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💎 Christmas and Chill- Samira Mohan x fem reader

💎 It’s Magic, I Need It- Samira Mohan x fem reader

🩵 Can’t Help But Lose My Cool- Jack Abbot x fem reader

🩵 I Can Be Needy- Jack Abbot x fem reader

🫧 And All At Once- Javadi x Mateo oneshot

🫧 My Favorite Part- Crashtos 5+1

🫧 Like a Fool- The Pitt 5+ 1, ft. Crashtos, Mellis, Jemma, Langshen, Mohabbot, & Rollins

🫧 A Dream is a Wish- Crashtos College Theater AU

Current ao3 WIPs

🌞 Where You Going, Sunshine? (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants AU)

💍 Don’t Wanna Hear the Wedding Bells (Mavadi Wedding Planner AU)

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Had to take a brief break these past two weeks from writing both of my long fics right now because I felt like I was gonna burn out, and I also felt convinced I didn’t know how to write. Writing is so weird because sometimes you think “I’ve got this!” And the words just flow, and other times you stare idiotically at a page and go “oh…. I’m really bad at this, aren’t I?”

🩵lots of love to the friends who help keep me in the sane middle ground.

Anyway. New chapters for both Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants AU and The Wedding Planner AU should post by the end of the week. For those reading either, thanks for your patience.

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Idk why my latest movie binges have led me here, but they have and hear me out please:

Driver with Samira Mohan.

Driver being someone Samira meets one night when she stops at a diner on her way home from work. She can’t help but chat with Driver over a cup of coffee, taken by the fact that he’s sitting alone like she is, and maybe today’s shift was so bad she wants to try talking to someone instead of staying closed up. So she scoots into his booth, and he doesn’t say much but he does listen, and he’s the first person in a long time to actually listen. She notices an injury on his hand, offers to fix it, and next thing you know he’s driving her to and from work to keep her safe, and he can’t help but check in on her at work.

But neither know how to make a move being Driver watching protectively over her, and Samira tending to the occasional wound he has, because neither have ever let themselves love before, and it feels dangerous to let themselves love now.

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Working on finishing up the next chapter of Where You Going, Sunshine? (Sisterhood of the traveling pants au) and while I’m enjoying writing Emma again, I have to admit that mentally I’m still stuck on Samira and mohabbot’s chapter, and very specifically here when they talk for the first time:

“You always ask this many questions?”

“Why?” Samira smirked. “Can’t handle me?”

“Oh, I’m positive I could handle you,” Jack replied in a low, certain voice, adding with a playful smile, “if you wanted me to.”

Samira swallowed thickly, unable to stop the way her eyes fluttered at the insinuation and the weight it held when he was standing so close to her. “If,” she echoed, the word her least favorite subordinating conjunction of them all. It presented too many variables and conditions she did not want to have to account for.

“If,” he repeated, leaning in closer. She couldn’t recall any other boy ever daring to stand so close. He smelled like dried summer sweat, an airy musk that wrapped around her like melted sun and sweet, dewy grass. She started to inch forward, whether to close the gap or to prove she was up to the challenge he seemed to be offering she wasn’t sure. Stepping back, he chuckled, “my concern has more to do with keeping up with you. I’m not sure I’m quick enough.”

Not missing a beat, she replied, “I’ll slow down if you need me to, old man.” A tingling thrill zipped through her nerves like little lightning strikes dancing underneath her skin. She wasn’t usually good at talking to people, let alone making a move. She was the kind of person who could only come up with the right comeback days later upon replaying an event in her head and revising her initial responses. But there was a magnetic pull Jack seemed to have that clung to and brought out the best parts of her. She didn’t feel clueless when talking to him, and she wasn’t just talking… She was flirting. And by the bashful expression that had suddenly overtaken Jack’s face, she was doing it well.

“Alright,” he laughed, shaking his head, “I’m not that old, kiddo.”

“Just too old for this job,” she teased. “This is a more appropriate gig for a teenager.”

“You only think that because you’ve never seen a teenager attempt this gig,” Jack responded. “They don’t have the confidence to work the stage or the crowd to really sell the performance.”

“And you do?”

“You know I do,” Jack said, leaning in again, “otherwise you wouldn’t have watched my whole set.” Before Samira could reply with another quippy retort, he continued, “to answer your earlier question- no. I did not always dream of doing this. I just needed a break from the real world.”

“Why?” Samira caught herself, “wait. No. Sorry. That’s too personal, right?”

Jack chuckled, nodding, “probably, but you don’t strike me as the kind to stop just because you see a line.”

“I’m famous for being too strict about rules, actually,” Samira replied.

“That’s a different thing. Breaking a rule and crossing a line are two different things.”

“How so?”

“Rules are fairly definite,” Jack explained with a shrug, taking another small step forward, “a line is a little more arbitrary, more flexible. You only really cross it if it doesn’t bend for you. I’d venture to guess,” his eyes were on her like a midday summer sun, unforgivingly burning, “the world bends for you, Samira.”

