#wag Wednesday on a Thursday

[new-berry]

[longeyelashedtragedy]

Wag Wednesday on a Thursday!

[firenati0n]

wip wednesday <3 :)

hello friends <3 sorry for the late upload. thanks to all the sunday and wednesday tags (will tag below the cut), love you long time :)

here's the only thing i have written in like a month and it's not even for proposal au whoops sorry (hopefully proposal ch 4 shakes out soon)

idk what the fuck this is because i wrote it at like 3am so enjoy david and his friends ganging up on a stuffy poodle.

David's best friend Milo's tail is wagging before the three of them have even fully entered the dog park. David's tail starts to swing in return on instinct. Every day is exciting for him, but Thursdays at the dog run are for people watching with his friends—gossiping is pedestrian, but everyone must fall victim at some point.  Before David can even greet Milo with a bark hello, the insufferable poodle Cleo next to him goes, “My, Henry's looking rather submissive and breedable today, wouldn't you say, Milo? That scarf, oh!” David growls in the back of his throat, moving to stand guard in front of Henry's ankles as he chats amiably with Cleo’s owner. Henry’s always showing everyone kindness. David is not inclined to do the same. He's historically selective, it's practically in his breeding.  “Don't be weird, Cleo,” Milo's brother Leo snaps. “Henry is a gentleman. He doesn't let just anyone on the street pet him.” He side eyes her with rampant disdain. “Maybe we should all learn and take notes, hm?” Cleo sniffs, nose upturned. “Don't get your paws in a twist, boys. I didn't know it was a crime to say someone was pretty.” “Speak on Henry one more time, and I'm gonna bite your mom's ankle,” Milo threatens. David is so lucky to have a friend like him. 

xoxo roop

p.s. my eventual vision for this fic is that david sounds like david attenborough and narrates some of alex and henry's life like a nature documentary. anything is possible.

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[97-liners]

au where you live in the same apartment complex as seungcheol, and the two of you have synced-up dog walking schedules--kind of. on mondays, tuesdays, and fridays, you walk your big dopey golden retriever gamja and your next door neighbor mingyu's fluffy little demon bobpul. (mingyu takes wednesdays and thursdays, and weekends are usually joint dog walking sessions with mingyu).

and every monday, wednesday, and friday at 8am, 6pm, and 11:30pm, you see cuteneighbor choi seungcheol with cutepuppy choi kkuma while you're out with your gamja and bobpul. and sometimes the two of you will stop and talk a little while the dogs sniff at each other and wag their tails. in these passing conversations, you learn a lot about seungcheol— about his family back in daegu, about his job in middle management that he hates, about kkuma’s idiosyncrasies and the way she refuses to touch his hands. and it’s stupid, because the two of you are barely even acquaintance, but you have a crush on him. dog walking guy, choi seungcheol.

(mingyu finds out and offers to let you take wednesdays and thursdays too, but you narrow your eyes at him and threaten to pull out of the agreement entirely. mingyu whimpers and doesn't mention it again.)

even if you don’t stop to talk, seungcheol always grins and waves hi whenever he sees you. except when you’re out walking with mingyu. when you’re with mingyu, seungcheol only ever makes eye contact and nods at you, and you don’t know why, but every time it happens, you miss his bright gummy smile and his cute excited greeting. even when you wave at him first, and you elbow mingyu in the ribs (hard) to make him say hi as well, seungcheol always just flashes a quick tight-lipped smile and a grudging nod of his head. it's like he's hot one second and cold the next, and you're not sure why.

but he's just dog walking guy, choi seungcheol, who you chat with briefly every once in a while, so you don't ask.

[daisybianca]

pairing: lando norris x femalereader

summary: your boyfriend adores disney movies. what happens when you decide to have a marathon with him, even though you know he will spoil every single one of the movies and ruin it for you?

warnings: just fluff, slight angst

"AND THEN MOANA finds out that her destiny isn’t waiting for her it’s insi-- Oof!" Lando whispered into your ear, only to be smacked right smack dab in the middle of his face with a pillow.

"Lando! Stop! You’ve done this many times before and it’s getting annoying." You fumed.

