Omg hi, i'm the Anonymous with 7 different cacti...Holy crap!🥰🤩THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH !! I especially love that you did angst with one and the sweetest fluffy lovestory with another!✨️✨️✨️🎉💖
Hi! I am so, so happy that you liked your matchups! And yes, I am trying to do new ideas, allowing myself to try out angsty matches along with my fluffy; I just love the vibes for both, and I really enjoyed writing them for you <333
If you ever want more, I plan on opening my inbox again soon!
Hiiiiii i'd love a match up if that's okay?😁 I'm looking for romantic match ups with either men or women from Harry Potter & Spiderverse ^^
I'm a 16 year old 5'4 pansexual who uses she/they. I have light brown hair that i usually wear tied to the back of my neck but if it's down naturally it sort of falls into a bob cut. I love to wear hair accessories and rings and necklaces in bright yellows and blues- i dont have a ton of money but I love collecting trinkets to wear, especially because I go to alot of festivals through the year🎊.
I'm part of the eco club at school and i'm a big fan of plants and taking care of them (evidenced with the 7 different cacti im currently taking care of🌵). I've been told that i'm very loud and extroverted, usually a bit too much, but I dont mind because a few of my friends are introverts so we gell really well when I yap loads and they listen ✨️
Some things I really like are drum & bass music, club raves, festival food, arts and crafts, sunflowers, manga and cheerleading (i used to be in a team before I quit for more time for eco club ❤️). I really dislike people who wont let others express themselves and those who think that hurting the world and animals is okay ): I do my best to be patient with everyone but i'm very loyal and have gotten into a fair bit of trouble for starting fights to stick up for my friends🥲 I look forward to seeing your matchups for me TYSM!😁😁
Hi!
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I am so sorry for the long wait!
I really hope you like your matches!
Enjoy!
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Romantic Matchups; Harry Potter and Spiderverse
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Romantic;
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Harry Potter;
Luna Lovegood -
The Hogwarts greenhouses were always warm, smelling of rich earth, crushed eucalyptus, and magic
As Professor Sprout’s absolute star student
With a slightly exasperated Neville Longbottom holding a respectable second place
The greenhouse was practically your second common room
You were sixteen,fingers covered in soil, and brightly colored yellow and blue rings catching the enchanted sunlight
You were busy singing a muffled drum & bass rhythm under your breath when Professor Sprout bustled in with a girl whose ethereal aura completely disrupted the humid air
It was Luna Lovegood
Sprout explained that Luna needed some extra assistance navigating the practical applications of magical flora
And since you were practically a blooming prodigy, the task fell to you
Luna was wearing a necklace made of butterbeer corks and had a pair of bright yellow radishes dangling from her ears that perfectly matched the joyful yellow hair clips you wore
She looked at you with those wide, unblinking silvery eyes and smiled a serene, otherworldly smile
"The Wrackspurts are very quiet around you," She remarked, ignoring the writhing Venomous Tentacula beside her, "I think it’s because your hair looks like a cozy nest."
You, being incredibly loud and extroverted, didn't find her weird at all
In fact, you immediately yapped about how much you loved her radish earrings and asked if she wanted to see your favorite specimen: a rare, glowing cactus that hummed when you petted it
Luna simply listened, her quiet, serene presence a perfect anchor to your booming, high-energy chatter
Your friendship bloomed rapidly within the glass walls
You were a thunderstorm of fun facts, arts and crafts ideas, and loud laughter, while Luna was a gentle, drifting breeze
You spent your afternoons tutoring her, which mostly devolved into the two of you making up ridiculous plant puns and decorating the clay pots with bright blue and yellow muggle paints you’d smuggled in
You would ramble endlessly about the seven cacti you kept in your dormitory, and Luna would nod solemnly, suggesting that you play them some of your favorite "fast muggle thumping music" to help their roots dance
"You know, Luna, I think this Mandrake is just un-be-leaf-ably moody today," You shouted over the cries of a juvenile plant, adjusting your bright blue bead bracelets
Luna giggled, a sound like small silver bells
"Perhaps it’s just having a bad thyme, Y/N. It lacks your sunny disposition. You’re very much like a sunflower, you know. Always turning toward the light, even when the sky is gray."
Outside of lessons, you became her fierce protector
When a couple of third-year Slytherins tried to hide Luna’s stuff, your hyper-loyal streak flared up
You didn't hesitate - you marched right up to them, knocked a stack of books out of their hands, and threatened to hex them with a pimple-cursing jinx if they didn't return her belongings immediately
When you walked back to Luna, still huffing and full of adrenaline, she just laced her fingers through yours
"You have a very fiery canopy," She murmured softly, "But I like how safe it feels beneath your branches."
The feelings didn't hit you like a sudden lightning bolt; instead, they grew slowly, like a seedling taking deep root in fertile soil
You began to realize that your extroverted, loud nature, which sometimes overwhelmed others, never fazed Luna
She anchored you
When you went to Hogsmeade, you’d find yourself looking for trinkets that matched her eyes, or buying a warm, sugary festival-style pastry just to share it with her
You noticed the way the golden hour light caught her dirty-blonde hair, and how your heart did a strange, fluttering flip every time she reached out to adjust your hair for you
For Luna, the realization was just as sweet
She was used to being an outsider, but you invited her into your loud, vibrant world with open arms
One evening, you set up a small "festival" inside the empty greenhouse
You used a localized charm to make the ceiling look like a starlit festival sky, playing a soft, rhythmic acoustic beat, and brought a basket of dried fruits and sweets
You danced around the potted sunflowers, your hair bobbing, laughing loudly as you tried to teach her a cheerleading routine you remembered from your younger years
Luna watched you, her silver eyes reflecting the magical starlight
"Y/N," She said softly, stepping into your space
The scent of sweet soil and your citrusy perfume filled the air
"I think my heart is undergoing a sudden case of photosynthesis. Whenever you are near, it expands, wanting to absorb all of your sunlight."
You paused mid-laugh, "Luna... Are you saying I’m growing on you?" You teased, though your voice trembled
"Extremely," She whispered, her fingers lightly tracing the bright blue ring on your thumb, "I believe we are perfectly cross-pollinated."
The official confession happened during the Spring Equinox
You had spent the entire day helping Professor Sprout repot a massive batch of Dittany, and you were exhausted but buzzing with happy energy
Luna found you sitting on a wooden bench, a halo of real sunflowers floating around your head
A little charm you’d practiced or fun
When she sat down next to you, you blurted it out, unable to contain your loud, passionate heart any longer
"Luna, I’m totally crazy about you! Like, more than my cacti, more than a summer rave, more than anything. I want to be your person. If that's okay?"
Luna didn't answer with words at first
Instead, she leaned in and pressed a soft, feather-light kiss to your cheek, right beneath your eye
"I’ve known the Nargles were matchmaking us for months," She said with a serene smile, "I would love nothing more than to walk through the meadows with you."
From that moment on, your relationship was an ethereal blend of your chaotic, loud joy and her calm, whimsical magic
You became a fixture by each other's sides
She calls you "My Sunflower"
Your dates are always held outdoors or in cozy, magical spaces
You take her on "picnics"
You bring a blanket, lay on your backs, and look at the clouds while you read manga out loud to her, doing all the dramatic, loud voices for the characters while she listens with rapt attention
Evenings are spent in the greenhouse or her common room
You sit cross-legged behind her, gently unbraiding her hair and brushing it out while she holds one of your cacti, whispering sweet things to it so it doesn't prick her
You love collecting colorful wizarding sweets and sharing them, giggling when your tongues turn bright blue or neon yellow
One rainy evening, you were feeling deeply discouraged after a long, frustrating day of classes where people wouldn't let you speak
You were sitting silently in the corner, your usual loud spark completely gone
Luna walked in, wearing a oversized sweater you’d brightened up with yellow dye, and handed you a handmade crown woven entirely out of fresh, glowing blue hyacinths and miniature sunflowers
She placed it gently on your head, leaning down to press her forehead against yours
"Don't let them prune your spirit, my sunflower," She whispered, her hands cupping your face, her rings cold against your warm skin, "Your voice is the most beautiful rhythm in this entire castle. If they won't listen to your song, sing it to me. I will always dance to it."
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Across The Spiderverse;
Pavitr Prabhakar -
The Spider-Society HQ was a sprawling, chaotic metropolis of web-slinging heroes
But nothing prepared them for your entrance
You were sixteen, a dimension-traveling Spider-Person wearing a sleek suit accented with your favorite neon yellow and bright blue patterns
You didn't use a standard Go-Home-Machine or a dimensional watch to arrive
Instead, you literally tore a rift in space-time and stepped directly into Miguel O'Hara’s central command center, casually tossing an empty bag of festival food into a nearby bin and brushing your hands
Miguel was immediately on your case, his massive, imposing frame towering over you as his glowing red eyes glared in sheer frustration
You were dragged into an immediate interrogation, surrounded by various Spider-People
Including a very curious Pavitr Prabhakar, whose eyes were wide, his gorgeous, voluminous hair bouncing as he leaned forward to watch
You sat there, utterly bored, resting your chin in your hands, your fingers adorned with your favorite colorful rings over your suit
"Look, big guy," You sighed loudly, your extroverted, sarcastic tone catching everyone off guard, "I know the drill. Radioactive spider bit me, boom, super strength, wall-crawling, web-shooting. I know you know, so can we skip the slideshow? The unique part? I can teleport through space and time. No watch required. Pretty neat, right?"
What you didn't tell Miguel...
What you hid behind your loud, yapping, nonchalant exterior
Was the horrifying truth
You were from the future
And you were currently staring at Pavitr Prabhakar, the boy who, in your original timeline, you had loved with every fiber of your being
The boy who had died in your arms
You had broken the laws of the universe to loop back in time, desperate to find a way to rewrite reality and keep him alive
Miguel reluctantly assigned you to a small tactical strike team consisting of yourself, Hobie Brown, and Pavitr
After he deemed you trustworthy
It was a cruel form of torture for your heart
Every time Pavitr flashed his brilliant, gap-toothed smile at you, or adjusted his gold-trimmed blue and red suit, a sharp, physical ache bloomed in your chest
You tried your best to act like your usual loud, energetic self
You talked endlessly about manga, raves, and your love for the eco-club back in your home dimension, trying to drown out the grief
Pavitr was a perfect listener, matching your high energy with his own bouncy, optimistic chatter
But Pavitr noticed the cracks in your facade
He would catch you staring at him with a profound, heartbreaking sadness before you’d quickly mask it with a sarcastic joke or a loud laugh
One afternoon, while you were sitting on the edge of a skyscraper in Mumbattan, eating spicy street food, Pavitr swung down and sat right next to you, his shoulder brushing yours
"Hey," He said, his voice unusually soft as he took off his mask, revealing his handsome face and earnest brown eyes, "Can I ask you something? Have we... Met before? Because every time you look at me, I feel this weird, warm spark. And sometimes, when you laugh, I get this intense feeling that I've known you for a thousand lifetimes."
You swallowed hard, forcing a loud, bright laugh that sounded entirely too hollow
"Nah, Pav! Must be a localized dimensional echo or something. I just have one of those faces. Now, tell me more about chai."
"It's just chai, not- Wait... You didn't say "chai tea"."
You smiled, but inside, you were weeping
Over the next two months, the slow burn of your forced proximity began to consume you both
Despite your desperate attempts to keep an emotional distance to avoid altering the timeline too severely, you couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again
You were a thunderstorm of anxiety and fierce, protective loyalty
He was a literal ray of pure, unadulterated sunshine
You found yourself sticking up for him during briefings, loudly snapping at Miguel whenever the leader was too harsh on Pavitr’s optimistic methods
Pavitr was falling hard
He loved your loud, unfiltered personality
He loved how you wore bright yellow and blue accessories over your spider-suit just to express yourself
He started buying you little trinkets from his dimension
A yellow flower, or a rare manga volume you’d mentioned wanting
Every time he handed you a gift, his hand would linger against yours, his eyes searching your face for the answers you refused to give
The tension between you was palpable, a beautiful, tragic dance on the edge of a knife
Then, the day arrived
The exact mission you had been dreading
You, Pavitr, and Hobie were deployed to a crumbling, neon-lit cyberpunk dimension to contain a massive, volatile reality-glitch anomaly of Rhino
The sky was bleeding fractured code, and the wind howled like a dying machine
Your heart was pounding against your ribs, fear coursing through your veins like electricity
This was the moment
This was where Pavitr had died in the future
As the anomaly lunged, firing a beam of pure, localized antimatter directly at an distracted Pavitr, time seemed to slow down
You didn't hesitate
Your fierce loyalty and profound love overrode every instinct of self-preservation
With a loud, defiant cry, you used your teleportation power, materializing right in front of him
Crack
The beam hit you squarely in the chest
The force threw you backward, and Pavitr caught you, screaming your name as you both slammed onto the rain-slicked rooftop
Fueled by sheer, panicked rage, Pavitr used his powers with the help of Hobie to trap the anomaly in a matter of seconds before dropping to his knees beside you
He pulled you into his lap, his hands trembling violently as he pressed down on your bleeding wound
"No, no, no! Y/N, stay with me! Why did you do that?!" He sobbed, tears streaming down his face, ruining his perfectly styled hair as the rain washed over you both, "You idiot! You loud, beautiful, reckless idiot!"
You let out a weak, wet chuckle, trying to maintain your positive spark even as the edges of your vision began to fray into digital static
"Hey... Don't yell, Pav... Defending my friends... Is kind of my thing."
"You just don't get it! I love you!" Pavitr cried out, pressing his forehead against yours, his tears mixing with the rain on your maskless face, "I've loved you since the second you stepped into that HQ! Please, don't leave me. I can't lose you."
You reached up, your hand trembling as you cupped his warm cheek, "I know, Pav... I love you too. Always have. Always will."
Your body began to glitch violently, flashing neon blue and yellow before, with one final, agonizing hum of space-time energy, you completely vanished from his arms, leaving Pavitr alone on the rooftop with Hobie, screaming your name into the empty rain
He wiped his tears, his heart shattered into a million pieces, and activated his watch to return to Mumbattan, a ghost of the boy he used to be
GASP
You sat up violently in your bed, tearing the covers off as you drew a deep, air-grasping breath into your lungs
Your hands flew to your chest
No blood, no wound
You looked around
The seven cacti sat peacefully on your windowsill, bathing in the early morning sunlight
You turned your head and stared at the digital calendar hanging on your bedroom wall
It was the exact date
The exact morning you had first teleported to the Spider-Society HQ all those months ago
A heavy, crushing weight settled onto your shoulders as tears finally spilled from your eyes
It was a cycle
An endless, quantum loop
Every single time you failed to stop the anomaly perfectly, you died, and reality reset your personal timeline, dragging you back to the very beginning
You were so tired...
And the worst part?
Once Pavitr returned to HQ from that tragic mission, the timeline rewrite would wipe his memory completely
It would wipe everyone's memory, except yours
When you walked into that interrogation room today, he wouldn't remember your name, your love, or the way you died for him
Over and over and over again
All to try and save him, to find out the right way to stop the anomaly
To live, to survive finally
He would just see a loud, strange new Spider-Girl in a neon suit
You wiped your tears away, and you took a deep breath, hardening your resolve
You would go back
You would endure the interrogation, the slow-burn friendship, the painful pining, and the heartbreaking realization all over again
You've been doing it for months at this point, every day was the same
You could do it again
You would relive the love and the pain a thousand times over, just to keep him safe
Because to a fiercely loyal soul like yours, Pavitr Prabhakar was worth every single loop
For those waiting for a matchup they requested, I just got back into the flow of writing. I've been super busy with new kittens! But I am back to going through the requests that I have and getting them done. Sadly, I won't be doing the added aesthetics to the matchups anymore. I think I might keep that idea for matchups during the holidays, maybe.
I am going to try and get through the matchups that I have and open the inbox back up soon. At this point in my life, however, I do not think I will be reopening my fanfic inbox, nor even write fanfics and post them... I've not been in the best mindset for writing full length things at the moment, and that saddens me, but hopefully one day I can write them again.
I plan to reopen the matchup inbox either in July or August!
Thank y'all for always supporting me in my endeavors and being there!
I hope all of your pillows are cold and your blankets fluffy <3
Hi hi, i saw that your requests were open and i'd like to request a match up (romantic) with guys from DC, Harry Potter and Stranger Things.
Age: 17
Pronouns & Sexuality: He/Him, Queer with masc preference
Physical details: Short dark brown mullet with blonde dyed tips, grey eyes, lightly freckled face and hands, very thin and pale skinned from an unfortunate ED, cane user to help with hypermobility
Personality & Interests: i'm a big nerd, meaning I love superhero comics and supernatural tv shows and delving into fandoms a lot. I write my own fanfics and spent a few years engaging in fandom RP as well. I'm autistic but high masking so I try to adjust my personality to my environment but overall i'd say i value intelligent conversation and routine a lot as well as company who also enjoy binging their favourite media as opposed to going on long days out.
I wear a lot of monochrome clothes with some green (my favourite colour) and prefer to wear things such as denim shorts and a big hoodie and trainers. They're simplistic but comfortable clothing choices that i'll wear in various different ways (Like i said, I like routine). I really dislike hights and extreme weather conditions and really like collecting cozy blankets and spicy food (especially chilli).
Thank you for answering the request, If you do so 💜
Hello!
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I am so sorry for the wait!
I hope you like your matches!
Enjoy!
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Romantic Matchups; DC Comics, Harry Potter, and Stranger Things
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DC Comics;
Wally West (The Flash/Kid Flash) -
You weren't brought onto the team to punch through titanium or use magic to disarm someone
Your superpower lay in your hyper-analytical mind
Perfect for tracking telemetry, structural blind spots, and coordinate mapping from behind the safety of the main console at HQ
You sat in your designated ergonomic chair, your monochrome black hoodie swallowed you up, your cane rested against the desk
You were seventeen, a year older than the hyperactive speedster who skidded into the room three minutes before the team briefing, a half-eaten burger in hand
The real introduction, however, happened on a rainy Tuesday night when the team was grounded due to severe weather conditions
Which you completely loathed
To pass the time, you sat in the lounge area, your freckled hands meticulously sorting a deck of Uno cards
Wally, oozing sixteen-year-old bravado in his yellow and red uniform, still, dropped onto the sofa next to you
"Oh, you're playing the King of Uno. Just so you know, babe. Prepare to weep."
