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carryonafi · 7 months ago

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hi my sweet baby angel— been thinkin about fonda!luke a lot recently… was wondering if you could write a little cute/smutty ‘i’m so fuckin proud of you’ blurb that takes place after his ono? do whatever you want with it, i know you’ll do great bby <3

only the brave.

luke hemmings x reader; SMUT!!!🔞

a/n: HELLO finally getting to some requests! starting with one from my dear souperbloom 😋 she’s already gotten a few little snippets but shh we don’t talk about that. ANYWAY here’s only the brave featuring fonda night 1 lukey pookie :3

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Luke was always in his element when he performed, but it was always surrounded by the others that he shone. Knowing him, you would have never thought he could have done this on his own. Not that you didn’t have the faith, but it was how often he spoke about feeling alone when he wasn’t standing by his best friends.You were currently standing backstage with him, in the dressing room before his first ever solo show with a full house of guests and the next night hopefully bound to be a wonderful repeat due to the unexpected high demand of the first night.

“How do you feel?” You said softly, the room silent other than the outside noises of the crew moving around the pre-show playlist in the background.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Luke sighed, tipping his head back against the door, he did look sort of pale, but he usually seemed that way.

The look on his face softened a bit once you reached out to take his hands.

“You’ll be okay… do your vocal warmups. That helps doesn’t it?” A weak suggestion, but it was a thoughtful attempt that made Luke crack a smile.

“I dunno.” He admitted, his expression turning back to normal once he really started to think again. You could understand how he felt, knowing him for years and seeing how much stage anxiety he went through even with the others around.

“They’re gonna be watching too, y’know? All you have to do is look up at the balcony.” As much as you tried to make him feel better, you knew that nothing would truly ease him. The thought of looking up to see you and his best friends made him feel a little bit better for the moment, that was until a crew member shouted for call time. Luke’s face dropped again.

“You’re going to be amazing, okay? You always are.” You offered a weak smile, getting one back as Luke leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

He looked like he was about to say something in reply, but instead, he bit his tongue and took the encouragement instead of plaguing it with his doubts. “Thank you.” He said gratefully, leading you out of the dressing room and parting ways once he got to the wings and you left to join the crowd.

The lights went down and the last song on the playlist ended, you took a deep breath suddenly feeling anxious for Luke now as well — but as you said. He was always amazing.

Security walked you up to the balcony, a few stray fans at the back of the general admission floor whispered to themselves and happily waved as you walked by and made your way up to where the others were standing. Michael turned around as he felt your presence join them, giving you a look through the darkness.

“He’s okay?” He asked, seemingly responding to the anxiety taking over your entire expression.

“He should be, just nervous to be up there without you guys.” You gave him the simplest answer possible, knowing how it described the last hour or so of sitting in the dressing room and trying to talk Luke down from walking straight back out to the car… or throwing up. He was very close to both of those scenarios.

—

Just as you told him, all of that encouragement and gentle words to get his hopes up, he played a really good show and seemed to be feeling incredible by the end of it. You left the rest of Luke’s friends just at the end of the last song so you could meet him backstage, and it was the best decision you could’ve made. It was obvious that he needed to see you after that.

He picked up his head once he tossed his last pick into the crowd and headed backstage, a smile gracing his features illuminated by the few and far bright lights in the otherwise dark venue. It was too hard to resist the temptation to smile as well, rushing forward and throwing yourself into his arms.

“See, you did amazing!” You squealed happily against his shoulder, Luke’s heart was racing and you could feel it relax significantly as you stood there and held him for a moment. He breathed out a long sigh of relief, nearly tearing his in-ears out with one hand while the other snaked around your waist to hold you tight. He needed this. He needed nothing more than your arms enveloping his physical worries and making him feel like he just won the Olympics.

“Thank you… Thank you so much.” Luke whispered against your hair, pressing repeated kisses to the side of your head and not stopping even when you tilted your head to look at him. Instead he just went with it, kissing your face until he finally reached your lips. He teased a little, kissing the corner of your mouth which had you giggling and grabbing his cheeks so he couldn’t move. You planted an aggressively loving kiss to his lips, the sensation of his growing smile making it hard to hold it.

“I’m very proud of you, so fuckin’ proud of you, Luke.” You replied in that same tone he used earlier, a wider grin spreading across Luke’s face as he started to walk you backwards towards the dressing room again.

“Don’t think I could’ve done it without you.” He muttered like it was a secret, quickly pecking your lips once more with his hands splayed out on your back so you didn’t walk into anything.

“Bullshit.” You scrunched up your nose, Luke shook his head then turned you around.

“No, no. I definitely couldn’t have.” He played back despite your protest, leading you into the small room and closing the door.

You sat on one side of the small sofa while Luke shed himself of his gear and slipped off his suit jacket which left him in the matching brown vest, your eyes roamed, scanned each little part of his body. His wrists shoulder blades flexing as he tried to rid the exhaustion of performing which was mostly masked by adrenaline. Luke saw you in the mirror, smiling back at you as a simple wave of your hand gestured for him to come closer. He didn’t let a beat go by, he obeyed and slowly approached you.

“Wanna go back home, or sit and decompress for a while?” You asked, placing your legs in his lap and playing with his sweaty curls.

“Mm, decompress. Don’t wanna move.” He hummed, an arm curling under your thighs and pulling you closer to him. Even past the warmth and exertion, he needed to feel you. Your warmth.

The dressing room was quiet, peaceful as Luke came down and basked in his glory of a first solo performance. Usually, there would be some sort of music playing, 3 other guys messing around and celebrating yet another amazing night… but it was just Luke. You and Luke.

“I’m proud of you.” You repeated, catching Luke’s attention away from the loose thread in your outfit. His lips quirked into a crooked smile, the smile that made the high points of his cheeks glow with joy. He thought for a moment before nodding, gently squeezing your thigh.

“I’m proud of me, too.” Luke agreed, the glitter smeared across his eyelids had managed to spread on his face. You reached forward to brush some away, but he took this opportunity to catch your waiting lips in another soft kiss.

Your hand moved slowly on his cheek, fingertips catching the underside of his jaw and keeping him close for just a fleeting second more. Until your lips broke apart, it wasn’t known who did it, but all you knew was that Luke was leaning in for more. His lips were forced against yours again with much more, newfound fervor as his free arm hooked around your middle.

It was nearly silent from there on, just gentle kissing and featherlight touches which spoke more volume than any rough make out session, any bedroom session — the adrenaline pumping through Luke’s veins and the events of the night had him on a high.

“C’mere…” He murmured against your kiss-swollen lips, a pout on his own as he hoisted you into his lap and nearly forced you to straddle him.

“Really?” You teased, letting out a breathy laugh as Luke licked his lips and admired his own hands exploring your body. Slipping into the waistband of your bottoms and watching the goosebumps form on your skin at his warmth.

“We’ve never done this after a show before, please?” He pleaded, looking up at you through mascara coated eyelashes which pushed you to give into him.

“As long as you can make it quick.” You hushed in response, just as Luke’s hands disappeared under your skirt and delicately brushed the soft skin of your inner thighs. He nodded, slowly taking his hands off of you to unbutton those annoying, high waisted slacks that he had really been obsessed with. They were hard to shuffle down with you in his lap, so you decided to help him out by lifting your hips a little.

“Made it easy by wearing that..” Luke gave as an affectionate note, making it clear that the skirt was a good option— a great option.

“Easy access?” You grinned, his pupils dilating at the sight of your underwear slowly slipping down your legs and leaving the underneath to his imagination beneath the skirt, Luke hummed in agreement, his hands returning to spread themselves across your hips and bring you even closer. It was barely possible.

“You’re annoying.” He whispered, his eyes turning soft and desperate as your hips came into contact.

“What? How so?” You gasped, tone full of mirth as you witnessed Luke slowly losing control over being so close to you. Every single time, without fail he was always going to get to that breaking point of desperation and you loved it.

“You jus’ have to look so pretty all the time, it’s annoying — I gotta hold it all in.” Luke replied, moving forward to bury his face in your neck and leave needy, wet kisses on your skin. “Have t’ share you with everyone… they all look at you, baby.” He rambled into your neck, lips and tongue dragging over your skin in a soft haste to get to his favorite parts of you. Luke ended his trail of destruction with one gentle kiss to your chest, right above the center where he rested his curly little head in defeat. Defeat of falling victim to you.

“Don’t have to share me with anyone, silly boy.” You laughed, hands carding through his hair and massaging his dark roots. “I’m all yours.” You said gently, careful of Luke’s fragile mind where he often struggled.

However, you were caught off guard by the switch he took. Luke peeked his head up, pushing up into your hands like he was a puppy desperate for love, but slipped himself inside you in one flawless motion. It left you breathless, Luke beaming with satisfaction as you took him.

“All mine?” He breathed, ring-clad fingers tightening on your hips and indenting the flesh beneath his hands. All that came out of you was a weak sigh of pleasure, coaxing you to sink down further and devour inch by inch. Luke was waiting for an answer, so you nodded and hummed appreciatively which seemed to be more than enough for him. His hips slowly started to move, leaning back against the couch to watch the obscenity before him. Anyone could walk into this dressing room, anyone could see you perched on his lap and know within seconds what was going on under the fluff of your skirt. Just the sounds you were making with each caring and generous roll of his hips had him imagining the scenarios of someone hearing you. It was a low chance, but hell, was it daunting.

“So.. So goddamn proud.” You looked down at Luke, admiring how he had reached and let one button on his vest go to expose more of his chest.

“Uh huh, you’re proud?” He raised his eyebrows, the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing picked up driving you both just a little more crazy for each other.

The simplicity of your nod made Luke smile, knowing that he had taken your words away and left you so focused on the rhythm he had pumping in and out of you. But he was close too, losing control but not nearly as weak as you.

“Luke!” You gasped when his pace changed, he was now focused on chasing his own pleasure once he was secure in the fact that you would be finishing before him. This made it all come crashing down, little pulses and shocks through your nerves, thighs twitching as you clamped down hard and bit your knuckles to keep yourself quiet.

“Hey…” Luke breathed, taking your hand away from your mouth as your orgasm smoothly washed over you. “Don’t hurt my girl.” He gave you a crooked half-smile, his hips stuttering which told that he was there. Right there, letting out that deep groan and leaning forward to press his face against your collarbone as he pumped deep inside you, His curls tickled your neck, slicked with sweat from the activities within the humid dressing room.

It was about two minutes until you each didn’t feel like jello anymore, you felt a smile of post-orgasm bliss creeping up on you which turned into giggles.

“Fuckin’ love you so much.” You sighed dreamily, tangling a hand in Luke’s hair and gently coaxing him to look up at you. The glitter from his eyes was now on your neck, and somehow his nose— you examined his flushed face with care and graced a loving peck to his nose.

“Love you more.” Luke barely managed past his own smile, waiting a few more moments to spare the gentle touches and soft kisses from you. It felt like so long until he could finally get you home… but home was just half an hour away, more of those kisses in a much better environment were waiting for him. “This was a really great reward,” he mumbled, shy like some schoolboy.

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled, mindlessly fixing the buttons of his vest and watching as he returned to picking at some loose thread on your top. Luke nodded, giving you the loving eyes shielded by his impressively long eyelashes. “Imagine what kind of reward you’ll get when you finish a solo tour.”

“I can’t even begin.” Luke grinned back, hoisting you up from the couch once you were all situated and ready to face as many people as you possibly needed to. Hopefully not a lot, if Luke was counting right. Security, staff, driver…

“There’s fans waiting out back, wanna go see them?” You suggested, grasping Luke’s hand as you headed out of the venue and strides hastily through the backstage halls. You knew what Luke’s answer was going to be, the hesitance to go back and show his fans some appreciation would be the nice thing to do. However, tomorrow was another show. They could wait and have some hope for him until the next night.

“Nah, just wanna go home.” He admitted, blinking down at you in the dim light to adjust and focus clearly on your face. You were now also covered in his glitter, and it was truly a sight for him. One that he would be sad to wash off at home, but maybe there was more in it for him if he was extra gentle with your cleanser.

