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gracieheartspedro · 6 months
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sneaky peek for the abby munchers
"trash talk" part 2 is in the works. I wanna give ya a lil something something. just a small lil trigger warning, there are tons of seraphite deaths in this part. I also call them scars in my series cause that's what the wlf calls them. fuck them anyway, they are transph*bic and hateful to my man Lev.
also I hardly edited this. if there's a lil oopsies here and there, sorry. love ya.
anyway, enjoy this snippet!
also arm!
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Abby’s eyes widen as she looks down the hall where Owen was just coming from. Whistles erupt and you know what that means. Abby grabs your free hand, practically ripping your arm out of the socket as she takes off down the stairs. 
You’re practically being dragged down the stairs, skipping multiple steps at once as Abby never gives up your hand. Owen is close behind, but every so often, he stops to aim up the stairs to spray bullets. He’s trying to slow them down, but he’s also probably attracting more to your location. A door swings open in Abby’s path, and without even thinking for a millisecond, you lift up your gun and shoot directly into the opening. It was just one guy and your aim was spot on. Your mind is solely on protecting the girl who’s incapable of letting go of your hand. 
“Keep moving!”
Another five flights and you’re finally on the ground floor. Abby finally releases your hand, letting you catch your breath for a second as Owen stands his ground and lights up the staircase behind you.
“We need to find the others! Now!” Abby yells over the gunfire.
You stumble forward, checking down the hallway you watched Manny and Leah go down before you three walked up the stairs. You don’t even say anything, you just start running down the corridor. Your throat is tight just thinking of Manny’s lifeless body. 
Two Scars appear behind a corner and you expertly shoot them, running straight pass them without hestitating. You’re in fight or flight mode, your body shaking with fear that you could stumble upon a horrible scene. 
You don’t know when you start doing it, but you start screaming his name. Over and over again. You’re giving away where you are to the enemy, but you did not care.
Before you can finish slaughtering more people, Manny and Leah yell your name from a room at the end of the hall. When you get to the door, you kick it open with all your might, breaking through the door with your foot. 
“¿Qué pasó? Are you alright!?”
You’re panting and on edge, so when you see Manny’s concerned face, you breath a sigh of relief. His voice brings a bit of comfort as well. 
Abby finally makes it to you, her boots halting right behind you, while her hand grab on the sides of your body. 
“We gotta go! There’s more Scars than we thought. We either go or die!”
You swallow thickly, your body buzzing at the feeling of Abby’s large hands on your hips. She’s not doing it on purpose, it’s almost like she needs to have you close. She needs to protect you just like you protected her.
Manny glances over at Leah, nodding in agreement that they are on the same page. Abby pulls you away from the threshold so they can leave the room they were scoping out. Owen gets to you four, informing everyone where he thinks the Scars could hide and how they would probably make your escape hard. Abby’s hands are still on you. 
You glance back at her, your lips slightly ajar. She looks down at you with hooded lids. 
“We are getting out of here and you’re not leaving my side, got it?” She whispers for your ears only. You just nod. 
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tawnyfool · 1 year
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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴
my sneak peek for @witcher-fanzine, preorders open here: http://witcherfanzine.gumroad.com
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foreverdolly · 4 months
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If the chapter isn't ready yet,can we get a teaser for the final chapter of fake dating instead?
The crowd was full of familiar faces. Family members you hadn’t seen in years, friends that had stuck around your sister since girlhood- and now Austin, who was sitting beside your parents. The corners of his eyes were slightly wrinkled with the force of his smile.
You felt something yawn to life in your chest- this long dead ache. You didn’t let it startle you like you might have just mere days ago. Instead you basked in, allowing your heart to flutter and your stomach to do flips. Because Austin, sitting in the front row with only your sister’s closest family and friends, looked like he belonged.
He laughed right along with your mother as your sister’s face crinkled with tears of joy, and when it was time for the newlyweds to seal their vows with a kiss he clapped just as loudly as your father did.
You watched Emily and Brandon, hand in hand, make their way back down the aisle. You didn’t miss the way your sister turned her head, eyes searching for your face. It was hard to believe that two weeks ago you had been completely certain that love was a lie. Marriage, in your pessimistic worldview, had just been a social construct. In your mind it was yet another crooked path that led straight to eventual emotional and financial ruin. In that moment Emily’s pink cheeks and glassy eyes had you feeling positively optimistic. Love had won today.
