#wip wednesday but on a thursday

[scarebats]

WIP Wednesday

(but on a Thursday!)

Uniform (Booty) Shorts - icemav

i know that it’s thursday, but i’m going to post a snippet of another wip that y’all didn’t get the opportunity of voting for. depending on when i finish it, it might start showing up in the wip wednesday polls!

Tom has worked here for a little over a week, and he’s already sick of it. Setting food on the table and then asking if they need anything else with a smile and an internal thought of ‘get it yourself.’ It’s what he signed up for, so he really has no room for complaining, he guesses. But it’s just a summer job. That’s what gets him through each excruciatingly long day, even though he only works five hour shifts with weekends off.

“Thank God it’s Friday!” Is what his last summer job would’ve told him. On a random Tuesday, too.

The annoying bell at the front door rings again as an alert that more customers that Tom couldn’t give two shits about have entered. He adjusts his black shorts so that they’re not as hiked up. Stupid restaurants and their employee uniforms. These shorts are tiny! His ass might as well be hanging out.

New customers get seated by the hostess, Amy. Tom watches them shuffle around in their chairs at the two-person table to get comfortable before eventually walking over to take their drink orders.

He takes in the two men sitting at the table as he makes his way over. Both of them are in still-drying swim shorts and Hawaiian shirts. The shorter of the two has his unbuttoned, Tom can see the water droplets glistening on his chest and soaking through the fabric. His hair is longer and wavy, just tickling down the back of his neck. Tall, with a blonde mustache growing in, has his done up, and a gold cross peeking over the collar.

With a deep breath, Tom fixes his shorts again and greets what he is required to say. “Hi, welcome to Kansas City Barbecue. My name is Tom, I’ll be your server today. Can I start you two off with drinks?”

(yes, this is dedicated to a guy i saw at boston pizza 2 years ago. and the booty shorts are completely necessary to the plot)

[lilyoffandoms]

Sneak peek for y’all 👀

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[themaarika]

[guppybibi]

Late WIP Wednesday ..

(aaa km not sure if i should finish this, it started off strong but just fell off and now my brain isnt working)

Simon’s home & marriage was his refuge, until it wasn't. He knew something wasn't right when you were coincidentally prepared for his return, all dolled up when you greeted him with an “I miss you” kiss. No, he was sure it wasn't you when he saw that the dinner table was prepared with a generous spread of food on it.

There was no reason for you to come this prepared, everytime he comes home from deployment is a surprise. So..how exactly are you this ready? It didn't sit right with him, the whole thing felt like it came out of a painfully obvious scripted reality TV show.

But food was food and after countless weeks spent eating barely edible MRE’s, a home cooked meal was all he needed. Sluggishly, he sat down at his unsaid designated spot at the dinner table. He closely watched if you would sit down at your designated spot, if you didn't; that’d explained a lot. You do end up sitting at your spot, it wasn't all that hard to do though. Dinner with you was unsettling to say the least, all of the small talk you were making felt forced, it’s barely been an hour and he already feels like he's going crazy.

He knows more than to question you upfront though, having gone through enough interrogations to know that he should take his time and that you could get hostile if things don't go your way. You could be a threat for all he knew, and it's better to be safe than sorry. Unsure if it was the right decision, he starts out some sort of small talk himself, asking you some seemingly innocent questions.

“What were yer up to while I was gone, luv?” He asks mid chew. “Oh not much, I just picked up a new hobby actually. Clay sculpting! I've been watching online tutorials, I could say I’ve been getting the hang of it if I do say so myself.” Liar, was all he could think while he subconsciously nodded to your words. You hated clay, not fond of the texture it had and the way it’d get stuck under your nails. Perhaps it was another one of your impulsive decisions, jumping into conclusions should be the last thing he should be doing. It could cost him more harm than good, so he lets it slide. For now at least.

“Sculpting eh? That's new, have ye finished any?” He pauses, swallowing his food. “I’d love to see them.” A spark lights up in your eyes, but it didn't look right. There's a lit candle in there but it's far, far away. The lack of life in your eyes makes his stomach spin like there's a guinea pig rolling around in their wheel in there, it made him want to puke. He wasn't the biggest fan of prolonged eye contact anyway, so he’ll just avoid looking you in the eye to prevent making a mess. “Oh yeah I actually do! They're already displayed on top of our shelves, I’ll show them to you after.” You exclaim, if that was you anyway, which it wasn't.

