stuff in mind that id like to parse out!!! and as ever - more than happy to scream about things so pop on back if you feel the need to scream with me!!!✨

#VERY long post but its so so so helpful #good omens #ask #in fact this is gonna go in the masterpost

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shootingmorningstar · 9 months ago

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Hi!! I saw you also accepted matchups and I would love to request one! I’d love a romantic matchup for Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel (do only one of them if I can o my request one fandom obv)!

my pronouns are she/her and I’m asexual biromantic (I’d prefer a male character, but if you think one of the girls fits me best any gender is fine!). I’m an ESFJ and a Gemini. I have green eyes and dyed cherry red hair. I dress with vintage/fairy grunge clothes. Long skirts and corsets are my fav type of outfit. I wear lots of rings and crystal/pearl necklaces and love to exchange them with others. I also have tattoos, currently I have three but I’m planning to get more. I love to wear makeup and come up with something creative and different everyday. Also, if someone lets me do their makeup they’ll have my heart forever.

I’m the mom friend of the group, always there for everyone and my friends say that I’m really good at comforting people. I’m also calm and responsible, I usually am the one that takes care of other people. I’m very optimistic, I always try to see the good in everything and I often put other’s needs before my own. I love making others laugh to lighten the situation. I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or for someone else but sometimes it’s hard for me to say no to things. I also dislike when someone is too serious and really can’t take a joke as I tend to use humor as my coping mechanism. I’m also very ambitious, I always try to achieve my goals.

My love languages are, receiving, physical touch and words of affirmation and giving, quality time and words of affirmation.

Have a good day!! <3

Your sense of fashion sounds so great, anon .ᐟ As a fellow lover of horror, this matchup was a lot of fun for me.

Anon, I'm matching you with . . .

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Verosika Mayday .ᐟ

Lucky you, anon, my absolute favorite Helluva Boss character .ᐟ And the best one.

I know you said male preference, but I just can't help but think you and Verosika would pair amazingly. The best out of the entire Hellaverse. The whole time I was reading your request she just screamed at me as the answer. Seriously, detail by detail I was just convinced more and more. Who would love your dyed hair more than her .ᐣ Not only that, she'd be incredible at helping you re-dye it .ᐟ Verosika is the diva of Hell, she knows everything there is to know about beauty and haircare. She always has to look flawless, after all.

I think the appeal would be the same in regards to your creative fashion sense and makeup abilities .ᐟ She's intrigued on how a style so different from her usual one can look so cute. Please dress her up and do her makeup, she'd love it.

I also think she'd really admire your ambitious attitude. In her line of work, you have to be ambitious or you'll fail, badly. She could use someone optimistic around her, too. Blitzo left her burned and probably with some trust issues, so you'd be wonderful help with that. Verosika's love language is also physical touch, and that's practically canon. Loving horror almost always means a love for the dramatics, which she definitely appreciates. You mentioned having trouble saying no .ᐣ She is definitely the best influence for that. And your adoration of music .ᐣ It writes itself. The two of you may be in Hell, but you're definitely a match made in Heaven.

#helluva boss #verosika mayday #matchups #admin kitty

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3kiripima3 · 9 months ago

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Hello!! I saw ur requests were open for a matchup and I’d love to do one! I will ask for no Valentino because he makes me very uncomfortable.

I’m an AFAB genderfluid aspec bisexual (he/she/they) and an ESFJ 2W1 Leo. I’d consider myself very loud and obnoxious at times but that’s just how I am tbh. Despite me being overwhelming at times I dedicate most of my time to my friends by buying them things and giving all the emotional support I can even if it isn’t reciprocated because some people just need an extra bit of support. I’m a bit of a pushover at times and need a lot of reassurance in my actions because I’m typically pretty overdramatic and sensitive at time.

I have a ton of hobbies, most are art related! I spend most of my time binge watching the same horror movies and analyzing the characters in them and their motives. I often like to make props and do sfx makeup but I paint, draw, do digital art, knit and make jewelry in my free time as well! As long as it keeps my hands and mind busy I’m occupied for hours. I’m a big fan of horror and creepy things like vulture culture (collecting bones) and more specifically my fav movies are Texas chainsaw masacre part 2 and house of 1000 corpses.

I typically wear pretty relaxed clothing like flannels and t shirts and shorts, I don’t really ever get dressed up but when I do it leans more on the gothic side outfit wise, but I’m a sucker for sparkly blue eyeshadow and a light pink lip! I love fashion and makeup and designing outfits and makeup looks despite never really wearing anything of the sort out. I love experimenting with fun colors and seeing what works best.

My main love languages is physical touch and acts of service, no matter how close I am with someone I will get them gifts but it takes me a while to be physically affectionate with someone but once I am comfortable enough I will never want to let go and will want to hold the person at all times!

Hiya! Thanks for the request! After some consideration, I think I'd pair you with…

Velvette!

I think you and Velvette would work very well together!

As Velvette can be very loud and obnoxious herself, she'd be fine with you being similar. However, if she's really not in the mood she'd likely tell you to be quieter.

I feel like Velvette would really appreciate you giving her emotional support. She's always stressed out by the other Vees, so she'd genuinely thank you for that.

Velvette is typically overdramatic herself, so I doubt she'd notice if you were as well. Yet, if you needed reassurance, she'd give you some. Maybe it's not the typical type of reassurance, but in a way, Velvette's feels more genuine.

Due to Velvette being in the fashion industry, she'd really appreciate any form of art related skills. You'd often have her call you to do sfx makeup for her models for different photoshoots as well. She'd likely try and convince you to draw out her ideas to help her visualise outfits for her career, but she'd occasionally draw things for you!

I see Velvette as someone very intrigued by horror and the like, albeit having a tendency to over-critique movies. So, if you were to ever watch a horror movie with her, she'd 100% be judging the special effects.

If you were going out in public with Velvette, she'd make you get dressed up. Otherwise, I don't think she'd mind you wearing relaxed clothing, as long as the colours don't clash. She definitely appreciates that you enjoy fashion and makeup. Velvette would like having another perspective on her designs.

Thanks for requesting! I hope this is good enough for you :)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin matchups #hazbin hotel x reader

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izzy-b-hands · 2 years ago

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Day Two: Fuckery Or Tavern

A nice, quiet date night at Spanish Jackie's, full of booze and... mostly just that, actually. And the three of them being very relaxed and silly.

Hint of Rizzy at the end, bc i couldn't help myself lol.

TW for drunkness/alcohol and emetophobia (they go a bit too hard and pay the price for it lol)

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"What's that face for?" Stede chuckles. "Olu, are you worried about us?"

"You, yes," Olu scoffs. "With respect, the last time you went into Spanish Jackie's-"

"Things are different now! Ed said he wrote her ages ago that we'd be in the next time we got close to the Republic, and-"

"Right, you told us all about that, but that doesn't change the fact that if she has a chance to kill you, she will. Just because."

"Just because? Seems a poor reason to kill someone," Stede's nose wrinkles. "Well, then I will win her affections with this visit, and she'll never want to kill me again!"

Olu nods. "So, I told Izzy if shit goes down that we'll be ready to leave at a moment's notice. Everyone is on board with that, and they don't mind hanging close to the ship for it."

"You worry too much!" Stede pats his shoulder and gestures to his outfit. "Good? Piratey and sexy, yeah?"

"For a plain black shirt and tr-" Olu pauses. "That's Izzy's shirt. If you're wearing that, what is he-"

"We're done!" Ed makes his way out of the secret passageway, Izzy behind him. "Olu, good! Give us all a once-over before we head out for date night, make sure we look-"

"Sexy, yeah," Olu says. "Are you just going out with Izzy's vest as your top?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Ed motions to it. "Soft and comfy and worn in, and I get to show off a little. And Izzy-"

He moves aside and gently pushes Izzy forward. "As you can see, has borrowed from both of us."

The trousers are clearly Stede's (black silk and tight), the shirt one of Ed's (a black crop top), but everything else is still Izzy's, including the cravat and ring that hasn't been loosened even an inch.

"If I saw you guys in a tavern-" Olu starts, only to turn at the room door flying open.

"He'd fuck you all in a heartbeat," Jim finishes. "Come on, I need help convincing Buttons and the Swede not to host a knife catching contest."

"Did you offer to be in said contest?" Olu smiles.

"That's assistant first mate to crew confidentiality," Jim replies. "If you aren't gonna stop us, then Roach at least wants another pair of hands ready for stitching people up."

"We'll be fine," Olu says. "No one is going to be too horribly stabbed on my watch."

"My ear!" is the shout from outside that sends Olu and Jim hurrying off, and leaves the three of them to head ashore.

"Do you think Jim meant that?" Stede asks. "Not that I fancy Olu like that, would be inappropriate in the workplace-"

"He'd have to wait his turn anyway," Ed interrupts. "You look so good. Izzy's shirt, my extra trousers, which you should really wear more often-"

"They're so much work to get on! Otherwise, I might consider it," Stede sighs. "Oh no."

"Jackie," Izzy strides towards the door of the tavern. "You are not in quarantine. This lie might have worked on Jack, but that's only because he doesn't care where he drinks in the end."

Her head pops out as the door opens. "Would you shut up?! Ed and Stede will hear y-oh."

