#snippet sunday

[buffaluff]

no one tagged me but welcome to my

💖 snippet sunday 💐

or maybe i’ll just start calling it sketchbook sunday or something or other, we’ll see! just anything i’m working on pre-final scan ☺️

tagging anyone who wants to share a doodle today (or any day, i’m not your boss but show me!)

#just a little goofy thing but i love making in-universe pieces like this #something you’d see stuck on a fridge or tucked into a cork board #buff art #911 abc #buddie #buddie fanart #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #evan buckley #oh no i’m gonna make a 9 1 1 tag now aren’t i #buddie supremacy #snippet sunday

[hawkeykirsah]

Snippet Sunday

Did I start working on another Icemav fic? I sure did! Have some Matchmaker Goose.

“Oh my God,” Goose said suddenly next to him. “You like him.” A shiver ran down his spine. “What?” Ice hissed. “No.” Goose just gave him a look, and Tom remembered that he’d been one of the few people at the Academy to know about his…preferences. And with few he meant less than five, two of which were currently in this very room. “You like him,” Goose repeated in a low tone, careful not to be overheard, “and it’s pissing you off.” “His flying is pissing me off,” he shot back, thinking back to their hop earlier that day. “Mhm.” Ice ground his teeth together so hard his jaw ached. Goose had it all wrong. He did not like Maverick Mitchell like that; he did not. Sure, he was scarily competent when he wasn’t actively ignoring all rules of engagement and he wasn’t hard on the eyes with his bright smile, all crooked teeth and laugh lines, and green eyes and that blush when he’d been straddling— Oh fuck him sideways. He did. What the fuck, he did not need this.

#snippet sunday #icemav #top gun #matchmaker goose au #hawk writes #my writing #wip

[teencopandthesourwolf]

SNIPPET SUNDAY

tagged by the lovely @outtoshatter to take part. but it's monday! i hear you cry... yeah, sue me. this is a stiles's-perpetually-open-bedroom-window sterek wip fic that is growing incredibly s l o w l y but growing none the less.

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"I'm gonna buy you a bell to wear around that thick neck of yours, 'wolf," Stiles threatens, and thinks he might actually mean it.

"You'd have to buy me a collar, first."

And—what?

Maybe Stiles isn't actually awake yet.

He thought he heard the sourwolf making a dog joke. Actually, forget the canine inclusion, that part doesn't even matter...

Derek Hale just made a joke.

Stiles must look incredulous as fuck because Derek's face softens a little. Hell, the big guy almost smiles, his smooth lips twitching adorably.

Stiles's frazzled brain needle scratches dramatically.

Then, it backtracks a little.

"Wait, how did you know I was having a nightmare?" he asks, momentarily puzzled. He wipes a clammy arm across his clammy face, waiting for his mind to whirr into action.

Derek must've—

Oh.

"Dude, were you hanging around outside my window?"

Derek looks shifty.

Well, shiftier than usual.

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tagging, play or nay: @shealynn88 @sharkfish @novemberhush @greyhavenisback @ohhalefire @jmeelee @wolfspurr @nerdherderette and any others i can't think of rn that i should be tagging plus anybody else at all who wants to do the thing; just feel free to say i tagged you xp

#snippet sunday #wips #sterek wip #writers of fic #sterek #fanfic wip #sterek fic #writing games #tag games #i got tagged #tag you're it #tcats wips #teencopandthesourwolf

[lizpaige]

snippet sunday

i have many half written beginnings of ideas that i may or may not come back to so why not share them on a wip/snippet sharing post?

“Your boy is calling.”

Ronan sat up on the couch just in time to catch his phone from Hennessy tossing it to him. He answered the call immediately.

“Hey.”

Hennessy threw a pillow at him, whacking him in the head. Ronan grabbed it and threw it back at her, getting up to duck out of the room. They were in Ronan’s new apartment, Ronan and Adam’s new apartment starting tomorrow when Adam moved out of the dorms. It was the end of the school year and Adam was transferring to Georgetown in the fall.

