I picked up an extra secret santa gift for @sargeantsarmy and I chose to draw their Jess/Sam platonic ship!!
I myself headcannon Jess being a bleached blonde….. maybe Sam is one of the only ones in the group that knows and keeps her secret, mostly from the boys (maybe even helps her dye it??)
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As promised, here's my finished fic for @barrel-of-merry-aloe-vera for the @untildawn-secretsanta event!!! I ended up working with a mixture of platonic and romantic dynamics-- with emphasis on mike/jess and matt+jess post-canon, and the way these two dynamics interact! (there's also some snuck in Chris content!)
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“Sounds like you’re in love.” Ashley decides over tea.
“No,” Says Jess automatically, “It’s not like that.” Then, she thinks about it, and realizes quietly it really isn’t like that. Which is good, because she already has a boyfriend, but maybe the in-love theory would be easier to explain. “I just miss him all the time.”
(Or: After the whirlwind events and losses of their night at Blackwood Lodge, Matt, Jess and Mike try and figure out where they stand with each other.)
Merry (belated) Christmas, @blitztheinkling! Here is your much anticipated gift in its entirety! This was a blast to work on, so I hope you enjoy it as well. :)
Here's a little snippet of the fic, but you can read the rest on AO3 through the link below:
The ordeal started with no fanfare whatsoever. They were maybe ten minutes into the second leg of the hike. Chris was beginning to huff and puff again, but Sam barely noticed this time. Last night’s rain had made the moss as slippery as ice on the smooth rocks peppering this part of the trail, and footing was more treacherous than usual. Her visual check-ups on Chris grew more frequent, as she trusted his ability not to fall on his ass considerably less than she trusted her own. But by liberally stabbing the ground with his walking stick and putting all of his weight on it, he was actually managing fairly well.
Until they got to a part of the trail that sloped steeply downward. Sam was focused on finding the next trustworthy rock to step on, when she heard an unassuming squeak followed by Chris’ breathless voice softly going, “Whoop!” That was it. That was Sam's only indication that something had gone wrong, but her spidey-sense was going off hard enough to make her turn around and see what happened.Â
The last thing she expected to find was nothing.Â
Literally nothing.Â
Chris was gone.Â
Merry Christmas, @blitztheinkling! I'm your Secret Santa. I'm one of the slackers who needed an extention, mostly because your gift has ended up running approximately double the minimum word count. Sorry!
Far be it from me to leave you empty-handed on posting day, though! Your gift is a fic containing some budding Chris/Sam, inspired by your headcanon, which I love, that Sam often takes Chris hiking in order to get him outside. This is their first time hiking together, and it goes... interestingly. Here's a sneak preview of what's to come.
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"The ordeal started with no fanfare whatsoever. They were maybe ten minutes into the second leg of the hike. Chris was beginning to huff and puff again, but Sam barely noticed this time. Last night’s rain had made the moss as slippery as ice on the smooth rocks peppering this part of the trail. Footing was more treacherous than usual. Her visual check-ups on Chris grew more frequent, as she trusted his ability not to fall on his ass considerably less than she trusted her own. But by liberally stabbing the ground with his walking stick and putting all of his weight on it, he was actually managing fairly well.
Until they got to a part of the trail that sloped steeply downward. Sam was focused on finding the next trustworthy rock to step on, when she heard an unassuming squeak followed by Chris’ breathless voice softly going, “Whoop!” That was it. That was Sam's only indication that something had gone wrong, but her spidey-sense was going off hard enough to make her turn around and see what happened.Â
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hello, i made a submission to @untildawn-secretsanta this year for @chris-hartley ! i chose to work with their favorite ships of chrashley/climing chrash and make a fluffy introspective piece :)
enjoy, and happy holidays, everyone!
everything i want (over brooklyn bridge)
Summary:
“Well, if you keep up this quilting thing, I want to reap the benefits. Have a full quilt on my desk by noon Monday morning if you want to keep your job, Brown.”
She giggles. “I’ll make one big enough for the couch! Big enough for the three of us.”
or,
Chris Hartley longs for the old normal and considers the new normal. And they all learn how to quilt.