#blakely/douglass/ofc wip

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Last line wip tag game

Thanks to @itstheheebiejeebies, @latibvles, @corrosivesaints and @sweaterkittensahoy (implied) for tagging!

My tumblr'ing has been pretty spotty for about a week so I'm still catching up on things but I have been continuing to make progress on Three's Company. And, hey, wouldja look at that? Somehow I've made it to 100 followers! -- something I find pretty amazing, considering I hovered around 20 for the past four years. See what Master of the Air fandom can do for you...er, well, for me, anyway. (ahhhhhhhh!)

So this isn't quite the last line I've written for this inspired-by- @luminouslywriting's-head-canon-so-long-ago-that-maybe-Carly-isn't-even-thinking-about-it-anymore but it's close enough -- and I was pleased with it, so here you go:

Jim had not lasted long in pilot training but he excelled in bombardier training. He loved that deciding where and when to drop his bombs was essentially a mathematical problem — by entering wind direction, airspeed and altitude into the Norden bombsight, and letting the instrument calculate the solution to the problem. The bombsight worked in conjunction with the autopilot, and Blakely had to hand over control of the plane to him so he could make it all work. Their handoffs to one another were, and he thought he was purely objective about it though he knew he was terribly biased, things of beauty. He loved the handoff. Pilot to bombardier, your aircraft, Ev would say. Roger, my aircraft, he would answer back. Handing back control always gave him a bit of a pang, but he trusted Ev's flying skills, so it was never a bad thing. The first time Jim hit a practice target, it felt like pure magic. He knew the other airmen thought the bombardiers were all a little screwy, as protective as they were of their bombsights when they took them out of the planes, and maybe they were, but he didn't care. His Norden was his talisman, his baby, and he was proud of the enormous responsibility he had of taking care of it.

No-pressure tagging for @mercurygray and @basilone who've been there for me since the start, and anybody else who wants to play!

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Oooh, tell me about Walk the Earth with Eyes Turned Skyward: Everett Blakely x Grace Linden (OFC)

Love the title

Thanks for the ask, Bee!

The plot can be summarized like this: Grace Linden of the Red Cross Aero Club at Thorpe Abbotts has fallen for pilot Everett Blakely, who is charming, handsome...and very much married. On the other hand, he may be faithful to his wife, but he's still got eyes...

Featuring the irrepressible James Douglass, who's got a crush of his own on Grace.

As for the title, I'm still working on making sure the story lives up to it!

Here's a snippet:

The weekly dances at the officers’ club were, hands down, at the top of the list of Grace’s favorite activities at Thorpe Abbotts. Though she had never thought of herself as a very good dancer, she had enthusiasm, and that went a long way – conversational skills and charm went the rest. Touch, spin, step, sway, change partners, and again.

Jim Douglass was the most enthusiastic of partners and clamored for her attention whenever possible. She tried not to let on how much she liked to tease him when he begged another dance, insisting he was a terrible partner whenever he approached, making him earn her assent – then enjoying herself thoroughly when he kept up a steady stream of chatter while he twirled her across the floor. Doug had a joke or an opinion about everything, and she always felt thoroughly entertained after a dance with him.

One night when she got tired of having her feet stepped on, and Doug wasn’t available, she still really wanted to dance, so on the off-chance, she recklessly asked Ev Blakely for a spin ‘round the floor. “No, no,” he tried to beg off, “Don’t ask me, is Dougie too tired?” But her persistence and the infectious hilarity of her mood finally wore him down, and he followed her to the floor led by her fingertips on his forearm. The band was playing something incredibly catchy by Glen Gray, and when they stepped out, she had no idea what to expect.

Taglist: @precious-little-scoundrel @ginabaker1666 @winniemaywebber @basilone @shoshiwrites @mercurygray @junojelli

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag, @itstheheebiejeebies -- sorry it took me so long, ok, so I'm slow! (hey, do yourself a favor and go read Dana's time loop fic You Can't Be Dead, I Won't Allow it) and its alternate ending.