#5sos fanfic #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #michael clifford #5sos smut #5sos x reader #5sos one shot #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings smut

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brotherwtf · 7 months ago

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Cherry Coke and Silver Bullets has me intrigued!!

that fic is my trophy wife/criminal clegan au that I'm cooking up with @butdaddyilovehim99!

here's a little snippet from it!

The target is the Louvre and surrounding museums. They plan to steal several pieces of art and sculpture from said museums, thus the “biggest job yet” title. The plan is to hit the museums during Paris Fashion Week, where the public eye will be cast away from the museums and dazzled by the light of models and clothes. The opening of fashion week starts with a massive gala at the Louvre, only specific guests are allowed to attend and it’s heavily guarded. “That is where you three come in. Croz, Rosie, and Buck will be guests at the Gala, providing us with an in so we can enter the building without arousing suspicion,” Douglass says, pointing to the three on the couch. Gale shifts uneasily against John and looks at him nervously. John smiles back at him, nodding back to Douglass. “You’ll be going undercover as models and fashion designers. Once inside, you’ll each distract the security guards so that Bubbles and Curt can break down the security defenses. Your job is to be eye candy and keep the big wigs distracted until we can black out the place. After that, your job is done. Just get back to the getaway van and be ready to drive.” Douglass says a smirk on his face. Croz and Rosie look at each other before looking excitedly back at Gale. He shakes his head in disbelief and turns to look at John. He squeezes his shoulder in comfort and nods. Gale smiles, dropping his head in disbelief. “Count us in,” Gale says, smiling up at Douglass who pumps his fist into the air. John shouts ecstatically, kissing Gale on the lips with an obnoxious ‘mwah’ and pulling him in for a hug. “You’re gonna be the one to help us pull this off, I know it. And I promise, Gale, after this we will be lounging in cash for the rest of our lives, without a care in the world,” John says. Gale smiles fondly and leans back against the couch in John’s grasp. He’s nervous, but it bubbles into excitement as Douglass continues with the plan. Know he maybe, maybe, understands why John does it. The thrill of it all, Gale could get drunk off of the feeling.

super excited to show this to you guys once it's done! I'm having a lot of fun writing it lol

#mota #clegan #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven

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bitbybitwrites · 7 months ago

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Ugh - life is so crazy, got to this really late. Sorry!

Thanks for tagging me in this and past six /seven/several sentence sundays and WIP Wednesdays that I've missed!:

@porcelainmortal, @alasse9 @sheepywritesfics @softboynick @forabeatofadrum

@daisyishedwig @sophie1973 @taste-thewaste @14carrotghoul @wordsofhoneydew

If I forgot anyone, I apologize!

****

What's been up with writing:

Well I recently posted my latest chapter in my Klaine fic, If I Can Make Your Heart My Home. I have quite a few writing asks to tackle (I'll get to them, I promise) and my immensely large WIP list . . .

But of course, because I'm a sucker for punishment, I started, what I am jokingly referring to as - one prompt, 2 ships 😂.

Basically saw a writing prompt on Tumblr and loved the idea so much I could see it fit in both for Klaine and FirstPrince.

So I started writing something for both because my brain won't let it go.

Both stories are fantasy AUs, each with a little "saving someone from a dragon" element aspect to it - we'll see where they go.

Pardon the silly fire themed titles - thought they went well with the dragon aspect of the story 😂

Really rough snippets are below:

baby won't you light my fire - Klaine WIP

“I’m not sure I understand, Sir, “ Blaine said, as he shifted uncomfortably in the heat of the summer sun, his leather jerkin feeling a bit stiff and uncomfortable. The sword strapped to his side grew heavy after his long journey from Westerville.

Perhaps it was just the fatigue. Perhaps it was his lack of a morning meal, thanks to him leaving at the crack of dawn to avoid his brother Cooper’s incessant questions about his latest quest. Whatever the reason was, Blaine unable to focus on the words coming out of the other man’s mouth.

Burt sighed as he pushed his cloth cap from his head, rubbing his forehead. “Perhaps it’s best I show you son.”

The blacksmith paused first to call out to dark innards of the forge. “Finn!” He shouted “Finn!”

A tall, lanky young man emerged, a leather apron wrapped around his frame and a smear of soot across his forehead. He removed a pair of thick gloves, also leather, from his hands as he squinted in the bright sunlight, spying Burt and giving him a bright smile. “Yes, Burt?” He asked.

Burt nodded towards Blaine. “This is Blaine. He’s here to help your brother.”

For a moment, the younger blacksmith looked puzzled. Then after noticing the sword at his belt, the furrow on his brow smoothed.

“OH . . .” Finn’s eyes lit up with understanding, and then softened a bit with sympathy just a moment later. “I’m glad. Don’t let Kurt intimidate you. He’s got a . . um . . strong personality.”

Blaine nodded. “I’ve had to rescue many a temperamental damsel in distress,” he confided, thinking back to Lady Kitty and the Baroness Sugar de Motta. Those quests were nothing but headaches. He tolerated it for the pay though. “I think I should be fine.”

Finn’s eyes shifted from Burt to Blaine. “Yes . . .” he said, appearing as if he was unsure how much farther to explain. “Well, Kurt’s situation might be a bit different that any other ladies in ivory towers that needed saving,” the young blacksmith told Blaine cryptically.

“Well,” Burt said, as he coughed and nodded, looking about nervously. “I think we should get going before nightfall. Tell your mother I may be home later for dinner.”

Finn nodded as he held out his hand to the visitor. “Um . . .good luck, I guess,” Finn said. “Safe travels and . . uh,” Finn straightened, puffing out his chest and lifting his chin. “You make sure to treat my brother right, or you’ll have to deal with me.”

Blaine stared up wordlessly at Finn, clueless as to what he was trying to convey.

Burt snorted in the background. “Finn,” he gently chastised his step-son. “I think Kurt can take care of himself . . don’t you?”

“But I’m still the older brother . . .”

“Kurt is older than you.”

“Bigger brother then . . .“

With a chuckle, Burt gave his step son a look. Finn begrudgingly sighed, his shoulders deflating a bit as he gave in.

“Fine . . .” Finn still tried to give Blaine an intimidating glare. “Just, be nice to Kurt, ok?” he asked. “He’s been through a lot lately.”

Blaine nodded at the puzzling request. “I promise.”

*****

2.) burn baby burn - FirstPrince WIP

“I think you’re crazy.”

Alex snorted as he shoved a few more items into his rucksack “You would," he countered.

His best friend rolled over from her position lying down. Her gilt embroidered slippers glinted in the early morning sun as she waggled her toes while she perched precariously on the bed. Her head hung over the edge and her dark curls reached downwards toward the floor. Nora continued watching him pack, with a smirk on her face.

“Only you, Alejandro, would accept this sort of one-man-needed, dangerous, save-a-damsel-in-distress type of job”. she said, still very amused. "Just face it, you’re hoping the princess is pretty and you might get a roll in the royal bedsheets before accepting payments and heading off on your way.”

A soiled shirt flew across the room and hit Nora squarely in the face.

Alex sighed. “We are not discussing my love life right now. I have to prepare for this job.”

“What love life?” Nora teased.

“Lalalallalalalalala . . .” June sang loudly as she entered, her hands full of items. “No talking about my little brother’s love life. Don’t want to know the details.”

“You sure, because there was that one time . . “ Alex began as he smirked.

June let out an exasperated sound and tossed the armful of items at her brother. He quickly cursed, dropped what he was holding to attempt to catch everything hurtling his way. What items he failed to grasp floated in the air before him. June’s eyes twinkled as she wiggled her fingers causing them to dance around her brother’s head, inches out of his reach, occasionally making one or two dip down and smack him in the skull.

Nora cackled as she watched the siblings from her upside down position.

“Why on earth do I need all this , Bug?” Alex said exasperated, trying to jump up to catch a floating bundle of herbs, but failing to reach it miserably.

“Because you can’t go in and face a dragon by yourself (which is INSANE) . . “

“Told him that already!” chirped Nora

“ . . And not have some magic in your pocket. Since you won’t take me with you, I'm stocking you up on herbs and crystals.” June said firmly.

With a few swift waves of her hands all the items bounced into the air into a open bag of holding that dangled between her fingers. After peering inside, June sniffed, contented that it was ready. She tied the drawstrings of the velvet pouch shut and held it out to her younger sibling who took it reluctantly.

It wasn't that Alex had anything against magic. But he was a more of a practical, hands-on swordsman for hire. Steel blades, arrows, maces . . working with any sort of weaponry was his forte, along with being devastatingly handsome and charming, the combination of the all of that usually was all that he needed to get the job done.

Magic had its own place, he figured. And he'd do anything to placate his sister's worries. So he tossed what he often referred to as June's "bag of rocks and weeds" into his rucksack.

“I’m not sending you out there unprepared, Lil Bit. I’d like for you to come back in one piece . . .“ June continued as she began weaving a spell to ensure his traveling cloak would be impervious to weather.

“And sexually satisfied . . “ crowed Nora.

June groaned, stopping mid way through her motions. “Did I not say I didn’t want to hear anything about that.”

*****

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@sarkyblueeyes @blueeyedgrlwrites , @gleefulpoppet and an OPEN TAG for anyone else who sees this.

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tiltingheartand · 4 months ago

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i NEED to know more about i feel your warmth and it feels like home. please

i promise i did not forget about you! i was just. drowning in other things.

so! (here is the first time i talked about this one, btw.) this is my breaking up/making up fic, as i said, and … honestly probably the only one i’ll write? normally i don’t really write that type of fic, but i read a fic months ago (that i have, of course, since lost track of) where buck took “i don’t think you’re ready” a little differently, and then he and tommy bump into each other a few months later in a bar somewhere.

and then a scene popped into my head of tommy, who’d broken up with buck like a year and a half before because he was moving, bumping into buck at a bar, and it ended up evolving into whatever this fic is going to be. originally it was just that, but as i was figuring it out (by which i mean spamming @wilddragonflying on discord) i realized i needed a scene before that, of them the day tommy leaves, and probably a scene after that, of them the day tommy comes back to LA permanently. i think i might have an idea for this middle part now, too. fingers crossed.

and! snippet! (once again: i promise this has a happy ending.)

(“It’s your dream job,” Buck had said, over and over.

“It’s in Boston,” Tommy had responded, over and over.

“You have to take it,” Buck had said. “You’ll always wonder if you don’t. You’ll start resenting me if you don’t.”

“I could never resent you,” Tommy had said.)

(“I can come with you,” Buck had said, enough times he’d lost count.

“Your whole life is here, Evan,” Tommy had said, with occasional variations – your whole family, usually.

“So we’ll be long-distance, then,” Buck had tried. And tried. And tried.

“Evan,” Tommy had said, and the love he’d said it with had never lessened, no matter how many times he said it.)

(And none of it mattered, because it all boiled down to this: Tommy’s dream job was in Boston, and Buck wouldn’t let him not take it. Buck’s whole life was in LA, and Tommy wouldn’t let him leave. And Tommy flat-out refused to do the long-distance thing.

Days of talking – weeks of talking, fighting, occasional crying and shouting – and it all boiled down to that. And all the love in Buck’s heart for this man, the love that he had so much of he sometimes felt like he couldn’t even hold it all in, just … wasn’t enough.)

(ask me about any of my WIPs, if you’d like!)

#asks answered #tag game #ask meme #911 #bucktommy

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naavispider · 11 months ago

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Hi, I love all your Avatar Fics. Can we get a snippet of the next Chapter of Oh No?

