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hi jenni! thank you so much for all of your writing, it's so good! i would love it if i could please get a romantic self ship for a drabble or oneshot, whatever your preference, with cato from the hunger games?
my name is lisa and i go by she/her pronouns! i have medium brown hair that goes a little bit past my shoulders, light brown eyes, and dark eyelashes. i am an entj because i get very focused on school/making sure i put 100% into any task in front of me. i paint, draw, spend a lot of time outdoors, write, and am social on varying degrees- i talk too much with people i know but not a whole lot with strangers. i think i'd consider myself to be ambitious, too. i pride myself on getting to know people well enough that i know how to phrase the smallest sentence so that it'll make them laugh.
a few things i cannot stand: people who send me writing requests with literally nothing to go off of (your remark about people sometimes treating writers like a machine is so on point!), slow walkers, people who litter, and arugula. why is it in salads there's no point??
ok i think that was a little too much lol but i can't wait!! thank you again! 🥰
(Ships are closed and it's unlikely I will ever do them again especially now when I'm no longer a Tumblr writer, this event was held only for my friends in December 2021)
I read this over a few times during writing (SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ARGH, I'm finally doing these as I'm preparing to wrap things up) and ALWAYS read "arugula" as "tarantula" and I was where the fuck do you live if tarantula salads are a common thing 😅 But I've heard many people don't like it, there's this 50's American diner styled restaurant in our northern neighboring city, and they put aragula in a lot of dishes, like on top of a nacho platter if you order it as a main course, I don't mind it but I understand why many do. Our cook here often puts nettle leaves in salads during summers, some of my Tumblr friends have been horrified by it before 😂
Also, I wanted to spend a moment to tell you how you're one of those people who kept me standing when I felt like I want to quit because of trolls and hate I got, or when things first started going south. You're an amazing person Lisa, and I'm sad to know that my time in the community might start to be up because it means I have to leave so many amazing people behind, like you. I have felt like this for a long time, over a year already, with some moments where I feel like I don't want to leave because accepting that I have to leave people behind hurts so much, to get rid of bad leaves I have to cut out some good leaves too. But during the time when I was part of the community, you were one of those people who grew to be important to me, whose comments I cherished, who I loved interacting with. I miss that time and I know I will miss it 5 years from now, when everything was still well. You will stay in my memories as one of those who supported me when I was feeling grim or like I can't write. Your comments were often simple and you didn't even say anything about the quality of my writing, like you commented "when will this be me? that's the goal babes." into one of my Kaz fics, and they still made me smile and feel good about myself and my writing/my effort to make people smile with my content. I do miss the interaction and the little community we had all that time ago, every time I publish something in AO3.
I hope you will stay in this community for a long time or if you ever decide to leave, you won't deactivate. I will surely visit your blog time to time, just to remember you, even if I won't be logged in. Reading our old asks and remembering how fun I had interacting with you. Or maybe someday I'll log back in and hit you with a message, who knows. I'll definitely pop by to tell you about meeting Freddy (+ Kit, Amita, Jessie, Archie and Dean) at least when I've come back from London in March and maybe send you pictures and videos from there.
But I want to thank you for being there and being such a good friend, the community is lucky to have you <3
Whoever first thought that the Hunger Games were a good idea to cope with lack of entertainment was a psychopath. Or no, anyone who thought it's good entertainment was a psychopath. Or a sociopath. To have bloodthirsty teenagers run across the forest killing each other was something Lisa had never understood - yet here she was, fighting off a girl who had found the little nest Lisa had built for an hour. She thought she had been good at camouflaging it, and she had maybe been too confident in herself as now she had a spear sticking through the side of her adobmen and a girl straddling her, trying to shove a knife into her throat.
Lisa flailed pathetically and the girl laughed. "You know, it's a pity to kill you. You could have become a famous author."
Splendid, one of Lisa's readers was about to kill her.
"It's a pity you will never read them once I do," Lisa hissed back and managed to kick the girl before scrambling backward, jerking her own knife out of her bag and throwing the cover aside. The girl rolled back before locking eyes with Lisa again. She eyed her own knife for a moment, and then at Lisa's knife. They both stood there for a moment, ready to fight, but then the girl lowered her knife. She clenched her jaw.
"You're lucky my knife isn't sharp enough to kill you at one go. I was unlucky when picking weapons. I mean, you'd think they provided us with new, sharpened ones," she said quietly and her eyes flickered at the spear sticking out on Lisa's side. "But if I'm lucky, that will kill you. Maybe maggots will nest there and you die by infection."
She took some steps backward, and then turned away, running into the night. Lisa groaned as the adrenaline started to fade and pain started to kick in.
"Motherfucker..." Lisa mumbled, looking at the spear. It hadn't gone through her, which made her curse even more. She definitely wouldn't be able to push the spear all the way through her body so she'd be able to snap it and pull it out to bandage it. She could try, and risk getting paralyzed in the process. Leaving it there, on the other hand, would lead to an infection. Either way, her game was over.
Lisa scoffed - authors rarely got killed by their readers. Lisa knew it wasn't personal, that girl had likely forced herself to be cold towards others for survival. She likely had a loving family, friends who prayed she'd make it home, that she'd win the Games. She did it for them. But the spear still didn't hurt any less.
Then, Lisa heard steps approaching her little tent. Rustle as a pair of feet hit the leaf-covered forest floor. She didn't even try to hide, if it was someone, they would likely be able to kill her in a heartbeat. So she waited, a moment, two. A shadow appeared to the doorway, and a figure crouched.
"Well, well, well. Someone else got the cutie before I could?" a voice said, that arrogant voice belonging to a guy Lisa had sparred with before the Games. They had had a flirting session, which felt kind of awkward now - she had called him cute too, and he had gotten visibly flustered.
"Cato," Lisa greeted the boy, rolling her eyes as he invited himself to step into Lisa's space. "Please, come in."
Cato's eyes flickered from her to her makeshift bed, to a few weapons Lisa had acquired. "Nice place. Nicer than mine, at least."
Lisa cocked an eyebrow. "I thought you formed a gang of some kind, where did you leave them?"
Cato sighed and scoffed. "Sleeping. I heard a noise coming from here and wanted to come and see what's happening and if I can join the fun."
Lisa looked at her wound and shrugged. "Well, my game is over. So, if you want to put me out of my misery..."
Cato scoffed, taking a hold of the spear and Lisa hissed at the feeling. "I did say that I wouldn't want a cutie like you dying among the first ones."
Then, a sickening crunch was heard and Lisa cried out, feeling blood gushing out of her backside. She felt some pressure a moment longer, before she saw Cato holding some bloody stick in his hand. It took her a moment to realise that the spear had disappeared, but blood was now gushing out of her adobmen. She quickly took a roll of bandage and started unwrapping it and wrapped it around herself and securing it with a pin.
She then looked up at Cato, searching his face. "You saved me."
Cato smirked, tucking a strand of Lisa's hair behind her ear. "Hunger Games is about dying in a fight. Someone has to see the life disappearing from your eyes as they twist a knife into your heart. It isn't entertainment if we all die by infections."
Lisa narrowed her eyes at him, trying to ignore the fact how tenderly he just touched her. "So you accept it as a form of entertainment?"
Cato hummed. "It's not like we have a choice. We are their entertainment, whether we want it or not. They're watching us right now, speculating if we'll be the tragic love story this season."
Lisa almost choked in her spit. "Love story? Us?"
Cato licked his lips, his smirk still on his face. "I just saved your life. We sit here peacefully, we aren't threatening each other. They probably think we're about to marry each other by now."
Lisa raised her eyebrows at him again, but then scooted away from him. "Well, when we meet the next time, those speculations will die."
Cato shrugged, standing up and started to back away towards the doorway. "Or then they won't. See, I'm not planning to be the one who kills you, unless you try to kill me."
With that, he disappeared into the night, leaving Lisa wondering what would happen within the next days - if Cato really meant what he said or if he just tried to manipulate her. If he was just trying to get close to strike when she least expected it.
But, a voice in her head said, maybe he was being genuine. Did Lisa's little flirting with him really do that, him going almost soft? What would happen if only the two of them would be left standing, would he kill her then? Or did he think she gets killed without it being him?
Lisa reclined on her makeshift bed, staring at the roof for a moment longer before letting herself to have a moment of rest before the next day - maybe she'd attempt to find Cato and manage to clear things some more.
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congrats on 2k my love! 🦋 for umbrella academy and/or harry potter please! name is P and im short, brown hair, brown/black eyes, freckles. she/her and male preference for ship please! i'm a ravenclaw, wand is hazel wood with a unicorn hair core, 10 ½" and hard flexibility, irish wolfhound is my patronus and golden trio era please! i love baking, singing and writing! i really dislike carrots and ignorant people. i'm really loyal and ambitious and trustworthy and understanding. thank you!<3
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Ben Hargreeves
Let’s pretend he’s 18/19 for this headcanon’s sake
The two of you probably met while the Umbrella Academy was on a mission one day. He was covered in blood and looked miserable but he sparked your interest as the two of you locked eyes for a brief second
Little did the two of you know that you would both meet again later that night when Ben snuck out to go to the local diner for a donut and a milkshake
He saw you sitting a booth all alone and decided that you could use some company so he went over to your seat and said:“Hi could I sit here?”
“Oh uhm, yeah of course.” You said after your shock of seeing him stand in front of you wore off which was thankfully rather quickly
You were pleasantly surprised when you found out that he wasn’t a cocky and ignorant child like many famous children were seen as
The night seemed to go by so quickly because before you knew it, your table was littered with many empty plates and mugs of hot chocolate and the diner owner was pushing you two out the door
Like the sweetheart he is, he offered to walk you home which was much farther from the Academy but he didn’t mind though it was terribly late by the time you both got there
“Why don’t you stay the night? It’s not safe out during this hour.”
“P I’m a superhero, I’ll be fine. But I will stay if it makes you feel better.”
And that’s exactly what he did, expect instead of sleeping the two of you sat on your couch talking until you eventually passed out
When you finally woke up, it was the afternoon and you were sleeping alone on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you
Your place was quiet and you highly doubted that Ben was still here
On your coffee table you saw a note which read: Dad didn’t know I snuck out, I’ll see you again tomorrow. -Ben
So the next night, at the same time and place, you met with Ben again and the same thing happened: multiple plates and mugs on your table, the owner pushing you out the door, then walking back to your place where you would talk all night until you passed out
And each morning when you woke up there was always a note and day for when the next late night meet-ups would happen
This went on for nearly two months and every-time, he rarely spoke about his family though he didn’t avoid the topic completely. If you had nay questions or curiosities he was happy to answer them, he just felt as though mentioning his family was bragging in a way and he didn’t want to be that kind of person
So the shock you felt when you entered the diner to see the seats filled with the rest of his siblings was almost overwhelming
“P, these are my siblings. Guys this is P.” Ben introduced as you walked up to the booth and that was the first of many nights where the Hargreeves siblings would sneak out of bed every weekend their father was out of town to meet up with you. Ben still went every other Tuesday and Friday for some time just between the two of you though
and Cedric Diggory
Cedric was walking to the kitchens after Quidditch practice for a snack when the sweet smell of vanilla filled his senses and he could’ve sworn he heard someone singing
“Dinner might be good tonight.” He thought to himself as walked through the doors to the kitchens only to see it almost empty causing him to wonder where that smell came from if the House Elves weren’t making anything as of now
Shrugging the thought off, he walked towards the fridge only to freeze in his steps when he saw a student taking something out of the oven. They were humming a song and didn’t seem to sense his presence
When they turned around, they almost dropped the tray of baked cookies and that was when Cedric realized who it was
“P, what are you doing here?” He asked after you placed the tray of cookies onto the counter-top
Hufflepuff shared quite a few classes with Ravenclaw so it wasn’t a surprise that you both knew each-other though you’ve never really spoken
“I’m uh, baking.” For some reason it sounded like a lie despite it being the truth. The evidence was right there in front of you
Cedric mentally slapped himself for asking such a stupid question
“Oh right.”