She slips all the way outside with a grimace. "Ed, Stede, hey! So, as you can see, y'all are gonna have to go elsewhere tonight-"

"Is this because of me and Jack?" Ed asks. "Because we were young, and stupid-"

"It was three years ago," Jackie interjects.

"I've learned a lot in those three years, and Jack is dead! We've all grown as people."

"If I let you in," Jackie sighs deeply. "And that is an if, you promise that fucker is under your control at all times. Or I'll cut off more than his nose."

Stede scoffs loudly. "Are you referring to me?"

"Sure as fuck ain't referring to Izzy," she says. "Worst he does is fall asleep after a few drinks."

"Come on," Izzy mutters.

"You do! It's okay, not a bad thing!"

"Is it just wine that does it? He claims it's just wine," Stede says.

"Fuck no, it's everything. Cute too, he lays his lil head down by his cup, gets all snuggly," Jackie giggles. "Shit is adorable."

"Adorable," Izzy grumbles. "Are we allowed in or not?"

"He needs the sleep, grumpy little fucker," Jackie opens the door and motions them in. "Hurry up before I change my mind."

They pile into a fairly empty tavern; the quarantine signs had been up long enough to keep most people away, apparently.

"Shots?" Ed asks.

"Already?" Izzy mutters, but he takes the offered tray of them to a table as soon as Jackie's latest barkeep hands it over.

"Can I ask what exactly happened with Jack here?" Stede murmurs as they settle into their seats at the corner table. "Or do I not want to know?"

"You've seen Jack drunk," Ed starts.

"Who hasn't," Izzy snorts under his breath.

"Iz!"

"He's right," Stede says. "But anyway."

"Anyway, he can get a bit wild, and he sort of got offended when no one would dance with him-"

"Important to know, there wasn't a band in for the night," Izzy interrupts. "There was nothing to dance to except his own version of shanties he barely remembered."

"You could have sang," Ed says. "He did ask you if you would."

"You sing?" Stede's eyes light up, and Izzy downs a shot.

"Yes. I'm not doing so here tonight, and that's that."

"So Jack got up and started dancing alone," Ed continues. "And when no one would join in he got... well..."

"He cost us the biggest sum of money I've ever spent in bribes to make something go away," Izzy scoffs. "Literally, everything we had on us and a few of the extra rings we wore that night. And I'm sure Jackie was still in the red with all the damage he did. Somehow didn't break the nose jar though."

"Because he thought it was haunted," Ed supplies before down a shot himself. "Why, I'll never know."

"Might be all the noses and the presumption that they're likely dead if they lost their nose," Stede notes. "Not that I think the soul resides in the nose or anything."

"Maybe it's in the liver," Ed giggles, and they burst out into rapidly softened laughter at Jackie's glare.

"See?" Stede grins. "She's worrying for nothing. We'll have a nice couple of hours here, drink until we're stumbling, then go back home."

"She's got the stomach for it," Stede's drink sloshes over the rim of his glass. "But Doug doesn't. He's very nice, don't get me wrong. Pretty eyes. But he could never be a pirate."

"Okay, okay, okay," Izzy says. "But I didn't think you could hack it either, and you've surprised me. Who could say that Doug couldn't do the same?"

"Who would watch the children then?" Stede protests. "They can't be alone yet, not old enough..."

"I could watch them," Ed says. "They sound like good kids."

"Alma once spent a day setting the drapes on fire to see what would happen," Stede sighs. "We only found out after the fifteenth one, because she couldn't put that one out on her own."

"Right, she's your kid, we know that already," Izzy chuckles.

"I don't like setting things on fire!"

"Dickfuck, yes you do!" Ed laughs. "You set stuff on fire all the time! The party alone, you set on fire so many guys!"

"Technically!" Stede protests. "Hm. There was the island after that. And the last four ships we raided... it's just so pretty! All the colours and the warmth of it..."

"Does the little one set fires yet?" Izzy asks.

"Louis? No, no...he..." Stede frowns. "He doesn't do much of anything yet. Follows his sister around and joins in whatever mischief she's doing. Though, it's been a bit now...he probably does have actual hobbies now, doesn't he?"

"I shouldn't have asked," Izzy pats Stede's back. "You're drunk enough to be weepy."

"You are," Stede sniffles. "Oh, they're better off without me. Good for them. Hopefully they won't burn the house down."

"A toast to not burning down houses!" Ed cheers, and the whole, now much more full, tavern raises glasses with them.

"I hope we didn't just jinx them," Stede mumbles.

"Doug may not be a pirate, but surely he can keep children from setting fires," Izzy sighs. "Are his eyes really that pretty?"

"It's insane," Ed interjects. "He's described them to me, and I'm mad I'll never look the man in the eyes myself, and I hate eye contact most of the time."

"Tell me," Izzy grins, and Stede slides onto his lap as he goes into his lecture about Doug's eyes.

"Jackie," Stede mumbles. "I love you."

"I should have told Olu to come with and drag you guys back," Jackie pats Stede's back, and gently but forcefully ends their hug. "Be safe getting back, alright? I won't be happy if I find out you dumbasses drowned trying to get to the ship."

"We're fine," Izzy says from his seat on the cobblestones. "Just a bit spinny, all of it."

"All of what?" Ed asks.

"Yeah."

"Oh god," Jackie sighs as she shuts the tavern door, and they struggle out into the night.

"I will sing for you sometime," Izzy nudges Stede as they huddle together. "If you'd like."

"I would love! Can I choose the song? Wait, no, I bet you have something you know by heart; I want to hear that!"

"Pretty man with a pretty voice," Ed coos. "Stede, pass this kiss to him, hm?"

He kisses Stede's cheek, and Stede dutifully kisses Izzy's in turn.

"What was Olu even worrying about," Stede says as he leans on Ed. "We're so good."

"So good," Ed agrees. "Can you move your feet before I vomit on them?"

He does, but only just in time.

"I told you both to eat more," Izzy sighs and switches sides, putting Ed in between himself and Stede as they help him along. "No one ever listens to me."

"Maybe if you sang it?" Ed suggests as he wipes off his mouth. "No singing tomorrow though. I can already feel the headache."

"No, tomorrow we nap and Roach will bring us water and something gentle to eat," Stede says happily. "I bet he's already got water waiting in our room."

Izzy nods. "Speaking of, we're at, the ladder is here."

He points upwards, only to gag. "Don't look up. Too much spinning, up."

"Do you maybe have vertigo?" Stede suggests as he gently pushes Ed up the ladder. "Oh, the water is deep here, hm? Nearly knocked me down. But really, based on everything I've heard, it's not anything wrong with you, with the spewing and all-"

As if on cue, Izzy vomits into the water.

"Right, that, like yes, you're drunk but also dizzy, so maybe-"

"Please get up the ladder before we drown, love," Izzy sighs.

"You've done it with that; you know I can't say no when you use pet names on me," Stede grins. "Can you help me?"

They manage to drag each other up, with Olu and Roach helping them the rest of the way with hands held out.

"You three had fun," Roach teases. "Who's gonna feel horrible tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Ed mumbles, leaning against the mast. "What time is it anyway?"

"Later than you said you'd be back by," Olu replies. "Hours later. The sun's due to be up soon, let's get you into your quarters before that happens."

"Like a vampire, but because of booze," Stede says, in the tone of someone giving an academic lecture.

"Sure," Roach motions them towards their quarters. "We're not carrying any of you, so-"

"But Izzy's dizzy," Stede says pathetically.

"I'm fine," Izzy stands from the deck, only to go pale and immediately flop back down.

"His crush on you is only gonna get worse," Ed grins as Roach helps Izzy up, letting him lean against him. "Remember Iz, Stede and I don't mind sharing now and again."

"Ignore him; he's drunk," Izzy protests, but his eyes linger on Roach's lips.

"So are you," Roach chuckles as they make their way finally into the room. "Bed, water, clean clothes for now, and tomorrow we can talk about who is sharing who with who as much as you want."

"Your eyes are even prettier than Doug's," Izzy mumbles softly.

"Is that a good thing?" Roach asks.

"It's a compliment you can't even imagine," Stede sighs and flops onto the bed. "Are there-"

"Buckets, yes," Olu interjects. "And water, and some hardtack, and extra blankets because we guessed Ed might want-"

"Blanket fort!" Ed stumbles forward, reaching for the nearest one. "We'll build and sleep in one tonight. Give me five minutes."

"I'll give you ten," Olu shakes his head. "We'll leave you three to it, and check on you in a bit, yeah?"

"Thank you for watching the ship and everyone, Olu," Stede replies. "You're the Doug of our ship: responsible and gorgeous."

"Thought you didn't fancy him like that?" Ed teases.

"I can appreciate and look without wanting to get in Jim's way," Stede huffs. "I don't think I can sit up again."

Olu bites back a giggle. "You're welcome, and thank you? I think. Please get some sleep."

His and Roach's footsteps trail out, the door gently shutting behind them.

"Ed, shall I help with the fort?" Izzy mutters, leaning against the wall where Roach left him.

But Ed is silent, snuggling on the floor with the blanket he'd grabbed, already lightly dozing.

"Stede," Izzy stumbles his way to the bed. "May I lay with you?"

"You can even be sick on me if you must," Stede pats his chest. "I'd rather you not, of course, but if you can't help it-"

They both grunt as Izzy drops onto the bed.

"Will Ed tell us when the fort is done?" Stede yawns.

