I understand that a lot of people enjoy writing shipfics where they transplant characters into a college setting. Since some writers may not be in college, or may have graduated a long time ago, I thought I’d offer a helpful list of realistic college meet not-so-cute scenarios. Forget baristas. This is where it’s at.
- I’m really passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I have to shove it down your throat
- vicious battle over the only left handed desk in the room
- my roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor
- it’s pouring and my final paper is in my backpack so I guess we’re stuck under this tiny awning together. do you think they’d deliver pizza here
- hey I have to photograph someone for class will you be my model
- hey I have to take someone’s blood pressure for class will you be my victim
- variations of the above
- I know I keep coming to the cookie shop and for some reason it’s always your shift but don’t you dare judge me I need these for my sanity
- all our friends are drunk
- it’s 3 am and I’m still in the library studying for finals and I’m losing my grip on reality and I think I just saw a ghost
- we’re the only two people in this club. what is this club even for
- humans vs zombies (see you can still have your zombie AU, best of both worlds)
- we’re the only people who ever talk in discussions it’s awful
Remember when you wrote the blind kid and I read it 8 times and have never been the same since? Hahahaahahahaha yeah me too
hahahaha i’ll be honest with you, i read it over every once in a while too. it’s pretty good, i’m surprised i managed to write it! almost want to change the names and publish it as a short story. so sweet it makes my teeth rot
accidentally swapped phones with someone at a party and don’t realize until their mom calls in the morning and you spend like three hours talking to this hilarious woman about life and when you go to her house to return her kid’s phone wow the kid is the really good kisser from the party last night au
you know your au where its zayn/harry and louis finds a baby so zarry steals it and makes it theres do you know how happy i would be if you would write a continuation of that.... like one that focuses on either zouis or larry friendship.... not saying anything... but that would be so cool
I LOVE THAT AU it’s seriously one of my favorites and it’s on my list to make a sequel to! currently i’m working on the sequel to the one where larry are brothers, and then i’m writing a sequel to the superheroes one. but it’s gonna happen! :) thanks for the message
Are you going to be updating The Unexpected anytime soon?
oh god. i am working on it! i’ve written some more stuff.
here, i’ll ask you this, because it’s kind of preventing me from continuing: would it be weird if i skipped the first half of the games and basically went from the middle on? because i’m having trouble wanting to write it out more than “2 teams up with 8. Katniss is sad. People die.” But idk if the break would feel weird?
extreme couponing au where louis is the quirky boy who keeps getting fired from his miscellaneous minimum wage jobs and so decides to spend hours per week collecting coupons so he can get diapers and iced tea and fruity snacks for his siblings free and harry is the patient check-out boy agrees to ring up his fifty coupons by hand after the scanner breaks so he gets to spend more time with him
wow i just saw the list of things you're working on right now, that's a loooooot! and i absolutely can't wait to read every single one of them, they all sound amazing!! :) was the list you posted random or did you sort it by priority? :)
pretty random! most of those have at least a rough draft finished, so i’ll start posting some more stuff soon :) :)
Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: One Direction (Band), Friday Night Lights Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson Additional Tags: Internalized Homophobia, American Football, Childhood Friends, Secret Relationship Summary:
Harry notices some kids watching them, a few freshmen who still think it’s cool to cut classes and cut through peoples’ back yards.
Louis follows his eyes and gets abruptly uncomfortable. “I should go.”
“You don’t want to call me a faggot again first?” Harry says. “Maybe you can spit at me. Or push me. To keep up your image, right?”
“Don’t tell me you forget that now. You should never forget that, because I never can. When I’m thirty and living in New York or something, when I’m married to someone that genuinely loves me and is proud to be seen with me, I’ll still remember how that piece of shit football player from Nowhere, Texas made me feel less than nothing. How’s that for fucking closure.”
Honestly, I’m really only interested in soulmate AUs with alternative plots.
I don’t really care about person A and person B who have each other’s names on their wrists and find each other and live happily ever after. I care about a culture where people don’t bother forming romantic relationships with anyone other than their soulmate, where they finally find their soulmate and realize they don’t know how to handle the ups and downs of a relationship.
I care about people who fall in love with someone who isn’t their soulmate and aren’t willing to leave.
I care about queer people who are outed by the names on their arms, about trans people who spend their whole lives worrying that their birth name will be on their soulmate’s arm, then sobbing in relief when it’s not.
I care about people in poly relationships and how that looks.
I care about asexual aromantic people who have a name anyway and wonder if they’re broken or if it’s the platonic soulmate they’ve always wanted.
I care about people who Google their soulmate and are disappointed by what they find. I care about the private detective agencies that rake in cash to help people find their soulmates. I care about the ways non-soulmate couples are discriminated against, from disapproving grandmas to insurance companies that won’t insure someone’s spouse unless they’re their soulmate. I care about teenagers who are devastated that their celebrity crush isn’t their soulmate and what happens when the media discovers a young, unknown person whose soulmate is hugely famous.
I care about the people who never meet their soulmates, whose soulmates died young, whose soulmates have another name on their arms.
I care about the ways that this is a broken system, how it fucks people up, how it doesn’t guarantee a happy ending and how people find their happy endings anyway.