It was very awkward silence between the two of you for a few seconds until you offered him a cookie which he gladly accepted. He even offered to stay and help you clean up, suddenly forgetting his previous desires to get a quick snack than go to bed until dinner
Of course, it was quite awkward as you two cleaned up the mess you had created and your small-talk turned into a conversation about your classes
Mainly complaining about Snape
The conversation sadly ended by the time you were finished in the kitchens and you both realized dinner was going to start soon. He walked you back to your Common Room - despite your many protests because “there’s a lot of stairs you know?” - and didn’t seem to complain the way up
Not expecting to talk to him again, you were surprised to see him walk up to you after class on Monday with a soft smile as he asked about your day
It was a short conversation but you appreciated the gesture
He would often walk into the kitchens in hopes of seeing you. Most of the time he does but other times it’s only the House Elves but when he does walk in on you baking, you usually don’t notice until he says something
“You have a beautiful singing voice you know?”
Always manages to scare you by doing so causing you to glare at him for making you almost drop what you were holding
“If you do that again I’m not giving you any.”
He’s just so sweet and spends most of his free time with you whether it be in the library, the kitchens, or an empty corridor. He doesn’t care where, as long as it’s with you
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Shyan Shipping Society - Christmas Fic Rec List
ho ho hello!
your besties at the shyan shipping society coming to you with an early christmas treat: a list of our all time favorite christmas fics! these are recommended by members of our lovely server.
fics marked with an ‘♦️’ are written by our server members, can have been written before or after they joined <3
♦️ may your days be merry and bright by bodhirookes | G, 19K, complete
“Your turn, Ry Ry.”
Ryan looks down to find only one piece of paper remaining. “Wow, so much selection to choose from.”
“No time for your negativity, Scrooge. Your Secret Santa deserves a better attitude.”
Ryan sticks his tongue out, but takes the slip of paper. He’s loudly yelling Give me Jen, please please please give me Jen as he unfolds it, but he’s too busy begging for her to be truly prepared for what he ends up getting:
A simple but damning SHANE in Andrew’s scribbly handwriting.
Or, Ryan gets Shane for Secret Santa and has a subsequent breakdown about what to get him
Before the Mistletoe by ardentfilmgeek | G, 2K, complete
After an impulsive, drunken kiss with his best friend at a office party, Shane figures he could cheer himself up by watching the Kacey Musgraves Christmas Special with Kelsey. That's it. Nothing more, and nothing less.
But how's a guy supposed to do that when Ryan freaking Bergara is sitting right there.
With Bells On by MercurySkies | M, 5K, complete
Shane likes Christmas well enough. He likes the warm, spicy, alcoholic beverages, the tomfoolery of office parties, the time spent with loved ones. He likes it well enough, but as the first of the month rolls around the sense of dread, of anxiety, starts to simmer in the back of his mind, in the bottom of his stomach. There’s nothing pleasant about the flu, about the social demands of countless Yuletide get-togethers, the hyper vigilance required to avoid meeting Ryan under the mistletoe.
This Christmas I Gave You My Heart..but the very same day you tried to exorcise me by Queercoded_Villain | M, 5K, complete
Ryan used to laugh at the fan theories, he found it funny.
Right until something happened on a location that he just can't get out of his mind.
Shane has no clue why his best friend acts so distant, so he invites him over for Christmas Eve, even though he knows something's not right.
The fic Where Ryan doubts himself and Shane for once just wants to believe.
you shine like silver in the sunlight by Anonymous | G, 2K, complete
Ryan laughs, even though that wasn’t funny at all. Shane can tell that he’s a little tipsy already, because he’s more giggly than usual, and he’s just—he’s absolutely endearing when he’s like this. He hates Ryan for making him feel this way—soft and completely infatuated.
♦️ Mistletoe by quackers | T, 4K, complete
There's only room for one very specific cat in Ryan's life.
Modern Rustic by beethechange | E, 21K, complete
Ryan’s thinking about Beauty and the Beast. He’s thinking about the wi-fi network, “Be Our Guest,” and about talking teapots and grumpy clocks and matchmaking candelabras. That’s how this cabin feels: not haunted, enchanted. Like when he leaves a room, the smart appliances start talking to each other, and they’re all talking about him.
“I think,” he says, finally, “that if we looked around this place hard enough, we’d find a rose underneath a—a glass thing, what’s it called—losing petals. Metaphorically.”
we hope you enjoy these fics and they get you in the christmas mood! if you like them please consider a kudo and a comment! and let us know if you have any recs!
#mod isaac#shyan shipping society#shyan fic#shyan#fic recs#we took an oath#skeptic believer#watcher after dark#buzzfeed unclean
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I looked at ao3 to see how popular certain ships are and was served a bucket of cold water to the face when I saw the number 14k fics on Jensen/jared and like 2k on cockles. I guess I’m just completely isolated from Jensen/jared part of the fandom that I never even heard of it being a thing? and it turns out despite how much ppl speculate on cockles no one actually seems to ships it. I even decided to check the number of fics since nov 5th to gauge the current fandom situation 1/2
and there’s roughly 6k new destiel fics, 700 w*ncest, 300 jen/jar, 100 cockles, idk why I’m telling you this but it’s just that I’ve seen br*nlies complain about cockles that it’s gross and “it’s destiel shippers forcing them to act out their fantasies about destiel on panels’ or whatever when irl cockles fics are severely outnumbered by jen/jar fics and the popularity of destiel doesn’t reflect on cockles 2/2
Part of J2’s popularity is the fact that pre-Cas, the only possible gay ship on the show was W*ncest and not everyone was comfortable with that so they decided to start shipping the actors instead. And then the W*ncest shippers shipped it as WELL. I also think that the huge difference in fics is that J2 shippers usually coincide with W*ncest shippers and they tend to be the types who have less of an issue than with the moral aspect of shipping and writing fanfic about any possible pairing so there’s less of an issue in people’s minds about writing rpf, unlike Destiel & Cockles.
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hold me close - comfort
Title: hold me close
Square Filled: comfort
Ship: Sander Driesen and Robbe IJzermans
Trigger Warnings (if applicable):
Created for @skamevents
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This is my work for the comfort square of the BINGO card. I know it’s been a while since I’ve managed to complete one of these (the Friends with Benefit prompt in my drafts is screaming), but my recent battle with my own stress in terms of my math test(s) managed to manifest itself into Robbe being stressed about a math test so *shrugs*. But, I hope you guys enjoy!
(don’t worry, it’s only 2k words)
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Robbe had been eerily quiet all day. He hadn’t even responded to Sander’s message about how his test had gone today.
Sander knew that his boyfriend was studying for his upcoming finals. When he focused on schoolwork and especially on studying, he always tended to be silent anyway. But, Sander had a feeling that crawled beneath his skin and made his stomach sink. With every short text back, his stomach only continued to sink further in the pit of his stomach and his brain was focused on Robbe, not on the piece in front of him. By the time that lunch had hit and Robbe had only responded to him briefly, Sander was worried. Robbe always threw himself too far into his studying tactics and Sander knew the toll that it took on him.
Pulling out his phone, sitting across from Noor in the café, he saw that Robbe hadn’t responded and his fingers moved to his chat with Jens, the one that he rarely used, and he sent him a text.
Sander: Is Robbe okay?
It didn’t take long to respond.
Jens: He’s definitely stressed. He went home after today’s test to study some more.
Jens: He’s got his math test tomorrow, I think.
Sander: Okay, I just haven’t heard from him.
Sander: How did your tests go?
Jens: Mine went okay. And, don’t worry. I’m sure he’s just studying.
But, he was worried.
Especially since his math test was tomorrow.
In their late-night calls, in which Sander would spend the majority of the time either drawing Robbe or trying to convince him to sleep, Robbe had mentioned that this math exam was on Thursday and how nervous he was for it. Even between all of his other studying, he would stop working on whatever subject and switch to math. When the problem wasn’t behaving like he wanted to, he would get frustrated and upset and all Sander could do was watch from another side of the screen, try to calm him down and remind him that he needed to take a step back.
Sander: Are we still meeting for a little bit after class?
When Sander had checked his phone, before the start of his final class for the day, he saw that his message hadn’t been read. As soon as his final class had dismissed them, Sander was already half-packed up, portfolio under his arm, and out of the room without hesitation. Normally, he hung around and talked to his professor or the model, sometimes until Robbe would come in and pull him out. But, Robbe wasn’t standing out in the hallway and his bike wasn’t locked up in their place.
Without thinking, just worried about him, his feet took him in the direction of Robbe’s apartment. It wasn’t far from his school, maybe a little out of his way to his house, and he was halfway up the stairs to the building when he nearly ran over Robbe’s mom, who was headed out of the building and ruffling through her purse, in his haste to make sure Robbe wasn’t pushing himself. The woman was dressed for work, or maybe she had just gotten home from work, her long brown curls pulled up in a ponytail, and she beamed up with him in a smile that Robbe had inherited.
“Sander!” the woman spoke cheerily. “Robbe’s up in his room. He’s studying for his test. Are you staying long? I’m going to the store and then I’ll make us all dinner!”
“I don’t know,” Sander admitted, feeling anxious and restless to get to Robbe. “But, dinner sounds wonderful.”
“Okay, well, you know where the spare key is. I’ll be back soon.”
Then, the woman was gone, turning the bend to the store, and Sander was racing across the lobby to the stairs, taking them two-at-a-time. The IJzermans apartment was on the second floor, right by the stairs. As soon as Sander reached the door, the brass 26 shining on the front, he fished out the spare key from the garden pot outside the door, where he had put it the last time he was over, and opened the front door with ease.
His eyes lingered on the familiar surroundings of Robbe’s brown jacket on the hook, his tennis shoes on the floor beneath it, and his keys on the table. Sander toed off his black converse, his eyes darting down the hallway to Robbe’s open room, and placed his portfolio on the floor beside it. As he shrugged off the lightweight jacket that he had worn in place of his leather jacket, moving to hang it beside Robbe’s, he heard the floorboards creak beneath his weight and Robbe say, “Mama? Did you forget something?”
Robbe stepped out into the hallway, running a hand through his messy hair, and Sander felt his heart break a little.
