#snippet to a bigger chapter

[esta-elavaris]

Doing my edits for CTW and laughing at how Theo goes through the age-old Jack Sparrow attraction process of "oh my god he's so handsome" to "you would be the world's biggest nightmare to be attracted to fr" in record time.

[ameboubou]

Nora really knocked it out of the park with how she managed to constantly portray Neil as such an unhinged character. Not just in the bigger scenes or important moments, but even in little snippets here and there throughout the whole serie.

Like what do you mean that after paying a stranger 100$ to knock him out, Neil’s reflection on it the next chapter is “I’ve been quite reckless with how I spent my money recently, I’ve got to be more careful”.

Like, Neil, honey, the money is not the fucking problem.

[infamous-if]

March ✮ 2 ✮ 2024 – update

Another non-update, but I just wanted to get it out there! Happy March! I'm glad everyone liked the flashback. I quite like long content like that because it gives me more freedom. Plus, it's fun.

✮ — March will be for

Choosing the beta testers. I got A LOT of submissions, which I'm really grateful for! But I only have plans to a handful as of right now. That will change as the story gets bigger and bigger and I'll have to add more. I'll make a post when I have chosen and DM'd the beta testers.

Finishing the rewrite. Am I wild to think I can finish chapter 1 and chapter 2 this month? Yeah. Will I try anyway? YES.

Chapter 3 development. Outline done. Beginning done (I started working on it on my off-time. Oops) Hopefully I can get somewhere substantial. With beta testers now, I won't have to worry over errors and coding. That's 40% of why it takes me as long as it does. We'll see!

Patreon content as usual.

I haven't finished the spicy snippets because I haven't been able to think of good scenarios for the remaining ROs. Once I do, I'll be sure to write them!

That valentines special...Yes. I haven't forgotten it! lol

That's all for now! Hope everyone has a good day! <3

[theotherbuckley]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday🦵

So because this fandom is so good I’ve decided to continue with the Bucktommy physio fic! I’ll post the first chapter sometime this week depending on when I get the chance 😅 interact with this post if you’d like to be tagged when I post!

Here’s one more snippet before then:

Tommy’s different from his other friends, he’s so confident in who he is and he’s not afraid to show it. He makes dumb deadpan jokes, but Buck can’t get enough. He’s never really had people outside of his job or his family. It’s just nice to have someone to talk to, someone who listens to him, without having any obligation to do so.

He asks questions at all the right times, prompting Buck to talk further about his research, a soft smile never leaving his face as he listens intently. Tommy shares his own anecdotes and experiences too, little details about his past, even those that he’s not too proud of.

Buck absorbs every piece of information, storing it in his mind for later.

When Tommy shows him a photo of Judo, his goofy German Shepherd, Buck beams at him, teasing him about losing tug of war to him despite having muscles bigger than Captain America. Tommy rolls his eyes and promises that Judo is much stronger than he looks.

By the time dinner ends, Buck is exhausted.

It’s another thing that people neglect to mention with recovery. It’s not just the broken leg that causes him grief, his entire body feels the ramifications of the injury — the healing process sucking every ounce of life from him. He feels like he’s aged 100 years since the accident, and he’s not even being dramatic. Okay… maybe a little.

Tommy seems to notice him flagging in his seat, calling over the waitress to pay the bill. Buck’s too tired to even register him paying, but when his brain finally catches up Tommy has already paid.

“I thought I was the one owing you a beer,” Buck says, as Tommy helps him out of his seat, handing over his cane.

“Guess we’ll need to hang out again,” Tommy says with a wink that sends a flutter through Buck’s body.

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[pedrospatch]

wip wednesday

thank you for the tags angels 🤍 @mrsmando @honeyedmiller @mermaidgirl30 @gasolinerainbowpuddles @thelightsandtheroses

here are snippets of some of the many wips i am actively working on. or trying to anyway.

the gold room - dbf!joel x stripper!reader

“Jesus Christ.” Joel stares at you, using every last ounce of strength he has in his entire body not to let his gaze wander past your chin. He’s trying not to look at the way your skintight, neon pink dress hugs every soft, heavenly curve of your body, how the matching rhinestone garter shimmers around your deliciously plush thigh. “Is it even legal for you to be fuckin’ workin’ here?” Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms and shift your weight from one seven inch heel to the other.  “You can dance at eighteen,” you inform him. “And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m twenty one, Mr. Miller. So with all due respect, chill the fuck out, okay?” “You went to college—“ “College is fucking expensive,” you interject with a shrug. “The job market is shit and I don’t plan on drowning in my student debt for the next ten years. Look, I don’t have to explain myself to you. Don’t stand there and judge me. Don’t act like what I do is so terrible when you have been paying good fucking money for girls like me to dance for you and sit in your lap all night long.” “That’s fuckin’ different. None of those girls are my best friend’s daughter.”

