#snippets and teasers

[angie-j-kay]

WIP Themes Tag

Tagged by @lyssa-ink!

Rules: Bold the themes that appear in your WIP (& italicize those that are loosely covered)

No pressure tagging @lokatattur, @brokenandlonelysouls

Doing this for What You Cast Out! Masterpost HERE.

addiction | beauty | betrayal | change vs. tradition | chaos vs. order | circle of life | coming of age | communication | convention vs. rebellion | corruption | courage | crime and law | dangers of ignorance | darkness and light | death | desire to escape | dreams | displacement | empowerment | facing darkness | facing reality | faith vs. doubt | fall from grace | fame and fortune | family | fate | fear | fear of failure | free will | friendship | fulfilment | good vs. bad | government | greed | guilt and forgiveness | hard work | heroism | hierarchy | honesty | hope | identity crisis | immortality | independence | individual vs. society | inner vs. outer strength | innocence | injustice | isolation | knowledge vs. ignorance | life | loneliness | lost love | love | man vs. nature | manipulation | materialism | motherhood | nature | nature vs. nurture | oppression | optimism | peer pressure | poverty | power | power of words | prejudice | pride | progress | quest | racism | rebirth | relationships | religion | responsibility | revenge | sacrifice | secrets | self-awareness | self-preservation | self-reliance | sexuality | social class structure | survival | technology | temptation and destruction | time | totalitarianism | weakness | vanity | war | wealth | wisdom of experience | youth

[sosa2imagines]

Yours, ours, mine.

Imagine you are Bucky's wife. Steve has retired. He came back, after returning the stones. He gave Sam the shield. Steve lives with you and Bucky.

The more Steve sees you and Bucky, the more he pictures such life for himself. He fucks around with random girls. But all he can imagine is your face. Moaning your name, everytime he comes.

You roam freely in the house, having no clue about Steve's fascination with you.

He has set a camera in your bedroom. He jerks himself to the sight, of you and Bucky having sex. He is obsessed with your curves and figure. He loves seeing you naked.

When Bucky is out for work, Steve gets all touchy with you. You try to maintain distance. So he comes with a solution. He adds sleeping pills in your tea. Once you are knocked out, he sleeps next to you. Gently undresses you. Paying extra attention to your pussy, sucking your breasts like his life depends on them. Hands exploring your body, like he is worshipping you.

But he wants more. He wants to be balls deep buried in you.

He starts to gaslight Bucky. Picking up on his insecurities. "What if she gets bored of being alone for months, when you are out on missions?", "what about her needs?", "what if she finds someone else?".

Bucky pleads to him to stop. Steve assures him, he'll take care of you. Steve makes Bucky say that "Bucky himself is okay with Steve taking care of your his needs."

Bucky leaves for the mission happily, relieved his best friend will take care of you.

Steve is happy, to finally make you his.

You have no clue about this.

Good news lovelies, I have finally wrote this fic. The longest I have ever written.

Yours, ours, mine.

[allwaswell16]

Coming soon for 1D Omegaverse Fic Fest...

Scarred

Harry glanced back for a moment, no hint of recognition of the soulbond on his face, just a cold, hard look, before he turned on his heel and began walking away from him. Louis knew he should call Harry back to him, should explain what had just happened. But the bond that had only formed on his own side made him hesitate. His soulmate didn’t want him.  He could tell Harry the truth and let his protective alpha instincts kick in. Harry would never condemn anyone to the slow, excruciating death of a rejected soul bond, even someone like Louis. But then Louis would have to live with the knowledge that his soulmate would rather have chosen anyone but him if given the choice. He couldn’t do it. His soulmate deserved a chance at happiness, one that did not include him. Instead, he watched his soulmate walk away from him, further and further into the distance until he turned a corner and disappeared from sight.

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[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Is your fic of Sun and Moon x maintenance bot reader still in the works? I fell in love with it so hard after seeing some art float around tumbler but I'm not sure if I should add it to my list as AO3 says it was last updated in December 😅 Even if it isn't it was absolutely amazing and I look forward to seeing some of your other work! You're doing an awesome job!

THE READERBOT FIC IS CURRENTLY STILL BEING WRITTEN!!! i've been working on it specifically lately bc of the influx of attention reminding me exists and partly to ignore other stuff going on in my life skjdfjsdhf im sorry its been on hold for so long

have a snippet!:

The silence was deafening. No, not quite silence- his fans were in high gear, just like yours were. You straightened your posture, joints stiff, and ducked your head, nodding your thanks.  Even if he terrified you, you didn’t want to be rude to the Naptime Attendant. You… weren’t entirely sure why. He seemed relieved- was he reassured by your awkwardness? Well, you thought miserably, that was one thing you did seem to have in common, at least. You were both awkward. That made this even more painful, somehow.