Izzy nods, and snuggles up next to him. "Might be a while."

"Good things are worth being patient for. Like this."

"Like what?"

"Like us, the three of us, together," Stede continues. "And blanket forts."

Izzy nods again, already half asleep.

"Morning," Ed sighs, suddenly up again, only to crash down on Stede's free side. "I'll finish it in the morning."

"It's morning now," Stede mumbles, but he doesn't protest when Ed nuzzles against him, and there's no thought of wanting to move from where they are.

The eventual blanket fort, he decides in his last conscious moment, will be where they recover later, when they can stay awake long enough to stand.

#text post #steddyhandslongweekend #steddyhands #long post #they're fine they're just drunk enough to be Feeling It Mr. Krabs u know aksmdkfngk #aka i based it off my last horrific night of drinking where i wound up horribly sick in an Applebee's bathroom #and now I don't drink anymore aksndkakdnfkgn #anyway im tired post writing this and finishing my first shifts of work and now i made myself wish i had a blanket fort lmao

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years ago

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Hello! I would love a MHA match up for the Mystery Date event! <3

I'm a pansexual cis-girl who goes by she/her pronuns!

I am a very affectionate girl who wants needs to let know everyone that they are loved and cared for ^^ I am the mother friend of the group and I love to take care of others, I just love to make everyone happy! (without forgetting my own happiness ofc 😌)

Leaving my caring part aside I am very active and I LOVE the feel of the adrenaline, I am this kind of person who just jumps on every roller coaster in a 5km radious. That also means that I love strong emotions, and that comes to strong activities, I would love to go bungee jumping or skydiving one day.

I dress in grunge style, I adore all the dark colours and aesthetic of the clothes under that name <3 I have to say that I dress grunge but still colorful! like, all the base of my outfit is black but then you see 7 bracelets of different colors forming a rainbow of bracelets in my wrist or a pair of rainbow clips in my hair.

I also love cozy and warm activities, like sitting with my partner in front of the television curled up in blankets inside of a pillow fort, sleeping together inside a cute pink tent installed in a corner of my room, doing skin-care routines or even my favorite one, brush each other's hair!!

My music tastes are very variate but my playlist is almost overshadowed by Marina and the Diamonds, Mitski, and Hombres G (a very good Spanish band <3).

My love language is physical touch, as you can see in what I've written before I'm a very cuddly and physical person who loves to share her love in hugs, kisses, acts like holding hands and all that cute things ^^ But I also love giving gifts!! And by gifts I mean from something shiny that I've found and that reminds me of my partner, from drawings I've made myself (because I live for drawing ^^), playlist dedicated to my partner, and handmade sweets or pastries to something I heard they wanted and bought them in the store <3

-with love, from 🇪🇸Anon. (HA! Bet ya didn't see that coming right? 😈) (Hope you are having a good day though, take care of yourself tonberry ♥)

notes 💌: OMG THIS WAS A SURPRISE! I was just reading through this and even picked you a character and was super surprised to see that it was from you, love <333 thank you so much for participating in this event because you have been nothing but kind to me, so to return that favor for you means the world to me <333 have a wonderful valentine's day and know that i am sending lots of love <3

THE CHARACTER CUPID CHOOSES FOR YOU THIS VALENTINE’S DAY IS…

MOMO!!!

i think having two mother friends in the group would be 10/10 tbh

i think both of your goals are to make everyone around you happy, so naturally, you two gravitated to each other

she will care for you and to have someone care for her means the world!!

she would love that active side of you

the two of you would just goof off outside while you both get your built up energy out

now the only thing is, i dont see her as a super daring person until someone else convinces her to do something super risky. she'll do it, but just know you got to convince her a bit

i think she would totally be down to try those fun risky things though

i dont call her a girlboss for nothing

she loves your style

she doesnt really have a style for herself, but to see you very confident in the clothes you love makes her so so happy

and she just thinks you look so good in everything you wear

SHE LOVES CUDDLING

just hearing you talk about wanting to cuddle next to a fire makes her blush

knowing that you want to do self care with her literally makes her so happy omg

like she could spend all day doing that, but with you??!?!?! you cant tell me she's not over the moon

she loves that you are just so sweet and cling onto her

she loves being the cuddle bug and having someone like you to tell her to take a break every once in a while

PLEASE MAKE HER HOMEMADE GIFTS

she knows they came straight from your heart, so they mean a lot more to her

plus she just thinks you're so talented that she gets all gushy whenever you get her a present

just know that you got yourself a lovely girl who loves every little thing about you <333

💌 HOW WOULD SHE ASK YOU TO BE HER VALENTINE??

she would write you a lovely hand written letter with pink pen that says some super lovely things about you and ends with "and will you be my valentine??" and when you say yes, she gives you chocolates and a teddy bear, a smile never leaving her beautiful face.

