#disaster snippets

[disasterbuck]

Hiii

😘😘😘😘,👀👀👀👀?

thank you! sorry it took me a month 😬

😘😘😘😘 - cheek kiss

I had writer's block for this but now the wall is SMASHED!!! 🥳

Or was Buck overthinking this whole thing? After all, Eddie had only kissed his cheek. It wasn't like he'd kissed him on the mouth.

Buck felt his face burn at this last thought. Oh, how he wanted Eddie to kiss him on the mouth…

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"You kissed him!?" Linda exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement. Josh thunked his glass down on the table in surprise, his mouth falling open.

"Not on the lips!" Eddie said quickly as he dropped his hands back down and looked up. "Just on the cheek. But…" He swallowed nervously. "Yeah."

"What are you still doing here?" Josh burst out.

"… Excuse me?"

Shaking his head, Josh shared a disbelieving glance with Linda before saying, "Go kiss him for real!"

"But…" Eddie stared between them, his heart pounding in his chest. "I'm here with you guys. We're hanging out. I can't just ditch you."

"Eddie!" Linda chided. "We can hang out later! Ditch us and go get your man!"

👀👀👀👀 - chris watches

But then weeks passed. Chris watched the two of them continue to smile and laugh and hang out together, their touches getting progressively more intimate every day. He waited, constantly, for his dad to tell him that he and Buck were dating and things might start to look a bit different from now on.

He waited, eager to be given the chance to tell his dad that he thought this was a really good idea and he was actually thrilled for them both. He could picture his dad's face lighting up with joy, the special smile he reserved for Buck bursting free, uncontainable.

But as the days passed, no one said anything.

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[anniebass]

It’s a big bed. A California King, funnily enough a few inches narrower than King, but longer — can't help being a size queen, Steve — and one of the first joint purchases they made, as Eddie insisted his previous bed was haunted, too many bodies, invisible stains, et cetera. Not that Steve much asked for details. Well, wasn’t exactly a joint purchase, Eddie wouldn’t allow him to chip in beyond the bedding, but, eh. Picked together. Comfy. Spacious, big enough to not touch at all; a touching sentiment, because it rarely occurs in their shared bed. There's always some point of contact, a hand, a foot nudging him, a leg swung over his. Innocently.

forgot to post this one, middle aged men engaging in corny pillow talk, from a standalone installment of middle aged man yaoi

[ghqstwriter]

How about a villain that’s horrible at flirting, and a hero finally realizing that the villain was in fact trying to flirt this whole time instead of being intimidating

Hero wasn't exactly the claustrophobic type, far from it. However, Villain's presence felt so overwhelming that they couldn't help but cower, trapped between the brick wall and the tyrant in front of them, face dark as usual. They didn't want to admit it at first, but Hero was more than terrified of the criminal. Sure, the hero was competent, a superhero with the highest success rate on their team. They were envied for their powers, and praised for their heroic deeds. Invincible, some would say. Yet it was nothing in comparison to Villain.

The criminal had always managed to find a way to be several steps ahead. Sometimes, it felt as though their (immensely impressive) acts were nothing to them, just a detour in their grand plans; a fun game that involved spinning the hero around in circles aimlessly. Hero was the city's shining honour, the one on the front lines, their best defence, and yet Villain was way out of their league. Too powerful of a threat to imagine overcoming.

And now, here they were, both supers dressed down in civilian outfits, with nowhere for Hero to run. A shiver crept up their spine. It wasn't the first time Hero had seen Villain's face before, for they had taken off their mask mid battle one time. An act of mockery, Hero had assumed: it doesn't matter if you can track me down, there's nothing you could do to me. But Hero had always been cautious to keep their double life under wraps. And now, it was about to come tumbling down, a house of cards that Villain had sniffed out almost instantaneously.

"Come here often?" They spoke, voice as monotone and threatening as usual. Hero gulped, hoping Villain wouldn't notice their darting eyes. Why would that matter? Was this place of importance to Villain? Oh God, was this some front, or some stashed away hideout? They just wanted to grab some takeout after an arduously long day of work, but of course their luck had to shove them under the bus.

"No I, uh, was just looking for a quick meal after work, you know how it is, right?" Hero stammered out pathetically, already regretting their choice of words as soon as they tumbled out of their mouth. Of course the villain wouldn't be caught dead eating greasy takeaway after barely winning an uphill battle. Hero knew a handful of heathens who would kill someone for presuming that. The thought chilled them. Here's to hoping they aren't one of them.

