#Snippet

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

is there anyyyy chance we can get another c70 snippet for CYOA even though you've been keeping us so well fed already :)) (im a greedy impatient little rat rubbing my claws together)

Have the whole first scene. The Zoom call scene is giving me major trouble and I know it'll come right in the end but sometimes this happens and I get blocked and I have to go and work on something else to get un-blocked. Hence noob. But yeah. First scene. Under the cut. Go nuts and use protection.

Private WhatsApp Chat Resumed: Tuesday 29th March, 2022, 00:06 Members: Lily Evans, James Potter

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Lily Evans: I'm meant to be getting ready for work but I'm distracted because I'm so excited about tonight and this is the third time in a row that I've walked into the kitchen and forgotten what I went in there for. Just letting you know that this is the woman you've chosen to pitch your tent with, as it were. I hope you're sleeping, though!

James Potter: 'fraid not, my sweet

Lily Evans: Up after midnight, I see. What WOULD your mother think?

James Potter: she'd think something deeply uncomplimentary, yet i roam the night like the maverick i am also i wanted to be able to say good morning to you when you woke up so good morning

Lily Evans: Oh, I SEE

James Potter: see what?

Lily Evans: Your hypocrisy (affectionate)

James Potter: lol am i in trouble?

Lily Evans: Well, yes, James, because you wouldn't let ME stay up late to wait for you last night!

James Potter: because YOU had work in the morning!

Lily Evans: The double standard you apply is appalling, quite frankly.

James Potter: have a heart, evans do you know how many eerie cardboard cutouts are knocking around in this house? taylor lautner scared the shit out of me when i got up to go to the loo last night i've hidden him under my bed for the sake of my sanity, but what if i go to sleep and he comes to life in the darkness and kills me? kills me dead

Lily Evans: There's no full moon for another couple of weeks, so I think you'll be safe from Taylor Lautner.

James Potter: if i was a cruel man i'd tell sirius you said that and then you'd have to put up with a lengthy rant on twilight lore and learn why a full moon is not in fact relevant to taylor lautner's particular brand of lycanthropy

Lily Evans: If you were a cruel man, we would not be together and the dream I had last night would have been VERY different.

James Potter: oh?

Lily Evans: Yes OH

James Potter: you had a dream? about little old me?

Lily Evans: I did.

James Potter: what happened in it?

Lily Evans: What do you think happened in it?

James Potter: i'd rather you told me

Lily Evans: Then as much as I'd love to tell you that it was unadulterated filth, the truth is it was actually pretty mushy.

James Potter: even better

Lily Evans: Really?

James Potter: yeah of course not that i wouldn't be powerless to resist you if you only wanted to use me for my body like i was your slutty little errand boy

Lily Evans: Hot

James Potter: but i'd be pretty gutted if that was the sole basis of my appeal

Lily Evans: I didn't fall for you because you're a hot piece of ass, I promise. I mean, it helped. It's plagued me. It's kept me up at night. But that wasn't why. You know that wasn't why.

James Potter: i know or at least, i'm slowly getting used to it trying to remember to believe it surreal as it still seems

Lily Evans: I can keep reminding you, if you want.

James Potter: i won't turn reminders down if you're offering, but don't feel like you have to go out of your way

Lily Evans: Did you really have NO idea that I had feelings for you until just recently? Because honestly, I remember looking back over our texts after we fell out and feeling so humiliated about how obvious I'd been about it. When I was in Paris I was convinced that you knew how I felt and hadn't told me about Skylar out of pity.

James Potter: i guess the simple answer is no? i didn't know but then when i asked remus to ask beatrice if you did have feelings for me and she denied it, i felt angry about it in a way that didn't really make sense like i'd been misled somehow so now that i think about it, i think i was aware of it on a completely instinctual level, but i wrote it off as my own stupid hopefulness then we had that fight and i was convinced that you definitely WEREN'T interested but then we made up and a day or two later it started to feel possible again idk why, really

Lily Evans: Could it possibly have something to do with the fact that even though I had some valid gripes about the excuses Remus fed me, I was still disproportionately upset about you getting some other girl off?