💌 VALENTINE’S DAY DATE

Momo wanted a chill day. The two of you had been training and working all week and the last thing you needed to do was go on some crazy adventure and call it a date, only to be both grumpy and exhausted. And you agreed. You were both just wanting some self care time. You both took the day off just to be together and when you woke up, it was already heaven. Momo had brought you breakfast in bed and planted kisses all over your face. "Today is going to be an amazing day," she had said, laying down next to you to eat breakfast as well. "It sure will be." You agreed, making a satisfied sound as you took your first bite of breakfast. "I have the perfect plan for the day!" Momo sounded so excited. You hadn't heard her sound like this in ages. It was probably because she slept in for the first time in a long time to be honest. She pulled out her journal and showed her the plans for the day and you smiled. It all sounded perfect. Every last bit of it. You couldn't wait to be curled up in your girlfriend's arms just sitting next to the fireplace in your living room. The day went nicely. Lots of good food, hugs and kisses every couple minutes, skin care, etc. It was just so relaxing. You hadn't even noticed that the sun had gone down until you were in Momo's arms, wrapped in a blanket talking about the future. Her arms were so warm pressed to yours and you couldn't help but place kisses up and down her hands and face. "Momo, I love you." Momo gave you a loving look and pulled you closer, placing a kiss onto your forehead. "I love you too. Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day." <3

~~~~~

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#mystery date #mha #my writing #writing #matchup #matchups #my hero academia #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #momo yaoyaruzo #momo yayorozu x reader

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musingsofamercurialmind · 1 month ago

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Reminder: The Sun Is Always Rising.

My ex broke up with me exactly two weeks ago. It has been horribly painful sometimes, but wonderfully okay other times. I miss him terribly today, but I also want to remind myself that there is happiness after him, too. My life, my joy, has always extended far beyond his reaches. It doesn't get to end with his departure. As I return to being my own first priority, I've being paying attention to the parts of my life that make me appreciate it, no matter how big or small.

Here are some wonderful things that have happened since we ended things:

I took myself on a thrifting date, and I connected with a stranger who loves to thrift by herself as much as I do. she offered me a bunch of her scrapbooking supplies as we chatted in an aisle, and she left the parking lot on a sick motorcycle. I think she's really cool.

I got to take my time in the thrift store, appreciating all the details of the people who have come before me. Among those memories, I found two dresses that fit me so perfectly, it's like they were made for me. One was handmade by its previous owner, and the other was a simple, but stunning black dress I've affectionately dubbed my revenge dress (I was supposed to go to a formal with him this weekend, but I will not go where I am unwelcome, even if I look hot as fuck).

I was playing piano in my campus music building one night. A guy I didn't recognize opened my practice room door and asked me if I was playing tolerate it by taylor swift. I nodded in the affirmative, and he said "dude, that's sick! keep it up!" (he recognized it solely on the chorus chords! I hadn't even played the eras tour intro that night, which is what I normally start with). It took me by such surprise that I wasn't able to respond with the amount of appreciation I have for those 6 words. I was having one of the most miserable evenings of my life, and he turned it all around for a while. I'm not particularly religious, but I'm convinced he was sent to me by someone who knew I needed it. I hope I see him around again.

I wore my AFC Richmond kit/jersey one day, and I had at least 3 people compliment me on it. I LOVE when people compliment that shirt, because it means they've seen the show too! (that show means an indescribable amount to me)

I got to sing beautiful music with some people I love a whole lot, 3 different times! that's always a spirits-lifter

A girl in one of my classes asked to borrow a pencil, and then told me she asked me because I always look very put together. I'm such a type b person, so this was unexpected, but very appreciated

I reconnected with a girl from high school. we were kinda frenemies then, but she started reposting breakup tiktoks around the same time I got dumped, so I reached out, and now we send each other support every day :')

I got to watch my not-so-little brother perform his heart out, and he was amazing. I'm so proud of him. I'll always be proud of him.

I've been getting tons of compliments on my outfits! honestly, i've just been trying a little harder to build outfits I can be excited about wearing every day, and it seems to be working!

speaking of trying to be myself, I GOT MY FIRST PIERCING!!!!! my right helix! I've always wanted tons of ear piercings, ever since I saw the pretty summer camp counselors have them as a little kid (gay awakening or jealous admiration? both? who's to say). It feels like I've taken a good baby step into becoming who I want to be!!

I finally vacuumed my bedroom, scrubbed my shower, and tidied up my crafting storage!

I've gotten to spend a lot of time with one of my best friends. she means so much to me; I know we'll be in each other's lives forever. I adore her.

a professor told me something that I think I'll live by from now on: "everything is a skill, not an ability." I can do it all! I just have to be brave enough to try!

starbucks baristas wrote an "!" after my name like 3 times this week. that makes me feel special

there were sooooo many dogs on campus recently. they're my campus celebrities

I befriended someone new, and they're really cool!

found a new cat instagram to follow!

And that's only some of it. I'm confident there's more beautiful things that've slipped my mind. do not get me wrong, I spent all day today laying in bed sobbing. that bright, poignant aching that only comes with heartbreak has been tireless in its attachment to me. BUT! the world is still moving all around me, so I'm making myself look for the beauty, even if I'm not ready to participate yet.

TL;DR: heartbreak fucking sucks, but there is ALWAYS a reason to feel a little less terrible. you just have to be brave enough to look for it! the sun will always rise again.

sending you love & light, always.

#breakup #breakups #heartbreak #taylor swift #tolerate it #happiness #ted lasso #self care #hopecore?#people pleasing #recovering people pleaser #pathological people pleaser #self improvement #self love #I love life! sometimes it's just hard to remember that!#you will be okay #it gets better

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fqiryspit · 3 years ago

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𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠?

summary: y/n went to bed to fall into a new world where she met a boy, Eren. every night she would spend with this imaginary boy, but what happens when one wants to stop dreaming?

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Chapter 7: 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙣

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Eren Yeager x Female Reader. College!AU

【ＥＲＥＮ'Ｓ　ＰＯＶ】

"dude I met this really cute girl at a cafe today"

"I don't care, Armin! my date with Mina is in 15 minutes and I still don't have an outfit!" I express to Armin on the phone

"Chill out...Just a t-shirt and jeans will do" Armin said, calming me down at the obvious choice

"Doesn't that look snobby tho?"

"Dang Eren...I've never seen you this worked up over a girl before" Armin says making my face turn red

"I- I'm not! just wanna look put together is all" I mumble as I fiddle through my wooden drawers

"Whatever you say" I can feel Armin's smirk through the screen but I dismiss his teasing and focus on the task in front of me

I took off my shirt and replaced it with a gray graphic tee, over that I put on a gray and black flannel with black jeans to finish off

checking the time to see it was 9:23 pm and I needed to pick up Mina at 9:30

I quickly end the call with Armin and grabbed my used an' abused backpack that I stuffed with my laptop and snacks, and then drove to Mina's

she walked out wearing a black tank top and black jeans, her hair styled in a bun rather than the kiddy pigtails she always wore as a child -even tho on our dates she always had her hair down-

looking her down from head to toe, I smiled.

I was getting used to seeing this side of Mina

we had a little car date, getting blankets and snacks. my car sat in some random parking lot that had a nice clearing showing the stars.

grabbing my backpack -that I mindlessly threw in the backseat- I unpacked the chips and went on my laptop to search through different movies as Mina settled into the warm blanket we shared in the backseat

we chose Encanto since we both haven't seen it yet. when something happened in the movie, she'd cling onto my arm and bury her face into my shoulder but her eyes kept locked on the screen

I couldn't help but find her adorable

her hips lightly swayed as the music played, her shoulders playfully shuffling as the characters danced and sang. and when the movie ended she talked about her favorite song, or which character she liked the most. My eyes flickered to her lips but I managed to pull my gaze back to her eyes just for her face to be burned a shade of red from my seemingly harmless action

Her eyes did the same and that's when I leaned in. breaking the space between me and Mina as we kissed, when our lips collided she gasped which was perfect timing for me to slip my tongue in. exploring her mouth a light moan escaped her lips at the foreign feeling of my tongue

we didn't go any further, I dropped her off and went home.

my eyes locked on my fan that was swirling around my ceiling, sinking into my bed as I replayed the actions of today,

I felt terrible.

Mina is like a really good friend,

but not my girlfriend.

I feel horrible. like I'm leading her on. I feel like a dick that's playing with her feelings when all I want is a friendship

trying to think of what Armin would say to me -since it was too late to call him- the only thing I could think would be,

"it's not your fault"

true, my dad's forcing me to do this.

but I still feel awful.

I'm desperately trying to convince myself that I like Mina when I know that I don't.

rolling over, shoving my face into my pillow, I finally reopened a wound I was desperately trying to hide instead of heal

Y/n.

I need to close my eyes for her to be there.

I need her to grab my hand and run into a forest that she knows I'm scared of.

I need to sit, picking at the dark grass as we talk.

I need her so fucking much, and I'm trying to forget about her.

There's no one I want more than her,

I don't want to dream if Y/n's not there when I open my eyes.

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Sasha came home a couple of days ago. she didn't speak of "dream-boy" or anything, which you were incredibly grateful for

how were you supposed to explain to your roommate how an imaginary boy "dumped" you?

first of all, that's embarrassing as hell

second, you'd seem extremely crazy

and third, it still hurt like hell.

you've never felt lonelier as you lay in your bed. eyes getting heavy, you try to imagine Eren's next to you, fast asleep.

-How can I miss someone that was never real?-

you wonder as you finally slip into your dreams.

"leave, it's not safe here"

a soft voice cried out. you were in a small bedroom, it looked like the early 2000s with the light pink bedsheets and the tan walls. the room was dark, but...it was like wherever you looked, you had a flashlight for eyes, lighting up where ever your eyes landed on.

you turn to the window to see the snow plying up, lighting up the pitch darkness that leads outside

"please leave"

you turn to see where the noise was coming from, you see a white closet...you walk towards it.

Your fingers wrapped around the tight handle that's somehow colder than anything around you, you turned it...