“Hey.” Adam’s voice always seemed to warm him up. There was a lot of noise on the other end.

“What’s happening over there?”

A puff of air blew into the phone. “Party. Finals are over. Everyone’s door is open on my floor and they dumped all their leftover alcohol in this big plastic storage bin and they’ve been passing it around.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah, it’s really not that bad.”

“You’re drinking that toxic waste? That’s hardcore, Parrish.”

“Yeah, well…” Ronan could hear the sound of a door shutting and the cacophony of dorm room celebration became muffled. “They don’t really take no for an answer. I’m hiding in my room trying to pack. What were you doing?”

Now that he could really hear him, Ronan picked up on Adam’s accent, in full swing, dropping the ends of words, melodic in its cadence, dipping low and swaying up high. There were only a few times when Adam would let his Henrietta accent back in. When he was very tired, which was possible since he had just worked his ass off with exams. When he was alone with Ronan or close friends, because he didn’t try to hide it from those he trusted. Or on the very rare occasion that he was under the influence. Ronan got him high once and could barely even understand Adam, he was too turned on to try and decipher whatever he was saying.

Adam rarely drank, so Ronan rarely received any drunk texts or calls. Ronan didn’t really drink either anymore. For Adam’s birthday last year, Gansey, Henry, and Blue came to the Barns and they had a big barbeque, fire pit, and Ronan fixed up a dreamt projector to show some shitty action movies on the side of the long barn. Ronan drank a little, Adam drank a little more. He was tipsy at best, but ended up falling asleep in Ronan’s lap in front of everyone by the end of the night.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

Ronan bit back a smile at the dropped ‘g’. “Just hanging out with Hennessy. Why’d you call?”

“I don’t know.” A pause… and then, “just missed you.”

Ronan bit back a smile. “Missed me, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“You a little tipsy there?”

“No,” Adam answered too fast, as if his voice wasn’t incriminating enough.

#ronan lynch #adam parrish #pynch #snippet sunday

[bardic-inspo]

Snippet Sunday

Tagged last week by the iconic @persephotea 💜💜💜

Tagging forward: @blackjackkent, @prudent-nerd, @four-leaf-loco, @astarionancuntnin, @roguishcat, @ollysoxisfree, and @bloodinwine if you have something you'd like to share! No worries if you'd rather not! 💜

If you'd like me to tag you to participate in future WIP writing posts, you can give this post over here a like. I try to rotate who I tag!

A little bit from the angsty-turned-horny post-game Spawn Astarion introspective I'm working on, titled 'Dhampir Dreams':

Absently, his fingers follow the path of an old scar on her stomach. At its end, he finds the start of softness. Astarion loves that, too. She didn’t used to be soft there, when they were just surviving. They’re not just surviving anymore. Perhaps he’s changed her, after all. It’s not so scary anymore, to admit she’s turned him, too. Not to the light, or anything so nauseatingly righteous. But she shifted his view so Astarion could see himself in it. Even if his days of standing in the sun are done. Be my mirror, he bade her, what feels like another lifetime ago. She smiled in that soft, fond way of hers that, at the time, hurt to look at too long. Like staring straight at the sun itself. He scoffed at her poetic ruminations on his hair curling near his ears. The creases when he laughs.  Tav saw beauty in him he couldn’t have seen himself, even if he had a reflection to stare at. She made love with a man who never thought he could have anything near it. Made all his red dreams come true, and then said ‘go on, make new ones, in whatever color you like’. Astarion’s never thought about being a father. Not before her.

#astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion ancunin #my writing #dhampir dreams #snippet sunday

[thesleepyskipper]

So I normally don't do this, but I think it's one of the days people share stuff so I thought I'd give it a go.

Sharing a snippet of my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic…is this dumb? Hopefully not. 😂

"The day Henry moved into his new flat was truly a most excellent day. It was springtime in New York; the sun was actually shining, flowers were fragrantly blooming at the park nearby and today was the day he would begin his new life. Henry was finally getting the opportunity to establish himself in his own place, in a city he was ready to call his own, far away from his meddling family. An entire ocean between them felt like almost enough to feel comfortable living life the way he had wanted.

