#soup's snippet sunday

[gloomysoup]

todays edition of snippet sunday isn't really an actual snippet tbh but i haven't done much writing this week and i had a thought today. so this is what we're doing instead.

i know the exotic dancer/stripper steve aus have made their rounds lately (specifically thinking of @ladykailitha with this one) and of course i have to hop on the bandwagon. i was driving home today when i thought of this, listening to next contestant by nickelback (shocker, i know)

so anyway all i really have with this right now is omega!steve being a stripper in a popular club where alpha!eddie works. this could also be a mafia!eddie au to add some extra spice (because who doesn't love a good mafia au). eddie is obsessed with steve from the moment he lays eyes on him. the attempts at courting start pretty much instantly. steve entertains it, for a while only thinking about how much it would benefit him to have rich powerful alpha who desires him. maybe he'll get lucky and finally get the pups he wants, with the bonus of being set for life and never again having to worry about whether or not he'll be able to pay his bills. somewhere along the way, though, steve falls just as hard. it turns out that eddie is so sweet and dorky and adoring. he dotes on steve and makes him laugh and spoils him with more than just expensive gifts.

their relationship is established, and steve is still working. he honestly does love his job. most of the time, at least. plus, it's great exercise to keep him active (and eddie definitely isn't complaining about the added bedroom benefits) eddie doesn't stop steve from working. he would never dictate his life like that. but he is there every night, not far from steve at any given moment.

the thing about eddie is that he's possessive. he knows steve would never do anything to betray him, but he sees the way the patrons of the club look at him. steve is hot, and he knows everyone else knows it too. but again, he's possessive. he doesn't like others touching what's his. so when a patron gets too handsy, or says something that makes eddie's skin crawl a little, it isn't long before they learn their lesson. he's always there to swoop in when steve gets uncomfortable, and he's always there to take steve home at the end of the night.

it takes a long time for steve to realize what eddie's been doing. it's only when he notices the patrons have been a lot less handsy lately, and he's heard fewer comments, that he starts to get suspicious. then he notices that a lot of his problem customers have mysteriously stopped showing up. he confronts eddie about it, a little mad that he would go behind steve's back and make examples out of his customers. until he sees eddie's face the next time someone makes a grab at steve's ass. the possessiveness, the jealousy, the borderline fury. it all makes sense. and honestly, the way eddie's eyes darken and his face sets instantly sends a chill down steve's spine. he's dripping by the time he gets a spare moment, and instantly drags eddie into the back room and locks the door. obviously they fuck nasty about it.

that's all i have planned but the thoughts are swirling.

[sofa-king-lame]

Snippet Sunday

My Christmas fic still tentatively titled 'Nothing for Christmas' is done! It will be uploaded sometime tomorrow, but for now here is a snippet:

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“You cooked. I clean,” Eddie orders, pointing a finger at Buck who raises his hands in surrender. Eddie only manages to get four of the seven containers into the fridge before there’s a knock at the door. ‘Who the fuck drops by unannounced on Christmas Day,’ Eddie thinks to himself, irritated. Well, except for Buck. But his presence never really counts as being unannounced, not when he has a key. 

“Want me to get that?” Buck calls out. He’s closer, but Eddie thinks he’d probably end up inviting whoever it is in. 

“I got it,” Eddie sighs. Whoever it is will be getting a perfectly polite greeting and request to kindly fuck off. He’s going to take whatever time he can with Buck before he moves. Eddie plasters his best ‘I was raised to be polite but you are definitely not welcome here’ smile on his face and opens the door to greet - 

“Hi Dad,” Christopher says quietly from his spot in Eddie’s fucking front yard. 

“Christopher?” Eddie whispers in disbelief. Abuela is next to him, holding a backpack and grinning. 

“Merry Christmas,” Abuela says, gently nudging Chris forwards towards his father. 

“Chris, oh my god,” Eddie croaks, crouching in front of him. He doesn’t have to go down as far as he did last time they saw each other. Eddie tries not to think too hard about how much time they've lost. 

“I’m ready to come home now,” Chris murmurs, crashing into Eddie. They hold each other tight, and by the time they pull apart they’re both crying. 

