#matchups take like an entire day no lie jesus

[comfort-blankets]

*Matchup*

Ya'll are seriously the cutest blog💖 I'd like a match up if it's still open! I'm a cuddly pan girl that loves food, boxing, cartoons, puppers/doggos, and witchcraft. Very optimistic and open,I can't stand when people feel unloved or unappreciated.

So sorry for the long wait lovely, but thank you so much for the compliment! I thought about this for a while, and found a match based on the information given, but I also had trouble picking between a few other characters as well.

Take in mind that I did think about Genji, Zenyatta, and Pharah!

Have a nice day my friend <3

@raewillmaketheflowersgrow

I ship you with….

Widowmaker!

I’ve actually never found a nice fit for her before based on how cold she can seem, and although the meetings didn’t start out nicely, she really does care about you earlier than you think. I don’t even know if she realized her emotions when she had them.

It took her a while, so I dearly hope you’re patient.

The sky was a quilt when you first met, and it stayed that way for as long as you could remember whenever you saw her. The fabric of the sky was dark, a few dreary clouds etched in by a white moon. You were lucky enough to catch a spider off of her job.

Despite how she puts it to Ana of being the shell of a woman, people often speak their own truths. No longer the Amélie that she was, brainwashed and used as a weapon. It is understandable her hesitance to let herself feel again, to have a soft spot for someone when all that she knows how to do is pull a trigger.

But not even her gun can bring her the feelings she desires.

There are little pricks of emotion sometimes, but she avoids them. Sometimes the feeling of guilt seems better than emptiness, but the mess of becoming a person again sounds rough, and it’s much easier just to kill and have nothing than too much.

But the right amount of kindness downright confuses her.

Amélie meets you in a Café, having been fully planning on going in and out. One she visited hidden in the corner of town once a week, enough to make her feel normal sometimes. The people who work there are too terrified to make conversation, and for a good cause. The few parents who sit at tables with their small children when the sniper arrives leave, rumors from a small town enough to make you feel like more of a criminal than you already are.

Amélie gets it. She’s terrible and she knows. They can stop rubbing it in her face, as it isn’t their business, and they don’t know how truly horrible she really is anyways.

She tells herself she doesn’t care, but in reality has no idea how to feel.

Maybe it’s because she doesn’t.

The killer grows used to the silence of the cooks in the kitchen, already knowing her order and too chicken to ask if she wants anything else. What does she want? Is this how it will be forever, and wherever she stops? ‘That woman is so cold and nasty that her skin turned blue.’

Something pricks under her skin, but this time Amélie understands it.

Loneliness. Sadness.

She doesn’t need anyone anymore, she isn’t humane. There are no morals to be put in her book. You kill, and the job gets done. You get paid, and then you rest.

The café hires a new waitress. That is you standing there, a uniform of however you decide, with a face showing whatever you want. Whatever you feel, you get to express. You are never neutral, have passions and opinions. Amélie finds jealousy in between the pages of the novel she reads whilst resting in her seat.

Everything she could ever want, a life and an exciting future, looking young and stupidly unafraid.

Why do you spend it trying to speak with a cold woman?

The first few months are rocky, a collection of passive aggressive insults, hoping to scare you away with a sharp accent on her tongue. It flickers like a snake with her words, but her reality is confusion.

How long will it be until I hurt you? Why won’t you leave me alone, listen to the people of your happy little town in your happy little life?

When Amélie finally understands that you won’t leave her be, the cold insults stop. Her next move is in avoidance.

The sniper doesn’t speak to you and your cheery conversation starters, and she ignores the prick under her skin when you say you look forward to her visits.

Amélie thought about finding a different café before, but will never admit the fact that she promised herself to come again when you said that to her.

The spider woman begins to explore the menu she never tried, taking your casual recommendations into mind from your previous conversations. She doesn’t answer them, but it is obvious she is listening. She finds herself a little grateful that you don’t point it out after she orders a new drink, a small gleam in your eye.

She finds a new emotion under the dust, nails scraping at the dirt around it.

