#thursday snippet

[barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting]

Thursday Snippet

thanks for tagging me @rae-lune!

Here's a little snippet from my sapphic wolfstar college au, (which was supposed to be a one shot but i'm actually incapable of shutting up), the first chapter of which can be found on ao3 as of today.

“Remus! Hey, Remus!”

Remus looks up from where she’s fumbling with her keys and drops them completely, mouth going dry as Sirius Black skips up beside her, her shiny pink lips parted around a smile. 

Those captivating gray eyes with their long, impossibly thick lashes flick between her own before she bends over to grab her keys, giving Remus a split-second view of her cleavage when the front of her loose tank top gapes open. She stares, wide eyed and startled, at the expanse of creamy white skin between the valley of her breasts, some distant part of her brain screaming at her to stop being a fucking degenerate, letting her gaze travel all the way down to her pierced navel, some sort of charm dangling from the bottom that nearly brings her to her knees at the sight of it.

She feels like she’s been punched in the gut as Sirius straightens and tugs at the hem of her top, the neckline going low enough for a moment that she can see a tiny little beauty mark at the top of her breast, lungs burning as she quickly averts her eyes before anyone can notice the way she’s, quite literally, drooling over the girl in front of her, frantically swallowing the excessive amount of moisture in her mouth.

“I have something I wanted to ask you,” Sirius says with a coy smile, taking no notice of the way she’s struggling to take a breath, swiping her into her bedroom and cracking the door open before sticking her foot in the small gap so that it won’t close and lock again. Remus glances down briefly and her eyes catch on her maroon painted toenails sticking out of the top of her fuzzy slipper, internally bemoaning the fact that even her fucking feet are cute. “You have a car, right?”

“Mhm,” she answers distractedly, tugging at her septum piercing and hiking the strap of her bag up on her shoulder before she reaches out to put her hand on the door, pushing it wide open so that the edge isn’t digging into the side of Sirius’ foot, revealing the messy contents of her room. “Yeah, why?”

Sirius glances through the doorway before she sinks her perfectly straight white teeth into her plush bottom lip, leaning forward until they’re nearly touching, close enough that Remus can smell the scent of whatever products she’s wearing. She’s lost in a cloud of vanilla and coconut and something fruity, her head spinning a little as she breathes it in, able to taste the artificial scent on her tongue and in the back of her throat. 

“Would it be possible for me to bother you for a ride tomorrow? I promise I’ll give you gas money and buy you lunch.”

no pressure tagging @wannabelilybriscoe @slytheerin @thistlecatfics @lifeisabitch-butimcute @lavenderhaze

[ksbbb]

THURSDAY SNIPPET

Derek gives them the location, as they all become agitated with having to follow through on this dangerous endeavor, not really knowing how it’s going to end up.

The location isn’t that bad. Not really a big deal in Theo’s eyes, but the uncertainty surrounding the situation and not being privy to Kate’s hunting skills, along with her newfound werewolf status, isn’t making him feel as confident as he would like.

“I think since it’s an old warehouse, we should have the two of you go around the back, and Stiles, Boyd, and I will go in the front. Together.” Derek firmly says, pointing at Liam and Theo.

“Why do we have to go in the back?” Liam questions, with a loud voice of disappointment and anger.

It’s what Theo loves about him, causing a flutter in his heartbeat, the fiery wolf beside him easing his nervousness.

[ligiawrites]

i don't know what to tell you, Val. you're one of the few people in this castle who actually treasures mc. 🤣 .......... i don't want to be in *someone's* skin when Val finds them.

[lizpaige]

enjoy a snippet of a fic i may never finish ✌️

Adam knew that starting a relationship with Ronan would change things, but he wasn’t wholly prepared for how much. His mind constantly drifted to memories of warm gasps and wet lips, teeth and tongue and calloused hands running over smooth skin, black ink curving over strong shoulders, whispered curses and pleas and confessions and–

He was distracted. Constantly. All the time. Whether Ronan was in his eye line or he hadn’t seen him in days. He was busy with school and work, his schedule didn’t let up when Gansey was reborn, if anything, it all sped up. With college applications and final exams, Adam had very little time to study, sleep, and eat, let alone spend time with his boyfriend.

