that WIP meme
Taken from all over my flist, but mostly because rebekahfair wants a snippet of her help_haiti fic. <3
Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
1. "Better stop speaking blasphemy about me," Jensen says suddenly. "Danneel's teasing me about burning the house down."
"Well, is that something we're going to be in danger of?"
"No, you fucker. Better bring me some of those cookies you're so awesome at baking. That can be our engagement present."
Jared laughs. "Oh, like picking out the ring and helping you come up with a proposal speech wasn't enough?"
2. Jensen moans around Jeff's cock and Jeff shoves deeper into his mouth to cut off the sounds. He can hear people moving around outside and his door is locked, he's not stupid, but he still doesn't want someone knocking and interrupting them.
The look on Jensen's face is desperate and needy and Jeff can't help the way he shivers, staring down at this gorgeous boy.
"So fucking good for me," he whispers and Jensen grabs onto his thighs, shoving his face closer to Jeff's belly, burying his nose in the dark hair surrounding his cock.
3. He snuck right up behind Sam in the crowded cafe and scoffed. "Is this your version of porn, Sam? Fully furnished houses all clean and ready for a family to move in?"
"No," Sam snapped, cheeks heating. He glared at Dean over his shoulder. "It's not...I was looking for us, okay? I thought--"
Dean was laughing. "You're not serious, are you? Sam, we're not buying a house. We're legally dead and former models for America's Most Wanted. We can't afford a place - we don't even have credit ratings!"
4. Now he's 30, he just lost his job for bitching out a customer who kept calling him a fag, and the last thing he wants to do is go looking for another shitty office job, cooped up in a cubicle with other people who hate their lives, talking on the phone with people who hate him for reasons that totally aren't his fault.
So Misha packs a bag full of clothes, buys a GPS system, and drops his cat off with his mother. He makes some epic play lists on his iPod, plugs it into his car...and he drives off into gray horizon, rain drizzling onto his windshield. It's not as epic a start as he was hoping for, especially since he gets stuck in traffic coming out of Chicago - maybe he shouldn't have left at rush hour.
5. "Awesome! I work at the library next door." He tilts his head. "What's your name?"
"Jensen," the guy says slowly. "And you'll be back for lunch, won't you."
Jared grins winningly. "Yeah! For my turkey wrap, chips, and tea. Looking forward to it, Jensen."
"Right," Jensen says again and looks around Jared like he's hoping someone will be behind him. Jared frowns and hands Jensen a ten.
I have a lot more wips than that, but those are the ones that are most recently worked on. Um, enjoy?
Post a sentence (or two or a paragraph) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
1. "Better stop speaking blasphemy about me," Jensen says suddenly. "Danneel's teasing me about burning the house down."
"Well, is that something we're going to be in danger of?"
"No, you fucker. Better bring me some of those cookies you're so awesome at baking. That can be our engagement present."
Jared laughs. "Oh, like picking out the ring and helping you come up with a proposal speech wasn't enough?"
2. Jensen moans around Jeff's cock and Jeff shoves deeper into his mouth to cut off the sounds. He can hear people moving around outside and his door is locked, he's not stupid, but he still doesn't want someone knocking and interrupting them.
The look on Jensen's face is desperate and needy and Jeff can't help the way he shivers, staring down at this gorgeous boy.
"So fucking good for me," he whispers and Jensen grabs onto his thighs, shoving his face closer to Jeff's belly, burying his nose in the dark hair surrounding his cock.
3. He snuck right up behind Sam in the crowded cafe and scoffed. "Is this your version of porn, Sam? Fully furnished houses all clean and ready for a family to move in?"
"No," Sam snapped, cheeks heating. He glared at Dean over his shoulder. "It's not...I was looking for us, okay? I thought--"
Dean was laughing. "You're not serious, are you? Sam, we're not buying a house. We're legally dead and former models for America's Most Wanted. We can't afford a place - we don't even have credit ratings!"
4. Now he's 30, he just lost his job for bitching out a customer who kept calling him a fag, and the last thing he wants to do is go looking for another shitty office job, cooped up in a cubicle with other people who hate their lives, talking on the phone with people who hate him for reasons that totally aren't his fault.
So Misha packs a bag full of clothes, buys a GPS system, and drops his cat off with his mother. He makes some epic play lists on his iPod, plugs it into his car...and he drives off into gray horizon, rain drizzling onto his windshield. It's not as epic a start as he was hoping for, especially since he gets stuck in traffic coming out of Chicago - maybe he shouldn't have left at rush hour.
5. "Awesome! I work at the library next door." He tilts his head. "What's your name?"
"Jensen," the guy says slowly. "And you'll be back for lunch, won't you."
Jared grins winningly. "Yeah! For my turkey wrap, chips, and tea. Looking forward to it, Jensen."
"Right," Jensen says again and looks around Jared like he's hoping someone will be behind him. Jared frowns and hands Jensen a ten.
I have a lot more wips than that, but those are the ones that are most recently worked on. Um, enjoy?