His boyfriend’s eyes were tired and worn. Even beneath the green hoodie that hung on his shoulders and the sweats that he was wearing, he could see that Robbe’s shoulders were slumped and stiff. His entire body seemed on edge and his eyes darted across Sander’s entire face and form as he questioned, his voice displaying the tiredness that he felt, “Sander? What are you doing here?” Before Sander could say anything or move to wrap his arms around him, he saw the realization in Robbe’s brown eyes and he let out a string of curses, running his hands over his face, “We were supposed to meet up.”
“Robbe,” Sander spoke, stepping forward.
“I’m sorry,” Robbe continued hurriedly, his words partially slurring together as he made a beeline into his bedroom. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Sander followed him, trying to reach out to touch him but Robbe was a step ahead, moving in the direction of his desk where his phone was. “I’ve been studying and I didn’t check the time and-”
“Robbe, you don’t have to apologize,” Sander cut off, stepping forward to hold him in his arms. He wrapped his arms around Robbe’s shoulders, pulling him back against his chest. Robbe let out a sigh, leaning back into his embrace as his head tilted down to look at his phone. From his spot over his shoulder, Sander could see the names of the texts that he had missed and he could feel Robbe get tense beneath his arms. “Baby,” Sander spoke, leaning his cheek against Robbe’s shoulder.
“Hmm?”
“You need to take a break.”
“I can’t,” Robbe spoke, dropping his phone down on the desk. It landed on a binder, sliding down until it hit the floor (and thankfully didn’t shatter), but neither one of them moved to pick it up. Robbe moved to his desk, his right hand moving through his notes at a frantic pace, but his other hand moved to overlap with Sander’s hand on his shoulder, gripping onto Sander’s long fingers tightly. “I still have so many notes to look through. Plus, I still need to do the practice problems from three sections and that’s not even counting the review problems I should look back over.”
“Robbe.”
“And, I have to at least look over the midterms at some point,” Robbe continued, his eyes darting all over the desk in front of him. Sander stepped forward, so their bodies were flushed together, and he could feel Robbe’s body momentarily relax. “He tends to repeat problems so looking over the midterms will help me when he pulls a problem similar to that on the final.”
“Robbe,” Sander whispered. “How long have you been studying?”
“Since I got home.”
“Which was?”
“Uh, around 11, I think,” Robbe admitted.
“Baby, it’s past 16:00,” Sander spoke. “You need to take a break or you’re going to overwork that beautiful brain of yours.”
“But, I can’t stop, Sander!” Robbe spoke, his voice louder. He flinched out of Sander’s arms, his shoulders shaking as he leaned over the desk. His hands gripped tightly onto the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning bone white. Trying to give Robbe the space that he needed, he took a step back but he ran a hand across Robbe’s back, trying to soothe him, trying to offer him some method of comfort. “I can’t stop. I feel like I haven’t learned anything and I can’t remember what to do so I need to study.”
“No,” Sander whispered, running a hand across his back. “You need to take a break.”
“Sander,” Robbe spoke, turning towards him. There were tears prickling the corners of his eyes, tears of frustration, and Sander nearly started weeping at the sight. Robbe was one of the smartest people that Sander had ever known, but to see him doubting himself so drastically, to see him pushing himself so hard that his brain was shutting down, hurt his heart. Robbe continued, his words streaming together, broken and wet, “I can’t stop studying because I don’t understand what’s going on. Every time I look at the page, I feel like I’m finding something else that I don’t understand. It’s like I haven’t seen it before! And, I have a test tomorrow morning and I need to do good or I’m not going to pass. At the very least, I need to memorize the formulas so I can use them-”
Robbe cut himself off, a sob ripping through his body. The tears slipped past the rim of his eyes, slipping across his cheekbones and down his jaw. Robbe squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold the rest of them back, to stop himself from crying completely, but Sander stepped forward again, cupping the back of his head and pulling the smaller boy flush against him.
As soon as Sander’s arms were wrapped tightly around him, another sob was ripped from Robbe’s mouth, his tears starting fresh again, soaking the fabric of his t-shirt. Robbe buried his face into Sander’s shoulder, trying to muffle the sound of his own cries and sputters as Sander tried to soothe him, clinging to the back of Robbe’s head. Robbe’s hands moved to the back of Sander’s t-shirt, gripping it tightly in his hands. He rubbed patterns against the fabric of Robbe’s hoodie, pressed soothing kisses against his jaw and neck, wiped away the tear streaks he could reach, and held him tighter.
“Get it all out,” Sander whispered, pressing a kiss against his ear.
“I feel like an idiot,” Robbe cried.
“You’re not an idiot, Robbe,” Sander spoke, his voice a little too firm. He leaned back, taking Robbe’s face in his hands, wiping his thumbs across his cheeks to catch the remaining tears that fell from his cheeks. His boyfriend stared up at him with eyes that were half-closed in tears, his bottom lip trembling. “Your brain is just screaming at you that it’s tired and that you need to give it a break. You’re the most beautiful and smartest man that I’ve ever seen.”
“I bet not like this,” Robbe mumbled, reaching up to rub his eyes.
“Always,” Sander whispered. “You’re so smart, Robbe. And you know the material. But, if you overload your brain while you’re so tired, you are going to forget important stuff tomorrow. Your body is screaming at you that it needs a break and you need to listen to it.”
“You’re right,” the smaller boy whispered, leaning forward to press their foreheads together and his brown eyes shutting automatically. Sander wrapped his arms tighter around Robbe, running his hands down his back before tilting them in the direction of the bed. Robbe followed his directions willingly, his arms reaching up to wrap around Sander’s shoulders. Then, the back of his knees hit the bed and they both went tumbling onto the mattress, a light laugh knocked out of Robbe. “What’s your plan?” the brunet whispered, his lips turning up in a grin.
Sander grinned down at him, rolling off of him. Robbe shifted to him, scooting closer to him and grabbing onto his waist to pull Sander’s form closer. Sander chuckled at him, leaning back against one of Robbe’s pillows before turning to him. “We’re going to take a break,” he answered, reaching up to run a hand through Robbe’s hair, freshly cut and short again. Robbe tilted his head back before leaning into Sander’s touch. “For the next hour, until your mom comes back from the grocery store, we’re just going to lie here and not think about homework, okay?”
“Okay,” Robbe mumbled, his eyelids already closing. “And if I go to sleep?”
“Then, you go to sleep,” Sander whispered. “You’ve got this, Robbe. I know you do.” Robbe’s eyes opened again to stare up at him. “You’ve done so much studying over the past few weeks and your body is screaming at you for a break. If you go to sleep, it’s because your brain needs to recharge. When you wake up, you’ll be refreshed and have a little more energy and if you think that you need to study some more, you can study some more.”
“Can you stay the night?” Robbe whispered.
“Yes,” Sander replied, smiling down at him. “If you want me to, I’ll always stay the night.”
Robbe smiled up at him before tilting his chin up, a silent message that Sander knew by heart. The blond ducked his head down, pressing their lips together in a slow kiss. Robbe tilted his head to the side so their lips flushed together more smoothly, pulling him closer by his waist. Sander pushed his mouth open with his lips, slipping his tongue into his mouth, cupping the back of his head. Robbe let out a content sigh, pulling back and burying his face in the crook of Sander’s neck.
“Get some sleep,” Sander whispered, running a hand through his hair. Robbe let out a content sigh against his next. “You can always study more when you wake up, but you need to stop overloading yourself, baby.”
“Alright,” Robbe whispered, his lips ghosting across Sander’s skin. His boyfriend snaked his arms around his torso, bringing them closer together, their bodies and legs intertwined. Sander pulled him closer, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, his hand dropping to Robbe’s thigh to hold him there.
By the time that Marine IJzermans had returned home, peering around the corner with two bags around her wrist, Robbe had snuggled further into Sander’s chest, still holding onto the black-fabric of his t-shirt. There was a small smile that appeared on his mother’s face as she placed the bag outside of Robbe’s door and stepped inside to check. She smiled down at Sander, who was absentmindedly running a hand through Robbe’s tangled curls, and whispered to him, “Dinner will be ready in about an hour if you want to sleep as well.”
“Thank you,” Sander replied.
“I assume that you’ll be spending the night as well.”
“Yeah,” Sander spoke, “but only if that’s alright with you.”
“Of course,” Marine spoke, reaching down to rub Robbe’s shoulder. “He always seems to be more relaxed with you around. But, the door remains open, okay?” Sander grinned, nodding his head, feeling the blush begin to move to his cheeks. The woman bent down, placing a kiss against Robbe’s head before moving out of the room, collecting the bag and headed into the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone.
#wtfock#wtfam#wtfock fanfic#skamevents#skamevents bingo#square: comfort#sander comforts robbe#sander driesen#robbe ijzermans#stressed af robbe#sobbe#rosander#sobbe fic#rosander fic#one shot#2k words
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buzzfeed unsolved fanfiction recommendations
This is all Ryan/Shane— so don’t like, don’t read.
PSA: I am not in any way stating that Ryan and Shane from Buzzfeed Unsolved and Watcher are together, or that I want them to be together; this is for entertainment use only. I urge you to not contact them or @ them on twitter or instagram making comments about their relationship, as they are humans just like the rest of us. Some things are none of our business!
This is a masterlist of my favourite fanfictions in this fandom! Thanks to @gigaledom for cheering me on. Never thought I was going to do more RPF, but here I am.
Under 10k
and i’m puffing my chest, getting red in the face by pissedofsandwich- 6k, Teen
Summary: "Zack's going to be there?" Shane asks, masking his... whatever it is he's feeling in his chest, with nonchalance.
Ryan blinks. "Yes?"
Well, never mind dancing with the fucking sun. He’s Icarus, wings melted and falling face-first into the asphalt.
Or: Shane is definitely not at all jealous of how close Zack and Ryan are getting during the making of Sports Conspiracies. Except that he is.
My notes: They’re both so jealous of each other and so bad at communication. Thank goodness they have their friends to help them out! Really funny and entertaining!
lay your demons at the door by abovetheruins— 7k, Teen and Up
Summary: Ryan had been so careful. For months he had learned to train his face into a semblance of normalcy every time a spirit got too close or he was overwhelmed with some indiscernible emotion on location. He had learned to channel his fear into something more manageable, something entertaining enough for the cameras but not so severe that anyone would be able to tell he wasn’t just jumping at shadows or groaning floorboards anymore.
Shane wasn’t supposed to find out. He wasn't supposed to know.
My Notes: The Seer!Ryan AU that I wasn’t expecting to like so much. A lot of pining and caring! Shane with a lovely ending!
First Impressions by luxbuhree— 9k, Mature
Summary: The chance to work with and sit next to THE Shane Madej was one of the things Ryan was looking forward to, now that he's starting his first day in BuzzFeed. But while he was expecting a charming and friendly guy, he was instead met with someone who couldn't care any less.
Will the case of why Shane hates Ryan remain unsolved?
My notes: In which Shane is really bad at feelings and Ryan has the hots for a certain person who pins him against walls. Awesome ending.
a short history of almost something by cooliohoolio— 6k, No Warnings
Summary: "I think I'll wait another year."