“How did you – how?” Eddie asks, voice hoarse and breaking. 

“Buck called,” Abuela chimes in, stepping forward to give Eddie a hug of her own. She plants two firm kisses on his cheeks and oh Eddie has missed her so much. Eddie whips around to face Buck, who is standing behind him smiling sheepishly. 

“I pulled a few strings,” he admits. “Merry Christmas, Eddie.” 

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[martsonmars]

Hi friends! I keep committing and recommitting to making a serious effort to come back to the fandom, and I think this time finally I got my Snowbaz feelings back for real. So I'm going to try. Thank you to everyone who kept tagging me; I'm a little lost re: new people existing on Tumblr, but I hope to catch up!

So much to do in this post. For now, some snippets.

Exhibit A: my writing goal for the month. It's okay if it doesn't work out, but I decided I need short-term writing goals and this is my first one.

Baz pushes his sunglasses up his nose, staring at the man behind the counter of the shop. He hopes that hiding in plain sight—without his costume, without his mask—is a more effective disguise than trying to wear a fake moustache.

The apron is there, gloriously stretching over a broad chest that does not turn Baz's insides into soup and make him wish he could go back three—five, ten—years and do everything differently.

Exhibit B: COBB idea. I'm so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!

Going right is never the right choice.

I've known this since the first time my father brought me along on his travels (read: I hid in his trunk) and I had to face a crocodile armed only with a blunt Swiss Army knife I'd stolen from said trunk. All because I'd turned right. And then right again.

When he found me, scraped knees and his precious knife lost in the belly of the beast, he didn't even yell. He just looked at me like he always did. Like the biggest disappointment in his life of failures.

Exhibit C: potential second COBB idea, that I'm going to submit only if I make enough progress by the end of the month.

[Baz] holds my hand like it's the only thing keeping him grounded. Present. The minutes are trickling away from us like sand in a broken hourglass. The sun hasn't started rising yet, the night as dark as it gets, the cold seeping into our bones.

He holds my hand like he's afraid he'd float away if he didn't.

I know I'd be glad if it happened.

I have a lot of fandom resolutions for this year and I'm scared they'll end up like any New Year's resolutions... but I'll list them anyway. 6 resolutions Sunday:

Be more involved on Tumblr. I want to post more, but especially start reblogging and commenting on things again.

Write more. Last year I wrote so little and posted even less, and it made me sad when I realised it in the past days. So much was going on, so I don't blame myself, but I miss writing and I believe I can try to make it a regular thing again.

I want to read more fics. It's been years since I last read fics consistently. I missed everything!! Time to slowly catch up.

Relatedly, I want to try to comment more. I've never been a great commenter because it overwhelms me, but it's hypocritical since I need everyone and their brother to leave 10 paragraph long comments on everything I write... So I want to commit to doing better.

I want to try to publish a fic every month, at least. @palimpsessed suggested doing some sort of monthly countdown to Carry On's birthday in October and I'm all in.

I want to succeed at COBB. For one reason or the other, more often than not because I am cursed and I never finished writing my things, I've never managed to start and finish posting something for COBB. But I have two concepts I'm so excited about (not sure yet if I'll try both of them) and I want to commit to doing well. Wish me good luck.

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[henrygrass]

A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF SENTENCES SUNDAY

This is a project I've been considering since we never got to see Mrs. Campbell and TK interact. What if the two families were forced to live together in a safe house for some time while Carlos and Sam fought the bad guys? It’s still in the early stages but here’s a snippet:

Thank you for the tags @ironheartwriter @nisbanisba @heartstringsduet

“Daddy?” The word makes TK grin behind his cup of coffee; it’s still new to him, and his heart flutters each time. 

He turns to Jonah, who is perched on a chair at the kitchen table, crumbs of peanut butter toast still clinging to the corners of his mouth.

“Yes, buddy?” TK replies, glancing toward the hallway as he hears Ashley knocking on her children’s doors.

“Can I play on the Switch?” Jonah asks, flashing his signature ‘Jonah’s cow eyes’—the look he learned from Carlos—and, just like his papá’s, Jonah’s expression wrecks him, maybe even more.