Ten minutes later, Wally was staring at his hand of twelve cards while you calmly laid down a Draw Four with a completely blank expression
Your grey eyes flicked up to his stunned face
"That's game, West. Your speed doesn't alter mathematical probability."
Wally didn't just like you in that moment
He was utterly, hopelessly transfixed
A guy who wore comfortable trainers, owned a short dark mullet with blonde tips that looked incredibly cool
And could utterly dismantle his ego without breaking a sweat?
He was done for
As the months rolled on
You became Wally's absolute favorite person ever
He quickly noticed your routine
You liked things predictable
You liked being at you desk
And you hated heights and the cold
Because Wally was an intensely giving, perceptive guy
(Except with Uno)
Beneath all his theatrical flirting, he adapted to you instantly
He never once babied you about your hyper-mobility or your cane; instead, he treated your workstation like a sacred cockpit where you were the undisputed captain
Whenever the team returned from a grueling mission, Wally wouldn't even wait for Batman's debrief
A gust of wind would rustle your fanfic-plotting notebooks, and suddenly a steaming-hot bowl of five-alarm chili would appear on your desk, right next to a cold glass of water
"Extra spicy, just how your weird palate likes it," He’d grin, leaning against your console, his uniform dusty but his smile blinding
He’d sit with you for hours while you adjusted your personality down from its high-masking public shell into your comfortable nerd self
He would listen with genuine fascination as you ranted about the complex lore of Supernatural TV shows or the intricate plot lines of comic books you read, completely unbothered by how specific your interests were
The slow burn was agonizing for anyone watching, mostly because Wally turned into a completely devoted, lost puppy whenever you were in the room
He stopped trying to flirt with every person in sight
His focus had narrowed entirely down to the pale guy with the freckled hands who kept him alive through his ear comms
You started realizing your own feelings when you noticed how safe he made your world feel
If a mission took the team to a high-altitude location, your voice would get just a fraction tighter over the channel
Wally would always whisper into his individual comm link
"Hey. I'm right here on the ground, okay? Keep your eyes on the data screen. I've got your back."
He’d gently wrap one of his cozy, oversized blankets around your shoulders when the air conditioning got too cold, sitting cross-legged on the desk by your chair
Your grey eyes would meet his green ones, and the silence between you would become heavy with things left unsaid
You loved his brilliant, scientific mind that hid behind his goofiness, and he loved your quiet stability
The confession didn't happen in a peaceful living room
It happened right before the Reach’s chrysalis threatened to destroy the Earth
The sky outside was an apocalyptic, violent swirl of extreme weather
You were at the main computer, your fingers flying across the keys to calculate the energy required to defuse the situation
Wally stood beside you, his eyes fixed on the terrifying data
He knew what he had to do
He had to run counterpart to Artemis and Flash, and he knew his speed might not be enough to keep him safe
He reached out, his hand gently covering your freckled fingers on the keyboard, forcing you to look at him
"Hey. Look at me."
Your grey eyes were wide, reflecting the green flashing warning lights of the screen
"Wally, the energy displacement... If you run at that capacity-"
"I know," He interrupted softly, his voice devoid of his usual jokes, "But I have to. Because you're on this planet."
He reached up, his thumb brushing over the light freckles on your cheek. "I’ve been in love with you since you ruined my life at Uno. If I don't make it back... Just know that you... You are the new King of Uno."
He gave you one lingering, desperate kiss that tasted like iron and rain before vanishing in a yellow streak
Though he fades into the Speed Force, the memory of his quick laughter and the cozy blankets he left behind remain your anchor
A heartbreakingly beautiful reminder that the fastest man alive slowed down entirely just for you
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Harry Potter;
George Weasley -
Hogwarts was overwhelming for a first-year who heavily relied on routine and quiet spaces
You had spent the entire train ride hiding your face behind a comic book, adjusting to the sensory overload of the moving castle
You hated the stairs
Why did they have to move?
Your hyper-mobility made the shifting staircases an absolute nightmare, and you were standing at the bottom of a flight to the library, gripping your cane tightly, feeling completely frozen as a crowd of older students pushed past
"Oi, Fred, look down there. Looks like we’ve got a stray little badger or a lost lion," A cheerful voice echoed from above
Two identical boys with flaming red hair bounded down the steps
George Weasley stopped right in front of you, his brown eyes warm and observant
He noticed your short dark mullet with the blonde tips, even at the age of eleven, and the way you were tensing up
Instead of making jokes, George dramatically bowed, sweeping his cloak across the stone floor
"Allow us to introduce ourselves. I’m George, that’s Fred. And we are the official staircase navigators of Hogwarts. Where to, your highness?"
You let out a small, sarcastic snort, your high-masking defense mechanism kicking in
"The library. Assuming you two can actually read well enough to find it."
Fred gasped in mock offense, but George’s eyes lit up with absolute delight
"Oh, he's a sharp one! I like him!"
They flanked you on either side, George carefully matching his long stride to your pace, making sure no one bumped into your frame
By the time you reached the library, your anxiety had completely evaporated, replaced by a warm, bubbling comfort
Because Fred and George were in your year, you were constantly around the twins, but it was George who truly learned your rhythms
You quickly became an indispensable part of their circle, acting as the mastermind behind their more complex, creative pranks
While the twins had the chaotic energy, you had the deep, obsessive focus of a nerd who loved analyzing structures
You would sit in the back of the Gryffindor common room, wrapped in one of your favorite cozy black blankets, wearing a massive hoodie, mapping out the precise timing of Hogwarts patrol schedules so they wouldn't get caught
Holidays at the Burrow became your absolute favorite routine
Mrs. Weasley took one look at you and made it her personal mission to feed you
Though she quickly learned from George that you only liked things loaded with chili and spices
George would secretly steal the spice jars from the kitchen to extra-season your plate so you wouldn't feel overwhelmed by the heavy traditional roasts
You’d spend evenings in the twins' bedroom, completely ignoring the wizarding world to binge-read Muggle comic books
With George lying across the foot of his bed, completely fascinated by your detailed explanations of superhero lore
Arthur also loves hearing about everything too...
The slow burn lasted for years, complicated by a massive, frustrating blind spot
You had fallen deeply for George
For his kindness, his quiet attentiveness, and the way he always made sure there was a chair ready for you so your joints wouldn't ache
But George, in a rare moment of insecurity, convinced himself that your sarcasm and closeness belonged to Fred
George would watch you two laughing over a Transfiguration mishap and feel a sharp, heavy ache in his chest, pulling back just enough to make you notice the distance
The breakthrough happened in their fifth year
You were sitting alone in the abandoned Potions classroom, your cane resting against the cauldron, trying to cope with a sudden wave of social anxiety
George walked in, his expression guarded
"Shouldn't you be with Fred? He was looking for you to test the Canary Creams."
You leaned back, letting your sarcastic shell drop completely
"George, if I wanted to be with Fred, I’d be with Fred. But I’m currently sitting in a damp dungeon hoping a specific, idiot red-head would realize that I’ve spent the last five years completely obsessed with him."
"Who? Fred?"
You wanted to drown yourself in the cauldron...
You gave him a look
George froze, his jaw practically dropping
"Me?" He blurted out, stepping closer, his robes sweeping the dusty floor, "You... You don't like Fred? But you always laugh at his jokes!"
"Because they're stupid, George! I laugh at your jokes because you're brilliant." You snapped
George didn't waste another second
He crossed the room, his large, freckled hands gently cupping your pale face, his brown eyes burning with a mixture of relief and absolute adoration
"Blimey..." He whispered, right before pulling you into a breathless, fierce kiss that left your head spinning.
Being George Weasley’s partner was an exercise in beautiful, secret rebellion
Because of the brewing war and the tyrannical arrival of Dolores Umbridge, you both kept your relationship entirely hidden from his mother and the High Inquisitor
His mother for different reasons, George didn't want his mother to bombard the both of you with endless questions about how you got together and asking if you'd adopt after graduation
You knew she'd mean well, but-
Hidden kisses behind the tapestries, secret notes tucked into your books, and George gently rubbing your back when your hyper-mobility flared up
The climax of your Hogwarts journey came on the day of the fireworks
Umbridge had cornered you, threatening detention
Suddenly, a massive explosion rocked the castle
Fred and George swept through the doors on their brooms, triumphant grins on their faces
George flew low, effortlessly steering his broom right alongside you
"Your chariot awaits, my lord!" George yelled over the roar of the magical fireworks
He extended a hand, his strong grip pulling you up onto the broom behind him
You wrapped your arms securely around his waist, burying your face into his red-and-gold sweater
As you soared out of the broken windows into the open, gray sky, leaving Umbridge screaming below, you let out a laugh
You were tired, but with George holding the broom steady, you felt completely invincible
~~~
Stranger Things;
Steve Harrington -
During your high school years, Steve Harrington was a distant, frustrating figure
You were a couple of years below him, a quiet nerd who navigated the chaotic hallways of Hawkins High with a short, dark mullet with blonde tips, a green hoodie that hid your thin frame, and a cane that you used to stabilize your hyper-mobile joints
You spent your time deep in the trenches of supernatural TV show fandoms and writing self-indulgent fanfics in your notebook
You were well aware that Steve was a jerk, which is why you kept your massive, highly illogical crush on him a total secret
Your best friend, Robin Buckley, knew everything
So, after graduation, when she started working at Family Video with a thoroughly humbled, incredibly dorky Steve Harrington, she decided it was time to intervene
One rainy afternoon, Robin practically dragged you into the store
"Steve!" Robin yelled, leaning over the counter. "This is my friend. They write stories that are literally better than half the movies in this comedy section, and they think you're an idiot. Be nice."
Whan an introduction
Steve looked up from rewinding a tape, his famous hair slightly messy, a completely goofy smile spreading across his face
"Hey! I'm not an idiot. I'm a highly respectable film connoisseur," He defended himself, pointing a plastic case at you
Your grey eyes narrowed in a playful, sarcastic glare. "Steve, you literally recommended "Caddyshack" to a woman looking for a documentary on golf last week."
Steve paused, his cheeks flushing pink, "Okay, first of all, that was a mistake. Second of all... You're pretty sharp, aren't you?"
Over the next year, a deeply comforting routine formed
You hated long days out and extreme weather, so Family Video became your ultimate sanctuary
You would sit on the counter, your cane hooked over the edge, typing out your latest fanfiction chapters on a portable typewriter or reading a comic book
Steve would wander over during his slow shifts, completely content to just be in your bubble
He didn't understand the hyper-specific lore of the shows you binged, but he loved the way your freckled hands moved when you got excited
He became incredibly attuned to your physical needs without ever being weird about it
If he saw you shivering from the store's draft, he’d immediately go to his car and retrieve his softest, beat-up Hawkins High crewneck for you to wear
If your joints were aching, he’d gently take your typewriter from you
"Alright, break time. Sit back. Tell me what happens next in your new story about the demon-hunting brothers. Does the tall one ever get a break?"
(Yeah, you came up with the idea of Supernatural)
He valued your intelligence immensely, often asking your advice on how to talk to the kids or how to handle Dustin's relentless teasing
Your crush didn't fade; it morphed into something much deeper and more terrifying
You loved this version of Steve
The one who carried heavy boxes for you
Who bought you spicy Mexican candy from the gas station
And who looked at you like you were the smartest person in Indiana
Robin eventually noticed the lingering glances and the way you’d mask your personality a bit less whenever Steve laughed at your jokes
She decided she’d had enough of the slow burn
She organized a "mandatory horror movie night" at Steve's house, promising a marathon of "Alien"
But when you arrived at the Harrington residence, wearing an oversized black hoodie and holding a cozy blanket you'd brought from home, Robin was nowhere to be found
Instead, a note was taped to the door: Car broke down. Have fun, nerds!
Wait... Robin didn't have a car
Steve opened the door, wearing a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants, looking a little nervous
"Uh, hey. Robin's a liar, by the way. She doesnt have a car." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But... Do you still want to stay? Can't have all the popcorn and candy go to waste."
The living room was dim, the blue light of the television casting shadows across the walls
You were curled up on his massive sofa, swallowed by your cozy blanket, with a large bowl of popcorn sitting between you
"Alien" was playing, the tension on screen mirroring the absolute electricity between the two of you
Your grey eyes were fixed on the screen, but your mind was entirely focused on how close Steve’s shoulder was to yours
You both reached into the popcorn bowl at the exact same time
Your hand bumped directly against his
You froze, your high-masking instinct telling you to pull away and make a sarcastic joke to break the tension
But Steve didn't move his hand
Instead, his fingers gently turned, wrapping around yours inside the warm bowl
"Look, I gotta just say it before I lose my mind," Steve muttered, his voice dropping an octave, his eyes fixed on your hand holding his. "Robin didn't plan this alone. I mean, I told her... I told her I’ve been completely crazy about you for months. And I know I used to be a total tool in high school, and you're this incredibly smart, cool writer who is way out of my league, but... I really like you."
You stared at him, your heart hammering against your ribs
The sarcasm completely vanished from your tongue, leaving only your soft, authentic side
"Steve... I’ve had a crush on you since you started taking care of those kids as if your birthed them yourself."
Steve’s head snapped up, a massive, disbelief-filled smile breaking across his face
"Are you serious? You're not just messing with me?"
"I don't joke about, Harrington," You murmured softly
Steve let out a breathy laugh, immediately sliding closer on the couch
He pulled you directly into his side, wrapping his strong arms around you over your cozy blanket
You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady, rapid beat of his heart as the movie played on
Hiii, i'd love to req a romantic match up if possible (: I'm 22 years old, and I'd love to be matched with either a guy or gal from DC comics and marvel ^^
I'm a Bisexual cis girl who's roughly 5'4, very pale skinned with shoulder-length red-dyed hair and dark blue eyes. I have quite a few tattoos, mostly of flowers in black and white, on my arms and circular silver glasses.
Personality wise i'd say i'm really creative, I love to draw and doodle tattoo ideas or sketch in my dozens of drawing pads in my spare time and do a lot of stitching onto clothes that I thrift and find at charity sales.
I wear a lot of baggy clothes because i'm ADHD and prefer loose clothing- usually things that end up covered in charcoal from my art.
I dont have a lot of friends but the few I do have all say that im a bit of an Introvert and like to regularly joke that I cant hurt a fly. I have two dogs and love animals so i'm also sometimes called a bit of a softie ^^"
I cant wait to see what match up i might get! Tysm!
Hello!
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I am sorry for the wait!
I really hope you like your matches!
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Enjoy!
Romantic Matchups; DC Comics and Marvel
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Romantic;
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DC Comics;
Joseph Wilson (Jericho) -
(Kind of going along with the 2018 Titans, but I took creative liberties)
Joining the Titans was overwhelming for an introvert who hated the thought of hurting a fly
Your power to draw things and bring them to life for a short time was brilliant for creating defensive shields or giant, harmless cartoon walls to block enemies, but you felt like an outsider in a tower full of trained professional fighters
You spent your first couple of weeks attached to Rachel's side mostly because she understood the need for absolute silence
But everything shifted the day you met Joseph
Being mute, Joey operated in a world of quiet observation that immediately felt safe to you
Because you didn't know American Sign Language, you carried around one of your dozens of charcoal-stained sketchpads everywhere you went
The very first day ou sat near him in the Titans' lounge, you flipped to. clean page, doodled a tiny, detailed picture of a sleeping dog, and wrote next to it:
"Hi, I'm Y/N, I hope it's alright if I sit here?"
Joey's face broke into that incredibly warm, bright smile of his
He took your pencil, and wrote back in neat, sweeping cursive
"Always. I like your glasses and sweater. And the dog. What's his name?"
And that's how it started
The sketchpad became your lifeline
For months, you and "Jer"
(The nickname you fondly gave him)
Were entirely inseparable but entirely silent to the rest of the room
During long, tedious, boring mission debriefs with Dick, you two would pass the notebook back and forth under the table
You would draw funny caricatures of the team
And Jer would cover his mouth, his shoulders shaking with silent, infectious laughter
You developed a whole language of inside jokes, sketching out a tiny turtle whenever a meeting was going too slow, or a little heart whenever one of you did something sweet
You both even got to the point that you both understood each other without even saying (writing) a thing
He became your ultimate comfort zone in a chaotic world
The feelings didn't hit you like a lighting bolt
They grew steadily
Like the intricate black-and-white floral tattoos wrapped around you
You noticed how Jer always made sure to sit beside you to watch you doodle
And how he never minded when your baggy clothes left faint gray charcoal smudges on his jackets when you hugged
He was so deeply gentle
And for someone with a soft heart who hated violence
For the most part
His kindness was completely intoxicating
You found yourself looking at his expressive eyes, his soft hair, and the way his hands moved so gracefully when he signed
You wanted to bridge the gap completely
So, on nights when your brain kept spinning well past two in the morning, you sat cross-legged on your bed, surrounded by thrifted clothes you were stitching custom embroidery onto
Beside your sewing needles, you kept a guide on American Sign Language
As well as your phone, video guides up and ready
While your two dogs snored softly at the foot of the bed, you practiced moving your fingers in the dim lamplight
Memorizing the shapes of the letters and words
It was incredibly frustrating at times, but every time you thought of Jer, your fingers found the rhythm
You kept it a total secret for a year
Wanting it to be absolutely perfect before you showed him
Believe me, you weren't an expert, but you felt confident
The confession happened on a quiet rainy evening in your room in HQ
You were wearing a massively oversized, paint-splattered gray hoodie, your round silver glasses sliding down your nose as you worked on a sketch
Jer was sitting on the floor across from you, leaning against the bed
He tapped your knee to get your attention and handed your communication notebook, expecting you to write
Instead, you took the notebook and gently set it face-down on the floor
Jer tilted his head, his eyes filled with mild, curious confusion
Taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart
You lifted your hands
Slowly, deliberately, you began to sign
You watched his eyes widened to the size of saucers, his mouth dropping open slightly in sheer, unadulterated shock
You signed that you had spent the last year secretly learning ASL because you wanted to communicate with him effortlessly
And because his voice - the one he shared through his expressions, hands, and soul - mattered more to you than anything else
To break the heavy, emotional tension
You quickly sign that you also learned some funny words, rapidly flashing the signs for "turtle" and a couple of the teribly foul curse words you'd learned
A silent, breathy chuckle escaped Jer's lips, but as you looked closer, you saw a faint glint of tears welling up in his eyes
He was completely moved, staring at your hands as if they were performing actual magic
You swallowed hard, your fingers trembling slightly as you made the final, most important secret known
You signed, "I love you"
Jer didn't hesitate
His expression softened into something so deeply adoring and tender it made your stomach flip
He reached out, gently catching your knee with one hand before signing "I love you" right back
He paused, his gaze dropping to your lips, before signing, "Can I kiss you?"