flutter - post outbreak! joel x pregnant!reader

As strips of bacon sizzle in one pan on the stove, you crack a couple eggs into another, knowing the kid was on her way downstairs. You can hear the sound of her old, tattered low top sneakers that you have been trying to throw away for almost a year now squeaking on the kitchen tiles just as you finish plating her breakfast. “Morning!” Ellie pipes, the plop of her backpack into a chair prompting you to turn around. “What’s for—whoa! Holy shit!” Her brown eyes widen in shock when she sees you. “Ellie,” you warn, walking over to the table. “Don’t—” “You’re bigger!” With a playful glare, you set her plate down along with her glass of orange juice. “Thanks, you little jerk,” you say, feigning offense. “You’re making your own eggs from now on.” “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Ellie’s cheeks flush a shade of red and she starts to sputter. “I swear, I don’t mean it like that at all. It’s just, your stomach—you didn’t look like this yesterday. You look great, just different.” She’s lucky your raging hormones decided to take the morning off.

chapter 10 for a safe haven

*this is just a short short snippet because it’s being heavily edited rn so i can post it soon!

He peels off his clothes, being careful not to further agitate his sore, inured hand. After changing into a pair of gray sweatpants and an old, faded black t-shirt, he turns around only to find you sitting in bed under the covers.

“Sorry,” you apologize with a nervous chuckle as you rest your back against the headboard. “It just looked so warm and cozy. I couldn’t resist making myself comfortable.”

Joel pads over to the side of the bed. He leans over, planting one hand on either side of you as he dips his head and brushes his lips against yours. “Ain’t got no reason to apologize, baby,” he assures you in a gentle murmur. “This is your bed now too, peach. This is your room. This is your home.”

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[httpiastri]

okay so i started writing on a boyfriend!paul blurb for after the race today, but then i deleted it and wrote this instead: a short snippet of a future chapter of the "the way i loved you" fic 😋 pretty short but it's all i can produce rn lol. will likely have some changes when i post the actual chapter. aiming to post the first things from the fic soon !!! hope u enjoy 😚

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paul is beaming when you see him stroll back to the paddock after his media duties. his cap is perched on top of his head – the right cap, finally – and his fingers are still tightly wrapped around the neck of his champagne bottle. when he notices you leaning against the doorframe leading into the f2 hospitality, his smile grows even bigger.

you meet him halfway, arms wrapping around his shoulders easily, just like they have so many times before. one of his arms drapes around your waist and he holds you close, a hum vibrating from his chest. "congrats, paul," you tell him. "that was amazing. you were amazing."

"thank you," he says before pausing. then, he lets out a chuckle. "to be honest, i wasn't sure if you would care."

you frown at him when you pull slightly away from him, just enough to look into his eyes. is that what he really thought? that you wouldn't care about his driving? "oh, please. you still mean a lot to me, okay?" your hand moves down to his upper arm, giving it a soft squeeze. "i still consider you to be one of my closest friends."

friends. the word stings like a knife in his heart. it's been months since you broke up, and yet, it still feels like a raw wound.

paul forces a smile. he understands that despite how painful it is, there's something good in it. there's still a place for him in your heart, even if he's forced to share it with someone else.

he pulls you in again, and the hug is even tighter now than before. it's a comforting feeling; you're both at peace, with a good weekend behind you, in the arms of someone so close to you. after everything you've gone through together, but especially everything he has gone through these last few months with the mercedes academy and so on, you're finally through to the other side. "it all worked out in the end, huh?" you ask after a few moments of silence.

"i guess it did." you part from each other to leave that oh-so-familiar gap between you yet again. "will you be celebrating with us tonight? i think pepe had something planned. you know how he is."

you snort. "yeah, i do know. maybe i will." you shift uncomfortably, crossing your arms over your chest as your eyes dart to the ground. "but, um... i'll have to check with..."

you don't even say his name – you don't have to. ollie didn't just have a bad race today; the entire weekend has been so far from everyone's expectations. and if you know him correctly, he will not be in the mood for celebrations tonight.

paul just nods slowly, pressing his lips into a thin line. "right."

the silence that follows is so awkward you can't help but chew on your bottom lip, a tiny sigh escaping through your mouth. he must be hating this, you think – today is supposed to be only a good day for him, he shouldn't have his ex's new relationship pushed up in his face.