And she figures out that she is terrified of the friendly way you gaze at her.

The light really does point out everything, doesn’t it?

She adds the feeling to her novel of life anyways, writing shaky and unlike her usual perfect cursive.

Amélie finally answers to your greetings, talks back a little bit. For the first time she isn’t rude, but her facial expression never changes. Most would take it personally, but even when she somehow manages to make you laugh her lips never curve. She wishes for once that she had the ability to enjoy laughing, even if it was just to see you flourish in this moment. The barrier between feeling nothing and having small doses of emotion blurs, and Amélie can hear the voice in the back of her mind telling her to shut these interactions down slowly be drowned out by the wonderful high of speaking to someone again.

You mention wanting to travel, and she states that there’s a nice store out of town you could be interested in. In return, you tell her about a nail salon you heard had good reviews.

When the sniper leaves for 2 weeks to finish up a job, she comes back to see an optimistic smile. Having someone say they missed you while they were gone has never felt so nice. Amélie eats up the attention without noticing, and says that she ‘somehow found something odd missing’ while she was gone. It was the closest thing to a compliment that she could manage, but it seemed more than enough for you.

Amélie brings back a souvenir for you, something she saw at an odd looking store in a dreary town. The sharp eyes of a spider look for things that she didn’t realize she needed, catching the name of the place after her scope finishes a job. You mentioned liking witchcraft, and drinks the look you give her when you open the little present. She forgets to tell you to not get used to it.

She doesn’t want to.

After all, the only reason why she paid for it was because she couldn’t quite remember how to wrap presents correctly.

It wasn’t even near holiday, why was she buying things for you? Why did she keep buying them? What was the point of catching you out the door when you finished your shift late at night, and why did she give in to the urge of pulling you so close to her?

Why did you reciprocate her deadly kiss?

A prickle under skin turns into a bucket of water poured over her body at her realization. How foolish of her to want things when she was who she was, and how terrible of her to make you fall in love with a monster.

A sun is sewed into the sky’s quilt for a few days, but the creator seemed to dislike the design. It is quickly pulled from it’s strings.

Why did she stay with you for a few days?

But most importantly, why did she leave?

Amélie didn’t want them to figure it out. Her emotions, her soft spot. And they never did, because she found herself empty again while you were gone.

While she was gone.

An entire month without you, something odd had turned normal. She wished she could have spoken to you sweetly with her venomous lips before she left.

Her novel reminds her too much of the café and chocolate drinks you recommended, and she leaves it near the bottom of her bag. She hopes that when she returns you will find someone else, but another part of her finds the thought brings an unhealthy pit in her stomach. Being empty has never felt worse.

There is no reason to cry.

The monster sheds tears in it’s quarters, missing something it can never have.

A new mission, a life for another to keep living. Amélie doesn’t look at the names, but recognizes the town. Somewhere outside the one she usually resides at, making her think about moving.

The prickles move over her entire body in disagreement, but she keeps walking.

You were travelling for something to buy at an odd store out of town, and somebody hired her to kill an old grudge. Perhaps they really hated this person and happened to have a lot of money. Or maybe they didn’t care at all, killed for fun with free time. Amélie doesn’t really care about cash anyways since she has enough of it, but it was something to pull her forward.

Food to buy, groceries to be put away. All for one person in a nice apartment. The memory of it is lonely now.

There is no reason to think of home right now.

Amélie has trouble finishing her side of the agreement.

She finds her gun aimed at you from a small, hidden space, glad that nobody is around to see her shaking fingers.

Why doesn’t she look at the names of her victims?

It is her job, her consequence for letting someone close. She has a chance to end this weakness.

There are no prickles to be felt, because everything hits her at once. An emotion to add to the pages of her book, shock. So far she has envy, sadness, terror, happiness, shock, and incredible, terrible, yearning.

A list of things that describe what one is doing:

Holding a quivering finger over a trigger, with a finely done nail from a place someone dear to her recommended.

An eye that keeps coming in and out of focus, dehydrated thing, making water for itself to spill over the table of skin.