James Potter: i think you were justified to be as upset as you were but maybe? whatever it was, i'd started to feel a bit hopeful again, and then you showed me your tattoo and then i sort of knew

Lily Evans: You know what's actually quite funny about that?

James Potter: ?

Lily Evans: It's only because of Skylar that I even showed you that tattoo in the first place.

James Potter: really??

Lily Evans: I'd stalked her online and she was so, you know

James Potter: what?

Lily Evans: She's just very Out There, I guess? In a way that I admire, like good for her, honestly, it's very Beatrice of her and not routinely something I'm ever jealous of because other women aren't more attractive than I am to spite me. But she had all those pretty selfies and bendy yoga poses and was just like, effortlessly beachy and provocative in a way that I just can't be because I'm not that flexible and I could burn beneath a 4 watt bulb, and there were hundreds of thirsty comments from drooling wanking disgusting aubergine emoji-toting men, and I've never been That, you know? It's why it upsets me so much when Kingsley tells me I'm adorable, or pretty in a virtuous Sunday school teacher kind of way, because I'd never really found myself confronted with anything that refuted that, I've never truly believed that I could be an object of lust to anybody. But I really wanted you to see me that way.

James Potter: i've always seen you that way i think you're every kind of gorgeous there is, but even i don't know what the hell kingsley's been getting at yeah, you could wear a long white gown and stand pensively on a clifftop with the wind billowing in your hair and look like a princess in a storybook, and some renaissance artist should DEFINITELY paint you on the ceiling of a chapel but you are HOT AND, you've been my sole masturbation fantasy for as long as i've known you

Lily Evans: WHAT REALLY?

James Potter: yeah, i'm pathetically loyal to the women i pine over

Lily Evans: REALLY though??

James Potter: i want you VERY badly, evans on your back, on all fours, on my face it's not going to stop

Lily Evans: Not even once you've had me?

James Potter: i'll want you more

Lily Evans: God, you keep making my knees weak.

James Potter: good, that's all i've ever aspired to

Lily Evans: I want you too, you know. I want you all the time, so much I can feel it everywhere, it's like it's clinging to me and won't come off. URGH I wish we could have our Zoom call now and I didn't have to go to stupid WORK!

James Potter: do you have to leave now?

Lily Evans: Pretty much, yeah. This caterer who wants to be featured on the site is wooing your mum with a fancy breakfast and she's turned it into a morning social event for the staff, so I said I'd get in by 8:45 to see that it's all set up properly, which means I'm already late. Might order an Uber tbh.

James Potter: you do too much for her

Lily Evans: She pays me pretty well for it.

James Potter: though i suppose you do get a lovely breakfast out of the deal and i want that for you you deserve treats

Lily Evans: Sure, except I'll be having breakfast with your mother and thinking non-stop about how the only treat I really want right now is to sit on your face.

James Potter: give it a few months and we can start so many of our mornings that way

Lily Evans: REALLY?

James Potter: i did say you deserved to be feasted on, didn't i?

Lily Evans: You do realise that I need to be physically able to LEAVE the house, right? I can't very well swoon my way to the office. Not in these heels, anyway.

James Potter: do i get a hall mirror selfie before you leave?

Lily Evans: I'll send a selfie if you will.

James Potter: <image attachment>

Lily Evans: GOD THANK YOU* for once again being SHIRTLESS** *I just bit my own tongue **please ALWAYS be shirtless

James Potter: i usually am when i'm at home i don't wander around in public like this i promise

Lily Evans: I must reiterate that I really DID fall for you because you're a wonderful person, I swear

James Potter: it's enough that you fell for me at all at least it will be, once i've gotten the selfie i was promised

Lily Evans: Fair warning, I'm fully dressed.

James Potter: it's alright, i'm imagining you naked most of the time anyway

Lily Evans: <image attachment>

James Potter: fucking hell

Lily Evans: What?