"well, i have a debrief to get to," you make up, flashing him a quick smile. "congrats again, paul."

"thank you." he gives you another nod, before turning away and making his way towards the paddock. "pepe will text you!"

and just like that, he's off, and your mind wanders to the thought of actually going out to celebrate. ollie will definitely not join you, though you're not sure why you don't want to go without him. is it because you'd rather stay and comfort him?

or is it because you're scared of what you'll do, or feel, when you're alone with paul for the first time since you broke up?

[ladysomething]

Omg the last chapter where do I start ? IT WAS AMAZING!

I'm so curious to see what happens next, could we get a snippet from the next chapter please ?

crying I forgot I wrote this, good like with this snippet ya'll

They’re seated at the table when Charles brings it up. 

“So does your dick get extra big when you have a rut?” 

There. That should ease them into the conversation. 

Max chokes on his mouthful on broccoli, coughing loudly. Charles hovers awkwardly, wondering if he should help, and thinking that maybe that wasn’t actually the best way or time to start. 

Max takes a deep drink of water, cheeks flushed bright red, staring at the ceiling as he gulps the water. Charles waits for him to get himself together, trying to be patient as he fiddles with the end of his fork. 

“Um. What?” Max asks eventually, cheek still pink. 

“I read an article,” Charles says, trying to be as unemotional as he can. If he gets emotional, he won’t get his point across. “About alphas in rut, and the changes you go through. It said some alphas get, like, bigger, and harder. Do you?” 

Max blinks, then scrubs his hand across his face. He puts his knife and fork down, then stares at a point over Charles’ shoulder as he says, “For some of my ruts, yes. I don’t know why not all of them.” 

Hm. 

He wonders whether he was bigger for Lando, then decides that if Max says yes, he’s going to feel unreasonably violent and jealous. It’s best if he doesn’t know. 

[fiddles-ifs]

UPDATE 8-30-24

We're so back.

Chapter 1 of Greenwarden is chugging along! Greenwarden will (finally) update once I reach a common route between all the different branches. Current checklist is Bar Route -> Library Route -> Summer's House Route. None of you are ready.

TKP and Erinys are also chugging along! Those will update chapter-by-chapter -- at least that's the plan. Depending on how big they are, they might occasionally update like Greenwarden does, which is whenever I reach a common point between branching paths.

Snippets underneath the cut.

[ID: White text on a dark gray background. The text says: "'What the fuck was that?" You could cry with relief. Bautista. He all but throws his gun into his holster on his way to you. His hands smooth over your neck and face until he notices the drying gash in your stomach.

"'No, no, no,' he sounds shaky. 'Nazeri!' You're starting to feel distant and wobbly, a mirage. Cold all over. Nazeri is still putting on a pair of gloves by the time he kneels by your arm. He has a thin mask over his face. It still doesn't hide the way his pupils go deep and wide and dark smelling all that blood." /end ID]

[ID: White text on a dark gray background. The bottom line of text is bright red. The text says: "You have to fight your instinct to run, wrestle with it until you can pin it down just enough you don't scream and sprint for the hills. You run through your Rolodex of woodland training. Coyotes are ambush-persuit predators when they're not scavenging. They're sprinters by nature — not like wolves or people. Skittish and easily startled, but stubborn. You might be able to make yourself not worth it.

'I see you, motherfucker,' you shout, puffing out your chest and raising your arms to look bigger. Your jacket helps. You feel like a great big stupid bird. It doesn't take the hint right away. If anything, it gets closer out of curiosity.

'Go on!' It jerks back. 'Go on, get!' You get brave and stomp the ground in front of you. Threat displays.

The second you bend down to pick up a rock, you realize you made a mistake. Between one second and the next it's in front of you.

You've never seen a coyote so white, nor one with eyes so blue.

You stare into each others' eyes. Breathless for a few precious seconds. What next?

What comes next is that it smiles at you. Human-like, with pointed canid teeth. The way its mouth moves makes you nauseous — it shouldn't bend like that, it's eyes shouldn't crinkle that way, and you end up making some kind of strangled gag noise before stumbling back.

'Go on,' it says, very calmly. 'Get.'

Doesn't have to tell you twice." /end ID]

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to Mad Worshipper's Chapter 250

TL;DR - Cale wins. Clopeh records everything. Horns turns traitor and begs to join Cale's side.