You gave a frantic, happy nod
And when his lips met yours, it was the softest, most reassuring feeling in the world
Dating Jer didn't drastically change the beautiful dynamic you already had
It just added a layer of profound warmth and physical affection
Because you were self-proclaimed introvert who only let a very tiny, exclusive list of people touch you, Jer treated your boundaries like sacred ground
He loved pulling you into his side while you both sat on the couch
His arm wrapped securely around your shoulders while you lazily sketched tattoo ideas on his arm or sketchbook
He became your biggest fan
As if he wasn't already
Often taking your drawings and pinning them all over is bedroom walls
Your favorite outdoor dates were completely low-stress and quiet
You'd pack a blanket, your sketchbook, pencils, snacks, and treats for your dogs
And Jer would drive you out to a secluded, grassy hill overlooking the city where you'd have a picnic and play with the dogs
While the dogs chased butterflies, you would lay back with your head in Jer's lap
He would bring his polaroid camera and cassette player
You'd listen to songs from the 80s
You'd sing along to some of them
Jer would absolutely love for you to design him a tattoo for him to get
The sweetest moments happened in the quiet evenings
Since you loved to stitch
You started customizing his jackets
Jer would sit patiently across from you while you embroidered small, delicate wildflowers onto the collars of his demin jackets
If your hands got cramped or your mind went into a restless spiral
He would gently take your hands and massage them with soothing lavender oil
You both eventually started keeping a secret savings jar hidden in your closet
Labeled with a little sketch of a house
Every time you made a little extra money at work
You'd drop cash inside, silently planning for a quiet cottage far away from the superhero life
You're sitting on your bedroom floor, frantically looking for your blending stump, your hair falling in your face a bit
You sign, rather poorly because of your frantic mind, "I am losing my mind. I think a goblin stole my blending stump."
Jer watches you, a massive, teasing smirk playing on his lips
He lifted his hands and signs back, "You signed "grandmother' instead of "goblin, honey."
You huffed, throwing a pillow at him, signing, "Shut up, I'm still learning!"
Jer catches the pillow, tosses it aside, and crawls to sit next to you
He takes takes off your glasses, cleans them perfectly with the corner of his soft shirt
Then he wipes the stray smudge of charcoal off your cheek with his thumb, and kisses you sweetly before replacing your glasses
For a good, long moment, you forgot you lost your blending stump
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Marvel;
Robbie Reyes (Ghost Rider) -
(Mainly thinking about Midnight Suns: Infernal Rising, but yeah more creative liberties were taken; I know Gabriel Luna was Robbie in Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D, so you could imagine him if you like)
Your introduction to the supernatural world was a literal nightmare
You were just a quiet, introverted artist who wouldn't harm a fly
But an ancient, malicious demon from the underworld had targeted your pure, gentle soul
Possessing your body to commit a string of reckless, petty crimes
The Midnight Suns
Blade, Magik, Nico Minoru, and Ghost Rider
Had tracked the demonic energy directly to you
While the team were chanting a containment spell to separate the entity from your body without tearing you apart
Robbie was in his Ghost Rider form, completely transfixed
Even with an evil, unnatural crimson glare in your eyes and a wicked smirk on your face, he could see the underlying bravery of the young woman trapped inside
He could tell that you were fighting back against the demon from the inside
The battle was chaotic and loud
But Nico's magic finally tore the demon out, banishing it into a swirling, purple portal back to the underworld
The moment the possession broke, the unnatural energy drained from you
Your vibrant red-dyed hair lost its ghostly white color
And your eyes shifted back to their natural, deep blue
You collapsed from pure exhaustion
Before you could hit the cold concrete, Robbie slipped out of his Ghost Rider form and slid across the floor, catching you in his arms
His skin was warm, unusually so, but his touch was incredibly gentle
"Hey, hey, I got you. You're safe. The passenger is gone." Robbie murmured, his dark eyes fulled with an intense, protective concern as he looked down at your face, your crocked round glasses, which he fixed
You thanked the intimidating team with a sleepy, weak smile
And Robbie immediately volunteered to take you home in his black 1969 Dodge Charger
Ensuring his hell-powers were completely subdued so you shouldn't be frightened
When he walked you to your front door, he looked uncharacteristically nervous
"Look, I know this is entirely crazy, kind of inappropriate after what happened, you know, going through hell... Literally. But I'd really like to get to know you more. Would you be down to get some food with me sometime? No magic or paranormal stuff. Sorry, I'm ranting... Just the best diner in town and a massive slice of pie."
You let out a quiet, sarcastic chuckle, "You ask everyone out that you saved from demons?"
"No, just you."
What started as a kind of welfare check diner adventure quickly turned into a deep, comforting friendship
Robbie was used to dealing with violence, vengeance, and the heavy burden of the Rider
So coming over to your apartment after eating at the diner was like stepping into an alternate universe
Your place smelled like rich oil pants, old books, and the sweet scent of the laundry detergent you used on your thrifted clothes
Your two dogs instantly took a liking to him, burying their heads in his lap the moment he sat down
Which hardly happens to him
You two started hanging out constantly outside of his mechanic work and Midnight Suns duties
You’d sit in the passenger seat of the Hell Charger
Which you affectionately nicknamed "The Beast"
And you’d go on long drives just to clear your head when your social anxiety made the world feel too loud
You’d bring your sketchpad along, doodling intricate black-and-white botanical designs while Robbie drove with one hand on the wheel
You noticed how he always checked on you, how he’d instinctively lower the volume of the 80s rock playing on the radio if he noticed you spacing out or getting overstimulated
He was a protector through and through, and your soft, empathetic heart was completely defenseless against how deeply he cared for his brother, Gabe, and how he looked out for you
The confession happened right inside his auto shop late one evening
You were sitting on a overturned milk crate, wearing an oversized flannel you’d stolen from his closet, your shoulder-length red hair tied up
You were meticulously sketching the intricate gears of an engine block, your fingers covered in a mixture of charcoal and actual car grease
Robbie was wiping his hands on a shop rag, watching you through the amber glow of the hanging shop lights
"You know, you're entirely too good for this place," Robbie said suddenly, his voice low and raspy
He walked over, leaning his hip against the workbench near your crate
You looked up through your silver glasses, a sarcastic smirk on your lips
"What, you don't think charcoal and motor oil are the ultimate artistic medium, Robbie? I think it adds character."
Robbie didn't laugh
He just looked down at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch
"I'm serious. You're the kindest, softest person I've ever met. You won't even step on a spider in the shop. And somehow, you look at me- With all the baggage and the literal monster inside my head- And you aren't afraid. I didn't think someone like me was allowed to have someone like you. But I'm completely in love with you."
Your heart hammered against your ribs like a classic 70s drum solo
You set your sketchbook down, stood up, and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder
"I've been in love with you since you tried making cookies with me in my kitchen and almost burnt the place down. Now kiss me before your engine overheats."
Dating Robbie Reyes felt like being fiercely guarded by a dragon who only showed his soft, warm underbelly to you
He was incredibly affectionate in private, always needing to have some part of his body touching yours to keep him grounded
Because he knew you preferred loose, baggy clothing, your wardrobe slowly became entirely replaced by his old, broken-in mechanics' flannels and oversized hoodies, which he absolutely loved seeing you wear
For outdoor fun, Robbie loved taking you to dusty, abandoned dirt tracks outside the city where he could safely let the Charger open up without endangering anyone
You’d sit in the passenger seat, gripping the dashboard, laughing hysterically as he drifted across the dirt
He liked when you encouraged him to do donuts
Afterward, you’d sit on the hood of the hot car under the desert stars, eating greasy burgers and listening to classic rock
You’d bring your charcoal pads and try to capture the rugged lines of his profile in the moonlight
Rainy nights were spent in your apartment
Robbie would lay flat on his back on your living room rug, letting your two dogs curl up right on his chest while you sat beside him, carefully hand-stitching cool, gothic patches onto his favorite leather riding jackets
He would watch the ceiling, humming along to whatever 70s pop ballad was playing, completely at peace because the Rider was quiet whenever you were near
Robbie knew how much you loved animals, so he’d regularly bring home stray kittens or injured birds he found near the scrapyard, knowing your soft heart would immediately nurse them back to health
He also started a small tradition of buying you black-and-white botanical art books every single month, writing sweet, surprisingly poetic notes on the inside cover
You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, your legs dangling, singing along at the top of your lungs to Fleetwood Mac’s "The Chain" while waving a wooden spoon around like a microphone as you wait for your bread to finish baking in the oven
Robbie walks into the kitchen, still covered in grease from the shop, a massive, soft grin spreading across his face
He walks right between your knees, wrapping his strong arms around your waist
"You're entirely ridiculous, you know that?" He teases, kissing the tip of your nose
"I am an artist, Robbie Reyes, show some respect," You reply playfully, dropping the spoon to wrap your arms around his neck, "Besides, you love my singing."
"Yeah," He murmurs, his dark eyes softening completely as he leans down to press a deep, lingering kiss to your lips. "I really, really, really, really, really, really, really-"
"Okay, okay, I get it." You jokingly pushed him away before pulling him back in
hi! ive seen your matchups and they are so thoughtful and detailed! id like to request one if thats okay <3
id like a romantic matchup for marvel, xmen, and stranger things. im 19 and my pronouns are she/her! id like male matchups pleasee <3 i have light brown hair, wavy & layered down to mid-back. i have green eyes and fair skin, and im 5'3. i have a nostril and belly button piercing!
im in college majoring in social work. i love anything musical. singing & dancing brings me joy and i love embracing that kind of whimsical vibe. pop is my fav genre, but i listen to some rock & others too! i also adore writing, its definitely what gets me into flow state the most. i love anything beachy/whimsical aesthetic wise, i love optimism and anything hopeful really 😭. i love caring for my loved ones, they mean so much to me and i try to be as loving as possible. im def more of an introvert, but i care deeply for anyone who means something to me.
thank you soooo much if you do my request!! 🩷
Hi!
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I would love to write you a couple matchups!
(Spoiler Alert: They are all rich! Coincidentally)
I really hope you like them!
Enjoy!
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Romantic Matchups; Marvel, X-Men, and Stranger Things
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Romantic;
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Marvel;
Harry Osborn -
The creative writing seminar at Empire State University was the last place you expected to find and meet Harry Osborn
While you sat near the window
Harry sat in the back row, wearing an impeccably tailored charcoal coat over a designer turtleneck
He looked bored
Constantly checking a silver watch that probably cost more than your tuition
You, embracing a whimsical, beach-y vibe in a flowing sea-foam green skirt and knitted cream cardigan, where practically his aesthetic polar opposite
When the professor announced a mandatory semester-long partner project, you let out a soft sigh
Looking around, your eyes ended up finding his
It was an unspoken little thing
He dragged his feet over to your desk, dropping his expensive leather bag onto the chair beside you
"Look," He said, rubbing the back of his neck with a weary chuckle, "I’m only in this class for the elective credits. My dad thinks I need to 'expand my horizons,' but I have zero interest in pouring my soul onto a page."
You arched an eyebrow, a flicker of your own stubbornness rising
"Perfect," You muttered, before opening your notebook, "Please, don't complain while I do the heavy lifting."
It wasn't exactly a warm introduction
Total frenemies from day one
The "frenemy" dynamic quickly morphed into a fierce, banter-filled rhythm once you got more used to him
You’d meet at a quiet diner near campus where you’d pull out your messy notebooks, and Harry would order espresso after espresso
At first, he just watched you fall into your flow state, completely captivated by how your fingers flew across the paper
And how you would softly hum pop melodies under your breath when you got stuck
"You’re doing that humming thing again," He’d tease, leaning across the vinyl booth, a classic smirk playing on his lips, "It’s distracting."
You’d shoot him a playful glare, poking him with the cap of your pen
"It’s my process, Harry."
Eventually, your fierce optimism broke through his wealthy, guarded armor
You started forcing him to write the dialogue for the characters, and to your surprise, he was actually incredibly perceptive
When you found out he was struggling under the immense pressure of Norman Osborn's expectations
Your innate social work instincts kicked in
You didn't treat him like an heir
You treated him like Harry
You started bringing him homemade lemon bars, checking in on him with a gentle, genuine care that he wasn't used to receiving
By the middle of the semester, the sharp edges of your banter had softened into a deep, protective friendship
You’d walk through the city parks together
Talking about everything and nothing
It happened late one Tuesday evening in November
You had stayed late at the campus library finalizing your project, and as you walked out, the sky completely opened up
You didn't have an umbrella, and your hair was quickly getting soaked
Suddenly, a sleek black town car pulled up to the curb, and Harry burst out of the back seat, holding a massive umbrella over your head before you could even register his presence
He was wearing a classic, dark woolen trench coat, his own hair slightly damp
"Are you crazy? You're going to catch a cold," He scolded, but his voice was entirely devoid of malice
It was pure, unfiltered worry
As he adjusted the umbrella, his hand brushed against yours, and your breath hitched
You looked up into his eyes, noticing the subtle, golden-brown flecks in them, and your heart did a violent flip
Harry froze, his gaze dropping to your lips before snapping back to your green eyes
The sheer intensity of how deeply he cared about your well-being
This rich, complicated boy who pretended not to care about anything
Made you realize you were completely, utterly a goner
The project was graded, and you earned a flawless 'A'
To celebrate, Harry invited you over to his massive Penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park
It was a dizzying, luxurious space, but you brought your usual whimsical warmth into it, kicking off your shoes and sitting cross-legged on his plush sofa
Harry was pacing the hardwood floor, a glass of water in his hand, looking uncharacteristically nervous
He wasn't wearing his usual structured blazers; he just had on a soft gray sweater with the sleeves pushed up to reveal his forearms
"We got the grade," Harry said suddenly, stopping in front of you, "Which means the project is officially over. And I... I realized I don't have a reason to force you to sit in diners with me anymore."
You smiled softly, "Harry, I don't need a class assignment to want to hang out with you."
He stepped closer, sitting down, his hands reaching out to gently clasp your hands
"No, you don't get it. I don't want to just 'hang out' anymore. Watching you write, watching how much you care about people... It’s messed me up. I’ve never met anyone as hopeful and bright as you. I'm in love with you, and it terrifies me, but I can't keep pretending you’re just my partner for a class."
The raw vulnerability in his voice made you instantly beam
"Finally." You say
Dating Harry Osborn is a whirlwind of intense devotion and protective romance
And don't forget, he is a bit of a charmer
Will charm your socks off
Because of his family status, he deals with a lot of dark, heavy press, but you are his absolute sun
You balance his cynicism with your beautiful, unyielding optimism
He loves taking you to private, empty beaches on Long Island during the off-season to cater to your beachy aesthetic
You’ll walk along the shoreline, the wind blowing your long hair, while he wraps his heavy designer coat around your shoulders, holding you tight against his side
He’ll even let you drag him into the sand to do spontaneous, silly dances to whatever pop song is stuck in your head, laughing like a carefree kid
Sandcastles
Harry expresses his love through luxurious but deeply thoughtful gifts
Knowing your love for writing, he buys you a vintage, restored Tiffany-blue typewriter, alongside endless stacks of high-end parchment
He also buys you delicate, handmade silver jewelry
Specifically a gorgeous, intricately designed belly button ring featuring a tiny, sparkling emerald to match your eyes
Evenings are spent in his penthouse, completely shut off from the rest of the chaotic world
You’ll put on a classic 70s rock vinyl, and you’ll coax him into slow-dancing with you across the marble kitchen floor
He will rest his large hands on your waist, pulling your frame flush against him, burying his face into the crook of your neck while you softly sing the lyrics into his ear
When you get into your writing flow state, Harry refuses to disturb you
He will quietly bring you fresh cups of chamomile tea, gently kissing the top of your head, and sit across the room just watching you with an expression of pure, unadulterated adoration
Harry is incredibly protective
If you’re out in public and your social anxiety starts to creep in due to a crowd, he will immediately notice the shift in your posture
He’ll loop his arm firmly around your waist, pull you close, and whisper, "I've got you. Let’s get out of here," instantly taking control so you can relax
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X-Men;
Warren Worthington III (Angel) -
(I based him more in the comics rather than movies)
Joining the X-Men as a mutant was intimidating, but your deeply empathetic nature made you adapt quickly to the Xavier Institute
You were a social work major before your powers manifested, and that innate desire to care for others carried right into your training
One afternoon, after a grueling session, you walked out into the courtyard to clear your head
You were wearing a breezy, whimsical white sundress that contrasted beautifully with your fair skin, your brown waves bouncing with every step
That’s when you saw him
Warren Worthington III was perched on the stone wall of the estate, his massive, breathtaking white feathered wings stretched out to catch the afternoon sun
It was like he was sunning
Like a big cat
He looked effortlessly regal, wearing a casual blue button-down shirt that was custom-slit in the back to accommodate his wings
He caught you staring and let out a somewhat arrogant, guarded chuckle
"Take a picture, it lasts longer," He called out
You didn't shrink back from his wealthy, defensive tone
Instead, you smiled warmly, your green eyes bright. "I was actually just wondering how much preening those take. It looks like a lot of upkeep."