TK hums thoughtfully. It’s a school day, and Jonah would normally be in class in about an hour, but starting today, it falls to TK to teach him, even if it’s just the first day in the safe house.

“One hour. Then we have to study, okay?”

Jonah echoes TK’s hum, as if considering the proposal for a moment, his little face scrunching up in thought. Then his eyes light up, and he nods, leaping off the chair like a rocket.

He dashes toward their shared room, but not before slamming straight into Ashley’s legs, nearly toppling her over as she emerges from the hallway.

“Oh, Jonah, don’t run in the house. You could hurt yourself,” Ashley admonishes gently, a smile dancing on her lips.

Jonah resumes his run toward their room, now moving at a cautious pace. “Sorry, Mrs. Soup,” he apologizes, making TK snort into his cup.

As he wipes the spilled coffee, Ashley walks closer to him, tilting her head and crossing her arms. “Mrs. Soup?” she repeats, raising an unamused eyebrow.

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[tinytalkingtina]

WIP Weekend

Oh goodness I did this late so thanks for the tags @vthx @hbyrde36 @pearynice and @helpimstuckposting!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of emojis you can request, please feel free to send multiple!

In an effort to catch up on the other outstanding asks I have for B.A.D. D.O.G. and my Star Trek Steddie AU gonna have only two options for new emojis this week!

🏴‍☠️ Eddierotica: "Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. They're not dating" now features Steve playing mind games right back at Eddie heh heh.

💥Steddie Big Bang: Secret fic is at 9k words now! This can't be publicly shared yet, so if you send in this emoji feel free to pick another fic as well, and I'll write 3 sentences for both. Hopefully by next week I can start sharing snippets :D

Tagging some folks to join in on the fun and work on their own WIPs this weekend:

@apomaro-mellow @eriquin @zombiethingy @dame-zoom-a-lot @fkinkindagauche

@wynnyfryd @fuctacles @stevesjockstrap @shares-a-vest @runninriot

@onirislanding @strangerthingswritersguild

Enjoy a snippet from 🏴‍☠️ below the cut:

Yeah, he could just tell Eddie his hopeless crush wasn’t completely hopeless, buuut...there was no reason Steve couldn’t play a little dirty. See just how far he could push Eddie before he cracked.

The plan formed in Steve’s head pretty fast: The walls of their apartment were pretty thin. His roommate had mentioned he could hear Steve busy pleasing his partners before, usually with some sort of teasing snarky comment once they left.

Eddie had obviously taken those noises and let his imagination run wild. So now Steve had to step up his game and put on a show to inspire his voyageristic audience.

If Eddie wanted more, but was too chicken shit scared to ask? Well now he was about to get almost everything he wanted and listen in on a completely new side of his roommate:

It was time for Daddy to have some alone time with his toys.

Operation Fuck With Eddie (Then Maybe Fuck Him For Real If Things Work Out) got thrown into motion earlier than Steve expected it to. Robin and Vickie called in sick to their usual football/potluck/movie night, which meant the two of them would be alone in the apartment all Sunday. Steve barely kept a shit-eating grin off his face while he promised Robin that no, she wouldn’t have gotten rabies from her girlfriend sneezing on her, and yes, he’d drop off some soup tomorrow if they didn’t feel better.

Right after halftime, he gave a totally real and not fake-sounding yawn to interrupt Eddie’s rant about some burrito commercial ‘violating the sacred trust of documentarians’.

“Wow I’m sooo tired man, think I’m gonna head to bed early today,” he said, doing an exaggerated stretch. His would-be author of a roommate raised an eyebrow.

“I know you get up stupid early for your job but last I checked it’s four pm Steve.”

“Uh, yup, I see that.” Shit, think fast Harrington! “I’ve...got an early morning meeting! Yeah, the principal wants us there at five thirty. AM. Yup, early meeting. At the school. Where I work. With kids in it sometimes but not at five thirty in the morning.” Smooth.

Eddie stared at him for a second before shrugging.

“That sucks. Go get your beauty sleep Harrington. I’ll let you know if the world ends and the Browns win somehow. Really hope they don’t," he added with a wink, "Or I’ll have to let Gareth dye my hair. Think I'd look good as a blonde Big Boy?”