The Conclusion Cale's fight was over after he knocked out Sisko. Overall, Cale was surprised at how stronger he had grown. His companions though? Of course, they were in awe at his overwhelming fight.

So what was Clopeh doing all this time? He was actually recording Cale's fight with a video recording device he brought. 🤣🤣🤣 One more video for the Caleism museum in the future! 😂 As expected of our mad worshipper!

We got some info snippets too:

Dragon Lord made a rule that the 10 dragon gods must not kill each other.

There were 3 dragons who were said to be the next Dragon Lord after the current Dragon Lord.

One of these 3 dragons was the ruler of the sea, and Cale's chains reminded Sisko of this dragon's power.

Sui and CJS were busy investigating the wanderers and the God of War.

Horns's Betrayal Cale's fight was so overwhelming that even Bishop Horns decided to switch sides. Horns polymorphed into a dark reddish-brown dragon, flying towards Cale. Eruhaben said that Horns was strange for being able to polymorph into a dragon that was bigger in size compared to regular dragons, given that he was a mixed-blood dragon. He was even bigger than Eruhaben's dragon form.

What followed was a funny moment. Everyone thought he was going to use Dragon Breath when he opened his mouth, so Eruhaben and Raon hurried to Cale to protect him. But Horns simply landed on the ground, let down his head and assumed a humble position, and shouted that he was betraying his side, begging Cale to let him join Cale's side... 🤣🤣🤣

Everyone was shocked, and Cale was speechless until he noticed something. Cale pointed out to Horns that when he landed on the ground, he actually stepped on Sisko who had fainted... 😂 Poor Horns trembled after he heard that.

Ending Remarks Horns's fast betrayal was funny. And with this, I guess the fight against the 2nd subjugation force ended with Cale's win. Next chapter would probably Cale's talk with Horns, and his group dealing with the aftermath of the fight.

[utterlyazriel]

"You fight like you're bigger than you are." Straightening up, you pant lightly and peer around the edges of your wings back at Cassian—who apparently isn't done talking at all. He nods to you, in reference the maneuver you've just performed. "That is a move usually far better suited for someone of a larger stature." You clear your throat, wings curling in a bit closer around you. "Yes. Azriel, he- he was trying to rectify that. There's only one way to train Illyrians, as I'm sure you know." Cassian nods, lowering the sword to hang at his side. "That I do. However, I feel Azriel may have been taking the wrong approach given... the information he was not privy to at the time." Your brows knit together, something wrong twisting in your chest. "Because I'm..." Female. "Not a male?" The words come out sharp without meaning to.

snippet from chapter ten of whom the shadows sing for which is coming soon! thanks for sitting tight my lovelies <3

[bookclubforme]

Oh to be a fly on the wall when Xaden had to ask Garrick and Liam for help to move an new armoire into Violet’s room. You know he tried to move it himself first before he realized there was no way he could do it on his own. There’s no way Xaden wanted to admit to his best friends that they broke it during their feral hook up

From the snippet of Garrick in the bonus fourth wing chapter when he teases Xaden for challenging Violet, I’m absolutely certain Garrick was loving it. “Oh? Wing leaders are in charge of furniture maintenance now? Do you want to get her a bigger bed while we’re at it? A sturdier desk perhaps? No? Just the armoire? Whatever you’re into I guess.”

Liam’s so ‘anything you need, no questions asked’ about whatever Xaden needs him to do but also soooooo over Violet and Xaden’s shared antics (eye rolls everytime they start using their mental link to rile each other up) that I doubt he even batted an eye. Like, “sure, Xaden, I’ll help you carry a heavy ass cabinet into Violet’s room and I definetly don’t want to know why you feel like you needed to be the one to personally replace it for her. Get it together, Brother.”

Personally, I choose to believe the reason Xaden didn’t want Violet to put his boots in his armoire wasn’t because there was something he didn’t want her to see, but because he couldn’t find where to get another new armoire without making a request to the Basgiath faculty and Xaden didn’t want to do that so he just gave her his and fantasy-duct-tape’d the broken one and didn’t want Violet to realize what he’d done

[cal-writes]

train au snippet number 2! this time it's namis pov. it takes place after chapter 3 and i think that wraps up train au for now! that's all she wrote™ thanks so much everyone for your love and excitement for this story it was a joy to write and share. if you have questions about the universe that i didnt get into in the main story feel free to shoot me an ask bc i probably thought about it. here is the other snippet and heres the full fic!

