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Step one: post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

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Step three: every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes = 15 minutes of writing)

the killer doesn't understand pt 6 (Post-Outbreak Neighbors)

It took every fiber of his being to attempt to keep you at arms length, and it still wasn’t enough to keep you away. He could bite and you’d still be back, still offering him scraps of food from the palm of your hand, trying to feed a feral wolf in a stray dog’s skin. It’s his fault. It’s always his fault. 

daydreams pt 2 (Touch-Starved!Joel x F!Reader)

The heat that rushes towards his face and warms his tired bones when he walks through the front doors of the bakery is welcome, as startling as the comforting smell of freshly baked bread and other sweet delights always is. Being in the small store along one of Jackson’s main streets is always an odd, forbidden sort of time travel to a bygone era of early morning coffee runs and frustrating traffic to get there that no longer existed. It’s a place he wouldn’t have frequented just months before. A place where he now greeted the smiling, albeit sleepy faces of the bakers by name and a nod of appreciation for their hard work. They had made a comment only once, a kind little joke about how much he liked the scones he picked up every Tuesday morning like clockwork. He was ready to snatch them up as soon as they had cooled down enough from the oven for the fresh orange glaze to be layered on top.

tarnished but so grand (Regency!Joel x F!Reader)

“You’ll despise it there,” Joel told the determined Miss Williams for the tenth time as she shoved another piece of luggage into the back of the carriage. “You would be much happier staying here with Miss Servopoulos.” Ellie sent a glance back towards the ranch’s beloved protection, cross-legged on the porch’s rocking chair with a shotgun across her lap. The woman was armed to the teeth as always, her hat resting over her face as her ears stayed alert to what was happening, no doubt hearing as Ellie sighed. “She’ll do just fine without me,” the young woman said simply before she turned back to give Joel an unimpressed glance over. “But you? They’re going to eat you alive ‘cross the water, old man.”

bloodshed, crimson clover pt 2 (Jackson Joel x Doctor F!Reader)

He may as well be a ghost, the way he haunts you. Sometimes you really do think that’s all Joel Miller was—a spectral force, maybe more divine than man in his fury. You certainly clung onto his visage like a prayer, replaying every moment where he danced just out of your grasp. Trying to remember the way the smog-addled QZ sun filtered through the dingy windows of your clinic to reflect in his eyes. Hazel, you have to remind yourself sometimes, ten years later. Not just brown, or even green, but a beautiful combination of the two, a swirling of two colors that spoke much of the dual nature within him, the conflict that raged inside a body honed to kill, even with the glimpses you had caught of him being so much more.

men like you chapter 4 (Arthur Morgan x F!OC)

Arthur knew that Miss Taylor was a beautiful woman. He’d thought it when she had been caked with dried blood upon their first meeting, wild hair and wilder eyes, ready to kill him in a moment if he moved wrong. He still thought it when she glared at him, face scrunched up in contempt at the mere insult of his very presence. Her tenacity, her fire, were things of true beauty that he hoped their way of life would never stamp out, even if they perplexed and frustrated him to no end. He thought it even more now, with the display of her vulnerability that he had never seen. Even if it was just an unintended consequence to their unfortunate situation of being in such forced close proximity to each other.

some violent, exquisite happenstance (Arthur Morgan x Ex-Outlaw F!Reader)

Arthur huffs, annoyance bleeding into his good intentions even as his own hand twitches by his own killer instinct just from the sight of you so ready to draw in case he dared to move wrong. “Now, ya really think I’m gonna shoot you after all that?” He gestures towards the fixed carriage, all your belongings back in place, and you have the infuriating gall to just shrug at his exasperation. “Stranger things have happened.”

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