James Potter: you're just you're so fuck lily you need to get going for work NOW before i crack and make you get yourself off again

Lily Evans: What if I want you to make me?

James Potter: LILY

Lily Evans: Okay okay I'm going!

[uniasus]

They hadn’t noticed his change in behavior, but Jazz had and told. Like the scientists they are, they went looking for evidence. And like the people they are, they ignored the source.

“I just don’t understand why his grades are slipping! Danny’s always done okay in school. But look, his assignments are a C at best, and this quarterly report card? And this message for us Jazz never gave us about his attendance?” Maddie says.

“Maybe he found a girl!” Jack chuckles, but it’s halfhearted. Danny doesn’t know if that’s an attack on his sexuality or attractiveness.

They continue to toss ideas back and forth. Danny sinks further and further into a ball as they list off one negative hypothesis after another. School was too hard. He developed a sudden medical condition.

He resists the urge to snort. Danny had had a shift in his medical condition – he’d died and come back to life. But suddenly being dead and having powers isn’t why Danny is struggling. It’s the fights. The drive to protect Amity Park. It’s ghosts floating through the portal, at 2pm and 2am.

It’s the new worry about the security system activating or trying not to flinch as his parents attribute negative idea after negative idea to ghosts and explain all the progressively more violent inventions they have created – from ghost locators to ghost traps, and now, to ghost destroyers.

He bites his lip. His parents have escalated in their guesses of what Danny's deal is, the ideas getting worse and worse. He's joined a gang. He's turned into a bully. As if Danny truly is a seriously troubled kid. As if they truly believe he'd dive into illegal activity.

“Should we search his room? For drugs?”

“I don’t know, Jack. That sounds like an invasion of privacy, but maybe. I still can’t believe we missed all of this.”

Danny remembers his sister’s proud look after the fight with Spectra and Bertrand. There was no reason for her to direct that to Phantom, to the point where he had wondered if she’d figured it out. But no. After a heartbeat, she ran away screaming about ghosts.

Danny squeezes his eyes shut, tears beading in his lashes. He wants his parents to not assume the worst of him. He wants Jazz to know his secret. He wants, more than anything, understanding and acceptance and the benefit of the doubt.

He knows he won’t get it.

Good Vibrations on Ao3

[theawkwardwriter2810]

In yall's opinion what would actually happen if Tim didn't intervene as Robin. Like we know that Batman was getting more violent and Tim was there to help curb that when he became Robin, so if Tim didn't become Robin and Jason still died, what would have happened to Bruce.

.......Asking for a friend [scoots unfinished fanfiction underneath the carpet]

[airas-story]

So, I'm going to need a sequel to my last prompt (Tony bringing up his kids) where Stephen actually meets Harley. Because that seems like it would be chaos, and I'm all for that lol

Thank you <3

Sequel to this one.

“You don’t have to do this,�� Tony said, tone careful.

Stephen frowned. “This is important to you.”

“There will be other opportunities,” Tony said. “We’ve been dating less than a year and… well…”

It was tempting to take the out. But Stephen was serious about Tony. If Tony was suggesting Stephen meet ‘one of the kids’ then Tony was serious about him. Stephen wasn’t going to ruin this by letting himself get scared off by a pre-teen.

“I want to do this.”

Tony examined him, then nodded. “Come on, then.” He pushed into the living room and Stephen followed him through. Pepper was talking to a woman while two kids wandered around the room.

“Sorry I’m late,” Tony said. “You’re looking fantastic, Rose!”

The woman laughed, turning to hug Tony. “Charming as always, Tony.” She pulled back. “Thanks for letting us use your place as home base. Harley and Abby have been talking about this trip for months.” She glanced at the two kids—Harley was now glaring at Stephen—and sighed. “I think Harley’s more excited about finally getting a chance to see your labs, though.”

Tony grinned. “Can’t blame him, there. Don’t worry, I won’t let him perish away in my lab. He’ll get a proper tourist experience. I hope you’ll let me show you and the kids some of the lesser known treasures of New York?”