Shane's in love with Ryan, and will get around to telling him. One of these days.
My notes: A lovely short high school! AU with mutual pining. They’re best friends ahhh
only happy accidents by barnes— 8k, Explicit
Summary: In hindsight, Shane is too old to have thought that friends with benefits was something that the two of them would be able to pull off. He’s had friends with benefits before that worked beautifully, but they were not with people whose jobs were tied up in his own, whose friendships were as closely interwoven into Shane’s everyday life as Ryan’s is. He’d thought these were the very things that could keep it from getting weird, because they were such good buddies, Ryan would be solidly cemented as his pal that nothing could shift him.
This was a miscalculation, on Shane’s part.
My Notes: I’m not usually a fan of friends with benefits to lovers, but this had so much mutual pining and fluff that I enjoyed it so much! A must-read.
Gurl, Imma Marry You (ryan is a mess) by orphan_account— 2k, General Audiences
Summary: Ryan is perpetually doing dumb things. Starting a ghost show? Dumb. Going to demon houses? Dumb. Talking to ghosts? Dumb.
But those are all new dumb things. Ryan's known he wants to marry Shane forever. That is an incredibly old dumb thing.
My notes: Really cute and fluffy and I love it so much. It’s a kind of read-to-make-yourself-feel-better kind of fic!
Por Favor, Sweetheart by carrieonfighting— 8k, Teen and Up
Summary: Two dorks raise a baby and don't even realise they're doing it together until it's too late
Alternatively, Ryan Bergara is Trying His Best Thanks
My notes: Normally not a raising-a-child-fic person, but holy smokes this was written so well and the fluff! the domesticity i-
Pushing All Your Buttons by beethechange— 9k, Explicit
Summary: Ryan and Shane get stuck in an elevator at Buzzfeed HQ. There is tension. They relieve the tension. That’s it, that’s the fic.
My notes: I was literally able to see the tension floating off my laptop in front of my face, it was so palpable.
Under 20k
like you want to be loved by poetdameron— 16k, Teen and Up
Summary: "Settle down with me", Shane says without thinking and as Ryan looks at him with wide open eyes, all he can think of it's how many of Ryan's secrets he knows, how Ryan likes his coffee, and the fact that he has loved him since the moment Ryan first looked up at him and smiled.
My notes: The PINING and CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT and ANGST my god. Really well written and lovely happy ending.
ships that pass in the night by beethechange— 20k, Explicit
Summary: The more Ryan thinks about it, the more he thinks he just needs to return the favor, that’s all. And then it’ll be done, like it was meant to be done weeks ago, and they can both move on for real.
It’s not that he wants to. It’s that he won’t be able to stop thinking about it until he evens the score. He has to restore balance to the Force or order to the universe, or—or whatever. It’s a karma thing.
“I think you have to let me jerk you off,” Ryan tells Shane one night. They’re working late, alone in the Watcher office, one of many such late nights these days.
“Wh—here?” Shane asks. He looks around, baffled, like he’ll have been magically transported somewhere else. “Have to?” And then: “Let you?”
My notes: haha what if I dare you to jerk me off dude haha don’t be a chicken
Do you not know how love works? by leylines— 12k, No Rating
Summary: “Fuck you, man,” Ryan growled, rubbing his tailbone where he landed on when he fell down just moments ago.
“I’m pretty sure that’s what Devon already thinks we’re doing,” Shane said cheerfully, not at all sounding bothered by the thought.
“Oh shut up, dude.”
My notes: One of my favourite things in this cold, dark universe is when two characters are dating but they don’t know it but everyone else does. This is so hilarious and warms my dead heart
Full-Court Press by beethechange— 12k, Explicit
Summary: To be clear, these are not tactics Ryan would recommend. Being an athleisure-obsessed pervert, and lying, and clothes-sabotage: these are not things he’s proud of.
But they have undeniably worked.
Shane’s standing next to him in the hotel lobby while Devon checks them all out of their rooms, and he's wearing a sleeveless purple Lakers jersey and the world’s softest, clingiest sweatpants. It’s so exactly as Ryan pictured it, so precisely in line with his fantasies, that he has to pinch himself.
My notes: Really hot and funny and p i n i n g
may your days be merry and bright by bodhirookes— 19k, General Audiences
Summary: “Your turn, Ry Ry.”
Ryan looks down to find only one piece of paper remaining. “Wow, so much selection to choose from.”
“No time for your negativity, Scrooge. Your Secret Santa deserves a better attitude.”
Ryan sticks his tongue out, but takes the slip of paper. He’s loudly yelling Give me Jen, please please please give me Jen as he unfolds it, but he’s too busy begging for her to be truly prepared for what he ends up getting:
A simple but damning SHANE in Andrew’s scribbly handwriting.
Or, Ryan gets Shane for Secret Santa and has a subsequent breakdown about what to get him
Notes: This is so sweet and cute and I would die for both of them. A lovely classic christmas fic!
want you in my room by beethechange— 13k, Explicit
Summary: As they watch, Tall Guy takes his beanie off, revealing a mess of thick, shiny brown hair. He runs his hand through it to shake out the hat hair and Ryan feels like he’s stuck in an Herbal Essences commercial, except he’s the one making inappropriate lustful noises.
Ryan adjusts his snapback, determined. He is, after all, wearing his very finest basketball shorts, without even a single hole at the hem, and the knowledge puts an extra spring in his step.
“I’m gonna climb that dude like a tree,” he tells Curly.
My notes: Just really dumb, cute pining in a wonderful frat boy/nerd college AU!
Long boys
Muscles Better and Nerves More by beethechange— 26k, Explicit
Summary: “I’m serious,” Ryan says. “Don’t go fucking up my body. I want that shit back in the same condition I left it.”
“The same condition—Ryan. I’m not spending hours in a gym every day so you don’t lose muscle mass.”
“I want you to treat my body with the respect you would a national park. Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but memories.”
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A certain meddling Voodoo Queen of New Orleans thinks Ryan and Shane need some new perspective on life. After an inadvisable ritual deposits Ryan in Shane’s body, and Shane in Ryan’s, the ghoulboys pursue some soul-searching and self-discovery to put things right. Sometimes in a sexy way.
My notes: This is so sexy and in character! A freaky friday kinda scenario where they only switch back when they pull their figurative heads out of their asses. So wonderful.
Dreams to be daring for by allonsy_gabriel— 24k, General Audiences
Summary: On May 11, 2018, Eleanora Rose Austin was born in Chicago, Illinois.
On May 20, 2018, Shane Alexander Madej agreed to act as the godfather to his best friend from college's daughter.
On October 26, 2018, Olivia and Michael Austin were victims of a mugging gone sideways.
On October 29, 2018, Shane Madej found himself in the possession of one real, actual, human child.
My notes: Accidental Baby Acquisition is now my favourite trope because of this fic. The fact that they’re already acting like a couple with the baby before they actually become one is sooo beautiful,,, give it a read im begging you
Fifty Shades of Gold by beethechange— 21k, Explicit
Summary: Shane tires of doing the same bits over and over. He tires of telling the same stories until they all, him and Ryan and the fans, have every beat memorized. Whenever Ryan pulls out his Ricky Goldsworth impression, ah yes, that old chestnut, Shane plays along only begrudgingly. He’s bored.
That’s his official position: he’s over Ricky Goldsworth.
Shane’s unofficial position, regrettably, is that he’d rather be under Ricky Goldsworth.
My notes: Shane’s got the hots for Ricky Goldsworth and that’s the TEA. Lots of sexual tension and cute and unsure! Ryan!
Precious metals by StrikerEureka— 73k, Mature
Summary: Ryan and Shane have been moving around something that is coming to a head between them. After a car accident, on the way to an investigation, Ryan slowly starts to become suspicious that Shane might not be what he seems. He realizes, though, that he just might not care.
Shane sits forward suddenly. “Hey, pull over up here.”
Ryan follows the instruction without questioning it, which probably says something about either his willingness to listen to Shane or his sanity. Maybe both; they go hand in hand. He puts on his blinker, even though they haven’t seen another car in a couple of minutes, and pulls off onto the shoulder.
“Are you gonna puke or something?” he asks, putting the car into park, as Shane takes off his seatbelt with one hand and tugs off his Ray Bans with the other.
“You better hope not,” he murmurs as he leans over the center console and kisses Ryan solidly on the mouth.
My notes: My favourite Demon!Shane AU ever! Really sweet and loads of tension and pining... must-read.
darling it’s a faded notion by varnes— 28k, Explicit
Summary: The sun is too bright and Ryan’s whole body is alight with something that is eating him all the way up from the inside out, but he keeps his eyes open and he makes himself look, and he tells himself that once he finds Shane, he’ll think about it. Once he finds Shane, they’ll make a plan. Once he finds Shane, and only then, he’ll let himself have the thought he’s been swallowing down like bile since he came to: that they didn’t fall.
They were pushed.
OR: Ryan and Shane get cursed by a ghost, and now they can't be not-touching. It's ... not great.
My notes: They get cursed and have to be touching all the time!! and they’re pining so hard y’all like what more could one want
Bed-warm Hands and the Ghost of Elvis by MiraclesofPaul— 21k, Teen and Up
Summary: They get used to sharing a bed while filming the show. Ryan's just trying not to let his feelings get in the way.
So Ryan tells himself he’s going to ride out whatever it is they’ve fallen into, but he’ll bow out gracefully when the time comes. He can just enjoy the now.
My notes: They share a bed!!! And their hearts!! so much lack of communication, it’s wonderful
Hope that someone will enjoy these fics that I did so very much! If you want more buzzfeed unsolved fics let me know because i’ve read sooo much fanfiction...
—Iris
#iris recs#fanfic recs#fanfiction#long post#buzzfeed unsolved#shyan#shyan fanfiction#shyan masterpost#pining#long fic#getting together#short fic#skeptic believer
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New Ship November 2018 - Round Up
thanks to everyone who created, boosted and otherwise helped making rarebuzzships’s first event a success! with 15 fills total, you’ve all exceeded my expectations! every single one of these fills brought me so much joy, you’re all incredible and i can’t wait to see what you do next.
please consider reading/reblogging/commenting/kudosing all of these, our creators worked so hard to bring you the gift of rare ships!
and now, for the fun stuff, the rewards!