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Nami turns on the bed. Despite sharing it, she and Zoro are miles apart on the king sized mattress. It doesn't even creak in the slightest, only the fabric rustles softly. She loves staying over at Kaya's. Everything is lush and extravagant, like staying at a hotel for free and without strangers. A vacation from real life which is what they sorely needed after tonight. Her dress is draped over one of the chairs next to the bed. In the dim light of the night the wine stain at the hem looks black. She'll have to remember to take it to a different dry cleaners than the one she stole it from. 

She looks over, pulling her hair out from under her head. With the moonlight falling in from the window she can see Zoro's profile in the dark. His eyes are closed, chest falling and rising slowly. 

"You okay?" Nami asks, loud enough to wake Zoro up should he already be asleep. He shuffles around with his eyes closed.

"Yeah. Didn't even hit me." He replies, nonchalant. Wide awake. 

She scowls at him. "That's not what I meant and you know it."

Zoro sighs and moves his arms until he can cross them behind his head. He opens his eyes and glares at the ceiling. He shrugs half heartedly with one shoulder. "Was only a matter of time, so."

Nami sits up in bed so she can put her hands on her hips. "What's that supposed to mean?" She demands.

Zoro narrows his eye at her. “We both know what.”

“You’re a catch.” She tells him and gives her a look. 

“Right." He huffs, angrily adjusting the duvet around him. "I’ve been sleeping on my friends’ couches for months when I’m not sleeping on a train.”

"So what?" She says petulantly.

"Not to mention 'a hopeless wreck and pathetic child'." He tells her pointedly and Nami scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I said that when I was mad at you, you can't hold that against me." She says and Zoro shakes his head, closing his eyes to deem the conversation over with. Nami pouts. "Even if-," She says and Zoro opens one eye, the vein on his forehead announcing his irritation. "He's a much bigger loser than you. You're perfect for each other."

Zoro groans. "You hate him, what do you care?" One of his hands pinches the bridge of his nose. 

"I don't hate him. He doesn't deserve you. There's a difference."

Zoro sits up, throwing the blanket off of him and his hands into the air. "Yes, of course. The accomplished doctor with his own apartment, obviously the teenage dropout criminal is much too good for him." Zoro's voice says, dripping in sarcasm so she stabs him in the ribs with her nails.

He lets her, rubbing his side afterwards. "This guy paid me 50 bucks to know if you're still alive. He's a mess." She tells him. 

Zoro gets off the bed in a huff. "Doesn't matter who's more pathetic. It's not up to me."

"So you're not even gonna fight?" She says and he glares at her.

Something builds up in him, a tidal wave sweeping in, but it crashes against the shore before he can let it lose. She sees it in the rise and fall of his shoulders. His breath leaves him in a short and violent burst. He shakes his head, shrugging. 

"What's there to fight for?" He asks, letting himself fall on the couch underneath the giant window. The sheer curtains are open, bathing the entire room in the light of the full moon. He pulls his legs up and pops his elbow on the back of the couch, gaze through the glass. "As you said, he got something out of it. I had a good time. Whatever." 

Nami sighs deeply. "Zoro-" 

"Wouldn't have lasted anyway." He tells her sharply. "Nothing ever does." He mutters into his hand and exhales heavily. The brief stint in the holding cell making him all melodramatic. Nami purses her lips. Zoro had been looking forward to tonight, even if he hadn’t said it in so many words. 

The blanket rustles as Nami gets up and her feet pad softly over the carpeted floors. "Come on now." She says, softly chiding. He folds his legs to make room for her on the couch as she joins him, grabbing a pillow to put on her lap in lieu of a blanket. 

Zoro glances over. "Let's be honest. He can do better." He says with misplaced humor, avoiding Nami's indignant gaze. 

She exhales loudly. "Okay, you want to feel sorry for yourself tonight. Fine. I'll let it slide." She tells him before reaching out to grab his chin with her sharp fingers and turn it to face her. "But he would be so lucky to have you. And if he doesn't see that he's an idiot. Don't argue with me, we both know I'm always right." 

Zoro sighs softly, resignation on his face. He knows she won't take any rebuttal so he stays silent, cheeks squished in her hold. She releases him. Shuffling closer until he has to put his legs over her lap. 

She lets her hands fall on his knees. "I know things suck right now." 

"Not more than usual." Zoro says, looking out into the dark. Their view stretches out across the gardens. Out here where Kaya's mansion sits, there are even a few stars visible at night. "Been way worse." He adds. 