“We’re counting on it,” Rose said.

“Who are you?” Harley asked, voice brusque, still glaring at Stephen.

“Harley,” Rose sighed. “That’s not how—”

“I’m Doctor Stephen Strange,” Stephen said. “Tony’s boyfriend.”

Harley wrinkled his nose in disgust. “A doctor?” He looked at Tony. “You’re dating a doctor?”

“There something wrong with that?” Tony asked, amused. 

Harley scoffed. “I doubt he understands a thing about engineering.”

Stephen didn’t think that was the dealbreaker Harley was making it out to be. He knew plenty about any number of Tony’s other interests.

“Not a thing,” Tony agreed. “But he’s got a few redeeming qualities.”

“A few—” Stephen cut off, glaring at Tony. “Seriously?”

Tony leaned in for a kiss. “A few,” he repeated.

“Can he even shoot a potato gun?” Harley asked.

Stephen gaped. “Why would I need to shoot a potato gun?”

Harley wrinkled his nose while Tony laughed. “How about you teach him while you’re here, Harley? Stephen would love to learn.”

Stephen would not actually. But… He sighed. “Why not?”

[ask-elliot-doorman-fam]

Tera woke up feeling like the world was swirling.

At first, she thought it was a dream, another fake hangover, but then she felt Spectre and Kiara...

Nope. No dream. And she was about to hurl.

She leaps up from the bed and gets to the bathroom just in time to wretch into the basin. Just oil, so nothing should've been wrong but-

She still felt dizzy, she hovered over the wooden basin, stomach feeling like it was turning inside out.

"What the fuck did we eat?"

Tera responds by coughing and then wretching again, her core hurt, her whole fucking chest hurt.

She whines. Mirror wraps the tail around Tera's hair and pulls it back out of her face. "Damn. Breathe Girl."

She panted, each sharp intake of breath feeling like agony.

After 5 minutes of puking her guts out. It's over.

"Uuugh..."

She wipes her mouth and just wants to lay on the cold floor, so she does, face down. "Holy shit."

" I will go through our meals the last 72 hours to see what did that... and then we will avoid it."

"Agree..."

[swaps55]

🎉

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

For you, a snippet.

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Inside the lab, Shepard sits cross-legged on one of the workstations, wedged between a microscope and a robotic arm identical to the one Miranda had depended upon so heavily for some of the more delicate biosynthetic manipulations in Shepard’s spine. Strange so see him slouched beside it, alive, functioning, and digging his hand into a bowl of assorted nutrient chips, apparently sorting them by color and only eating the blue ones. He eyes Miranda when she walks in, but continues their conversation without a greeting. 

“I’m just saying that if the collectors were singing Gilbert and Sullivan at me while trying to paralyze me and shove me in a pod, maybe they’d be more effective.”

Solus squints at a holo-projection of a collector illuminating the center station. “Said in jest, but not inaccurate. Collectors lack ability to adapt, iterate. No community. No creativity. No diverse input. Could be an advantage.”

Shepard pops a chip in his mouth then perches another one on his elbow and studies it. A whiff of ozone fills the air as he flicks it with a finger, sending it sailing across the room into his overturned helmet, which rests perilously close to Solus’ elbow. Chip shrapnel surrounds it, all orange-colored.   

“One we can’t use if we can’t get through that damned relay.”

“I’ll worry about the relay,” Miranda speaks up, stepping further into the lab. “You worry about what we do when we’re on the other side.”

He continues toying with the gravity well as he preps another chip. Miranda rolls a shoulder at the discomfort of it. No wonder he’s turning them into ammunition; they’re designed for optimized nutrition on groundside missions, not for casual snacking, and they taste accordingly.

“Your boss is worrying about the relay, and I don’t trust your boss,” Shepard tells the chip. This one misses. Solus watches the flash of corona with apparent academic interest before going back to his work, even more focused than before.