Anyhow, here's another preview of my Blakely/Douglass/ofc (inspired by @luminouslywriting's head canon, and undertaken with her permission, with a recent kick in the butt by @mercurygray) -- still in progress, but progress is being made:

"Look, Ev," said Jim Douglass, "you really have got to snap out of it. We've got a three-day pass and two hot dates, and if all you are going to do is mope about that girl, this is going to be a pretty miserable weekend." "Oh, screw you, Doug," Everett Blakely replied. "It's a good thing we're friends. Otherwise, I just might have to kick your butt." Douglass took this jibe like he took most of Blakely's jibes: with equanimity and by punching Ev in the shoulder. "Ow," said Ev. "I may have to kick your butt anyway if you don't cut that out." "Seriously, Ev. It's been weeks." "Dougie, I don't remember asking you for dating advice," Ev said. "Did I?" "No," said Doug. "But you agreed to go on this trip to Des Moines, and when I told you I'd make sure you had a date, you didn't tell me not to — but since then, every time I turn around, you're moping." "I am not moping!" said Ev. "Not moping." Doug slung an arm around Ev's shoulders. "OK, Ev, if that's your story, you stick to it."

No pressure tagging for @precious-little-scoundrel @upontherisers @reallylilyreally @basilone

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got a feeling i know what the Three's Company wip is about but please tell me more

@scarecrowmax, if you think it's this, then you are spot on!

Yeah, it's my attempt at writing @luminouslywriting's head canon about Blakely and Douglass in a throuple. After what is rapidly becoming what I fear is my trademarked deep dive into background research building a timeline for Blake and Dougie first meeting (that's another ramble for another time!), I've got what I think is a decent start, and I've been having fun so far though I may need some help getting past my own head canon of Ev the faithful ('cause he's married in real life but not in this fic)!

Anyhow, snippet coming up under the cut! Let me know if you think I'm heading down the right path!

“I’ve wanted to do that since the last time I saw you,” Barbara said softly, as he lowered himself over her, “in East Lansing.” Doug nodded equally slowly, as he felt her fingers curling into the back of his neck.  “Oh, yeah,” he murmured, “me, too,” and skimmed his tongue between her lips and up to the roof of her mouth, making her shiver. As the kiss continued to deepen, he brushed his hands down her arms, and then began to open the buttons of her blouse with one hand. He slid that hand inside her blouse, inside her brassiere, cupping her breast, and she moaned.   She began pulling at his uniform jacket so she could reach his shirt, yanking the tails free from his trousers, sliding her fingers underneath and up his sides, and she could feel the hairs standing up where she touched him.  With his free hand, he was shimmying her skirt up her thigh so he could reach the skin above her stocking. They both were breathing harder, with the guttural undertones of “yeahhh,” “ohhh,” “therrre,” “mmmmmore…” “Is this a private party or is there room for one more?” Barbara’s eyes flew open and she saw Blake leaning negligently against the bathroom door frame. He was lighting a cigarette.

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Weekend Weekday WIP Exposure Club

A big thank-you to @writingbyricochet for the tag!

Rules: Post 7 sentences/a snippet of an unfinished work.

From Three's Company, my Blakely/Douglass/OFC WIP inspired by @luminouslywriting's steamy head canon and undertaken with her OK:

[Barbara] wouldn't call Jim Douglass her boyfriend. They simply hadn't spent that kind of time together — not that she wouldn't have liked to have done. He was handsome and funny and a good dancer, and a newsy letter writer, and they'd become close friends via letter. I guess that's what happens with good pen pals, she thought. And now she and Edie were going to meet him and his friend for the evening at Vic's Tally Ho restaurant. And I guess that's the theme for the night, she thought. Tally ho!

No pressure tagging for @itstheheebiejeebies @spinteresting @basilone @precious-little-scoundrel @shoshiwrites

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Thanks for the tag, @itstheheebiejeebies!

Gimme a line from your latest WIP or project that involves hands. (Search-find hand, hands, fingers, fingerpad, nails, wrist, palm, thumb, heel, lifelines etc)

Here is a snippet from Three's Company, the working title for the WIP I'm working on that's based on @luminouslywriting's head canon for a Dougley/ofc throuple:

Watching Ev and Doug compete over her all night — that would drive any woman crazy. "But what would you do?" "Easier to show you," said Ev. At her tiny nod, he crossed the floor, going down on his knees by the bed, and pressed his lips to the outside of one thigh, layering small, soft kisses over the skin, while sliding elegant fingers down to her knee, which quickly had her gasping.

No pressure tagging for @mercurygray @basilone @upontherisers @spinteresting and whoever else would like to join in!