The combo of imagining Eddie posing like the sexy lady from that movie about the cross-dressing musicians and the college nickname nearly took him out.

“Haha, yeah, totally. Well, night! Shower time for Dadd-Steve!” He capped his train-wreck of a sentence off with finger guns, the classic.

Eddie laughed and turned back to the game. Fuck yeah, he bought it! Take that Robin, he totally could be as sneaky as a ninja if he wanted. He should probably tell his roommate to stop making bets with Gareth though, what if the guy tried to shear him like a sheep next?

[honestlydarkprincess]

Snippet Sunday Except It's Actually Monday!

tagged over the last few days by @daffi-990, @bekkachaos, @thiamsalpha, @ksbbb, @endwersed, @nightshade-emrys <3 thanks y'all!

so i'm DEEP in the soup right now, call me whitaker the way i'm fumbling my way through the day, so what else can i do but make frank langdon even more miserable than me! here is a snippet from my langdon whump fic<3

Langdon had been back at work for a week when Abby called him up and asked him if they could meet. Butterflies swarmed his stomach and he realized just how nervous he was to see his own wife. He hadn’t seen her in person since that day he left the house and he was practically jumping with nerves and excitement. He was going to see Abby. Maybe even his kids! Maybe she wanted to see him in person and make sure he was doing alright before she took him to see Tanner and the baby. Langdon could feel the ghost of his son’s arms around his neck, his baby’s little fist curled around his finger, and he longed for it so much it physically ached.

The last thing he was expecting was for Abby to gently tell him that she thought they should get divorced.

“What?” He said, his mouth hanging open. They were in his apartment, the kids were with Abby’s parents for the night while they talked and he had made her favourite dinner, hoping to surprise her.

“I’m sorry, Frank. I just think it’ll be for the best,” Abby said softly, looking at him with regret.

“But…I’m clean now,” Langdon mumbled, still looking at her in shock. “I’m doing so much better. I’ve been clean for months and I’m back at work! Even Robby is warming back up to me. Well, a fraction at a time, but still!”

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[rangersoup]

Thanks @emsprovisions @heartstringsduet @nisbanisba @futures-tense and @lemonlyman-dotcom for tagging me in seven some sentence Sunday! I’m not posting Turn and Burn this week. I’m posting a little snippet from a currently unnamed fic where Carlos and Soup are working a case together! Enjoy!

“So let me get this straight.”

Carlos lets out a sigh. He knew this was going to go over like a lead balloon.

“You’re going undercover.”

Carlos nods. He can tell by the way TK is moving his hands that he’s not happy.

“On a couples’ retreat, as a couple, with soup guy?”

“Campbell.” Carlos’s correction is met with a glare. “And yes. But it’s Campbell. He’s like the straightest person I know. It’ll be fine.”

“Baby, That’s what I’m worried about,” TK says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Wait,” Carlos is confused now. “So you’re not worried about me going undercover and pretending I’m with someone else?”

“What?” TK almost laughs. “No babe. I’m worried about you going undercover as a couple with someone so blatantly straight and getting your cover blown.”

“Oh I thought…” Carlos trails off. That’s his problem with this whole convoluted plan?

“You’re not the one I don’t trust here, Carlos,” TK continues. “How much faith do you have in this guy’s acting ability?”

“I dunno,” Carlos shrugs. It’s not his partner’s ability to act that he’s really doubting. It’s his own. “He’s pretty good at poker.”

“That’s great, but you’re going undercover at a couple’s retreat, not a casino.”

“There’s a casino at the retreat,” Carlos offers, trying to conceal his amusement. This is not the argument he thought they would be having.

“I’m not kidding, Carlos!” TK protests. “You don’t know what these people are capable of!”

“Murder and stealing are both on the list.”

“It’s not funny! Quit treating this like a joke.”

“Babe-“

“Don’t babe me! I’m right and you know it!”

Carlos sighs and grabs both of TK’s hands, stopping them from waving around in the air. “TK, you’re spiraling.”

“I’m not spiraling.”

“You’re spiraling.”

“Okay, fine. Maybe a little,” TK admits and slumps down on the couch next to him, pouting.