She wanted him to say her name again, liking the way the syllables stuck to the low voice in his throat like raw honey. “Are you saying you’d bend for me, Jack?” She batted her eyes at him subconsciously, angling her head till her mouth was close enough to his face that there was no mistaking the invitation being given. When had they gotten so close? She’d never kissed anyone before, never felt compelled to tangle herself up in the arms of another, but the urge with Jack was second nature to her.

Jack scoffed and shook his head, a cheeky grin spreading across his face as he took a step back and said, “you’re trouble, kiddo.”

When I tell you that 35 year old Jack Abbot is in for the guilt trip of his life next Mohabbot chapter because he’s falling in love with 21 year old Samira Mohan, who is relentless in her pursuit of him… someone pray for him.

Continue reading chapter six on ao3

Catch up from the beginning

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She’s All That / Same Age Mohabbot AU

Where Jack Abbot makes a bet with his friend (frenemy?) Michael Robinavitch about whether or not he can turn the nerdiest, least liked girl in school Samira Mohan into a prom queen.

Only, he falls in love with her along the way.

[etruski]

*yuries your Superman 1978*

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Don’t Wanna Hear the Wedding Bells

Chapter four preview 💍

Author’s Note: chapter four of wedding planner au should post in the next few days, and in the meantime here’s a little excerpt!

Her sudden proximity catches me off guard, and I have to remind myself to keep breathing, that I'm supposed to be the one with the upper hand here because I've caught her, but as she looks up at me I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm the one who's been caught. "I never said I was single."

"No," I agree, nodding, "you only acted like you were. And technically a lie by omission is still a lie, and you knew what you were doing."

"What is that supposed to mean?" she scoffs, head jerking back slightly at the accusation.

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I grab her left hand, relishing the way her pupils dilate in response to my touch and bring her hand slowly up between us until its between our faces. I turn her hand around until the outside of it is facing me, and run my thumb over her fingers, brushing over one knuckle in particular as I say, "Nice ring, Victoria. Beautiful cut, as a matter of fact. It's uh, interesting though, I don't remember you wearing this the night we met. Had Dennis not given it to you yet or…?"

"It w-was a speed-dating event," she says, rolling her eyes as if to tell me she's too cool to react this time, but her voice is a little higher pitched than usual as she stumbles over her words, "I was there to help m-my friend, and I couldn't very well do that if every guy I talked to saw a ring on my finger, so yeah, I took it off, but that doesn't mean anything."

"It means everything," I reply, still holding her hand in mine. It dawns on me suddenly that she's made no attempt to shed my touch off of her.

"You're reading too much into nothing," she mumbles, but there's no edge to her voice.

"Why weren't you wearing your ring, Victoria?" I ask in a hushed tone. She doesn't answer, but we're not in my office anymore in front of her family, meaning I don't have to accept her silence as a professional courtesy. So I don't. It's just the two of us now, hidden enough by Carmen's minivan that no one can see us. "Tell me," I murmur, giving her hand a light tug and pulling her into me, and for a second I think I've won; her breath is shallow and erratic, and her eyes lose their fire as she lets me pull her closer. This close to me, I can practically feel her pulse through her clothes, and I can't help it- my eyes drop to her lips expectantly. My mistake. She catches me, and whatever upper hand I had for a second is totally gone.

She bats her eyes at me, stepping to close whatever gap is left between us, her feet landing on either side of my right leg as she slides forward and straddles my thigh, pushing my back up against the minivan. "Tell you what?" she asks, leaning her face in until we're nose to nose. "what do you want me to say, Mateo?" she says as she lets her weight drop onto me, not enough to constitute a grind, but enough to let me know that she's got me right where she wants me. Now it's my turn to shiver. It's the first time she's said my name all morning, each syllable so sweet on her tongue, and all I want right now is to make her keep saying my name. I'm still holding her hand up, her ring close enough to my face to cut my cheek if she wanted to.

"The truth, Victoria," I manage to reply, trying not to give in to the weight of her. It's a battle of wills now, a waiting game to see who will break first. "You weren't wearing your ring because you're not in love with your fiancé."

"You can't know that," she replies defensively, her eyes narrowing at me.

"I know more than you think," I say.

"Oh yeah? Is that so?" She murmurs, nodding.

I nod back, subconsciously mimicking her. "Yeah."

"Yeah, well," she smirks, and I can't help but smile. She's so cute when she thinks she's winning, though I have to concede that based off of how I'm having a hard time thinking straight, she might actually be winning now. "I know things too."

"And what do you know?"

"I know you wanna kiss me so badly right now, it makes you look stupid."

[hereonthenightcloud]

i love how you write mavadi !

Thank you so much!🩷✨ (This just reminded me I need to finish writing the next chapter of wedding planner au lol, I needed to take a tiny break from both long fics I’m writing so I didn’t burn out, but rest assured a new chapter will post soon!)

What I love exploring with Mavadi is what I think Mateo might be like personally. Victoria is a much more open book on the show, but because we see so little of Mateo there’s a lot left to the imagination. I like to think that his chill guy thing is a carefully crafted facade! Kind of like Wendy on Gravity Falls.

