#thank you jjj for thinking of me! love u 😘

[jimmys-zeppelin]

hello, all! so I was suggested by the wonderful, ever-talented @jonesyjonesyjonesy to do a fun little writing thing where I share six sentences (give or take) of an upcoming story or chapter of a story. well, frankly I thought this was a lovely idea and that I MUST participate.

SO here is a (not six sentence) peek into my upcoming 90s jimmy fic titled moonbeam. I am very nervous and excited for you all to read it. here's a small blurb I just came up with this week that I really wanted to share. please enjoy!

Sabrina sat at the island counter in the center of the kitchen, about ten or so bottles of nail polish surrounding her and a small bag where another handful were being held. The brunette meticulously filed her nails, bending her fingers in every which way to get her desired nail shape. Jimmy walked in, yanking open the refrigerator door and practically climbing inside. The rustling coming from inside made her look over at him.

"Have we got any of those goodies left from France...? Can't seem to find them anywhere..." Jimmy asked, almost dejectedly.

"Which goodies? There's the macaroons, macarons, crème brûlée, madeleines, ec—" Sabrina started, getting cut off by Jimmy when he popped his head out of the fridge.

"Say that again," He said, a smirk building across his features.

"Say what? Madeleines?" she tilted her head.

"No, the one before." he chuckled.

"Crème brûlée?" she asked, making sure her French accent was up to par, eyeing Jimmy cautiously. She swiped the file across her nail a few more times before setting the tool down.

"Yes. You say it like a proper Frenchwoman." Jimmy said, approaching her like a predator stalking its prey. He took her face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss against her lips with a smile upon his pulling away. "What are you up to then?"

Sabrina stared into his deep green eyes, breaking out in a smile before picking up her emery board again and continuing on filing her nails, "gonna paint my nails. Which color do you like best of these four?"

Jimmy considered his options carefully; the contenders being red, black, blue, and a nude pink. Kissing her temple, he picked a color, placing a finger on the top of the lid, "Black," he whispered, "The color of night."

"You mean, noir?" she replied dramatically, picking up the bottle and considering it, "okay, only if you let me paint yours too."

"Oh, then I'll pick the pink."

"Jimmy." Sabrina whined.

"No, Sabrina. I will not have my nails painted."

"David Bowie painted his nails."

"I—" Jimmy started, interrupting himself at the mention of his old friend, "That doesn't mean anything."

"Brian May painted his nails."

"As an aesthetic!" Jimmy shot back.

"Please." Sabrina begged, jutting out her bottom lip and putting on her best puppy-dog face.

"Sab..." He replied tentatively, as if she were a child that needed scolding.

"Moony..." She said, mirroring his tone.

He looked about ready to push back even further, but after staring into her whiskey-brown eyes, it seemed to wear him down and he knew she wouldn't back down from this fight. Jimmy huffed, grabbing a stool from behind him and taking a seat. He gave Sabrina his hand. "Do it."

Sabrina squealed excitedly, wrapping her arms around him and pressing a long, hard kiss to his jaw, "Yay! Lemme file your nails first, then we can get to painting." she said, flipping the nail file over to its opposite side and getting to work on his fingers.

There was a lull in their conversation, the only sound in the room being the emery board being hard at work. Sabrina piped up a few seconds later, "what was the dessert you were looking for, my love?"

"Oh," Jimmy answered, pondering the question for a few seconds, having completely forgotten that that was the reason he'd come into the kitchen in the first place. "Those coconut ones."

"Ah, the macaroons." Sabrina said, "you finished them last night when we drank the last of the chardonnay."

"Did I? Don't remember that..."

"You said 'these are mine, you can't have any' and ate them in front of me." She said, sounding falsely irritated from his statement.

"Sounds more like you than me." Jimmy said, his tone dead serious. Sabrina's eyes trailed higher to meet his, a furrowed look to her brows. A nearly imperceptible smile started at the corner of his mouth.

"I'll fuck your nails up right now." Sabrina threatened.

"I'd love to see you try." Jimmy replied as she continued filing, moving onto another finger.

She grumbled, focusing on his nails again, a quiet, "old man" leaving her before snorting out a laugh, Jimmy mirroring her it just before she reached for her base coat of nail polish.

and there you have it!! god my palms are sweaty. this story has been my baby for nearly six months now and I have it so near and dear to me that I feel like a cagey parent when I talk about it 🥵 this is much more on the milder side of things with sab and jimmy so I really cannot wait for you all to see more of them (wink wonk). anyway, I've talked enough. thank you all so much for reading this far, I love every single one of you!!