And as Austin stood up to wrap an arm around your bleary eyed mother you couldn’t help but realize that love would win tomorrow too.
Because tomorrow did exist for you two.
The grecian breeze felt good on your too-warm cheeks. It ruffled the gauzy ribbons that had been tied on either side of the wooden archway your sister and her husband had just been standing underneath. The smell of the rose and peony bouquets mingled with the seaside air. It seemed to propel you forward, setting your feet into motion as you made your way over to the front row. Austin was already holding out his hand for you, that bright white smile beaming just for you now.
It wasn’t until most of the guests had started making their way towards the reception area that you realized you hadn’t looked for Alexander even once since the ceremony had started. There wasn’t a hint of jealousy or even residual pain, rather just a lack of any sort of emotion at all for the man.
“Are you alright?” Austin asked, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. You had a feeling that he wasn’t asking about last night.
“I’m fine.” You were more than just ‘fine’. You felt great. Wonderful, even. You gave his big hand a squeeze and began pulling him through the grass. The blonde blinked down at you in silent surprise, plush lips parting.
“What? Is there something on my face?” You asked, dropping his hand so you could drag your fingers under your eyes, worried that your mascara had run without you noticing.
“No, no. It’s just. . . I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy before.” He was reaching back out for your hand before he could even finish his sentence. He wanted to touch you- needed to touch you. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
It was his turn to begin pulling you in the direction of the music. Your sister’s party was already in full swing, the sudden sound of champagne popping reminding you of where you were. Your bare feet felt good against the cool plush grass. You let yourself sink into it, your fingers threading through Austin’s.
“If we don’t join the party now then I might kiss you.” Austin commented, gently swinging your clasped hands. Your eyebrows furrowed, wondering why kissing would be a bad idea. If anything it sounded like the best thing in the world right now. You wanted him. The need to be close to him was overwhelming, and holding hands just didn’t feel enough right now. He noticed your expression and flashed you a shy smile.
“If I start now then I won’t stop,” His shy smile widened a bit, and he pulled you closer to his side, lowering his head so that he could speak directly into your ear. “And fucking you in a bathroom doesn’t sound comfortable. I’m quite tall, is all.”
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inlovewithpandora · 10 months
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Here’s a sneak peek of my next fic!
In The Shadows
Pairing: Ao’nung x fem!sully!reader
Synopsis: When you and Ao’nung first locked eyes it was like love at first sight. After both of you officially became a couple Ao’nung started to worry. He was scared that his reputation would falter if people knew he was with a ‘four-fingered freak’ so he decided to keep you hidden from the world, which mutilated your heart in the process.
Content/Warnings: secret relationship, emotional manipulation, man-handling
A/N: this fic has been in the works for a few weeks and I’m glad it’s finally finished!
- Comment and lmk if you want to be tagged💗!
- I will be posting this either tomorrow or Sunday!
Here are two separate previews
1. The words falling from his lips sounded sweet but it was all lies, he's feeding you words that are filled with pure deceit. He spins you into this web hoping that his sugar-coated words were enough to get you to agree and in the end they were. you agreed to the secret arrangement, for you as long as you had him it was enough.
2. "Hey, sayrìp (handsome)! Are you almost done here because I—" Your sentence became lodged in your throat when you felt Ao'nung's hand tightly wrap around your bicep as he dragged you along the beach to somewhere that no one could see or hear the two of you.
Edited: Full Fic is posted!
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excaliburzine · 11 months
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A sneak peek of my piece for the Excalibur Zine, now available on Gumroad ! All proceeds will go to Doctors Without Borders :)
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cieloclercs · 10 months
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Could we possibly get a sneak peek of the next sliding doors chapter?? 😉
here it is! a little snippet of domestic life with joão and esperanza… i’m saving the party scenes for when i publish the full chapter (aka they’re only in first draft stage at the moment, sorry 🫠)
read under the cut!