Every five fills from a user will earn a custom moodboard based on one of the fills
The user with the most fills will get a custom drabble written by mod @poiregourmande
both of these apply to @genuine-wheeze, who wins New Ship November with a total of 7 fills! congrats! send me a DM with your request for a custom drabble! as for the moodboard, i’ll make one for the fill who inspires me the most.
see the full round-up under the cut
in first position, with 7 fills, @genuine-wheeze
smoke screens | ryan/steven | teen | 800w | Since Steven moved to New York, Ryan had felt a…change in his feelings for his friend.
cola taste | ryan/sara/shane | gen | 600w | Date nights were always a little bit weird for them.
de-stress | ryan/tj | gen | 600w | Ryan knew TJ like he knew himself.
cold coffee | adam/andrew | gen | 800w | He’s like cold coffee in the morning.
the charm | annie/rie | gen | 500w | When Annie had first decided to ask Rie out, her nerves had been all over the place.
honey sweet | ned/zach | gen | 500w | It never really got cold in California.
girls like me | annie/rie | moodboard
in second position, with 3 fills, @thattrashwriterhannah
battle wounds | kelsey i/ryan | teen | 3k | “I had that,” he complains, but it’s winded and wet, and Kelsey cringes. “Pretty sure you didn’t, actually,” she replies. Then, because she’s a huge loser, Kelsey extends her hand and offers him a nervous, awkward smile. “I’m Danger, by the way. I’m kind of a huge fan.” He looks at her warily for a moment, clutching his ribs, then takes her proffered hand. “Yeah, I’ve, uh– I’ve heard of you,” he says. “Phantom.” The introduction is entirely unnecessary. A Ryan/Kelsey Superhero AU.
my undine love | joyce/selorm | gen | 1k | As if the thought summons the sound, a slow, melodic hum reaches Joyce’s ears, not from any of the buildings on land, but from a small outcropping of jagged rocks rising from the water just off the coast, waves cresting and crashing in a pale, misty spray against their face. A Joyce/Selorm Mermaid!AU
the good place AU | polytryguys; keugene; neith | moodboard
in third position, with 2 fills, @lesbiancleophas
the tryguys test road head | eugene/ned | explicit | 1k | “If anything’s gonna smash my car, it’s gonna be this one.” Zach grins, “Oh yeah, you’re gonna get smashed in that car. K-squared, twice the beauty, twice the daddy.” Eugene winces, turning to Ned. “We have to beat them.”
bye stress (hi dick) | keith/zach | explicit | 3k | co-written with mod @poiregourmande | “I wanna do better,” Zach confesses, high enough now to even speak his fears without their usual anxiety.“Dude, you do great.”Zach smiles, “At blowjobs I mean.”“Ohhhhhh,” Keith draws out, fingers making a pattern on his tummy. “Yeah, there might be some room for improvement there.”
tied in fourth position, with 1 fill, @fratboyryan
in a better place (getting better head) | evan/ryan | explicit | 2k | As a good chapter president, Evan's got to deal with any and all issues in his house. When Ryan keeps trying to blow Steven, Evan's got to step in.
also tied in fourth position, with 1 fill, @yaboybergara
untitled #1 | kelsey i/yb | explicit | 600w | Working at different places for the first time has been keeping them apart, Kelsey and YB find a small moment in between for each other.
also tied in fourth position, with 1 fill, @beaniegara
il n’a rien dit mais il me plaît | andrew/shane | teen for now, will become explicit | 2.2k | chapter 1/2 | It's late, Shane is tired, and he wants a drink. Andrew happens to offer just that. A pleasant surprise, in many ways.
mod fills by @poiregourmande
sweeter than fiction | evan/kelsey i | gen | 600w | Being drunk at work is a new occurrence for Kelsey.
always seek the giant | jen/kelsey d | gen | 600w | Jen sits at her desk, legs tucked under her, restlessly clicking her pen as she waits for the final render of her last project.
flirtsgiving | adam/andrew/annie/kelsey i/ryan/sara/shane/steven | teen | 4k | sara and kelsey are sick of their boyfriends feuding with the fancy boys - they plan a friendsgiving cabin getaway to make them realize maybe the real feud was just sexual tension all along
coast to coast | aria/christian/eric/fernando | teen | 3k | Fuck if Eric with a goal isn’t a goddamn force of nature. Christian's into Eric. Eric's into Aria. Aria and Fernando are fuckbuddies and open to pretty much anything. It's up to Christian to make something happen.
baby let me be | shane/tj | teen | 600w | “Tobias Joseph?” A grunt. “No, no, I got it! Thomas Jefferson!” A snort.
bye stress (hi dick) | keith/zach | explicit | 3k | co-written with @lesbiancleophas | “I wanna do better,” Zach confesses, high enough now to even speak his fears without their usual anxiety.“Dude, you do great.”Zach smiles, “At blowjobs I mean.”“Ohhhhhh,” Keith draws out, fingers making a pattern on his tummy. “Yeah, there might be some room for improvement there.”
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For some bizarre and crazy reason, I’ve reached 2k followers. It truly boggles my mind that so many of you want to voluntarily subject yourself to my ramblings, but I thank each and every one of you sincerely for doing so. You guys are what makes my tumblr experience so fun and I’m so appreciative of that fact.
To my Jonsa fandom family, you are all so intelligent, so warm, so funny and so kind. I have never been a part of a fandom that’s so wonderful before. Toxicity does indeed exist in our fandom, but for the most part, you guys are just so nice and awesome. You never cease to make me laugh! And I love going into the tags and watching ya’ll welcome new shippers with open arms. Please never change <3 Whether Jonsa is canon or not, you guys are what makes this ship the best!
To my non-Jonsa followers and friends, I have no idea why you’re following me, but wow, thank you for sticking it out with me! <3 You guys are so awesome!
Especially the Zutara crew I follow, who for some reason follow me (or even the ones that don’t). Seriously, it’s been years and yet I still live and breathe this ship and that’s all because of you guys. From the beautiful fanfics to the fan art, Zutara will always live on!
I wish I could mention all of you, but that would be a very time-consuming task and I am lazy fake adult. Just know that I’m so thankful nonetheless.
The People Who Keep Me Sane:
@amymel86 @thenutofroyalty @qinaliel @theadamantdaughter @fedonciadale
The People Who Deserve All the Hugs:
@everythingjonsa @meerareedy @soapieturner @wighthunt @buttercup--bee @jonsaforlife @effleuresense @obiwan-katnobi @riahchan @bulletandsophia @tubbylita @leannedirewolflover @goodqueenalys @scullylikesscience @occupyvenus @trinuviel @marydri @vivilove-jonsa @steambend @honxrable @jonbonsnowvi @sophmounty @theblackbooknerd @thewesterwoman @lydiia-martins @foofoocuddlypoop-loves-you-too @winterfellchild @hopepeaceandblackgirlmagic @jonsa-gives-me-life @jandsstark @gendryxaryatrash @bisansastarks @yourdearladydisdain @greyjoyvs @myrish-lace-love @kitten1618x @a-baleful-howl @qitns @wintermellons @lyannas-loves @theasexualscorpio @thewolfbit @jen-snow @artofemmanation @sansapotter @sardoniyx @baelerion @geekprincess26 @ajonsatrashcan @nabilatalks @katchyalater @zutaraverse @alienor-woods @thinkingaboutzutara @yngwolfrobb @elizabthturner @@seapruncs @jonsa-gives-me-life @manbunjon @kittykatknits @a-very-average-anomaly @ashavgreyjoy @@starkroqers @him-e @grahamewill
To be perfectly honest, all of you keep me sane and you all deserve the hugs!
So again, thank you for following me!! <3
P.S. If I’ve forgotten anyone, I’m so so sorry! It’s nothing personal. I’m just a lousy human and extremely forgetful. I really do appreciate all of you!!
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.... it’s gotten to the point where it’s not even funny how many Ardyn songs I find. Funny thing is that I’m not even trying. I just have these in my playlist. This might also be a sign of that I’ve been writing Dante for too long and love the complexity of a dual nature. Might.
... Look, a lot of Within Temptation’s stuff prior to Hydra works for him.
(2k y ago) The Truth Beneath the Rose - Within Temptation (x)
A Dangerous Mind - Within Temptation (x)
A Demon’s Fate - Within Temptation (x)
Caged - Within Temptation (x)
the Cross - Within Temptation (x)
Deceiver of fools - Within Temptation (x)
Final Destination - Within Temptation (x)
Forsaken - Within Temptation (x)
Hand of Sorrow Within Temptation (x) Also works for Noct
Paradise - Within Temptation (x)
No more Mr. Nice Guy - Alice Cooper (x)
Forever Young - Alphaville (x) Sorry sorry I couldn’t resist
O’ Death - Jen Titus (x)
Whore - In this Moment (x) regarding the situation with the Astrals
The Rains of Castamere - the National (x)
Another one bites the dust - Queen (x)
Laugh I nearly died - the Rolling Stones (x)
Monster - Starset (x) also works Ardyn & Prom shipping
the few Ignis songs I have found in my archive. Most works with all the chocobros and some are shippy and well. Hmm. Also. Yes I did go there.
Someday we’ll all be free - Donny Hathaway (x)
You’ve got a friend - Donny Hathaway (x)
Stay with me - Ironik (x) coughs this is just Noctis tbh but work with me
Calling all Angels - Jane Siberry with k.d lang (x)
By your Side - Sade (x)
See you Again - Wiz Khalifa & Charlie Puth (x)
Bonus. Have a couple MT Prompto ones
Gasoline - Halsey (x)
Ramalama bang bang - Roisin Murphy (x)
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(This is @myheartrevealed, by the way) Hi Jenni!! Congrats on 2K, that's so awesome! I would absolutely love a self-ship if you're up for it!
Name and pronouns: I go by Sam and my pronouns are she/her!
Appearance: I have light brown hair and hazel eyes (I like to call them reflective, because they lean more towards blue or green depending on what I'm wearing). I'm 5'5 and I love the dark academia aesthetic, so I wear a lot of neutral colors, sweaters, button downs, Docs, and leggings (which aren't really dark academia, but shhh).
Personality: I'm an INTJ and a ravenclaw. I usually come off as pretty standoff-ish, but it's mostly nerves. I have an anxiety disorder. I normally only have a few very close friends who I feel comfortable speaking vulnerably with or showing physical affection with in any capacity (hugging, holding hands with, resting my head on, etc.). I'm very determined and driven by the desire to spite anyone who thinks I can't accomplish something, usually academically. I hate being in a situation where I'm proven wrong, because I cannot stand the idea of someone thinking I'm dumb or incapable (although I feel that way about myself privately all the time).
Hobbies: Recently, one of my biggest forms of stress relief have been annotating my books. Books I've read a hundred times or books that I'm reading for the first time (once I have a sense for whether I'm going to like them or not). I just love books that have been well loved and I can't help myself from expressing all my thoughts, theories, unnecessary comments, and meme references in the margins. I also love to watercolor, specifically faces. I've been singing since I was a kid, taking part in choir, musicals, and private lessons. Since hitting college, I haven't really performed, but music still means a lot to me and I try to take care of my voice and sing often.
Who I'd like to be shipped with: Kaz Brekker or Jesper Fahey! Which ever one better fits what you want to do story-wise is fine with me!
Type of ship: A drabble would be amazing! But of course, do whatever you feel inspired to do! And I'm a sucker for some hurt/comfort
Thank you so much!!!! Congrats again!