A professional that becomes a rookie.

Amélie screams in the back of her mind, and the Widowmaker breaks.

The job is done, but the shot misses.

The noise of a bullet sounds, but it hits nothing. Whether it became one with the Earth or the concrete she didn’t know, because one moment she was perched from her web, an old torn roof, and the next she was pulling you by your arm out of town.

Amélie’s expression shows, and it is murderous.

Protectiveness. Add another page to the novel.

She gives you no time for questions, simply telling you that you are in danger, to come with her immediately. Something in her mind chirps at her that maybe you will agree with her plan, to run away with her and let the spider keep you safe. Your optimism is rubbing on her, and she swipes away the thought as quickly as it came.

You have a right to your anger on her disappearance, and when she is sure that nobody has seen you, she answers every single one of your questions. Honestly. That was a first as well, being so eager to open up to everything.

Her crimes, her terrible mentality, her job. It’s shoved into your head and the Widowmaker speaks so lowly of herself that the venom on her tongue doesn’t seem to ever have been aimed towards you.

She rereads the page covering the topic of shock when you agree with her plan, thinking that you surely would’ve left her.

Amélie sees her tears on your face, why do you feel her pain?

She files the job done, but kills the buyer instead. There will always be people who dislike you, but this way you were safe from another being hired to end you. Someone who was much, much worse than she, probably.

A kind of domesticated life falls over her, something she used to look down upon sickeningly. She doesn’t know how to to feel about it now.

But this time, she actually can.

What did Amélie want with this new life? A new job, a life, a new future?

No.

It all came as a package deal with you, and together you placed her morality where it needed to be. You reminded her that she was always there, no matter if she had changed. Widowmaker and Amélie were the same person, even if it wasn’t how she wanted to be, right in between.

So the spider no longer picked up her gun, and rerouted her life to a new, calm direction.

She finally found her money useful again, running away with the most cheerful woman she’d ever met, and indulging with her those childish activities.

Cartoons? She acts as if she hates them, but is content enough to speak sweet words to you while she plays with your hair, the television running in the background. Later on you have a discussion about a character you like, knowing details not even you noticed.

Her lips are no longer coated in venom, and you have never felt safer with the world’s most accurate sniper behind you.

The quilt in the sky sheds it’s somber colors, a new fabric used to stitch together a new blanket.

A brown dog is etched in at the side.

And when you bring him home, the Widowmaker lets you name him whatever you please.

[axther]

Hi! I loved the way you did my Bnha matchup awhile ago and I was wondering if I could get a Haikyuu one! I’m a 5’1 pan female with long hair that fades from red to blonde. I am very curvy/busty and I am very insecure about it. I am soft-spoken, intelligent, shy, extremely patient, and I get flustered really easily. I love to play the ukulele and sing! I have been bullied for most of my life. I’m also an INTJ, Aquarius and Hufflepuff! Thank you so much!

omfg im so sorry queen 😔 i took far too long w this. I started this at midnight and all my sins are outside the door (05/26: peep the grapes of wrath reference 👀) (also I would just like to mention that i saw the difference between this matchup and your previous one, and the first one was four pages in total. On this one, the first first matchup is four pages. I’m genuinely seeing progress, and it’s throwing me for a loop) 

#1 is...Kuroo! 

you saw this coming, let’s not lie 

Kuroo is abso-fucking-lutely a tiddy man 

Patient plus gets flustered easily??

Redhead????? 

Sign this bastard up right now 

You walked in through the door and in .005 seconds he’s at your side 

“Hey hey hey there, cutie! You here looking for someone?” 

You tell him that you’re there to apply as a manager

and you’re already lighting up like a Christmas tree 

Yamamoto is crying in the background because hallelujah, they’ve got a cute manager!! 

And off the bat, Kuroo’s there for you

The flirting gets taken back a notch so you can focus on your duties as manager 

But once you have a moment?? 