Warren blinked, utterly thrown off by your lack of fear and your lighthearted, whimsical-shy energy
He folded his wings neatly against his back, stepping down to properly greet the intriguing new mutant
Because you are naturally more introverted, you preferred the quiet corners of the mansion, which perfectly aligned with Warren’s tendency to isolate himself high above the ground
Your friendship blossomed in the most unexpected places
The roof of the school, the high branches of the old oak trees, and the quiet library
You became his safe haven
As someone used to people either exploiting his wealth or fearing his mutation, your genuine, unselfish care was like water in a desert
You would sit out on the balcony for hours with him
You’d put on your earbuds, sharing one earbud with him so you could both listen to your favorite upbeat pop tracks or nostalgic rock anthems
You would sing along softly, your sweet voice drifting into the open air, and Warren would just sit there, completely mesmerized by your absolute joy
When your social anxiety would flare up after heavy X-Men missions, Warren would notice instantly
Without a word, he would step in front of you, using his massive, soft wings like a physical shield to block you from the rest of the chaotic room, giving you a private, safe space to breathe
He'd eve let you touch them, if it'd help you
Your feelings for the high-flying mutant deepened over a span of several months
It culminated on a trip to the mutant safe-haven shores
You loved anything beach-y, and being near the ocean always filled you with a profound sense of whimsical optimism
You were standing at the edge of a high cliff overlooking the crashing waves, the salty breeze whipping through your hair
Warren landed softly behind you, his wings kicking up a small flurry of dust
"Want a better view?" He asked, his tone unusually soft, his blue eyes searching yours
You nodded eagerly
He stepped close, wrapping his strong, muscular arms securely around your waist, pulling you against his chest
With a powerful leap, you were airborne
The sensation of flying with him was pure magic
You let out a bright, joyful laugh, embracing the absolute whimsy of the moment
Warren looked down at you, seeing the pure, hopeful wonder in your green eyes, and he realized he never wanted to let you go
Holding you in the sky felt more natural than flying alone ever had
The confession took place in the school’s massive glass greenhouse during a quiet evening
You had set up a little writing nook among the tropical plants, completely lost in your flow state, typing a story about a world where mutants and humans lived in perfect harmony
Your trademark optimism shining through every sentence
Warren flew in through the glass ceiling joists, landing quietly on the grass
He watched you for a long moment before walking over
He had brought you a gift: a rare, delicate orchid that was a stunning shade of sea-foam green
As you stood up to take it, your fingers brushed, and the air grew thick with unspoken tension
"You always look at the world like it can be saved," Warren murmured, his hand reaching up to gently tuck a stray wave behind your ear, "It makes me believe it, too."
You smiled, your heart hammering against your ribs
"We have to stay hopeful, Warren."
He shook his head, a vulnerable smile breaking across his handsome face
"No, I mean- You’re my anchor, even when I’m thousands of feet in the air."
You placed the orchid onto the table, instantly stepping into his space to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a breathless, sweet kiss
Dating Warren is an elevated, deeply romantic experience
He treats you like absolute royalty, but he completely cherishes your down-to-earth, deeply caring soul
Midnight flights are a regular occurrence
He will carry you up above the clouds where the moon illuminates your hair, and you’ll just drift together in the quiet night sky
He also loves taking you on private yacht dates to secluded beaches, letting you swim and dance in the surf while he watches from the shore, his wings spread wide in absolute contentment
Warren loves spoiling you with delicate items that match your beach-y, whimsical aesthetic
He gifts you a stunning silver belly button ring shaped like a tiny set of angel wings, encrusted with small aquamarine stones
He also finances a beautiful, private community project you designed for underprivileged mutant youth, honoring your social work dreams
A deeply intimate part of your relationship involves you helping him take care of his wings
He will sit on the floor of his quarters, and you will sit behind him, gently running a soft brush through his feathers, checking for any injuries from missions
Your deeply caring nature makes this a therapeutic ritual for him
He will literally purr with contentment under your touch
When you’re both exhausted, you’ll curl up in his massive bed
Because he’s so large and his wings take up space, he will literally wrap one of his wings entirely over you like a soft, heavy, living blanket, tucking you perfectly against his side while you fall asleep listening to his steady heartbeat
Warren is incredibly protective of your physical and emotional space
If he sees you getting overwhelmed by the high-stress environment of the X-Mansion
He will casually sweep you up into his arms, ignore whatever meeting is happening, and fly you right up to the quiet roof so you can self-regulate in peace
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Stranger Things;
Steve Harrington -
It was the summer
And you were working a college summer internship at Hawkins' local independent radio station, alongside Robin Buckley
You loved the job because it perfectly combined your love for music, especially pop and classic rock, with your introverted preference for being behind the scenes rather than center stage
You were in the middle of a shift, your brown waves tied up in a messy scrunchie, wearing a beach-y cropped pastel tee and high-waisted shorts
You were completely in your element, dancing around the soundboard to a Madonna track, when the heavy studio door swung open
In walked Robin, closely followed by Steve Harrington, who was wearing his classic polo and carrying a box of donuts
He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes immediately locking onto you as you dropped your arms, blushing furiously at being caught dancing
"Uh, Robin, you didn't tell me you hired a literal pop star," Steve blurted out, a wide, boyish grin instantly spreading across his face
Robin rolled her eyes into another dimension
"Steve, don't be creepy. This is my friend from the station. She actually knows how to run the soundboard, unlike you, who can barely operate a VHS rewinder."
Steve just chuckled, stepping forward and extending a hand, his gaze warm and incredibly charming, "I'm Steve. Nice to meet you."
Because you worked so closely with Robin, Steve became a permanent fixture in your life
He would constantly drop by the radio station under the guise of "bringing Robin lunch," but within a week, it became glaringly obvious he was actually there to see you
You were naturally introverted and struggled with occasional social anxiety
But Steve’s easygoing, grounded presence made it incredibly easy to talk to him
You started hanging out with them, which slowly turned into you and Steve spending hours together after Robin’s shift ended
You would bring your writing notebooks
Your fierce, hopeful optimism was a breath of fresh air to him after all the trauma Hawkins had put him through
You’d ramble about your social work classes and how much you wanted to help kids, and Steve would stop, completely captivated by your loving heart
"You’re gonna be amazing at that, you know," He’d say softly, his voice devoid of any pretense, "Those kids are gonna be lucky to have you."
In return, you’d help him pick out movies, curating specialized lists of whimsical comedies and classic rock concert tapes for him to watch
Singing along to the store's background music while he watched you with a growing, quiet adoration
Your feelings for the former King of Hawkins solidified during a violent summer thunderstorm
You were working the late-night solo shift at the radio station, and the loud cracks of thunder, combined with the eerie, empty building, were starting to trigger a massive wave of anxiety
You were huddled in the breakroom, trying to focus on your writing to get into a flow state, when you heard the front door rattle
You panicked, grabbing a heavy tape reel, only for Steve to burst through the door, dripping wet, his hair completely ruined by the rain
He was breathless. "Hey, hey, it’s just me," He said instantly, seeing your wide green eyes and pale skin
He dropped his keys and walked right over to you
"The storm knocked out the power on my street, and I knew you were working the late shift alone. So... I drove over."
He sat down on the floor right next to you, completely unbothered by his wet clothes
He pulled a spare blanket from a random low cupboard over your shoulders and reached out, gently rubbing your arm
The sheer, protective warmth radiating from him
The fact that he drove through a storm just so you wouldn't have to be anxious alone
Made your heart ache with a fierce, undeniable love
The confession happened right after Steve officially secured his job as the assistant basketball coach at Hawkins High
He had called you, sounding incredibly ecstatic, and told you to meet him in the empty school gym
Steve was standing in the center of the court, spinning a basketball on his finger, wearing a red Hawkins athletic jacket
When he saw you, he dropped the ball, a massive, triumphant smile breaking across his face
"I got it," He said, jogging over to you. "Coach Harrington is officially on the payroll."
You let out a joyful laugh, instantly throwing your arms around his waist
"Steve! I’m so incredibly proud of you! I knew you’d get it!"
You were radiating that beautiful, hopeful sunshine energy that he loved so much
Steve caught you by the waist, lifting you off the ground
As he set you down, he didn't let go
His hands lingered on your hips, his gaze dropping to your lips before looking deeply into your eyes
"I couldn't have done it without you," He whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "You're the only one who kept telling me I could actually be something good. I’m completely crazy about you"
You beamed, pulling him down by his collar to kiss him thoroughly, the empty gym echoing with your shared happiness
Dating Steve Harrington is a beautifully secure, protective, and energetic romance
He is immensely proud to be your boyfriend, and he treats you with a soft, chivalrous reverence that makes everyone in Hawkins swoon
He loves taking you out for diner lunches, proudly holding your hand across the table
And paying for everything with his new coaching paycheck
On weekends, he takes you out to the quarry or the nearby lakes for beach-y picnics, letting you blast your favorite pop music from his car stereo while you both dance like total idiots on the grass, completely unbothered by the world
Steve is a very attentive boyfriend
Knowing how much you love music and dancing, he buys you a brand-new, high-end portable Walkman with custom-painted pastel sea-foam designs on the casing
He also surprises you with a delicate silver chain necklace that has a small, whimsical anchor charm on it, telling you it’s a reminder that you are his home
A favorite domestic ritual takes place in his bedroom
Steve is notoriously obsessed with his hair, but he completely surrenders his styling tools to you
He will sit on the floor between your knees while you sit on his bed, gently combing through his famous locks
On evenings when you have a late shift at the radio station, Steve will bring a pillow and a blanket and camp out on the studio floor
While you’re in your zone, writing scripts or mixing tracks, he will just lay there, watching you with a soft smile, occasionally reaching up to gently tug on your skirt or your hand just to get a quick kiss when you walk past the desk
Because you are an introvert who deals with occasional social anxiety, Steve is your ultimate shield
At loud college or local parties your friends force you to, he will constantly keep a protective arm securely wrapped around your waist or shoulders
The second he feels your posture stiffen, he’ll lean down, press a sweet kiss to your temple, and whisper, "Hey, let's get out of here. Let's go listen to that new tape you got."
He will happily leave any crowd just to go make you a cup of tea and cuddle on the couch
You wrote character matches for me a few months(?) ago and I just wanted to say that they still make me so happy. I have them saved on my notes app to read whenever I want and I always end up with the biggest smile when I do. Thank you for sharing your talents and brightening so many people’s days! 💛
Hi! Welcome back, anon!
Oh my gosh, this genuinely means so much to me <3 Knowing something I wrote could keep making you smile months later is such a special feeling, and I’m really grateful you took the time to tell me this. Thank you for being so sweet and for supporting my writing; messages like this seriously brighten my whole day! <33333
can u match me up (mha, hetero if possible !! I’m a woman btw)
I’m 5’7, I’m pale faced and I have middle length wavy dark brown hair. I have freckles and green eyes, and I’m mostly quiet. But I’m reallyy hyperactive and stuff, like to the point that my friends think i’m on drugs all the time lolll. I’m slim, borderline underweight (not a flex) and I really love music tbh. To my personality, as I said, I’m mostly quiet but hyper with certain people. Im a bigggg people pleaser, and I love cats. People often laugh at my jokes, and yeahhh (btw ily if u reply !!!)
Hello! I just wanted to let you know that am not doing MHA matches anymore. I removed that fandom from my fandom list during March so only those who requested during the month of March are able to have MHA; since they requested MHA before I took it off. I am so sorry, but maybe there is/are different fandom(s) you'd like to have instead. Also please make sure to follow my matchup rules if you request again, you are missing a few things! Thank you!
Quick little thing! I have added DreamWorks to the Matchup Fandom List! I can't believe I didn't have it on there to begin with! So, I will be opening my matchup inbox for only until Friday to allow those who want to ask for DreamWorks a chance, or anyone else who just found me!
(If anyone has any requests for fandoms I should add, let me know in my inbox, messages, or comments; depending on it, I may add it!
Matchups will close on Friday 15th, 2026!
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Hi darling i loveeed the 2 other macthups that u did for me before but could i get another One please ✨? For Harry Potter,The Hobbit and Disney? (Romantic and platónic )
I am 22y Infp goth lesbian , i am mixed (Portuguese , Cape Verdean and Moroccan)
Looks
I am 1.78cm ( i think it's 5ft10)My skin colour i would say it's like coffe skin/ milk chocolate skin , i am elegant but with a big chest ,My natural hair is a very dark brown (almost black) and very curly but also i had dyed red , purple , blue before and even when i do my box braids they are Always colourfull . I Said before i am goth and my stlyle it's more vampire , romantic and whimsygoth. I Always wear cristal braceletes ,silver rings and i love this silver moon belt and i am a an Hellenic pagan polytheistic
Hobbies/ what i like
My fav colours are purple and black and blue My favorite animals are cats , owls ,meerkats my favorite movies directors are tim Burton and guilhermo del Toro ,My favorite hobbies are listenig to music , watch movies/shows, to dance specially belly dance , i loveeee to sleep , i loveeee going to museums and history , love The 70s/80s pop and rock i love art in general .i really want to Archery on day . Love nature , i am obessedd with perfumes The one that i use The most is coconut passion by Victoria secrets but i dying to put My hand on very good girl by Carolina Herrera, and elish n1 and your Turn by Billie elish. My favorite fruits are coconut and mango . And my favorite flowers are white and blue Roses and Hyacinth (specially purple) some of My favorite movies are crimson peak, corpse bride, sleppy hollow, from hell , The mummy , Hércules from Disney .
Personality
My friends day that i and únic , have The energy of a black cat but sweet and kind to them , they also say that i am witchy , Intelligent , loyal and sarcastic
Thanks and i hope that you have an amazing day 💜🖤
Hello, again! Welcome back!
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I hope you like your matches I made for you!
I had an absolute blast writing these, especially your Harry Potter best friend, probs my fav storyline to date!
Enjoy!
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Romantic and Platonic Matchups; Harry Potter, The Hobbit, and Disney
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Romantic;
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Harry Potter;
Narcissa Black (Malfoy) -
(Eva Green as young Marauders Era Narcissa Black fancast)
It was the dead of winter
You were tucked away in the corner of the Astronomy Tower
The hem of your velvet whimsygoth skirts pooling around your boots
You were wearing your signature silver moon belt and a stack of crystal bracelets that clinked softly
A small, rebellious act of your devotion in a castle full of traditions
You had just lit a candle when the heavy door creaked open
Narcissa Black stepped in, looking like a statue of ice and perfection
Her blonde hair was pinned back with a silver serpent clip
And her Slytherin robes were pristine
Perfect as always
She froze when she saw you
A vision in dark lace and colorful box braids that shimmered blue and purple under the moonlight
"This tower is meant for observation, not... Whatever ritual you've decided to perform." She said, her voice a cool, practiced drawl
You didn't flinch
You simply offered a sarcastic tilt of your head
"It's called honoring, Black. Though I suppose you're used to people only bowing down to your family name."
Narcissa didn't leave
Instead, she sat on the bench across from you
Mesmerized by the scent of your perfume and the sheer audacity of your presence
The friendship was a slow burn
Narcissa was intrigued by your black cat energy
The way you were fiercely intelligent and fiercely independent
You began meeting in the library, specifically in the history section
You would whisper about ancient civilizations while she watched you trace the illustrations of Greek ruins in your books
She loves your sarcasm
It was a sharp contrast to the sycophantic behavior she dealt with in the Slytherin common room
You taught her about the thing the Wizarding World didn't
You'd show her sketches of Tim Burton-esque characters you'd drawn in the margins of your Transfiguration notes
Explaining the beauty in the macabre
In return, she would help you with your chrams
Her slender fingers occasionally brushing against yours
You'd spend hours discussig the art in the Great Hall
Or you'd sneak into the music room where you'd teach her the rhythmic movements of belly dancing
A style so different from the rigid ballroom steps she was raised with
She would watch you move
Breathless
As your moon belt jingled in the silence of the room
The shift happened when the topic of the future arose
Everyone knew Narcissa was promised to Lucius Malfoy
It was a political move, a bloodline security done by both parents
But the more time she spent with you
Watching you stim by fiddling with your silver rings
Or listening to you ramble about the conversation of owls
The more the Malfoy name felt like a noose
One evening, you were sitting by the Black Lake
The sun setting in shades of purple
You were wearing a heavy, romantic-goth cloak
And you had brought a mango to share
As you sliced it with a silver fruit knife, Narcissa watched you
"Have you... Always smelled so intoxicating?" She whispered, leaning in closer than she ever had
The scent of coconut and your skin distracting
You looked at her, your dark brown eyes piecrcing through her cold exterior
"Of coconut? I guess so." You replied
You reached out and placed a flower behind her ear
The contrast of the blue of the rose against her pale blonde hair
What a vision
She realized then that she didn't want a manor
She wanted this
The girl who spoke to the moon and knew the names of the stars
The confession came on a night of high tension
A pureblood gala was approaching
And Lucius had sent Narcissa emerald jewelry
She brought them to you in the Room of Requirement
Which had manifested as a gothic study filled with velvet couches and candles
She threw the jewelry on the table with a rare show of her temper
"I can't do it. I can't marry a man who looks at me as a throphy when you look at me like I am a Goddess."
You stood up, your silver moon belt catching the candlelight
"Then don't." You said softly
Narcissa stepped into your space, her hands trembling as she touched your face
"I am a Black. My life is already written out for me."
You leaned in, your lips brushing hers, "Then let's rewrite it."
She kissed you then
A forbidden kiss
"I love you," She breathed out, "I love your mind, your loyalty... I would rather be an outcast than a Queen of blood and darkness."
Being in a secret, forbidden relationship with Narcissa was like living in a high-stakes spy novel
In public, you were both just best friends
In private, she was all yours
You would sneak out to the Room of Requirement to practice archery together
You'd guide her hands, your chest pressing against her back as you showed her how to aim for the center of the target
She loves the power of the bow
And you loved the focus in her eyes
She would buy your the most expensive perfumes
You would give her handmade crystal bracelets or dried purple hyacinths pressed between the pages of books
Since you both love to sleep, rainy Saturday afternoons were spent napping in the hidden corners of the library or the Room of Requirement
She would wrap herself around you
Her head resting on your chest or shoulder
~~~
The Hobbit;
Tauriel -
The meeting wasn't one of chance
But of duty
As an enchantress of the Woodland Realm
Your presence was a necessity to King Thranduil
Though your black cat energy often clashed with the cold regidity of the palace
You walked the halls of Mirkwood with an air of dark elegance
You were never seen without wearing your silver rings, moon belt, and your dark, layered skirts
You were heading to the throne room to deliver a vision when you saw her
Tauriel was standning guard
Her auburn hair a vibrant contrast to the mossy stone
She blocked your path, not out of malice, "The King is in a foul temper today, Seer." She said, her voice stead but her eyes curious as they raked over your colorful hair and your dark clothing
You offered her a sarcastic smirk, adjusting your bracelets
"When is he not, Captain? I have news of the spiders' movements. Unless you'd like to explain to him why his Seer was left standing in the corridor like a common beggar."