Nami sighs again and sinks further down until the upholstery. "True." She admits. 

"I miss Luffy." Zoro mutters into the night. A rare admission. The ache and weight of the night has crushed him underfoot and revealed his mushy center. Nami puts her chin on his propped up knee and wraps her arms around his legs. 

"Me too." She says miserably. Only a little while longer now. She should check when Luffy’s flight is scheduled for again. "He's gonna be so mad at you that you didn't tell him." She says with a small smirk. 

Zoro huffs. "He would have come back early if he knew." And Zoro has been doing just about everything to avoid that. Luffy had been excited about this trip for months. One of the reasons Zoro hadn't wanted to tell Chopper about his situation was because Chopper wouldn't have been able to keep a secret. They both knew Luffy would have dropped everything, helped him, maybe even fought for him against that stupid parent and the police. Zoro would only have to ask but he never would have done that. It had taken weeks for him to even consider crashing at Nami's place. She probably wouldn't even know about it if Franky hadn't told Robin who had told her. And Franky only knew because he had nagged Zoro on the train for days until he spilled the beans. 

It was infuriating, the way he insisted he didn't need help. He was going to figure his own shit out. He always did. 

If she weren't wired exactly the same, she would have throttled him already. 

Nami hums. "Heard back from Kidd yet?" She asks. 

"No. Next week they said." Zoro mutters. She clicks her tongue grumbling under her breath. How long did Kidd need to decide to hire someone when he was desperate for any help in the bar? Bastard. 

Zoro sighs, looking up at the moon above. "Let's go to sleep." 

Nami blows out a breath. "Yeah." She says and neither of them move. Outside the moon makes its way across the sky.

[jackdaw-kraai]

THE NOBLE, THE BEAUTIFUL, AND THOSE OF YOU IN THE CHEAP SEATS, LET ME SAY ONE THING

IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK

Anyway, introducing How To Write A Mythos One Tale At A Time, my new one-shot collection work! All kinds of one-shots, snippets, and shorts will find there way here whenever inspirations strikes between writing the bigger installments, so it's got a ? for a chapter indicator, but don't let that put you off. All chapters so far are self-contained and finished.

Either way, here we now have the first chapter! Zev and Tirian meet again at a nebulous time in the future, but there seems to be something of a shift in their relationship. What could it be?

[daffi-990]

Fuck it Friday 💋

Tagged by @tizniz @spotsandsocks @dangerpronebuddie and @wikiangela. Thanks friends for the tag! Mwah! xx

Have some more from the last chapter of Rival Firefighters 🚒 . This may be the last snippet I share cos well, I don’t wanna share it all plus she’s almost done! Thinking of posting Chapter One next week sometime but am debating whether I should get a beta reader or just fuck it and ball 😅

Prev snippet here (btw snippets aren’t always in order. I post whatever tickles my fancy)

They make it to the bedroom and Eddie pushes Buck onto the bed, quickly stripping off his pants before removing his own clothes sans underwear. He turns to Buck, drinking in the sight of him lying on his bed in nothing but his come stained underwear, waiting for Eddie. It takes his breath away, his heart swelling with love and adoration for this man he is now lucky enough to call his own.

Without wasting any time, Eddie climbs onto the bed and straddles Buck's hips. He looks down at his best friend as he runs his hands over Buck's chest, feeling every muscle beneath his fingers. Buck is big and strong already, but he’d mentioned to Eddie that he wanted to get bigger. The thought of more Buck has Eddie almost salivating.

He leans down to capture Buck's lips again in a deep kiss while grinding against him, feeling their cocks rubbing together through the thin fabric of their boxers. Buck moans into the kiss and reaches up to tangle his fingers in Eddie’s hair, pulling him closer as he deepens the kiss even further. Their bodies move together creating sparks of pleasure with each dirty grind.

“Fuck. I want to take you apart slowly,” Eddie says, the words tumbling out in a rush, his voice low and rough with desire, “spend an agonising amount of time showing you just how much I love you.” His gaze locks with Buck’s as he continues. “But right now I feel like if I don’t get inside you soon, I’m gonna die. I just,” he licks his lips and ducks his head feeling heat beginning to bloom high in his cheeks, “I want our first time together to be, I dunno, special.”

