#jj.wip

(still got about 15 minutes left of wednesday in my timezone!)

i was tagged by my beautiful mutuals @usercowboy @honestlydarkprincess @swiftiediaz and @rogerzsteven in uhh lots of wip games since last week and i kinda dissapeared on you guys so to make up for that here goes a couple snippets from some works i have cooking<3

first one is from an eddie goes to texas fic i started last week but i don't know if it'll ever see the light of day, but i still loved this little interaction:

His mom clocks him the minute he walks through the door, of course.

After hugging Christopher and cooing appropriately about how much he’s grown, she asks Eddie to help her in the kitchen. He knows it’s a ruse, because when the moment they’re alone, she turns to him and pins him with a look.

“Hmm,” Helena regards him suspiciously, and reaches up to grab both sides of his face. She examines him with a sharp eyebrow up, turning his head side to side as if she’s looking for something.

“What?” he asks, confused, but also just the tiniest bit scared that his mom has been able to see through the carefully curated mask that he constructed on the plane.

“I know that look,” she answers, and her fingers push through the sides of his hair, eyes softening. “What’s wrong?”

Eddie sighs. He should have known better.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

Helena tuts.

“Don’t try lying to me, Eddie, you know that has never worked in your favor.”

And now here you have a bit from 133 beefcake rails eddie fic:

It’s not that bad, to be completely honest. Eddie’s a homebody, and nightclubs aren’t his usual scene, but the place is nicely decorated, the music is nice, and the ambiance is relaxed. There’s a lot of pink and purple lightning, and the flags decorating the bar makes it look a lot more intimate than other clubs he’s been in. Karen had told him to dress to look hot (her words), and Eddie decided last minute to leave the flannel at home and just wear a tight maroon V-neck along with dark, fitted jeans. He was a little hesitant, but when his friends saw him, they started whistling and catcalling at him, so he guesses he looks good enough.

After being abandoned for the dancefloor, Eddie sits at the bar nursing his mojito, but he isn’t alone very long. To his right a group of girls who look barely a day over twenty-one are doing shots, still, there’s no mistaking the tall figure towering over most people walking his way.

“Firefighter Diaz!” the man calls over the music.

“Firefighter Paramedic Charles,” He responds as the blond takes a seat next to him, knees brushing, and takes a deliberate once-over at Eddie (and if he goes a little lightheaded under the attention, that’s between himself and his mojito). “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“It’s just Charlie,” he says, “Can’t say I didn’t have a feeling about you, though.”

tagged by beloveds @usercowboy and @rogerzsteven <3 i'm a bit late but it's still friday here, so here goes a little snippet from my 613 coda/spec fic, hopefully it will be ready to post tomorrow! also, if you see this consider youself tagged!

“Sounds good to me,” he replies, walking around, then takes two beers from the case and puts the rest inside the fridge. “Don’t know how you’re going to keep yourself from spilling everything, everywhere, though?”

Buck rolls his eyes good naturedly, piling up the containers and starts carrying them to the living room.

“I can eat like an adult, thank you very much. Unlike someone I know, I don’t get sauce all over my face like a toddler.”

Eddie doesn’t reply, doesn’t need to. He just follows Buck and sits between two cushions (as much as it annoys Buck, it’s the only way they can get comfortable in it), sets the open beer bottles on the coffee table and picks up a pair of chopsticks. The TV’s on and Buck’s already digging into a container, droplets of sauce flying around as he slurps his noodles. Staining the couch’s light gray fabric with tiny orange dots. Those will be a bitch to get out, he thinks. Then says nothing as Buck continues to spray his new couch with food, and a rogue piece of carrot jumps out of the container and onto the cushion.

It’s all pointless banter, anyway, it’s not like Eddie actually cares what happens to the couch. Why would he? it’s a terrible couch. It’s a terrible, uncomfortable, hideous couch that Buck didn’t even want in the first place. It doesn’t match the rest of his furniture, he can’t sleep on it, and the cushions can’t seem to mold to his form. He was forced to accept it, picked by someone else before he was even ready–

Rules: share something about an idea you have/something that's speaking to you/an au you'd like to see and are considering writing/etc. etc. Basically anything that is tempting you away from your current wips!

tagged by jess my beloved <3 @honestlydarkprincess

ok so current wips are 6x14 coda fic, secret fic, spanish fic, shannon fic, and like, academic stuff because i'm a last semester girlie and i'm procrastinating everything that has to do with uni!

and my temptations are

continuing an old wip i abandoned ages ago

writting 133 beefcake paramedic/eddie fic (might have a little something for wip wednesday if anyone's interested...)