#Part 2 sneak peek

[infamous-if]

Gearing up for chapter 3 and beyond means romance that is no longer one-sided. The ROs actually like MC? Who woulda thought!

Can you guess who says this? hehe

[jhsgf82]

Secret Admirer- Part II Coming Soon!

Summary: AU. Katniss Everdeen finds herself torn between a secret admirer and her attractive, visually impaired neighbor.

A/N: In honor of @lemonluvgirl87′s birthday, I am also striving for an update to this. In case I don’t get it out in time, here’s a sneak peek from Peeta’s POV featuring another fave THG character below the cut. Don’t read if you haven’t read Part I and/or if you don’t like spoilers! Sorry I don’t have a pretty edit for this one.  

Read on AO3 HERE 

“Uh, dude, I think I might’ve screwed up.” 

Peeta’s brow crinkles. 

“I said something to your girl…” 

“Katniss? What did you say?” 

“Well, I might’ve called her…ethereal.” 

Peeta gapes. 

“Yeah, and I, uh, might’ve recited some other lines from that one poem...”  

“Damn it, Finnick! Who does that?” 

“I’m sorry! It popped into my head and I was just joking around with her...” 

“And flirting.” Peeta scowls pointedly.  

“Whoa, don’t get territorial now, bro. I’m not after her; I just can’t turn it off sometimes.”

Peeta knows Finnick is grinning. “Don’t I know it.” He sighs and massages his temples. “You probably scared her off,” he mutters. “Anything else I should know?” 

“Well, I don’t think I scared her, exactly, but she was suspicious.” 

“Suspicious that you’re a creeper?” 

“No. Suspicious that...well, I think maybe she thinks that I’m…you know, you.” 

Peeta gives an overexaggerated groan, and Rye yips. He scrubs a hand down his face, then looks in Finnick’s direction. “Well, we could always do that thing they do in the rom coms where the super hot guy takes the place of the not-so-hot guy in order to impress the pretty girl.” 

“Don’t say that, Peet!” Finnick laughs. He approaches him and lays a hand on his shoulder. “You’re very attractive.” He pats his best friend’s shoulder. 

“Alright, fine. How about the one where the super hot guy takes the place of the average-looking disabled guy who’d never have a shot with her.” 

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.” 

Again, Peeta sighs. “What am I gonna do now?” He one-arm shrugs.  

“Hey, you’re the clever one, my friend, the brilliant mastermind of this whole thing. But if it were me, I’d come clean about the poetry and your feelings.” 

[redhead-batgal]

Sneak Peek of I'm With You

This is a sneak peek of the part two, to I Feel A Sin Coming On (HERE). It's basically a Fem! Student! & Soulmate! X Damian Wayne/Robin and likeeee the angst has called to me so why not 😈

You were six when you decided to loathe soulmates. Six when you swore on your very soul- your existence that you would never love your soulmate. You swore to live in misery of your own making rather than fates. No matter who they were, you would hate them.

But fate... well fate hated to be tested. So, fate did the worst thing it could. It made you fall for the one person you swore never to.

Your soulmate.

Your very own soulmate who seemed like the only light in the dark and suddenly you began questioning whether or not these feelings- these emotions you had thought were your own and genuine- were actually yours. Or if they were just fate pulling its strings and making you dance and dance and dance.

To say you were upset was an understatement and... well let's just say fate might be prideful, but you were twice as petty.

At age thirteen you shoved the emotions you had so dearly cherished so deep in your chest they seemed like nothing more than echoes of naive mind. You distanced yourself from him and only let yourself feel in your loneliest of moments.

Four years, it had nearly been four years since you had begun your battle against fate. And- and and fate was getting stronger... as you have been told. The older you get- the closer you are to your soulmate, the stronger the bond is.

Those moments... those lonely moments happened more often, and those stupid annoying emotions rose up with the beating of your traitorous heart.

Which is exactly how you ended up in the last place you ever wanted to be. Face to face with your soulmate... with them recognizing you and what you were to them.

"I'm your soulmate." Damian Fucking Wayne said his eyes locked on you as you felt your heart jump to your throat and all the color drain from your face.

"Fucking shit, " You whispered, unable to break his gaze.

Shaking- shaking you nervously laughed before looking at your bare wrist and you began gathering your things.

"Oh- oh would you look at the time!" You stammered shoving everything into your bag, "I need to get going."

Your book lay just in front of Damian and your eyes darted towards the book then him. With your heart hammering in your chest, you lunged for it. Fingers brushing its cover only for a hand to clasp around your wrist pulling you back towards the table. Damian- he- had had grabbed you. Half looking towards him you curled your fingers into your palm away from the book with had led you into this trap.

