MORE FIC SNIPPETS PLEASE iām starving these are tewww good šš
ty anon !!! i got you. here are some bits and pieces from another art school au one-shot i was writing (and desperately need to finish) with a sophia pov (in which she tries to save the drama department by producing the show of a lifetime). featuring eldest daughter/fixer-upper syndrome, domestic sodani, & yoonara coffee kiosk chaos (try saying that five times fast)
Dani stumbles from the bedroom into the kitchen, hair-tie between her lips, trying to toss her thick curls into a bun while putting on her boots. āShit. Weāre late, arenāt we? Sorry. Iāā
āāNope. Exactly on time, actually,ā Sophia says simply, pointing at the whiteboard calendar on their fridge. āI tweaked your alarm. Itās only eight. Your first class isnāt until ten, and mine is half an hour after.ā
āThen why did youāā
āāLast night, you told me you wanted to get in an early stretch session before the studio got too crowded.ā
āOh. Yeah. Right, right. Sorry. I swear to God I woke up with my head on sideways. Iāllāā
āāDani. Stop apologizing. Itās okay, I get it.ā Sophia smiles, placing a paper towel-wrapped bagel in Daniās hands. āWeāll pick up some coffee at the kiosk. My treat.ā
āUgh, angel. Youāve got wings, baby.ā
āAre you seriously quoting Gilmore Girls at me right now?ā
āHey, youāre the one who leaves the reruns on.ā
Sophia smiles again, eyes flickering toward the sunlight filtering through the empty champagne bottles on the windowsill. āItās such a beautiful day, isnāt it?ā
Sheās half-expecting Dani to snort and mutter, āYeah, whatever, weirdo.ā But Dani just swipes her keys off the counter, hooks a free arm through Sophiaās, and says, āSos mĆ”s hermosa que el dĆa, mi amor.ā
āāā
Behind the coffee kiosk, rag over her shoulder, Lara is saying, āRemind me again why we decided to start doing morning shifts.ā
āYou wanted to make extra cash,ā Yoonchae replies, tying her apron, ābut you didnāt want to make it alone.ā
āOkay, so, likeābasically, I fucking sowed this shit and now I got to fucking reap it.ā Lara sighs, rubbing her eyes. āGot it. Thanks for volunteering, tribute.ā
āI did not volunteer. You told meāā
Sophia interjects by doing the Hunger Games whistle and salute, stopping Yoonchae from defending herself, and offers a sing-songy morning greeting.
āWell, someone woke up on the right side of the bed,ā Lara says.
āThat makes one of us,ā Dani grumbles.
Lara smiles, amused. āHow can you possibly have this much pep in your step at this hour?ā
āItās a new day,ā Sophia declares. āLast week sucked, but itās time to turn it around.ā
āAmen, sister-friend. What can we get you two?ā
āIced coffee,ā Dani says. āBlack as Sophiaās soul.ā
āSo, with milk and lots of sugar.ā
āPrecisely.ā
āGreat. And you, sunshine?ā
āSame,ā Sophia says. āBut hot.ā
āHot,ā Yoonchae echoes, neck craning slightly to the left, brows knitting with what appears to be genuine concern. Or confusion. Or both, maybe. āAre you sick?ā
āWhat? No. Why?ā
āYou never order hot drinks.ā
āOnly because itās a big commitment to finish before it gets cold,ā Sophia says. āIām feeling rather committed today.ā
āOkayā¦ā Lara says, mumbling something about the positive and negative connotations of the word committed, and Yoonchae covers Sophiaās paper cup with Sharpie smiley faces.
āāā
She swings by the kiosk again while sheās waiting for Daniās evening class to finish. Itās too late for coffee, so she orders a hot chocolate, feeling committed again. Itās just Swiss Miss, but she honestly just wanted new doodles that werenāt smudged with condensation. Instead of smiley faces, Yoonchae draws the Mockingjay symbol this time; Sophia raises an eyebrow.
Yoonchae shrugs. āLaraās idea.ā
āThis plan of yours,ā Lara says, āitās kind of like a rebellion, donāt you think? Resistance and hope packaged in polka dot wrapping paper, all tied together with a shiny pink bow. And smothered in lip gloss.ā
āI guess,ā Sophia considers with a humble kind of grace and pride. āBut when you say it like thatā¦it feels bigger all of a sudden. More to carry. I mean, itās just a play.ā
āNo, Soph. Own it. It feels big because it is big. But it doesnāt have to be scary, remember? Weāre all here to help. Itās not just a play, itās your legacy.ā
Yoonchae nods. āYouāre doing good. You are good. You have toā¦ā
She exits the kiosk, then, carefully, hesitantly, reaches toward Sophia and places a steady palm on the left side of her chest, just beneath her collarbone. āProtect your art.ā
Sophia takes her wrist, squeezes gently, smiling softly. āOkay, yeah. Youāre both right. Thank you.ā
āOf course,ā Lara says just as Dani comes bounding down the hallway, sweaty and frazzled and perfect.
āReady to go home?ā
Sophia nods, taking Daniās hand, and as they head for the parking lot, Lara calls out, āMay the odds forever be in your favor!ā
āāā
Sheās at the dinner table, hunched over open binders, covered in sticky note adhesive and pen ink. Itās not that late, but sheās up later than she knows she should be, considering she has an eight oāclock class tomorrow. Her stomach is grumbling, and she kind of has to pee, but her brain tells her to sit here and not move until itās complete. Or, at the very least, until she has a crumb of an idea about what to do, where to start.