jumping back your heart racing as the high pitch screams roar from downstairs, your eyes still on the closed closet door as you get tunnel vision

the screams did not stop for a second. you heard the creaking of someone walking upstairs.

-hide hide hide hide, hurry before its too late-

the only thing on your mind, hide.

you slide underneath the bed in the nick of time. the door opened up,

you saw dirty-up sneakers slowly walk around the room.

your was heart beating so fast you worried if he could hear it.

the sneakers stopped at the bed.

a hand sneaking around the edge of the board as he got onto his knees.

your eyes burst open as your heart felt like it was stuck in your throat, eyes widened as you stare at the ceiling of your dorm

after a while, you calm down.

walking to the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror, only now noticing the tears you had streaming down your face. you turned on the sink and splashed the water onto your tear-stained face.

you opened the medicine cabinet you had on the side of your bathroom, grabbing the purple bottle that had "melatonin" written on it.

the sink still screaming you wrapped your hands together and slurped it up, then throwing a pill into the mix

your head was thrown back as you swallowed the remedy, you slowly brought your head back down as you eyed your figure.

the nightmares were coming back.

Chapter 8

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thewritingginger · 3 years ago

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This was requested by @komikoz Thank you for requesting and waiting I hope this is worth it 😅!

Mind any mistakes :)

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Mikasa Ackerman x Fem! Reader Word count: 4.4k+ words Warnings: 18+, Alcohol consumption, Strangers, One night stand, Kissing, Vaginal fingering, Dirty talk & praise, Oral sex (Fem! receiving), Face sitting

Enjoy ~

“Come on, Mikasa! You’ve wasted enough time getting over your ex. You need to get back out there.” Armin says, arms crossed as he and Eren are trying to convince the raven haired girl out for the night.

“Yeah and besides they weren’t even that great to begin with. So you are coming out with us tonight and you don't have a choice.”

After the better part of an hour of mikasa trying on different outfits finally Eren rakes through her closet getting lost in random articles before finally finding the tiniest black dress, one of which she forgot she still had, from the back of her closet.

“Eren, I’m not wearing that!”

“Yes, you are.” Is all Eren says before throwing it at her face as he and Armin leave Mikasa to change.

“I feel ridiculous.” Mikasa says walking out of her room and into the living room where her friends are waiting for her.

“You look sexy though.” Eren smirks.

“Remind me again why I need to look sexy?”

“Because you’ve already been through the crying phase and the angry phase. But you have yet to enter the funniest phase, the rebound phase.”

“I think what Eren is trying to say is you need to spend less time moping and more time having fun.” Armin adds.

“Fine, give me twenty minutes.” She said before turning towards the bathroom to finish getting ready.

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Standing at the bar Mikasa takes the drink Eren hands her before resting his back against the table alongside her.

“So have you found your target for the night?” He asks, sipping his drink.

“God, Eren, you make it sound like I’m on some kind of mission.”

“You are, Mika. Tonight you’re gonna find someone hot, get drunk, and then end the night sweaty and satisfied. Then once you do that the breakup cycle will be complete.”

“Either way we’re gonna have fun tonight.” Armin says, shaking his head at his childhood friend. “There is no need to force yourself to find someone tonight.”

“Thanks, Armin.” Mikasa says with a smile, shoulders relaxing with another sip of her strong beverage.

“Well not that either of you two squares may care but over in that booth is a very sexy item looking this way. If you don’t want to look that’s fine, I’m sure she’s loving the view of your ass in that dress.” Eren says nonchalantly into his glass, his lips quirked to the side with a raised brow directed at his female companion. Mikasa’s face flushes at his comment.

“Whatever, Eren, you’re probably mistaken.” She says.

“Okay, suit yourself.”

Wanting to prove Eren wrong, Mikasa straightens up, shoulders relaxed and as confidently as she can muster she glances over her shoulder and locks eyes with you, who was most definitely staring directly at her, before turning away in an instant.

“So do you still think I’m mistaken?”

“Shut up, what do I do?”

“Mika, it’s fine. You’re a beautiful woman and she’s already showing interest, there isn’t much more you have to do than talk to her.” The blonde says, amusement evident in his voice.

“How should I go up to her?”

“No need to worry about that because she is making her way over here right now.”

“What? I-”

“Hi.” Mikasa hears your sweet voice next to her before she can think of something to say.

“Hey.” Eren leads with a smile. “What’s your name?”

“Names Y/n. I’m sorry if I’m interrupting you guys but I just had to introduce myself to your friend here, if that’s okay.” You say coyly. Before the raven haired women can answer, the brunette speaks up again.

“Not at all.” He says with a widening grin. “Armin and I were gonna go talk to those girls over there so I’m sure our friend would love the company.” Before Mikasa can stop them, the two men walk away to the other side of the club.

Walking around to where her friends were standing in front of her you lean against the bar with a smile.

“I never caught your name.”

“It’s Mikasa.” She says with a nervous smile, glancing towards where her friends walked off to.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re very pretty. If you aren’t into girls that's okay, I can leave if you want.”

“Uh no.” Mikasa says a little too quickly before repeating herself in a more relaxed tone.

“I mean, it’s not like that. I just got out of a long term relationship so I’m a bit rusty at the whole flirting thing.” She says, a bit embarrassed, sweeping her chin length hair behind her ear.

“Oh, well in that case, maybe I can help oil you up a bit. Get your gears moving again.” You say with a sly smile, biting the straw of your drink as you see her face flush.

“Sure.” She responds cutely.

“Great. Would you like another drink?” You ask her as you wave down the bartender. To which she agrees gratefully, she’s in some serious need for a little liquid courage.

For the next hour you and Mikasa sat at the bar, drinking, taking shots and talking. Slowly over time your bodies managed to keep moving closer and closer till your knees are touching and hands grazing eachothers arm on the table.

The alcohol in her system was really taking effect which helped her relax and allow herself to enjoy the night without stressing over everything she said. How could she not thought, she’s newly single and you’re this gorgeous women who’s attention is solely on her. She can’t help but admire your beauty. The way your eyeliner accentuates your eyes perfectly, the color of your soft lips that she wants to taste, and how sweet your voice sounds. If all that wasn’t enough to make her stutter when she speaks then the way your clothes compliment your body will.

“Do you want to dance?” You ask, breaking her out of thought. Blinking back into reality she nods her head. Taking your hand she walks behind you with an alcohol induced haze into the middle of the dance floor..

Turning towards her you pull her in by her waist, her hands slide up your bare arms as the two of you begin to rock side to side together. The music vibrates through the two of you, surrounded by sweaty bodies, breathing the hot air only makes your heads feel lighter. Pulled close till your hips touch each other, Mikasa’s hands find their way up to your neck and into your hair, her hot breath mixed with the tang of her previous drink brushes your lips. Her eyes are glazed over and jaw slacked as she wets her lips looking at yours.

“Can I kiss you?” She asks into your ear. Without another word you soundlessly say ‘yes’ by pressing your lips to hers.

In the middle of the dancefloor of oblivious drunk patrons you and Mikasa are tongue tied. Her hands roam down your sides to rest on your hips to pull you tighter to her as yours tangle in her soft raven strands. She can taste the sweetness of your drink on your tongue making her more drunk than before. Your bodies grind together as your hands wander across each other's forms.

Disconnecting your heated kiss she bites her lip with a smile and you give one in return as you turn to rest your back against her front.

Her hands instinctively return to your hips being sure to leave little room between you. Your head rests back on her shoulder as you grind your ass against her. Her hot breath tickles your neck as she places a trail of kisses along your shoulder up to your ear, gently nipping it’s crest before whispering how sexy she thinks you are.

“Then you should come back to my place.” You say turning in her grasp. “Where we can get more comfortable.” Your hands slide over her shoulders.

“I’d love that.” She says, her voice airy with lust.

The two of you fall through the front door of your apartment, lips locked together in a heated kiss. Once the door is closed your hands make quick work of stripping the unnecessary articles of clothing concealing your bodies. With every step towards your bedroom another item is dropped to the floor; a purse, a jacket, shoes, all of it till you’re just down to your dresses.

In your room you’re pushed onto the edge of your bed, catching your collective breaths as the woman in front of you strips herself from her dress.

Pulling the black fabric slowly up her legs and torso, revealing her toned body. Abs and arms flexing with every move and breath till she is left standing in just her underwear, her humble breasts on display for you. Leaning back on your hands she silently walks over to you, pulling your dress that had already bunched around your hips over your head leaving you in your underwear. She straddles your hips before removing your bra and pushing your back flat against the mattress. Your hands reflexively slide up her strong legs to cup her firm ass, breathing her in as your lips continue their tango. Hovered above you she kisses down your cheek, your neck and shoulder. Moving down your body kissing and massaging your soft breasts and she stops once she reaches your navel.

On her knees she looks up through her lashes before pulling your ass to the edge of the bed by your hips. A gasp escapes your lips at the sudden movement. A playful smile curves the corners of her pink lips.

Soft hands up and down the sides of your thighs, fingertips dancing along the band of your underwear.

“May I?” She asks, waiting for your go ahead. Propped up on your elbows you answer with a lust filled sigh.

“Yes.”

You lift your hips to assist her removal of the undergarment. Tossing it aside she then drags her palms up the outside of your closed legs till she reaches your knees, prying your thighs open to reveal your pink heat. Now completely bare and open, her, hands slide down your inner thighs at a slow torturous pace your voice huccups with anticipation when her thumbs graze the outskirts of your mound. She blows cold air against your core illisiting a surprised gasp from your lips.

“Don’t tease me.” You say but your words come out more as a plea than a command.

Her lips curl to one side in a confidence that was so unlike the shy girl you first met at the bar. You can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or she's always this way when between someone's legs but either way you like it. The look in her eyes stirs the desire brewing in your belly, it’s hot and ready to boil over at any moment.

“I don’t mean to tease you, Y/n. I just prefer to take my time on my partner’s body.” She says between kisses along your inner thigh, never breaking eye contact. A breath is sucked through your teeth when her fingers finally make contact with your already soaked cunt. Her digits gather your slick on their tips, moving up and down your folds.

“I want to play with your body and cover my fingers in your wetness till I have you gushing for me.” Kissing back up your torso, her skillful fingers massage your sensitive bud. Your head falls back, jaw slacked allowing sweet moans to fill the room.