"I'm your soulmate," He said again as you avoided eye contact, "and you are mine."

Soulmate- god why did you have to care about him. Why- why-

WHY COULDN'T FATE JUST LEAVE YOU THE FUCK ALONE????

Petty- you were so violently petty and prideful- oh even fate knew this yet- it still tried... this- you wouldn't let this stand.

Forcing a breath out you bit your lip. Trembling, you raised your chin as your eyes burned, finally meeting his gaze and feeling his grip lighten.

"I don't have a soulmate... I won't have one. Not you- not any one... I don't believe in them."

His hand slid off of your wrist as his brow furrowed, you gave him a bitter smile as something warm spilled down your cheeks and you pulled yourself away from him.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get going."

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[thexfridax]

We Are Lady Parts, Season 2

Sneak Peek

[phoward89]

Sneak Peak of Part 2 of Forever & Ever, My Darling Rose. Currently working on it & thought I'd share a bit of what I've got done so far.

Tags: @kuroosbby001 , @purriteen , @poppyflower-22 , @meetmeatyourworst , @whipwhoops , @bxtchopolis, @readingthingsonhere,@savagenctzen, @ryswritingrecord, @erikasurfer, @tulips2715, @universal-s1ut, @thesmutconnoisseur, @squidscottjeans

[jessicas-pi]

One does not simply ignore the fact that you fake-kissed while on a mission.

Sabine and Ezra had not spoken in sixteen days.

People were getting suspicious.

Something had to be done.

So, Sabine woman’d up, and cornered Ezra in the Phantom.

“We need to talk,” she announced, a little more menacingly than she meant to.

She kind of expected him to panic and start stammering, but instead he let out a huge sigh of relief.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “We really need to talk.”

“Yeah…” Sabine echoed, suddenly unsure where to go with the conversation. She’d prepared this in her head with him being freaked out, not with him just as eager to get this talked over as she was.

“I don’t think pretending it didn’t happen is working,” he said, after a long pause.

“Brilliant observation, genius. What could possibly have clued you in?” she asked, defaulting to sarcasm before she could stop herself.

Ezra took it with a grin. “I think it was the time you were so concentrated on not looking at me that you walked into a door.”

She… had no idea where to go with that. Because he was right. She’d walked into a door because of him and his stupid pretty eyes. (Not that he knew about the stupid pretty eyes part.)

Ezra flipped down one of the seats, and gestured for her to sit across from him. She did, and he leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.

“Remember how I said you were the best friend I could ever have asked for?” he asked.

“I think your exact words were coolest friend.”

“Best friend, coolest friend… either way.” Ezra seemed to gather himself, then spoke quickly. “Kissing is not something the average person does with their best coolest friend.”

Sabine startled so hard she almost fell out of her seat. “Okay, when I said we needed to talk about it, I didn’t mean so—bluntly—”

He held up his hands and gave her a pleading look. “Just hear me out?”

“…fine. Whatever.”

“Pretending we didn’t kiss is just going to kriff up everything.”

Sabine cleared her throat, feeling red creep up her cheeks. “Can we just… not say…  the, uh… ‘k-word’?”

“Sure. Pretending we didn’t kiss is just going to mess up everything.”

“That wasn’t the k-word I was—”

Sabine stopped as she saw the smile on his face.

He was joking.

But... oh, karabast, that smile.

Her heart started rattling a rapid beat in her chest and she was suddenly short on breath.

She stood up quickly, which did not help with either of those problems. “I need my helmet for this discussion.”

[austinbutlermedia]

Austin Butler as Feyd Rautha in Dune: PART TWO

[tadpolesonalgae]

Are you planning on writing a part 2 to Can't Bring Myself to Hate You?

Because I need it desperately 😩

Okay, I feel like this is the first time actually writing something intended to be angsty/upsetting so…yeah. Little unsure, but hope you enjoy!

It’ll go up on 2nd of September at 19:00, so keep an eye out!!

Hope this doesn’t piss too many people off 😬

Can’t Bring Myself To Hate You - Part 2[*]

‘ “Look at me.”

His voice breaks through your world of darkness, eyes opening to seek him out. They flit away, embarrassed by the damp blur coating your vision. His fingers slide forward with ease, dancing through the mess between your thighs, pressing to that unfairly sensitive space at your apex. “Look at me,” he repeats. Still quiet, but stern; sharp. ’

‘ You stare, and nothing comes to mind. Anything you had planned to say is forgotten, washed away to a land of mist and fog. Sharp hazel eyes meet yours, dark and accusing, spearing through you. Shadows peek over his wings, circling tight. Lips press together in a stern line.