It was a kind of bittersweet situation dating the famous F1 driver. He was super sweet and everything anyone would want in a boyfriend. Except that he couldn’t keep his mouth shut when it came to Disney movies.

You planned a whole week of watching your favorite Disney movies.

Monday was Snow White; a classic.

Tuesday was Mulan, because of obvious reasons.

You let Lando pick on Wednesday. And of course, he picked the one and only: The Little Mermaid, his favorite.

Thursday was going to be Beauty and the Beast because Lando had managed to spoil every single one you suggested previously.

It’s not that you hadn't already watched these movies. It’s just that while you did, your boyfriend kept interrupting the movie to tell you what was about to happen. One of your greatest pet peeves.

Just before you two started ‘Moana’, you cautioned him.

"You better not spoil any of this movie."

"But I can’t help it!" Lando whined. "I’m pretty sure I’ll combust or something if I don’t, baby!"

‘Nope! No buts. Or spoilers! Promise?’

All you heard was a weak fine.

You two set up your movie necessities. Lando rested his head on your lap while you had one hand stroking his hair and the other in the popcorn bucket.

Almost halfway into the movie, Lando broke his promise. "Hey, baby! Here’s the part where she meets Maui, a demigod. But they split up because he’s kind of bitter at first. But then they become a team."

"LANDO. COME ON." You groaned as you threw your head back on the couch.

He was so childish sometimes. You wanted to start throwing heavy stuff at him.

"Sorry." He replied sheepishly.

But was he really?

With a smug smirk plastered all over his face, he proceeded to spoil the rest of the movie.

Finally on your last straw, you devised a plan to finally shut him up.

"And then they return the st-" But before he could finish his sentence, you snuck up on him and kissed him.

Due to the kiss, his brain short-circuited so his first instinct was to kiss back. Putting his hands around your waist, he moaned into the kiss.

Then you suddenly broke off the kiss, leaving him with a deep pout on his lips.

"Why’d ya stop?" His accent appeared.

"Oh, the kiss? That was only to stop you from spoiling the rest of the movie. Smart idea, right?’

"Definitely, baby." Murmured Lando as he took your chin in his hands and brought you closer so he could taste you again. "Absolutely."

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requests are always open for my wags <3

[bellasbookclub]

Join us at Bella's Book Club for a fairy tale ending to 2024! We are bidding farewell with the beginning of Part 3 of Beauty by Robin McKinley! Commencing this Aussie Thursday and American Wednesday!

How does the readalong work? ⬇️

Jump onto the Bella's Book Club Discord

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Put on an accent, throw some roses for any brave soul that takes a turn reading! Have fun!

[carlos-tk]

each day passing in a blur 😳 how is it wip wednesday thursday already

thanks for the tags @whatsintheboxmh @louis-ii-reyes-strand @heartstringsduet @thisbuildinghasfeelings 💗

more from Buttercup fic which is still chugging along

“You wouldn’t,” TK gasps, returning to pester Carlos, settling in the barstool and kicking his feet against the cabinet.

“Try me dude.”

“Ugh,” TK grimaces.

“If you keep it up with the dude I’m never going to have sex with you again,” he threatens.

Carlos laughs so loud that he even manages to garner Buttercups attention away from his favourite firetruck shaped chew toy.

“Like that would ever happen, you’re the one who’s insatiable not me,” he comments and TK feigns offence, rolling his eyes and wagging his tongue petulantly at him.

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[racinginchid3nt]

I’d Probably Still Adore You | Eight

Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N x Lando Norris, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre

Gasly

In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new

Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: some smut, mostly in discussion/description. 18+

Previous | Next

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You spent the rest of Wednesday night relaxing in your hotel room. Starting to unpack and hanging your dress up for the event, your phone chimed.

When you checked it, it was Lando, replying to the text he had sent himself.

Smiling to yourself, you weren’t sure how you ended up with a date to tomorrow nights event but you figured if it had to be anyone at least he wasn’t a stranger. Besides Y/N Best Friend would be with Pierre, so you would have someone to talk to besides her.

