#Chapter 3 snippet

[daisychainfiction]

chapter 3 snippet [1]

no self-control. must share things.

[bleaksqueak]

:y

[timeofjuly]

Wishbone Chapter 3 Snippet

“sure,” he says, snuffing out the cigarette in one of the china teacups. Not his fault this fancy hotel doesn’t provide ashtrays and if his hands are shaking a little now that they aren’t occupied, so what? “so. how’ve you been? gotta be pretty jetlagged. what’re the netherlands like this time of year?”

Again, your face is still blank, but he can feel how thrown you are by the question. “I’m fine,” says your mouth, but the inner workings of your cognition are honest in a way that you aren’t. “The Hague was also fine.”

You cross the room and sit in one of the armchairs across from him, placing your bag neatly at your feet. His soul sings at your proximity.

“I fielded a few questions about the bond, but I redirected most of it to the Treaty. Your name isn’t in the media anymore than it was before.”

“okay,” he says. You’re so fucking close to him. It’s making his thoughts turn to mush. “your, um, hair looks nice.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, his skull flushes hot. What the fuck is wrong with him? Real fucking smooth.

Your hand flutters to your head. “It’s a good distraction technique - the tabloids care more about my appearance than they do the bond or anything else actually important. They’re talking about my haircut and not…” You gesture at him. “This. You.”

“you gonna get a mohawk if i do something really scandalous?”

Your face stays neutral, but he feels a tiny flicker in the flame, some mixture of incredulousness and amusement. Whether that’s because of the joke or his sheer audacity, he can’t be certain. “Please don’t do anything scandalous. The press will tear you to shreds, and I don’t have the time in my schedule to put you back together.”

Oof.

Okay, but amusement is progress! It’s not outright derision, at least! And you haven’t lobbed a single fireball at him. Take that, Undyne.

[kindlingkeen]

Thumbnail Thursday! 🎬

Week 3 of posting blurbs from the chapter I’m working on to motivate me to get it over that final editing hump. This week’s snippet comes from Chapter 3 of Harm Reduction, part 4 of Asymmetrical Warfare, my ~UtRH AU.

Chapter 3: Breakneck

Jason tucks his body tightly over the stolen motorcycle and accelerates hard toward the exit off the Midtown freeway. Rain droplets cut sharply against the exposed skin around his eyes. 

The Kingston Bridge looms in the distance, a steel behemoth standing guard over Miller Harbor. The top of the bridge’s suspension system is only partially visible through the thick fog. 

Just a few more miles, and he’ll be in the Narrows.  

Tapping the bike’s brakes hard as he downshifts, Jason torques the front wheels sharply and then steers into the turn. The off-ramp’s slick asphalt glistens like a dark mirror under the hazy glow of the streetlights.

This snippet brought to you by too many hours spent watching YouTube videos on the physics of motorcycles. Full chapter goes up Sunday! It’s still pretty rough but it’s getting there… 🤞

[theoriginalladya]

WIP Wednesday

Got on a roll with the latest Caleb chapter and am finally getting Chapter 3 going!

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Trust is something Caleb’s fought for - sometimes against - his entire life, but never more so than right now.  Kaidan steps back just enough to strip down to his briefs before sliding under the covers with Caleb. 

Kaidan’s warmth wraps around him like a well-used and loved blanket, chasing the panic into the darkness.  Strong arms slide around him, guiding him down to the pillows, adjusting their positions so Caleb’s back is fully against Kaidan’s chest.  Warmth.  Comfort.  Hope.

A deep, stuttering sigh escapes his lips as he tucks back against Kaidan, seeking out that which he’s become far too used to in the few weeks since they agreed they wanted to figure out what they have between them. 

So much change in such a short time… He doesn’t expect sleep to come easily – it never does anymore – but as he gives in to the temptation of darkness and Kaidan says quietly near his ear, “Get some rest, Caleb.  I’m here,” he thinks maybe, just maybe, it won’t matter this time.

[yellowwwcrayon]

There's just something so oddly special about this Deadpool and this Wolverine together. I don't think the Logan in any of the other prior films would have liked Wade this much (well, maybe old man him from that Logan movie) or would have bothered to stay and meet Wade's little dysfunctional family. They're both worn down, exhausted outcasts when they meet here. But the thing I love the most about their dynamic in the movie is that there's no judgment coming from Wade. He just accepts how messed up Logan is and finds this hairy murderous man with anger issues and sexy abs super neat, and I think there's a huge comfort in that. Logan doesn't have to pretend to be some great hero and no one is there to express disappointment when he fails or starts chugging rubbing alcohol because he's a raging alcoholic. He doesn’t need a savior, he just needs a fugly guy in a red suit that can’t die cheering him on from the sidelines and inappropriately groping him at inconvenient times. Some of my mutuals ship Spideypool, but I never got into it (no offense). Peter is too moral to ever make things between them work in my head. The constant judgment from everyone probably doesn't help, either. Don’t get me wrong, Logan has morals, obviously, but he's not above killing and doing bad shit. And I personally prefer older bottoms.

tldr - THEY MATCH EACH OTHER'S FREAK and I find that incredibly sexy ;)

[maiko-coy]

yoooo! The au sounds lit! We need more angry Dogday.