“It’ll be fine,” Carlos says, reassuringly this time. “This isn’t his first rodeo. He knows what he’s doing. I trust him not to mess it up. I’ll be in great hands.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

OPEN TAG! Who ever wants to post something! And you’re more than welcome to tag me in it!

[livinginsunnyhell]

Sunday Snippet

Thanks for tagging me @elvensorceress and @leavesthatarebrown

Here’s my new project that I wasn’t planning on writing but here we are…

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“Did you like that crunchy spicy chili stuff? I can’t remember. I thought it would go nicely with that soup you made on Monday,” Eddie said glancing over the grocery list.

“Eddie? Did you hear me?” Buck pressed.

Eddie scribbled on the piece of paper – heavy cream.

  “Ed—”

   “Yes, Buck. What do you want to talk about?” Eddie asked. He patiently put the pen down and gave Buck his full attention.

    “I’m moving.”

  Eddie snorted.

 “Seriously. I-I should move. I mean, now that you’re back—”

 “I thought we discussed this.”

   “When?”

 “You know the morning after Chris and I came back. You said, ‘Should I go?’ and I said, ‘Stay.’”

  “Eddie, we never had that discussion.”

  “Oh,” Eddie shrugged and picked the pen back up, clicking it a few times. “Well, then let’s have it now. Stay. Don’t leave. Just…live here.”

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Tagging: @dracculaura @rainbowtitania @eponine119 @annansmith and anyone else who has any writing to share!

[bigalockwood]

Sunday Snippet 👻

Though Simon had only worked for Bernadotte & Co. for two months, he’d already almost been killed a grand total of seven times, not considering the one time Maddie had almost poisoned him with her leak and mushroom soup. He didn’t count it, though she worked for the company as well, and lived in the same house, so, technically, he supposed it had happened at work and thus qualified as a work accident. She wasn’t a ghost, though, not yet anyway, so he'd decided to drop that particular incidence from his tally.

It didn’t change that Wilhelm’s recklessness had almost gotten Simon ghosttouched once or that he was still slightly pissed at Wilhelm for forgetting their saltbombs last week, which had made the case unnecessarily complicated and dangerous. Wilhelm and his stupid swishy coat and his stupidly well-styled hair. If only he didn’t look rakishly good after a particularly tricky case, Simon may have found it easier to forgive Wilhelm, but it seemed almost impossible to rattle Wilhelm and his unfailingly perfect politeness. It was truly infuriating. What an arse.

[heartstringsduet]

Happy Sunday <3 Have a snippet of the prompt I work on for 911actions that definitely does not stay this tame for long.

Thanks for tagging me @honeybee-taskforce @carlos-in-glasses

For a moment, Carlos nearly forgets. It’s a stasis, something like a deep stretch after a work out, where endorphins live in each cell. But then it’s like a muscle twitches alive again and he singularly living in that feeling for the moment it sings.

He grips the kitchen counter and breathes through the heat of it. It won’t be for a while that he forgets, half a mind still in that spot, half a mind on the meal he’s back to preparing. The fresh oregano he grows on the window sill wafts in the air and clings to his hands while the tomato soup gently simmers away. It’s a simple dish. It’s what he could muster up, something homemade and tasty but nothing with too many ingredients or steps.

This way, when Carlos’ attention slips -- and oh it slips -- he’s allowed to keel over for a second. By the time the front door rattles open, the soup has been needlessly stirred for too long to give him a task.

TK doesn’t greet him.

Carlos doesn’t dare look over. This way he is forced to listen to the sounds of his love arriving, every single one cataloged.

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[gloomysoup]

hello hello welcome back to snippet sunday (is this becoming a real thing? who knows.)

this week, i haven't done a lot of writing for my wips because i've been focusing on angsty august lately, so instead, my snippet is coming from one of my angsty august fics. i won't tell you which one.

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“Eddie.” Dustin’s voice has dropped to a soft tone. He squats next to him, carefully taking the scrub brush from his shaking hand. When did his hand start shaking?

“Give it back, Dustin. I have to finish the floors before he gets home. Steve wanted-”

“Eddie, stop. You know he's not coming home, right?”