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Thursday

Thursday morning went by quickly. You had opted to not attend media day. Pierre wasn’t on a panel and instead had individual interviews and team video shoots so there was no need to watch them.

You also took a few work calls, responding to some emails that came in throughout the day. While you had taken the day off, your boss only agreed if you were willing to participate in the two morning meetings. By midday, you were finally free to relax.

Stepping out of you room, you pushed the down button for the elevator. You’d skipped breakfast due to the time change but we’re starving and needed to pick up lunch.

As the doors opened, you saw a familiar face in the elevator.

“Hola Y/N. No sabiá que estabas aquí.” (I didn’t know you were here)

“Hola Carlos. It was kind of a last minute thing.”

“We’ll it’s great to see you. Are you going to the sponsor event tonight?”

“I am. Lando’s picking me up at 7:30.”

“Oh. That makes sense.” He laughingly replied.

Unsure of what he meant, you gave him a confused look.

“Lando told Oscar and I that he had a date last night. We wondered what poor soul he convinced and why he was so happy, but it makes sense that it would be you.”

“Oh uh yeah. We ran into each other last night and he asked.”

“Well I’ll see you tonight.” He replied, before stepping out of the elevator.

He made his way to the front desk, while you continued to the front doors. As you stepped outside you were greeted by a large crowd behind a barrier. Someone must have leaked the drivers hotel. As you pushed through the crowd to try and get to the small bistro you had seen on the way in last night, you were surprised to hear someone scream your name.

“Y/N! Can I get a picture?”

Unsure of what to do or why someone would want a picture with you, you turned and saw a fan in a Ferrari shirt waving at you. Confused you walked up and took a quick selfie. Was this because of that wag post a few weeks ago? You noticed a few other people taking photos of you as you chatted with the girl about the race weekend, before wrapping up and continuing on.

You placed your order to go from the bistro, heading back to the hotel to eat in your room and relax before you needed to get ready. As you sat down to eat and scroll through your phone, you got an Instagram notification that you were tagged in a photo.

Opening the app you saw that you had once again made the wag Instagram. It wasn’t your best picture, makeup free and hair undone, but you hadn’t expected anyone to care about you.

Is this what it’s always like for Y/N Best Friend you thought? You couldn’t escape the stupid wag pages and you weren’t even seeing anyone.

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Lance sat in the car on the way back to the hotel from media day. The break had been nice, but he was ready to be back behind the wheel. Zandvort wasn’t his favorite track, but it certainly wasn’t his least favorite either.

As he sat in backseat of the car, driving the 30km or so back to the hotel, he thought back to the night before. When he arrived at the hotel from the airport, he had seen Y/N. After their hookup before the break, he had expected that to be the end of their interactions. He’d never seen her at a race before that week, so he figured he wouldn’t any time soon.

But to see her getting out of the car with Norris was a shock. While he hadn’t reached out to her after the hookup, she also hadn’t reached out to him. The last thing he expected though was for her to be dating someone already. It had to be serious if they had arrived together, but with less than a month for the break, he questioned how quickly that happened.

He had spent the next week replaying the night over in his mind. And every time a girl flirted with him on break, he couldn’t help but compare her to Y/N. Had she really thought so little of the night that she could move on immediately? During their game at the after party she had said she’d never slept with a driver. Sure Norris has mean’t the question about Pierre when he asked it, but that also mean’t she hadn’t slept with Lando either.

He knew first hand that there was a lot more to hookups besides sex. Just because she hadn’t fucked him didn’t mean she couldn’t have kissed him. Or sucked his dick. And as the thought of her getting on her knees for Norris crossed his mind, the tiniest hint of jealousy bleed through. He had missed out of the chance of that. Missed out on watching those big brown eyes look up at him while he fucked into her mouth. Missed out on watching her swallow down his cum.

He didn’t know much about Norris, but he seemed to have some charm. Lance had seen him leave the club with his fair share of women. What if he had the chance to eat her out? That thought sat even worse. He didn’t like the idea of someone else, much less another driver getting to see her like that. Recalling the look of her glazed over eyes when he tucked her in on the couch, he didn’t like the idea that he wasn’t the only one who had seen her like that.