Dani ambles into the kitchen, wrapped in a blanket, the hem dragging on the floor. She hugs Sophia from behind, squeezing tightly, and places a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
āGoodnightā she says, instead of itās late, come to bed, like Sophia knows she wants to say. Because Dani is understanding like that, forgiving.
Sophia squeezes back. āSweet dreams.ā
Dani drapes the blanket over Sophiaās shoulders, muttering, āYou donāt have to have it all figured out now, you know?ā
āI donāt have forever,ā Sophia says.
āWell, what is forever, if not infinite nows?ā
āSocrates?ā
āNo. Just me. And, like, Emily Dickinson.ā
Sophia snorts softly, capping her highlighter.
āIām serious, though, Soph. I donāt want to wake up and see you asleep on the table. I want to wake up beside you.ā
āIāll be done soon,ā Sophia says, canāt quite promise it though.
Dani offers a pointed look, but doesnāt argue, doesnāt call her out on the obvious lie. Just says, āGoodnight,ā again, and, āI love you,ā then shuffles back into the bedroom before Sophia can say it backāDani doesnāt need her to, Sophia knows, but she does it anyway.
I love you too is easier than promising she wonāt stay up all night. Easier, and true.
āāā
āYou know, Soph,ā Dani whispers in the dark, āSometimes, I think you were born with the sun inside of you. And you give so much light to the rest of us, you donāt realize when youāre burning upāand out.ā
oh i just know the journalism media company fic is yours. i will pull out my own whiteboard and red yarn and write my own report about why my theory isnāt just theoretical if you donāt fess upāļøāļø
(threatened with my utmost kindness and respect āŗļø)
help anon why are we choosing violence š
i shanāt fess up š¤ŗš¤ŗ but i do actually want to see that whiteboard and red yarn and theory report š«£
(absolutely zero pressureā¦but your nation is starving btw)
uhm so funny story i actually opened the doc yesterday, stared blankly at the mere 300 words i had written for the next chapter for like an hour, then i closed the tab š
sorry for causing a three+ month-long famine š i have an insanely detailed outline for that fic so idk why the words arenāt wording. maybe it being so structured is the problem but who knows
i am!!! however!!! very much inspired to write art school au meichae beef angstā¦so time travel will unfortunately have to stay on the back burner until further notice (and by that i mean until my friend inevitably ties me up, drags me into a room, and locks me inside with my laptop)
sometimes writing fanfiction is like building a fire because you're cold but then you find out more people are also cold so they gather around the fire and you all warm up together and then someone else builds a fire and you visit their fire and so no matter where you go, which fandom it is, what concept someone may be looking for, someone out there has a fire for you
sometimes itās cute and cozy and wholesome and you can all make sāmores and sit on a log and play an old out-of-tune guitar and sing about trees and ladybugs and fireflies and try to find the constellations that match your zodiac signs
and sometimes it all just ends in arson or third degree burns or both š
i loveee the way you describe all of yoonchaeās paintings/painting processes in your art school au!! like the elements and principles of art and the projects in her portfolio. itās all so detailed and the concepts are so creative without being too complicated or flowery if that makes sense??? and i was wondering if you paint too!? like the way you describe art just makes me think youād know exactly what itās like to create artĀ
this is so very sweet thank you 3000 anon <3
i actually do cuss paint a little, though not as much as iād like to or as much as iād think yoonchae should in that au lol. i just love a good obsessed artist trope and the concept of a messy studio and angry crying/painting at 3 a.m. š¤¤
but i do love to draw (graphite portraits especially)!!! and even if i didnt, iād probably still write about it because what is this earth without art? just a rock! art rocks. everybody get more art pilled. the human-made kind obviously
ironically iāve only done one katseye fanart piece (see below) and now i must change that
anyway the symbols in the top right-hand corner is an ancient filipino script called baybayin. the word i wrote is ātalaā which means star. because duh
sooooo like you can ignore me if iām embarrassingly incorrectā¦but did you perchance write thisā¦??? šš idk it just looks and feels like your writing style šµļø
Idk if you have preference for oneshots or multi chaps or length wise or anything like that but here are a couple
my go to rec is always lucky by emotional_motionsickness. Goated sodani fic fr but itās over 200k words atp and still ongoing so a bit unapproachable (but so so so worth it)
Multi chap but much shorter (and complete!) is Gabriela on guitar by angstydisaster. I need to reread this one honestly. Meizini my loves
Anything by knotgrass_08 (happy birthday to me, the livestream, and the two prodigies of baby Megan are my favs)
Iām trying to find you some shorter ones too but itās only you I want around and itās sequel by gentlehillracer (but also pretty much anything by them) is one of my shorter favs
Ok sorry that was a lot lol you also might hate them and thatās a ok. I hope you have fun reading :D
i donāt have a preference! i love a good one-shot as much as the next person, but i also like how longer form fiction has, well, more
these all look super interesting, thank you!!! will be sure to get back to you with my thoughts once i get around to reading them š
miraculously i am able to write more fanfiction than i do read it (mainly because iām hella slow at reading š) but thereās so much content and iām very excited to jump in and consume it all. so donāt be surprised when you new moots get a billion ao3 notifications over the next few months šš