That was also the day that he first met his neighbour, Alex.

Alex was drop-dead gorgeous, with big, brown eyes and soft, fluffy dark curls sitting atop his head. He also had a body that completely stopped Henry in his tracks, even though he was simultaneously carrying an extremely heavy box of books. Henry could make out the hard lines of his abs below his tight black t-shirt. He stared at Alex for a few more seconds than was typically polite and while his biceps were absolutely burning from the weight of the box in his arms, he did not care one bit. Despite the fact that his mouth was occupied with trying to keep from almost drooling, he tried his best to give the stranger a kind (and hopefully not creepy) smile.

Alex gave a friendly wave in return as he walked down the hall, approaching Henry and his large stack of packing boxes. “Hey there, new neighbour!”

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #fandom event #a royally big bang #arwrbb #rwrbrbb #firstprince #rwrb fandom #snippet sunday #is that real or did i make it up? #they were neighbours

[rmd-writes]

Firstprince eating off each others plates! (See my DM about specific vibes if I’m allowed 😂)

I’ve assigned each prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! If you’ve sent me one, I promise I will get to it!! Because I’m using these prompts to try to shake words loose after a bout of writer’s block, these are all just whatever I can come up with in ~20min and barely edited 💖

Thanks for the prompt, Ally! Hopefully I’ve captured the vibes you asked for here 🙏🏽

Seeing as it’s Sunday night, I’m taking the opportunity to use this as my seven sentence/snippet Sunday post!

24. Eating off each other’s plates

“Hello, strumpet,” a familiar voice says from the doorway.

Alex twists in his chair to confirm what he knows – Pez is standing in the doorway.

“You look in dire need of an intervention, poppet,” Pez declares as he crosses the room.

“Hey Pez,” Alex says, leaning forward to accept the cheek kiss that Pez offers. “You’re looking fabulous.”

“Always,” he replies, spinning so that Alex can get the full effect of his cropped, lavender hair, floral blouse and tight black jeans cuffed above embossed black patent leather combat boots. “This is an intervention by the way. Henry sent me up, certain that I might have better luck coaxing you out of this den.”

Alex looks around. There are stacks of paper covering his desk, and the floor. As well as textbooks, pens and several empty coffee mugs strewn across his desk.

“I’m studying, I don’t need a fucking intervention,” he insists.

Pez wrinkles his nose. “Oh honey, you do. Trust me. Up you pop! Haz tells me you’ve found some amazing food trucks close by and there are empanadas calling my name.”

—

Alex sits beside Henry, their shoulders and knees pressed together as they eat, while Pez sits across from them moaning obscenely as he eats the empanadas and declares them “the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”

“High praise, considering the long list of things that have been in your mouth,” Henry says drily.

Pez is clearly delighted by his friend’s response and Alex grins. He loves it when Henry is like this – happy and relaxed enough to let his snarky side out. There are very few people who get to see this side of him, but it might be Alex’s favourite.

Alex had ordered every kind of empanada on offer in rapid-fire Spanish, gesturing at Pez and explaining to the woman behind the counter why he and Henry weren’t just ordering their standard order.

There’s an array of paper boats holding the crescent-shaped pastries on the table and Alex has one in front of him.

“Is that the chorizo?” Henry asks him. Alex nods. “Here, swap, I have your favourite spicy beef ones.”

Alex sucks a bit of filling off the end of his thumb before reaching for the paper tray in front of Henry. He doesn’t miss the way that Henry’s eyes dip to his mouth as he does so, or the way that Henry’s pupils dilate a little. He smirks.

And if he makes sure to get some of the coriander crema on his finger when he dips his empanada into the container so that he can lick it off again, well, no one can prove it was deliberate.