Tauriel let out a rare, amused huff, stepping aside, "I would rather face a troop or Orcs. Pass through, Enchantress."
That spark of mutual wit was the beginning of a bond
Your friendship flourished in the quiet spaces between battles and prophecies
Tauriel was fascinated by your lifestyle
You spent hours sitting on the high branches of the forest, where you taught her all you knew
She loved your intelligence
To Tauriel's delight, you eventually confessed your desire to learn archery
The first time she put her bow in her hands, she stood close behind you, her cool hands guiding yours
"Steady your breath." She whispered, her chin nearly resting on your shoulder
Tauriel found herself lingering in your space, captivated by you
Especially when you made sarcastic comments every time you missed the target
She'd chuckle, a bright sound, and pull another arrow from her quiver for you
The feelings grew like the purple hyacinths you tended to in your private sanctuary
For Tauriel, it was the way you looked when you were in a trance - fierce and ethereal - and the way you softened completely when you were around her
She began to notice the little things
The way your silver moon belt glimmered in the dark
The clink of your rings when you danced
You had performed a belly dance for her once by a secluded forest pool, the movements fluid and mesmerizing
Tauriel had sat in silence, her heart hammering against her ribs, realizing that her loyalty was shifting from the crown to the woman dancing in the pure moonlight
For you, it was Tauriel’s protective nature
She knew you got overstimulated by the heavy, oppressive energy of Thranduil’s court, and she would often "abduct" you for patrol just to get you into the fresh air
One evening, after a particularly grueling session with the King, she brought you a bouquet of blue and white roses she had found in a hidden glade
"They reminded me of you." She said, her usual stoicism faltering into a shy smile
As you took the flowers, your fingers brushed hers, and the air between you hummed with a magic more potent than any spell you had ever cast
You realized then that you didn't just want her as a guard; you wanted her as your eternal companion
The confession happened on a night when the forest felt heavy
You were exhausted
Your energy drained from a vision of a coming war
You were tucked away in your quarters, surrounded by your favorite things
Tauriel entered quietly, her hair windblown and her armor dirty from patrol
She saw you sitting on your bed, looking small
She crossed the room in three strides to pull you into her arms
"I cannot bear to see you so weary." She murmured, her face buried into your hair
You leaned into her, "It's the price of seeing too much."
She pulled you back to see your eyes, her hands cupping your face
You could feel it
The love that she held for you
And you hoped to the Gods that she felt yours too
Oh... She felt it
Your relationship is a beautiful blend
Tauriel is incredibly devoted
Often acting as your anchor when your visions become too much
You’ve finally mastered the bow under her tutelage
And you often go on long walks where you’ll find a spot to sleep in the sun
You love your rest, and Tauriel is more than happy to keep watch over you
Tauriel is a master crafter
She made you a custom bow carved with lunar phases to match your belt
You have velvet tapestries, flickering candles, and bowls of mango and coconut always at hand
She calls you "Nin Meleth"
When she returns from the borders, the first thing she does is find you
She’ll lift you up, and bury her face in your neck
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Disney;
Megara -
The Underworld was never known for its hospitality
But for you, it was better than the judgemental whispers of your old town
You had been roped into Hades' service after your townspeople grew wary of your ways and your devotion to old Gods
You left; having grown bored, powerful, and frankly, done with mortals
You were lounging on a jagged obsidian throne
Wearing a velvet black dress that hugged your body
Your braids draped over your shoulder
When Hades' sashayed in with a new soul in tow
Megara looked like a wilted violet
Her eyes tired and her spirit crushed by a mortal man
She looked around the gloom with a cynical sneer that mirrored your own
Hades gestured toward you with a flaming hand
"Sweetheart, meet Meg. Meg, meet the only other person in this pit who isn't a total snooze-fest. Try not to kill each other. At least not during office hours."
You stood up, your silver belt jingling and your bracelets catching the light
You didn't give her a pitying look
"Don't worry too much, Meg. The boss is often too busy talking to himself to notice of we slack off."
Meg's eyes flickered over your attire with a hint of curiosity
"A witch and a woman who sold her soul walked into a bar," She quipped, her voice smooth and dry, "Usually, that joke ends with a tragedy."
You smirked, "Usually."
The friendship was forged in the fire of shared cynicism
While Hades was off plotting the demise of Olympus
You and Meg became inseparable
You finally had another woman to talk to
And Meg finally had someone who didn't want anything from her
You spent your "work hours" wandering the more aesthetic parts of the Underworld
Finding beauty in the shadows
Meg found your black cat energy very comforting
The feelings didn't hit like a lightning bolt from Zeus
They grew like a pomegranate tree
One evening, you noticed she was looking particularly down, the weight of her deal with Hades pressing on her
You decided to take her "out"
The moonlight hit your dark hair and your glowing skin, and for a moment, Meg forgot she was a prisoner
The sarcasm died in her throat
She looked at you
Really looked at you
The way you respected her space but always remained a loyal shadow at her side made her heart ache
She wasn't just Meg anymore; she was your Meg
The confession happened right after Hades had a particularly nasty outburst
Meg was shaken, feeling like she’d never be free
You found her by the river, throwing stones into the dark water
You walked up behind her, your silver moon belt gleaming in the dark
Without a word, you pulled her into a hug, letting her lean against you
"Meg," You whispered, your voice soft and devoid of its usual sarcasm, "I know why you're scared of this. I know what he did to you. But you are a strong, independent woman... Who don't need no man."
She stepped back in, burying her face in your neck, "Maybe not a man... But- I-"
"I know..." You said, "I wouldn't be a really cool and great witch if I didn't know."
Your relationship is a blend of the macabre and the deeply romantic
Since you are both black cats, you understand each other's need for space, but you are fiercely loyal
You constantly surprise her with new perfumes
She, in turn, finds you unique silver rings or rare crystals
You love to sleep, so "bed" is your sanctuary
You’ll spend entire mornings curled up together
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Platonic;
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Harry Potter;
Andromeda Black (Tonks) -
(Keira Knightley as young Marauders Era Andromeda Black fancast)
You and Andromeda didn't start as confidants
In fact, the first time you spoke, it was under the heavy, suffocating atmosphere of a Black Family dinner to which your family had been invited
You were dressed in a stunning, vampire-romantic gown of deep plum velvet
Andromeda noticed you immediately
She saw the way you handled your silver rings with a nervous but elegant grace
And more importantly, she saw the secret, longing glances exchanged between you and her younger sister, Narcissa
While Narcissa was the "Ice Queen"
And Bellatrix was a bit of a mad woman
Yes, even then
Andromeda was the observer
She caught you slipping away to a balcony to catch your breath from the overbearing pureblood chatter
She followed you, not to scold you
Obviously
But to offer a sanctuary
"The lavender you’re wearing is far more pleasant than the smell of old money and traditions," She teased, leaning against the stone railing
You smirked, "I find traditions are usually just excuses for people who lack imagination."
From that moment, Andromeda knew you were exactly the kind of "dangerous" influence Narcissa needed
(If only Bella could find someone now...)
She decided right then to be your shield
Your friendship with Andromeda is built on a foundation of intellectual rebellion and shared aesthetics
Since you love museums and history, Andromeda often sneaks out with you to visit "Muggle" art galleries in London
She finds your perspective on art fascinating, especially when you explain the dark, romantic beauty of Guillermo del Toro films or the whimsy of Tim Burton
You’ve spent many afternoons tucked away in a quiet corner of a library, Andromeda listening intently as you ramble about Hellenic polytheism or the historical significance of the ancient gods
She admires your loyalty to your faith
When you aren't exploring history, you’re often teaching her the basics of belly dance in the safety of a room protected by Muffliato
Soon enough, you both thought of each other as sisters
The weight of Narcissa’s betrothal to Lucius Malfoy is a constant shadow
But Andromeda has turned "accidental" sabotage into an art form
Whenever the Black parents or the Malfoys attempt to finalize wedding dates or discuss dowries, Andromeda is there to throw a wrench in the gears
She knows exactly how to push her mother’s buttons to start a family argument that distracts from the marriage contract
Often using her own "failures" as a pureblood daughter to take the heat off Narcissa
It was worth it
Once, during a formal tea where Lucius was being particularly insufferable
Andromeda managed to charm the teapot to only pour cold, murky swamp water whenever he reached for it
She caught your eye from across the room and gave a tiny, imperceptible wink as you stifled a laugh behind your hand
She’s even gone as far as "misplacing" official owl post from the Malfoy estate or suggesting that Narcissa has come down with a rare, "highly contagious" magical ailment that requires weeks of isolation
Which, of course, is just time for Narcissa to spend with you
Andromeda takes the risks because she sees the way Narcissa looks at you
She sees the warmth and the genuine smile that only you can coax out of her sister
Speaking of warmth, she needed to sneak out and see Ted again...
Since Andromeda is the only one who knows the truth, her bedroom or a secluded spot in the gardens becomes your headquarters
You spend evenings huddled together
While you and Narcissa share quiet, romantic moments, Andromeda is the one sitting at the desk with a quill, helping you calculate how many Galleons you’ve saved and where you can go once you leave
She treats your escape like a grand mission
Her loyalty to you and her sister outweighing any fear of being disowned
The day you and Narcissa finally have enough saved to disappear, Andromeda is the one who handles the logistics
She creates a diversion that is so spectacular
Perhaps a "disastrous" magical explosion in the kitchens or a false report of a family emergency elsewhere
That no one notices two girls slipping into the night
Once you and Narcissa are free, away from the clutches of the Black Family, Andromeda visits with Ted
Lots of double dates :)
You all go out for drinks, in bliss away from the weight of the Black crown
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The Hobbit;
Thranduil -
You didn't arrive at the Elvenking’s Halls with a fanfare
You were found
Thranduil was on a sweep of the southern borders of Mirkwood, his silver-gold hair shimmering like a cold flame against the suffocating darkness of the forest
He found you in a clearing, draped in velvet robes of deep plum and black, your skin the color of rich espresso against the pale, sickly white of the spider-webs you were clearing
Thranduil’s sword was at your throat before his scouts could even blink
He looked down at you with that icy, detached regalness, his eyebrows slanted in a look of supreme judgment
"An enchantress," he drawled, his voice like silk over gravel, "Practicing strange rites in my woods. Give me one reason I should not leave you to the shadows."
You didn't flinch
Instead, you looked him in the eye, and told him that his favorite vintage of wine was currently turning to vinegar in his cellars
The accuracy (and the sarcasm) stunned him into a rare silence
He begrudgingly brought you back to the palace, not as a prisoner, but as a Seer he couldn't afford to let anyone else have
Imagine you in the hands of an enemy?
Ugh
The friendship was not a warm fire
For the first few decades, Thranduil treated your presence as a necessary annoyance
He would summon you to the throne room, and you would arrive smelling of expensive incense, clinking with silver rings and crystal bracelets
You were the only one who dared to be sarcastic to him
When he would lament the state of the world, you’d simply lean against a pillar, adjust your rings, and say, "Your Majesty, the world has been ending since the First Age. Perhaps try a different hobby? I hear archery is quite cathartic- You should teach me."
Over time, he began to realize that your intelligence was his greatest asset
He’d find himself seeking you out in the palace gardens not for prophecies, but for the quiet
You’d sit under the twisted oaks, and while he brooded, you’d practice your belly dancing movements, the silver charms on your belt jingling rhythmically
He begrudgingly admitted that your presence brought a sense of "stability" to his chaotic realm
Even if your personality was as unpredictable as a thunderstorm
Thranduil is a King who remembers the old world, and he was shocked to find a half-elven Seer who cared as much about the "Why" of history as the "When"
You both spent hours in the deep archives
While he looked for maps, you looked for the art
You would point out the craftsmanship in ancient jewelry, and he would find himself leaning in to listen as you talked about the symbolism of the moon and the stars
Your "domestic" life together is quiet and ritualistic
Because you love to sleep, Thranduil has learned never to summon you before the sun has reached its zenith
If he needs a prophecy at dawn, he has to come to your rooms, where he usually finds you buried under five different velvet blankets, smelling of coconut and mango
He’ll stand there, arms crossed, looking at your colorful braids peeking out from the covers, and sigh. "Enchantress. The spiders are moving. Wake up or I shall have Galion douse you in chilled spring water."
You’d just groan and throw something at him
Of course, you miss
Evenings are spent in his private chambers
No, not like that
Get your mind out of the gutter
He likes to watch you work on your altars
He’s intrigued by your devotion to the Hellenic gods
In return, you’ve become his unofficial therapist
You’re loyal to a fault, and he knows it
He tells you the things he can’t tell Legolas or his generals
His fears for his people, his grief
You listen, sometimes snarky, sometimes sweet, but always there
You finally got your wish for archery lessons
Thranduil is a perfectionist, and he nearly lost his mind when you first tried to shoot while dancing
"Focus, Seer! It is a weapon, not a prop for your theatrical displays!"
But when you finally hit the bullseye, he looked more proud than he’d ever admit
The gifts he gives you are always extravagant and perfectly tailored to your style
He’s had his finest smiths forge you a crown of silver hyacinths and black diamonds
But his most thoughtful gift was a set of glass vials
So you could try your art at making your own perfumes
"You are a Seer," He said, looking away as you gasped in delight, "You should not have to smell like a damp forest if you do not wish to."
It was the closest he would ever get to saying you were his best friend, and as you hugged him
The only person allowed to touch him without a formal bow
The Elvenking actually hugged you back
But it was very short and awkward
"Never speak of this to anyone or I'll have your tongue."
~~~
Disney;
Yzma -
You didn’t just "meet" Yzma
You were summoned
As her niece, you were sent to the palace to assist her in her "official duties"
Though everyone knew that meant helping her navigate the labyrinthine politics of Kuzco’s court
You arrived draped in your favorite layers
A black lace top over a velvet bodice that accentuated your figure, your silver moon belt cinched tight, and your colorful box braids swaying with every step
Your milk chocolate skin glowed under the flickering torches of the palace
Yzma was hunched over a bubbling cauldron in her secret lab, wearing her massive purple feathered collar and a headpiece that looked like it defied physics
When you entered, she didn't turn around immediately
She just sniffed the air
"Is that... Coconut?! Kronk, I swear if you-" She spun around, her eyes widening behind her long lashes when she saw your unique, vampire-romantic aesthetic, "Oh, it’s just you. My niece. Well, at least you have the sense to wear purple. It’s the color of power, you know! Now, come here and tell me if this potion looks more like 'Poison' or 'Pink Lemonade.' The labeling in this place is abysmal!"
Your friendship is built on a foundation of mutual eccentricity and a shared disdain for the "simple-minded"
Mostly Kuzco and, occasionally, Kronk
You were her confidante
The one person who could match her sarcastic wit with your own
While Yzma is obsessed with the throne
She loves that you are intelligent enough to understand her chemical formulas
You’d wear your silver rings and crystal bracelets, clinking softly as you sorted her vials
The bond deepened during your shared excursions
Yzma, despite her age, has a surprising amount of energy when there’s a museum involved
You would take her to the ancient archives
You’d ramble about the history you loved
One evening, you found her slumped in her chair, exhausted from another failed attempt to "eliminate" the Emperor
You didn't mock her; you simply brought her a plate of sliced mango and coconut, her favorite treats that you shared
In the quiet moments, your relationship is surprisingly sweet
Since you both love to sleep, you’ve established a "No Plotting Before Noon" rule
You’ll find Yzma in her oversized silk pajamas, and you’ll be in your gothic lounge set, both of you refusing to move until the sun is high
You’ve introduced her to the world of high-end perfumes
She loves to watch you do your makeup
You finally convinced Yzma to go outside for something other than a secret mission
You took her to the palace gardens for archery
You looked every bit the dark huntress in your silver moon belt, while Yzma wore a sun hat so large it had its own zip code
"Aim for the heart, Auntie," You’d say, adjusting her grip on the bow.
"I usually prefer a trapdoor." She’d mutter, actually hitting the target
(Though it was the wrong target... Sorry, Kronk)
You also spent time observing your favorite animals
You’d drag her to see the owls in the palace aviary
Yzma expresses her love through gifts of "functional" value
For your birthday, she didn't give you a normal necklace; she gave you an enchanted silver ring that turns bright purple if someone tries to poison your drink
She’s become fiercely loyal to you
If a courtier makes a comment about your "witchy" ways or your colorful braids, Yzma is there with a biting, sarcastic remark that sends them scurrying away
"My niece is a visionary! You, on the other hand, look like you were dressed by a blind llama!"
i'd love a (romantic + platonic) Stranger Things, Harry Potter, and Marvel matchups, please! :)
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Age: 20
Pronouns: she/her
Match Preference: for romantic, i prefer males/i'm straight :)
Appearance: 5'2, chest-length dark brown (basically black) hair. My hair is technically straight, but it has lots of waves and very tiny curls hidden in there, so i consider it wavy lol. heart-shaped face. Very dark brown roundish eyes.
Hobbies: Singing, Acting, Reading, (belly) dancing, listening to music.
Music/Artists: mostly pop, dance/disco/r&b and stuff that makes me feel confident. I adore Sabrina Carpenter, Melanie Martinez, Madison Beer.
Favorite Colors: Brown, Red, Gold.