“Hey,” Buck brings a hand up to caress Eddie’s cheek, his fingers scraping along stubble, “it doesn’t matter if our first time is slow and missionary style or rough and dirty against a wall,” Buck replies, Eddie’s cock twitching at the mental image, “you could bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me until I can’t stand and it’s still going to be special because it’s you and me.” He leans up to kiss Eddie softly on the lips.

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[hemlock-dreams]

PleSe may I ask for a tiny morsel of the written word depicting bartender Petey taking care of business when some customers get too rowdy? Saw the "80s theme" and immediately thought he'd look amazing tossing out the trash (ideally covered in blood cause can't make an omelets without breaking eggs but bartenders don't tend to break faces sadly)

Here yo go! Have a snippet from the upcoming Chapter 2 of Pick Your Poison!! Hope you enjoy!!

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Wade sees Baby Boy snatch a bottle that comes flying at him out of the air without looking. 

Damn, they threw the thing at mach speed, too. Wade’s got to hand it to the kid; those are some impressive reflexes. He follows the easy catch by spinning the glass with enough flair to make a schoolgirl swoon, setting it against the bartop like he’s the main character.

The jackasses in the back don’t even notice, hauling each other over the tables in a messy, drunken sprawl. Wade hasn’t seen this much fumbling since prom night.

It’s embarrassing. He should do Weasel a favor (and indulge himself) by shooting them in the legs for interrupting plans between Wade and his future paycheck. But the look of intense concentration on Baby Boy’s face is distracting. That’s the furrowed brow of a man who is about to fuck around and find out.

Boo. Three more days and Baby Boy would have passed the cutoff mark. 

Wade usually likes hedging his bets on the underdog for the thrill, but four against one is bad odds for anyone who isn’t Deadpool, even a civvie with so many tough-guy tattoos. 

“And he was this close to being the final girl,” Wade mourns performatively, sparing a glance at Weasel to gauge how the man is feeling about the prospect of watching his civilian pet project get snapped in half. But the asshole just looks vaguely amused, which piques Wade’s interest.

So he turns back around just in time to watch Baby Boy march right into fucking around territory, straight up walking toward the group of heavily-armed mercs, no weapons, no foreplay, no nothing– just moxie.

Damn. He’s stupid. Wade likes that in a guy.

“Hey,” Baby Boy says, wrapping a hand around the leg of one wooden chair as the one with a bad haircut raises it over his head. 

Their kerfuffle is interrupted as four extremely drunk mercs with more bullets than brains pause to reorient their attention on Baby Boy.

“You know the rules. Sit down, or take it outside,” He continues, tugging on the chair like he’s trying to take it from an unruly toddler. 

There’s a collective laugh from all four bozos as they forget their beef to unionize against a new, soft, and squishy target.

“Oh yeah?” The short one smiles, revealing a row of really ugly teeth. Wade’s fist immediately itches to plant itself into that mouth, just for offending his eyes like that. “Who’s going to make us, you?” 

The edge of Baby Boy’s mouth curves, “If I have to,” he says, and it can’t be mistaken as anything but a taunt.

Bold move, Cotton. 

The rest of the bar, normally oblivious to a few broken pieces of furniture and some blood, takes notice of the audacity. Wade can practically hear eyeballs turning and the collective bating of breath. 

“That’s cute. He thinks he can take us.” Bad Haircut snickers, drunkenly swaying into the conversation. He gives Baby Boy a once-over, expression turning lewd, “Then again, maybe he can…in one of the back rooms.” 

“He does have bigger tits than most of the girls here,” His unfortunate-looking friend leers, staring at Baby Boy’s admittedly mouth-watering chest. Motherfucker is tall and top-heavy, built like a linebacker, invading the kid’s space like he’s looking for a touchdown if you get Wade’s drift. “Got a pretty face, too. What do you say, sweetheart? Why don’t we go to the back and we can apologize to you real good.”

Baby Boy’s hand constricts halfway into a fist before he forces it to relax. He looks like he’s barely holding himself back, and coin flip on whether this is going to be very funny or very sad, but either way, Wade’s on board to be entertained.

“Yo Weasel,” Ugly Smile calls out, eyes locked on Baby Boy, lurid and alcohol-glazed, “You mind if we take your bar boy for a spin?”

His grin promises an unpleasant time, but Wade isn’t worried. Maggie’s is a shithole for sure, with morals looser than Wade’s jaw, but some things are still too far. Not that it keeps these loser shitheads from defaulting to it when they need to compensate.

“You break it, you buy it,” Weasel replies gamely. Which, dang, cold. Always nice to be reminded why Wade kind of likes the guy. 