(You can read all of my intimate moments prompts here)

Thanks for the tags @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @redshirt2 💖

Tagging @welcometololaland @lightningboltreader @everwitch-magiks @clottedcreamfudge @rosedavid @lilythesilly @nontoxic-writes @stutteringpeach @inexplicablymine @daisymae-12 (art wip maybe?) @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @stereopticons @kiwiana-writes @carlos-in-glasses @liminalmemories21 @reyesstrand @freneticfloetry @strandnreyes @three-drink-amy @alrightbuckaroo to please leave me with snippets to wake up to??? 💖

#firstprince fic #rwrb fic #rwrb #firstprince #snippet Sunday #rmd writes #rmd writes: rwrb snippet #intimate moments prompts #prompt fill

[bloodinwine]

Snippet Sunday

Thank you for the tag @bardic-inspo

Tagging forward: @harlequinromancing, @starryjuicebox, @carooosa, @kittenintheden

No pressure if you don't want to <3 love you all <3

A small snippet from Until You chp13 currently entitled 'Just Fallen'

#until you #astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion fanfic #astarion love #bg3 astarion #snippet sunday #current wip #draft

[elysianholly]

Masquerade (WIP)

Thought I'd share a bit of my upcoming Elysian Fields April Challenge fic. This is plotted at 16 chapters, and 5 are complete at the moment. There's zero chance the whole fic will be done by the end of April, so the current plan is to post the first chapter and then wait and schedule the rest for later this year.

Inspired by this challenge on Elysian Fields. As of yet unbeta'd.

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Title: Masquerade

Pairing: Buffy/Spike

Timeline: Post-Chosen

Expected Publication: Mid-2024

-------------------------------------- “So,” Willow said blankly once Buffy reached the end of her sales pitch. “You’re…staying. In Los Angeles. Indefinitely.”

Buffy furrowed her brow, glanced around at the others. It was just the core gang—Willow and Xander, Giles and Dawn, plus Faith and Kennedy, the latter of whom was there more an accessory to Willow, considering Buffy didn’t give a crap how she voted. Those girls who were set on seeing through the slayer gig were out with Andrew, and thank god for that, as there wasn’t enough room in her father’s house to accommodate everyone. Barely enough room to accommodate the people she was looking at. All of whom were looking at her with varying degrees of uncertainty. Something Buffy did not appreciate.

“No,” she said slowly. “I’m not staying in Los Angeles indefinitely. Just until we find out what Angel is up to.”

“And what do we think he’s up to?” Xander asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. The eyepatch and shaggy hair gave him an air of manufactured authority that Buffy could do without, particularly when he was looking at her like she had a screw loose. “No offense, Buff, but none of us even knew this law firm was a thing until, what, last week?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Just that you seem really worried about something that wasn’t on our radar before.”

“Xander, how do you think things end up on our radar?”

He shifted a bit at that, gave the room a look with his good eye as though trying to drum up support. “I’m just saying… Is it possible that you’re overreacting to this Angel news?”

“How so?”

“Because Spike died,” Kennedy said shortly, then threw up her hands when Willow shot her a warning look. “What? It’s what we’re all thinking, right? She learned that the necklace or whatever that killed her boyfriend came from this law firm and suddenly it’s all she can talk about. She didn’t even care until that Angel guy told her.”

“I didn’t care?” Buffy echoed, her shoulders going tense. Not that that was saying much—she was always tense whenever Kennedy opened her mouth, and usually for good reason. “According to who? You?”

“What? You were all proud of him on the trip up.”

“I’m still proud of him. I can be proud of him and suspicious about the thing that killed him at the same time.” She turned to glare at Willow—it was safer than glaring at Kennedy directly. Not as likely to lead to a larger screaming match, and therefore easier on her blood pressure. “The amulet—”

“Closed the Hellmouth,” Giles said in his watcher voice, or as she was starting to consider it, his I-know-better-than-you voice. “It worked as it should have. And given the information Angel was provided, we can’t say that the other outcome was unprecedented. The amulet was said to have cleansing powers—it did. Angel also told you that it was volatile, dangerous. It was. What exactly do you think you would have done differently?”