She asks him something that on any other night, after any other mission, she only would have asked the Lazarus subject. Not the real thing. “Do you trust me?”

He shoots her a look she can’t read, hops off the table and begins to pace a loop around the lab. Miranda straightens her shoulders so he can’t see her deflate.

Your timing is always…suboptimal, her father whispers.

Solus steps away from his console, avoiding Shepard’s path, and nonchalantly scoops up the abandoned ration bowl. Deftly, he circles around and sets it down on the desk behind him. Almost as an afterthought, he straightens a pile of datapads and moves them to the far corner. Before he goes back to work, Solus sweeps the chip casualties into Shepard’s helmet and then makes a note on a datapad.

“Link between collectors, protheans, and reapers new element,” he says. “Need time to study data.”

“I don’t have time,” Shepard mutters.

She opens her mouth to say something, but it hasn’t taken her long to learn that black expression is a brick wall.

On his next pass around the lab he hoists himself up onto the desk behind Solus, ignoring the chair in favor of the slot Solus had cleared for him. For several seconds he kicks his feet. Noticing the relocated bowl, he pops another blue chip in his mouth, then selects an orange one and flicks it at his helmet with a spark.

[jupiterpiss]

it’s cool how your virginity loss remmick fic could be seen as a prequel to the toxic ex one :p

This anon post is lowkey funny idk why but it is. But wish no more my friend! Here’s a small snippet of an ACTUAL prequel.. or sequel? Technically it’s a sequel, the one shots or wtv don’t realllyyy count.

MAN OF THE YEAR!

Title inspired by really shitty boyfriend’s on tiktok.

Remmick hates what you’ve made him.

Hates what he’s become.

This sad, pathetic whimpering fool who can’t seem to move on, who can’t seem to get a fucking grip on anything. He thinks this might be the hell those foolish men spoke of. The kind that sucks your spirit right out of you, forces rot into your bones and a deep ache into your chest that will never heal.

He thinks this is what poets and sculptors, the ones that create passages about everlasting love and curve the figure of women into stone, are speaking of when explaining the ache of love. The misery of being caught up in something so all consuming it drains you.

You have dug your way into every crevice of his being, sunk your teeth into his soul and have claimed it as yours. You have bewitched him, cursed him to be anchored to you for all eternity, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do it back to you.

An act of revenge, for stripping him of all his personal thoughts and beliefs, stripping him of any peace while you prance into every waking thought of his.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip, nails scrape into the skin of his palm as he holds back the urge to curse you out.

The night is quiet, lonely. The silence sits heavy, and he’s forced to hear every crunch of his footfall as he treks along the dirt road. It’s far past midnight, the night is growing stale, but your scent still lingers in the mud under his feet. It’s no longer strong, but if he sniffs hard enough, he can catch the scent of summer, lavender and anxiety wrapped in one.

You. Oh so so you.

He feels a lick of homesickness, something that is always buzzing in him but has been dulled to a faint vibration in his bones. Like a fly that never leaves.

But you make it worse, make him feel like a child desperately searching for its comfort toy, its blanket. Maybe even a pacifier.

No.

Not even— to dilute you down to a ‘comfort’ object doesn’t sit well with him, so he scrapes that idea. But still, he feels lost. And lonely. And sick.

All of which he wouldn’t be feeling if you just fucking stayed. And he feels it again, then, the wash of anger, that swish of madness and despair. Like venom being punctured into his veins, heat crawling up his spine and a heavy weight of pain landing into his chest.

So he blames you for what he does next, for the small house he goes to and ruins. A young man and his wife, a newly wed couple he supposes, living in a quaint little home out in the middle of nowhere. With a small garden, apple trees and a barn not too far from their residence.

Fuckers.