Aw thank you! 🥰 It sucks so bad that I don't have as much time to write these days, but I'm still chipping away! I'm focusing mainly on Merciless, of which the next chapter should probably post tomorrow 😁 I haven't written for Oh No in a while but I do have ideas laid out for the next part... Here is the beginning of the next chapter 💞

“You’re not stupid. You’ve seen how remote this place is. You’re not getting anywhere by trying to escape again. It’s an hour’s drive to the nearest town. No one lives within a twenty mile radius. So if you do decide to act out again, know that it will only end one of two ways. If you’re lucky, we’ll find you and rescue you before you die of exposure. If not…” Quaritch’s voice trailed off and Spider heard the unspoken message as loudly as if he’d shouted it.

“So what?” he asked in what he hoped was a level voice. “You’re just gonna keep me here forever? Why? What's the point?”

Quaritch’s eyes roved over Spider’s face. It could have been the lighting, but Spider was sure something changed behind the man’s eyes. Quaritch considered himself before taking a deep breath.

“We’re family,” he said.

The words took him aback.

Spider never had a family. Not until the Sullys. And this monster had come and ripped it all away. He shook his head disbelievingly. The man was insane. How could he communicate with a madman?

He spoke slowly, considering every word in case it earned him a beating. “I can accept that you contributed genes to my existence. I know that. Maybe you even loved my mom. But you are not a father.”

He was scared to watch Quaritch’s reaction. The man was so volatile he had no idea what was going to happen. What he didn’t expect however, was for his kidnapper to stand and clear Spider's plate for him without a hint of anger. There was a mixture of regret and maybe frustration behind Quaritch’s softened eyes, but nothing that signalled an imminent outburst.

“Of course you feel that way now.” He spoke without looking at him, passing the dirty dishes to Mansk for washing up. Then he busied himself making coffee. “I’ve never had a chance to show you. But that’s all changing. You’re with me now. And you’ll soon start to understand. I can’t blame you for this reaction.”

#miles spider socorro #recom quaritch #atwow modern au #my stuff: oh no #writing snippets #writing updates #avatar the way of water fanfic #atwow

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martyr-19 · 7 months ago

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{"guardian_login": "Martyr-19" [”ghost”: “Prophet”]}

{“id": "0430"}

{"title": "Bio:Lillian"}

{"type": "bioshare"}

{"created": "####-##-##”}

{“updated”: “####-##-##”}

4/6

Snippets of Lillian’s Guardian profile—

LILLIAN

{“guardian": "Lillian"}

{“ghost": "Casper"}

{“status”}} > deceased

{“stationed”}} > {“body-recovery”}} > [recovered] > {“ghost-recovery”}} > [located]

> [warlock, awoken]

First Vanguard Note>>

[####-##-##] > IR “Shows immense potential in the use of ark Light, but she lacks the confidence and follow through to properly employ it in the heat of battle. She must overcome her hesitation.”

Last Vanguard Note {Prior to Guardians Final Death}>>

[####-##-##] > IR “I will be approving her request for relocation to the Vanguard's research division within the EDZ.”

Fireteam {1} Insight>>

[####-##- ##-] {“year 1”}

{B}} Just wish she’d fight more and stop trying to educate me on why I shouldn’t put the mystery plant in my mouth.

{V1}} What a shame she isn’t a Titan! All that power must be put to use!

{S3}} Powerful ark Light. Excels in the backlines. Works best with a sniper rifle in her hands.

{K}} She’s a ray of sunshine— keeps us all together.

{M8}} Brilliant.

Fireteam {1} Insight>>

[####-##- ##-] {“year 2”}} “last recorded”

{B}} I actually really loved the cloak. Im sorry I didn’t wear it. The flowers were a sweet touch, not stupid.

{V1}} I hope you’re at peace. You’re missed. You’re loved. Always.

{S3}} I miss you. I miss you so much. You were the smartest, happiest person— there was so much for you still. You made the world brighter and filled it with more colour than I ever realized now that you’re gone. I’m sorry we argued before it happened. I’m sorry I never apologized. I’m sorry you’ll never see the end of the fighting. I’m sorry we’ll never start that garden. I love you.

{K}} I’ll be quicker next time.

{M8}} Your Light hasn’t stopped shining, Lilly. Not at all.

Latest Guardian Report>> “last”

{OverviewAccess}

{“attached-details”>hidden}

“Fireteam is going out to investigate the signal pinging from Nessus. It’s been thirteen days since the initial ping was received. Attempting to transcribe only comes up with static and a jumble of high frequency noises— it’s unlikely this is anything but Vex. The team is prepared to handle this operation and will exercise caution. I will report further later, once we have located the source.”

UPDATE>>

“Source seems to be a dormant Hydra. Nearly 15 feet tall— the biggest this fireteam has seen. We’ll do extra digging to make sure we’re not missing anything, then turn back and pass this to a more experienced group. We’re unprepared for dealing with this ourselves.”

There are no further reports made by Lillian.

Lillian and her Ghost met their final death on Nessus, [####-##-##].

The Guardians body was recovered within 30 days. Her Ghost remains in a fractured state across their final battlefield. While recently located, collection efforts are ongoing.

[Combining fireteam accounts]

Shortly after her updated report was logged, the fireteam were attacked by Vex. The Hydra soon became active. Each Guardian filed their own accounts, the most notable from the activation being:

{V1}} I do not know what happened. It was loud suddenly. Louder than the gunfire. Everyone was shouting. Then it got bright.

{S3}} She was too close. We couldn’t get to her in time.

{M8}} I heard the charge before I saw it. When I turned, Lillian was being hit and Keiran nearly ended up with her.

The death was described as sudden by every account.

From what I conclude, Lillian and her Ghost were caught in the first beam fired. Her Ghost destroyed near instantly and she herself [filtered] and [filtered]. Fireteam member Keiran was closest, writing that he tried to run for her the moment the Vex started warming up to fire. In his words, “Nobody had noticed, and I wasn’t fast enough.”

Lillian and Martyr-19’s last recorded correspondence took place on [####-##-##]. One day before she was killed:

>>{Lillian[warlock, awoken]}

“I’m just saying that you should consider transferring out too. At least one day. Why should our entire lives revolve around this? There’s more than that! I want to learn, that’s how I can play a part.

Maybe one day it won’t be for the Vanguard, and instead it’ll be for me! Learning everything I can about flora, fauna, and planets from around the galaxy— it’s a dream. You need one too. Everyone around here does. Nobody seems to remember we’re humanity, not just fighting for it.

The fight won’t last forever. I know I’m nowhere near the first to say it.

Every war ends. You need something or someone besides your Ghost that keeps you going when the dust settles. We’re just guns otherwise.

Those drawings you do— ever thought about painting?

Start there!

Find something. Grow. Change. Love.

It’s human!! <3

I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow, busy day!

Didn’t mean to get all profound. It’s been a long week.”

Many forgot Martyr’s existence as he locked so tightly to himself, that part is accurate. His fireteam, however, cared for him deeply. Lillian expressed such the most.

He cared for them too.

His loneliness did not have to persist, but he was afraid. I did not know what to do, so how could he? I do not blame him. From every old exchange I’ve read, neither did they.

#{Log Follows True Destiny Timeline}#destiny the game #destiny 2 #destiny ghost #destiny guardians #destiny oc #destiny awoken #destiny warlock #martyr-19

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 1 year ago

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Okay, for the WIP game, with a list like that, you know I have to ask about "Hand Porn" or "Nude Dude Food" :D

lol of course you do.

“Hand porn” is meant to fill a prompt I took for the 2020 Everlark Fic Exchange ( @everlarkficexchange ) and the prompt is fairly self explanatory:

Hand Porn - looking, breathlessly touching, reading the story told by the calluses, the scars, the strength, while admiring all they’ve done, appreciating all they do, anticipating everything they will do for love - sensitive, expressive, powerful, creative, protective, sensual hand porn.

Right now, all I have is a list of scenes or vignettes to include. Some would be sexual but about 95% are not. I haven’t started writing it, unfortunately. My intention is to write a kind of lyrical prose/prose poem but we’ll see how that goes.

As for “Nude Dude Food,” I have to credit this idea to my fabulous beta reader, buttercupbadass, who sent me a link to a restaurant/catering service she’d heard about and weeeelll…

“Maybe not, but most of our customers say they learn something wonderful that gets them started cooking more complex dishes. Some have called the experience… an awakening of their palate.”

Annie sighs. “I hope so.”

And Katniss thinks that just maybe, in this case, it’s a good idea to have Finnick at the bachelorette party. Poor Mark. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, she thinks and hides her snort of laughter.

She takes a quick sip and smiles at the crisp, light flavor. Lets it roll over her tongue. Maybe this will be fun, after all, she thinks. She’s always into cooking good food. Always into eating good food. What’s in the drink? She takes another sip to identify it. A touch of basil, she thinks. And… lemon.

“Let me just tell my co-owner and baking specialist that we’re ready,” Finnick says and turns towards the door leading up from the old servants’ entrance. “Oh good. I don’t have to shout at you.”

Katniss looks up and nearly spits out her drink as another attractive chef walks into the kitchen, toting a crate labeled Everdeen’s Ever Greens. He doesn’t spot her right away, and she curses under her breath, hides behind Leevy and her glass. But she’s still able to see his bright blue eyes, his ashy blond hair falling in waves over his forehead, his broad shoulders and that chiseled jawline she looks forward to seeing every morning and has thought about licking on more than one lonely night.

“My partner in cooking, Peeta, ladies.” Peeta waves and greets them. “If you’ll give us a moment to prepare,” Finnick says and the girls around her all start twittering quietly. Even Mags sets a pair of massive glasses on her nose to see better as the two men strip off their shirts. Katniss chokes on her own tongue as the name sinks in. Nude Dude Food. NDF.

If it’s not obvious from this snippet, Katniss and Peeta already know each other before this naked men cooking for catered event happens lol.

Thanks for the ask! ❤️

#WIP file game #nude dude food #wahahahahaha #pookieh #look at that ask

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gothic-lottie · 2 months ago

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Thanks for the tag @myokk !

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

Here's a bit I'm working on from the start of Isobel's seventh year, when Isobel and Natty's favorite first year is starting school. Hello Archie Bickle!

I did just write this bit so it's very subject to editing.

Isobel Morgana, The Hogwarts Express

After tolerating an hour of Natty and I debating whether he would be a Griffindor or a Slytherin, Archie decided to go change into his uniform, undoubtedly to avoid our argument, friendly as it may be. Only a couple minutes later, we heard shouting from the corridor. Ominis and I, having been reminded that we are in fact prefects, went running to break up whatever fight had broken out.

“Disgusting that they let this disease ridden, dimwit attend.”

“Leave him alone, he’s just recovering from being sick!”

“Oh, the murderous maniac’s son is going to help him?”

“Go away or my big sisters will make you regret it!” Now that was Archie… Already using his connections, I’m definitely winning the bet.

Ominis threw the door between us and the impending fight open and the corridor fell silent, students who weren’t involved but watching the altercation vanishing into compartments at the sight of two prefects.

“What is the meaning of this disruption?” He asked calmly but athoratatively

“I was just-”

“Bullying first years before the year has even begun?” I cut him off

“I’m sure you’ll have fun explaining to your peers and Professor Weasley why your house is off to an early disadvantage, twenty points from Griffindor.” Ominis added.

“But-”

“Leave or I’ll deliver on Archie’s promise.”

The boy scurried away then and I went to check on the first years. “Are you alright? What are your names?”

“I’m fine, the pox scars are just itchy… I’m Elphias Doge. Sorry for the trouble miss…”

“Isobel Sallow and this is my brother, Ominis Sallow. Slytherin seventh year prefects.”

“Sallow… I read about you in the paper, your name was Morgana before, right? The hero of Hogwarts!” The third boy, whose name I haden’t gotten yet exclaimed.

“Yes and you are?” As I turned my attention to the third boy, I could feel an odd type of pull… then I saw it, the faint shimmer of ancient magic that often built up when I hadn’t used it in a while was pulling toward this child.

“Albus Dumbledore, pleased to meet you”

What the hell does that mean?! Why is my magic behaving like that? He isn’t an ancient magic user like me, he’s starting as a first year. I’ll need to talk with Professor Rackham as soon as possible.