She grazes your neck with her teeth and then soothes the delicious sting with her hot tongue on your pulse. You begin to move your hips against her working hand feeling your first high of the night drawing near. It feels that for the past few hours you’ve been with her you’ve been on the edge of it. As you were talking and moving closer. While you were dancing, your bodies firmly placed together, her hands roaming your body. And the way she kissed you left you breathless. All of that was leading you to this point, after all the build up you can finally see the peak.

Her fingers scratching at your buzzing clitorise crossed with her sultry voice ringing in your ear is making you dizzier than any amount of alcohol could.

“Just like that, Y/n. You’re so close aren’t you? Do you want my fingers inside you?”

“Yes! Please, Mikasa.” You gasp, looking up into her steel colored gaze. You grip her wrist that is between your legs, nails digging into her flesh as she pushes two digits into the entrance of your weeping hole.

They slide in easily with your slickness, the raven haired woman sits above you with an arm firmly planted next to your head, smirking, biting her lip with a lust filled gleam in her eyes. Pumping her fingering in and out of your needy cunt pulling desperate sighs from your throat. She is stretching you so beautifully but you want more. You can’t help the way your hips begin to hump into her hand, trying to gain more pressure.

“Do you want me to go faster? Tell me, Y/n, how do you like to be played with?” Her words fan the flame building in your belly, making it grow hotter and hotter till you start to pant. Chest heaving as her fingers curve inside you, coxing pleasure to flood your pelvis and your head.

“More, please -ah - fuck me -shit.” Your message keeps getting chopped up by curses and moans. Leaning down Mikasa catches your lips with hers into a quick heated kiss, it’s as if she had stolen the air from your lungs.

Pulling back she looks down between your legs where your fingers had disappeared, her movements pick up speed. Curving inside you, scraping at your gummy walls with more force and purpose. She looks back at you as your face scrunches up so cutely.

“Is this what you wanted? You like having your pretty pussy finger fucked, huh? It’s making such lewd sounds, so wet and sloppy for me. You look so pretty like this.” Her praises laced with filth melts over your body like honey.

At this point you’re unable to control the sounds coming from your throat, you would sooner accomplish biting off your lip than concealing the volume of your voice. You’re so lost in the pleasure of her working fingers you almost didn’t register her lips moving down your neck, sucking and biting leaving a trail of red dots marking her path as she explores your body. Once she reaches your left breast she moves to do the same on your right side but when she meets your breast she takes your nipple in her mouth. She sucks and moans against your flushed skin. Tongue flicking and nipping the stiffened peak as she pinches and plays with the other. Her mouth and her multitasking hands were the combination that you needed to finally fall over the edge.

It hits you so hard you don’t even know what to do with yourself. Your body quakes and spasms under her. One hand grips the sheets as the other cups over your open mouth, muffling the chorus of moans seeping out. Her fingers don’t let up as your orgasm courses through your body. Releasing your nipple with a pop she looks at your pleasure contorted face.

“So pretty. You’re squeezing my fingers so tightly. So so pretty.” She says again in your ear this time between kisses on your neck and cheek, her hand slows as your body twitches from the remaining aftershocks of your climax.

Pulling her fingers out you open your teary eyes, your chest heaving as you try to recollect yourself. Without a word she takes her cum slicked fingers and presses them against your parted lips. You obediently suck them clean, the tangy taste of yourself fills your mouth making you feel hot all over again.

“Now it’s my turn, lay back.” Her words are sultry and domineering while still remaining sweet from her lips.

You scoot back further onto your bed as you watch the paradox that is Mikasa, the woman that has such a sweet face and sound while also being commanding and alluring, remove her panties. You suck in an expectant breath as she gets on the bed on all fours and begins to crawl over you. Dragging her hot tongue up your torso, from your navel to your neck. Her bare chest rubs against yours, letting some of her weight lay on you. Catching your lips you wrap your arms around her back pulling her closer to you. Hands wondering you grope her breasts, swallowing her moans as you reach down between you with one hand but she grabs your wrist before you can touch her heat.

“I thought you wanted me to touch you.” You question breathlessly.

“I do but not with your hands.” She says sitting up till she’s resting on her knees on either side of your hips. You take this moment to get a closer look of her body.

She’s so strong, her muscles are toned and defined. Your eyes follow her hands that are running from her neck down. She cups her breasts and pinches her nipples, her body rocks as her chest fills with a pleased sigh. Releasing her hardened nipples she continues the descent of her body, over her lean stomach and thighs. Running her hands back up she continues to tease you with her lewd display. Massaging one breast with a hand while the other moves across her belly, moving closer and closer to her cunt - you can feel the heat radiating off of it against your stomach.

You watch her with your lips parted, eyes glazed over with lust at the utter eroticism of the women above you. Touching herself for your viewing makes your mouth dry and your pussy gush. Licking your lips your eyes lock on her hand moving between her thighs. You let out a moan along with her as her fingers finally make contact with her clitoris. You can hear how wet she is in the silent room as she rubs her fingers through her dripping folds.

“Do you like watching me like this? Hearing how wet you’ve made me as I touch myself?” She asks, drawing your attention back to her eyes that are now hooded with desire, looking down at you through her lashes.

“Yes. Fuck.” You curse under your breath. She chuckles lightly at your response. Retracting her fingers from her puffy folds she leans forward, placing a hand firmly next to our head. Face directly above yours you look at her in awe as she brings her fingers to your lips once again but this time you greedly take her fingers in your mouth. She bites her bottom lip as you hum around the fingers being pumped into your mouth, tasting her sweetness.

Sliding her fingers from your lips she drags her damp fingers down your chin till her hand rests lightly wrapped around your throat.

“Did that taste good, Y/n?” The way she says your name makes your head spin and cancels your ability to speak or think so you just nod your head in response.

“Good, cause you’re gonna be tasting a lot of me. Would you like that?”

“Uh huh.” You nod again.

With one final kiss Mikasa pulls back again only this time she continues to crawl up the bed till she reaches the headboard and your face is met with her needy cunt. Sitting up straddling your face, she looks down at you, black strands distorting the view of her face. Combining a lock behind her ear she cups the side of your face with her other hand.

“Open your mouth.” Doing as you’re told you open your mouth, tongue sticking out flat ready to lap up all that she is between her thighs.

A balloon of silence passes you once again as she just stares down at you pleased, admiring your submission once more before finally sitting against your waiting tongue. She rests her weight on your face, digging your nose into the soft black hair of her mound. Your mouth moves on its own, desperately licking and sucking her perfect cunt as you breathe in her scent. She tastes sweet on your lips. You moan into her mound as her hips begin to rock lightly against you and her hands tingle in your hair.

“Oh god, just like that. Just like that.” She sighs. Her moans sound so light and airy, the way her breath quickens as she grinds into your mouth makes your hunger grow.

You grab her ass, massaging her cheeks between your hands. Sliding your palms up and down her sides, needing to feel more of her. Her muscles flex and contract with every passing movement. Your hands find her breasts once more. Kneading them in your palms, pinching and teasing her nipples. Her open mouth lets out more delicious gasps and moans from your touch.

Your hands continue to roam over her body as Mikasa grinds against your mouth. Her juices coat your lips and drip down your chin.

“Right there! Suck my clit like that -ah- don’t stop, Baby.” Her grip in your hair tight, nails scrape your scalp and pull at your strands making you moan- the pain only feuling you more to please her.

Carrying out what you were asked you latch onto her swollen clitrous, sucking and licking the small bud. Her thighs tighten on either side of your head, grinding into your mouth. Bending your knees you lift your hips so you can reach one hand down to scratch at your own aching clit. Your eyes are screwed shut lost in this moment, being encapsulated in the scent of her sex as you moan into her dripping cunt, her fingers pulling at your roots as she moans your name in praise.

“Ah- Yes -fuck- Don’t sto-ah” The woman above you cries, unable to make a complete sentence, she’s just as lost as you’re and that only makes you rub yourself harder. The coil in your belly is spun so tightly you can barely restrain it from coming undone once again.

“You’re so sexy touching yourself as you eat my pussy - god damn it.” Mikasa chuckled in euphoria when she glanced over her shoulder to your manipulating hand. The speed of her moving hips increases, holding your head down by your hair she humps against your giving mouth to get the friction she desires. Looking up, your eyes locked, you see an excited smile playing on her lips.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum. Yes- I’m gonna cum on this pretty face of yours, is that what you want?” Her words come out broken up and hot. She’s so dominant in her words but her tone retains its sweetness. You nod your head and hum, letting out a guttural moan that felt trapped in your throat into her folds.

You wanted her to cum on your tongue. The way she fits on top of you, forcefully holding your head down and riding your face like she owns it is amazing. You want to stay like this forever but you can’t wait to see the way satisfaction takes shape of her beautiful face. You want to see the way her eyes screw shut and mouth hangs open as heavenly cries of pleasure fall out all from your dutiful work.

Leaning back she looks down at you in her final moments before being overtaken with ecstasy. Her hands cradle your face, looking down at your doe eyes, brows quirked and lips in an open mouth pout.

And with one final flick of your tongue you topple the tower inside her and she comes crashing down. Head falling back as she sings into the open air. You suckle on her clitoris as she shivers through her orgasm.

Coming down from her high, your fingers are trying to get you to your climax. Climbing off your face, you gasp for the air you lacked under her blessid heat.

Laid next to you, propped up on an elbow she brings one hand to your cunt and inserts her fingers as she had done before, curling them inside you to aid in your release.

“Just like that, Sweetheart. You look so fucking pretty. Don’t stop touching yourself till you’ve come all over my fingers again.” Her commands fall on deaf ears, at this point all you hear is white noise. Gentle kisses and suctions are made along your neck and to your breast furthering the stimulation wearing on your already fatigued body

Her scent still lingering in your nose and her taste on your lips, now her fingers move expertly inside your quivering once again as you scratch at your throbbing clit desperately clawing at the oragasm in front of you. Toes curling and eyes screwed shut you finally come undone for the last time. Your legs shake and back arching up. Her fingers don’t stop their manipulations in your clenching walls. Your head digs back into the mattress as you carelessly moan into the air.