(A reminder for everyone not aware as this has been asked a few times now; these ships were part of my 2k celebration and open only for a selection of people, and it will likely always be that way if I ever do ships again)
I come up with better ideas for Kaz so 😄
ALSO "I hate being in a situation where I'm proven wrong, because I cannot stand the idea of someone thinking I'm dumb or incapable (although I feel that way about myself privately all the time)." ARE YOU ME OMG YOU WORDED IT PERFECTLY, I've had this as a problem for years and I've gotten into a lot of trouble because of it because people think that I hate being wrong because I want to be always right and feel superior to everyone else but I haven't been able to word it before!!! (I have a really hard time to word how I feel, especially when I have to use my words vocally and if someone asks me "how are you", I never know what to answer, but I'll use this as a reference in the future, thank you 💕)
Kaz met Sam when he was fourteen. He had just broken his leg, and Per Haskell had dug up this young healer Grisha girl, no older than Kaz himself, to get his leg healed in return of a pouch of money.
The thing was, they hadn't sought her out sooner, it had been over a week already since he jumped down that roof. Kaz's bones had already started to mend back together and someone who hadn't known anything about medical attention had made the fracture even worse when they had tried to set the leg straight. So she told Haskell that there wasn't really anything she could do anymore apart from preventing a possible infection. Haskell hadn't been happy and threatened to leave her unpaid unless she finds a way to knit the bones back together, which had infuriated the girl, but she had to do her best. She tried to adjust the bone alignment as much as she could at that point but ultimately she had to settle for an imperfect resolution. The boy would be left with a limp. But at least his leg hurt slightly less when she finished her work, now he could sleep without waking up every hour to the pain.
Haskell still wouldn't agree to pay Sam, because according to him, they had agreed on her healing Kaz completely, which she failed doing. But he offered her a deal.
"We could have use for a healer. If you'll work for the Dregs for, say, a few months, you'll get your money," he proposed.
"A few months? For just a hundred and fifty kruge? Are you kidding me?" Sam scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest.
"It also caters meals, and a place to sleep. So yes, a hundred and fifty kruge for a few months."
She took in a deep sigh. "Three hundred."
"One eighty."
Sam thought about it for a moment. She desperately needed money to find a place to stay and to eat - and she had to start somewhere. A young girl like her wasn't picked out as the first one when it came to healing jobs, and she'd starve soon if she didn't get any money from anywhere. "You'd better not scam me or I swear..." she trailed off threateningly before going silent again. Then after a couple of minutes more, she sighed and shook her head.
"Two hundred," she finally said reluctantly.
Haskell smirked victoriously, offering Sam his hand. And so, she became a healer for the Dregs. Not for just a few months, permanently. It was Kaz who proposed to Haskell to hire her properly, saying they'd have use for her skills in the future too.
Sam had become friends with Kaz. Or rather, she had started to consider him a friend. And maybe something more was brewing under her hazel eyes as she looked at Kaz, a little bit more concern when he came to her with a stab wound than what she had with her other friends, and it didn't take long before her friends started teasing her about it. Especially when Jesper came along, he declared to recognize someone having a crush anywhere.
She wasn't sure how Kaz felt about her though. The boy was a complicated case, their whole relationship was complicated. Other days, Sam was sure she just saw him blush and hold back a smile at something she said to him and the next, he shot a glare at her if she complimented him. Maybe she was just imagining things, daydreaming invading reality.
Sam gave Kaz one of her watercolor paintings as a gift on his every birthday, and he bought her new colors and brushes in return. Sometimes, a book appeared on her night table out of nowhere while she was showering, and the only person she had told about wanting to read that book had been Kaz. But he never admitted it - didn't deny it either though. But their friendship seemed to grow every month - he even told her about Jordie.
As years went on, Kaz took Per Haskell's place as the leader of the Dregs. And suddenly, his relationship with Sam took a big leap of distance. She wasn't sure what was wrong between them but it seemed like he had no interest to spend time with Sam now when he was the leader and talked to her only about work matters. It frustrated her, and Sam wished he'd just tell her what was wrong. Had she done something? Pushed him too far without noticing? Or did he value his leadership more than their friendship now? Whatever it was, she couldn't understand why her best friend wouldn't see her anymore or talk to her unless there were business matters at hand.
There was something she didn't know though - the reason Kaz was distancing himself from Sam was exactly because he was a leader now. And if his enemies ever found out that Sam held Kaz's heart in her hands, he could lose her. And that would break him - Sam was his weakness, and he shouldn't have weaknesses. But he couldn't kick Sam out either, he would basically kick her straight to her grave if he did that.
Jesper and Inej both noticed what was up with them, and after weeks of him pretending not listening, he went up to Sam's door, telling her he wanted to speak to her.
She let him in, and they just stood there for a moment. Kaz was trying to form his thoughts into words and force them out while Sam hugged herself.
"I'm scared of you getting hurt." Kaz muttered finally, his voice hoarse. He squeezed his cane and continued, "if any of the rivaling gangs gets to know how valuable you are, they're going to kidnap you." And if they find out how much you mean to me.
The girl frowned, plopping down to sit on her bed. For a moment, Kaz was taken back to the first night of her trying to heal his leg.
"I don't like to be touched," he had told her, and Sam had offered him a reassuring smile.
"I'll try to be quick."
And then she had talked with him about anything and everything, tried to distract him from her slight brushes against his leg as he tried to inspect the bone fracture properly.
Then Haskell had told Sam that she has to get Kaz walking properly within a few days as that was what was agreed on. Kaz remembered staring at the ceiling that night as Sam had applied some numbing cream on his leg, and he had just bit on his lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to hide his panic attack from her. Water, bodies, rot, Jordie dragging him under. All those images flashed through his head. Sam seemed to notice something wrong, and paused and was about to ask something, but Kaz turned to his side and vomited on the floor before she could. After, she didn't ask questions about it, which had made Kaz grateful. Most of the time, people would try to draw out an answer to why did he become so pale or angry at someone who was just ruffling his hair. But she hadn't asked anything, she even helped him to clean up.
That night alone had made Kaz to begin falling for her, he had later realised. The first person who actually cared of their patient and not "just" do the job. Sam had listened to him when he told her that he doesn't like touch, and had cared enough to stop when she had seen Kaz turning pale.
Sam's voice pierced his thoughts, "Kaz, are you saying that..." She left the rest of the sentence unsaid, but it hung in the air anyway. Kaz knew what she was going to say, and he nodded slowly.
She sighed softly, closing her eyes and Kaz saw a smile spreading on her face as she turned her face towards her lap. Kaz took it as a good sign, slowly sitting beside her on the bed.
"Inej was right," she mumbled and chuckled. Kaz frowned, but she didn't continue from that. Instead, she smiled at Kaz, inching her hand closer to his gloved one, but not touching. Kaz looked at their hands for a moment, and then very carefully, linked their pinkies. They both blushed at the contact and Kaz felt like a lovesick teenager, which he actually was right now, but he wouldn't admit that.
Maybe they could get their relationship to work, maybe he would be able to protect her. There were risks, but if they both were willing to face them... he'd give everything he had to keep her safe and happy.
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jenni!! congrats on 2k 💕 i’m so happy for you!!
for 💞: my name’s lee ella, but you can call me leela :) i use the pronouns she/her. i’m only 5’5, but i like to wear big shoes to make up for it platform docs are *chef’s kiss*. my hair’s dark brown and curly and reaches just below my shoulders. i cut it to my chin this summer, but now i’m trying to grow it out (i’m going for a 90s era helena bonham-carter vibe). i honestly could not tell you what color my eyes are even if i tried lol. they’re kinda bluish-greenish most of the time, but sometimes they look grey?? i’ve noticed them being more grey lately so idk what’s going on- anyway, i’m pale and on the skinnier side, and with that and the dark circles under my eyes, i could pass as a tim burton character. at this point, i’ve kinda just embraced it by wearing dark eyeliner on top of the circles because if i’m gonna look tired, might as well make it ✨aesthetic✨. i don’t have any particular style that i stick to in terms of clothes. one day, i’ll have on a grandpa sweater and mom jeans, and the next i’ll be wearing all black. it all depends on my mood that morning, and if i’m really not feeling it, i’ll just wear sweats. i’m an isfp slytherin and an enneagram type 6. for the most part, my personality is an open book. you can almost always tell what i’m thinking based on my face, whether it’s anger or excitement. i’m only ever serious when i’m mad about something; any other time, i’m all jokes and sarcasm. almost all of my emotions are felt to the extreme. when i’m happy, i’m excitable and chaotic, ready to drag my friends out for a laughter-filled adventure. when i’m sad, i shut myself away from people, distancing myself and retreating into my head, where i can overthink everything and make the whole situation worse. i shut myself away when i’m angry, too, so i can have time to cool down and not lash out at someone that doesn’t deserve it and to distract myself until i’ve moved on. despite how quickly i make friends, my social battery gets drained pretty quickly, and i tend to spend more time alone than i do with others. i can be perfectionistic at times, making finishing projects harder than they need to be, and on top of that, i’m a horrible procrastinator. i think my focus plays a lot into that, because i’m either all-in to the point time is irrelevant and i accidentally skip a meal or not at all. i’m one of the oldest people in my friend group, so i can be protective of them, but not necessarily in a motherly way, more of a slightly intimidating older sister kind of way. it hasn’t happened yet, but i’m not above decking a creep in the name of friendship. aside from writing, i like to draw, act, watch movies, daydream, skate, and be a general menace, including, but not limited to, waking my dog from a deep sleep to cuddle, eating the food my mom’s trying to cook/bake with when she’s not looking, constantly popping my joints, and accidentally sending the same meme to people several times in a row bc i didn’t think it went through the first time listen to music. there’s a long list of instruments i’ve told myself i would learn to play but never did, but i have yet to try bass guitar, so maybe one day, that’ll be the one. speaking of my dog, his name is bowie and he’s my favorite living, breathing creature on the whole planet, even if he does get his blonde fur all over my black hoodies- on the flip side, spiders and clowns are my least favorite living, breathing creatures on the whole planet. i think i’m invincible until i see a spider on my bedroom floor and then it’s game over. i also can’t stand anything to do with math 🤢 i can’t sleep without some kind of stuffed animal on the bed and have oddly vivid dreams that are usually really funny. as far as the type of ship, i like both drabbles and headcanons, so just do whichever you’d prefer! i’ve been thinking a lot about little women lately, so of course my laurie laurence obsession has come back, so i’d like to be shipped with him. thank you so muchl!! <3
Aaaahhh so glad to see other people not being able to sleep without their stuffed toy, I mean irl people look at me weird or laugh at me almost every time I tell them of my beloved Dami.
The beach day with the Marchs and Laurie was just what Leela needed from her day. She and Amy were sitting there side by side, sketching. Amy drew the sight what she saw - her sisters playing in the water, but Leela was sketching Laurie. She almost did it unconsiously, until she heard Amy giggle from beside her.
"What?" she surely had a flushed face and she pulled the sketchboard against her chest protectively, which gave it away that she exactly knew what Amy had seen, but she still tried to save the situation.
Amy looked at her face, a smirk playing on her lips. "I knew you like Laurie."
Leela's blush grew even deeper, "No I don't!"
"Yes you do," Amy giggled again, "And it's so cute. You're drawing him and dreamily staring at him all the time. I know it, Jo knows it, Meg knows it, everyone knows it."