Do you have more ideas about it? 👁️

Thank you, I'm glad you like it!!! I do have several ideas for the AU, especially around the plotline and a bit of the side drabbles.

Missed Chances AU is basically revolving around the smiling critters in the Playcare (however, its specifically focused on our dear Dogday and Catnap, of course), but I've separated it into three arcs. First arc is the pre-HOJ. This is more on to fill in the backstory of the critters and how they are trained to interact in the Playcare, as well as them finding their own independence and creating their own personalities. This won't be as long as the other two arcs but I do plan on doodling a few drabbles from this arc for fluff and character development. This arc builds up until the Hour of Joy event. Second arc is post-HOJ. This arc focuses more on the events after Hour of Joy and how the Critters survive through it. This arc specifically focuses on Dogday. There will be major angst here with almost zero-to-none comfort because I'm still closely following the canon events. So yes, Dogday will still end up how he is in the canon game. This arc builds up until the canon Chapter 3. Third arc is post-chapter 3. As y'all have seen in my previous post, this arc is where Player saves Dogday, Dogday being vengeful, and saving Catnap. I haven't thought most of this arc yet (considering that the chapters aren't done yet) but I have planned out at least how Dogday and Catnap interacts here, as well as Player, Kissy, and Poppy. Sorry people but I don't plan on making any ships in this AU, simply because I don't think they have the time to in this situation and that I have no idea how romance work LMAOAOAO but I dont mind if yall ship anyone, I'm just saying that I don't plan on drawing any lovey-doveys in here. I also plan on giving this AU two endings: True ending and Good ending, cuz I'm evil like that. Maybe I'll make non-canonical doodles of this au who knows

[prince-liest]

my toxic character trait is that I think I'm so fucking funny

[allastoredeer]

Chaggie's Totally Legitimate Dating 101 Crash Course - Chapter 3 Snippet

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“Vaggie has a point,” Charlie says, putting a hand on Vaggie’s shoulder and gently pushing her back on the couch when she rises, mimicking choking Alastor with her hands. Her tone is gentler than her girlfriend’s. Padded and careful, like she’s trying not to spook him.

Alastor glowers.

“I understand why you and dad are doing this,” she says. “Dad, he…I think it’ll be good for him to get out and see the city. And after what happened downstairs,” to Alastors surprise, her expression darkens, and her eyes dart briefly to his chest, “that shouldn’t have happened. My dad…I talked to him. It won’t happen again, I promise. I want you to have all the time you need to heal, Alastor. As much as you need. ”

Alastor glowers harder.

“But, if you still want to do this, well…” she sucks in a breath through her teeth, cringing, “you guys aren’t exactly giving off relationship vibes.”

“And what kind of relationship ‘vibes,’” Alastor finger-quotes, “were you expecting?”

“Something that isn’t antagonistic,” Vaggie offers dully.

“Well, seeing how you two are the experts here, how would we do that?” Even as he asks, he leans back, crossing his legs and flipping open his book. His eyes skim the paragraphs blindly, stuffing his rising agitation into the gaps between the words before it reaches his pulsing chest.

“I don’t know, like, holding hands occasionally. Sticking by each other. Showing a smidgen of affection. It’s not that hard.” Vaggie gestures between her and Charlie. “Do you think anyone has a hard time figuring out we’re together?”

Alastor’s eyes slide over to her and he snaps his book shut.

>───⇌••⇋───<

It's been a while since I've posted anything for "Just Kiss Already," so please enjoy this little snippet from chapter 3 of "Chaggie's Totally Legitimate Dating 101 Crash Course." Why did I give this fic such a long title T.T

[munsonkitten]

Morning comes, and Eddie finds Steve sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s pulling his underwear on, slowly sliding them up his legs like he’s trying not to jostle the mattress too much. Eddie watches him for a second while he wakes up more, eyes threatening to shut again. 

Steve turns and sees Eddie looking at him, and he looks surprised, like he’s been caught in some kind of act. 

“Hey,” Eddie murmurs. He rolls onto his back and looks up at the ceiling. 