“Miss Sallow? Are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh, yes, come along. There’s an empty compartment near ours. You can sit there. Elphias, here.” I handed the sickly child two wiggenweld from my pocket. “I know a woman very talented in potions to alleviate skin ailments. I’ll introduce you at the school, alright?”

“Thank you so much miss, I hope I’m in your house so you can be my prefect.”

I smiled and laughed lightly. “The other prefects are lovely as well, I promise. Archie, would you like to stay with your new friends or sit with me and Natsai?”

“I’ll stay here.”

“Alright. See you later when you get sorted into Slytherin.”

Archie rolled his eyes and closed the compartment door in my face. I grinned and turned to walk back to our seats.

“I still don’t understand how none of us knew you and Natsai have been regularly babysitting for Mrs Bickle.” Ominis sighed.

“She’s a widow. Natty and I know plenty about that… Besides, Archie’s a good kid. Cunning and brave, it’s why we’ve been arguing over whose house he’ll be in.”

Let me know what house you think little Archie will end up in. I've already decided and you can't change my mind but I'd love to hear the arguments.

Tagging @ladyofsappho @superconductivebean and honesty, idk who else hasn't been tagged so… you, you who hasn't done this. Take this as your tag. I'm going back to sleep.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #isobel morgana #hogwarts legacy fanfic #archie bickle #natsai onai #ominis gaunt

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therealgchu · 8 months ago

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Snippet Sunday - Anamnesis: The Pilot

i started writing a new series in the Anamnesis stories. This will be a multi-chapter fic about how Sam became one of the best pilots in the Settled Systems.

i might create a new title graphic, but i haven't decided. i also haven't decided on a title of the story. so far, it's tentatively titled, The Pilot. but, it's a lot more than just about Sam learning to fly.

the first chapter takes place when he's 6 and going off-world for the first time.

for all of my other fics check them out here on ao3.

tagging the coemancer crew, and anyone else that has some art to share.

sneak peek

Sam thought for a moment, then asked, “How does the nav computer know how to do that?”

“You know that planets and moons and stars move, right? They always move the same path. The nav computer has all of that information.”

“But how does it do it?”

His father snorted, “Math, Son. You’d have to ask your mother if you want to know more about calculus. I never had much of a head for science.”

“OK, I will!” and he jumped down off his father’s lap.

“Sam! Sam! I wasn’t finished!” his dad called out as the boy scampered off to find his mother.

He found his mom in the galley putting away food for the trip. “Mom! How does cal… calcluess,” Sam’s mouth twisted as he tried to reproduce the unfamiliar word, “work? Dad said to ask you.”

His mother smiled and ruffled his wavy blond hair, “Did he now?” She laughed. “I think calculus is a bit beyond a six year old, even for one as bright as you. But, maybe I can give you an idea how it works.” Sam sat down at the galley table while his mother grabbed a pad of paper and a pen from the desk in the other hab.

In as simple of terms as possible, she tried to explain how math can predict movement. Sam, wide-eyed as ever, tried to understand what she was saying, but it was just too much for his six-year old brain to take in. This time. His mother saw his frustration and lack of understanding, and gave her son a hug. “It’s OK that you don’t understand. This is really hard math, especially for a six year old. You’ll figure it out later.”

“You mean when I’m eight?” he asked.

His mother nodded and smiled, “Sure, we can try again when you’re eight. You’re smart enough that you might even figure it out before then.”

Just then his father came in, “We’re all set, Grace. You and the boy should get strapped in. We have clearance to leave at any time.”

“Can I sit up with you in the cockpit, Dad?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know…” his dad started, reluctance written all over his face.

“Jacob, come on. It’s Sam’s first time off-world,” his mother coaxed. “How often can someone say that? It should be memorable.”

“It could be dangerous. You never know what’ll happen,” his father replied back.

“Jacob,” his mother said throatily, standing up and walking over to him. She gently touched his arm and smiled softly, “What’s the worst that could happen? He looks up to you so much. It would make him happy.”

Sam’s father looked at him, then looked at his mother, then sighed and smiled, “You know I’ll do anything when you look at me like that. Come on, son,” he beckoned Sam, “you can sit on my lap as we make the jump.”

“Yayyy!!” the little boy shouted as he hopped off the chair and ran back to the cockpit.

“No running on the ship, Sam!” his father reprimanded, which did nothing to slow down the rambunctious six year old.

Grace smiled again at Jacob and kissed him on his cheek. “Thank you. You made him very happy,” she said.

“Anything for you, darlin,” Jacob replied and kissed her. He turned and started to make his way back to the cockpit at a much more leisurely pace than his son. “Sam, don’t touch anything until I get there,” he admonished.

“I won’t!” the little boy shouted back.

#starfield #sam coe #fanfic #fanfiction #the coemancer crew #anamnesis #the pilot #starfield au #backstory #therealgchu writes #coemancers

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nerdalmighty · 8 months ago

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hi! i read your fic in one sitting and was bamboozled by how good, intuitive, and natural your writing is. i was therefore wondering if you work irl in the industry? in any case, thank you for blessing us with your writing.

Anon you have no idea how much this means to me!!! Thank you for taking the time to read and for sending me a message 🥰 I'm so glad you enjoyed my writing style! I know most fics are more descriptive and less dialogue heavy, but that's the kind of stuff I enjoy reading from time to time and it seems like others do too :) I'm also glad it sounds natural! You read the thing you've written a billion times and suddenly you're like "Oh wait, this actually sucks," so I'm glad that's not true 😅

As for my work in the industry, I'm still a little baby starting out and getting my foot in the door! It's the dream to eventually write on a show and eventually create my own show, but for now I'm chugging along on the production side of things! Everybody's gotta start somewhere 😊 I have a few pilots and specs (a script for a show that already exists to prove you can write in their style) and hopefully one day I'll get to expand on those!

Again, you are so sweet to send this message and I can't thank you enough!! It made my day!!!! Part 2 is coming soon, just waiting on my beta, and it should be up at some point next week!!! AH!!! I'M EXCITED!!!

If anyone is interested, I posted an 18+ Astarion x reader fic on my writing blog here. MDNI

I'm gonna use this opportunity to post a new snippet since I'm too excited lol - find it under the cut:

You were awoken some time later by a lick to the face.

You shut your eyes tighter and groaned. “Gross, Astarion, I’m trying to sleep.” You threw an arm over your eyes, the sun now directly overhead.

“Did you find them, boy?” A voice shouted from the distance.

Your eyes shot open and found Scratch panting above you, wagging his tail excitedly.

You sat up quickly and immediately leaned over to shake Astarion who appeared to be trancing soundly.

“Astarion,” you shook him anxiously.

He scowled, his eyes still closed. He groaned lowly.

“Astarion, my dear, my sweet, my beloved,” you shook him harder and his eyes opened immediately. He sat up, fast as lightning.

“What’s happening? Where’s my knife?” He looked around frantically until his eyes landed on you. “Ah,” he said, calming, “déjà vu.”

“They’re coming,” you hissed.

“Who?” Astarion narrowed his eyes, thoughts still foggy from his trance.

“No FUCKING way!” Came Karlach’s voice from the treeline.

You looked over and found her with an elated grin on her face and her hands on her knees. She started laughing loudly and you hid your face in your hands.

“You guys did NOT,” she wheezed.

“Hello Karlach,” Astarion’s voice sounded nonchalant beside you. “What brings you out to ruin our beauty sleep?”

“Did you find them?” Shadowheart soon emerged from the forest and stopped in her tracks. She surveyed the area and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Astarion, tell me you didn’t.”

“Did what, darling?” He sounded smug and you looked over at him. His expression matched his tone. “You’ll have to be more specific.” He rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I fucking knew this would happen,” Karlach said, coming down from her laughing fit. “Soldier’s had her eye on you for a while now, Fangs.”

“Karlach!” You whisper-shouted.

“Oh, I’m aware,” you felt Astarion turn his head to look at you.

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ladykailitha · 7 days ago

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Boy with a Bat 3 please!🙏

WIP Wednesday! Make me write.

Other asks here, here, here.

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Then the engine roared to life. “If you’ll open the door to let Wayne in, please?” he told Robin as he and Steve swapped seats.

Robin hurried to open the door and then slammed it closed behind him as Steve and the kids shouted at each other.

Then as Steve hit the accelerator, the owners finally cottoned on to the fact that their RV was being stolen and started banging on the door to be let in.

Dustin looked out the back window. “They look really pissed.”

“Well,” Robin said with a grimace, “it’s not every day that your house and car gets stolen at the same time.”

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #asks #ladykailtiha answers #wip wednesday

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somany-fandoms-solittle-time · 1 year ago

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“What’s so Special About the Moon?”

Jamil Viper x MC(insert character Mac)

(Ch. 1) – Ch. 2 – Ch. 3 – Ch. 4 – Next – Previous

This was originally supposed to be, like, a single chapter hurt/comfort before my OC (Mac) and Jamil as a song fic where they berate him and then sing a song referencing the moon… but then I had feelings and it’s becoming a more in depth character study between the two. Don’t worry! By the end of this mini series, there will be song lyrics and more sappiness… it’s just now that I’ve finished both Book 4 and Book 5, I need to reorganize the events and specific and whatnot. Some quick housekeeping as always: I tried to make Jamil to encompass both his dark & mysterious villain persona ALONG WITH him practically being a fucking child so that’s why I wrote him like *this* so yeah… I’m moving around the timeline so that Yuu/MC (aka Mac) has the weekend to GET THEIR SHIT TOGETHER LOL, Mac is about 19-20 (haven’t decided yet) and uses mixed pronouns as a heads up, Ch. 2 has a 1st draft written put still needs to be typed up and edited. If you see a typo NO YOU DIDN’T!!! This one of my first times trying a different writing doc that isn’t Google (cuz fuck Google) and it’s a little weird to get used to and edit stuff. It’s beta-d in the sense that licking the spatula while your mom bakes cookies and claiming that you helped… literally only a few paragraphs were checked over y’all.

Quick shout-out to @krenenbaker and @twst-beam for inspiring my writing thus far (and sorry for taking so long to post this lol!)

I’ll be releasing some type of overview of my OC eventually, but take these snippets as they go while I fall back in love with writing. You’ll meet Mac in full when xey are good and ready… anyway, please enjoy Chapter 1 of my new fanfiction, “What’s So Special About the Moon?”

“Here. You can use this one,” Jamil directed towards the plain (compared to the rest of the dorm) laundry… mat? There were several industrial sized washer and dryers, a couple moderate-sized one’s that would fit a regular apartment complex, and a long wall designated area for hand washed items. Jamil was keeping the door prompt open with his hips; his slight frown of concentration and the flick of his Magic Pen were the only signs of the current spell he had going. Turning around, MC was slightly surprised by the massive piles of fabric that was being corralled in via multiple a massive sheet tied to multiple brooms. They still couldn’t fully grasp the concept (and power) of magic and seeing it so casually performed on a day-to-day basis was kinda daunting.

“Thanks again for letting us use the space along with showing me how to properly clean all these fancy duds and whatnot.” the Ramshackle Perfect awkwardly trailed off. Their focus was split between stealing peaks at the Scarabia Vice Warden, not wanting to bother the already busy Sophomore, and surveying over the dusty, damaged antique pieces the two stripped from the halls of the previously abandoned dorm. Rugs, carpets, curtains, furniture covers (in varying state of disrepair) dulled of their once rich and vibrant color. The patterns were a mix of stuffy academia and the quiet comfort of a grandparents cottage living room. Both extravagant, yet understated. It’s a style lost to time, but not quite a revived ancient aesthetic.

At this point MC was fully lost in thought; they desperately needed to clean, fix, organize and decorate the dorm in preparation to host so many guests. Even with his limited memories, they had a feeling they’d never hear the end of it from his parents.

“Don’t worry about it much.” Jamil said, interrupting their musings. “Honestly, I’m doing this as much for myself as I am helping you.