He’s at your side like glue 

Slowly, you create yourself a niche on the team

They joke that you and Yaku are good mom/bad mom 

And Kuroo watches it all

Lev sometimes pisses him off by getting a step too close 

And Kenma just gives Kuroo a side glance 

And it takes him little over three months to realise that he has a crush on you 

What worries him about it is that this is a genuine crush

Most of the ones he had before were driven by looks, or by a solitary incident

And he would just bottle it up and let it fade

But this time??

He’s this 🤏 close to getting a ring and proposing on the SPOT 

So while you had out water bottles he leans against the wall with a lovesick grin

And he pines 

But one day 

You were let off your duties one day 

And after practice, Kuroo goes to look for you 

And he hears snickering by the music room 

And he turns 

Some girls tease you about being thiccer than them 

And you’re about to cry and you’re holding yourself 

There’s a ukelele in your arms but you’re clearly upset 

Kuroo steps in immediately 

He’s furious because Jesus Christ, girls can be so damn mean

And he’s biting their heads off

And no matter how they try to play it off, he’s not having it 

Once they leave with hisses and their wounded pride, you drop to the floor on your knees

He’s kneeling with you, talking as softly and gently as he can

And honestly? 

He’s panicking, too. 

He’s a bit of a womaniser, yes, but most of the time it results in little more than first dates 

And here’s the girl of his dreams, breaking down in the hallway after school’s over

About fifteen minutes in, Kenma and Yaku find him and you 

And you have your head on his shoulder, and you’ve cried yourself asleep

He looks up at them, puts a finger to his mouth, and the two leaves 

The next day Kuroo’s literally never leaving your side 

He told all of the team what happened 

And Lev mentioned it to his seatmate 

Who mentioned it to a TA 

Who mentioned it to...yeah you know what’s up

So when you get to your shoe locker, it’s filled with positive notes and even some sweets! 

There’s even a rose in there, and you keep all of it with you all day 

Classmates come up and tell you that if you need anything, they’re there for you! 

The three girls that started it in the first place are forced to publicly apologise, thanks to not only both of the volleyball teams but a couple of delinquents that lent some muscle 

Kuroo is with you all day and he’s ecstatic that people are coming together to make you happy! And soon enough people figure out exactly why Kuroo had to be picked up and dragged away from your class 

And soon you and Kuroo become the talk of the school, in the way that you and Kuroo don’t know 

People ship it ofc 😚✨

by the end of the week people are asking Kuroo when he’s going to get the balls to ask you out 

Very quickly he has the support of the entire school on asking you out 

Cue the wildest week of his life 

Everyone’s giving him ideas left and right 

And he gets overwhelmed, which feels weird, but that friday, he’s walking you home

And he’s biting his lip, but in a nervous way

You lean in and ask him what’s wrong 

“Nothing! Nothing at all! Just thinking at lot, that’s all. Nothing you should worry your pretty little head about.” 

He ruffles your hair but you see right through him

“You know you can talk to me, right?” 

And there’s a moment 

He stood still

The hundred muscles in his neck stood out in high relief 

And the sunset went deep into his eyes and lit the embers in them

And before you or him could think

He leans down and kisses you

It’s soft, and quiet, lingering but barely there

Neither of you pull away until he opens his eyes, and he takes a second, 

And you stare up at him

And he’s staring at you

And then he steals another kiss again, this time definitely there, 

And he picks you up and swings you around while still kissing you 

When you pull away from breath he’s laughing and just giddy as hell

He holds you in his arms, rocking you back and forth 

He’s nuzzling your hair and just so, so soft 

Damn now I feel soft 

#2 is...Nishinoya! 

Boy is THRILLED 

You’re shorter than him!! 

Than HIM!!!! As soon as he sees you he’s on his knees begging to god he has a chance 

You call him ‘sempai’ and the boy is gone 

He can and will dramatically fall over with his hand over his heart every time you do anything vaguely cute 

Though you brush off his affections, considering how he would act around Kiyoko, he’s dead serious 

As soon as he realises he likes you, he’ll stop flirting with anyone else 

It’s abrupt, and most of the team notices 

The best way to convey how he feels about you is this 

99 percent of the time, your interactions could be considered as him, laying on his stomach and letting his legs swing back and forth

And he’s staring at you with a blush and holding up his head with his hands while you literally just stand there 

But anyway

Even though everyone wants to help Nishinoya get with you, he refuses 

He wants this to be 200% his own making!! 