“Morning,” Steve whispers back. He’s pulling on his socks now. 

Like he’s going to leave. 

“Where are you going?” Eddie asks. 

Steve sighs. “Dustin missed the bus. I’ll come back after I drive him, okay? I’ll make it up to you.”

Eddie nods, pulls the blanket up to his chest. “Did he call here?”

“Walkie-Talkie,” Steve answers, picking up the device from beside him on the floor. “Surprised it didn’t wake you.”

Eddie shrugs and turns over onto his side again, curling up beneath his blankets. “Tell him to start setting his alarms an hour early if he’s going to do the ten-step Steve Harrington hair routine every morning.”

“He doesn’t,” Steve protests. “He said he couldn’t find the cat and panicked. You know, the last one got eaten so he’s worried about that shit.”

“That’s what he wants you to think!” Eddie says. “I bet you twenty bucks and a gram of weed he smells like your Farrah Fawcett hairspray and has his hair piled ten feet high when he gets in your car.”

“Okay first of all, Farah Fawcett hairspray has been discontinued for, like, two years. I don’t even have any of my own stock left. Can’t find it anywhere, no way Dustin’s got any left. And second, how do you know about that?”

“Oh, Stevie, baby,” Eddie croons. “I didn’t, not until now. You just confirmed it, though.”

Steve rolls his eyes and huffs. He stands and finds his jeans from last night, and then picks up a sweatshirt off Eddie’s floor. 

“I’m borrowing this,” Steve says as he pulls it over his head. His head comes out of the hole. “But seriously, man, how’d you know about the hair spray?”

“Okay, fine,” Eddie says. “Nancy told me.”

“She was sworn to secrecy!”

Eddie laughs. “You better go drive him before he’s late for school, man. Wake me when you get back.”

He wakes up again to Steve coming in through the bedroom door. He has his wallet in his hand when Eddie opens his eyes, sees Steve opening it to pull something out, and then a twenty dollar bill is being tossed toward Eddie. 

“I don’t have a gram of weed,” Steve says, petulantly. “But, to be clear, it wasn’t the Steve Harrington hair routine.”

“No?” Eddie asks, taking the money and dropping it on the nightstand. He slides his rings on top of it to keep it weighed down. 

“No,” Steve says, kicking off his jeans. He throws himself into Eddie’s bed and burrows himself under the blankets. “He’s doing the Eddie hair routine now.”

“What, get out of the shower and rub it with a towel until it’s dry?” Eddie jokes. 

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist and drags him in. 

“Fuck you, man,” Steve huffs. “I know you take care of your hair. I love your fucking hair.”

Eddie smiles a bit sadly and buries his face in Steve’s throat. Hair has always been a thing for him. Complicated at best. He likes where he’s at now, but it’s always been complicated, trying to get where he is. 

A discussion for another time, maybe, because Steve is pressing kisses to his head and letting his hands wander a bit. 

The hands wander a bit too much for eight in the morning, but Eddie finds himself not really caring at all. Not when it feels this good. Not when Steve can make him forget all the thoughts that creep back up on him when he starts to think about those complicated things.

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[daisychainfiction]

chapter 3 snippet [5]

Did your Bug receive a wooden token from Vardah in Chapter One? Did you hide it from Deerly?

If yes to both, this moment is in your future.

[burning-academia-if]

[11-17-20XX]

The last thing Lars realized, during the summer before his sophomore year, was that his uncle was serious. Clearly, Uncle Harvey had no idea how the hell to be a parent. He forgot about dinner and coming home at night, or he'd show up at school, still half asleep, after the few fights Lars had gotten in to, shrugging his shoulders like he couldn't be damned despite the other fuming parent.

Yet, he could read Lars like a book. Everything he refused to say, Harvey just knew. After his first official high school fight, he'd handed Lars an axe and told him to go chop some wood to get the energy out. Lars had looked at him like he'd lost his mind yet ended up going at it until his fingers were raw. When Lars had felt the hint of a cold, the cabinets were suddenly stocked with medicine. When the unquiet of the dead reached for him, his uncle would drag him away, telling him looking only gave them power.

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @dangerpronebuddie @hoodie-buck @aroeddiediaz 💖

I'm jumping between wips and ships so much rn, but trust me, it's even more chaotic in my brain like at all times lol it's so annoying

wasn't gonna post today but I figured I'd share a bit of the cheating fic bc I moved my self-imposed deadline to middle of may and istg I'm not moving it again so I need motivation to finish this lmao

(this scene is fighting me ngl, but I need it, and it's just gonna need a lot of editing but for now this is just a rough draft lol)

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Not breaking the kiss, Eddie shifts, throwing his leg over Buck’s lap, straddling him, and Buck’s hands immediately wrap around his hips, bringing him closer, as close as possible, just needing Eddie closer. Eddie gasps when their crotches collide, and breaks the kiss, Buck’s lips moving to Eddie’s neck.