"That is not true! He's too fancy for me, I don't like the kind of parties what he hosts, too many snobby people." Leela said, trying to defend herself. But she couldn't deny the fact that she was doing exactly that, she'd know how to draw him even without a reference from how much she had stared at him.
Amy narrowed her eyes and cocked her head, still smirking. "Oh? You've never told me you don't like being there. Strange how you still always come along when I invite you if you don't like it. Or then you come along purely because of him..."
"That's different," Leela snapped back, "you're my friend, and Laurie is... a friend too."
"But you wish he would be your boyfriend, right?" Amy smiled as she said that, making Leela's face go bright red again. "Oh trust me, he likes you too. It's obvious, and he's going just as red as you are right now when I point it out. You should have seen his face when I invited you here today."
Leela blushed harder and Amy continued, "So you can stop lying to yourself and just approach him, see what happens."
Leela sighed, standing up. "It's not that easy."
"Why not?" Amy asked, looking up at her.
"Because I'm scared of what might happen. If he gets annoyed with me or thinks I'm a weird-"
"You're afraid of rejection? That's ridiculous! You think he'll reject you? You really are a little silly sometimes, Leela. You act like he's some big scary monster."
"I know that!" Leela said quietly, "He's just a nice guy who doesn't want anything more than friendship. He's not interested in girls like me."
Amy sighed, standing up as well. "Well, I think you should still give it a try."
Suddenly Leela felt a lick on her hand and she looked down. It seemed like Meg had finished in throwing ball with him, and Bowie seemed to sense what Leela and Amy had just been talking about as he turned his face to Laurie, wagging his tail.
"Oh, not you too." Leela murmured.
Laurie came over to them, giving Bowie a pat. "Hey, are you doing okay here?"
"Yes," Amy replied, "But Leela wants to ask you something."
Leela gave Amy a death glare, but Laurie didn't seem to notice it. Amy left the scene and Leela slowly turned to look at Laurie. She knew it was a huge risk for their friendship, but she also knew that Amy was right - she'd have to ask at some point before Laurie would find someone else.
"Um... I was wondering if uh, you'd like to spend time with me. Just you and me."
Laurie raised an eyebrow, "Just us?"
"Yeah. Well, I mean, we could go to a walk."
Laurie was quiet for a second, just enough for Leela starting to panic. But then he started to smile. "Sure, sounds good. Would tomorrow be okay for you?" Leela nodded with a wide smile and he smiled back, "Great, I'll pick you up at noon?"
"Noon. Okay. That's fine." she smiled, biting her lip and the boy nodded, smiling at her one last time before turning back to the beach, Bowie running after him with his ball. Laurie chuckled and began to throw it for him, and Leela sat back down with her sketch board, continuing her drawing of Laurie with a whole new feeling, motivation, racing heart and a tingle in her stomach.
Tomorrow was going to be the best day ever.
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Hi, it's me again!
Congrats on 2k one more time, everything about it is so cool!
If it's ok, can I ask for a platonic self-ship with Pin Hawthorne, please? You can call me Mary and my pronouns are she/her. I'm a Ravenclaw and ISTJ and I consider myself a very boring person...I wear glasses and have dark brown eyes, I'm shy with strangers, but I talk a lot with people I know. With friends I have a sarcastic sense of humor and I can talk for hours about books, movies and TV shows I enjoy. I blush very easily and if I'm nervous I begin to stutter (then I realize I'm stuttering and it gets even worse, it's terrible!). I love to stay at home, binge watch TV shows, read, listen to music (I have a soft spot for 2000s pop music...) and sing along when nobody can hear me. Sometimes I procrastinate something I really should do, but I don't want to and I usually worry about almost everything more than I probably should. I can be very stubborn sometimes and I have a hard time showing my feelings even for the ones I care about, so I'm usually seen as someone cold.
You can write anything as short or as long as you like, but I would like to ask for some fluff, if this is ok...thank you in advance!
Mary had been friends with Pin since daycare, Pin was the first person who approached her on the playroom and they bonded over their love for horses. Mary had never ridden before, and only seeing some ponies at a fair, but she read a lot of books that featured horses. She quickly learned that Pin's father worked for a small stable called Bright Fields, and Pin is allowed to ride a pony while his dad is working. He invited her to come along on one weekend, and soon Mary found herself riding a pony - and that was a path she wasn't coming back from.
Pin and Mary became inseparable, Mary defended Pin from Mia and Pin was standing up to literally anyone who made fun of Mary's stuttering. They studied together, took long rides together and Mary saw the chemistry between Pin and Zoe immediately, even though on the next moment she was angry at Zoe for accusing Pin of being the horse thief. But she warmed up to Zoe soon again, and continued her shipping journey and being overjoyed when she learned that Pin and Zoe finally got together.
Mary wasn't good at showing her feelings to anyone, not even to Pin, but Pin never thought it's because she doesn't care. He had learned to read her beyond expressions or the tone of her voice, knowing when she was happy or sad. If she was sad, he'd arrange a surprise movie night or a Netflix binge night with her favorite show, building a pillow fort resembling the one they had as children, with fairy lights and big bowls or chips and candy and anything they felt like eating, sometimes he even ordered takeaway.
It would have felt as a romantic gesture if it was any other friend, but they had had those days since they were kids, and Pin knew how much Mary loved just relaxing and watching something. Mary was his friend, his best friend, sharing a bond that could be compared to a bond between siblings, and he wanted her to feel good about herself.
Sometimes they fell to sleep in the middle of the movie or the TV show, just like they had fallen to sleep as kids, Mary's head against Pin's shoulder and his arm around her and when Ted came to the room, he didn't wake them up and just threw a blanket over them to make sure they won't get cold during the night, shutting down the TV and unplugged the fairy lights, tiptoeing away.
Then they woke up about nine hours later and ate breakfast together, laughing at some joke and sometimes, when Ted looked at them, he felt like he has two children, or that Mary was Pin's secret twin. They even fought like siblings.
Ted smiled, leaning against the counter and sipped his coffee, watching Mary and Pin being deep in a conversation, laughing occasionally. Pin had gone through so much at a young age, and Mary had been too shy to make friends - but together they could conquer anything. Through Pin, Mary had befriended the Bright Fields gang, and he had gotten a girlfriend from Zoe and so much happiness into his life, and it all began because he had seen a little girl sitting all alone without no one to play with back at the daycare. If he had just walked past her, none of this would have happened - or maybe they would have encountered each other later in life, who knows.
But in any case, they were one of the best things that had happened to each other.
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first up, CONGRATS YOU AMAZING HOOMAN! 2k is a lot and you deserve it! I know we've only been mutuals for a short while but I hope we can be friends <3 I'll wait with cookies!
I just read the self-ship guidelines three times because I didn't wanna get anything wrong but feel free to ignore this if I did miss out on something important! 😭🤚
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Name: Astoria, but all of my friends call me ash or tori <3
Appearance: I'm reasonably tall (I'm the second tallest in my class and it's the only thing I'm proud of hehe). I have waist-length black hair, light brown skin, and hazel eyes! I adore makeup and use it wherever I go, especially my eyeliner. I do double strokes, I love it. I'm not that well into fashion though, but my wardrobe is filled with dresses by my friend who has AMAZING taste. Elegant is my go-to style but I wear casual t-shirts while I'm in chilling at home!
Pronouns: she/her
Personality: ENFJ | The Pottermore quiz sorted me to Slytherin - I like being friendly to anyone I meet, but people have often described me as intimidating. I do try to be tough but pls I just want hugs I'm nice.
I like being in charge of events too! I'm that one person who tries to do EVERYTHING, and obviously can't and gets very exhausted and if someone asks me to take a break, I will NOT.
I often try to organize community events for climate change, which I couldn't do for the past year cause yk covid. I can't concentrate on my academic works though.
Hobbies: definitely writing, reading and researching. If I get obsessed with a book, I'll research everything about it. (Especially if it's based on real events) I love watching true crime documentaries (I cried while watching The Keepers) and yup, I make charts and try to solve cold cases on my own 😭(which I obviously never could because I get too invested in the people instead of the case)
Dislikes: anyone who judges people based on anything about them. It pisses me off to no end. I'm not a big fan of spiders and almost passed out when I saw a big one years ago. I hate mean people too, the ones who just wanna be rude "for the aesthetic" which is just - dumb.
Random facts:
If someone catches me off by surprise and compliments me on absolutely anything, I. will. cry. [maybe not in front of them, but I WILL]
I've never been hugged before😭🤚
I have a lot of friends, but I also feel stressed to make sure I talk to every one of them every day.
I have more guy friends irl than girlfriends, because my school has a staggeringly low amount of girls.
I know three languages, but I'm always interested in learning more (I started on Korean, Spanish, French, and Latin and now I don't remember anything from any of them)
I still have a Da Vinci research chart over my bed from when I was obsessed with the Da Vinci Code book.
Random acts of kindness make me cry 🌹
Who I'd like to be shipped with: I'm currently catching up on marvel movies and I LOVE peter so peter parker it is!
Type of ships: I love drabbles/oneshots/headcanons/anything! You can do whatever you feel inspired by, and make it as long or short as you please! If you can, please make it fluffy or angst to fluff 🥺
Thank you for reading/considering love <3
As a licensed hug machine, it's a huge violation in my affection programming that you've never been hugged before.
Ash met Peter when she moved to New York and started attending the same school. And when Peter first raised his gaze to look at her, he knew he was done for, he had a new crush and it was the new girl at her biology class.
MJ befriended Ash surprisingly quickly, and MJ also picked on Peter's longing gazes almost immediately. She smirked Peter's way, snapping him out of it as he had been caught and Ned laughed, nudging him with his elbow.
"Go talk to Ash, seriously dude," Ned said one day. "I can't watch you two pining over each other any longer."
"Me? Pining? Pining over Ash?" Peter snorted, restraining himself from glancing her way. "Oh, you've gotten it all wrong."
"Yeah, riiiight," MJ suddenly said, having appeared behind them and the boys flinched, seeing the girl leaning back, watching them with a smirk and rolling her eyes, pointing towards Ash with her french fry. "That's what Ash says too. Can't believe her for a second."
"W-wait, you've talked about me?" Peter asked with flushed cheeks and MJ rolled her eyes again.
"She's always talking about you, fangirling about you like you'd be the lead in a rock band or something." she sighed and glanced at her friend. "She might seem intimidating at first, but I promise she's nice. Just go talk to her already, I start to grow tired about how all our discussions are like Peter Peter Peter, oh Peter is so smart... she's nice company otherwise but I'm not the type of girl to fangirl with about boys."
Peter gulped as he looked at Ash's back turned to them at the diner, her hair in a long braid - she looked like a Disney princess with it, along with her beautiful dress. Peter felt like Ash was way out of his league. But as Ned and MJ stared at him, he slowly stood up and made his way to Ash. She looked up from her book when she heard someone approach, turning to look at Peter, before her eyes widened. Peter hoped that the shock in her eyes was positive shock.
"Uh... hi. Um, can I sit with you for a moment? My friend uh... has private business to take care of." Well that's not questionable at all, Peter thought and wanted to slap himself after saying that. "I- I mean that he got a phone call. A private phone call."