"Dinner, here? Aren't you supposed to be the agency's shining star? Seems a little beneath a hero's standards to me." Villain remarked, voice still as sinister as usual. They didn't believe the hero, was that it? Did Villain think they caught someone snooping around, jamming their nose right where it shouldn't be? Hero could only hope there was a different motive here, else they're certain that the punishment for that would be horrific.

"It wouldn't be particularly heroic of me to ask for compensation for what I do. Defeats the whole purpose of a good samaritan if you ask me," Hero retorted back, hoping that if they pretended they weren't cornered, it would somehow come true. Villain only chuckled grimly, as though Hero's answer was amusing rather than desperate, albeit somewhat true. Sure, they could probably negotiate a better salary if they really wanted it, but Hero was seldom the type to want anything. They took what was given and stuck to the rungs of their ladder.

"Hm, I suspected as such from you," Villain began, words setting Hero on edge. As much as their words changed, their tone never did, remaining at a monotone baseline which happened to be a menacing and threatening harmony. "You know the other heroes at your agency could never feel the same way, don't you?"

Of course they did; it was apparent to anyone with some semblance of a brain that most of the agency's recruits were flashy, looking for a rise to fame or a reason to feel some superiority. Most of them got weeded out fast when they realised just how gritty the job got, not that the agency cared. New faces kept the public excited, meant there was still intrigue and some sick form of relevancy. Hero knew this, but that shouldn't surprise anyone. The way Hero's attitude contrasted their peers, it felt like a fact not worth bringing up, of course they were different. So why bring it up, Hero pondered.

This wasn't, in fact, the first time Villain had mentioned this, either. Nor the second, or the third, and definitely not the fourth. It seemed to be the Villain's favourite comment during their encounters, how unique the hero's motives seemed to be. Authenticity in a field of insincerity, as they had once put it. Perhaps it was why the villain seemed to terrorise Hero more than anyone else – more fun to watch someone with only good intentions crumble under the weight of failure and shame. All coherent responses and witty comebacks crumpled up and disintegrated before they could make their way out of Hero's throat, so they opted to change the subject.

"What do you want from me, Villain?" It was all Hero could manage without coming across as particularly feeble. There was no point trying to writhe their way out of the situation, nothing they could say would stop a villain. 'Please, no, I'm unarmed!' As though a criminal could ever have the decency to care. The criminal took a step closer in response, probably knowing just how claustrophobic Hero was, and using it to their advantage. It was their fault, really, for being such an open book right now. They weren't exactly good at hiding their fear, not when it came to Villain.

"You're trembling, and not in the way I'd prefer you to be," they stated, leaving Hero's fear to momentarily be replaced by confusion. What did that even mean? The superhero's mind jumped straight to the worst scenario, and then the terror started to seep in again. Trembling in pain, that's what Villain wanted, of course. Great, on they were about to be kidnapped and tortured (probably for fun, who the fuck knew at this point) and their last act of free will would have been heading to the shittiest fast food place in the city and––

"You're scared of me. Downright terrified. Trust me, it was more than enjoyable at first, but it's getting a little excessive, don't you think? Sort of loses it's novelty when you go from intimidated to practically-sobbing-at-the-sound-of-my-voice levels of fear. I plan on changing that."

Hero's spiralling train of thought ceased for a beat at those words, only to be replaced by a new, slightly less terrified model. They weren't what Hero was expecting at all. Villain was petrifying, and the way they spoke consolidated that entirely. If they weren't happy with how terrified Hero was, why did they keep acting like that? Why did they insist on getting as close to the hero as possible? And, hey, whilst they were on the subject, why on earth would Villain have a problem with this? They were missing something, one cog that would get all the other gears turning.

"Am I understanding you correctly? You're mad that I'm– scared of you? Like that's a bad thing, now?" Hero questioned, trying to push back during this brief moment where bewilderment overcame distress. Villain scoffed at that, though didn't come across as particularly offended.

"Listen, Hero. Some murky alleyway isn't where I'd like to be having this conversation. There's a new restaurant opening up a few blocks away from here. I'm not one to keep up with the fine-dining corner of the world, but I can only assume it's of a better standard than this place. I'll come find you tomorrow night, so you'd best be ready. No weapons, no teammates, no unceremoniously poisoned wine on either side. Just us. And don't worry, it'll all be out of my pockets, you won't have to stain your reputation of honourability and ask for that payrise. I'll see you then."