But he made time.

Although he didn’t exactly need to, he was doing his homework at Monmouth. He’d get more done if he went back to St. Agnes, but Ronan was there, lying on the floor by his feet with Adam’s jacket bundled under his head, headphones on, eyes closed, not participating, but close by. The room felt electric, air thick and buzzing with anticipation. Adam’s eyes kept drifting to where Ronan’s sweatshirt had ridden up, exposing a sliver of skin above his belt.

Gansey had been chattering away about something school related and Adam had done an okay job of pretending to listen and chime in, while working through his calculus problem set. He would probably need to double check his answers when he got home. He wasn’t entirely confident he’d gotten any one of them right so far.

Adam was just about to get up and make some excuse to head home, if only to get Ronan to follow him out and have a second alone with him, when Gansey’s phone rang.

“Apologies.” Gansey’s expression lit up at the name on the screen. It was certainly Blue, who had a double shift at Nino’s and who Gansey had mentioned promised she would call on her break. He scrambled to his feet and began walking out of the room. His voice was quiet, but warm and pleased when he greeted her simply, “Jane.”

When Gansey was safely out of the room, Adam put his pencil inside his book to mark his page and closed it. When he moved his leg, Ronan reflexively grabbed his ankle, eyes opening. He moved his headphones away from his right ear. “Where’s Dick?”

“Phone call with Blue.” Adam’s mouth felt dry. He felt feverish. He felt anxious. He felt desperate.

“How’s homework?” Ronan smirked, reading him like a fucking book.

Adam leveled him with a look, then stood up, shaking Ronan’s grip off his leg. He started heading toward Ronan’s room without a word and without looking back. Sure enough, he heard Ronan scramble to his feet and follow after him.

[tearosesarts]

THURSDAY

TODAY

IS

THURSDAY

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippet Thursday:

Giving Sig gray hairs for fun and profit (sorry, Sig, it's for a good cause)

Going with the winner of the poll here: "Damas Commits to the Bit too hard and Sig is Going To Slap Him"

Premise: Sig went on all of two missions with the Demolition Duo and decided "dibs, my rookies now, no take-backs".

"No leads on Mar yet."

Sig slouched in the corner booth, eyeing the empty bar as he spoke quietly into his talk-box. "Been trying to work out why Jak was able to talk to that Oracle in the slums. Only thing I know for sure is that it's teaching him to control all the dark eco Praxis forced into his bloodstream."

"His bloodstream?!"*

Damas sounded appalled.

"Eco outside of the core organ is some of the worst pain a hu'men can experience shy of a gut-shot! When did that happen?"

Sig clenched his teeth hard.

"Over the last two years. Snatched the kid off the street and put him through that for two years trying to make a super-soldier while Jak fought him every step of the way."

"I wish I could say that didn't sound like a logical progression of his depravity," Damas hissed on the other end of the line. "That your recruit managed to walk away from that -- let alone resist for two years -- is impressive."

There was a thoughtful note in the king's voice. He was considering something. Now was as good a time as any to try to catch him in an agreeable mood. Sig braced himself.

"...I have a request. I know you don't want to get involved in the civil war beyond runnin' guns, but-"

"Spit it out, Sig."

Sig rubbed the skin under his prosthetic eye and groaned.

"I'm...scared for Jak, man. Every time I see him, he's weaker. Kid’s about to drop over the edge of exhaustion and he keeps trudging on because he says "they" told him to. And I'm pretty sure he's talkin' about the Underground. Now, I know it's off agenda, but- I wanna follow him back. Find out whose trying to work him to death and straighten em out."

He could barely see the shrug on the monitor as Damas answered.

"Why're you asking me? He's your kid."

Something warm fluttered in Sig’s stomach and he grinned despite himself. "Yeah. I...guess he kinda is at this point, isn't he?"

The line was quiet for a few seconds. Time enough for sounds to begin emanating from the street. Then,

"When you find Mar-"

When. Not if. As if his success wasn't even in question.

"When you bring him home, bring Jak, too. I want to meet this kid in person."