“Buck.” Eddie whispers. “Buck, we- we should talk.” Eddie tries, but one of his hands is tangled in Buk’s hair, holding on tight. Buck stills his movements, looks up at Eddie and sees reluctance in his face. He’s not sure if it’s reluctance to stop or continue, and he needs to know for sure, would never want Eddie to feel pressured in any way. They have no alcohol to blame this time, after all.

“If you want to, let’s stop, and we can talk.” Buck says, voice a little shaky as he adds, “But we can always talk tomorrow?”, knowing this is a very bad decision, once again. He’s looking at Eddie’s face and sees something complicated, a conflict, a battle with himself. His eyes roam over Buck’s face, lingering on his eyes, then lips, then back to eyes. In the end, some part of Eddie wins, or loses, and he captures Buck’s lips with his own again.

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[johnslittlespoon]

TWENTY ONE THOUSAND WORDS……..I am spinning off the planes of this earth I am so EXCITED (snippet pls?? 🥺🥺🥺)

the gif plsss 😭 crying shdgkj SRY i've been so bad at posting updates lately, i'm gonna try to get back to bunch of TAS asks after work tonight/later this week <33 but here's a crumb for now :-)

[inkblackorchid]

WIP Snippet 5 (Ch. 3)

Pulling the door open, Aki stuck her head out, looking both ways in the relatively narrow alley outside. When her eyes surveyed what little she could see of the plaza from her position, it turned out the engine she heard was indeed a familiar one. Yet, nothing could have prepared her for a chance encounter with its rider today.

Almost in the same moment as Aki finally left the building to approach her own runner, the unexpected acquaintance seemed to spot her, immediately making a beeline in her direction.

A white riding suit, a knight-like helmet, and the distinct rumble of what Yusei had once called a bastardised French engine—seeing as it had apparently been repaired with parts from several different countries over time—announced the arrival of Sherry, who came to a halt barely a metre away from Aki's runner, immediately pulling off her helmet as she turned off her engine.

"Finally, I catch one of you again," Sherry began talking without fanfare, evidently not intending to bother with a greeting.

Debating whether she even had the energy to hold a conversation with the other right now, with how high-strung she already was, Aki spoke on a sigh, "Sherry. Fancy meeting you here."

"Uhhhh, hi there?" Carly, who had closed and locked the door behind herself in between, said to the blonde, waving innocently.

Ignoring her completely, Sherry asked Aki, "Are Yusei and your other friends inside?"

"No," Aki told her quickly, "We're the only ones here, and we're not staying. We need to get going again." Perhaps her tone was a little more brusque than intended, but if there was one thing she knew about Sherry, then that she liked clear answers, that she liked them fast, and that she could get irritating if she didn't get them fast enough.

As she placed her duel disk down on her runner again, she saw Sherry looking her up and down out of the corner of her eye. "When will any of you be back?"

"We don't know," Aki told her, hoping to end the conversation as quickly as possible—and preferably without sharing the exact details of everything that was going on right now.

"Quoi? What do you mean, 'you don't know'?" Sherry asked, with an urgency in her voice that told Aki she probably wanted something from their group.

It was Carly who answered, "Well ummm... We kind of have a situation going on right now. So the boys won't be home for a while. And neither will Aki."

Now seemingly choosing to take note of the other woman's presence, Sherry looked Carly over with critical eyes. "I've seen you around here before. Who are you?" With her tone as curt and business-like as always, Sherry's question sounded less like a polite enquiry and more like a demand at a cross-examination.

Carly blinked a few times, but rather than bristling immediately, she caught herself and even managed to inject some fake cheer into her voice as she said, "Carly Nagisa, reporter at the Red-Eyes duel magazine. Nice to meet you. Properly, I mean. Sherry Leblanc, right? We've technically met before, I'm here frequently. Which you... may not have noticed, I guess."

Sherry acknowledged the introduction with barely more than a hum. Before she could ask anything further, however, Aki turned to face her fully and took it upon herself to add, "Carly is our friend and Jack's girlfriend. And she knows basically all about Iliaster, since I'm guessing that's a concern for you."

Though Sherry's eyes briefly jumped to her, with a strange mix of sharpness and curiosity in them, they were quick to come to rest on Carly again as she asked, "Atlas has a girlfriend? Wonders never cease."

[redyarns]

snippet (undertow, ch 4)