Rules: Share the first lines of 10 of your latest fics, and tag others.
(except idk, tag yourselves, I'm no good at these games and everyone I would tag has already been tagged or doesn't have 10 fics yet. Also I cheated a little with "Yes, And"; the excerpt is from the start of the ""episode"" and not the recap.)
friends and foes and princes
Let it never be said that Jake English hesitates to jump into the fray. Before you know what's happening, you're sprinting towards the sound of shouting, rounding the corner into an alleyway, when you spot the culprit. A burly Alpha has a pissed-off Omega pinned against the wall, and he's shouting about something that you can't quite make out. Despite the spittle hitting his face, the Omega stands his ground, brow furrowed, eyes darting to the sides for an escape route, when he spots you.
April 13th, 2009 would become known at the day the alien invasion began, not with enemy fire, but with a boy on the cusp of teenagerhood.
Feferi remembers the first time she laid eyes on John. At the time, Her Imperious Condescension still saw Feferi as a worthy heiress, fit to ascend the throne... when she was good and done with it. And Feferi was happy to let her think that. She just wishes...
3. more like feeling everything at once
As you stand there at the bus stop, watching the back of the bus trundle down the road, you realize that you may have been a few minutes too late.
"We love your work, you've got the makings of something great here, and you've put in a commendable effort towards making it marketable. But it's just missing a certain something to appeal to a wider audience."
Studio execs never know their ass from their elbow.
Your name is Dave Strider, and for the third time in a row, your spec script for sbahj: the 1th moviev has been rejected for incredibly unclear reasons. You don't get it. They loved your student films. They flat-out admit you have a property that can make money as proven by the pages of balance sheets in your messenger bag. But they just refuse to take the leap, citing some vague lack of 'something'. Well, how the fuck are you supposed to add 'something' if they don't tell you what it is they're looking for? You're starting to think they're just blowing you off for fun and games.
Teen+ / Major Character Death
When the doorbell rings, John hops out of bed and barrels downstairs. He has no idea how long he was staring at the ceiling this time, and he's glad for a distraction. He expects to run into Dad halfway there, but the man is nowhere to be seen. Well, that makes things easy. He doesn't even know who it is; he just needs something to break up the monotony.
Opening the door, Dave stands there looking off into the distance, but he turns and gives John a nod, the kind that's just a flick of the chin. "Sup."
"Hey! I didn't know you were coming by! Did you text me?" John can hardly contain himself; of all the people he could have hoped to see at the door, Dave was at the bottom of the list. Pulling his phone out of his pockets, he checks his texts message. Just Jade asking him something about flowers ("chrysanthemums or poppies?" is all she says, as if John is supposed to know!) and nothing from Dave. He shrugs and stuffs the phone back in his pocket. "Whatever. You're here! You wanna play a game or something?"
5. its not about the cake (OF COURSE IT'S ABOUT THE CAKE)
"It's not even his birthday yet, dude."
Karkat shoots him a sidelong glare, then turns back to the recipe book. "We're getting ahead of things. Are the words planning and forethought anywhere in your personal dictionary, or did you eject those ideas in favor of filling that space with useless drivel and non-sequitur excuses for jokes?"
The kitchen in their apartment is actually rather quite nice, courtesy John insisting that they live somewhere off-campus. It was the right choice, overall. Too bad neither Dave nor Karkat really know how to make use of it. They haven't even started cooking properly yet, and there's already salt and grated cheese everywhere.
"Okay but this was your idea," Dave mutters with a shrug as he leans back against the counter uselessly. He's wearing the frilly pink apron that he bought John as a joke-housewarming gift. John's never worn it— it was never meant to be worn— but it's doing its job now, if the spaghetti sauce already splattered on the front is any indication. "Bee tee dubs, you still got that little visor? It's hella cute, dawg."
"Tea is more civilized, and you know it!" Jake protests, throwing up his hands in consternation. "And besides that, it tastes better."
"Coffee has a higher success rate in boosting energy," Dirk retorts, barely glancing up at Jake from the ship's controls. "And it does not taste any better. Tea is just hot leaf water. Bitter, hot leaf water, that doesn't even give you that much of a boost. Back me up, Hal."
"I'm sorry, Dirk, but I'm afraid I can't do that," Hal's modulated voice crackles over the ship's speakers. "I lack any semblance of taste receptors, and Jake has a point. While coffee may provide a quick boost, the L-theanine in tea slows the uptake of caffeine into the body, resulting in a more sustained energy boost over time. And as much as I hate to hand English the win, I hate to hand it to you even more. Ergo, I am siding with Jake on this."
yo what is up lodan or should i say lo-damn am i right because damn nothing ever happens around here. its your favorite dj ready to rock your world or at least get you to smile and nod like that one well meaning uncle at the family christmas party. he always tells the worst jokes but hes a nice dude yknow. that aside what is up you know me but if you don't what are you even doing with your life. my name is dave. dave strider. and i am here to deliver the most riveting local gossip straight into your brain for immediate absorption. were talking choice news delivered suppository style. seriously youre gonna want to hear this shit so dont turn that dial clean the gunk outta your ears and if its your turn with the wailing man tell him to shut up for like five damn minutes. little respect is all a guy is asking for.
first off i wanna give a warm lodan welcome to my future husband john egbert. no really. no idea what i see in the guy he looks like a total dweeb but hes here so i guess im about to find out.
8. shoot the moon and miss completely
Midnight. The full moon, radiant in the cloudless sky against a backdrop of glittering stars, blankets the world in its ethereal silver light. The earthy scent of soil and moss, of wet stone and decomposing leaves, fills the hunter's senses, and he breathes it in along with the warm summer air. Crickets chirp blithely, and somewhere, peeper frogs call out in an ardent chorus.
Jacob Harley has been a monster hunter since birth, but more practically, since he was 5 and picked up his first rifle. It's been many moons and many seasons since that day; decades have passed, threatening to dull his senses with each second slipping through the hourglass. But he refuses to allow that to happen. Good breeding and studious upkeep have kept his eyesight sharp, his hearing keen, and his mental faculties as well-tuned as a masterwork clock. His heart beats strong in his ears, but he's long since learned to tune it out and listen for the things that matter.
9. loosen my strings to feel more like you
"You know John, I was wondering—"
Jake pushes open the door to John's room, only to stop in his tracks as they stare at each other in shock.
It was only a few weeks ago that they moved in together, just two bachelors tired of living alone and deciding they'd had enough of that. It was John's idea, actually; Jake could never be so bold. And yet here he is, barging into John's room, in what he can only imagine is the second most awkward moment, where first place is taken by a scenario where there's a third party in the room.
10. i'm only lost if you don't look for me
You can't remember a time when you weren't unwanted.
You're being marched through thick stands of trees and underbrush that scrapes angry red lines into your shins and calves.
They call themselves children of the Lord of the Wilds. They call themselves Dreamers, in his image. They took you in when they found you, a toddler ambling around a wolf's den, though why, you have no idea. Why you were there, nor why they took you in. Ironic that they'd have bothered saving you, just to put you in the position you're in now. Did they actually save you, or did they just resign you to a fate worse than being raised as a wolf-child?
You had a leather bracelet when they found you, far too big for a toddler. It read 'DIRK' and so they decided that it was your name, and that you would become a Dreamer, like them.
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