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João hadn't bothered going back to his apartment when he arrived back from Liverpool. He went straight to Esperanza's. She was waiting for him inside, halfway through her newest painting (a commission from Mrs Davies of one of her many cats — this had become a regular occurrence since the woman found out Esperanza was a painter, and she would pay her a pretty decent sum for her efforts too). João was used to the chaos of Esperanza's apartment by now. Most of the time when he went round to see her, she would be mid-project, with her brushes and paints scattered everywhere, an old, baggy shirt framing her figure and nothing but a pencil, twisted into the curls, holding her hair into a bun on the back of her head. Her apartment almost always smelled like coffee and acrylic paint. It wasn't exactly something João had ever thought he would love as much as he did — but it just felt like Esperanza.
The story was much the same when he finally got back to the apartment complex. He knocked on her door but didn't wait for an answer before opening it (neither of them bothered anymore). Esperanza was inside, hunched over a canvas with a concentrated frown on her face and some classical piece playing softly through the speakers she always kept on the kitchen cabinet. She didn't hear him as he stepped into the room. João smiled. He'd been expecting it. She was lost to the world when she painted.
"Is that for Mrs Davies?" João's voice cut through the gentle lull or piano keys and strings. Esperanza looked up. Her frown cleared, revealing a smile like the sun when she caught sight of him.
"Yep." she nodded, struggling to her feet and dusting off her knees. They too were splattered with paint, "She's paying me sixty to do a big one of — what was his name again? — Oh, Mr Whiskers. That woman has so many cats I can't keep track."
João walked forward to stand beside her, kissing her sweetly, and looked down at the painting laid out on the floor. Just like everything Esperanza did, it was immaculate. He couldn't quite fathom just how talented she was: and just how fortunate he was to be the man in her life. In all honesty, João wasn't entirely sure what she saw in him, but at this point, he'd just take the win.
"Mrs Davies has a black cat?" he asked, scrunching up his nose in faint horror. In Esperanza's painting the cat was certainly a black one; with wide, stare-into-your-soul type of green eyes that somehow, from within the canvas, seemed to follow him when he shifted his gaze. João shuddered. He'd never been much of a cat person to begin with, but black cats were a step too far.
"Yeah, it freaks me out too." Esperanza giggled softly at the look on his face, "And I'm not usually a superstitious person, but this cat is scary. Don't tell Mrs Davies I said that."
João nodded distractedly. He'd lost his train of thought as soon as her heard her light, bubbling laugh. It was becoming one of his favourite sounds, he had recently discovered. He forfeited any capability of continuing the conversation, left with nothing but a stupid smile on his face and a blank mind. Only Esperanza ever seemed to be able to render him absolutely speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. A lot of the time, she didn't even have to do anything. João was just enamoured with her. That was all it took.
Esperanza's fingers clicked in front of his face, breaking him out of his trance. He'd been staring, it seemed, because now she was gazing up at him with a questioning smile. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
Most of the time when João visited Esperanza's, he was more than happy to just watch her paint. In fact, that had been a specific request of his the last few times he'd been round. On the cold, rainy days when it was simply too miserable to go anywhere, they'd sit on Esperanza's living room floor, listening to the patter or raindrops on the window as her paintbrush glided masterfully across the canvas. There was something so peaceful about it; so intimate. Neither of them felt the need to fill the silence in those moments. Just being in each others' presence — close enough to hold — was more than enough.
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five days until i leave school 🤭🤭
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jawllines · 2 years
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SNEAK PEEEEK
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vecnawrites · 4 months
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Sneak Peek! Upcoming Emerald/Nora story!
An excerpt from an upcoming Emerald/Nora story~!
Emerald Sustrai was stressed. She hadn’t been able to relax in a long time, and her short masturbation sessions in the showers only dulled the edge so much. She hadn’t been able to bring a dildo, since she didn’t trust Mercury or Neo not to find it and either mock her with it, or make it ‘vanish’.
She also didn’t trust getting laid with someone that she was likely going to have to consider an enemy, so a casual liaison was out, unless Cinder ordered her to do so in order to gather information, of course.
It went without saying that every day the hope that she’d be told to fuck someone to get information or dirt on them or someone else rose just a little more. Her needs were getting to be that bad.
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heavenlyhischier · 6 months
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LUKE FIC SNEAK PEEK
“Where you going,” Luke asked, his hand gripping your bicep as he held you in place.
Your breathed faltered, his fingers burning your skin as your chest tightened. Dawson was hovering in the doorway, eyes full of worry as he glanced between the two of you. Shaking your head, silently urging him to keep going, you shake Luke’s hand off your arm and turn to face him.