“Good girl.” She purrs into your ear as your twitching body melts into the mattress beneath you. Your fingers still and your hand falls to the side as exhaustion washes over you. With her fingers still inside you Mikasa catches your lips with hers once again though this time it’s much softer and savored than before. Your breath intermingles with each other, hot and wavering.

Pulling back the two of you are silent as you catch your breaths and allow the events that took place to settle in. Looking into your eyes she slowly pulls out her digits and puts them to her lips, licking them clean with a hum of approval. Leaning down, she smiles at you sweetly, brushing your hair back to cup your cheek.

“Next round I’m going to be between your legs licking you up and I’m not coming up till you’ve completely drowned me in your sweet pussy.” Before you can say anything she attaches her lips to yours hungrily and you accept happily, knowing you have a long tiring night ahead of you.

This wasn’t my best and I definitely need a bit more work on my fem! x fem! writing

Hope y’all enjoyed this if you did feedback and interaction is always appreciated :3

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yesimwriting · 4 years ago

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The Promise of Rain

A/n finally writing that Kaz Brekker x reader angsty-fluff where the reader is all sunshine-y and Kaz is dramatic as always lol

Might make this a blurb series bc i like this dynamic so much lol

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x sunshine-y reader

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Kaz has a conversation with the reader (who’s a runaway princess) about what happens to people who stay near him.

He once said that he didn’t believe in Saints. A moment later he conceded that perhaps they existed in order to appease Inej, but he was quick to tact on that if Saints existed they didn’t care about him. Inej and I had exchanged a look, she pleaded with me in silence to let him be. I opened my mouth despite the look in her eyes, but he had walked away before I could get any words out.

He believes that the Saints don’t care about him, but as soon as he was dragged in by Jesper, bleeding and more broken than usual, it had started to rain. The rain is a promise. The rain is a sign that he will wake up.

I tap a finger against the forgotten book on my lap, ignoring the dried blood I’ve been too anxious to wash off. When Kaz wakes up he’ll either scold me or partially tease me for waiting here by his bedside. The rain continues, cascading down invisible hope.

“Save your prayers, even for you the Saints won’t regard me.” Kaz. His voice is raspier than it should be and his slight condescension is blighted by the tired flatness of it. But it’s him. He’s speaking.

I tear my gaze away from the window, almost forgetting to tamper down my relief before finally looking at him. I haven’t known him long enough to see him in any level of defeat, but I’ve heard enough stories. The fictional exaggeration of those that fear him have made him seem so immortal. Some part of me must have internalized that because to see him like this, to see him so human is too intimate.

“Don’t be so narcissistic.” Something about Kaz always leaves me feeling challenged, like each comment is some kind of dare. I adjust my posture. “I wasn’t praying because I knew you’d be okay.”

His expression is unchanging. “So much faith in me?”

There’s a soft edge to his words, an attempt to twist some kind of awkward denial out of me. Some days I don’t think Kaz enjoys anything and then other days I think he enjoys any misstep in my words.

I shrug, pushing down the flood of relief still attempting to crawl out of my chest. “You’re always okay.” I scratch the back of my wrist idly. “It seems the safe bet.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve been taking gambling advice from Jesper.”

I half roll my eyes. “No--Jesper and I don’t play together anymore.” I let out an easy sigh. “Last time I beat him he bordered on a hissy fit.” There’s the slightest hint of upturning at the corners of his lips. “I should go tell Jesper and Inej you’re awake.”

“I think you should change out of that dress first.”

He was more likable when I thought he might die at any second. “Wow--Kaz Brekker the professional stylist.” He has no right to judge the formal gown I’m in. Yes, my outfit is ridiculous, but I’m only wearing it because the Crows needed someone they knew at a merchant’s party for a part of some scheme they wouldn’t share the details of with me. “Yes, I’m aware that this dress is more tulle than anything else, but I’m only wearing it because I was helping you.”

I wait for some retort about how he could have managed without my assistance or some kind of comment about how I didn’t need such a large dress to flirt and distract the guards as the Crows snuck into the merchant’s private office. “You fit in there more than you said you would.”

From anyone else, I’d consider this an insult. “I was making an effort for the sake of your plans.”

“I saw you before I went into the office, you knew the dances, the man took your hand.”

That’s the weirdest observation I’ve ever witnessed someone reflect on. “That’s how those dances tend to work.” I don’t hide the confusion in my expression. “How much blood did you lose?”

Kaz’s piercing gaze drops to the blanket on his lap. “Not a concerning amount.”

“Why do I feel like we have different definitions of ‘concerning’?”

His eyes flit upwards, a partial smirk playing at his lips. “We define a lot of things differently.” He pauses, “You defined the life you slipped into so easily tonight as something you could never do.”

“I can’t.” What is his problem? “One dance is different than an eternity of planning teas and marrying some man who only keeps me so I can rear his children.”

“You’d end up marrying someone who could give you things.”

He better not be implying I should be having children. I’m seriously starting to hope he did lose a significant amount of blood because that would be some kind of explanation. “I don’t want anyone to be giving me children right now, but I guess your concern is ni--”

“No, no,” he screws his eyes shut for a long second, “You know what I meant.” I stay silent. “You’re technically a princess, y/n, you could have more than the Barrel.” There’s an odd silence as he pauses. “Someone like you should have more than the Barrel.”

He speaks like his word is law. That’s the one habit of his I can never seem to forgive. Is Kaz telling me to go home? To go back to a mother who dreams of marrying me off and a father with a temper that often leads to violence? He may be Dirtyhands, but he is no one to tell me who to go back to. Not after I risked my anonymity to get him into that merchant’s office.

I shut my book and stand in one swift motion. “I’m going to tell Jesper and Inej that you’re awake.”

“Y/n.” I ignore him. “Y/n.” Again, I ignore him, approaching the doorway. The rustling of sheets leaves me frozen, hand on the doorknob. “Y/n.”

Without thinking, I turn on my heels while glaring. There’s no way he’s proud enough to have climbed out of bed wi--and he’s standing. Standing almost directly behind me.

“Kaz Brekker, I am going to say this one time and one time only.” I keep my words measured and my tone flat. No room for argument. “You just had nine stitches put in near your heart, get your ass back in bed before that is no longer your only injury.”

He pauses, lips pressed together into a tight white line. And then his mouth opens, pried open by an oddly light sound. Did he just--Did Kaz Brekker just laugh? He doesn’t laugh. I didn’t think he was physically capable, and now he laughs while I’m threatening him? I should hit him on principle alone and damn the consequences.

“Did you--” I’m gaping at him with a rage I am not accustomed to. “Did you just laugh?”

Kaz is quick to shut his mouth. “You did swear you’d get me to laugh one day.”

Saints--now he chooses to have some kind of sense of humor. “Not while I was threatening you for being an idiot after saying my lineage means that I’m meant to be trapped in the life I desire least.”

“I didn’t say that.” I raise an eyebrow. “You don’t deserve more than this because of your family, you deserve more than this because--” He cuts himself off with a sharp sigh. “Do you remember what happened the day we met?”

He had wanted to return me to my father for the money. I had managed to convince him I could be more useful working for him without profit. The first day had been tense, I had sworn to myself that I would hate him forever.

“I remember really hating you.” I remember thinking him beautiful despite his darkness. “I remember it started raining on our way here.”

“You had a hood, but you pushed it off your head to feel the rain.” I don’t remember that because indulging in the rain is instinctual to me. “You looked at the rain, and you smiled--and then you saw a woman with a child and you took off your hood and gave it to them.”

“What does that have to d--”

“Watching that felt like intruding on an intimate moment I had no business knowing about, but it wasn’t that to you. That moment was nothing to you because that moment was who you are.”

I don’t understand what he sees in something I can barely remember. “Kaz, what does that have to do with anything?”

“I’m the monster that children believe live under their beds, I’m the bastard of the Barrel, I’m someone who gets blood on everything near them.” His gaze is harsher than I’ve ever seen it as he focuses on the dried blood splotched across my hands and arms. “And then I can’t even help you wash it off.”

Those last words are the closest to broken I’ve ever heard him sound. “Kaz--”

“And you’re the girl who looks at the rain like it’s a gift from the Saints.”

Is he implying what I think he’s implying? Even if I believed him such a source of evil, even if I felt like touch mattered that much--why would he care? I keep the much more frightening implication at bay as I exhale. Clarity will only make this conversation worse. “That doesn’t matter.” The words leave me in a low whisper.

I stare at the ground until his silence is something I can no longer bear. Looking up as cautiously as possible, I take in his expression. I’ve never seen him look so--so enraged. “It doesn’t matter?!” He doesn’t bother hiding the fact that he’s practically seething. “I’ve viewed your presence here as temporary since you first came and despite that, when I saw you there…” The breath he lets out is practically pained. “When I saw what your life is meant to be--I didn’t want you to go.”

The admission breaks something hard in my chest. “I never wanted to go.” My eyeline drops to the ground. “I didn’t want to go when you were trying to make me, I didn’t want to go when it was only for that evening.” I swallow a lump of emotion restricting my throat. “When you were bleeding out and Jesper had to carry you back here I let myself imagine what it’d be like if you died. And it hurt. It hurt so badly I asked myself if I would rather never know you than feel that pain.”

“Would you?” His voice has gone hollow.

I finally look up again. “No.” That word leaves me more bare than any physical touch ever could.

“I stain everything that stays with me,” his voice has seamlessly shifted back to a tone meant for business, “Me wanting you to stay is more than enough reason for you to leave.”

My chest aches as emotions I’ll never be able to place a name to pound against my chest. “I’m a princess that ran away from her family and tried to befriend her kidnapper--you can’t possibly be narcissistic enough to believe that you’re what’s corrupted me.”

“Y/n,” his voice is gravely again, the way it was when he first woke up.

“No. What could you possibly think I’d say to that?” He’s insane--I’m not even sure I understand what he’s implying. “You know I’ll never agree with what you’re saying, so I have no idea what kind of reaction you’re looking for.”

“Maybe a genuine one.”

The comment is so frustrating I can’t help but roll my eyes. The irony of Kaz Brekker asking for a genuine reaction to an emotionally heavy comment is almost laughable. “My genuine reaction is that you’re acting like an idiot because I don’t agree with anything you’re saying, but calling someone an idiot after they’ve been stabbed in the chest is a little insensitive so I can’t give you my genuine reaction.”