[gildedphoenix]

This was hilarious. 

He was being used as a sacrifice to summon himself.

[wildwestdean]

"I can't remember the last time I've seen so many stars," you breathed out, staring up at the sky in wonder.

"Hard to believe I get to see them all the time," Dean replied softly, his gaze set upon you beside him instead of on the sky above.

"It must be nice," you declared wistfully. "Living in a town like this. Just so... peaceful all the time."

"Right... small town living," Dean agreed absently, sighing quietly.

He wanted to tell you that what he really meant was I see stars in your eyes every time you look at me, and feel the sun every time you smile. But no, he couldn't. Not now. Maybe not ever.

Not when he knew this wouldn't last.

a little snippet from a new dean fic i've been working on! can't wait to share it with y'all which should be hopefully soon

[letthemusicmoveyou28]

Coming soon for the 1D Omegaverse Fic Fest:

Tossing Round Like Coins

“No, no it’s fine.” Louis rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly. “I guess I’m just not used to hearing another alpha talking about taking a knot is all. You caught me off guard a bit, but I don’t mind.”

Harry’s look of embarrassment soon morphs into a smirk. “Not a lot of knot talk in the locker rooms then?”

Louis laughs. “Oh yeah there is. But it’s more like arguments over whose is bigger and that.” He schools his face into what he hopes is an over exaggerated self righteous expression. “But not me of course, because I’m proper evolved.”

Harry snorts out a laugh. “Of course you are.”

Louis can’t help but smile at Harry’s goofy grin. He’s never met anyone as open and honest as Harry is, and Louis finds himself endlessly fascinated by it.

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[hairmetal666]

“Eddie Munson isn’t dead.”

The room erupts in “what the fuck, Steve’s” and “if this is a joke it’s not funny,” and “Steve—Steve, tell me this isn’t real.” 

Mr. Harrington claps his hands, three loud snaps, and the room quiets. “He’s not alive either. He’s—”

“Something different,” El says. 

“Different, yeah,” Steve gives her a grateful nod. “He’s stuck down there—” his face twists up and he glances at the paper. “Or, maybe not stuck maybe he—” 

“Steve,” Ms. Buckley prompts.

He blinks, visibly rejoining the present. “He’s been there for the last six years, and he’s—he’s—well, not quite human anymore, and he has powers—”

“Powers?” Hopper asks. His arms are crossed over his chest, mustache drooping in disapproval.

“He can visit dreams,” Steve says. His face goes red for no reason El can see. “He started visiting mine when Robin and I came back. We’ve been—we’re—” he rubs at his neck. “Friends?”

“You don’t seem so sure,” Joyce says. 

“It’s complicated.” 

The adults in the room are all giving him a look that has him ducking his head down. 

“I’m glad it’s finally happened for you two, man,” Argyle nods.

“Wait.” Max points at Steve. “Wait. Are you having sex with dream projections of undead Eddie Munson?”

The room falls into loud chaos once again, too much for El to make out individual words. Ms. Buckley is slapping Mr. Harrington the way Max sometimes hits Mike, and he’s batting her off, swearing he’ll explain later. 

Chapters 24-27 of You Will Still Haunt Me out this Saturday!! The final chapter will be posted January 15th. Can't believe it's almost doooone

[zzztlk]

are there any trans characters in your comic? ☺️

As far as what I've got nailed down one of the leads (Nat) is non-binary

[inafieldofdaisies]

Character Moodboard + WIP snippet | Penelope “Penny” Hastings (FC5 AU OC)

“I used to think-”, Penny let out a dry laugh as her finger traced the edge of her wine glass, “I used to think he was such an asshole because he was trying to balance out some hidden attraction he felt for me... and then I realized, he's just an asshole. And now he's run off to God knows where when this is supposed to be a business trip... and I'm stuck watching my phone in case he needs something.” The man next to her chuckled at her tone, “One more reason to say 'Yes' to my idea and have some fun yourself. Fuck him.” “A double date with a complete stranger? Are your plans always so risqué?” Maxwell shrugged then sent a wink her way, “I'm in a pinch and you're bored. Win-win, Ms. Hastings.”

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[wilhelminaesque-sideblog]

so uh, which jojo part is this from?

[angie-j-kay]

Heads Up, Seven Up

The tag game where you post seven lines! Tagged by: @lorenfinch

Tagging (no pressure): @ethaeriea, @wedgie-of-destiny

“I am very uncomfortable with this conversation...” Gabe muttered.