[stormyrainyday]

sunday snippet/mayblade prompt -galaxy from wwity (chapter 3: galaxy soup)

Gingka was used to sleeping with his head resting on his bag and back in the grass. Ryo used to let him spend evenings camping beneath the stars with Hyoma at his side. They never tired of talking about the stars, though Hyoma had long since learned the names of all the constellations above. “Why do they call them Ursa Major and Minor?” Hyoma’d asked once. June was the best time to lie like this in the open air, the sweet smell of summer around them.  “One’s bigger and one’s smaller, but they look pretty similar,” Gingka had replied, slightly confused.  “No, I know that. I mean why are they called Ursa? They don’t look much like bears. They’re more like spoons.”  Gingka laughed. “What would you eat with a spoon that big? Galaxy soup?” He didn’t miss the way Hyoma flushed in embarrassment. “Forget I asked.” “Well it’s a good thing there’s two spoons for us. We can drink galaxy soup together.” It was stupid, Gingka knew, but Hyoma’s lips twitched even as he rolled his eyes, betraying his amusement.  Their cosmic soup spoons hung bright above him that night, with Polaris hanging off the handle of Ursa Minor. It wasn’t too late for it to guide him home.  Become stronger, Gingka, Ryo’s dying words rang out in his ears, guilt pouring in alongside them. Hyoma’s voice echoed behind them. You’re going to avenge Ryo. Plainly spoken, careful not to be accusatory, but Gingka hadn’t missed the hurt, the fear of being left behind. But there was understanding too, and permission, in that last battle, in their last night.  He tucked the foolish homesickness aside. If he wanted to get stronger, he needed to go on alone. He knew this.  And still. The bears, their spoons– they taunted him all night, even when Gingka shut his eyes against their light.

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

sunday snippet

I'm Drunk and @the-navistar-carol has the next chapter of Dead draw, so heres a snippet of something:

There was only one thing about Wilhelm that annoyed Simon. One thing that got under his skin so much that he could not let it go. He could handle the messiness, and the hot-headedness, and the occasional ignorance. He could handle all of that without breaking a sweat, sometimes he even loved those things, because he loved Wille.  But the fact that Wilhelm could cook, after never cooking for himself in his entire life, annoyed Simon to his very core.  Because it didn’t make sense. Wille couldn’t clean, he couldn’t make appointments, he could barely shop for himself and the house, but for some reason he could cook up a Michelin meal without so much as a scribbled down recipe.  Wilhelm had a certain kind of intuition when it came to the kitchen. He could taste a soup and tell exactly what it was missing. He could tell if something needed pepper or if it needed salt, garlic or ginger. One time, Simon had forgotten to add a single clove into his soup recipe and Wilhelm sniffed it out like a bloodhound.  It was infuriating. 

christmas fic coming soon if I can finish it 💀

[zoemillinwrites]

hi Zoe !  

damn, Sirius did it 🫣 i still love this pookie though

aside from the prank, i’m even more excited to see how they’ll find their way back to each other, the growth is about to be splendid ! 

a few questions for you, if you're in the mood to share:

does Sirius already realize how messed up this was or is it going to take him a while to admit it ? (i know is middle name is bravado but that sunday snippet scared me 😬) 

how is the prank going to affect the marauders dynamic in the short term ?

and to end on a softer note, could you share something quirky or funny about your sirius and your remus that hasn’t made it to the page yet? I’d love to know more about what’s living in your head! 🥰

thank you for creating brave face, it's an absolute joy to follow ☀️

hi!!! thank you so much!

sirius DID IT! that's my volatile self-destructive pookie! i can't wait to share their journey back together & I hope you enjoy it!!

as for some questions, well!

sirius totally knows he's messed up bigtime, which is why I think he spirals about his mum being right about him all along & he decides to go home for the holidays as an act of self-punishment; he knows nothing good is going to come of that & that he'll get hurt and ugh, he just kind of feels like he deserves that treatment because he is a bad person. his bravado in the snippet!! i fear that is his mean 'brave face' (lol) in action

the prank will have a big effect, but i don't want to spoil it hehe 🤭

some quirky stuff!! yes!!! here you are:

Remus

really likes green olives, which everyone thinks are gross

has a specific mug that is HIS MUG at home it's one of those big soup bowl-sized ones. it's red and chipped.

gets a kick out of ripping papers in half when he doesn't like what he's written

Sirius

black coffee drinker because he likes it when everyone is like ewwwww omg you drink that?!?!

wistfully wonders if mum has taken his naked pinup girls down from his bedroom walls more often than he maybe should

leaves his dirty clothes all over the floor all the time because "the houselves will deal with it!"