[trixierosewrites]

Snippet Sunday

The lock on the bathroom door was flimsy, but at least it was a lock. He had called her Elle. The man that was her husband—that must be her husband—had called her Elle. She could still feel his lips on hers, no matter how much she wiped her mouth, and finally, she looked in the mirror. This was the thing: the woman in the mirror wasn't her. This was the other thing: the woman in the mirror wasn't not her. Her afro, with its tight coils she so loved, was gone in place of a perm. Her aquiline nose was now small and snub. Her lips were fuller, her eyes were smaller, and her eyelashes seemed to come naturally curled. Her ears no longer stuck out as much, and neither did her teeth. Despite it all, it was still her face, just—changed. Something was wrong. She did not feel like Elle, and that man did not feel like her husband, and she was not this woman in the mirror. And yet she also remembered that she was Elle, that that man was her husband, and that this was her house. Some part of her said that she loved him, but the only thing she felt was a nauseating fear. Harry, she thought. His name was Harry. He was making breakfast, and she was expected.

A continuation of Paper Thin—I've found I really love this story and so the brainworms got me :)

The premise of this is, essentially, that an aro woman wakes up in a life that's wrong, including things where her features are all wrong, and she's married :D (It is, of course, a horror story.)

Taglist: @callmelyrae

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[fire-fox88rin]

Snippet of my canon-compliant fic, where Lance and Keith (with colorblindness) first find the Red lion!

It makes me so happy just how many people read/liked my idea, I was smiling like a kid after christmas morning for the last couple of days

The whole fic is unfinished due to ao3 writer curse (after a month I posted it, I have to move out from my parent's house to go to uni in another city and I'm still doing the paperwork. But I'll try to write some short-fics to improve my writing skills!)

Keith walked towards it, put his hand to the barrier, keeping his eyes on the lion’s as he talked to it softly:

/Lance POV/

I turned and there it was! A 20 feet tall, vivid red lion robot, sitting behind a force field that beamed in a faint scarlet light.

- Bingo. Let’s get out of here, open up!

I counted 5 mississippies but nothing happened.

Keith stared up at it, confused but his voice was still calm and sweet, like he was talking to an actual cat.

-It’s me! Keith. Your buddy!

No reaction.

He started to get pissed, frustration spilling from his words.

-It’s meeee. KEITH!- he was shouting now

- I. AM. YOUR. PA-LA-DIN!

He let out an agonizing groan while tilting his head back.

-You sure it’s the Red Lion? -he turned towards me.

-How many red lion robots do you see hanging around?

He furrowed his eyebrows even deeper.

-It’s just—Allura said I should get the red one right?

-What are we talking about!?- I flung my arms up- you even saw a projection of it in the castle! What else do you want, a name tag?

-I can’t see it okay!!?- he yelled back at me, his chalk-white face turning into a shade of furious pink.

I was starting to lose my nerves too, having to argue about something so stupid while aliens were trying to get in and probably kill us.

-What do you mean you can’t see it!?- I gesticulated at the robot,

- Es un puto roj—it’s, it’s a red hugeass lion spacerobot, right in front of us!

-I can see it’s here. But…- he sighed and hid his face in one hand just like Shiro

-I’m just—colorblind.

I have Protanopia, I can’t recognise red and green shades, okay? So now I’m looking at a dark poop brown lion that won’t fucking open up, when I’M TRYING TO BOND WITH THEM!

He banged his hands on the force field again, trying to break through.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, putting on a calmer manner.

-Okay–uhmm—so this is the red lion Allura was talking about. She also said that you’ll have to earn it’s respect? Sooo maybe we should just calm down a little and-

KABOOMMM

The door blasted up, filling the air with suffocating smoke and opening the way for a small army of alien robots.

Keith having protanopia is both my funniest/ironic and heartwarming trope!

First of all, it's logical from his galra heritage! Cats have dichromatic vision, which is really similar to human's red-green color blindness.