"You think I'd let him and Daxter stay here?" Sig scoffed.

Just then, the door swung open, bringing with it the ottsel's familiar voice.

"I'm tellin' you, sweetheart, it's all about the pine-pears. Slice em, grill em, put em on the steak. I guarantee even Hoverboy will love it."

Tess walked in with the boys -- Sig didn't blame them for walking together. This wasn't the nicest neighborhood even without the KG -- and she giggled.

"Daxxie, I've never even had pine-pear. How am I supposed to convince Krew to put something on the menu if we can't get any?"

Jak looked worse than before. The circles beneath his eyes were deep and purple, and he looked dehydrated. Daxter perked up from his shoulders to glance in Sig’s direction.

Crap. He loved the boys, but they weren't cleared to know about Spargus yet.

"Hey, shift's gonna be starting soon, hon. Imma have to call you back."

"I beg your pardon?!" Damas sputtered.

After a beat, in which he must've heard the other voices, he sounded calmer. "Ah. You have company. Carry on."

"Yeah yeah yeah. No, I'll remember. Don't worry about it," Sig said quickly, and a little louder than necessary. "Milk, eggs, paper towels. You need me to grab anything else when I clock out?"

Jak stopped next to his table and cocked his head with a soft frown.

"Who you talkin' to?" he asked.

With a sardonic lilt, Damas’s voice grated in his ear.

"Oh, is that my "stepson"? Yeesh, he sounds rough. Tell him to take a nap."

"Tell him yourself!"

"Sure. Watch your ears."

And before he had time to brace himself, Sig had his ears ringing as Damas raised his voice and loudly called,

"Hey kid! Be good for your old man today. Take a nap when he tells you to this time."

"What the-?" Jak squinted at the talk-box.

Sig flushed scarlet from the tip of his ears to his neck when he heard the usually stoic king burst into uncontrolled cackling.

"I'm gonna round up the kids, and then I'm gonna smack you when I get home" he whispered harshly into the line.

"You wouldn't!" Damas snickered, just before ending the call, "Think of the children!"

"I am going to get him for this," Sig muttered as Jak’s face twisted in confusion.

"Who the heck is that?"

"A menace, that's who," Sig growled. "Ignore him."

Unfortunately, Jak did not.

The more time he and Daxter spent with Sig, recovering from missions under the guise of "Wastelander training", the more comfortable he became with Sig having more or less unceremoniously adopted them. And the more comfortable with Sig he got, the more accustomed he became to encrypted calls from Spargus. The ones Sig wouldn't tell him about yet.

Damas’s terrible habit of taking a Situation and running with it came back to bite them both when a message came while Sig was running perimeter check. And Jak answered the comm.

"You...are not supposed to be on this line."

To his credit, Damas kept reasonably calm.

"Where's your dad, rookie?"

"Sig's clearing the building," Jak answered with a shrug.

"I'd go grab him, but apparently broken toes disqualify you from pest control."

"Eco would fix that quickly enough."

"That's what I said!" Jak gestured vaguely towards the door. "It's not even the worst injury I've gotten in a base!"

Daxter paused on his way past Jak to the kitchen.

"That's true," he called over, "I think catching the live scatter rounds with your bare hands still holds the title on that one, pal."

"Eh." Jak made an entirely too casual shrug.

"Now, don't tell me you were juggling ammunition," Damas said, with a bit of mild reproof under the dry tone.

"The kid tried to channel em," Jak defended himself, "Slight burns or crabby toddler with super strength? Definitely could have been worse. Sig freaked out over that one, too."

Damas’s face went blank very abruptly.

"What toddler."

The door opened, and Jak glanced over.

"Oh, hey Sig. Your "it's complicated" is on the comm."

Sig made a very amusing impression of a fish out of water. He rushed across the room and snatched the talk-box.

"You don't have clearance for my comm, cherry! You know that!"

"What?" Jak asked indignantly, even as Sig propelled him out of the room.

"It's just that stepdad guy! What's the big deal?"

Sig glared at the box. "You did this."

Damas barely noticed. "He can stay, I need to clear something up with him."