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Reblogging for @latibvles who tagged me elsewhere

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag, @itstheheebiejeebies -- sorry it took me so long, ok, so I'm slow! (hey, do yourself a favor and go read Dana's time loop fic You Can't Be Dead, I Won't Allow it) and its alternate ending.

Anyhow, here's another preview of my Blakely/Douglass/ofc (inspired by @luminouslywriting's head canon, and undertaken with her permission, with a recent kick in the butt by @mercurygray) -- still in progress, but progress is being made:

"Look, Ev," said Jim Douglass, "you really have got to snap out of it. We've got a three-day pass and two hot dates, and if all you are going to do is mope about that girl, this is going to be a pretty miserable weekend." "Oh, screw you, Doug," Everett Blakely replied. "It's a good thing we're friends. Otherwise, I just might have to kick your butt." Douglass took this jibe like he took most of Blakely's jibes: with equanimity and by punching Ev in the shoulder. "Ow," said Ev. "I may have to kick your butt anyway if you don't cut that out." "Seriously, Ev. It's been weeks." "Dougie, I don't remember asking you for dating advice," Ev said. "Did I?" "No," said Doug. "But you agreed to go on this trip to Des Moines, and when I told you I'd make sure you had a date, you didn't tell me not to — but since then, every time I turn around, you're moping." "I am not moping!" said Ev. "Not moping." Doug slung an arm around Ev's shoulders. "OK, Ev, if that's your story, you stick to it."

No pressure tagging for @precious-little-scoundrel @upontherisers @reallylilyreally @basilone

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ICYMI: just to let you know this is not the last line I've written. The current last line is a doozy if I do say so myself and the ideas are really percolating now.

Feeding my own Ev Blakely addiction, as it were...

Thanks for the tag, @itstheheebiejeebies!

Gimme a line from your latest WIP or project that involves hands. (Search-find hand, hands, fingers, fingerpad, nails, wrist, palm, thumb, heel, lifelines etc)

Here is a snippet from Three's Company, the working title for the WIP I'm working on that's based on @luminouslywriting's head canon for a Dougley/ofc throuple:

Watching Ev and Doug compete over her all night — that would drive any woman crazy. "But what would you do?" "Easier to show you," said Ev. At her tiny nod, he crossed the floor, going down on his knees by the bed, and pressed his lips to the outside of one thigh, layering small, soft kisses over the skin, while sliding elegant fingers down to her knee, which quickly had her gasping.

No pressure tagging for @mercurygray @basilone @upontherisers @spinteresting and whoever else would like to join in!

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In case you missed it...who is interested in my continuing down this path? You want this fic? Let me know!

got a feeling i know what the Three's Company wip is about but please tell me more

@scarecrowmax, if you think it's this, then you are spot on!

Yeah, it's my attempt at writing @luminouslywriting's head canon about Blakely and Douglass in a throuple. After what is rapidly becoming what I fear is my trademarked deep dive into background research building a timeline for Blake and Dougie first meeting (that's another ramble for another time!), I've got what I think is a decent start, and I've been having fun so far though I may need some help getting past my own head canon of Ev the faithful ('cause he's married in real life but not in this fic)!

Anyhow, snippet coming up under the cut! Let me know if you think I'm heading down the right path!

“I’ve wanted to do that since the last time I saw you,” Barbara said softly, as he lowered himself over her, “in East Lansing.” Doug nodded equally slowly, as he felt her fingers curling into the back of his neck.  “Oh, yeah,” he murmured, “me, too,” and skimmed his tongue between her lips and up to the roof of her mouth, making her shiver. As the kiss continued to deepen, he brushed his hands down her arms, and then began to open the buttons of her blouse with one hand. He slid that hand inside her blouse, inside her brassiere, cupping her breast, and she moaned.   She began pulling at his uniform jacket so she could reach his shirt, yanking the tails free from his trousers, sliding her fingers underneath and up his sides, and she could feel the hairs standing up where she touched him.  With his free hand, he was shimmying her skirt up her thigh so he could reach the skin above her stocking. They both were breathing harder, with the guttural undertones of “yeahhh,” “ohhh,” “therrre,” “mmmmmore…” “Is this a private party or is there room for one more?” Barbara’s eyes flew open and she saw Blake leaning negligently against the bathroom door frame. He was lighting a cigarette.