With a flick of his wrist, Jamil organized the seemingly random crumbled piles of fabric by condition, color and use. His movements while cleaning were quick, smart, and efficient-- all while patiently showing Mac which order to start in along with the best way to clean them.

“Ya’ know…” MC broke the relative quietness between the two workers, “Even with everything thing that happened over break, I understand why Kalim still trusts you; I almost can believe that you’re not that bad of a guy.” Jamil gave xem a startled (and exasperated) look, but they continued before he could respond: “I fail to see how helping the person who ruined your ‘world domination’ plans—”

“They were hardly World Domination level!” He quickly snapped. His embarrassment led to him tugging his hood further down his face, teeth slightly clenched, and dilated eyes as MC continued listing all the ways he’s “helped” them out.

The magic-less Perfect laughed to themselves the more conflicting emotions flew across Jamil’s face. Eventually those same emotions were compressed behind a cold, smooth mask. Limestone slabs and stiff mud brick walls were swiftly constructed between the two working-class students. Something about it didn’t sit right with Mac.

“Hey I’m not saying what you pulled wasn’t a dick move! But you’re also not the first overly-traumatized teen boy I’ve had to deal with… and between what you’ve said about yourself, plus thing’s I’ve heard and seen, I’m starting to think you’re not nearly as complicated as you think you are.” The longer they argued *to* him, the more Jamil’s mask began to crack; there were a few holes in his walls he didn’t account for. Xe’s a tad more observant than I remember, but weirdly just as persistent, Jamil internally rolled his eyes.

“I could still change my mind and send you back to deal with the Pomefiore Wrath(tm),” He mumbled while gracefully lugging the newly cleaned (and damp) furniture coverings into an empty drier. Despite his harsh threat, MC still remembered him assuring the other this laundry room was only ever used by him after Kalim’s parties.

The large machines and larger working space was specifically added for the servant to clean and repair any decor or Asim Family Treasures when Kalim’s recklessness caused a larger mess than usual. This meant that Mac and Grim (who was originally supposed to be helping… where the hell was he anyway?) could do as many loads needed without worry. On top of the borrowed space, the Housewarden himself had cheerily has assured them, his Oasis Maker would replace all the water used ten times over!

Mac’s thoughts were interrupted once again as Jamil relented, “I told you, I’m doing this to help me.” After receiving an unconvinced eyebrow raise, Jamil began to explain, “Kalim might’ve announced us as equals but I still have a job to do. If he got sick while spending Allah knows how long in a dusty, dirty, shabby condemned building like Ramshackle I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“It’s not nearly that bad anymore!” the sole-human resident of said dorm argued, but was quickly shut up with a tired gesture towards the untouched loads of laundry left to be done.

“On top of that,” Jamil smirked “Even a common peasant like myself wouldn’t sleep in a rundown garbage heap if I can help it.” His smirk slowly slide off his face from his face as the insulted Perfect almost ripped the handful of soapy doilies, that they were previously scrubbing by hand, as xey prepared a retaliation.

“OK, first of all! This whole Inferior-Superior shtick isn’t going to prove your point. If I’m being totally honest, I’m pretty used to the bratty, arrogant attitude of teenagers by now (even if I wasn’t Leona is a thousand times worse).” They turned their full body to face the 2nd year boy before continuing the assault. “Secondly, even just doing the bare minimum would’ve been fine, considering I’ve slowly been deep cleaning them place room by room. This is just last minute cleaning considering I wasn’t expected to host six extra people in two days.”

The shock of Mac’s care and attention to detail couldn’t win over Jamil’s newfound freedom to be right… and sassy while doing it. “Keep in mind you wouldn’t be the only one having to deal with Vil. His expectations are much higher than my personal standards—”

“Getting there!” MC interrupted again. “It’s not like Vil and whoever else couldn’t magic things better or get things done over at Pomefiore.” However, their fire started to die down with their obvious lack of understanding of magic. Not that Xeir level of intellect ever stopped them from talking out of their ass during debates… even if this wasn’t exactly shaping up to be anything like Debate Club back home.

“Not the point!” Mac built back their steam after thoughtlessly shaking off any internal distractions. “Third of all,” Jamil groaned not-so-quietly, “third of all, you didn’t have to show me how to do it. Nor did you have to continue helping me. There’s only so much I could pay you back in favors and it’s not like you’ll make back the time and energy spent. You’re obviously a bit of a piece of shit but I don’t totally blame…”

Jamil suddenly gave Mac his full attention. He smoothed any emotional tells from his face and readied himself to actively dissect what ever left xeir mouth and any messages in between the lines. The silence prompted Mac to drip extra sincerity as they begin to ramble without thinking.

“… I get why you did what you did. You’re not totally forgiven, but it’s not like I’ll hold a grudge over you forever. Whenever I joke about Winter Break I thought you knew it was just that: a joke.”

The two stared at one another for a few beats. Jamil betrayed nothing that he was thinking, but Mac could practically feel the exasperation flooding off of him in great waves. The disbelief pushing and pulling off of him, despite remaining stone cold to zeir admission. So, of course, they continued with slight for fever:

“Yeah, okay, you held us all prisoner, enslaved via hypnosis your entire dorm, and nearly killed multiple students. Twice.” Mac cringed at their own blunt statement, “… But why would you go as far as you did, if you didn’t care! What your parents, and more specifically your culture, put you through wasn’t fair—but you obviously still love and cherish them!”

At this, he seemed to get even more guarded. It felt patronizing to be hold how he supposedly felt or why he should feel a specific way. They hadn’t been there. They hadn’t grown up as a Viper in the Desert, constantly reminded by Kalim’s Mirage of wealth what he could never have. They didn’t know the FIRST thing about the Scalding Sands—!

“… How do you know anything about my parents? Did Kalim--?!” He choked out infuriated at the mere implication.

“Relax Viper! It’s all in the Secret of The Ooze™”

“What?”

“Never mind…”

The usual absurdity of MC’s references (much to xeir chagrin that no one seemed to understand them) Jamil allowed himself a shadow of a smirk. Right about now they’d drop what they were saying and instead empathize with him over terrible bosses. They’d both fall back into a familiar pattern of quiet understanding while making playful small talk; maybe Xe’d make a remark over how “hellish” the desert temperature is and moan about being “a poor Northern forced into the sun” before dragging them both off to grab an abominably sweet drink that Kalim would still put sugar in. Xe had always been could at mediating with the other students at NCR.

However, they didn’t drop it. They continued to push him… especially when they realized that he expected the conversation to have ended and started to relax. Xey pushed and pushed and pushed. Finally, they had circled back to him rebelling from his status.

“What? You think I’d be Happier staying a lowly servant?! I’d rather cut my own tongue out than remain bending to Kalim’s will for the rest of my days.” He huffed, still not stopping his assault on the pile of laundry in front of him.

A frustrated sigh left Mac as Xey tried to get their point across, “THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M SAYING!… Obviously, you don’t love being forced into child labor or having to pretend to be something you’re not, but that doesn’t mean you’re totally being honest with yourself either. Rebelling adolescents often do a complete 180 of who they once presented as in an extreme action to feel validated.”

Jamil scoffed in indignation at the impromptu therapy session he’d been forced into.

“Just because you were forced to lie sometimes as ‘Servant Jamil’ doesn’t mean those memories or feelings weren’t authentic!”

“My Childhood, my Pride, my ENTIRE LIFE was stolen from me before I could even open my eyes, Mac! Who could cherish that sort of future?”

“I’m not disputing that! I’m not trying, in any way, to imply that what you went through didn’t fucking suck. But just because you’ve started saying the quiet part out loud doesn’t mean you’re being totally honest either. Switching one mask for another just means nothing has changed but your ability to bitch about-it to the kid you literally Grew Up With, Jamil.” A tired resignation was growing in their eyes as they headed to the end of xeir rant.

It was clear MC was starting to speak in circles and xey weren’t going to be able to get through to them. A heavy weight sunk deep in their chest, slowly sliding to xeir stomach the more he misunderstood the magic-less student. I saw him drown in the depths of his own helplessness and self-pity, but even after he’s been pulled out it’s like he can’t help but dive back in for a swim. It was a suffocating thought while Mac watched as Jamil once again went stone-faced… Like what he was about to say would be his final shield before walking away. It’s a shame that the Ramshackle Resident had become too used to throwing bombs over walls and blowing verbal shields to smithereens after months of being stuck in Twisted Wonderland.

“I’m not sugarcoating or bowing down to anyone anymore. I won’t bite my tongue. I won’t put on a Happy Face to Kalim’s idiotic, half-thought out ideas again. I’m slowly gaining my freedom, something you clearly don’t understand. Just because you’re as blind as he is doesn’t mean anything! What more could you want from me?!” He hissed his final insult before finally stepping away from his station. Not leaving the room, he aggressively got himself a cup of water from one of the sink and gulped the unfiltered water down.

“Just because you’re not hiding your bitter, knee-jerk reaction from an unfair world doesn’t mean you aren’t still hiding away and lying about your more vulnerable emotions.” Mac whispered in an emotionless tone. “Cutting a part of your past off and pretending it was never there is doing yourself a disservice and lying to those that still care about you… And there sure-as-shit isn’t much that I hate more than a Fucking Liar.”

. . . . . .

The lacy doilies sat in a sudsy basin, left forgotten as the two students stood a mere paces from each other—both maintaining an uncomfortably intense eye contact. The sloshing thump of the washers and stirring hum of driers harmonizing were the only song to accompany the two’s stare down. A short hiccup as Mac took a drawn out breath was the only reaction between the two of them. The combined heat of Scarabia’s sun (barely past 10am) and the humidity of continued use of machinery didn’t help the suffocating air in the wide laundry room. Not to mention the loud, stifling silence to boot.

MC usually held back such honest commentary (not that they weren’t blunt) unless Xe deemed it necessary: think high stakes and a sense of urgent drama. But something about Jamil and Kalim’s situation reminded them of himself. The two’s intertwined dance of class, history, loyalty and betrayal, friendship and loss, and such overwhelming guilt reminded the dimension hoping stranger of home. Whatever that meant.

But this was no time to get lost in their own problems and Trauma’s. They’d went too far (again) and that means xey should be the bigger person (again) and deescalate the situation before he hated them (AGAIN). Which means, MC would be the one to break the silence and run away again.

“Ya’ know what? Grim’s probably burned the school down already. Don’t worry about,” Ze gestured blindly to the numerous stations they’d started, “this mess. I’ll rope my little Rat Gremlin and the Freshies into finishing this up. Hell, I could probably convince Rugs to pitch in for lunch or something. Bully the Music Club with helping in exchange of random sheet music I still remember from home.”

Their rambles became more spastic as they noticed Mr. Sugar, Spice and Not-So-Nice break out of his own trance and try to reply. “Seriously! Just enjoy the break… Not that it’s my place or responsibility to be butting in anyway. I will be back in, like, 10 minutes and from here-on-out minding my own damn business. Sorry. Whatever. See you sometime after Sunday, I guess?” Their entire monoluge Mac was slowly backing out of the room before turning around in xeir spot and just short of sprinting their way out of the dorm. A few passerby Scarabia students stopped to eavesdrop on xeir muttering… watch them leave.

Without getting a word in Jamil stood unmoving, watching the Ramshackle Perfect leave swifter than the desert wind shifting the dunes. Almost on auto-pilot, he simply left to go back to his room and do as he was told; enjoy his break. His day off. The day he could do what he liked and didn’t necessarily have to prioritize work. A day he spent working to help and assist the pitiful, magic-less loser that was dropped-kicked into another reality and forced to play nice with a University filled with overpowered and hormonal teenagers while having no way home… And in return was insulted, psychoanalyzed, and thrown aside before he could get a word in edgewise.

“Son of a STREET RAT!!!!!” It was clear he’d need a few hours to calm down before he could even think of trying to enjoy the rest of his Saturday off.