#spuffy #spuffy is endgame #spuffy fanfic #snippet sunday #spuffy wips #spuffy fic #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #buffy summers #post chosen #post series #fanfic wip #works in progress

[writer-in-theory]

Smooth Talkin', So Rockin' - Snippet

I wanted to share a little bit of what I've been working on since February. This is a small part of my fic for the Steddie Big Bang event (@steddiebang ). Huge thanks to them for running this event, or I wouldn't have tackled just a large project.

In this fic, Steve is just Steve Harrington by day, but by night, he's performing in sold-out stadiums as iconic popstar Zayne Maine. Eddie Munson is an up-and-coming rock star hell-bent on proving Zayne's not all he's cracked up to be.

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“When are you going to admit Zayne’s a good person and a good singer? Clearly, you think so, otherwise, you wouldn’t be here," Chrissy asked.

“When he admits he had no good reason to cover our song,” Eddie responded quickly, still not sure if he even believes it anymore, “and when he stops being so popular, Jesus Christ.” 

“You’re unbearable and I can’t wait to see your face when he proves you wrong live.”

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie spoke, glancing around for anyone he could use to prove his point. Most people were busy by now, rushing to accomplish every last-minute task before the start of the show. The openers were on, leaving only a precious few minutes to get everything set up.

There was one person, though, standing off to the side like he meant to disappear in the crowd.

He wore all black like many of the crew did, though instead of working like the rest of them he was leaning against a wall sipping on a bottle of water. An intern, maybe? Well, Eddie wasn’t above bothering the interns if it meant proving himself right.

“Hey!” Eddie called, waving the unknown man over. The man looked shocked, pulling an earbud out and pointing to himself like this was the first time someone purposefully noticed him. “C’mere, I have a question.”

The man listened, and walked over close enough that Eddie could get a better look at him. He was, admittedly, gorgeous in the kind of way that only normal people got to be. He was unassuming in his comfort clothes, with the kind of flowing hair that would normally have Eddie swooning and bright, brown eyes that were earnest in their focus. “Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham, right? What can I, uh, do for you?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” Eddie said with a Cheshire grin, ignoring Chrissy’s eye roll. “You see, Chrissy and I were having a debate amongst geniuses, and we need you to be our tiebreaker.”

“Oh, oh I don’t think I’m your guy. I can go get—” He looked a little like a deer caught in headlights, doe-eyes wide as they flicked between Eddie and Chrissy. It was charming, the way he seemed so shocked that Eddie was talking to him now. 

“On the contrary...what’s your name, man?”

“Steve. Steve Harrington.”

Steve Harrington. Delightfully plain, with no obvious connections to anyone in the industry. This might be the first person Eddie could talk to in L.A. with zero strings attached, no expectations or cameras watching them. 

“Well, Harrington, I need someone on my side. Think you can do that?”

“Depends,” Steve answered, smoothly dodging the arm Eddie went to sling around his shoulders. He raised his eyebrows, arms crossed almost like he was trying to size up Eddie. It was an attitude that not many people took with him anymore, either because they were too starstruck or too terrified of him. “Think you can be a little less cryptic?”

“That might be kinda hard, I am known as the Cryptid of Hawkins.”

Steve’s laugh was like the bells of Notre Dame—bright, music-like, and commanding in a way that had Eddie clinging to the sound for more. 

“You’re not called that,” Steve returned, completely focused on the conversation despite the growing commotion around them.

“Oh, so you’ve heard of me.”

“I have,” Steve said, “It’s hard not to, you’re kinda popular.”

“Say that to the Midwestern moms who form protests outside our concerts,” Eddie laughed, remembering all of the angry signs that rivaled all the good ones at his last show in Indianapolis. 

“Hey, bad press is still press,” Steve answered, shrugging once like the concept didn’t bother him much. In general, nothing seemed to phase him despite talking to a not unfamous musician while backstage at one of the biggest concerts of the year. Who was this guy? “So what was it you needed?”

“Oh, right! What d’you think of Zayne Maine? It’s a safe space, I promise I won’t tell,” Eddie asked with a light teasing tone in his voice.