If looks could kill, Damas would have been shaking hands with his ancestors at that moment.

"Out. Go run your weapons drills." Sig waved the boys away.

"Well so much for being consistent with him," Damas needled.

Another discreetly murderous glance was aimed at the camera lens.

"Are you serious right now."

"Jak may have information about Mar's location, Sig. I'm dead serious."

Sig snapped back to look at Jak so quickly that Jak was afraid he was going to get whiplash.

Jak blinked.

"Uh...we're not talking about the dead city founder guy, are we? Because I don't know where he is, but the old lady is making me look, so I can probably get you intel later."

*"Toddler,"* Damas corrected tightly, "Green hair, wearing an amulet of Mar. Powerful but uncontrolled channeling potential. Would be about four now."

Jak relaxed. "Oh, him! Yeah, I dropped him off with Vin at the power station because the Shadow was letting him play in the street again."

The combined stares of his semi-legal guardian and the man on the tiny screen left him fidgeting uncomfortably.

"....what?"

[kymera219]

Wip Thursday

I got tagged by @takaraphoenix and while I don't have any new Steter in the works until after secret Santa, here's a hilarious Sterek fic I'm working on!

Derek had no idea who he pissed off in a past life, but he'd like to go back and apologize now.

All he did was send Stiles to the store for eggs...EGGS! Surely his adorable spaz of a boyfriend couldn't get sidetracked doing that, could he?

Apparently...he could.

Instead of the aforementioned breakfast item, Stiles bounced into the loft carrying a fluffy white chicken in his arms.

"Her name's Amanda. She needed a home and farm fresh eggs are better anyway, so I figured we could convert one of the loft's empty floors into a coop."

"Stiles, I love you....but there is absolutely no way you are turning any part of my building into a chicken coop."

************

Stiles turned the tenth floor into a chicken coop.

[itsphantasmagoria]

Weekday Snippets

Thanks for tagging me @appleslightning ❤️❤️❤️

The ones on the right are smut and are heeeeeavily cropped lol

Tagging whoever wants to do this! (I am tired and brain cells aren’t colliding right now)

[spiderraeken]

snippet thursday

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess <3

The clang of the metal ladder echoed loudly throughout the kitchen, the side of it slamming onto the tiled floor harshly. Liam winced and let out a groan as he pulled himself up from where he'd fallen, one hand coming up to rub at the spot on his forehead that had smacked into one of the metal rungs. All he'd been trying to do was get a bowl from the top shelf where the house's resident giraffe of an alpha left it but, just like everything that had happened today, it had fallen apart. 

His entire body stiffened when he heard the front door opened and then let out a silent curse when the familiar scent of incense wafted over to him. He scrambled upward, grabbing the ladder with the grace of a bull in a china shop, and hoped to god that Brett wouldn't realize what had just happened. 

"Liam?"

Shit.

Liam frantically tried to assemble the ladder together correctly so that it wasn't crumpled and barely managed to get it upright before Brett walked in, a dubious look on his face. The alpha glanced at the ladder and then looked back down at Liam.

"Did you fall again?" he asked, the question immediately causing Liam to sputter like a rusty old engine. The sound made Brett grin and he meandered over to where Liam was standing by the counter, his entire demeanor infuriatingly serene.

His hand lifted up to touch the metal rung right next to Liam's head, essentially caging him in on one side, and gave him one of those irritating little smirks that meant he was about to be a shithead, and then said, "Didn't you learn from the last time?"

Liam's eyes widened, flared, and then narrowed in rapid succession before he growled and shoved Brett off of him, his arm reaching out to grab the aforementioned tool. He dragged it over to the closet next to the fridge and shoved it inside forcefully, fully content to never look at it again.

no pressure tagging @equallyloyalandlethal @outcastpack @transdunbar @snaeken @akirasstories @awinnn23 @bookwyrm07 @blue-hair-and-angels @xtarmanderx

[paramoreparaless]

wip wednesday

Keith sat back on his haunches, tail twitching before settling around him. Limin looked at him questioningly – he was one of the smaller ones, though by the way he carried himself, not among the younger ones. Short, pointed ears like a cat and dark blue-purple stripes running along his back across warm yellow fur. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“I’ll eat after you,” Keith replied easily. One, he was still kinda disgusted with himself for the whole thing, honestly, and trying to eat his kill now would probably just make him throw it back up, and two, with the way Xara and Rinnow were fighting over ribs, Keith figured he was much safer waiting for everyone’s hunger to die down first.