He wasn’t typically a possessive man, but he also didn’t typically interact much with his occasional flings after the fact. He’d been single for awhile, hooking up here or there as he felt like it, girls aware of the situation, that it would be a one time thing. But for someone else to have made a move on what he viewed to have been his first didn’t sit right with him at all. He knew better then to confront either of them, he had no rights. But why was he upset about that?

Opening up Instagram for the first time in a week, he navigated to her profile. She had posted twice during the break, one a casual photo of her and some friends at dinner, the other a photo of her laying out at the beach. He tried to think back to where Norris had said he was spending the break. He said he was going somewhere warm, and he vaguely recalled an Instagram story of him on a jet ski. Had she gone with him?

Flipping through her story she had only two posts up. One of a photo outside the plane window, showing the dark runway at the Amsterdam airport, and one of what he presumed was her lunch from earlier. Neither of those were helpful in the slightest. He’d already started to edge towards creeper territory, so he might as well take it further.

Navigating to her tagged photos, he saw a new one from earlier that day. It showed a zoomed in photo of her on her phone, hair up in one of those messy clips and in a casual outfit, she seemed to be walking down the street. Reading the caption, it confirmed what he already knew. She was staying at the same hotel as all of the drivers.

Esteban had complained earlier to him that his room was next to Pierre and his girlfriend. Apparently the two had been going at it 24/7 for the past few days. Which meant that she hadn’t flown in with them and wasn’t staying with them. So who was she staying with? He didn’t know what she did for work but highly doubted she had forked over the money for overpriced luxury hotel.

Pulling up to the hotel, he exited the car. Tucking his phone back into his pocket, he thought about the upcoming sponsor event. He’d have to stop by for at least a few hours to socialize. It wasn’t really Fernando’s thing and someone had to represent the team well. At least they would serve dinner he thought to himself, the food was normally good at these things. As he headed up to his room, he ran through the rest of his weekend, analyzing what his engineer had told him earlier, all thoughts of Y/N leaving his head.

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A/N:

I really appreciate the support I’ve gotten on this story so far. If you guys could continue to like, comment, and reblog I would really appreciate it!

[joelalorian]

wip wednesday thursday

Thank you lovely Kate @burntheedges for the tag!!! Late to the party once again, but oh well.

I've struggled to write lately for various reasons, but I am working on two things right now. Only one of them is nearly ready to be introduced into the world.

A little Frankie x f!reader for @baronessvonglitter's #fucktober birthday celebration (Happy Belated BD, lovely!) - I was given the prompts Frankie Morales and the song Lose Control by Teddy Swims. it's set in the same universe as my Frankie oneshot Neighborhood Watch and should come out this weekend:

“Yeouch!” You peeked around the doorway to your bedroom to find Frankie rubbing his backside as he glared at Joshua. “What happened?” “He,” Frankie pointed accusingly at Joshua, who sat perfectly still with his tongue lolling out of his mouth and tail wagging, “chomped on my ass cheek!” You couldn’t hold back a guffaw, eyes nearly watering with mirth at the scandalized expression on your boyfriend’s handsome face. “Yeah, he does that.” “Why are you laughing? You should be yelling at him right now!” “You think I should yell at him for trying to communicate? That’s ridiculous. He can’t speak and he’s just following his instincts. He’s a herding dog and you clearly weren’t going where he wanted you to.” Bending down to scritch Joshua’s ears, you added, “Isn’t that right, buddy? You were just doing what you’re supposed to. Don’t listen to this big baby. You’re such a good boy.” Frankie shook his head, knowing he lost this particular battle. You watched him walk out of the room; eyes glued to the way his jeans hugged his ass. Licking your lips, you followed him into the kitchen. “You know, I can’t blame him, really. I’d like to sink my teeth into that ass as well.” For a moment, Frankie’s brain malfunctioned, and he blinked owlishly at you before his handsome face split into a jaw breaking grin. “Is that so?”

The other thing I just started on Tuesday - it's a Dave York stepdad fic (don't look at me, i'm terrified) with a fun little twist but I want to write the whole thing out before sharing it. It's about 3 chapters deep so far so I'm thinking it will be an end of the year kind of thing.