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Romantic Matchups; Stranger Things, Harry Potter, and Marvel
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Romantic;
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Stranger Things;
Eddie Munson -
You were working the closing shift at Hawkins’ local record store, tucked behind the counter in a deep red cardigan
The bell chimed, and in stepped a whirlwind of leather, denim, and untamed curls
Eddie Munson didn’t just walk into a room; he invaded it
He was looking for a specific Metallica import
His rings clattering against the bins as he flipped through the 'M' section
You were huddled over a book
When he finally approached, he slammed a copy of "Kill 'Em All" onto the counter, a manic grin on his face
Your heart hammered against your ribs
Your anxiety flared because, despite the rumors of him being a "dangerous cult leader," he was just... Loud
You avoided eye contact, focusing on the price tag with your dark brown eyes shielded by your hair
"Sorry, I didn't mean to jump scare ya," Eddie teased, leaning his elbows on the counter
His voice was gravelly but oddly warm
You muttered the price, barely a whisper, and he just laughed, leaning closer
"I don’t bite, sweetheart. Unless you’re into that."
While you were too shy to respond, you noticed the way his expression softened when he realized you were genuinely nervous
He didn't push; he just paid, winked, said "see you later, sweetheart," and left you in a stunned, quiet silence
Eddie started coming in every Tuesday and Thursday
He realized early on that you were a people-pleaser who got overwhelmed by big personalities, so he adjusted
He’d sit on the floor of the aisle while you restocked, rambling about his D&D campaign or the latest drama with Corroded Coffin
He naturally filled the silence, never demanding you speak, which allowed your introverted heart to slowly stop racing whenever he appeared
You noticed when his grin was a little forced after a bad day at school
And one afternoon, you silently handed him a copy of a fantasy novel you’d been reading
"The protagonist reminds me of you," You said, your first long sentence to him
Eddie looked at the book like it was made of solid gold
The friendship solidified over your shared love for the arts
He found out you were a talented singer and actor when he caught you humming a melody while dusting the pop section
Instead of making a scene, he just grabbed a nearby broom, used it as a microphone, and started air-guitaring a ridiculous heavy metal backing track to your pop tune
You laughed
A real, genuine sound
And Eddie felt a pull in his chest he wasn't prepared for
He loved that you were a sensitive soul who understood the theatrics of life just as much as he did
The slow burn was agonizing
For Eddie, it started when he realized you weren't just "sweet"
You were judgmental and held grudges
You’d whisper sharp, sarcastic critiques about the "popular" kids who came in to buy Top 40 hits, and Eddie would howl with laughter
"You’ve got a wicked streak, don't you, Princess?" He’d grin
He loved that hidden stubbornness
For you, the feelings deepened during late-night music sharing sessions
After the store closed, Eddie would stay late, and you’d sit on the floor of the "Staff Only" section
He’d introduce you to the complex storytelling of Iron Maiden
And in return, you’d play him the dance and R&B tracks that made you feel confident
Watching him actually listen to your music
Not mocking it
Made you swoon
He’s the protective type, though he hides it behind humor
One night, a group of guys from school came in and started hassling you for being "the weird girl who hangs out with the freak"
You froze, your cowardly instinct instantly telling you to just take it
But Eddie was there in a second, his tall frame looming over them, a dangerous glint in his eyes
He didn't have to throw a punch
He just looked so unhinged and protective that they backed off
When he turned back to you, he was gentle again, tucking a stray wavy lock of your dark hair behind your ear
"Don't let those extras get to you, honey." He whispered
It happened in the store
You were staying late to practice a monologue for a play, your voice echoing through the empty space
You were dressed in a brown velvet skirt and a fitted top, looking every bit the "talented, quiet" girl he’d fallen for
Eddie was watching, completely captivated by your acting
When you finished, he didn't clap; he walked up to you looking uncharacteristically nervous
"You know, you're a real paradox," He started, "You're so anxious about the world, yet you stand up here and command it."
"I’m not good at the soft stuff, sweetheart. I’m a loud-mouthed freak who lives in a trailer. But the way you look at me... It- It makes me feel like I’m more than just a... Weird guy... You know?"
You were trembling, your straight-forward nature warring with your shyness
You reached out, grabbing the lapel of his denim vest to pull him down to your height
"Eddie, I hold grudges for years," You whispered, a tiny, awkward smile on your lips. "And I’ve decided I’m never letting you go for making me wait this long to kiss me."
He didn't need another word
He crashed his lips against yours, his hands tangled in your hair, finally claiming his muse
Being Eddie Munson’s girlfriend is a whirlwind of affection
He knows you get overwhelmed, so he creates a "safe zone" for you in his trailer
He bought a plush rug in a deep red and a few gold accents because he remembered they were your favorite colors
On rainy evenings, you’ll practice your belly dancing while he tries to keep a beat on his guitar
He finds the way you move your body so confidently - contrasted with your shy personality - to be the most attractive thing on the planet
He often ends up dropping the pick just to watch you, his mouth slightly ajar
He calls you "Little Bird" often
You call him "Eds"
Most nights are spent with your head in his lap while he reads aloud to you
He knows you love to read, but he likes the "theatre" of performing the book for you
He’ll do different voices for every character, making you giggle until your stomach hurts
Despite his image, Eddie loves taking you on quiet, outdoor dates where you won't get anxious about crowds
He found a secluded spot by Lovers' Lake where the trees are thick and the social world of Hawkins feels miles away
He’ll pack a bag with your favorite snacks and a battery-operated tape player
He gets you unique, thoughtful things
A vintage gold locket with a picture of himself inside, or a rare R&B vinyl he tracked down in Indianapolis
He once gave you a "Protection Kit" for when he’s not around
It was just a bunch of his smelliest, oversized band tees and a pair of heavy rings you could wear on a chain
"Sweetheart, are you still mad at Henderson for eating your fries three weeks ago?"
"He knew they were the perfectly seasoned ones, Eddie. He knew. I have a list, and his name is in red ink."
Eddie smirked, "God, I love your petty soul. Remind me never to get on your bad side, or I'll be sleeping on the couch until 1987."
~~~
Harry Potter;
Theodore Nott -
(Not getting in too deep in the canon events of HP)
It began in the quietest corners of the Hogwarts Library during your second year
You were both there for the same reason: Ancient Runes
Theodore Nott was a shadow in the Slytherin common room, but in the library, he was a force
You had a reputation for being quiet and shy, but your grades told a different story
You were the only one consistently beating him in most classes
You were hunched over a heavy scroll, your dark hair falling over your shoulders, concealing your face like a curtain
You were muttering a translation under your breath
A habit you didn't realize you had
When a cool, steady voice interrupted from the neighboring table
"It’s not 'protection,' it’s 'preservation,'" Theo said, not even looking up from his own parchment, "Contextually, the fifth rune refers to the soul, not the body. You’re overthinking."
You bristled
"I’m not overthinking; I’m being thorough. If you looked at the third century dialect instead of the fifth, you’d know that."
Theo finally looked up, his dark, perceptive eyes meeting your brown ones
A small, almost invisible smirk tugged at his lips
He didn't argue; he just dipped his quill back into the ink
You had earned his attention
And rightfully so
The friendship was a slow, cautious dance
Both of you had trust issues that ran deep, and both of you were experts at judging people from a distance
Because you were both introverted and observant, you began to spend your free periods together
Not necessarily talking, but occupying the same space
As the years progressed, you became the only person Theo would actually speak to about things other than schoolwork
You’d sit by the Black Lake, you reading a Muggle play
And him staring at the water
You’d vent about your "people-pleasing" tendencies and how exhausted they made you, and he would listen with a cynical, yet understanding, tilt of his head
"Stop trying to make them like you," Theo would drawl, his voice low, "Most of them aren't worth the effort of a greeting, let alone your kindness. Save that for the people who actually see you."
You’d hold grudges against the people who were mean to him, and he did the same for you
If a Gryffindor made a comment about your quiet nature, that student would find their Transfiguration notes mysteriously turning into confetti the next day
You didn't need to ask; you knew it was him
Neither of you felt the need to be fake with each other
The shift happened in sixth year
The atmosphere at Hogwarts was heavy, and you were both anxious, worried about the rising darkness
Your sensitivity meant you felt the tension in the castle more than most
Theo noticed
He began to leave small things in your bag: a rare book, or a piece of dark chocolate when you looked particularly overwhelmed
The "Academic Rivals" trope never truly died; it just evolved
You’d stay up late in the empty common room, quizzing each other
One night, while practicing for an exam, you started humming a song to calm your nerves
Theo stopped what he was doing, watching you
"You have a beautiful voice," He said softly
It wasn't a casual compliment; it was a heavy, weighted observation
"Why do you hide it? Along with the dancing? I've seen you practicing in the empty classrooms, you know."
You felt exposed, but seeing the genuine admiration in his guarded eyes made your heart race
You realized then that Theo didn't just "tolerate" your quirks
He was fascinated by the intensity you kept hidden from the rest of the world
You started feeling jealous when other girls tried to talk to him, and he became possessive in his own quiet way, always ensuring he was the one walking you to the next class
The confession didn't happen at school
It happened during the winter break of sixth year at a stiff, formal Pureblood gala
Theo didn't want to go alone, so he invited you
And you were looking breathtaking in a deep red gown with gold embroidery that hugged your frame
Theo was there in sharp, black dress robes, looking like a prince of shadows
During a formal waltz, suddenly his hand was on your waist
The physical contact was electric
"I’ve spent the last three hours judging every man in this room for even looking at you." He whispered into your ear as the music swelled
"I’ve spent the night doing the same to every girl near you," You admitted
When the dance ended, he led you into a darkened balcony
The air was freezing, but his presence was warm
He gave you his robe jacket
"I’m not good at this," He said, his voice straining, "But I don't want to be your rival anymore. I don't even want to just be your friend. I think... I think you’re the only person I actually trust."
You didn't wait for him to finish; you kissed him, the gold of your dress shimmering in the moonlight
In a relationship, Theo is incredibly attentive
He understands your need for music, and he’ll often cast a Muffliato spell around your room so you can listen to music as loudly as you want while you get ready
He loves the contrast of your personality
How you can be a shy, quiet girl in public and a confident, talented performer when it’s just the two of you
He buys you gold jewelry to match your favorite aesthetic
He loves the way your dark, wavy hair looks against brown and red fabrics
He’ll often sit behind you and run his fingers through the waves, his eyes softening in a way he only allows you to see
Spending evenings in his family’s library or a secluded corner of the Room of Requirement
You’ll read your scripts or plays out loud, and he’ll give you straight-forward critiques
Helping you memorize lines
He takes you on quiet, safe outdoor dates
Picnics and long walks through the gardens of Nott Manor.
You’re a power couple
To the rest of Hogwarts, you’re just two smart, quiet students who happen to study together
But beneath the surface, there’s a world of secret smiles, hidden hand-holding under the table, and a deep, intuitive understanding that neither of you ever have to be anyone else but yourselves when you're together
~~~
Marvel;
Peter Parker (Spider-Man) -
It was the second semester at Empire State University
You were tucked away in the back corner of the library, nearly hidden by a stack of textbooks on classical theatre and biology
You were feeling particularly anxious about an upcoming acting opportunity, your foot tapping a rhythmic beat as you hummed a Sabrina Carpenter melody to soothe your nerves
Peter Parker, carrying a heavy camera bag and looking just as disheveled and tired as he always did, was looking for a quiet place to develop some notes for Dr. Connors
He spotted you
A young woman with deep, dark eyes and hair that looked like spilled ink over your shoulders
You were so focused on your book that you didn't see him trip slightly over a chair leg
He froze, face turning bright red, but you didn't laugh
Instead, you looked up with a small, understanding smile that reached your eyes, sensing his awkwardness immediately
"It’s okay," You said softly, your voice barely a whisper, "The floor here is notoriously slippery."
Peter laughed, a genuine, warm sound
"I’m Peter. And yeah, I think this floor and I have a personal vendetta."
He sat across from you that day
Your friendship grew in the spaces between classes and the late-night walks across campus
Peter quickly became the "safe" person on your very short list
Because you were quiet and observant, you noticed things about him that others missed
The way he winced when he moved his shoulder
Or the way he’d suddenly disappear when sirens wailed in the distance
You didn't push him for answers, which Peter appreciated more than words could say
He loved your straightforward nature; you didn't play games, and in a world of secrets, your honesty was his anchor
The "walking home" ritual started almost immediately
No matter how busy he was with "photography gigs" for the Bugle, he was at your side every evening
You’d walk through the crisp New York air as you vented about your impatience with a slow-moving project or your latest "people-pleasing" mishap at work
Peter would listen with rapt attention, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets
"You're not a coward for wanting peace," He’d tell you firmly when you felt weak for avoiding a confrontation, "You’re sensitive, and that’s a strength. It means you actually care about the world."
For you, it was the way Peter looked at you when he didn't think you were noticing
With a gaze so full of tenderness it made your heart ache
For Peter, it happened during one of your rehearsals
He had snuck into the back of the theater to watch you practice a musical number
Hearing your voice
Rich, melodic, and full of the emotional depth you usually kept hidden
Completely floored him
He realized then that he didn't just like you; he was utterly devoted to you
He started showing his affection through tiny, thoughtful gestures
He’d bring you a warm cup of coffee just the way you liked it when he knew you’d been reading for hours
When your anxiety spiked, he’d gently place a hand on your arm
You, in turn, started getting protective
If someone spoke harshly to him, you’d give them a look so icy they’d actually back away
Peter found it adorable
"Did you just glare at that guy for five minutes straight?" He’d ask with a smirk
"He was being rude to you, Peter. I have a list, and he’s on it now," You’d reply, making him chuckle and pull you a little closer
The confession happened on a night when the city felt particularly heavy
You had experienced a "shut down" day where your trust issues were flaring up, making you feel isolated and worried that Peter would eventually get tired of your "awkwardness" and leave you
You were standing under the awning of your apartment building, the rain pouring down in sheets
Peter was soaked, his hair plastered to his forehead, but he refused to leave until he knew you were okay
"You don't have to stay here with me, Peter," You sighed, looking at your shoes. "I know it's not easy with all this rain-"
Peter took a step closer, his brown eyes searching yours
"I don't want 'easy,' I want you," He said, his voice cracking slightly with emotion, "I love the way you notice the little things. I love your kindness, even when you're trying to act tough. I love your singing more than any song on the radio. You're the smartest, most talented person I know, and if you'll have me... I want to be the person who walks you home for the rest of our lives. Eve in the middle of a rain storm."
You looked up at him, heart racing, and saw the truth in his eyes
You didn't say anything at first
You just leaned in and tucked your head under his chin, letting him hold you
"Okay," You whispered, "But you’re still walking me home tomorrow."
Being in a relationship with Peter is a dream for someone who values loyalty and gentleness
He adores your aesthetic, often buying you little gifts in your favorite colors
A deep red scarf to keep you warm, or a vintage gold locket he found at a thrift store
He’s incredibly patient with your "people-pleaser" tendencies, gently reminding you that it’s okay to say no
When you get impatient or snappy due to stress, he doesn't snap back
He just pulls you into a hug and lets you vent until the storm passes
He calls you "Honey"
You call him "Petey"
He takes you to dance clubs where the R&B and disco are loud enough that you can lose yourself in the music
He loves watching you belly dance
He thinks the way you move is pure art and it makes him blush every single time
You spend evenings in his cramped apartment, surrounded by his photography
You’ll read aloud to him or you’ll practice your lines for a play while he watches with stars in his eyes
He’s the type to leave sticky notes on your mirror with reminders of why you’re amazing
"You’re going to nail the audition today," or "I love the way your hair looks when it's messy"
He loves the tiny curls hidden in your dark hair and will spend hours just twirling a strand around his finger while you both listen to Madison Beer
You might be feeling anxious about a family matter, and Peter will simply come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and rest his chin on your shoulder
He doesn't need to say anything; his presence is the stability you’ve always craved
He respects your boundaries perfectly
When he comes over exhausted, you can see the weight of the world on his shoulders
You don't ask questions; you just lead him to the couch, and let him lay his head in your lap
For Peter Parker, you aren't just his girlfriend
You are his home
~~~
Platonic;
~~~
Stranger Things;
Robin Buckley -
The meeting wasn't exactly cinematic
It was awkward, slightly sweaty, and involved a very heavy stack of books
You were tucked away in the back corner of the Hawkins Library, trying to disappear into a fantasy novel to soothe your anxiety, when a blur of blue and white stripes practically fell over your table
Robin, still in her Scoops Ahoy uniform and looking like she’d just run a marathon through the mall, was desperately trying to find a specific book
She noticed you staring at her with your wide, dark brown eyes, and she froze
"I am so sorry! I have the coordination of a newborn giraffe today," She blurted out, her hands flying everywhere
You didn't say much, "It's okay," but Robin’s intuition kicked in immediately
She noticed the way you were holding your book like a shield
Instead of walking away, she sat down
"You’re reading that? I tried once, but I got distracted by the map in the front for three hours. I'm Robin, by the way. I work at the mall and smell like old milk 24/7."
Her straightforwardness made you giggle, and for a shy introvert, that was the ultimate green light for Robin
Robin didn't just become your friend; she adopted you
She realized quickly that you were a people-pleaser who struggled to speak up, and she took it upon herself to be your "social bodyguard"
If a waiter got your order wrong and you were too anxious to fix it, Robin would swoop in with a "Hey, sorry, my friend actually ordered no pickles."
While Robin would ramble at 100mph about her latest band practice, you were the one person who actually listened
You were intuitive enough to know when her rambling was just a cover for her own nerves
In return, she became the only person you felt comfortable being judgmental with
You’d sit in the corner of parties
The few you actually went to
And whisper sarcastic, witty observations about people’s outfits or behavior
"Oh, look at him trying to act cool," You’d murmur, and Robin would wheeze, "I know! It’s physically painful to watch!"
Most of your afternoons are spent in your bedroom
Which you’ve decorated in warm tones of brown, red, and gold
It’s the only place where your "shy" side disappears
Since you love singing and acting, Robin often "directs" you
She’ll sit on your floor, leaning against your bed, while you perform a song
Robin is your biggest fan, clapping wildly and shouting, "Grammy! Give this girl a Grammy right now!"