Dinner passed at an uncomfortably slow pace, Simon swore he could hear each individual tick and tock of the clock, the scraping of utensils against the porcelain plates and each chew you took. He’s gone through debatably louder things than this, the booms of the explosions were unforgettable after all but this somehow takes the cake. Wanting to distract himself further, he helps with washing the dishes which you normally did but you specifically chose today to help do the other minor chores. Water, that was your weak point. He noticed it, you didn't drink water after dinner either. What kind of monster doesn't drink water to hydrate after eating roasted pork?

To test out this thought of his, he decided to ask another question. “I'm heading to the shower, luv. Care to join me?” Meekly, he suggests to you, deep brown eyes staring intently as he awaited the already expected answer. “Oh I..actually already showered earlier dear. Maybe next time.” A dishearteningly dismissive reply, just like he expected. “Alright, suit yourself luv. I'll be back.”

He thought about it, almost forgetting about the bubbly soap running down his body from how deep in thought he was. There was no doubt about it anymore, everything about you being you, pointed away. At this point, he didn't care what the fake you was anymore, rather where you actually were. You could've been dead for all he knew, replaced by the soulless woman that now roams around his home.

This was beyond cruel, beyond the pain physical torture could've caused. It was like the universe was a cat and he was a yarn ball, being played by it meticulously. The whole thing was definitely planned out by a certain someone he knew, the both of you are fairly private so it couldn't have been a random person. He couldn't handle this alone, as much as he’d hate to admit, the situation was way bigger than him to do alone. So, he decides to call a trusted someone.

“You tellin’ me ye think your wife got abducted or something..and a doppelgänger replaced her?” A gruff voice questions, lightly tapping his cigar against the side of the ashtray. Price, him and Kate are the only members of the Task Force so far that Simon allowed you to meet. Well, it unfortunately looks like the sergeants won't get to meet you under these circumstances just yet. Strangely enough, the clocks inside the pub weren't working. Must be a malfunction. The masked man nodded, sighing through his nose when he got a whiff of the alcohol-filled air in the bar.

“I feel so.” He grumbled. “Couldn't she be just having an off day? We all have those, Simon.” John opposes it, it was an unquestionable possibility they couldn't simply ignore. “No, I know my wife. In my years of being with her, she's never acted this way.” Ghost hissed back, a hint of crystal clear impatience seeping out from his words. The lack of respect in his tone wasn't intended, but what could he do when his wife is apparently kidnapped and replaced so seamlessly? “I guess you have a point, but you need to confirm it Simon. You shouldn't make any decision on impulse, if the woman in your home really isn't your wife then this is a bigger issue.”

Then the plan was set, still a little all over the place but there really wasn't any time to lose. Simon would further observe the woman who's allegedly ‘you’ to make sure he isn't making things up, then if he was incredibly sure it wasn't you, he’ll head to the police and file a report for a missing person. In all honesty, it wasn't hard to do, having gone through missions more intense than this. Yet the fact that you were involved made the bugs inside of him crawl, this was totally his fault.

He didn't hide you away from the world enough, he should've just kept you locked inside a cage like the little birdie you were to avoid any danger coming your way. Simon wasn't stupid though, that was inhumane, you were one of the only few people who has managed to make Simon feel less of a ghost and more of a human. So doing such a thing to you was unethical and out of the books, but how could you blame him for subconsciously letting his possessiveness and worry take over when you're literally so far from his grasp? Being so near before that he could easily grip at the back of your top, now so far that the trace of your scent is long gone.

It makes Simon feel sick, his core being left to rot. He comes from the pub to what felt like an empty house, not home because nothing would feel like home without you there. He’d rather be living in a pile of rocks and plywood with you than in a giant mansion without you, that would be the real hell. “Bloody hell..where are you?” He murmurs under his breath, stressedly rubbing his creased forehead. If he could, he’d pry at every surface that comes up within his sight just to find you.

“I’m back.” He whispers, unsure if the fake you was asleep or not. Anyone, human or not wouldn't be happy being woken up from their slumber. “Welcome home, hun. You alright?” Looking up from your cup of tea, you ask. “Yeah, just spoke with the Captain. That's all, no alcohol.” Simon was so used to you being a worrywart about his alcohol intake, telling you that he didn't have any alcohol is practically ingrained into the wrinkles of his brain. But the woman in front of him didn't seem to care less about his health, let alone him in general. The lack of nagging that usually filled his ears to the brim didn't feel right, he would've much rather gone through another one of your yap sessions about how constant alcohol intake affects him in the long run than..just silence.