“What was that?” Your voice is hoarse, rough at the edges. “What were you…? Why…?” ’

[georgiapeach30513]

Sneak Peek of Rebel Moon - Part Two: The Scargiver. Premiering April 19, 2024 only on Netflix

[destinyc1020]

"Dune: Part 2" - Exclusive Extended Sneak Peek Preview

[anniesardors]

“If I recall correctly, I was the one who kissed you first at the bar.” 👀💕

[infamous-if]

G throws their arm around Seven's, pulling them close. Seven's face twists with reflexive discomfort before it changes into surprise, and then nervousness. It's an expression identical to yours whenever you're in proximity to G Reign: the unique awareness that you're next to your idol. "What would our duo be called?"

"A nightmare," [redacted] says the same time [redacted ii] screeches out a happy: "Grammy nominated!"

[farfromstrange]

Who said Good Boys Deserve To Be Taken Care Of Part 2? 🤭

[…] Your finger slides deeper until finally, he cries out. You hit his prostate just right and it makes his insides flutter with pure, unbridled pleasure.

“You’re such a good boy, Matthew.”

He hates how easily you have him wrapped around your finger. How easily you can make him cave and moan and come undone. The praise makes his toes curl and he grips the sheets.

“Fuck,” he moans softly. You smirk again. Asshole, he thinks.

Your finger stretches him out even further, even wider, making him feel even fuller, almost to the brim and preparing him for what’s to come.

“You feel so good around my finger,” you purr against his asscheek. “You’re so soft, so warm, so beautiful…” Your nails dig into his flesh and he finds himself biting down on the pillow below his head. “Don’t hold back,” you say, “let it out.”

He whimpers. “Can you just…” he swallows when you hit his prostate again, harder this time. “Jesus Christ! Please, sweetie, I…”

“What do you want, baby?”

“Just fuck me already.” His words come out harsher than he intended.

You chuckle, “Someone is needy tonight.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and his voice turns into a broken sob, “Just, please… I can’t take this anymore. I’ve been so good.”

“You have, that’s true. You think that means you deserve to be rewarded?”

“Yes!”

“To be taken care of?”

He nods eagerly.

With another kiss on his cheek, you gently pull your finger out. “Okay then,” you say. “But we need to take this slow.” […]

[ejzah]

Deeks comes out in his boxers and dress shirt.

Rosa: That is not a good look.

Me: I disagree.

[kaisollisto]

Home is something Beatrice has grappled with. A word that sits on her tongue unyielding, it sours the inside of her mouth. The taste lingers and there is no reprieve for breathing. She does not care for a place in the world but something inside her needs it. The thought shames her, to need something so desperately. (To want on the brink of desperation and longing, to search for an answer only to be scorned tramples her heart). The need sweeps through her and she is helpless to do anything but let it pass. (And yet she cannot stop looking, she is not human but she hopes wildly like one).

[minutiaewriter]

"Flavor Imps" - Hera Part 2: To Touch the Heavens Sneak Peek

       A group of gelatinous magenta creatures waded in the turquoise liquid of Rynn’s drink. He stared down at them in bewilderment. A thin film surrounded each creature and was gradually releasing into the beverage. One of them gazed up at Rynn with small beady eyes and a mouth so low it was nearly off of its face. Rynn twirled his straw around, toying with the green pearls sitting at the bottom of the drink. He cringed and then looked up at Kilderan.

       “What is it?” His brother cocked his head.

       “There are…people…in my drink,” Rynn replied. “Look.”

       Kilderan’s hair fell into Rynn’s face as the young man leaned in front of him to study the small creatures.

       “Those are just flavor imps, kid,” said Yojackson before gulping down his own beverage.

       “Huh?” Rynn frowned.

       “Flavor imps,” the pirate repeated. “Little aliens that swim around in your drink to give it a bolder, better flavor. They’re really expensive rascals, though.” He looked at Kilderan. “How much was that drink, Kip?”

       Kilderan gave a small shrug.

       “What do I do with them?” Rynn asked, slightly disturbed.

       “Just let them float,” offered Yojackson nonchalantly.

Rynn reluctantly stuck the straw in his mouth and slowly slurped some of the liquid. “Ah!” he cried. “Ahh!” He stared at his straw in horror, at the writhing fuchsia legs that protruded from the end of his straw. He shook the straw rapidly, but the flavor imp only screeched.

       “Blow it out!” Yojackson called.

       Rynn brought the straw to his lips and then inhaled before blowing through the straw.

       The imp shot across the table and landed on Yojackson’s plate before melting into a puddle of jelly.

       The man discreetly swept the imp under his napkin and then winked at Rynn. “We won’t mention it to anybody.”

Hera: To Touch the Heavens releases in Spring of 2024

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