NPTs: not sure who has and hasn't participated so no pressure... @perotovar @evolnoomym @mermaidgirl30 @almostfoxglove @sizzlingcloudmentality and everyone else who would like to play.

[oflights]

wip snip 7.2

i missed wip wednesday because i was in the office, so let's do wip thursday instead! here's another snippet from egg fic, which is almost done! i'm trying to get it done soon, but may have to pause it to work on the fic i want to do for Bloodweave Week; i'm so excited about that.

in this snippet, lae'zel has entrusted gale with a githyanki egg to keep safe; he is diligently looking after it, and astarion is not pleased.

“I thought I remembered you saying you’re not father material,” Astarion says about a tenday into caring for the egg, watching with poorly hidden despair as Gale prepares a solution of salt water and some soothing lavender bath oils to allow the egg a soak and encourage healthy development, a suggestion he’d picked up in one of his readings. Well, the book had said to let the egg soak in the blood of Vlaakith’s enemies, which he’s not particularly keen on. “I think I did,” Gale answers, a bit absentmindedly. He needs to get the proportion of salt to water exactly right—too much salinity and the egg could start to pickle according to his findings, which would be less than ideal. He can spare a thought to thinking back to when that had come up, though—over more than a few fingers of whiskey at the Yawning Portal in one of the first few weeks back in Waterdeep. This was at first an attempt at peacemaking between Astarion and Halaster, which then dissolved into mere drinking and tipsy soul-baring when Halaster went off in a snit after Astarion told him that the eyes on his robe looked cross-eyed. “You did,” Astarion tells him shortly, and Gale breaks from his work for a moment to revel in the fact that Astarion remembers. It’s also a good reminder that Astarion is never actually as drunk as he acts or claims to be, and Gale would be wise to hold his tongue around him in those situations. Unfortunately, he’s never managed to be very wise when it comes to Astarion. “Recalling that conversation makes me wonder just where this paternal instinct is coming from,” Astarion continues icily, gesturing towards his scene with the egg. He’s clearly not happy—he’s never happy about that thing—but since no githyanki egg assassins have tried to breach the wards or attack either of them outside of the tower, he has no real cause for true complaints about it. “I wouldn’t call any of this paternal,” Gale says, hoping Astarion hasn’t seen the carrier-wrap he’d fashioned out of scarves and belts to take the egg out for a walk—best left for broad daylight, when Astarion would likely be trancing and not watching him out the window like he usually does. That’s really not paternal, either—he just thinks it would be good for the egg to get some crisp autumn air and sunlight. “It’s a fascinating subject, with very little research done on it in the Material Plane—” “And yet, you’ve found enough to read to fill most of your waking hours,” Astarion says. He’s trying very hard to sound disdainful and annoyed, as if Gale is truly the biggest idiot alive for getting so involved in the egg. But beneath that, and Gale is so proud of picking up on it, he thinks Astarion’s really bothered, and might even be actually upset at how much of Gale’s time the egg has taken from him. Gale tries not to let that thrill him so much—there’s some creature that lives inside of him that possibly resembles a particularly needy dog that sits up, tail wagging madly, at any whiff of a notion that Astarion enjoys his company—and instead sets down the basin he’d been mixing his solution in.

[new-berry]

[longeyelashedtragedy]

HAPPY WAGUST!!!!!!

[the11tailedwrites]

Febuwhump 2023 Day 1: Touch Starved

Logan had forgotten what a gentle hand felt like. It had been far too long since he had felt a gentle touch, the touch of someone who didn't want to hurt him.

When Hesh and the rest of the Ghosts had found him, he had been too out of it to really register their presence. He simply passed out, realizing (as much as his drugged addled mind could) that he was safe.

He awoke in a hospital bed, a heavy weight on his hand. For a moment, he panicked, thinking he was bound once more. His vision cleared enough and he was able to see who it was.

Hesh was asleep, his hand wrapped tightly around Logan's. Logan squeezed his brother's hand, far too weak to do anything else. Hesh shot up, blinking quickly and looking over at him.