“We are all adults here,” Elias continued. “You are an animal like any other, do not deny this. And Tracey Rutledge is the female of your species. I see no trouble with this arrangement, provided you are not a waste of the lady's valuable time.”

“I...” Gabe wasn't sure if he should feel terrified or disgusted by the directness of Elias. He set the envelope down on the counter and turned to Billy. “Um... help?”

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[didsomeonesaybuffet]

Hello would you like a liiiiittle snippet from this Friday's chapter of If You Can't Stand the Heat... ? Okay well here goes...

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‘Couch. Now.’ Was all that Cas could manage to growl in response, and he pulled away from Dean slightly, grabbing his wrist and tugging him toward the sofa. Dean paused for a moment to push his pajama bottoms, socks and underwear all the way onto the floor where they met Cas’ clothes in a pool, and then followed him over to the couch, where Castiel turned to face him. 

They were eye level only momentarily when they reached the sofa, as Dean gripped Castiel’s shoulders and pushed him roughly onto the seat, smirking at the surprised gasp and wide eyed expression it elicited from Cas. Dean knelt down in front of Castiel and slid his fingers into the waistband of Cas’ underwear, pulling gently. Castiel lifted his hips so that Dean could pull them all the way down before tossing them over his shoulder to land somewhere near the growing pile of clothing near the door.

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Okay enough for now, see you Friiiiday :)

[mssainz]

WAAAAAA I've just started working on the next part of CS55 fanfic and it might turn out to be quite lengthy (sorry 'bout that). I'm really enjoying cooking this one hehe.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Can we have some crumbs for (it was, in reality, not fine.), pretty please? ❤️❤️

it's still in a rough work-in-progress, but i do have a bit that i thought was funny i can share?

snippet:

“So let me get this straight. I, as of,” you checked the time, “three minutes ago, just told you,” you gestured to Sun, who hunched his shoulders sheepishly, “specifically not to over exert yourself because your shoulders might not be ready yet and any damage would mean another month of no daycare. And, about thirty seconds after that, I told you,” you gave Moon a wary look. He had the intelligence to duck his head apologetically, “to behave reasonably at least until I got back from my, let me just remind you, three. Minute. Long. Absence. Is all of that correct?”

[cherubic-cherry]

Tim shuffled away to get behind him as quietly as he could, which Tim thought was pretty quiet. He glared up at the Flonase above him, just a bit less than a foot out of reach. He still had the chance of being able to jump and knock it off the shelf which would in turn immediately get the other man’s attention.

He could try to grab some cans or find some type of step stool to boost himself up but that again would get the man’s attention. He looked at the man again, looking down at his bandages, the darkened blood that oozed out of his hand and seeped through the gauze.

Tim had gotten a cut on his hand once after tripping on asphalt and trying to catch himself. He could remember how difficult it was to hold his camera or his books, it couldn’t have felt much better to carry a basket.

He trailed his eyes back up to his face where his blue eyes were pointed right at him.

“Do you need any help with your basket?” Tim blurted in a panic. He had to stop himself from slamming his head into his hand.

He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that talking to strangers was the definition of a bad idea, but the hunger was eating away at his brain cells.

The man gave him a look, a well-deserved look, he looked even more confused than Tim was. He looked down at Tim then at the Flonase beside his head and then back to Tim.

“Sorry, I should just mind my business. I just mean -never mind, I’m so sorry- I should not have bothered you-” he started off. Tim should know better than to bug strangers, especially criminal strangers.

“Can you even reach the shelves? You’re like five.”

It was a good thing Tim didn’t have any proof this man was a criminal, or else he would’ve immediately called the cops on him. If Tim’s Father were here he would laugh and tell him that this is what he deserved for bothering strangers.

“ I’m nine,” Tim corrects. He hated to correct people, most times it made people irritable and annoyed but there was no way this guy seriously thought Tim was a five-year-old.

Most people assume he’s younger than he is but still, it stays around the seven-eight range, at youngest six. He must have been baiting him, or using a hyperbole to drive the insult in.

“There’s no way, you’re seven tops.”

“No I’m nine,” Tim insisted again.

“I don’t believe you.”

“ There are people who don’t think the earth is round, that doesn’t make it not true.”

That gained Tim a laugh, not a soft chuckle that he receives out of politeness from others when he’s being ‘weird’, but a gruff, spontaneous laugh that makes him jump back from the sound.

“Your hand is hurt. It’s bleeding. I can help hold the basket. Even five-year-olds can could a basket."He didn’t mean to use his ‘smart-ass tone’ as his father would put it but it came out subconsciously.

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