She’s also fascinated by your belly dancing
She’ll try to follow along, her long limbs flailing compared to your graceful movements
"How do your hips do that? Mine are made of lead and stubbornness!" She’d yell, eventually collapsing into a pile of laughter
But the most important part of your friendship is the protection
If Robin senses someone is taking advantage of your kindness or triggering your trust issues, she turns into a "fierce mama bear"
She will stare down anyone who makes you feel small, her sharp tongue and quick wit acting as a barrier between you and the world
~~~
Harry Potter;
Blaise Zabini -
(Not getting in too deep in the canon events of HP)
It happened in the Library, tucked away in the back of the Charms section
Where the shadows are long and the students are few
You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, your chest-length dark hair falling over your shoulders as you hummed a low, sweet melody from a song you’d heard over the summer
You were so lost in your own world, swaying slightly in a way that mimicked your belly dancing practice, that you didn't notice the tall, poised figure leaning against the bookshelf
Blaise Zabini had been watching you for ten minutes
He was dressed impeccably, his Slytherin robes tailored to perfection, looking every bit the cold, untouchable aristocrat
Most people were intimidated by his sharp features and bored expression, but you simply glanced up, blinked, and went back to your book
You didn't fawn over him, and you didn't run away
Blaise found that infinitely more interesting than the loud, desperate energy of the Great Hall
"You have a lovely voice," He drawled, his voice like velvet
"Though I suspect you’re far more perceptive than you let on, considering you’ve noticed the three people trying to eavesdrop on us from the next aisle."
You didn't even look up as you replied, "Four, actually. They breathe too loudly."
Blaise’s eyes sparked with a rare, genuine amusement
He realized then that beneath your introverted exterior lay a mind just as sharp and judgmental as his own
No one in Hogwarts understood why the "Ice Prince" of Slytherin was suddenly inseparable from the quiet girl
It was a surprisingly strong friendship built on a foundation of mutual observation
Blaise respects emotionally intelligent people, and he was fascinated by your intuitive nature
You are the anxious, people-pleasing soul who overthinks every interaction
And he is the calm, arrogant anchor who tells you exactly who isn't worth your time
Your favorite spot is a secluded corner of the Courtyard or the back of the Common Room, where you’ll sit together
You in a rich brown knit sweater and him in his usual silk-lined finery
Despite your introversion, Blaise knows how to draw out your talented side
He loves to hear you sing, often bringing you to the Astronomy Tower at night where the acoustics are hauntingly perfect
When you’re feeling overwhelmed or worried, he takes you outdoors
He finds a hidden clearing near the Black Lake where the light hits the water in shades of gold
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Marvel;
Kate Bishop -
(A honest mix of show and comics' Kate)
You and Kate were born into the same circles of Manhattan elite, but while she was busy trying to climb the architecture of the Bishop penthouse, you were usually hiding behind a velvet curtain to avoid making eye contact with investors
You met at a dreary charity gala when you were both eight
You were tucked into a corner, meticulously organizing the hors d'oeuvres by color, when a young Kate Bishop, sporting a messy ponytail and a dress that was definitely missing a button, slid under the table next to you
"The shrimp puffs are better if you pretend they're space rations," She whispered
You were shy and quiet, your dark brown eyes wide with anxiety at the noise outside, but Kate just grinned
She didn't ask why you were hiding; she just decided you were her co-pilot
By the time your parents found you, Kate had convinced you to "scout" the kitchen for more rations, and a lifelong bond was forged
The dynamic of your friendship is the definition of "Chaotic Best Friend Adopts Anxious Introvert"
Kate is the gas pedal, and you are the emergency brake
Though she often ignores the brake entirely
As you grew up, Kate became your fiercest protector
If she ever caught someone being judgmental of your quiet nature or your awkwardness, she didn't just give them a "look"
She’d unleash a witty, stinging verbal takedown that left them speechless
Because you struggle with trust, Kate has spent years proving she’s the one person who will never leave
She’s the only one allowed to see your "judgemental" side
You two will sit in the back of a trendy coffee shop, you whispering sharp, perceptive observations about the pretentious patrons who are rude or don't tip
She loves that you aren't afraid to tell her when she’s being an idiot, even if you do it in a soft, worried voice
During fun escapades, her protective streak goes into overdrive
When you aren't being dragged into a crisis, your time together is sweet and domestic
Kate is your biggest fan
She will sit on the floor of your room for hours, leaning against your bed, just to watch you practice your belly dancing
She’ll try to follow along, looking incredibly uncoordinated and laughing at herself, while praising your talent
Music is the soul of your friendship
You’ve curated playlists for each other
You spend evenings reading together
Or rather, you read a classic novel while Kate occasionally interrupts you to read a funny text from Clint Barton
She loves your singing voice; she’ll often stop talking (a rarity!) just to hear you, looking at you with such genuine affection
Hi, this is the anon who’s match-up got lost on Nov 14th. Here’s my re-sent match-up, thank you, again, for allowing me to resend it!
Hi, I’m 18, my pronouns are (She/her) and I would like a romantic match-up for Harry Potter. I have a preference for men, but I wouldn’t mind a match-up with a woman, either.
I have a short, thick, wavy black bob with bangs, I wear golden glasses and I usually have long, dangly earrings that are almost a staple accessory. I also have medium brown skin, dark brown almond eyes and most of my features are on the rounder side. I’m also quite chubby, and am around 5”7 in height. I would say my fashion is quite masculine and consists of a lot of dad-jeans, oversized hoodies, leather jackets and turtlenecks - but I can switch it up sometimes. I also look very serious, and have a permanent and very intense RBF, so, I can scare people.
For my personality, I would say that I’m quite reserved (with minimal friends), and I can become quite anxious in social settings, because I’ve had a lot of negative experiences with people, and was bullied a lot. I have Autism, which can me come off as blunt or detached without meaning to. I also project being super confident and fiery, but it’s more a mask I show to others than who I would truly say I am. I would say at my core I’m very critical of myself and others, I can be very emotional in my internal world (but don’t let others see it, because I don’t like being vulnerable in front of others) and I can be very stubborn. I am also quite ambitious, and can set near impossible goals, but can also be quite unfocused and unmotivated, which means I don’t set myself up to actually achieve them, and then, feel immense guilt over it. I also try to act as a peacemaker, and try not to get involved in fights and when I’ve had enough of a person's disrespect, I don’t confront them, I just kind of ghost them. I often have many different things I want to learn/experience and I enjoy versatility, but because, I usually don’t stick to one thing, I can come across as scatterbrained to those who know me.
Anyways, I would say that's it. Thank you for reading!
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Romantic Matchup; Harry Potter
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Romantic;
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Harry Potter;
Remus Lupin -
You met during your third year, though you had occupied the same space in the Gryffindor common room for years
You were tucked into a corner of the library that was notoriously drafty, wearing an oversized, thick knit turtleneck and your signature golden glasses perched on your nose
You were intensely focused on a leather-bound book about ancient alchemy, and your RBF was at its peak intensity
Most students avoided that table because you looked like you were contemplating a curse
But Remus Lupin just saw a girl who valued her peace
He approached tentatively, clutching a stack of runaway parchment
He was wearing his usual oversized, slightly frayed school jumper, his tawny hair a bit of a mess
"Is this seat taken? Everywhere else is... Well..."
You looked up, your dark brown eyes meeting his
You gave a sharp, blunt nod, and went back to your book
You didn't realize it then, but Remus was immediately struck by the weight of your presence
While others found your silence intimidating, to a boy carrying a secret, your quiet, serious energy felt like a safe harbor for him to dock at
The friendship was built on the foundation of quiet company
Remus quickly learned that you weren't actually angry
You were just processing the world at a differently
He became the one person who didn't mistake your autistic bluntness for rudeness
He’d often sit with you while you cycled through hobbies
One week it was intricate wand-polishing, the next it was translated Nordic poetry
You’d be working on a complex Arithmancy chart, and he’d be finishing an essay
When you’d get overwhelmed by the noise of the Great Hall and your hand would go to your ear, he’d help you leave the room and you'd spend time in the library
He’d bring you tea exactly how you liked it
The feelings didn't hit like a lightning bolt; they grew like moss, steady and resilient
Remus began to notice the little things
The way your dangly earrings caught the light when you tilted your head
The softness of your features that contradicted your "tough" leather jacket
And the way you tried to be a peacemaker during the Marauders' more chaotic pranks
He saw the internal world you kept hidden, especially when you’d get that look of immense guilt for not finishing a project
For you, it was the way Remus looked at you
He was never scared of your intensity
In fact, when you were being particularly stubborn about a point in class, he’d have this tiny, admiring smirk on his face
You started to feel a pull toward him because he was the only one who didn't ask you to "lighten up" or "smile"
You began to feel a deep, internal warmth whenever he’d touch your arm to get your attention
A rare piece of physical contact that you actually welcomed
It happened during a particularly stressful exam week in your sixth year
You were spiraling, feeling unmotivated and angry at yourself for it, projecting a "fiery" mask that was scaring away even the first years
Remus found you on the Astronomy Tower, looking out at the Forbidden Forest
You were wearing a leather jacket over a turtleneck, looking every bit the "serious" student, but your hands were shaking slightly
You turned to him, your blunt defense ready, but it died in your throat when you saw the sheer sincerity in his eyes
He didn't pressure you to be vulnerable; he just stood there, a space for you to land
"I think you’re extraordinary," He breathed, his voice cracking slightly, "Not because of the goals you reach, but because of the person you are when you think no one is looking. I’ve loved you for a very long time."
You didn't ghost him
For the first time, you let the mask drop, admitting through a shaky voice that you felt the same
Being in a relationship with Remus is incredible
He understands that your RBF is just your face at rest, and he often leans in to kiss your cheek when you’re looking your most "intense," whispering, "Beautiful"
He’s very affectionate in a private, gentle way
Holding your hand under the table or resting his head on your shoulder while you read
You both spend your evenings in the Gryffindor common room or a secret classroom you’ve claimed
He’s the one who encourages your ambitions but helps you break them down into "human-sized" tasks so you don't feel that crushing feeling anymore
He’s also very protective of your sensory needs
If a party gets too loud, he’s the first one to suggest a retreat to the kitchens for a snack
He admires your intellect and will spend hours debating magical theory with you
Remus was admiring your dangly earrings, "Those are new. Gold leaf?"
"I wanted something that matched the glasses. Is it too much?"
"It’s perfect. You look like a very brilliant, very grumpy queen. My favorite kind."
You’ll drag him to study avian behavior or to the greenhouses to learn about obscure fungi
He follows along happily, carrying your bag and listening to you ramble
For outdoorsy fun, he likes taking you on walks around the Black Lake when the sun is setting, knowing the light makes your golden glasses shimmer
He gets you things that cater to your many interests
A set of high-quality inks for a calligraphy phase you’ve entered
Or a pair of earrings shaped like tiny, intricate books
You get him soft, expensive chocolate and thick, hand-knitted socks to keep him warm after rough nights
On your unfocused days, he’ll sit you down and read to you
He loves it when you wear your "dad jeans" and his oversized sweaters
He thinks you look incredibly cozy
He calls you "My Star" or "Sweet Pea"
You call him "Moony" or just "Rem"
"You’re doing that thing again."
You adjust your golden glasses, looking incredibly stern, "What thing?"
Remus grinned, booping your nose, "You’re scaring the Hufflepuffs, darling. Your 'I-might-incinerate-you' face is on. Come here and have some chocolate."
Hi, I would love a romantic matchup for Stranger things, The Witcher and DC. My pronouns are she/her and I would like to be matched with a man.
I am 19 and study animal sciences in university. I’m short with light, curly hair, blue eyes and I wear glasses. I have ADHD and dyslexia. My emotions are very visible on my face. I can be short tempered and I’m very protective of those I love. I am an introvert and really dislike big social gatherings and parties. My love language is physical touch but only if I’m close to someone. If we aren’t close I don’t want any physical contact. My hobbies are reading, art and baking. I love horses but sadly I’m unable to ride at the moment. I love animals and have two cats and two dogs.
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Romantic Matchups; Stranger Things, The Witcher, and DC Comics
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Romantic;
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Stranger Things;
Steve Harrington -
You were new to Hawkins
Robin Buckley had befriended you at the local library, bonding over your shared chaotic energy and her appreciation for how you didn't mind her fast-talking
One afternoon, she dragged you to meet "the only guy in town who isn't a total mouth-breather."
You were wearing a pair of oversized overalls, a smudge of charcoal on your cheek from a morning sketch, and your curly hair was pinned back haphazardly with a pencil
The moment you walked in, he stopped mid-sentence
He didn't just look at you; he beamed
"Steve, this is my friend," Robin announced, "She’s an animal science genius, she’s new, and she doesn't think you're cool, so don't try the thing."
Steve ignored Robin entirely, his eyes fixed on yours, "I'm Steve," He said lamely, his voice dropping into that charming, low register. "New in town, huh? Hawkins is... Well, it’s a lot, but I can show you the non-weird parts."
Your face, always an open book, you gave a small, shy smile that made Steve’s heart do a literal backflip
"Robin, I think, already showed me all the non-weird places."
After you left that day, Robin cornered Steve
"Hey, Dingus! Wipe that look off your face. She’s actually cool, okay? She’s an introvert, she hates parties, and if you break her heart or try your old 'King Steve' moves, I will personally hide your hairspray."
Steve held up his hands in surrender, looking sincere, "I'm not gonna do anything, Robin! I just... She’s different. She’s got this vibe. What does she like?"
Robin rolled her eyes, "Baking, reading, and animals. She’s got like a whole zoo at her house. Be normal, Steve."
Steve took that to heart
The next time you came into the store, he didn't try to be "cool"
He was just...
Steve
He got you a specific book-to-movie adaptation he thought you’d like
"I know you prefer the books," He said, rubbing the back of his neck, "But I thought maybe we could talk about the differences? Robin says you’re a genius with this stuff."
The friendship was a slow build
You’d visit him at work, sitting on the floor in a quiet corner of the store where the light was best for your reading, and he’d "patrol" the area to make sure no loud teenagers bothered you
He learned quickly that you get overstimulated by loud noises, so he’d silently turn the store’s music down when you walked in
You, in turn, became his fiercest defender
When a customer was rude to him about a late fee, your short temper flared
You stepped up, eyes flashing behind your glasses, and gave the customer such a witty, sarcastic dressing-down that Steve stood there with his jaw dropped
He loved that you were protective; it matched his own "Mama Steve" instincts perfectly
The transition from friends to "something more" was a slow burn
Again
That was fueled by Steve’s pure Golden Retriever energy
He was always happy to see you
Literally vibrating with excitement when your car pulled into the lot
He started showing up at your house with bags of carrots for the horses you wished you could ride
Just so you could go to the local farm together and feed them from the fence
One evening, you were stressed about a heavy University exam
You were frustrated, the dyslexia making the diagrams feel like a puzzle you couldn't solve
You were on the verge of a shutdown when Steve showed up at your door with a tub of cookie dough and a mindless action movie
He didn't ask questions; he just saw your face and knew
He sat on the floor with your two dogs and two cats
Who, despite usually being wary of strangers, climbed all over him like he was a human jungle gym
He just laughed, petting them all at once
Watching him quietly exist in your space, being so gentle with your animals and so patient with your mood...
You found yourself wanting to lean your head on his shoulder, a feeling that usually terrified you, but with Steve, it felt like coming home
Steve finally asked you on a proper date, but he didn't suggest a movie or a party
"There’s this old used bookstore two towns over," He said, his face hopeful. "It’s really quiet. I thought... Maybe we could go? I'll drive. We can find some books for you."
"As... A date?" You asked, hopefully
"Yeah, as a date... If you want to?"
"Yeah, that sounds cool."
"Cool, cool."
The date was perfect
He spent three hours patiently walking through the aisles with you
He didn't mind that you had to read the blurbs slowly; in fact, he’d lean in and read them quietly to you if he saw you struggling, his voice steady and never patronizing
Afterward, you went back to your place to bake
Steve was a disaster in the kitchen
He got flour in his hair within ten minutes
But he was so enthusiastic about "helping" that you couldn't stop laughing
As the timers on the cupcakes went off, the kitchen was warm and smelled like vanilla
You were standing close to him, cleaning a smudge of frosting off his nose
The air changed
Your face, as always, gave you away
Your eyes went wide and your breath hitched
Steve took a brave step forward, his hands hovering near your waist, waiting for your cue
"Is this okay?" He whispered, mindful of your boundaries
You nodded, closing the gap
The kiss was soft, sweet, and tasted like sugar
"I've been wanting to do that since Robin introduced us," He confessed, grinning like a dork
Being Steve Harrington’s partner means being the center of his universe
He is the ultimate hype-man for your studies
While you're buried in textbooks about animal science, he’ll sit nearby, quietly folding your laundry or playing with the cats so they don't jump on your laptop
He loves the "silent togetherness" of your relationship
He calls you "Sweetheart" or "Honey," and when he’s being extra affectionate, "Sugarpie"
You call him "Stevie" or, when he’s being particularly protective of the kids, "Mom"
Now that you're close, you are inseparable
If you’re sitting on the couch, your legs are across his lap
He loves to play with your curls, winding them around his fingers while you read
He’s very tactile, always needing a hand on the small of your back or a quick kiss on the temple
It’s a two-way street
He’ll shield you from loud parties and crowded rooms, acting as your human barrier
He absolutely swoons when you get protective over him
He gets you high-quality sketchpads and specialized pens
He’s currently saving up to surprise you with a weekend trip to an animal sanctuary where you can help groom the rescue horses
"Okay, wait, tell me again why the goats have rectangular pupils? It’s for the peripheral vision, right? To see the predators?"
"Exactly! See, you are listening to my rambles."
"I'm always listening, sweetheart."
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The Witcher;
Eskel -
The journey to Kaer Morhen was grueling, even with Geralt as your guide
As a healer and animal whisperer, you spent most of the trek rambling about to mountain goats, squirrels, and birds
You have Zoolingualism
And if you weren't actively talking to the animals, or Roach, you were talking to Geralt
Geralt listened with his usual grunts, but he seemed glad for the company
When the fortress finally loomed out of the blizzard, you were shivering, your glasses fogged and your curly hair a chaotic halo of frost
You walked into the Great Hall, squinting through damp lenses at the tall, scarred man waiting by the hearth
Eskel stood there in a simple linen shirt and leather trousers
When he saw you
Small, blue eyes wide, looking utterly overwhelmed by the scale of the keep
He didn't offer a loud greeting
He simply stepped forward and handed you a warm mug of cider
His voice was like low-rolling thunder, soft and steady. "Geralt didn't mention he was bringing a friend. You look half-frozen. Come, sit by the fire."