Surprise took over Steve’s expression then, coming in a slow wave as he clearly tried to comprehend the question. Then he laughed, a nervous thing that ended with Steve’s hand running through his beach waves. Right when Eddie was about to ask what was so funny, Steve asked, “You really wanna know what I think of Zayne Maine?”

“Only honest opinions will be accepted,” Eddie answered, “Chrissy over there seems to think he deserves all this hype.”

By the time Steve opened his mouth to respond, the commotion backstage finally caught his attention. Steve turned his head as someone asked where Zayne had gone, his cheeks flushing pink as he watched the crew search for the missing popstar.

“I think that’s my cue,” Steve sighed, beginning to step back from Eddie, “I should go find him.”

“Are you his PA?” Eddie asked then, feeling his heart begin to race. Did he really just ask Zayne Maine’s personal assistant if he thought the man was an asshole? No wonder he wanted to get away from Eddie so soon! The first time Eddie met someone gorgeous, funny, and completely out of the celebrity circle he goes and has to ruin it. Screw Zayne Maine for making him trash talk the guy’s boss.

“Something like that,” Steve answered, shaking his head and beginning to walk backward, somehow managing to stay out of everyone else’s path like he already knew where they'd be. If Eddie were to have tried something smooth like that, he would’ve fallen flat on his face in seconds. “Come find me after the show, I’ll give you my answer then, Eddie.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie bb #steddie big bang #steddie bigbang #snippet sunday

[buffaluff]

Sketching Sunday 🦬✏️💖

(a thing i’m making up since i enjoy everyone’s writing on sunday but also want to pretend like i’m also participating with the big kids)

plucking away slowly at my ren faire au drawings in my (limited) free time but having fun!

tagging anyone who wants to share a bit of art they’re working on ☺️💖 i wanna see!

#911 abc #911 fanart #christopher diaz #evan buckley #ren faire au #knight buck #buff art #sketching sunday #snippet sunday #oh no i’m gonna make a 9 1 1 tag now aren’t i #blatantly stole the armor from my sister sorry you’re the new lady ellory buck

[hawkeykirsah]

Sunday Snippet

Some Soapghost today because reasons.

“Why do I like you again?” The Scot cackled, sliding his hands up his back again. “My sparkling wits ‘n charming personality. Plus I hear I’m quite the looker.” “Whoever told you that deserves to be knocked flat on their arse,” Ghost replied drily, resting his forehead on his arms. “That’d be you, then, Si. Pretty sure you called me pretty jus’ the other day.” “Maybe you should get your hearing checked,” Ghost rumbled into his pillow, the muffled sound hiding the smirk on his face as much as his balaclava. “When’s your next physical? I’ll make sure to tell medical to check your ears.” Johnny huffed. “Ye're a right bawbag sometimes. Jus’ because you don’t want tae admit ye think I’m a braw lad.” “Your head’s big enough as it is, don’t need me sayin’ things you already know, Johnny.”

#soapghost #ghostsoap #johnny 'soap' mactavish #john soap mactavish #simon 'ghost' riley #simon ghost riley #call of duty #snippet sunday #wip snippet #hawk writes #my writing

[beaconfeels]

Sunday Snippet

Felt like sharing more of what I’m working on, so here’s more from my Steter fic where Stiles takes off with Peter after season 1. @claire-guilty @nogitzune @aurevell @mirrorthoughts @lucky-bishop ,any of you have any projects you’re working on you want to share something from?

“Whoa,” Stiles says looking around their hotel, “This is nice.”

Peter doesn’t think it’s anything particularly special. It’s clean and has two rooms and a kitchenette, but it’s not up to his usual standards. They’re not in a big enough town for the kind of suites he’s used to though, so this will do.

”Glad you like it,” he tells Stiles. “Pick a room. They look identical, so I don’t care which. Shall I order in pizza, or do you want to go out?”

“Ordering in sounds good.”

Stiles disappears into the bedroom to the right after telling Peter what he likes on his pizza, and Peter makes the call for their order before wheeling his suitcase to the other room.