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avatarskywalker78 · 1 year ago

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It's Six Sentence Sunday and I've been working on more than one wip, so this week you get three extracts! Firstly, part one of my Aquafam AU, which I'm hoping to get finished this week but I'm not promising.

“It’s important. At some point you’ll have to go up there, you know – wouldn’t you rather find out things in advance? You can’t ignore half the world just because you don’t like it, and the best way to combat prejudice is to do research.”

“I don’t plan on visiting anytime soon.” Orm said dryly. “I’d have to leave my cell first, and there’s still some months left before I can do so outside of my reparation duties.”

Arthur was working on that as well, but that was taking time and he didn’t want to get his brother’s hopes up for an early release that might not happen.

“I’m sure you’ll like it.” Was what he said instead. “I’ve got so many things I wanna show you, little brother, and you’ll love the food – we’ve got steak and cheeseburgers and tacos and—”

“None of that means anything to me.”

“You’ll learn!” Arthur declared, feeling cheerful about the prospect and clapping Orm on the shoulder. “You’re gonna love it, I swear.”

“I shall take your word for it.”

(Orm does suspect Arthur is up to something, by the way - he's not very subtle)

Next, the 'Tory is a Barnes' AU and I've written the whole fight scene, so here's a snippet (in other news, I hate writing fight scenes, why do I do this to myself?!)

“Tory, please, you don’t need to do this—”

“This has nothing to do with you!” Tory snarled, eyes alight with a wild fury. “I dunno who the hell you are, but you’d better get out of the way—”

“What, so you can continue with all this? With the brawl you started?” Elaine made sure she was standing between her cousin and Sam as she stepped back. “Look what you’ve done—”

“She had it coming! She deserves what she gets and no one’s gonna stop me!”

Then Tory sprang forward, faster than she was expecting, and landed a sharp kick to Elaine’s chest that sent her crashing into the lockers and fucking hurt, and Elaine fought to get her breath back as Tory let out a yell before going after Sam again—

“No!” Elaine had to stop her, and as the girls crashed through the door she tackled Tory from behind, hauling her away from Sam and ignoring the shouts and hollers of the other kids.

Lastly it's the 'Lissa Blackwood' AU - which I've been rewriting and also debating on whether to have it as a longfic or as a series of fics (if it's the latter, this fic will be up this week)

He gave her a concerned look.

“Lady Blackwood, we…were asked to find you as well. By your family and…by the Kingslayer—”

“Jaime. His name is Jaime.” Ned valued honour above all - that was the Stark way, she knew, and of course he would also dislike Jaime on principle…

But she’d just seen one of her oldest friends die, and she wasn’t going to listen to her other friend be talked about like this, not after two months of it from the Kingsguard.

“Jaime.” Ned acquiesced – unhappily, but he acquiesced, and Melissa took a deep breath.

“I’ve been through much, Lord Stark,” she told him, “and today has been one of the worst days for all of us. I…do not feel ready to talk about my return.”

She's not stalling - this point she honestly hasn't decided what she's going to do (but it doesn't take her very long)

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @dream-beyond-the-fantasy

#Six Sentence Sunday #wip: aquafam au #Arthur Curry #Orm Marius #wip: tory is a barnes au #OC: Elaine Barnes #Tory Nichols #wip: lissa blackwood au #OC: Lissa Blackwood #Ned Stark #Jaime Lannister (mentioned)

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 1 year ago

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4, 9, 13, 23, 29, 34 for the end of year fanfiction writer asks!

What piece of writing are you most proud of?

I’ve already talked about the two fics I’m most proud of, but there’s some honorable mentions :)

Little Songs is a piece that I still enjoy to this day!! That doesn’t… typically happen with stories I write. I usually post stories and then try to pretend they don’t exist XD But this one’s different! I like it :) I like the simplicity and the pure Fluff and Ghostbur’s characterization!!

Pebbles, Wood Lice, and Other Alright Things is a fun one :D I realllly liked coming up with the dialogue and little details!

What's a scene you wrote this year that you're particularly proud of?

I LIKE THIS QUESTION!!!

You’re gonna get a WIP snippet for this >:) It’s a bit long though.

~~~

Wilbur thinks she’s going to say something, but she doesn’t. Instead she pulls out a box of cigarettes from a pocket, and a lighter from another pocket. Wilbur bites on his lip.

“Mum?”

“Hm?”

“Can I push the stroller?”

Mum flicks her eyes to look at him, pushing out smoke from her mouth. “If you want.”

“Okay!” Wilbur hurries to the back of the stroller, stretching his arms up in order to grip the handle. He has to stretch a lot to reach it, but that’s okay. “Tommy, I’m gonna push you in the stroller!”

“Not too fast,” Mum instructs. More smoke falls into the air, and Wilbur turns his face away so he doesn’t have to smell it. He can still smell it, though.

“I won’t!” Wilbur shouts back, even as he begins to run. “I’ll only go a little fast!”

If mum says anything else, Wilbur doesn’t hear her.

The wind blares into Wilbur’s ears, and the wheels of the stroller rumble loudly against the cracked sidewalk. Tommy squeals, and Wilbur knows that it’s an excited-squeal and not an upset-squeal. Wilbur laughs.

He’s going so fast. Not too fast, of course, because he doesn’t want to scare Tommy. But he is going a little fast. Fast enough to almost feel like he’s flying.

Wilbur runs until the smell of cigarette smoke goes away and then he keeps running. He runs over the sidewalk and over driveways and over weeds growing in cracks, and he keeps laughing and smiling even though all the running is making it hard to breathe.

Eventually, though, he has to stop running, because he can see his house and he doesn’t want to go past it. His old brown house, right next to more old houses. Some of them are also brown, but others aren’t. They’re all tall. They all have cracked sidewalks in front of them, with weeds and dandelions growing in the lawns and between the concrete.

Wilbur slows himself to a stop, feeling his shoes pound against the sidewalk. It hurts a little bit. His feet, he means. When they hit the sidewalk.

Tommy makes a bubbly noise, and Wilbur tilts his head, hands still gripping the handle. “Was that fun, Tommy?”

Tommy doesn’t really answer. Wilbur sighs. “I think it was fun. We went really fast, didn’t we?”

When Tommy still doesn’t answer, Wilbur lets go of the handle and walks around to the front of the stroller, kneeling down so he can look at his brother. Tommy holds his dandelion in one hand, clenched into a tight fist. He waves it a little bit.

Wilbur just looks at him. “I don’t like cigarette smoke. It smells bad. That’s part of the reason I started running, so that I didn’t have to smell it. I don’t think you like how it smells either.”

Tommy makes another bubbly noise, spit trailing down his chin. Wilbur wipes it away with his sleeve. “But I also started running just for fun. Running is fun, in my opinion. When you get bigger we can do races on the sidewalk, and you won’t need a stroller because you’ll be able to walk. I’ll probably let you win a couple times so you don’t start crying, but I’ll win sometimes, too. And we can race together and it’ll be really cool.”

Wilbur watches his brother wave his dandelion-clenched-hand around, and he finds it very hard to picture him as anything other than small. Anything other than a baby, with red cheeks and loud tears and kicking feet and tiny socks.

Wilbur really likes Tommy as a baby. He wonders if he’ll like him when he gets bigger.

That’s silly. Of course I’ll like him when he’s bigger; I’ll like him for always, no matter what, even if he gets really tall and stops liking dandelions.

I think he’ll always like dandelions, though.

Wilbur takes a peek around the side of the stroller, looking for mum. She’s walking down the sidewalk, and she still has a cigarette in her mouth. She removes it to blow out smoke. Wilbur looks back at Tommy.

“Hey.”

Tommy makes a thoughtful noise, though that probably has more to do with him shoving his empty hand into his mouth.

Wilbur watches him evenly. “I just want you to know that I’ll like you forever. Even when you stop being a baby and everything. Even when you get big. I’ll always be bigger than you, so that means… that means my love will get bigger, too!”

Wilbur brightens, eyes widening. “Yeah! Every time I get bigger, my heart will get bigger, which means that I can fit more love inside it! That means that the bigger I get, and the bigger you get, the more I’ll love you!”

Tommy pauses trying to gnaw on his hand to gaze up at his brother, eyes brilliant and blue. A lot of spit dribbles down his chin, but Wilbur’s going to wait a bit before he wipes it away.

“Tommy, will your love get bigger too? I hope it does. I hope both of our loves get so big that we don’t know what to do with ourselves, and all that we can do is hug each other and say, ‘I love you soooo much’!” Wilbur smiles, and a breeze strokes his face. The sky is light purple now, and most of the sunlight is fading away. It’s getting cooler.

Wilbur leans forward and kisses Tommy on the forehead. “I love you so much, Tommy. I love you now and I’ll love you when you’re big. And even though you can’t talk yet, I’m pretty sure you love me, too. Right?”

Tommy pulls his hand out of his mouth, slick and shiny with saliva. Wilbur laughs.

Then Tommy spreads his mouth into a wide smile, letting out a happy squeal.

The last of the sun goes away beneath the ground, and Wilbur feels more full of love than he thinks he’s ever felt before. The dandelion in Tommy’s hand is beginning to wilt, but it’s still bright, bright yellow.

~~~

Smol Wilbur my beloved <3 He is simply just so small and so platonically in love with his baby brother. He is simply so small.

What story haunts you when you try to sleep at night?

Oh, easily If You Want Love lol

I KNEW IT WAS A BAD IDEA TO POST AN IN-PROGRESS STORY 😭 IT WAS A BAD IDEA BECAUSE I AM SO INCONSISTENT!!! INSPIRATION FOR THIS FIC HAS EVADED ME EVEN THOUGH I HAVE PLANS FOR IT!!! NOOOOOOO!!!

I actually feel so bad about not updating it aksgajsgajgsiag so I just. try not to think about it much :’)

What fic did you enjoy writing the most?

Better Than a Painting, Because Paintings Aren’t Perfect! I had sooooo much fun with this; the inspiration was there, the words were there, the scenes were crystal clear, I love the setting, I love the plot, I love crimeboys, just… all around a good time :D

What was the funniest comment or piece of feedback that you received?

Toss-up between these two:

The first one is funny in a Cute way, the second one is funny in a Funny way. Seriously when I got that second comment I kept reading it aloud to my sister and cackling aksgajsgakgssjf

What's the weirdest thing you researched for a fic?

This is all for one fic.

#hehe #ask #ask game answers #story snippet #this was fun to answer :) thanks for the ask!

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 1 year ago

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@ckfemslashnetwork

COBRA KAI SAPPHIC SUMMER WEEK 1 GOLDEN

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HEY YALL

So uh. Remember that 10-minute All Too Well YasMoon fic that I’ve been teasing for well over a year now ???

WELL

LO AND BEHOLD!!! A few months ago, I started writing more than just lil ficlets and started creating this bad boy in FULL!!! So for cksapphicsummer, I’m posting a proper preview because a) fall color is a big thing here and it kinda accidentally fits the “Golden” prompt perfectly and b) god. I’m so proud of this funky little snippet. I’ve had so much fun working on this angstfic and I HAD to share my progress with someone. Writing the out-of-order slow burn of Moon becoming a simp who’s in way over her head has been fantastic tbh.

Also she only gets a mention here, but I had WAY too much fun creating Rosalie, Yasmine’s older (and to most everyone’s mind much cooler) influencer sister. Actually might end up including her in unrelated YasMoon fics too, because god, am I a sucker for sibling character foils :O Also it’s not fair that only Sam gets to have a sibling!!! Like give the other kids siblings!!!

…ironically, despite how spoiled she seems to be, Yasmine is one of the few Cobra Kai kids who doesn’t give off huge Only Child vibes XD Like idk. Idk. So much of Her Whole Deal strikes me as Bratty Overcompensating Younger Sister behavior XD

@karatecaulfield BIG pspsps, here’s a preview from A Big Fic coming up!!!

Preview under the cut!!! Enjoy :3

CW for some pretty crude language, and a character shouting a slur basically for shock value. But it’s one that applies to said character, so…I guess it’s reclaiming?