He felt so stupid, but fortunately Ash looked like she was just as lost with words, before she nodded and Peter eagerly sat opposite of her.
"What are you reading?" he asked, and Ash smiled.
"These are just silly old books about cold cases around the world, I have a weird hobby of wanting to solve stuff like that..." she muttered and let Peter take a look.
"Huh," Peter frowned. "I like solving crime cases as well. I mean, in a way."
"Really?" Ash's eyes lit up and Peter blinked, staring into them for a moment and almost getting lost, before blushing and looking away.
"Yeah, maybe... we could try solving something together sometime?" he suggested, almost regretting for being so straightforward but Ash's excited smile told him everything he needed to know and he smiled back, hoping that this could lead to something greater...
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Congrats on 2K, Jenni!!!
I would like a self-ship, please.
name: kit
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: lesbian
appearance: fair skin, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair that's slightly below my chin, glasses, short (5'2)
personality: nice, kind, responsible, shy, introvert, MBTI is (INFJ-T - Turbulent Advocate). I'm shy and quiet around new people, but once I get to know them I open up a little more. I'm also really creative.
pets: a black cat who is a scaredy cat with big eyes who is cuddly towards me (Max), and two orange kittens, one is a scaredy cat who is kinda friendly if there's not a lot of noise around (Thor), and the other has some white on his face and chest, and he's so sweet (Loki).
likes: kind people, art, cats, watching movies and tv, listening to music, video games, daydreaming, sunny days, blankets. My favorite video game is Stardew Valley, but I also love Little Big Planet and I love Lego Star Wars as well as Lego Batman (I'm not really into the heavy games at the moment). My favorite bands I like to listen to are PVRIS, Paramore, and Against The Current. My favorite tv show is The Legend of Korra and my favorite movie is The Princess Bride.
dislikes: bullies, being late, bugs, large crowds
hobbies: reading, writing, drawing. I've been reading for most of my life, and I'm currently trying to get through The Shadow of Kyoshi by F. C. Yee and Michael Dante DiMartino. I really like writing, especially fanfiction, and I started drawing again last year.
I would like to be shipped with Donna Troy and I would like fluff in third person, and you can choose what it's written as.
Thank you so much!!
"Hi, Jenni!
I would like a second self-ship, please.
I would like it to be platonic with either Dick Grayson or Jason Todd with fluff in third person and you can choose what it's written as.
Thank you."
I made your ships to cross with each other because all of your characters were within the same fandom, I hope that's okay!
Kit met Donna at a party held by their mutual friend. Donna found Kit all by herself in a room where there were just a few other people, but Kit was sitting on a armchair with her drink in hand, just observing. Donna sat by her and started a chat, feeling bad that someone was alone there, when parties should have been fun.
She got to know that Kit doesn't really like being at parties full of people she doesn't know. She was quiet and shy, and Donna spotted a blush reddening Kit's cheeks when she complimented her outfit.
When the party was over, Donna offered to give Kit a ride home since she looked tired. She tried to decline, not wanting to be a bother, but Donna assured it wouldn't be a problem and soon Kit noticed herself sitting beside Donna in her car, feeling herself dangerously developing something towards Donna. They had just met that night, and she was already falling for her - something had been triggered, and Kit couldn't help but already hoping that she'd see Donna again.
And it didn't take even a week before Donna called Kit, asking if she'd be up to grab a coffee together. "We had a lot of fun at the party and while I was driving you home, so I was wondering..."
Kit accepted in a heartbeat, Max immediately jumping on her lap to beg for some cuddles. He probably heard it how fast her heart was thumping, and Kit gave him a little laugh, giving him a rub he loved so much.
Shortly after getting to know Donna, Kit naturally met one of Donna's closest friends, Dick Grayson. He would have easily felt like a third wheel as Kit and Donna clearly had feelings for each other, but he made some teasing comments and gave the two knowing looks.
It didn't take long for those two to become friends too, and Dick was there to give Kit advice when she felt too insecure to be worthy of Donna's feelings, if she would even return them. He invited her over to a dinner a couple of times to the Titans tower, and Kit met Donna's other friends. Kit was unaware that they were actually superheroes at that point, and Dick was calming Hank down behind the corner when he thought Kit is too much of a risk to bring there, being a civilian. But they all quickly grew to like her, and soon she was a regular sight there, usually cuddling somewhere with Donna.
BONUS: THEM TOGETHER
When it wasn't a busy day, three of them just chilled on the sofa, playing a video game or then Kit's head was on Donna's lap as she was reading a book while Donna's hand slowly went through her hair and occasionally rubbed her scalp. If they were spending time at Kit's place, then her cats were there too, Max and Thor had grown to like Donna and Dick after a while and now they both settled themselves on either side of Dick if he was daring enough to sit down. They often watched a TV show or a movie when they were at Kit's place, just a calm evening when Dick and Donna could feel like ordinary people. Jason came by once in a while too, bringing some treats with him if they would watch a movie, and he was always welcome to join.
They would also listen to music together every once in a while, jamming to it or then just relaxing. Kit wouldn't have believed it when she first met Donna, but she now had a strong safety net around herself - stronger than she even knew. One day, they'd tell her about being those masked superheroes, but for now it was unsafe. But they knew she'd understand, she was kind and understanding. Donna definitely hit a jackpot when she got to know Kit.
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Hello congratulations on 2k!! I would like to get a harry potter ship please if thats okay.💝💝 My pronouns are her/she and can I have a female ship???? I'm a shy slytherin and my patrouns is a crow I absolutely love to read and sometimes like to write and like to draw people I get overwhelmed easly by sound and if theres too much going on I'm quite reserved and people tend to stay away from me 💚🖤💚💝💝
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Andromeda Black
You were in the Common Room by the fire, just watching as the flames danced when you heard the portrait door swing open
Looking to the side, you saw the Black sisters walk in Bellatrix and Narcissa, the eldest and youngest of the three, were engrossed in a conversation of their own while the middle sister trailed closely behind. If you remembered correctly, her name was Andromeda
She was in your year but you never talked to her
The three sisters sat opposite of you, Bellatrix and Narcissa still in deep conversation while Andromeda rested her head on Bellatrix’s shoulder as she pulled out a book to read
You didn’t know when or why you even started, but you had ended up sketching the middle Black sister as she read. It also wasn’t until you were done sketching that you realized the book she reading, was one of your favorites
Over the course of the next few months, your sketchbook was filled with many different sketches of other students, Professors, and animals but Andromeda seeemd to dominant the other ones as there were pages filled with sketches of only her
She was never going to see them you would tell yourself as you flipped through the pages but one day, it happened
You were sitting in Charms class, barely paying attention to what the Professor was saying when the bell had rang. Quickly collecting your supplies and books, you didn’t notice the sketchbook sliding off your lap and onto the ground as you ran out the door. Your next class was on the other side of the castle and you had absolutely no desire to be late
Andromeda, who sat a few seats behind you, had noticed the book falling to the ground and decided to pick it up to return to you
As she crouched down to pick it up, she noticed that it landed on a page so when she picked it up, she was shocked to see an entire page filled with sketches of her
Had this been another student she would have probably cringed and left Bella to deal with it but you were different. She couldn’t exactly say why, but there was something about you that set you aside from the other Slytherins she knew
You hadn’t even noticed your missing sketchbook due to all the work your Professors were assigning. There wasn’t time for sketches and doodles as your entire schedule was filled with all the assignments due in a few days so while the other Slytherins were having a party in the Common Room, you were in the library much to your friends dismay
Even if there wasn’t multiple assignments due in the coming days, you still wouldn’t have attended. Those types of events always managed to overwhelm you far to easily
Far too focused on your paper, you didn’t notice someone walking towards your table until a familiar book was placed down in front of you
The quill in your hand hit the table as you looked up to see Andromeda Black out of all people, looking down at you with a soft smile
“Didn’t quite know I was your muse.”
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congratulations! can i get a male 🦋 for harry potter, any era? my pronouns are she/her, i’m 5’2, i have brown eyes, tan skin, brown curly hair with a blonde balayage. i’m a ravenclaw, my wand is an ash wood with a dragon heartstring core and 10 1/4” and my patronus is a runespoor. i like to read, write, and bake. i don’t like ignorant people or when people doubt me, i also have a bee phobia. thanks!💓
I ship with you...
Regulus Black
The two of you probably met during DADA where you were all taught how to cast a patronus during sixth year
Regulus never really paid much attention to those outside of his house, that is until he saw you. More specifically, your patronus. A runespoor was definitely not a patronus he had expected a Ravenclaw to be able to cast due to the creatures association with the Dark Arts
He didn’t stalk you, but he started to realize that you were always there, whether it was intentional or not, he didn’t mind
He’d see you when he entered the library, sitting at a table with your friends either reading or working on a paper he assumed. he would take a table close by and occasioanlly, glance towards your table while you were focused on the task at hand
He’d also see you in class, going off on another student who was far too stupid to even be placed in Advanced Potions
Maybe it was the change in demeanor or maybe it was the fact that you had left the poor student speechless and slightly embarrassed that Regulus started to wonder why he had never noticed you until now
Having grown up around ignorant people, he understood your dislike for them and probably used your recent call out as an excuse to talk to you
Even though you were quite surprised when he sat down beside you, his plan worked and the two of you were scolded by the professor after class for not shutting up during the entire lesson not that you cared though
The next shared class you guys had, he took the seat beside you and both talked through the Professor’s entire lesson causing your Houses to lose quite a few points
After a few more classes going by like this, he asked you on a date
Okay he didn’t exactly say the word date, he merely asked if you would like to work on your papers together in the library and you agreed but that didn’t stop both of you being a wreck of nerves before the study date session
During said study session, Regulus couldn’t help but notice your not so subtle attempts of trying sneaking some cookies into your mouth
“If you give me some I won’t tell Madame Pinch.” He said catching you by surprise
Were you really not that subtle?
Hesitantly, you gave him a cookie and found yourself mirroring the smile he gave you expect yours didn’t seem to leave
“These are really good. Where’d you get them?”
“I actually made them before meeting you here.”
After that successful study date session, you’d be wrong to think it’d be the last
Every Friday after class and Saturday morning after lunch, the two of you could be found at a table in far back of the library munching on some baked goods you made beforehand or in the kitchens where you would be teaching Regulus how to bake
The House Elves, who were more than happy to let the two of you share the kitchen, would occasioanlly glance up from their work to see the two of you joking around
They didn’t mind much about the mess you both made because you would have insisted you stay back to help no matter how much they protested
As time went on, the two of you grew closer and when the weather got warmer, you both visited Hogsmeade together
By that time, rumours had already spread about your relationship status and the only thing you could do was simply smile because even you didn’t know
The two of you were practically attached to the hip but he never officially asked you out
You were going to ask him during your late night adventures on top of the Astromony Tower but he had beat you to it, officially asking you out under the stars
i’m gonna cry he deserves sm love treat him well🥺
not my gif
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A/N: Hii so sorry this took so long but I hope you liked this! I also didn’t write anything about your bee phobia just because I didn’t know how, sorry about that.
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