He feels the desperation inching up on him, eating him whole. At this point, he's willing to admit he doesn't want you. He needs you. He needs to hear your fretful complaints about him getting deployed, knowing you’d shut up because you were used to it by now. He needs you to tell him to include more vegetables in his diet because he's not some kind of carnivore to be eating that much meat. God, he just needs you with him. Whatever bloody thing came with you he’d take like it was on a stupid Black Friday sale.

“Not yet..” He’d think every single night, eyes wide open as he prevents himself from making a rash decision. The woman sleeping soundly right next to him, if that was you..But it wasn't, even if he stared at the unfamiliar woman for ten hours straight, she wouldn't just magically turn into you. Well sure, she was a carbon copy of you from head to toe but she simply just didn't scream ‘you’. Whatever and whoever you were anyway.

“When all is said and done, I think it'll end well Simon. My gut feeling tells me so, it's rarely ever wrong so I’m pretty sure we should trust it.” You ramble on and on, the little amount of alcohol taking over your lightweight self. Simon was still courting you here, yet he remembers it like it's been replayed in his mind like a broken record. He trusted your gut, and he could consider that as one of the best choices he's ever made in life.

But..trusting you now? While you're probably out, all shivering & teeth clattering from the immense cold night? Impossible, he’s fully aware that you're a capable strong woman however..how far can his trust go? How far do you have to venture into someone’s soul to gain their fragile trust, something that can be easily broken with your own bare hands? Ghost doesn't trust you, but Simon does.

“You're a strong gal, you can hold on for much longer.” He supposes, deep in thought while he flipped around in bed. The fake you hasn't set off any red flags yet, acting normal. Too normal. He knew ‘you’ had a purpose for being here, one with malicious intent, though what exactly? One wouldn't simply come in here and replace his wife with a fake one just out of spite, unless they were a little cuckoo. Tossing aside to check the time, he presses the ‘on’ button on his phone. Weird, the time didn't show up. Maybe it's just a glitch in the system.

“Simon, Hey? Simon, wake up. Hurry, you need to get up.” A voice shakes, lightly nudging him in order to awake him. It's your voice, he can instantly sense its meekness. With one eye and another, they flutter open, still full of sleep in them. “Oh thank goodness, you're awake! But you seriously need to wake up, like right now.” You crooned, hoping he’d fully wake up to the sound of your voice. Groaning, Simon sat up, a few joints popping in the process. “What..? Yeah, I’m awake luv. Whad’ya need me for?” He questions groggily, eyes opening further once he gets a closer look at you. It's actually you, he can tell! The way your eyes meet his, connecting like a bee landing on a precious flower. The way your voice lilted to him like a mother bird nursing her hatchlings, it really was you.

“Wait��luv? You're here? Bloody hell, you actually are–Did you see the other gal who looked just like you? Tell me I’m not losing my shit please.” Then you shushed him, convinced he’ll continuously go on and on if you didn't. “Please listen to me closely, Simon.” You pause, noticing how his eyes bask in yours like it was long overdue. “You need to wake up, hurry.”

[milla-frenchy]

WIP wednesday thursday

Thank you for tagging me, @mountainsandmayhem @mermaidgirl30 @itwasntimethatdidit40 @sawymredfox @evolnoomym ❤️🙏

I wasn't supposed to start a new fic, but seems like I'm not the one in charge here 💀🙃

When you walked out of the club, Joel was facing the exit, leaning against a car.

“I was waiting for you,” he said, ogling your body from head to toe, with your dress not covering much, his lips slightly curved in a confident smile.

“And you just left? I could have met another man and completely forgotten about you," you said, half teasing half provoking him, as you walked towards his car.

“No, you wouldn’t,” he replied, the confidence in his voice making your knees weaken. He pulled you towards him, his scent invading your nostrils again. You were drawn to him like a moth is to a flame.

“Could almost hear that little pussy clench on nothin’, while we were dancin’,” he murmured against your ear while his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you against his bulge. You bit your lip, trying not to moan.

“Ain’t that right? Coulda fucked you in the bathroom, but I wanna take my time with you.”

“So you want to fuck me in your car?”

“No. Not with my dick, at least,” he smirked.

“Shit,” you breathed. No one had ever spoken to you like that before, and heat rushed over your whole body. 

“Wanna come to my place, darlin’?”

“For ‘good kind of trouble’, like you offered? Yes… yeah.”

" ‘Course you do,” he added, cocky. 

He grabbed your arms and spun you around, caging you with his broad body, your back against the car door, his wide thigh between yours. Pressing against your throbbing pussy.

“Is she purin’, baby? This little cunt? She wants to be mine all night, doesn't she?”

“Fuck… yeah.” 

He brushed his nose against your cheeks and ear, then kissed your neck, his hands sliding from your ass to your waist.