All from the heart!! 

He starts out with flirting with you like he used to 

But when all that happens is that you get flustered, he moves onto plan B

And that’s gifts!! 

You find that every day, as soon as you step into the gym, Nishinoya has some sort of treat or present 

The first day, he gave you GariGari popsicles

the second, he gave a bunch of crude (but well intentioned) chocolates 

He’s doing his absolute best!! 

You get an inkling of an idea, but you’re too shy to ask him what his intentions are 👉👈

And though he’s so rambunctious, he’s too shy to tell you outright immediately 👉👈

It goes to mutual pining

And then he gives you another gift...

So it’s just this cycle

(and now the meme makes sense) 

But then, after a month, it becomes clear to Nishinoya and his wallet that this isn’t working

So he leaves love letters!! 

He wants to be as romantic as possible!! 

And every time you get them, he sees you get all giddy and flustered and now he’s giddy 

Does Tanaka call him a simp? 

Yes

But he calls Tanaka a simp for Kiyoko right on back, so...

#3 is...Yachi! 

Blushy baby blushy baby blushy baby 

Take one (1) look at her and tell me she wouldn’t absolutely have a crush on you

She has the cute classmate that gets really flustered 

And is super sweet and patient and never get angry

Oh my god she would love you so much 

She wouldn’t confess to your face, either 

She blabs to the entire team and all her friends about you 

And it’s cute as hell because she’ll talk about how gentle you were when someone was freaking out over a test

Or how you aced said test 

She’s in constant awe of you 

She thinks you’re an angel 

So one day, while she’s talking to her friends 

And you were supposed to be out delivering papers, but you’re done early 

You overhear her 

“She’s just so kind and sweet and pretty...I love her so much…” 

Yachi sounds so dejected 

You want to comfort her 

But then 

“Honestly, YN’s just the best girl...she’s pretty, and she’s smart. I don’t think I’d ever be able to ask her out.” 

Yachi’s friends see you right behind her

And they’re all like ‘ahaha we dippin’ 

As they leave, Yachi turns

And is face to face with you

She lights up in the spot

And she’s stammering, trying to somehow make an excuse

When you give her a soft smile and play a bit with your hands 

“I would….I would like it if, maybe, a-and you don’t have to if you don’t want to! But there’s a crepe shop that just opened, and would you wanna…?” 

You ask her, and she’s elated 

She’s lowkey shrieking with joy 

She’s jumping on you with a hug 

And she may be bright red, but goddamnit!! She’s gonna kiss her gf!!!

@shslpotato

[axther]

for a matchup: i’m a ravenclaw, infj, straight female that values authenticity and intelligence overall. i absolutely love learning more things. i am known for being accepting and easygoing but i’m also more blunt too. my favorite thing is when i can just be around someone and not worry about what to say. and once you get to know me i’m also known for having a dark (unique?) sense of humor! thank u so much

I am such a sucker for dark humour lmao i always feel bad but hey don’t we all (please say yes) 

#1 is...Todoroki! 

Au👏🏻then👏🏻tic👏🏻it👏🏻y

This boy LOVES it 

Yes he’s very passive about it and doesn’t show it a lot 

But it comforts him a lot that you won’t lie often, if not at all, and that you’re being your truest self around him 

He’s spent too much time with people that are two-faced to want someone like that 

So long that you’re genuine, you can say whatever you want 

(short of insulting him, of course) 

Especially if it’s you roasting Endeavour 

You: god what a fucking jackass 

Todoroki, internally, while externally looking uninterested: holy SHIT god THat’s My WIFE i hear weDDING bellSSS where’s the RinGGG

Also your humour?? I’m so sorry if i make it too dark but 

Let’s say mineta tries something 

And you get pissed

You spin around and just yell ‘Run before I make the Armenian Genocide look like a fucking joke!’ 