"Logan!" he exclaimed, shooting forward and pulling the much weaker man into a tight hug

Logan almost whimpered as the pressure from the hug sunk into his touch starved skin. He buried his face into Hesh's neck and sobbed softly, unable to do anything but cry.

Hesh didn't judge him.

When he was released from the hospital a month later, Hesh took him back to the apartment they shared. Keegan came with them and Logan found he didn't mind. He was grateful they were on the first floor, otherwise the effort to get his wheelchair up a flight of stairs would have been tedious. Maybe they needed to report this apartment for not having an elevator, that seemed like an ADA violation.

Once they were inside, Keegan helped him onto the couch while Hesh hurried to the kitchen to make some food for them. There was a scampering of pads along a wood floor and Riley rushed into the room. He barked, tail wagging when his eyes found Logan. He leapt onto the couch, licking Logan's face. Logan laughed, gently running his fingers through the dogs fur. Keegan pressed a kiss to Logan's head before sitting down next to him as Riley got comfortable on his lap.

"Physical Therapy are Mondays and Wednesdays. Therapy are every Sundays and the first Thursdays of the month" said Keegan and Logan sighed

"Can't you swish your hand and make it go away?" signed Logan

"No can do, Lo," he murmured, "But us Ghosts will be here for you, we'll wait for you,"

"Promise?" Logan signed

"Promise," Keegan signed back

Logan pressed against Keegan, closing his eyes and relishing in the touch of the man he wanted to marry.

[z-h-i-e]

Princess Paige, resting at home.

After over two months of back and forth to the vet for an allergy diagnosis, bloodwork was finally done Tuesday (per my insistence). All of her eating issues and fussiness are due to kidney failure. She was admitted Wednesday to Thursday for fluids, numbers aren’t coming down very fast, and other testing shows her in stage 3 or 4.

We had options of moving her to a facility further away for an additional day of fluids or bringing her home for doggie hospice and giving fluids at home. Since she is blind (has been since birth - we adopted her 18 months ago from a shelter, but she was a surrender with a full history and we confirmed with DNA testing) and she is fussy about eating (if she thinks we’re leaving the house, she stops eating or hides her food until we get back), we brought her home.

At least we have a why now, even though prognosis is not good. She did eat when she got home, tail is wagging, and per the staff at the ER, she tried to pick fights with the other dogs (rough tough cream puff this one is).

I’m mentally exhausted from this week, so if updates to stories are scarce and interactions distracted for a while, this is the why.

PS- she put herself in ‘doggie jail’. She has a dozen places she can sleep, but she likes her crate, and I think after the ordeals of this week, she wanted a quiet, safe place to be.

[hockeygossipdaily]

There is a tiktok on kevinwongworld of Dixie leaving the Sabrina Concert from last weekend and you can clearly see her phone screen open to messages someone commented does she have her bf notifications silenced cause they think they see the bell next to his name and someone commented that the person should of blurred her phone out.

What’s the TikTok?

This goes back to her being allowed to hang with the wags if she isn’t with Trevor. Also if she was just in Malibu that someone said during the week on Wednesday or Thursday doing her own thing and know she’s at his house??? I’m gonna need for some facts to start adding up

[bellasbookclub]

A Blue Castle read-along? You bet! 🏰💙🌿

Join us at 8PM EST on Wednesday 1/17 (Thursday AM for Aussies) on our Discord voice channel as we take turns reading out loud from chapters 9-11 and 25+ of The Blue Castle (bring your best Uncle Benjamin impression.) Everyone is welcome to listen or jump on in!

How does the read-along work?

Jump onto the Bella's Book Club Discord

Just here to listen? Go to our voice channels (at the bottom of channel list with a speaker icon🔊)

Connect your audio (we suggest joining muted by clicking on the mute button)

Want to take a turn reading? Let the mods know in the #read-along-chat channel before you click on over to the voice channels and join in the chin wagging!

Reader turns are usually approx. 10 minutes each (mods will keep track and ping you at the 1 minute mark.) Read along from your own copy or keep track via our livestream of the text.

Have fun!