You wanted to kiss him, but he seemed to enjoy playing with you.

“That’s my girl. Get in the car, sweetheart.”

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[oneshotprincess]

WIP WEDNESDAY: TIMKON EDITION

[perfectlysunny02]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

tagged by the lovely @desert--moonchild 🤍 we're going to ignore the fact that it's thursday and not wednesday because i said so lol, here's an excerpt from my new wip (jesus christ sunny don't you have like 47 of these? yes. i can't help it. you know how to ball, i know aristostle) if the world is still turning, i'm still burning for you.

"Evan!" Tommy screams as the building goes up in flames with his boyfriend still inside. Someone's stopping him from moving and he needs them out of the way. "No! Let me go! Let me go! Evan!" "Tommy!" It's Eddie, and suddenly Tommy is pissed. Out of all the people who shouldn't stop him from running after Evan, it's Eddie. "Tommy! No, you can't go in there!" "What?!" Tommy spits at Eddie. "What do you expect us to do, Diaz?! Your best friend is in there, and he could be hurt. Let me go!" "I know," And the heartbreak in Eddie's voice is what causes Tommy to stop fighting. Because Eddie does know, doesn't he? Eddie is fully aware that his best friend is in there, and trapped, and Eddie would be there if he thought he could get to him. He wouldn't be the one holding Tommy back. "I know, Tommy. I know, but we can't-" "No, Eddie, I love him. I love him." He hasn't told Evan yet, he was planning on doing it tonight but now- "I love him." "I know. I love him too. I know. We'll get him out and get him back to you, but you cannot go in there, because then one rescue becomes two."

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[evolnoomym]

💛🎾Wip Wednesday/Thursday🎾💛

Thank you for the tag @penvisions @mermaidgirl30 🫂

I don’t have much writing to share (none actually because I wanna keep what I wrote for my birthday Fic as a complete surprise) 💛

Butttttttttt thanks to some veryyyyy nice talk in the comments with @aurorawritestoescape and @fruityreads I got the idea for a new Wip and I will present the Moodboard to y’all now🎾🤭

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[intothefrisson]

Happy wip wednesday! (except it's thursday) where past lg realizes cxs is diving and they flirt about reading!

[kinardsevan]

wip wednesday

(i'm almost done, but here, have this)

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unnecessary, momentary, legendary

“I don’t know how much I feel like he found better when he’s here because of me,” Evan admits. 

Sal lets out a small laugh at that, rolls his eyes. Evan scowls at the response. 

“Come on, kid,” he states. “I’ve watched Tommy fall in love with people. Watched him have a thing for our probie before Howard, and how it fucked him up when that kid didn’t survive a fire because Gerrard couldn’t get his shit together. Watched him take a shying to Howie when we decided we weren’t putting up with Gerrard’s bullshit anymore. Even knew that he cared more than I did when…” He stops, lets out a huff, shakes his head. “Well, you know.” 

Evan narrows his eyes at Sal, unsure of his point. The older man stares at him, all come on, kid again. 

“And even in all of that, he’s never loved anyone as much as he loves you,” Sal states. “The shit he does for you? He could give fuck all if anyone else ever breathes again. But let Evan Buckley go without? Tommy Kinard would never.” 

[naometry]

Knight capital K Shuake is, once again, at it

A snippet of "The Lion's Share" an E rated Knight of Pentacles, King of Spades side story.

[bigfootsmom]

Girldads bucktommy are now on my mind a lot. What does the baby call them. What nicknames do they call the baby? Does Tommy cry when they find out they're pregnant? How much cute clothes does she grow out of before they get a chance to dress her in them?

I have questions.

Many of them.

join my club! I've always got girl dads bucktommy on my mind <3 baby calls them both variations of dada/da (but I have been toying with papa; however bobby is 'pah' for grandpa so could get confusing). When annie is older she calls them both dad (eventually she uses the asl sign for 'dad' for tommy 'cause tommy almost completely loses his hearing later in life due to decades of flying). annie is a BIG baby so they don't get to dress her in all the tiny newborn clothes they were given, but she gets to wear a lot of Jee-yun's old baby clothes <3 <3 <3

as for does tommy cry when he finds out...here have a snippet (I'm gonna use this for wip Wednesday):