Rinnow, the smaller twin – Keith was maybe assuming a lot, calling them twins, but both had the same short red fur and yellow eyes – clambered over to him, having lost her challenge to her sister. Her tail was bushed up unhappily, and Keith suppressed the urge to groom it back to tidiness.  “I’m bored.”

“We’ll head back soon,” Keith said, pulling the grass. It was a bit different from anything on Earth – despite being dry, and looking brittle, it had an almost elastic quality when bent. If Keith had more time, he’d consider weaving something more elaborate, but as it were, he really did have to start corralling the kits back to the burrow within the next few doboshes.

Pulling the top half of his Blade suit off over his head, he sliced through the stitching – seam – Keith wasn’t actually quite sure how they were made, but there was a line where the two fabrics met, and he cut it. It wasn’t going to be perfect, since he wasn’t exactly in the habit of carrying around a sewing kit, nor had he ever really bothered to know how to do much more than what he needed to repair old clothes, but it should hold together long enough that he could secure tomorrow’s meal.

Rinnow watched him, entranced, and plucked a few grass shoots of her own to weave, though hers seemed less… woven, more twisted around eachother in the hopes that it would become the same as Keith’s. It was – was stupidly endearing, and Keith almost missed the loop with his next movement. He tested the hold – eh, good enough. The grass gave it a kind of stretching quality, on top of the inherent give of the uniform’s material. All he had to do now was wait for the feeding frenzy to die down.

Yila – one of the most Galra-looking kits, if not for the pale white patches across her fur, seemingly at random – dropped the bone she’d been gnawing on – probably for the marrow, and Brye, the little bat-flying-squirrel looking one, snatched up the discarded bone to see what he could get from it. Despite the, you know, entire carcass behind him. Keith took the space they’d left and began cutting off sections of meat – with his knife, thank you very much.

[ksbbb]

WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY

Tagged by @ashyjingles

This would be the day where Liam isn’t in the tunnels and it takes forever to find him; finally ending up at Mason’s house where he’s sitting on the damn porch, waiting with a devilish grin, locking his eyes on the chimera when he pulls up.

“Did you hug it out with your old friend? I’m sure that will make things easier for you.” Liam cheekily greets him, no hello but a distant insult, the anger of the other wolf cracking his illusions of keeping this a relatively normal discussion, but there is no normal with a psychopath.

“Quiet. What do you want? To belittle me, but what else? I’m tired.” Theo growls, fangs scraping against his tongue, agitated by Liam’s foul mood.

Tagging @mmoosen @maplesyrizzup @thiamsxbitch @honestlydarkprincess @thiamsalpha @genetic-hellhound @wolfboy88 @chasing-chimeras @theoceanismyinkwell @thiamblogger @fruchtfliege @slimeyslimeyballsack @hemlocksandfoxgloves @blue-hair-and-angels

[ligiawrites]

[drjemmanugent]

the looks between them towards the end of the vid and the double hand hold!!! 🩵💚💛

*swoons*

c: netflix españa on TT

[dawnrider]

Happy Halloween, Ghosts and Ghouls! For #Thirsty Thursday I've got a snippet for the number redacted chapter of From Beginning to End. A little Thirsty Kagome™️ for you. 😈

As always, feel free to send in questions, comments, concerns... recipes. Trick or treats!

“Kagome…”

“You like when I touch you. I can sense it.”

“Of course I do,” he panted. “But I feel like I could go into rut any second. Please. I don’t want to hurt you. The supp…” She kissed him again, muffling the word before he could say it. “Dammit, Kagome. You don’t get it! An alpha’s rut is bad enough. But I’m hanyou too, I could completely lose control.”