Villain was gone before Hero could properly register what had been said. Vanished untraceably, after dropping one bombshell after another. And, just like that, the geartooth clicked into place, and Hero's brain started thinking. Slowly at first, but picking up and changing into a great speed, so fast that they thought they might overheat, blood rushing to their face. Had Villain asked them out on a date?

[kari-go]

uh oh you said a stupid thing, time to never speak again!

[dysfunctional-doodle]

They love each other really. Just very deep down

This is from the latest chapter of Too Many Turtles, my TMNT chat/text fic which now is actually having plot, wow.

This chapter involves a virtual talent show, Rise Donnie trying to sell his twin for some uranium, and some…unpleasant truths from the 2007 boys as they begin to reveal what exactly is going on in their universe. Like I said, plot!

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[t1oui]

forever pushing my percy weasley was a slytherin and he was like a brother to draco malfoy agenda ft my newer draco malfoy and ginny weasley become friends after the war agenda

[unevenpatterns]

Jet: “Wait is Mushi even your real uncle?” Zuko: “Of course he is, but his name is actually Iroh.” Jet: “Your uncle. Your uncle is Iroh, the dragon of the west?” Zuko: “Uhh…” Jet: “The guy who tried to take down Ba Sing Se?” Zuko: “I mean technically that is true, but it was a very long time ago and he’s changed a lot-” Jet: “I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Zuko: “No Jet, we already went through this!” Jet: “Clearly not enough!”

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Snippet from one of my upcoming fics.

This one, NSFW proceed at your own risk: So much trouble

[disasterbuck]

💋💋💋💋🙊🙊🙊🙊

sorry this took a while!! hope you enjoy!! 😘

💋💋💋💋 - kiss your best friend passionately

Giving a quiet cough, Buck began, "Uh… hey. I just wanted to say sorry. Uh, about before?"

Eddie remained stubbornly still.

"I didn't mean to upset you," Buck went on, his nerves taking control of his mouth and making it run. "I just wasn't thinking. At all. I heard something about kissing your best friend and just immediately went for it because I wanted to. Like, the idea of having to be paid money to kiss you? Laughable. I truly meant what I said, that I'd kiss you for free. I mean, obviously, since I did do that. But what I'm trying to say is it just didn't even occur to me that you might not want to, which is incredibly rude and selfish and inconsiderate of me. I absolutely should have asked before kissing you, and I just really hope–"

🙊🙊🙊🙊 - don't say his name

Buck and Eddie glanced at each other, their eyes darting away again just as quickly. Eddie cleared his throat and reached for the avocado to start dicing it, leaving Buck to answer Chimney's accusations.

"No," Buck enunciated carefully, as if it was a much more complicated word which could be easily misheard and not one with only one syllable. "Eddie and I are not secretly dating."

Chimney narrowed his eyes. For a moment he thought he saw one of Eddie's hands shake nervously, but then he was slicing the avocado expertly so Chimney assumed he'd imagined it.

Still.

"Hen, back me up here?" he said, turning to his partner in crime.

"You two have seemed extra close lately," Hen said, leaning forward on her arms. "You were practically cuddling on the couch earlier from the look of it."

"We weren't cuddling!" Eddie protested, looking up from his avocado. "That couch is tiny!"

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[the-hwaelweg]

So the good news is I wrote 1.5k words last night. The bad news it was not on the fic I teased you all with 😅

[xxgwenstacyxx]

Back on my post-endgame everybody-lives AU... in which Tony and Steve both have trauma and they bake about it.

[loopyhoopywrites]

Snippet Sunday!

Been thinking about Teek recently, so here's a little snippet of the Disaster Trio hearing about Teek's dating history.

“Do you have to lie about everything?” Llanedd asked.

“Have to?” Trickster said, taking a swig from their flagon as Llanedd pushed their own away. “No. Want to? Absolutely.”

A loud sigh came from beside Mar’Gret.

“You sincerely believe these people capable of assisting me?” Teek asked, eyebrow arched. He may have had a bit of an attitude problem, but as much as Mar'Gret loved Trickster and Llanedd, she could understand why he might be having doubts.

“They’re much more competent than they look,” she lied, sending the whispered bickering on the other side of the table a Stern Look before turning kindly back to Teek. “Now, I think you were about to tell us all about this young man of yours, and what we can do to help.”