His eyes were wide, swimming with a combination of emotions that had you wanting to pull your hair out. He doesn’t get to look hurt after what he’d said behind your back. He was the one who essentially lied to you, and made you feel comfortable when you shouldn’t have.
“I’m going to stay with Dawson and Ryleigh,” You spoke, eyes narrowed and voice clipped, “Since you need some space.”
Luke stumbled backwards as if you had slapped him, his face and shoulders falling as he realized you had heard him. Blinking back the tears that were brimming your eyes, you turned on your heels and headed towards the door. Luke was calling your name, pleading for you to come back and talk to him, but you kept waking until the sound of the door slamming shut behind you covered your cries.
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moonchildreads · 7 months
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Last Sentence Tag
RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence
thank you @eddiemunson95 for tagging me, this was fun!
Her other arm sneaked into his t-shirt sleeve, nails drawing barely-there patterns on the back of his shoulder, making him hum like the stray cats at the trailer park when they let him pet them after being fed.
i'm the kinda asshole that writes really long sentences so i'm not tagging 38 people (i'm not sure i even know 38 people on this app lmao) so no pressure tags for all these lovely lovely people: @justahappycloud @duquesademiel @gutterratt @munsonology @queenimmadolla @thebearer @1lostsoul0fishbowl @lesservillain
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thatoneao3author · 10 months
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interstellar ian au - sneak peek
“Those were some good ideas.” Mickey agreed, looking up at him. “You’re aware of my love for the curls, but that dark green color looked really good on you.” 
That look Mickey gave him, something admiring and adoring- 
The butterflies in Ian’s stomach were having a fucking field day.
“Yeah.” he agreed, breathlessly and mindlessly, “I thought so too.” 
And there it was again. The eye contact, held for a moment too long. 
Ian was perfectly aware of how Mickey looked, how attractive he was, but his brain momentarily hyper focused on the little details. 
The dimples that made Ian wanna smile right back at him, regardless of whatever else was going on.
The blue eyes that he kept getting trapped in. 
His slightly crooked teeth that were somehow perfect in their own way. 
Fuck. 
The actor looked away, turning towards the shelf next to him and hurriedly scanning over the books there. The panic took a beat or two to fade as he picked up a hardcover book at random. 
A queer romance novel. 
What a coincidence, his brain mused.
another little sneak peek/snippet of my upcoming multichaptered fic, bright as the stars. aka, the Interstellar Ian/Kid’s show au. This one is from chapter five, when Ian and Mickey have agreed to be friends for the sake of getting to know each other but, y’know, they’re gay
If you’re interested in more info about this au, check out some of the other posts on this blog and under the tag ‘Interstellar Ian AU’. remember to reblog with any thoughts you have <3
(if this post gets like, fifty notes, i’ll post another snippet? also i may not answer them because spoilers but feel free to ask any questions about this upcoming fic in my ask box)
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i-am-a-silly-goober · 3 months
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Here’s a doodle/sneak peek of Crazy land Julie! I’ll be making the others later, but for now I’m gonna head to sleep so Goodnight!
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Sneak peek for the next few pages!
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sneak peek! ch. 5: a safe place to land
the full chapter should be posted soon!! enjoy this in the mean time :)
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Bradley Bradshaw had been holding himself back from saying three little words since the day he was deployed. He almost told y/n he loved her right before he left her house the morning of his mission. In the peaceful quiet of the early morning darkness, Bradley realized he was irrevocably and unequivocally in love with y/n y/l/n.
He convinced himself that it would’ve been cruel to tell y/n he loved her for the first time just before he left for a mission. What if he didn’t come back? Not only would she be left grieving Rooster, she’d also be stuck mourning the loss of love, of everything that could’ve been. Bradley couldn’t bear to burden her with that.
So the words were left unsaid for the time being. Every time Rooster and y/n spoke on the phone, I love you was perched on the tip of his tongue. With each passing day, the words rattled around his brain and begged to be said out loud.
That all changed after a close call during one of the mission flights.
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glacierruler · 11 months
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Hey hey hey, would you like to see something
I just started it and it's nowhere near done, but here's the base of the oil painting I'm making!
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aecu · 2 years
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I’d pay to see your dms 😂😂
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