If Keith is insensitive to red hues, his vision would consist of more yellows and blues, while red/green colors would appear more muddy

Now imagine:

-Keith picking out an outfit for his Shiro rescue mission so he could blend in. Not realising his dark-brownish jacket is infact vivid red. Making him the most noticable object within a mile! (Plus his mullet ofcourse😆)

-Keith taking Lance's jacket by accident and only realising his mistake when the put's it on and the clothing reaches this knee. (Preferable everyone's watching and wheezing from laughter)

-Keith being sleep deprived and mistaking the Green Lion for Red, banging on the force field again. Lance is the one who goes up to him, asking (calmly) what's the problem

-Lance has a muted/gray tone of blue eyes, so most people just doesn't remember his eye color or doesn't notices. Then Keith mentions it casually one day, like the most common fact. You see, for Keith who already sees the world in more vivid blues and yellows, Lance's eyes are the most comforting warm blues he ever saw. (And it becomes his fav color)

- He sees the marmora armour more bluish than purple, and it just reminds him how much he wants to see his favourite shade of blue...

[gege-wondering-around]

Monday WIP

the sweet @dontcallpanic tagged me for this and, even if late, im here to deliver with another piece of the ghost AU

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Just when he was about to take the last turn Laura sighed softly, indicating the end was near and that Stiles would soon find out about the man’s fate; somehow, it seemed an oddly familiar story despite the diverges it had from his mother’s version.

“Therefore at last, her gift must be appreciated or both hearts she’ll take away. But no such deed shall be done, for she believed the man to be still pure of heart and worthy of her precious son.”

“And in the mist of all nights, she took sweet delight in watching her plan unfold before her very own eyes.”

By the time she was done Stiles had already parked the Jeep and was about to jump out when she uttered the last word, just to look her way and find her elsewhere; she was patiently waiting for him at the entry, a smile on her face. It didn’t look forced so Stiles made quick work to reach her. It was past dinner time and he didn’t feel like cooking.

When he finally approached her after fishing out his keys and locking the Jeep, he couldn't help but share his thoughts. “My mom used to tell me a similar bedtime story when I was a kid. Yours is different…” He opened the door and let her in first, while they both headed for his bedroom upstairs once he locked the entrance; good thing his father had a night shift to cover. 

“Yours is kinda sad, also why is the moon so cruel? I don’t like this version of the story.” He quietly admitted once he changed his clothes, Laura giving him some privacy by watching out the window and listening attentively. 

“In my mom’s,” he continued as he slipped in bed once he was ready and Laura faced him, “the man didn’t have much of any trouble finding his lover ‘cause the moon was kind enough to lend him a hand.” He didn’t explain further about the subject, observing how his friend was staring out the window while her gaze was elsewhere.

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im gonna tag @jadezdominion @patolemus @seaweed-water (thank to all of you and i hope you like this snippet cause the word is SLOWLY coming to life - emphasis on the slowly)

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

noob C9 snippet (yes already!)

Bacon4Algernon: bit early but i'm online whenever you lot are

Josie: Off kitchen duty, are you?

Bacon4Algernon: oh no it's you

Josie: Yep. Me. Maleficent herself.

Bacon4Algernon: how awkward that it's just us here because (hang on and i'll check my script) i hate you

Josie: I was worried that my hate was unrequited so this really sets me at ease, thanks.

Bacon4Algernon: that might make it less uncomfortable, actually mutual hatred

Josie: Yeah it's the worst when you despise someone and they think you're pretty alright, actually.

[uniasus]

From atop a nearby building, Skulker stands up. A bazooka on his shoulder aimed at Phantom.

Phantom lets out a sound of alarm before it hits him straight in the chest. He goes crashing to the ground. Jazz tries to catch him, but Maddie tackles her, rolling them both out of the way.

“Ow,” Phantom says, flat on his back in the middle of the street.

Maddie scrambles for the ecto gun. Jazz rushes to Phantom’s side.

Sure, Jazz might have discovered Danny's secret already, but this could have been the moment instead. Because that’s Danny’s nose. Danny’s cheeks. Danny’s expression of pain. His eyes may be green, his hair may be white and moving, and he may be glowing enough to throw off the contours of his face, but Jazz knows her little brother.

“Danny-” Jazz says.

His eyes go wide, looking up at her.