[wikiangela]

seven-ish sentence sunday

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“Shit, you see, this is why I wanted to wait, because how am I supposed to not kiss you right now?” he complains, and Eddie laughs again.

“No one says you can’t.” Eddie shrugs, leaning back against the chair, pulling the blanket more tightly around himself. And Buck remembers the soup cooking behind him. He shakes his head.

“Not while you’re sick.” he repeats. If Eddie can be stubborn, so can Buck. Even if he really, really wants to just walk around the table and kiss Eddie breathless – which wouldn’t take much with how he can’t breathe, which is the one thing stopping Buck. “Let’s make it an incentive to get better.” he smirks, knowing that Eddie wants it just as badly as him. He thinks that when he starts kissing Eddie, he won’t be able to ever stop.

“Stupid cold. I hate being sick.” Eddie mutters, rolling his eyes. Buck’s eyes widen.

“Oh, did I just hear you admitting you’re sick? Thought it’d take much longer with how stubborn you can be.” he says, amused and delighted at this turn of events. Eddie blushes.

“Shut up. I take it all back.”

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[renmackree]

Snippet Sunday

I was tagged by @dear-massacre for snippet sunday. Have a smidge my Reverse Bang ;)

“Stiles, what are we doing?” Scott asked as he sat down with his own food. 

“Eating soup?”

Scott gave him a look. “I’m serious. We shouldn’t be crashing someone’s celebration.”

“One –” Stiles put the spoon to his mouth, slurping down a large chunk of meat and vegetables with the broth. “– we were invited by the chief of the village to join; it would be rude not to. Two, you were just saying how hungry you were. And Three –”

But Stiles never got to finish three. His eyes instead wandered over to where someone was carrying new firewood over his bare olive-skinned shoulders. Tall, muscular, and the most handsome man Stiles had ever seen in his life, it took everything in Stiles’ power not to gape and point at him. Dark hair tied up in a low ponytail to keep the long locks out of his eyes, thick beard over his chiseled jaw, body hair over his chest and arms like a carpet, and (from what Stiles could tell) wearing nothing but a kilt and shoes.

At first, hunk-lander walked past Stiles and Scott without so much as a glance in their direction, but he then paused and turned to glance over at Stiles with bright green eyes.

“Ye're actually...” His voice was lighter than expected, but the brogue sent a shiver over Stiles’ spine as he spoke. “Ye're here.” The man’s face was a mask of surprise, like he knew exactly who Stiles was and hadn’t expected to see him today– but Stiles didn’t know who he was. Had they met in a different town before?

“Here I am, what are your other two wishes?” Stiles winked at the man, his voice just a bit flirtatious. “I like your kilt.”

He wasn’t bad at flirting, but Lydia called him as subtle as a train. Sometimes it worked in his favor, but most of the time the person didn’t appreciate his type of forward flirting. But it seemed the mysterious man was one of the few who did.

Dark eyebrows quirked up at Stiles' comment and a hint of something flashed behind those green eyes. 

“Derek!” Talia called from the threshold of the house. “Hurry up, lad!”

With a last glance at Stiles (and what Stiles thought was a glimmer of a smile), Derek turned from them and walked toward the house with the pile of firewood. Stiles caught a glimpse of a triskelion tattoo between his taught shoulder blades as he disappeared into the door after the chief. Stiles could feel Scott’s eyes on him now and turned to see his friend’s sly smile.

“Now who’s flirting on a backpacking trip?”

“Shut up.” Stiles rolled his eyes and spooned more of the soup into his mouth. “It’s all a show, right? Might as well have fun with it.”

“Sure,” doubted Scott, but didn’t push any further.

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