As you warmed up, you started explaining the needs of horses in high-altitude environments, your hands moving animatedly
Eskel didn't look annoyed or bored
He watched your face
Where every emotion flickered like a candle
With a quiet, fascinated intensity
He noticed how you flinched when Lambert yelled from across the room, and he subtly shifted his chair to create a barrier between you and the noise
In that first hour, a silent understanding was born: you were both seekers of quiet in a very loud world
During that first winter, you and Eskel became a permanent fixture in the stables
While the other Witchers were upstairs drinking or sparring, you were down with the horses
Eskel was the primary caretaker of the animals, and he quickly realized your knowledge of animals was a treasure
Especially since you could talk to them
You spent hours discussing the anatomy of a Kelpie versus a standard stallion
You couldn't ride due to an old injury, but Eskel made sure you felt included, letting you help him with the grooming
Your dyslexia made reading in the library frustrating, so Eskel started reading them aloud to you
You’d sit on a pile of furs in the library, sketching the creatures as he spoke
He learned that when you went quiet and stared at your sketches, you were overstimulated and needed a "brain break"
He learned that your short temper only flared when someone - usually Lambert - was mean to the animals
He’d just put a heavy, calloused hand near yours (never touching, respecting your boundaries) and say, "Let it go, little bird. He isn't worth the breath."
You felt safer with Eskel than you had with anyone in years
You left after the first winter, but you spent the entire year thinking of the scarred Witcher
When Geralt came for you the following winter, you didn't hesitate
When you arrived at the Keep, Eskel was waiting outside in the courtyard
He wore a heavy wool cloak, his hair pulled back
The moment he saw you, a genuine, rare smile broke across his face
"You came back." He said, his voice dropping an octave
You realized then that your heart was racing not from the climb, but from him
Over the next few weeks, the "introvert bubble" you shared became more intimate
You started baking in the Keep’s kitchen, the scent of cinnamon and honey drawing him in like a moth to a flame
You’d get flour on yourself, huffing in frustration, and he’d gently wipe your cheek or forehead
The feeling of his fingers brushing your temple sent jolts through you, and for the first time, you didn't want to pull away
The romantic tension was a slow, steady burn
It was in the way he’d save the softest furs for you
It was in the way you’d bring him a hand-painted bookmark for his books
One evening, while you were rambling about your dogs back home, you noticed him leaning in, his gaze fixed on your lips
You stopped talking
"Don't stop," He whispered, "I could listen to you talk about your hounds for a century."
The confession happened in the stables, your favorite sanctuary
You were hiding in a stall with Scorpion, Eskel’s horse, tears of anger and overwhelm prickling your blue eyes
Eskel walked in, his footsteps light on the straw
He didn't ask what was wrong; he knew
He simply sat down in the straw next to you, leaving a respectful gap
"The world is too loud sometimes," He said softly, "But in here, it’s just the horses and the hay. You will be alright."
You looked at him, "I can be a lot to deal with, Eskel. You don't have to sit here with me, it's cold-"
He cut you off by gently taking your hand
The first time he’d initiated physical touch
He pressed your palm against the steady beat of his heart
"Your brain is the most fascinating thing I've ever encountered. And your heart... You're so protective, so fierce. I don't mind the cold, I want you."
He looked at you with such grounded, gentle adoration that your anger and sadness vanished
"I love you, Eskel," You whispered
He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, "I’ve loved you since the cider, little bird."
Your relationship is the most stable thing in Kaer Morhen
Because you are both introverts, your "dates" aren't at big parties or social events
They are quiet evenings by the fire
You’ll be reading or embroidering while he sharpens his swords, the only sound being the crackle of the logs
Since your love language is physical touch, you are now constantly in his space
You’ll lean your head against his bicep while you read
Or he’ll pull you into his lap while you talk about your studies
Eskel loves your baking
He’ll stand behind you in the kitchen, his arms wrapped around your waist while you knead dough, resting his chin on your shoulder
He’s the only one allowed to see your "mushy" side
Eskel has learned to recognize the specific "ADHD fidget" you do when you're bored
He’ll hand you a piece of soft leather or a smooth stone to play with without you even having to ask
He also makes sure your two cats and two dogs are mentioned in every letter you exchange during the Witcher season
He gets you rare, hand-pressed papers for your art and charcoal from specific woods that he knows you like
You get him practical things
Knitted scarves that smell like your favorite baking spices
When the weather is clear, you go on walks
You can't ride, so he walks beside you, leading the horse that carries your supplies
You’ll point out different animal tracks
He loves seeing your face light up when you find a rare bird's nest or a track from a mountain lynx
You’ll sit by a stream, and you’ll draw him while he meditates
He’s your favorite subject to paint, with all his rugged edges and soft soul
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DC Comics;
Joseph Wilson (Jericho) -
(Could be seen as the show Titans Jericho or the comic version, I was writing with both in mind)
You joined the Titans as a specialist in zoological logistics
Your animal science background making you the go-to person whenever the team encountered extraterrestrial creatures or needed to rehabilitate local wildlife caught in the crossfire
Being a 19-year-old introvert with ADHD and dyslexia, the bustling, high-tech Tower was often a sensory nightmare for you
You met Joseph in the one place you both felt safe: the rooftop garden
You were sitting on a stone bench, struggling to read a dense research paper on equine genetics, your glasses sliding down your nose and your frustration visible in the way your brow furrowed
Joseph approached silently, wearing a soft, oversized lilac sweater and dark slacks
He didn't startle you; he simply stepped into your line of sight and gave a small, gentle wave
He noticed your visible distress and, without a word, sat on the far end of the bench, opening his sketchbook
The lack of pressure to speak was an immediate relief
You two sat in a comfortable, mutual silence for an hour, the only sound being the scratch of his charcoal and the rustle of your paper
Because Joseph is mute and you are an introvert who often gets overwhelmed by verbal communication, your friendship became something beautiful and rhythmic
He quickly learned the "map" of your face
Because your emotions are so visible, he always knew when your ADHD brain was spiraling or when a "short-tempered" spark was about to fly
He’d gently tap your hand or show you a quick, humorous sketch of Grumpy Cat to make you laugh and de-escalate your mood
As friends, you spent your afternoons in the Tower’s common area, but away from the others
You’d bring your cats, who absolutely adored Joseph’s calm energy
While you studied, he would draw them
You became his fierce protector
During team meetings, if someone ignored his signing or didn't trust him because he is the son of Slade Wilson, your protective side would flare up
You’d stand up, blue eyes flashing behind your glasses, and snap, "Joseph is speaking, and you will pay attention."
He’d always give you a small, grateful smile and a squeeze of your hand
The slow burn lasted for nearly a year
It began with the little things
Joseph started bringing you treats from his favorite bakery because he knew your ADHD made you forget to eat when you were hyper-focused on your art or studies
You started baking for him
Special lemon tarts and honey-glazed bread
Carefully curated because you knew he appreciated the "gentle" things in life
You noticed that while you were an introvert who disliked crowds, you never felt "drained" when you were with him
He was like a battery for your soul
The feelings truly solidified during a trip to a local animal sanctuary
You were showing him the horses, explaining their muscle structure and gait with an intense, rambling passion
You were stimming a bit, your hands moving as you talked, and you suddenly stopped, worried you were being "too much"
Joseph stepped toward you, his expressive eyes full of heat and admiration
He signed, "Never stop. Your light is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen."
The way he looked at you
Not just with his eyes, but with his whole soul
Made your heart do a frantic dance
The confession happened in Joseph’s private art studio
You had brought him a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls you’d baked, and you found him working on a large canvas covered by a sheet
He looked nervous, his blonde curls slightly messy, wearing a paint-stained t-shirt
He gestured for you to sit, then slowly pulled the sheet away
It was a portrait of you
He didn't sign a word
He simply walked over to you, his heart practically visible on his sleeve, and took your hand
He placed it over his own heart so you could feel how fast it was beating
He then signed, "You are my favorite person to be still with. I love you, in every language I know."
You didn't even have to find the words; your emotions were written all over your face
You burst into a bright, teary smile and threw your arms around his neck
Your relationship is filled with gentleness and emotional intelligence
Because you are both creative, your "dates" are rarely loud or flashy
You’ll be reading on the sofa with your dogs at your feet, while Joseph sits on the floor between your knees, sketching
He loves the texture of your curly hair and will often spend long periods just gently twirling a stray lock around his finger while he thinks
You’ve even started a "joint" journal where you draw animals and he writes a poems
Baking is a team effort
You handle the complex recipes
And he handles the aesthetic decorating
He’s a perfectionist with the icing, making every cupcake look like a work of art
He will freaking draw the Mona Lisa with icing
Don't tempt him
He gets you high-quality, weighted blankets for when you’re overstimulated and beautiful, leather-bound sketchbooks
You get him specialized paints and soft, vintage sweaters
He signs a specific sign for "My Heart" when he looks at you
You call him "Jo"
The most romantic thing Joseph does is how he uses his powers to care for you
On rainy afternoons, he’ll set up a "reading nook" with every pillow in the apartment, put on your favorite low-fi music, and just hold you
He’ll kiss your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips - slow, deliberate movements that tell you you are safe
He never rushes you
He knows you’re an introvert, and he’s perfectly happy being the only person in your world, just as you are the only person in his
i am 13. i go by he/she with a STRONG preference for he/him and i would like a platonic marvel and spiderverse matchup!i have no preference for gender.
short fluffy-wavy brown hair with stripes of blonde, i wear snake bite piercings, i have almost black dark brown almond/downturned eyes and i wear contacts, and glasses when i'm lazy. i’m lanky and short, very skinny, boxy, and flat chested, i’ve been told i have a masculine face. my fashion alternates between masculine and feminine based on how im feeling and how much effort i want to put in (i am HEAVILYYY masculine presenting though, it’s very rare for me to get dressed up). for masculine i dress in athletic and sporty-ish stuff, A LOTTT of track jackets zipped all the way up, as well as cargo shorts, long sleeve shirts sometimes with t-shirts over them or either by themselves, and gym shorts. as for my feminine fashion its mostly whimsy twee, i wear sweaters over polos, skirts, brooches/pins on ties as well as hairclips on ties, scarves, tights, cami tops, and layer
i’m extroverted and loud, i thrive + am more myself in groups, pretty much always up for anything, i love socializing and activities, my life has to pretty much always be exciting or my mental health falls apart. i’m optimistic, i overshare to fill silence, empathetic and cry a lot. i need a logical person to ground me as i get overwhelmed. i love sports, specifically american football, hockey (would you have guessed i’m canadian-american) and speed-skating (i do inline speed skating). i write poetry and draw, i love sea creatures and jellyfish. i have a fascination with graffiti but have never done it myself.
Hi!
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I hope you like your matches for your new best friends!
Enjoy!
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Platonic Matchups; Marvel and Spiderverse
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Platonic;
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Marvel;
America Chavez -
It wasn’t exactly a "normal" first day of school
You were leaning against the lockers, zipping up your favorite navy blue track jacket all the way to your chin, adjusting your glasses because you’d been too lazy to put in your contacts that morning
You were oversharing a story about a recent inline speed-skating wipeout to a group of slightly overwhelmed freshmen when America Chavez walked over, wearing her iconic denim star jacket and a look of pure confusion
"Is this... Algebra 1?" She asked, gesturing to the class next to you, "I'm new, I don't know where any of my classes are."
Your extroverted nature kicked in before your brain did
You marched right up to her, grinning through your snake bite piercings
"Hey! Yes, it is! I talk way too much but want to sit with me and my friends so you don’t have to deal with the 'new kid' stares alone?"
America looked at you, startled by your sheer volume and optimism, but she caught the sincerity in your dark eyes
She gave a small, smirk-like grin, "Sure. Lead the way."
The friendship solidified over a shared need for high-energy lives
When you’d start crying over a particularly sad poem you read or a heartbreaking update on jellyfish conservation, America wouldn't judge
She’d just put a steady hand on your shoulder and say, "Okay, deep breaths. Let’s go hit something or get food."
America loves your fashion sense, especially when you lean into your masculine athletic look
On the rare days you go "whimsy twee," she’ll actually help you pin your brooches onto your tie, though she usually ends up accidentally poking herself
"How do you wear this many layers without getting trapped?" She’ll ask
You, in return, help her feel like a normal teenager
You fill the silence with rambles about hockey stats and the history of speed-skating, giving her a break from the heavy responsibility of her powers
Because you’re both high-intensity individuals, your "hangouts" are rarely just sitting around
Most afternoons are spent at the local rink or on the pavement
Afterward, you’ll drag her to a diner to watch an American football game
You get so loud and animated, shouting at the TV, that America has to physically hold you down so you don't accidentally knock over the salt and pepper shakers
One of your favorite "quiet" activities is hunting for graffiti
You have a fascination with it, and America - who has seen street art in a thousand different dimensions - becomes your ultimate tour guide
She’ll take you to the hidden alleys of the city where the most intricate murals are tucked away
"Check this one out," She’ll say, pointing to a glowing piece of art, "It looks like a jellyfish, right? Reminded me of that drawing you did."
You’ll stand there together, you sketching the mural in your notebook
Despite your loud exterior, you have a very soft, empathetic side that America deeply respects
There are nights when the weight of her past actually catches up to her
In those moments, your oversharing becomes a gift
You’ll sit on a rooftop, wearing matching hoodies, and you’ll talk until the sun comes up just to keep her mind off the dark stuff
You’ll read her the poetry you write, even the ones that are a bit "messy," and she’ll listen with an intensity that makes you feel truly seen
"You have a lot of feelings, don't you?" She once asked after you teared up over a particularly beautiful sunset
You wiped your eyes, laughing at yourself, "Yeah, I'm a mess, America. I need a logical person to keep me from floating away."
She just bumped your shoulder with hers, "I don't think you're a mess. Everything is brighter for you. I'll stay on the ground to make sure you have a place to land."
This balance is what makes you inseparable
You give her the emotional warmth she missed out on, and she gives you the stability you crave
For her birthday, you got her a custom denim patch of a jellyfish wearing a star-spangled bandana
She immediately pinned it to the inside of her jacket
You’re also the one who explains the complex social hierarchies of high school to her
"Okay, Ames, see that guy? He’s a 'football bro.' We like him, but we don't trust his taste in music."
She just nods, taking mental notes
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Spiderverse;
Miles Morales -
It wasn’t a dramatic superhero save
It was a total disaster in the hallway of your Brooklyn apartment building
You were rushing out for an inline skating practice, decked out in a zipped-up navy track jacket and cargo shorts, your skates slung over your shoulder
Miles was coming home from a long day at Brooklyn Visions, his mind a million miles away, probably thinking about a physics equation or a new piece of art
You rounded the corner too fast, and boom
You both ended up in a heap of limbs and loose leaf paper
"Oh my gosh, I am so, so, so, so sorry!" You blurted out, oversharing immediately as you scrambled to help him pick up his things
Miles just laughed, rubbing the back of his head, his eyes landing on your snake bite piercings
He thought you looked incredibly cool
When he saw your sketchbook had fallen open to a drawing of a Lion’s Mane jellyfish, he stopped. "You drew this? The linework is incredible."
From that moment on, you weren't just neighbors; you were a duo
Your friendship is built on a "High Energy vs. Focused Energy" dynamic
As an extrovert who thrives in groups, you’re usually the one dragging Miles out to the park or a street festival when he’s been cooped up in his room too long
You’re the loud, optimistic force that keeps his spirits up when the weight of the world (or just pre-calc) gets him down
You talk a mile a minute, filling every silence with facts about speed-skating or the latest poem you read, and Miles actually loves it
It takes the pressure off him to be the "main character" for a while
In return, Miles is your logical anchor
When you get overwhelmed, Miles is the one who puts a hand on your shoulder and tells you to breathe
He’s seen you cry over a heartbreaking nature documentary about jellyfish, and he didn't judge
He just handed you a tissue and asked if you wanted to go get take out
A typical Saturday involves a mix of your athletic world and his artistic one
You’ll spend the morning at the park where you practice your speed skating
Miles usually sits on a bench nearby, sketching you as you blur past
He’s fascinated by the physics of your movement, and you love having an audience
Afterward, you’ll head to a hockey game or find a spot to watch American football
You’re the loud fan screaming at the TV, and Miles is the one nervously laughing, trying to make sure you don't accidentally start a riot with your enthusiasm
When you’re feeling more "feminine-presenting" and put on the whimsy twee layers - the sweaters over polos and the hairclips on ties - Miles calls it your "Professor Era"
He’ll take you to small, hidden galleries in the city or to the aquarium to see the jellyfish
You’ll spend hours in front of the tanks, you rambling about their nervous systems while he takes photos for his next mural
Sometimes, you both just wander around looking for the best graffiti in Brooklyn
You point out the colors, and Miles explains the technique
Miles treats you like the sibling he never had but always needed
He’s incredibly protective of you
If someone at a party or a game gives you a hard time, Miles is standing right there, his chest puffed out just a little bit, giving them that "don't even think about it" look
He’s the one who reminds you to wear your glasses when your contacts are irritating your eyes
You, in turn, are his biggest hype-person
You are the first one to see his new sketches (the non-Spider-Man ones, obviously) and you overshare his talent to everyone you meet
"My friend Miles? Yeah, he’s basically the next big artist, no big deal."
You’ll tell a random group of people at a café while Miles tries to hide his face in his hoodie
You give him the social "cover" he needs to be himself
When he’s feeling the pressure of his "hidden" life, he comes to your apartment because he knows you’ll just put on a hockey game, and talk until he feels normal again
For your birthday, he painted a custom denim jacket for you
One side is a hyper-realistic Moon Jellyfish, and the other is a stylized, graffiti-inspired Lemon Jellyfish
You got him a rare, vintage art book and a "emergency kit" for his bag that includes snacks and a tiny Canadian flag "for luck"
It’s a lot of sitting on the floor, sharing a bag of chips, and you reciting your latest poem word-for-word while he listens with genuine interest
You’re the siblings that chose each other in the middle of a chaotic city