In S2 when Mateo banters with Victoria, there’s a split second moment when he seems thrown off by the fact that she’s not playing along with him, and I’ve taken that and run with it in all of my Mavadi writings because I think that’s a crack in his armor- he is as nervous or awkward as she is at times, he’s just better at hiding it. Which leaves us with the fun question to explore: what happens when he can’t hide it anymore?

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Revisiting old fics, contemplating sequels, and I’ve come to the conclusion that if MMA Fighter Abbot and Coach Mohan were modeled after Rocky and Adrian in my Mohabbot fic The Weary Kind

Then the natural progression is for Abbot to mentor Santos, right? Which would mean in a theoretical land where I write sequels, Trinity Santos and Victoria Javadi would be Adonis Creed & Bianca.

Because Trinity is trying to prove her worth and outrun her trauma, and Victoria is trying to make a name for herself and enjoy what she can before she loses the privilege she has. And Abbot is Santos’ reluctant mentor.

Much to consider.

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Breakaway

A Superhawk Fic

Summary: Since she was fourteen, Kara Zor-El has lived a double life as Kara, normal girl by day, and Lucky, popstar by night. Though her secret was easy to keep when she was younger, she now finds herself struggling to maintain a double life at the age of 23. While caught at a crossroads in her career and personal romantic life- or lack thereof- she reconnects with Kendra Saunders, a girl she went to high school with who likes her for Kara and has no idea about her double life. As their relationship progresses and an opportunity arises for Kara to break out from the shadow of her teen self, Kara wonders if now is the time to finally come clean about who she really is.

Read chapter one on ao3 now

[sundancedrifter]

Official moodboard for my Pitt Spiderman AU!

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Mateo’s insta page in Wedding Planner AU is currently- in his mind- an embarrassing mess. And he has no idea what Victoria’s looks like because her account is private, and she hasn’t accepted his request yet.

And I’m getting a good laugh out of imagining Victoria finally friending him on insta in the next chapter, and him immediately posting these kinds of thirst traps specifically for her:

A boy’s gotta do what he’s gotta do to stop a wedding from happening, you know?

[sundancedrifter]

“We’re gonna get through this. And we’re gonna get through it together.”

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Rewatched Project Hail Mary recently and had a thought:

What if Samira Mohan was best friends with Ryland Grace before he left for space? And what if neither knew that they were in love with the other, that it was more than just friendship between them, until he was in space with no way back to her?

I have this headcanon that Samira’s dad used to take her stargazing, so imagine in this AU that when Ryland leaves she still looks up at the sky, mapping stars, trying to find him, realizing she’s in love with him.

And then Ryland not realizing he’s in love with Samira until he starts sending transmissions home, thinking about who and what he misses, and how he thought he was alone but he wasn’t. He just didn’t realize until it was seemingly too late.

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This interview is making the rounds again on Twitter and

The concept of bisexual Garcia is killing me because Javadi is also most likely bisexual (if we take what actors say in interview as canon, and Shabana has insinuated Javadi is also queer) which means in either scenario (Garsantos or Crashtos) Trinity is experiencing the unique chaos of being in love with a hopeless bi disaster.😭 Someone help her.

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Alrighty! Now that every girl’s first solo chapter has posted in Where You Going, Sunshine? I can talk moodboards and character analysis!

So, because Victoria is mentally in a very different place from everyone else, I wanted her moodboard to stand out as well. See how Trinity, Emma, Samira are warm colored while Victoria is cool?

While all of the other girls are having a warm, yellow sort of summer, Victoria is lost in a stormy blue. I wanted her to stand out visually from the girls in the moodboards just as much as she’s standing out emotionally in the fic, because she’s not in sync with them anymore. So one of the questions we’re seeking to answer in this fic is: will Victoria find her way back to the sun of her friends? Or will she end up forever lost in the sea of her grief?

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Chapter Update: Where You Going, Sunshine? ☀️

A Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants AU

Read from the beginning on ao3 Fic Playlist

Chapter Seven: Victoria heads to Miami to work as a coach at a volleyball camp, and develops some bad coping mechanisms. What's a lonely girl to do?

Read chapter seven here

Fic Summary: Samira, Trinity, Emma, and Victoria have been best friends since the fourth grade, and though their bond has been unbreakable, the summer before their senior year of college brings about changes that make the girls worry about what their futures- together and apart- will hold. Samira’s mom is getting remarried, and selling her childhood home against her wishes. Trinity and Victoria haven’t recovered from a devastating fight no one knows the details of, and are determined to spend the summer as far apart as possible. And with unconfirmed rumors of an engagement swirling, Emma’s boyfriend is taking her, her grandma, and her three brothers to visit Guadeloupe to meet her deceased mom’s family for the first time. Worried about growing apart from the friends she’s held dear for most of her life, Emma proposes the girls continue their tradition of mailing each other letters and their trusted, shared denim jacket throughout the summer. Though skeptical the jacket has any magic left to share, the girls agree to one last summer of snail mail.