“Help?” Teek drawled, but nevertheless Mar’Gret felt him straighten in his seat, heard him inhale in the way people do whilst preparing to speak. She watched his eye skirt the table, taking in his audience, and gave him her best encouraging smile. She also kicked firmly in Trickster and Llanedd's direction. Her legs were too short to actually connect, but the wobbling of the table as her metal-toed shoes hit the underside seemed to sufficiently garner their attention.

"Very well." For a moment Mar'Gret thought that was all Teek was going to say, and was about to dispatch a more forceful approach when they suddenly took a deep breath, and continued.

“His royal highness and I met in our late teens,” he began, addressing his story to a point just above Trickster’s head, where a series of posters and notices plastered the wall. “I was fortunate enough to obtain an internship position with the castle’s resident High Wizard, and the prince would oft spend his days in the library adjacent to the arcane laboratory. He had a great thirst for knowledge, and we,” —a flicker of something Mar’Gret couldn’t identify passed across Teek’s face— “we became friends."

They paused.

“We began courting six months into our acquaintance.”

“Wait,” said Trickster, “What?”

“Believe me, the surprise was mine.” Teek lowered his gaze and, with a smile so slight Mar’Gret doubted anyone but her noticed, continued, “I had supposed, with my— well. That hardly matters. But as unexpected as it may have been, the progression of our relationship faced remarkably few barriers. His parents approved of our partnership, despite the difference in our stations, and we were… happy. Together.”

“Clearly not for long,” Trickster pointed out. Mar’Gret smacked him round the back of the head.

[elljayvee]

Jose spotted Jim at the station's 'Fleet bar and wound his way over. "Jim," he said, and Jim gave him a quick smile. Jim's eyes were a little soft, not quite to the point of drunkenness, but he'd probably had a drink before the one he was nursing now, if Jose had to guess.

Cathy, the bartender, slid Jose's usual in front of him. Jim didn't even look up at her, which was unusual for Jim -- Jim was one of those people who noticed everyone, thought about everyone, paid attention to everyone. Then again, Jim and his whole crew had had a rough few months, and today's command debrief had been long and exhausting. Jim's XO had gone so far as to reach over and lay his hand on Jim's forearm when Jim had slumped, ever so slightly, in his seat --

You know what, that was strange. Jose didn't know Spock very well on a personal level, but he knew him professionally, and more than that, he knew Vulcans generally. He raised his drink to his lips and said, over the rim, "So, Jim. You and Spock?"

Jim made a frustrated, wordless noise, and said, "Jose. I can't believe I have to explain this to you."

"Explain what?" Jose said, fascinated.

Jim gestured at the bar as a whole and then pulled his arms back in, hunching into his seat briefly, and then continued. "Obviously the situation isn't ideal," he said, "but I'm not going to let my best friend die in a fuck or die situation. Obviously, you fuck! Why is this a question? I have survived -- so many worse things. This does not even rate. Spock and I -- we -- it's--" For a moment he seemed to lose his words, and tossed back the rest of his drink, frowning. "There was a simple and effective solution to the problem and--and--we're all right. It worked out. We fucked, we escaped, why are you asking?"

Clearly there had been a lot hidden in Spock's dry "Our captors expected us to perform for their amusement. Fortunately, the captain and myself have some skill at performance" at the debrief. Jose made a mental note to never let either of these two get away with understatement ever again.

He rolled his glass between his palms, and said, "All right. But if it happens again -- because you have to or because you want to -- it has to go on the record, Jim."

"Yeah," said Jim, sounding tired, and defeated, and -- Jose was almost sure he wasn't imagining this -- a little heartbroken. He clapped Jim on the shoulder, and nodded at Cathy for another round. Seemed like Jim shouldn't be drinking alone.

[biowaredisasterbisexual]

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Excerpt from one of the many one-shots in the beta/editing phases (so not beta’d or fully edited yet) below the cut!

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The first touch of his lips was gentle, careful, and not what she needed. Neve grasped his arms as she deepened the kiss and pulled him more firmly against her. She felt his grip on her hips tighten, and this…this was better, so much better. She tasted that undefinable thing that made him him, and lightening seemed to spark as he ran his tongue over her lower lip. She made a soft sound of pleasure and could feel him tremble. But it still wasn’t enough.

More.

[morrigan-cotk95]

Here’s a snippet of something I’m working on!!! Once I can get past this writer’s block, the Rise fandom is gonna get so many new fics /lh

[prince-liest]

I cannot emphasize enough that Adam's dialogue is SO fucking fun to write. I can only imagine how much of a blast Alex Brightman was having with this dude.

[renabe4life]

Okay, okay I found a safe enough snippet to share >w>