Stiles starts playing something obnoxious on his headphones that sounds like Stomp and Led Zeppelin had a tone deaf musical baby, and Peter rubs his temples.

It’s been a weird day. For someone who prides himself on his planning, this is so far outside any plan he’s made that it makes his head spin a little when he thinks about it. He’s not usually impulsive. He’s always been methodical. When he was thirteen he planned for six months how to get the popular girl to ask him out, and she did, setting Peter on a course of popularity for his entire high school career.

He played a sport and made sure he was an integral part of the team because he knew it meant he’d be far less likely to be punished for anything he got up to in his free time should the school administrators find out. Personally, he’d have rather spent his time in advanced English classes or in the poetry club, but nerds don’t get by with things; athletes do. It might not be fair, but he works with things the way they are, not the way he wishes they could be.

That’s why he never challenged it when Talia was picked for the Alpha. His skills have always lended him well to the position of left hand, and he used that free time, and the distance his pack kept from him, for his own uses. He did things he never would have been able to do had he been in training to be the alpha, and the results have been…lucrative.

Now he’s done this thing he doesn’t understand, but then Stiles has been stopping him in his tracks ever since he first met him, hasn’t he? He’s always been smart enough to be afraid of what Peter could do, but brave enough to defy him anyway. That is intriguing.

#Steter #snippet Sunday #my writing #steter fic #me as Stiles being like whoa there’s rooms in here this is fancy #meanwhile peter is like fiiine I’ll make do #he’s so insufferable

[lizpaige]

snippet sunday 🙃

another sneak peek of my declan outside pov of pynch 5+1 really just exploring declan’s mistrust of adam at the beginning and how they eventually CHILL OUT

“Matthew up yet?” Ronan rinsed his cup out, set it down in the sink.

“No.” Declan burnt his tongue on his coffee as he took a gulp to stop himself, but he couldn’t. Not really. He had to. “Adam is though.”

Ronan froze for just a second, back tight, before his posture loosened and he spun around, leaning back against the cabinets, looking challengingly back at Declan.

“When did he get in last night?”

“Not long after you went to bed, old man,” Ronan shot back, crossing his arms over his chest. “You invited him for Christmas, remember?”

“I did,” Declan replied, setting his coffee mug on the counter behind him. “I didn’t realize I was inviting him to sleep in your bed. Maybe I should have been more specific.”

#ronan lynch #adam parrish #pynch #declan lynch #snippet sunday #idk why im so into writing this but i am

[writingwife-83]

Character A: I’m not in love with you, ok? And what’s more, I never will be. There’s nothing here between us. You need to stop waiting for something that will never happen, and just move on.

Character B: …

Character A: well, say something.

Character B: That’s was a nice speech. Very well said. Tell me, when you were planning it out… did you actually convince yourself that it was true?

#random snippet #snippet sunday #ww83 writes #not ship specific #but you best believe I could make it fit with both my otps #imagine your otp #mutual pining #denial of feelings #angsty

[yasmindifference]

snippet sunday

Sorry I haven’t posted anything in forever, it’s ✨the depression✨ and also I was in other fandoms. But I’m feeling better and I actually wrote some stuff today!

“Sounds like a you problem,” Tim said without looking away from the screen, and Jason scoffed.

“Sure, ‘til you get pissy about me putting him down,” he said, “and then it becomes an us problem. Just tryin’ to get ahead of the curve.”

Tim paused. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, the coding he’d worked out slipping away like smoke.

Jason...was asking for a solution other than murder. Was asking for Tim’s help in avoiding murder. And he was doing it...because if he did commit murder, it would come between them?

This wasn’t Jason looking for advice. This was Jason meeting him halfway, the way he’d asked.

Warm all the way through, Tim swiveled his chair to face Jason. He hoped the smile he couldn’t fight didn’t look as stupid as it felt.

“Okay,” he said. “Tell me everything.”

#yasmin's adventures in writing #snippet sunday #jaytim #i don't remember how i tagged these it's been 84 years lmao