Buck can feel his chin dimpling under the pressure of hot tears prickling behind his eyes. He bites his lip as it starts to wobble. There’s too much emotion inside of him, saturating his veins and overflowing into every empty space inside of him, threatening to spill over in salty rivulets down his face.  Suddenly, Buck is engulfed in Tommy’s arms and he can feel the rumble of Tommy’s watery “oh, honey— c’mere,” as he tucks Buck in close to his chest. With his face pressed into the familiar hollow of Tommy’s throat and completely wrapped up in the other man, Buck allows some of the building pressure to brim over.  Tommy strokes his back, holding him even closer as the first tears spill over. Buck isn’t sure why he’s crying, but he couldn’t stop even if he tried, the fabric of Tommy’s shirt collar quickly getting soaked. But he doesn’t feel too bad about that, not when he can feel a matching wetness dripping onto his shoulder.  They cling to each other like that, standing in their bedroom with the light from the bathroom spilling out from behind Buck and painting their intertwined shadows on the floor. Buck isn’t sure how long they stay there, but eventually his leg starts to ache and he extricates himself from where he’s wrapped his arms around Tommy. He winces when he sees the dampness left behind on Tommy’s shirt, but then Tommy looks at him with glassy red rimmed eyes and Buck forgets about his tear stained transgression.

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[magpiepills]

Thanks for the tags, @milla-frenchy @strang3lov3 @mermaidgirl30 and @nerdieforpedro

I’ve been such a bum. I’ve barely written, I’ve been terrible about responding to tags and comments and reblogs and reblogging and reading and loving on my friends.

I did manage to finish that Dave York threesome that has been sitting on my shoulder for the better part of a year, but I also sat around in my pajamas, ate au gratin potatoes, watched Succession, haunted the discord, traumatized chat gpt, and did a whole load of laundry. I’m trying to catch up now and I’ve written a little, but not much.

Oh yeah, more Coach Joel! If you’ve had any horny thoughts about his whatsoever, I invite you to let me know because I really could use the filth fairies paying me a visit so I can smash out some vulgar fan fiction.

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Thanks for the tag @nerdieforpedro! Figured I would participate and share a snippet of Closed Position since it's taking me FOREVER with the next chapter. I promise y'all, I'm working on it. It's about halfway done as we speak.

We get a little (a lot) of drama in this chapter. Enjoy. 😏

💜Mysty

“Dieter…have I done something to make you mad at me? I just feel like you’ve been closed off toward me the last couple of days.”  I sighed, “Mad…no. I could never be mad at you.”  Her brow furrowed, “There is something though, right? What is it?” I gave her a tight smile, “You really wanna talk about this right now? I’m sure I don’t have to tell you.”  She shook her head, “No, I wanna hear it. Say what you have to.”  I blew air out through my cheeks, “Fine. I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.”  Anger briefly flashed in her eyes, “Why?” I scoffed, “You really have to ask? That asshole physically assaulted you and treats you like shit. I’ve had people like that in my life and I know what they’re capable of. I don’t want that for you. I don’t want you to get hurt…because believe it or not, I do actually care about your wellbeing.”  Her eyes widened, “Is that the only reason?” What exactly is she asking me? The question took me by surprise and I didn’t really know how to answer it. No, it’s not, but I can’t say that. I stared at her wide-eyed, “D-Do I really need another reason? Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean I have to like him or approve of it. You're my only concern in this. He can fuck off.”

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[theloverstemperance]

[badlands, 8:35am]

[unfortunately-not-a-chip]

Wip Wednesday except it’s Thursday because the passage of time has nothing on me

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“Let’s do something today, but first you should shower. It’ll help you feel better.”

Jean greatly doubted that and it must’ve shown on his face because Jeremy moved to sit on the edge of his bed in a way he only did when trying to have a heart-to-heart.

“Is it the water that bothers you?” He asked openly. Jean would hardly call the jerk of his head he gave in response a nod but Jeremy took it as such and hummed thoughtfully. “Would it help you if I sat in the bathroom with you?” He asked the question with a sickening sincerity “You would be on the other side of the shower curtain so you’d still have your privacy but- I could just offer support?”

Jean felt his lip curl “I am not a child, you do not have to babysit me,”

“It just might be nice, I mean- I bring Cat or Laila with me when I get my flu shot because I don’t like needles,” Jeremy shrugged.

“You are childish,” Jean said pointedly, though Jeremy didn’t take the insult as bait for an argument.

“And comfortable,” He looked into his eyes “I think it’s a worthy sacrifice,”

When Jean didn’t reply Jeremy stood up, letting out a defeated sigh. Jean reached out for him without thinking,

“Wait,” He said, a gentle grasp on his wrist, “I think… It’s something I’d like to try,” The words came out, a choked vulnerability. Jeremy smiled something soft in return, reaching a hand out to mess up his hair, to which Jean didn’t fight with anything but an eye roll.