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“You can travel the world But nothing comes close to the golden coast”

They were belting the lyrics as Yasmine swerved down mountain roads, rounding bends at what couldn’t possibly be a safe speed. It was times like these she thought she was invincible—away from the suffocating smog, under an endless blue sky, surrounded by fresh mountain air, free from the rest of the world’s expectations. Moon couldn’t tame her if she tried.

“Once you party with us, you’ll be falling in love…”

Moon glanced at Yasmine, and the words melted in her mouth. She burst out laughing.

Yasmine was never that unperturbed. She was all confidence and composure and power, holding onto her throne with tooth and manicured nail. Now she was just a silly, dancing teenager, shimmying back and forth and rocking her head from side to side like some kind of puzzled bird. One arm flailing about like the tube men outside of car dealerships while the other drifted on and off the steering wheel to lazily make turns.

She was grinning like she left all her inhibitions in LA.

“California girls, we’re unforgettable Daisy dukes, bikinis on top Sunkist skin so hot we’ll melt your popsicle”

Yasmine affectionately jabbed Moon’s tanned arm. Moon took a moment to be grateful the very ever-present spray-tan responsible was probably also hiding her blush.

“California girls, we’re undeniable Fine, fresh, fierce, we’ve got it on lock West Coast represent, now put your hands up!”

Yasmine did exactly that, whooping for several seconds. Moon worried they were going to hit the guardrail.

West Valley High’s queen bee self-corrected at the last possible moment, just like always. She grabbed the wheel and they made the turn.

There was something so exhilarating about her when she was like this. When she wasn’t projecting an image that didn’t match what was inside. Her voice was off-key and her movements were the opposite of graceful and every bit of control she usually gripped onto with iron strength flew out the window and into the alpine air.

And somehow, it felt like it used to when Moon finally came home after a long, shitty day of middle school, surrounded by stuck-up classmates and scornful, apathetic teachers. It felt like relief.

The song ended, and an ad came on from that annoying kick-the-competition auto dealer guy. As Yasmine complained for the seventh time about her parents not getting Spotify Premium, Moon looked out the window.

The road to Big Bear had more fall color than she’d ever seen. Only 20 miles outside of LA, and it was a whole different world—cherry reds and fiery oranges and sunset golds mixed into the deep green of impossibly tall pine trees.

It was all so foreign to her, always immersed in year-round flowers and greenery and subtropics. It seemed like something out of a Sunday morning dream, or a good shrooms trip. Strange—unnatural, perhaps—but tranquil all the same.

The aspen trees quaked in a sudden breeze. Several golden leaves peeled off their branches, glinting blindingly in the sunlight as they drifted to the ground.

Moon couldn’t quite explain it, but something felt just right. The energy…it was somehow perfectly aligned, all the stars and moons and planets in position for her to be driving off on a wilderness adventure with Yasmine Pyne.

The universe itself was humming in concord, like everything else that came before and after revolved around that moment.

Like it was the beginning of something too immense to see.

“What’re you gawking at?” Yasmine’s voice had a teasing snicker in it. “Have you never been to the mountains before?”

Moon shrugged. “Not since I was little. We only ever drove up here in the summer, though.”

“God, you should see your face.” There was a note of derision in Yasmine’s voice, but Moon barely noticed. “You look like you popped an E tablet or something.”

“Sorry, it’s just…” Moon smiled, shaking her head. “The trees are so beautiful. They’re reminding me of the healing crystals I still need to buy.”

“Um, what? Where is the connection there?”

Moon turned. The bridge of Yasmine’s nose was scrunched against her eyebrows, the way it always did when she was completely perplexed.

“The colors, Yas.” Moon couldn’t help but laugh. “The leaves look like citrine. Or…” Her gaze strayed back out the window. “Empowering jasper. Or harmonizing tiger’s eye. Or vitality ruby. There’s so many hues!”

“You are so weird, girl.”

Yasmine laughed, but there was no disdain in it this time. It was an affectionate kind of amused—amusement at Moon’s expense, perhaps, but with an underlying fondness that caught her off-guard.

Moon looked at the autumn trees zipping by, fiery shades gleaming almost as brightly as gemstones in the alpine sun. She started to shift them in her mind, imagining clusters of leaves as giant, glimmering jewels instead. A whole forest of ruby and citrine and jasper and tiger’s eye and topaz and carnelian, polished stones budding from the ends of delicate white branches. A beautiful, serene place, quiet and peaceful. A place of healing. No sound save birdsong and babbling creeks.

She wondered how much more vivid the image would be with caps.

“I’d actually love to trip out here,” she admitted. “It’d be like…the most spiritual thing ever. I feel like there’s a certain kind of ‘oneness with the universe’ around these trees, you know?”

“What, and then wander off the side of a cliff because you’ve convinced yourself you can fly? No thanks.”

Moon sniggered. Yasmine couldn’t sugarcoat something if she tried.

She didn’t pull punches when it came to teasing out the worst-case scenario and she never hesitated when deciding that’s what would inevitably happen.

A wooden sign post flitted past. Moon pressed her palm into the window glass, eyes widening.

A trailhead.

“Let’s go for a hike!”

The words spouted from Moon before she could stop them. She blinked, wholly unsure where the sudden determination came from.

Yasmine spluttered, uncharacteristically lost for words.

“Please,” Moon added plaintively. “Just a short one?”

“Why?” Yasmine demanded, finally finding her voice.

Moon bit her lip, staring at the dashboard.

“I’ve never been.”

“You’ve never been hiking in Big Bear.”

Yasmine scoffed, punctuating the statement with a smack to the steering wheel.

“Nope.” Moon chuckled nervously, hoping this wasn’t something Yasmine decided was worthy of giving her shit about.

Her friend only snorted in disbelief. “You haven’t been hiking up here,” she said again. “Aren’t your parents like…tree-hugging mega-hippies or something? Seems like they’d be all about that meditative outdoorsy shit.”

Moon laughed, shaking her head. “Well, they’re more like…smoke-a-bunch-of-stuff-in-a-sweat-lodge-and-see-the-entire-pagan-pantheon kind of hippies. Not really the one-with-nature kind of hippies.”

“But you are, huh?”

Yasmine raised her eyebrows, and Moon’s cheeks grew hot.

“I don’t know. I guess so. Nature calms me down when I’m stressed. Helps unblock my root chakra when it gets a little clogged.”

They passed a particularly beautiful grove of red maple trees, and Moon sucked in her breath.

“If we could just…stop and take a little walk somewhere…”

“Mooooon.” Yasmine dragged her name into a whine. “I’m wearing designer boots. If I get too much dirt on them, my mom will skin me alive and use my eviscerated corpse to make another pair.”

“Oh my god.” Moon snickered. “Don’t be so dramatic. Your mom is nice! She’s not going to flip out over a little dust.”

“You don’t know her,” Yasmine grumbled.

“I’ll take the blame if she gets mad. Promise.” Moon gave her friend her most pleading look. “I’ll say…I don’t know. I got you really high and we ran around in the dirt or something. But mountain trails aren’t usually that dirty! At least I don’t think.”

Yasmine whimpered, glancing from the car clock out the window and back again.

At the next trailhead, Yasmine slammed the brakes. Moon yelped, lurching forward as the range rover screeched to a stop in a pullover surrounded by soaring pines and gold-tinged scrub bushes.

“Oh, fuck it. Rosalie’s not expecting us until 4 anyways.”

Moon smiled at her lap. She got the feeling Yasmine could have fought her harder.

***

“Tell me a secret.”

“What?” Moon’s sandals dug into the trail, grinding her to a halt.

“Tell me a secret.” Yasmine turned, hair backlit by mountain sunshine. “Come on. If you’re going to insist we trek out into the middle of buttfuck nowhere, you’d better have some juicy gossip for where absolutely no one can hear us.”

She leaped onto a nearby boulder with surprising grace, boots deftly clinging to the gaps in a way that suggested she hadn’t always been as averse to physical exertion as she was now.

“DICK AND BALLS!” Moon was completely unprepared for her friend to cup her mouth and shout at the top of her lungs. “MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING SHITHEADS! GODDAMN PUSSY-EATING DYKES! I’LL PISS IN YOUR MOUTH!”

The forest only answered Yasmine’s abundance of profanity with wind, songbird calls, and one or two annoyed crows. Not another human soul to be heard.

“See?” Yasmine turned, her grin conniving. “No one’s going to hear any of this shit besides us. You can literally say anything you want out here. It’d be a waste not to spill some tea.”

She spread her arms, and for a moment, she looked like a bird. An elegant, dainty little yellow warbler, about to take flight or break into song.

“No one can fuck with us out here!” she crowed. For a moment, Moon felt almost as free as her.

Moon laughed, shaking her head. She hadn’t known what to expect from the blonde girl in the yellow designer sundress, making snide comments in her math class, but these unrestrained dramatics were definitely not it.

“So come on, then.” Yasmine scaled down the rock as easily as she’d climbed it. “Tell me something scandalous, Moon.”

Moon frowned, quickening her pace to catch up. “Why?”

“Because. Maybe I want to get to know the girl I’m hauling up into the mountains to see my sister, huh?”

“We don’t need deep, dark secrets for that, do we?”

“Not technically, but I’m bored of all the other shit.” Yasmine groaned. “‘Where’d you go to middle school, did you grow up here, do you have any brothers or sisters,’ blah blah blah. We covered all the small talk crap when we ditched for brunch. I want something more interesting.”

Moon’s cheeks grow hot. “I don’t know if I’m hiding anything that interesting.”

“Oh, bullshit.” Yasmine turned, gray-green eyes boring into Moon. The blonde started walking backwards just in front of her friend, maintaining very intense and very judgmental eye contact the entire time. “Everyone’s got a little dirt on them, Moon. You just have to scrape it up.”

Feeling a sudden rush of bravery (perhaps the empowering jasper-colored leaves were to blame), Moon crossed her arms and returned Yasmine’s smirk. “And why should I give you my dirt?”

“Because.” Those stormy irises had a cunning gleam in them. “What’s a few secrets between best friends?”

“Best friends!” Moon laughed in surprise. “We barely know each other. And I’m your—well, I mean.” She found herself stumbling over her words. “What about everyone else at the table? Your middle school crew?”

“Oh, well.” Yasmine rolled her eyes dismissively. “Jenna, Harper, Aubrey—they’re all fake as fuck. Dumb sluts are using me to get a taste of what it’s like at the top. I know the knives come out whenever my back’s turned.” Her lips curled into a sneer. “It’s whatever, honestly. I’d just as soon get rid of them as soon as they stop making us look good. But you…”

For the first time in a while, the scornful look dropped completely.

“You’re different, Moon. You’re…real. Not basic and boring like every other bitch that follows me around.”

If Moon’s cheeks weren’t on fire before, they certainly were now.

“You really mean that?”

“Yeah, duh. I wouldn’t take you out here if you weren’t worlds better than all the other losers at our trash-ass school. Now…”

The genuine look that briefly shone through morphed into a smirk. Mood wondered if she’d imagined it.

Yasmine leaned forward, smirk widening. Without warning she grabbed both of Moon’s hands, tangling their fingers together as she continued to effortlessly saunter backwards. “Tell me a secret, Moon.”

“I…”

Moon could feel what was hovering just behind her lips. The words threatening to tangle with the mountain air and wash over Yasmine like a cold breeze, causing her hands to jerk away and her face to twist in that oh-so-familiar disgust.

I’m not normal.

It was something in the way that all through elementary school—and all through the turbulent tides of middle school, too—her eyes weren’t only drawn by soccer players showing off at recess, or the track stars who could run more gym class laps than anyone. Boys who dripped confidence like sweat and gleamed like fresh-minted coins, the names inside the hearts every girl doodled.

Just as often she found herself drawn to the ballet dancers and the child beauty pageant winners and the sirenlike voices of the girls in choir. Often as not, her mind was on billowing hair and purple nails and the scent of fruit shampoo as much as the testosterone and cologne of the ever-boisterous boys.