Kaz half-scoffs, “You don’t agree? Y/n--are you hearing me!? I want--I want you to stay.” Even angry, the admission warms me. He lets out a frustrated sigh. “More than that I want--”

“What?”

He shakes his head once. “I want something that can never be because I can’t give what needs to be given to get it.”

“Kaz, if it involves me staying you don’t need to give anything for that because I don’t want to go.”

“I-want-you-to-stay-with-me.” The admission is pried from him by some invisible force. He speaks so fiercely the sentence comes out as one angry word.

He speaks so quickly a part of me is convinced that I misheard him. I watch him as he moves back to the bed, sitting down in a way so resigned I wonder if I blurted something out on instinct.

“Kaz,” this is embarrassing, “I wanted to stay with you even when I wanted to hate you.”

I take in his measured expression, the only thing implying any kind of reaction is the way his eyebrows draw together. “Don’t say that, you don’t understand what that means.”

“Why? Because you’re convinced you’ll ruin me?”

“Y/n, we’d be together with a wall between us, keeping us from ever touching.”

“I will tolerate any amount of damage you’re so convinced staying with you will bring, I will stay with you and never touch you and think nothing of it--but I will not stay with you just to stand in front of a wall.” I let out a tired breath. “I will stay with you but my one condition will be that you have to let me know you.”

Kaz’s intense gaze wavers. “The first thing you’ll know is that me allowing you to stay is a testament to my greed.”

I give him a sharp look, “It’s not greed if I want to be here.”

He half sighs, leaning against a pillow as he turns to look out the window. “It’s raining,” he muses, “The Saints must have done that for you.”

The sentiment is so soft my heart feels like it’s constricting. “I thought you didn’t believe in the Saints.”

“If they exist, they do so for people like you.”

I push past the emotion in my chest as I move to sit in the same chair I was in earlier. “I was honest when I said I didn’t pray for you.” I scratch the back of my arm, a coldness passing over me. “I didn’t pray because I knew you would be okay because you had to be.”

“They wouldn’t have saved me,” he mumbles, “Or maybe they would have for you.”

I shake my head once, staring at the rain with more fascination than before.

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Hey could u do a blurb of someone probably Mitch or sara or Jeff or Lambert walking in on reader and Harry backstage having sex? Like reader would be so embarrassed and Harry would take it very lightly. And the person walking in teases them all the time about it. Thank you so much. Love 💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟 ur writing.

anon: What about Post-concert love making?

okay so i guess we’re doing this *smiles cheekily* ;

The “whale” was back.

Right at the end of Kiwi, Harry filled his mouth with cool water and sprayed it into the air like a fountain of energy, later it would look like a fountain of love as captured on camera by a fan.

Harry ran off the stage, fans following closely behind in what looked like a stampede almost. He grabbed a black mask from one of his security guards and put it on whilst he started running off backstage. He waved to a couple of fans and blew kisses to as many people as he could, still so very high on adrenaline. When he saw you in his line of vision, his adrenaline only increased. He thought about all that he was about to do to you and swore his cock had never ached so desperately.

He ran past you, grabbing tight onto your hand as he did so forcing you to run with him. Luckily for you, you were only wearing trainers so didn’t feel like you were about to fall over in heels.

“What….” You laughed, not knowing whether Harry could even hear you behind your mask but you underestimated him.

“Just come w’me.” He pulled you further backstage, passing Jeff along the way.

“1 hour before we leave.” Jeff made clear to Harry, knowing your boyfriend had a track record of not keeping an eye on time when it came to intimate activities with you.

“Got it!” Harry shouted back as he continued to run, you behind him.

“1 hour!” Jeff shouted again, emphasising every syllable. Harry laughed and waved him goodbye as he rounded a corner with you.

You both ran down the corridor and took another left, before Harry punched in the code to his dressing room door rapidly and pushed you both in so fast everything was a blur of bodies and pink. Because yes, Harry’s outfit was pink. As soon as the door shut behind you, Harry pushed you against the door, unhooking your mask and throwing it in the bin - same with his, before smashing his lips to yours. His lips were sweaty and the unshaved hairs were bristly against your mouth, but you loved it so fucking much.

“Fuck baby.” He leaned against your lips, pinning his hands either side of your head on the door as his lips took control over yours. His body was a distance away from you, but you pushed yourself into him by gripping the back of his neck and caving yourself into him. He felt so good against you. His body so wet and hard. His torso was glistening in the golden light and he looked so much like a God.

“Did so good tonight, babe.” You talked against his lips.

“Ssh ssh.” Harry whispered, making you stop for a brief moment to listen to him, “Praise me later, love me now.” And you smashed your lips back onto his, pulling yourself even further onto his body so his arms had to go around your waist to support you both. His hands felt warm and flush against your cooler skin and it gave you so many goosebumps it was unnatural. He lifted you up with the strength of his muscular arms and carried you over to the dressing table, kissing you continuously. He put you down safely in a clear spot and untangled his arms around your waist to spread open your legs. Lucky for him, you were wearing a skirt.

His face looked up at yours and smirked. That damn smirk.

“Gonna ruin you m’heart.” How could his words me so corrupted and so sweet at the same time? You didn’t have much time to continue mentally answering that question though, as his fingers pulled aside your panties and his tongue was straight to licking you dry.

“Shit!” You screamed out and Harry brought his other hand up to cover over your mouth to keep you quiet, not needing this moment to be disrupted by someone barging in because they thought something was wrong.

“Shut up and take it like the good girl you are.” He whispered against your sensitive pussy, making your folds flutter and your insides swarm with butterflies. No one could ever make you feel the way your Harry did. Ever. “Taste too good.” He moaned against you, swirling his tongue all over you. In and out. Up and down. He concentrated on your clit until he could feel your legs already beginning to shake. Clearly you had already been close to your release just by watching him perform. He felt the same way just looking at you whilst singing songs like Watermelon Sugar and She.

His tongue destroyed you, pulsing in and out of you so fast until you could barely remember where you were. He was too fucking good at this, no wonder he wrote a song about it.

He left your cunt alone, standing up and making you whine in annoyance. His hand de-clamped from your mouth and he gave you a look like you thought too little of him if you thought he would just leave you this high and no release.

“H, please.” You begged, giving him your best puppy eyes. You were too focused on his hungry expression for you to notice that he was undoing his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring up against his chest. It was the wet noise of his cock hitting his toned abs that made you look down, gasping when you did. It was so thick and the veins were pulsing so proudly. You were so desperate for it, your pussy between your thighs wanting some sort of attention.

“See what you do to me?” He asked rhetorically but you nodded anyways, licking your lips as you looked at his throbbing cock eagerly.

“Want you.”

“Yeah? Y’want me and m’cock?”

“Please.”

He shifted himself forwards slightly, pumping his cock ready in one hand whilst pushing your panties to the side with his other. You moved forwards on the vanity so that you were perching on the edge. The first tip of his cock at your entrance made you breathless, jumping when you felt that sensitive connection between you two.

He pushed himself in slowly, making sure he filled you up completely. He took it slow so you could feel every vein and ever pulse of his cock, making you moan so deliciously when he was balls deep in you. You rested your palms on the vanity behind you and breathed out heavily to catch your breathe from this highly euphoric moment. Harry didn’t wait until you were ready to start pumping into you, pulling himself out of you only to forcefully thrust himself back in.

“Fuck.” He mumbled under his breathe, as one of his hands went to steady you at your waist whilst the other one picked up your thigh and rest it on his hip so he could angle himself better - deeper.

“Feel s’good.” You moaned out between your cries of ecstasy, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

“Feel even better wrapped around m’cock, baby. Been wanting this all night.” He continued to thrust harshly as he spoke, giving no room for adjustment but plenty for pleasure. You felt so good that you never wanted this to end. “The things you do to me… makes me wanna fuck you breathless.”

“Then do it.” You challenged him.

He took you up on that challenge, thrusting into you quicker than he had before and deeper too. You felt him in the pit of your stomach and man did he feel incredible. The wet sounds of skin slapping filled the room and you rolled your head back in the high of it all. Harry took this opportunity to lean forwards and kiss at your neck as much as he could, biting his love into your skin and staining his lips there so everyone knew you were his. He was so believably territorial sometimes. His pace was hard and fast, you high approaching quickly.

“Y’gonna cum, hm?” He asked, already knowing it was a yes.

“Please, need to. Please.” You begged him, moving your arms off the vanity and up around his neck to be closer to him. The movement made you both moan at the difference it made to your pleasures, feeling so warm and desired within the moment to thinking about much else.

“Yeah? Then cum f’me. Only f’me.”

“Just f’you.” You whispered, before kissing him tight as your orgasm overtook you, knowing your moans would’ve been overtly loud otherwise. He kissed you back with so much passion, you couldn’t work out whether it was love or lust or maybe both.

You felt cloud high.

Your lips parted and you both were trying your hardest to breathe, listening to each others heartbeat to sync up and calm down together. Harry kept pecking your lips as his release was still pulsing into inside of you, coating you with his thick cum that you’d no doubt be told to keep in you until he got you to the hotel room to lick it out. Your release left your toes tingling and your head empty, well apart from the dirty thoughts about the wonder man in front of you.

“Well that was—”

The door swung right open and in waltzed Jeff. Harry covered your body with his, still so deep inside of you. You tucked your head into Harry neck to hide you of this terrible and embarrassing moment. Harry’s arms tensed around you at the thought of someone seeing you right now, even though he was the one with his trousers down to his ankles.

“Jesus fuck…” Jeff shouted closing the door behind him over as he walked straight back out. “Lock the door next time.”

“What do you want?” Harry shouted, keeping you firmly encased in his protective hold.

“Plans changed. Need to go now.”

“How about 5 minutes?” Harry asked, knowing he needed some time to wash you clean and make sure you were alright to walk.

“Fine. But that’s all.” Jeff shouted and then you heard him walk away.

“That did not just happen.” You tried to convince yourself, laughing into Harrys neck.

“Just can’t help myself around you, can I?” Harry laughed, kissing the side of your head before he knew he had to get you two ready. Jeff would be back if not and he didn’t need his manager to see him buried deep inside of his girlfriend again.

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