Baby Boy’s mouth twitches into a smile, and Wade’s entire body goes on alert, “Take the chair out of my rent, then.”

Ready, set, action. An invisible hand slams the clapboard, and everyone bursts into motion.

The chair in question swings and misses. Baby Boy fluidly sidestepping both Bad Haircut and his buddy, grabbing the support and using the momentum to hook the wooden back over Linebacker’s neck, flipping the chair and twisting both mercs like puppets before sending them crashing to the floor. 

Bad Haircut is scrambling up, but Linebacker is pinned to the floor by his chair necklace, anchored by Baby Boy’s leg as he presses down hard enough to snap the wood and drive the remaining air out of his lungs.

The bigger they are, the dumber they fall. Linebacker is immediately out for the count, but a broken chair is still useful, and Baby Boy is apparently the creative sort.

The snapped leg turns into a baton, and Baby Boy leisurely sways out of pistol-whipping range when Bad Haircut pulls out his gun, dancing back in to drive the splintered wood under the merc’s armpit on the outswing.

Screaming in pain, Bad Haircut stumbles back only for Baby Boy to grab his wrist and haul him forward, twisting his arm in a fancy maneuver that ends up with the gun on the floor and kicked safely out of reach.

Interesting.

Then it’s a pas de deux, with Baby Boy’s back against Haircut’s chest, using the impaled baton as leverage to toss the man over his shoulder and straight into Ugly Smile. 

The merc falls out of the way, only to run into Baby Boy’s fist as it buries deep in his guts. Even at a distance, Wade can hear his ribs break. Doubled over, Ugly Smile is coughing up blood and vomit when a tattooed hand cradles the back of his head and slams his mouth into the table once, twice, three times. Then it’s lights out.

It’s over almost as soon as it began, and as the dust settles, Wade is reevaluating the merits of his earlier bet. 

Yes, they were drunk, but Wade still expected it to be fast, if not messy. He hadn’t been counting on class. He hadn’t been counting on Baby Boy to be the one last standing, let alone to have shut them down so completely it barely merits the paragraph.

And the kid isn’t even done. He’s locked eyes with the fourth guy, jaw flexing like an attack dog straining against its leash, but the dumbass looks like he’s turned over a new leaf and become a law-abiding citizen in the few heartbeats it took Baby Boy to clean the floor with his buddies. 

When the guy doesn’t make a move, Baby Boy leans back, completely relaxed, eyes flat, no sense of triumph in the aftermath, just…disappointment– like he’d been craving something more and been left wanting.

Wade can’t resist a low, appreciative whistle, clocking the way Baby Boy’s entire body reacts to the sound. His head snaps in Wade’s direction, and the whole room vignettes as he stares Wade down, eyes flashing like he wants to crumble his spine like a cookie. 

Lust stabs Wade’s gut all the way to the hilt.

“Changed my mind, Weas,” Wade breathes, feeling the tension drain from the room and right into his dick. “You should keep him.”

[myownwholewildworld]

chapter 9 | main masterlist | series masterlist

out: friday 13th aug (p.s. i love fridays the 13th) pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader. (it's actually 2004 now) a/n: hello there! this week has been emotionally draining and it's only wednesday wtf 🫠 but writing this chapter has been therapeutic in a way so there's that! (also it's free unlike actual therapy lol) i'm leaving here a teeny tiny snippet of chapter 10, hope you guys like it! 🥺 thank you everyone for reading and overall being amazing <3 see ya! x snippet warnings: angst. buckets of it?

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You suddenly groaned and Joel’s alertness went through the roof. He held you in his arms as you stirred, trying to get away in your haziness.

“Cold, so cold”, you mumbled, your eyes fluttering open for a brief second, your trembling hands looking for something to hold on to.

Joel captured both of your hands in one of his so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

“I know, I know, baby, but I need to cool you off. You have a fever”, he reasoned with you, but your neurons were firing up so much with pain that your brain could not really register his words.

“Joel, it― it hurts, please make it stop”, you begged, more unconscious than awake.

The lump in his throat grew bigger at your plea. He knew he had to do it but couldn’t find the strength. Was he a coward? Was he so afraid of solitude that he would put you through such hellish torment?

“I will, darlin’, I will. Just gimme a minute, please”, Joel murmured against your temple, holding you tight, his breath shaking with anticipated sorrow.

He did not want to say goodbye. Joel was fucking scared of bidding you farewell ― his heart racing so fast, the pain in his chest returned worse than before.

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