And it was a fascination that went beyond friendship. Moon knew that much.

She was able to join in with the other girls, gushing about the guys they liked and making bets on who would ask who to the next dance. But there was always half of it left unsaid.

She’d never told a soul. Not her easygoing parents. Not her middle school gang. No one. It was an anomaly that belonged to her and her alone.

And Moon wasn’t about to drive away her newest friend, in all her power and mystique and sheer magnetic energy.

Yasmine must’ve seen the gears turning behind her eyes. She groaned, yanking especially hard on Moon’s hands with an exaggerated eyeroll.

“Oh, fine. I’ll go first if you’re not gonna spill.”

Moon raised her eyebrows. “That was an option?”

Yasmine scoffed. “I mean, if you’re just going to stand there looking constipated…”

Moon couldn’t find a response.

Which probably made her look even more constipated.

“I don’t actually wake up like this.” Yasmine grinned mischievously, giving those flawless yellow locks of hers a graceful flip. “And it’s not Maybelline, either. I have to wake up at 5 fucking o’clock every morning to straighten this bitch. But better that than go to school looking like a fucking hobo.”

Moon laughed.

“So you don’t wake up with perfect hair? That’s not very scandalous.” Yasmine gasped, sounding half offended. “It is if you’re someone with my rep!”

“Well, if it’s that important to you…” Moon sniggered. “I won’t tell anyone. But for what it’s worth, I think the other kids would be impressed you put so much time into looking perfect.”

“Oh, no way. They need to think it’s like…an inherent part of my personality that I’m flawless and untouchable. Otherwise they might start getting ideas about replacing me if they style their hair for long enough.”

She had to laugh again.

“I don’t think you need to worry. The entire school knows they could never hold a torch to you.”

For a moment, uncertainty flickered through those stormcloud eyes.

Like the fear of being dethroned was greater than Yasmine let on.

“Damn right,” she said, smug expression returning. She tugged Moon’s hands again, bringing the girls close enough that Moon could smell traces of the strawberry-and-nutella crepes she had for breakfast.

“Your turn,” she purred.

“Um…”

Moon paused, pushing thoughts of her unspoken strangeness away. Yasmine didn’t need to know that.

“I’m worried that people think I’m kind of stupid,” she said instead.

Yasmine looked genuinely thrown off for a moment.

“What do you mean?”

Her expression turned…not serious exactly, but more thoughtful and curious than Moon was used to. None of its usual smugness.

“My friends from middle school, they—they all went to these private Ivy League prep schools. I, uh…I think some of their parents bribed their way in, but some of them were genuinely just that smart. Either way, my parents weren’t willing to pull strings to get me in. They’re really, um…‘go with the flow’ in a way that they, like, don’t like to exert a lot of effort on anything they don’t need to. Which includes keeping me with my friends, I guess.”

Moon took a breath, almost hoping Yasmine would interrupt.

Yasmine didn’t. Only waited with uncharacteristic patience for her to finish.

“I told them at 8th grade continuation I didn’t make it into Harvard-Westlake. They, um…they looked at me like I was some kind of reject. And they started talking about all the things they were gonna do in high school.” Moon winced at the memory. “Kelsey was gonna learn Latin. Rachel was gonna get into Hollywood. Tess was gonna figure out how to become like…some political diplomat or something. And I guess it was just like…we’d been together through the thick and thin of everything, and suddenly I was some dumb bimbo who wasn’t even worthy of licking the dirt they stepped on. And after that night, I never heard from any of them again.”

Yasmine’s only response was a curled lip. “Ew.”

Moon’s stomach sank. “You think I’m also…?”

Yasmine’s scowl deepened. “No, your stupid friends. They sound like a load of self-righteous bitches.” She scoffed. “Girl, you’re well-rid of them. You stuck around and they’d try to make you into a fucking lame loser nerd just like them. Who the fuck uses Latin in their day-to-day existence, anyways?!”

Moon found herself laughing.

“Yeah, I guess Kelsey was always kind of prissy that way.”

“Half the shit they teach in high school doesn’t matter in the real world, anyways.” Yasmine rolled her eyes. “And yeah, even at prep schools, too. Take all the acting classes and political science you want, but if you don’t know someone important in the industry, you’re not getting shit. The world runs on nepotism, so…your old bitches are going to get fucked over so bad.”

Something about Yasmine’s overconfident scorn soothed her. No one who spoke that surely could be wrong…right?

Moon chuckled. “Is it bad that I kind of hope they do?”

“Nah. Would serve the dumb fucks right.” Yasmine’s smirk returned—bigger than any she’d worn all afternoon. “I should be thanking them, really. They ditched by far the coolest person in their group, and now I get you all to myself.”

Moon only hoped Yasmine didn’t see how red her own cheeks were turning.

“For the record, though…”

Yasmine seemed to search her face, expression suddenly unreadable.

“I don’t think you’re stupid. I mean…not that it matters anyways, because pretty people get jobs more than smart people do, but being good at the crap they teach in school doesn’t mean anything. Being able to read people, knowing who you can open up to and who’s a damn snake, figuring out how to talk people into giving you what you want…that’s what matters. And you’ve got more intuition than anyone I’ve met in a long time.”

Well, if having intuition was what mattered…

Moon only hoped she was reading Yasmine right.

***

Some random author’s notes, in no particular order:

Love that Yasmine is canonically a terrible driver. Like she accidentally kick-started the entire plot because her dumb ass was texting and driving and rammed right tf into Johnny Lawrence’s car. I have every reason to believe she’s this bad of a driver in every situation 💛 Absolute trash queen 👑

Writing S1 Yasmine is so much fun because she’s SO unapologetically shitty, like. You can have her say the most deranged shit and it’s completely in character??? Delightfully challenging to figure out how fucking anyone could fall inconsolably head-over-heels for her, especially someone as naturally good-natured as Moon!!! Like she was simping—I know it in my soul—but how the FUCK did that happen???

Also no I absolutely do not count Demetri’s “feelings” as falling inconsolably head-over-heels for her—mans was faking being straight to get Miguel not to abandon him and then felt he had to Commit To The Bit. I WILL die on this hill btw.

On a related note, though!!! I’ve probably watched the S1 Yasmine scenes DOZENS of times for this fic (not a single fucking one without her girlfriend btw), and after a while you start to pick up on some like…unexpected softness you didn’t notice before? Like she seems genuinely pleased Sam is enjoying throwing her party! She plays wingwoman and sets Sam up with Kyler! (Granted, there could have been ulterior motives here—namely distracting Sam so she doesn’t notice That Gay Shit going on between her two new best friends—but the act in of itself didn’t seem malicious.) She’s a tad overprotective of Moon when she believes Sam has been talking crap, and tells Sam to get the hell out of Moon’s car!!! She genuinely looks hurt when Moon chooses Hawk and Co. over her!!! Like it’s few and far between, but she definitely seems to care about her friends on some level, even at her worst. With that in mind, it’s a lot easier to write Moon getting smitten with her!

Adding onto this—rewatching the S1 Yasmine clips, it’s kind of striking how often she refers to herself and Moon as a unit, especially during the 1x05 car scene with Sam. “Kyler told us what you said.” “You think you’re better than us.” “We know what went down.” She says “Moon, let’s go” when about to ditch the beach party instead of just storming off because of course she’s not leaving without Moon (who she chose to stay with over going with Kyler btw!). She doesn’t even consider it a possibility until Moon outright says it. Not only is this a cool parallel to a thing S1 Demetri also does (I.e. frequently uses “we” to speak for both him and Eli from a place of misguided-ish overprotectiveness and the confidence that “I know what’s best for both of us as a unit”), but this is something a lot of long-term couples I know irl tend to do!!! When I talk about movies with my roommate, he tends to say “we (I.e. him and his fiancé) did/didn’t like it.” When my married friend thanked me for catsitting, he said “we really appreciate it.” Point being that even at her absolute worst, Yasmine is never actually just thinking about herself—she’s thinking about herself and Moon, right up until Moon chooses to ditch her! Anyways yeah these girls were a Thing sorry. If they have a tendency that immediately calls to mind my married and engaged friends, that’s. A little gay???

Also worth noting that Yasmine only really breaks from Moon in 1x09, and then as SOON as she appears again in S3, she’s once again glued to Moon’s hip. Girl literally cannot stay away from Moon akfssrfuhbi

But all that aside!!! S1 Yasmine genuinely sucks so bad. Like GIRL. You fat-shamed a girl for no fucking reason. You verbally eviscerated an ugly sweater kid just minding his business and probably jump-started his Evil Journey tbh. You slut-shamed your ex-friend all over the internet after she almost got sexually assaulted. You cut off your closest friend and fuck buddy because she dared to ask you to stop being horrid. What in the actual hell is wrong with you. I am horrified and fascinated. I want to study Yasmine like a bug.

And I am, via this fic!!! God, am I having a blast with it. Fully intend to continue delving into why she’s the actual fucking worst and giving her the nuance the showrunners never bothered with 💛

I spent like 3 hours researching “prep schools” in the San Fernando Valley, and watched a whole-ass tour video for Harvard-Westlake to determine what Moon’s shitty (or shittier) ex-friends went off to study that made her feel inadequate. Please be proud of me for doing a deep dive into this weird niche topic to make my weird niche pairing fic feel authentic XD

Deadass role-playing as an Uber-wealthy Encino parent looking for a good, respectable high school for their spoiled 8th grader was. An incredibly bizarre experience. I do not want kids, I could not afford them even if I did, and I do not have anything anywhere close to a rich suburban husband to discuss a kid’s school options with. I guess this is the essence of trying to explore lived experiences that will never belong to you???

I legitimately do think Moon is smarter than she comes off as (Demetri wouldn’t fuck with her otherwise!) and is somewhat insecure about being seen as “dumb” because she’s bubbly, hyperfemme, conflict-averse, and in touch with her spirituality. I don’t think she likes admitting this, though—she doesn’t like “burdening” others with her own demons!

Considering Yasmine’s “natural” hairstyle in S3 appears to be more wavy, girl probably spent an ungodly amount of time and effort straightening her hair in season 1. Like yeah, she was mean at, but can you blame her??? Bitch was probably running on like 4 hours of sleep a night!

Jenna, Harper, and Aubrey are some of the extras at the Rich Girls Table! I’ve mentioned in other posts, but I’ve always kind of wondered about them, and What Their Deal Was that they’re only sometimes worthy of hanging out with Yasmine XD Git hyped to see more of them in this and other planned YasMoon fics!!!

Continuing to love looking into crystals/spirituality/incense/other kinds of Wiccan-adjacent things I think Moon would be into! As a woman of science, I’m not sure if I buy into that, but I do think it’s genuinely fascinating and fun to explore and research! There’s a lot of pretty cool and interesting belief systems out there to explore when you go in without obsessing over whether something’s 100% true or false and whatnot.

Yes, Californians really do get that hyped about seasons. I would know—I moved there after growing up in the Midwest, and seeing Californians get hyped about seeing snow or massive amounts of fall foliage for the first time is just about the most pure thing ever ;_____; But it’s definitely not out of the question for Moon to get that pumped about fall color aksssdtchh

I kind of love the idea of Moon always knowing she was bisexual, but not building the confidence to proudly tell it to the world until Piper helped her to 💗💜💙

Bitches be holding other bitches’ hands on an isolated hiking trail and think that’s a Straight and Normal thing to do. Like come on. We all know what you are, Yasmine.

Can’t give y’all an exact posting estimate for the whole fic, but I’m not giving up on it anytime soon (having WAY too much fun with this angst to do that!!!) and will try to get the rest of it done as soon as I can!!! Hoping ideally by sometime this coming winter :3

#cksapphicsummer #yasmoon #yasmine x moon #moon x yasmine #yasmine cobra kai #moon cobra kai #fanfic #fanfiction #cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #(this takes place prior to S1 btw--around the beginning of the girls' freshman year before they were friends with Sam!)#femslash #wlw #lesbian #sapphic

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