"What?" Maddie says.

She's standing a yard away, feet apart as she aims. Phantom's already hurt, there's a rip in his suit near the left bottom of his rib cage, and Maddie has the weapon trained on that spot perfectly. Phantom tips his head back to look at her. He doesn't go pale, but his glow dims.

Jazz can see Maddie's arms tremble as they lock eyes, because this close? Yeah. Maddie recognizes her son. Phantom isn't ten feet away in the air; he isn't moving fast. He's still and staring and a foot away –

Phantom rolls, knocking out Jazz's legs, to avoid another blast from Skulker's new toy.

Good Vibrations on Ao3

[writersbloxx]

Body Language

When someone is...

Sad

Face/Body:

Avoidant/reduced eye contact

Drooping eyelids

Downcast eyes

Frowning

Raised inner ends of eyebrows

Dropped or furrowed eyebrows

Quivering lip/biting lip

Wrinkled nose

Voice:

Soft pitch

Low lone

Pauses/hesitant speech

Quiet/breathy

Slow speech

Voice cracks/breaking voice

Gestures/Posture:

Slouching/lowered head

Rigid/tense posture

Half formed/slow movement

Fidgeting or clasped hands

Sniffing or heavy swallows

Self soothing gestures (running hands over the arms, hand over heart, holding face in palms, etc)

[airas-story]

Is this story over?

https://www.tumblr.com/airas-story/785755751132053504/can-we-have-the-next-part-of-that-story-where?source=share

If not I'd like a sequel!

I certainly didn't consider it over! Sequel to parts one, two, three, four, and five.

Stephen woke to the feel of eyes on him. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know Tony was watching him. Of course, the fact that it was a new staple to their mornings made that an easy guess. Tony watched him more now then he had before, as though he could see into Stephen’s soul and into their past. “Good morning, sweetheart,” Stephen murmured.

“Hmm. Sweetheart,” Tony repeated. “I wouldn’t have guessed I was a sweetheart person.”

Stephen cracked open an eye to take in Tony’s expression. It looked thoughtful. Tony had enjoyed the endearment before. Stephen remembered the first time he’d called Tony sweetheart, the way Tony’s eyes had widened in surprise, and then softened with warmth. “If you don’t like—”

Tony shook his head. “No,” he said. “I like it. I’m surprised I like it, true, but I do like it.” He shifted, setting his chin on crossed arms. “Do I have a term of endearment for you?”

That made Stephen laugh. As though Tony would ever limit himself to one. “What do you think?”

Tony wrinkled his nose. “I think that limiting myself to one would be entirely impossible, but maybe you’re my honey bunny.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Stephen said, not even bothering to hide his grimace. “I refuse to be called honey bunny.”

“Well, that answers that,” Tony said, tone teasing. “My darling honey bunny.”

Stephen wondered if it would be worth it to push Tony out of bed. “You don’t know this about me—” for a moment his heart twisted, because Tony had known him better than anyone and now Tony didn’t, ”—but I can be very vengeful.”

“It doesn’t surprise me,” Tony said. 

Stephen’s heart dropped. What did that mean? Stephen had been teasing. What had he done that would make Tony think he was a vengeful person?

Tony must have felt his tension. “That wasn’t a critique. I’ve been asking the other Avengers about you. Clint complained about the last time he started a prank war. Apparently you gave as good as you got. If not better.”

Stephen smiled. “Oh, better by far. You and I won that prank war by miles.”

“We took on the Avengers as a team?” Tony asked, suddenly quiet. 

“Of course. We’re a good team,” Stephen said. “The best, really. We always have been.” Despite everything, Stephen wanted to believe they always would be.

[super-ion]

I was at a strategic planning meeting and they were talking about how they keep losing pilots in frontline assaults against the forcefemme hivemind so I asked how bad our numbers were and they told me they just need to boost recruitment and training for new mech pilots so I said it sounds like we're just feeding pilots to the forcefemme hivemind and then one of the generals started crying.