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[ptr2-noodle-domination]

CHAPTER 12 PREVIEW #2

[roamwithahungryheart]

Monte Carlo. 11:00 AM.

CIA operative August Walker has just made the first - and potentially the biggest - mistake in his entire career. On the run from the IMF after a failed attempt to intercept a mission, his track record for vanishing without a trace is tarnished when he checks out of a hotel without realizing he’s left something behind…

Sacha Gray’s plans for a peaceful vacation are turned upside down when she finds a bag containing five passports and several million dollars stashed in her room. Sacha must make a choice – turn it in, or track down the men it belongs to. When the CIA send August back to retrieve it, she becomes a pawn in a dangerous game that just might save his life.

(COMING SOON!)

H-Cav tags: @blavikennbutcher @littlefreya @viking-raider

@harrysthiccthighss @autumnrose40 @blowing-mikey

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

It's @sicktember preview time again!

Prompts: Fever, Comfort Item, Aches and Pains, Too Many Layers

With a shake of his head, [Tony] tossed [the blanket] over his shoulder and strolled back into the living room.“ In order to get this blanket you have to give up one of the other ones,” he said, standing just out of the teenager’s reach.

“Come on, Mr. Stark!” Peter whined, grabbing fruitlessly at the blanket that his mentor was dangling in front of him. “That’s not fair!”

“Nope. No 'fuzzy blanket' for you until you remove a layer,” Tony chirped with glee as he watched the poor kid easily fall for the lighthearted taunting. Part of him felt a little bad for not just giving it to him but at that same time he really didn’t want the teenager to overheat. “One of the other covers or the sweat shirt has to go,” he demanded, rolling his eyes for a second time when the top cover ended up being kicked onto the floor. “Very mature, Pete,” he sighed out as he leaned over to scoop up the discarded blanket and spread the preferred one over the boy’s body instead.

[chellmibell]

you can never expect two dorks in love to actually stay still for a portrait, as we see in my piece for @fodlanwedding‘s zine: To Have & To Hold

links to the pre-order page on bigcartel will be in the first comment of the chat, since tumblr can be cranky with links in the description boxes

[whatevenisyourdeal]

Here, have a preview of my next story, Wolf Treats! (Part 8 of my Great Alpha AU)

[hanajimasama]

Love you to the core.

A snippet! Of the fluffy Raihan thing I started. I can’t help it he’s so beautiful ft

Ft my trainer/pokémon oc/ Practically my trainer but with a different background story. ANYWAY

Sneak peek!

“I’m here for him” he said gesturing to the flygon who was happily eating curry, becoming fast friends with the other pokémon around the campfire “We have training” Raihan added trying to appear taller and more intimidating to the ghosts who were watching him silently, though a loud rumbling echoed from his stomach making his ears burn. She laughed. It was so light, like the gentle jingle snoms made.

“Here eat” she said holding out a bowl of piping hot curry “I’ll warn you it’s spicy”

“I’m a dragon I can hack it” he boasted before swallowing a few large spoonfuls of the dark curry before having to gesture for water, she chuckled at him again “Damn girl, what kind of berries did you put in there?!”

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Also snoms. They’re so darn cute!

Also Raihan. Intense fluff will occur.

Trying to think of a better apple/applin pun for the title. Send me your puns..

[zombubble]

TNOT Ch. 18 Preview

Hey guys!! Long time no talk, I know, but life has been hectic and I’ve been doing my best. Good news is, though, I should have the chapter up in the next week or two (though I’m shooting for sooner rather than later), and thought I’d put up a little bit of a sneak peek!!

It’s time for Viktor to compete at Euros, and hopefully this year will go better than the last.

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As expected, when they pull up in front of the hotel their arrival is heralded by flashing cameras and a crowd. Longing for the days when he could just go places without fanfare, Viktor waits until the door is opened before stepping out. Standing, he gives the press a few moments to get pictures before allowing himself to be shuttled closer. The press does their best to shout over each other as he draws near, and he can see reporters eyeing his bodyguards. Hopefully, they’ll behave; there’s no need for another fiasco like last year.

“Mr. Nikiforov, there are rumors that recent practices haven’t gone so well, can you elaborate?”

Internally, Viktor lets out a sigh, but he makes sure his smile stays glued to his face. “Recovery from injury isn’t a linear process,” he says. “Slight complications have made it necessary for me to train more carefully than I have in the past.”

“What sort of complications?”

“That’s between myself and my coaches and medical staff,” he bites.

A different microphone is pushed towards him. “Do you expect to podium?”

“I certainly hope to,” he says, “but competitions can be unpredictable! I expect to give it my best, and hopefully that will be good enough.”

“There are rumors,” a different reporter says, “that you’ll be skating for Sachima next year instead of Russia, are there any truth to them?”

“I’ll refrain from commenting about next season until after Worlds,” he replies, though he knows full well he’s retiring. “I like to focus on the season at hand before making plans for the future.” He can hear his rinkmates fielding a few questions around him, but the majority of the press seems to be focused on Viktor. Naturally.

“How much does His Majesty understand about your career? Does he watch your programs?”

Viktor looks towards the source of the unusual questions to see a younger woman holding a notepad. She looks new to journalism and he smiles. “His Majesty is actually quite a good figure skater himself! He understands much of the technical part of skating and basic scoring, so he follows it easily. As for your second question, unless he has a pressing matter to deal with, my fiancé watches my programs live.”

“Has he ever seen you compete in person?”

Nodding, Viktor grins. “He has! He attended Russian Nationals in secret last year, and watched both programs from the boards!”

Another reporter moves closer to get in on the questioning. “Are there any plans for the King of Sachima to see you in person again?” Yuuri’s mentioned something about trying to attend Worlds, but it’s still up in the air as far as Viktor knows. If he had to hazard a guess, he’d say it’s unlikely, but that doesn’t stop him from hoping.

“For security reasons, I’m unable to comment on His Majesty’s future plans, I’m sure you understand.”

“Of course,” is the reply.

“You’re up against some of the most accomplished skaters in Europe aside from yourself. After your win at Russian Nationals, how do you feel about your chances here? Any words for your competitors?”

Viktor looks at the reporter that asked, an older man that certainly knows he’s just rephrasing an earlier question to try to eke an answer out. Narrowing his eyes, Viktor lets his smile fall. “Again, I hope my best is good enough for the podium, and I look forward to competing with such accomplished athletes.” The negativity and insult-throwing that, at times, comes with athletic competitions has always grated on Viktor, and he’s promised himself he’d never take part. Obviously the press either hasn’t realized or doesn’t care.

“Vitya,” Yakov says, coming up next to him, “let’s go. You can do more press later.” Nodding, Viktor flashes a grateful smile and turns back to the press.

“That’s all I can answer for now,” he chirps, “thank you!” Part of him wants to thank them for not being assholes this time around, but that likely wouldn’t go over well with either the press or the Palace, so he refrains, instead waving as he lets Yakov lead him inside.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Two and a half-ish more Sicktember fics left to write! And I am determined to get all ten done on time. Here's a little something from the one I'm working on today:

Prompts: Sick at School, Food Poisoning

[Peter] took a deep breath in through his nose and stepped into the store, smiling. “Good morning, Mr. Sundar! Got anything marked down yet this morning?” he pleasantly inquired as he came through the doors. The older man gestured towards the cool box near the front and Peter skipped towards it. It took a moment to find what the storekeeper had been referring to. But after shuffling a few things around, he found several egg salad sandwiches wrapped in cellophane and adorned with a bright orange, fifty percent off sticker. “Bingo,” he whispered to himself and then hurried towards the register to pay.

What could possibly go wrong, right?