This gets the attention of everyone in class 

and also has mineta hurling himself out the door 

Since you’re the intellectual type with a penchant for dark humour, then that means dark history jokes. 

You could say the Library of Alexandria had furry porn in it

And not only would, like, three people believe you

It would go over their heads just how good that joke was 

Maybe the library of alexandria did have furry porn and we will never know 

That’s the beauty of it, yanno? 

But either way Todo thinks it’s funny and maybe he doesn’t get some of it but it’s ok bc he loves you :)

#2 is...Iida! 

Please for the love of god help this man get a proper sense of humour 

People like Todoroki have some humour, though it’s sometimes unintentional  

But this man doesn’t have any type of actual humour

So when you walk in saying something along the lines of ‘the murder failed and now someone has a concussion-caused amnesia’ he LOSES it 

‘You surely did not attempt to kill someone, right? Right?’ 

(tell him yes and he’ll avoid you for the whole day before realising you really were joking) 

Once he picks up one your humour he’ll try to replicate it

But of course it takes several tries 

(read: about a month) 

No one knows exactly how to handle it? 

But when they realise it’s coming from you they all relax

But then it poses another question

Is the class pres dating you? 

The thing about this is that the entire thing is more or less kept under wraps 

Iida has enough about reporters and fans buzzing around his family that he doesn’t want them around you too. 

So it wasn’t like he announced it to 1-A 

But one day when maybe Denki or Mineta is trying to hit on you and Iida’s doing his best to remain calm 

One of the girls tries to intervene 

‘Hey, aren’t you dating Iida, though?’ 

You just shrug 

And Iida decides that hey, maybe, fuck the reporters

And he gets up and just goes off

‘Yes, Y/N and I are currently dating, and I have full intentions of not ending it! It makes me very uncomfortable when others attempt to flirt with her, so please stop!’ 

And then he turns to you 

‘My dear, I am sorry about my outburst. I’ve just exposed us.’

And you’re just like 

‘Uh, yeah. That was the whole point.’ 

Iida.exe has stopped working 

Gonna need to boot up the whole family because? 

Who knew Iida could keep a secret so well? 

#3 is...Bakugou! 

Dark humour gang 

As we all know he has a high brain cell count for a feral bastard, so he always gets your jokes  

So after one about a man with a match to be warm for an hour versus being set on fire and being warm for life, he lets out a really quiet chuckle 

It’s really, really toned down, enough that no one should hear 

But we all know that the Bakusquad could hear it from a mile away 

Now the thing about this is that this is before you two are dating 

So when the squad puts two and two together they are so giddy 

Maybe not for all the right reasons but they are obviously going to try and help their friend 

Kirishima has cleaning duty with King Explosion Murder, but oh no, he saw a puppy on the way to school and he wanted to go check on it, but it wouldn’t be manly to leave Bakugou to do the cleaning on his own, and oh my god, you’d be willing? 

(later that night, Kiri felt like it wasn’t manly to lie to you about his chore, but still…) 

Mina had a study session between you, Denki, and Bakugou when Jesus! Denki got hit by a car! 

Okay so they knew that excuse was shit but they KNEW that you couldn’t be that oblivious 

Thankfully, they were right 

After about five times of that happening and six times that bakugou almost insulted you but instead choked on his own words, you decide to take the initiative 

During lunch one day you just walk over and tap bakugou on the shoulder 

He turns, about to fling someone out the window, but then he sees you 

He goes quiet and lets you talk 

‘Hey i heard there’s a new ramen place down the street and did you want to go with me?’

Bakugou doesn’t answer 

‘I’ll pay,’ you add

He’s dumbstruck, before howling 

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask, shitty woman?! What took you so fucking long? And what makes you think that you have to pay?! Do you think I’m broke or some dumb shit?! I’m not fucking-’ 

‘We don’t have to go.’

‘I’ll see you at six on Wednesday, if that’s a good time for you.’