Kagome hummed along as though she were agreeing with what he was telling her, all while popping the buttons of his dress shirt loose. Her fingers found his bare skin, the muscles tightening at her touch. Having someone so strong at her mercy was kind of… thrilling.

She marveled at the light tattoo across his right shoulder, creeping up his neck just enough to not be revealed with a collared shirt. Tracing her fingers across the vines and delicate looking flowers, she relished the way Inuyasha shivered under her touch, the way he stared up at her in awe. It was such a fragile looking thing on a man of his size and strength.

Lower, on the ribs, she was met with a similar design, but the flowers were larger and a bit more intricate. The leaves and vines reminded her of old pictures in botanical books, almost like the leaves had been pressed directly into his skin. Someone is a very skilled tattoo artist, she mused, grinning when he sucked in a gasp at her fingers tracing over his ribs and toward his belly.

Kagome shifted her weight backward so she could work on his pants, and he whimpered as her hips moved over his. “Hah… You need to… Ungh.” Incoherent, she wasn’t sure what he was saying, but it was pretty clear that he was enjoying the warmth and pressure.

[wizerdbattle]

First chapter of my tmagp game show fic is up! Check it out!

Summary:

Welcome back to another season of Hilltop Housemates! Join Sam, Celia, Gwen and Alice as they attempt to settle into their brand new life as housemates - here's hoping they all get along! And they better not get too spooked, either - or who knows what might happen... Oh, and Annabelle's there too.

[steviestits]

witch arranged marriage

Thank you for the ask!

Witch Arranged Marriage: Basically, Steve's parents made a deal with the Munson clan of witches, arranging Steve to marry the clan's heir, Eddie. Eddie grew-up knowing Steve would be his husband in the future. Steve, not so much.

CW: Hinted Mpreg if you squint. It's going to be in the main work, though.

When Steve came down the stairs and into the living room, he was surprised to see that the guest was the man that he’d met at the party and another gruffer looking man who was a bit older. The two were dressed very differently from each other, (the man Steve knew was dressed in all black with silver jewelry adorning his person while the others was dressed down in flannel and jeans) but they both gave off an air of power that couldn’t be denied. They glanced up as Steve entered, with the man in black grinning widely at him from where he stood.

“There you are, sweetheart,” the man said, striding over to take Steve into his arms.

Steve stiffened, not used to the sudden affection. “Mom, Dad, what’s going on?”

“You didn’t tell him yet?” the older man huffed gruffly.

“Tell me what?” Steve asked. “What are they talking about?”

Exchanging looks, his mom and dad tensed, as if they had been hoping that they wouldn’t be noticed. The two of them glared at each other, seeming to have a silent argument about who would address the situation. His dad stepped forward eventually, having lost whatever fight they’d been having previously.

Clearing his throat, his dad said, “We didn’t tell him because we thought that since Steve wasn’t born a girl then you’d be after our granddaughter and thus didn’t feel the need to inform Steve of the agreement as not to pressure him.”

“Why the fuck would I want your granddaughter!?” the man in black yelled.

“Eddie, calm down,” the older man warned. “Just because they’re idiots doesn’t mean you have to shout.”

“I don’t understand,” Steve said, looking from the older man to Eddie. “Why did I need to be born a girl? And why did you think I’d give complete strangers my daughter!?”

“I’m not a stranger, princess,” Eddie said, tugging Steve closer to him. “I’m your future husband. You really should’ve been more prepared, though it explains why you didn’t recognize me at the party.”

“But Steve’s a boy!” his mom shouted. “You said you needed someone to carry on the Munson line! Steve, he- He clearly doesn’t have the right equipment, so you can’t blame us for assuming that you wouldn’t want him!”

“You let us worry about that,” the older man said. “You should know better than anyone else the miracles our line’s magic can work. It got you where you are today, after all.”

At that, Steve’s parents paled, and Steve was starting to get the picture. He didn’t know about the magic part, but from what he could tell, his parents had made a deal with these people to further their riches, using Steve, and his future children, as a bargaining chip to get what they wanted. It should’ve made Steve feel good that his parents were fighting to keep him, but realistically, he knew in his heart that they weren’t fighting for him, instead wanting to keep the heir they had raised.