Lalalala WIP meme....
Post a single sentence or more from each WIP you have, or from as many WIPs as you want.
Provide no context/explanations. (except for the part where I do because I want to.... shut up. XD)
Y HALLO THAR WOLF HOUSE/ZERO REVERSELESS-VERSE CROSSOVER OF WTF...
The boy is about Jenny's age and his hair is the sort of red that should go hand in hand with too-pale skin and a mass of freckles. Although at the moment it is veering towards a dangerous sort of unnatural pale. His too big eyes glazed as he blinks up at them and Sofie isn't even trying to hide her disgust while his friend paces around and lets out little worried murmurs of, "Benji..." in a slightly accented voice.
The redhead's shirt is soaked through with blood, utterly ruined, and he mumbles... something that sounds like Japanese maybe, his friend replying in turn before he looks back up at Jenny.
This is seekritly another Wolf House/5Ds crossover, but really it could work as just general 5Ds fic... because I just really love this thought:
Bolger on a tear is the sort of thing that can be intimidating to those who don't know him. He stomps and screams and smashes things, once punching a wall and breaking two of the bones in his hand (and that particular fit had ended with a "you have no one to blame but yourself" frown on Pearson's part.) He loses his temper fast and hot and always, always has to be right.
Pearson has gotten used to it over the years, so he's expecting the tangent when he turns the deal for the engines down cold. His face cool and impassive as Bolger gestures wildly and snaps, "What the FUCK is wrong with you?!"
SPOILERS! RICK IS AN EMO FOREVER!
When he actually gets there, Rick smiles and lies through his teeth that everything is fine. "I'm keeping things on an even keel. We're doing okay. We need you back but I'm holding down the fort until then."
And when he gets back to his office he stares at column after column of numbers, willing them to change so they don't always come out red at the end. Because he has to hold things together. Has to make them come out even. Has to make that little lie become absolute truth.
MOAR SPOILERS! DEAD!CROW (when he actually isn't dead anymore) IS ALSO AN EMO FOREVER! XD
Crow has nightmares.
He expects this after what he did. Dreams of that dark voice in his mind and enough blood to drown in and hundreds of people screaming as he feeds his god.
Pearson is the worst revolutionary ever:
Pearson remembers being told, by the man who was busy prying a bullet out of his leg while he lay there in a numb sort of shock and tried not to scream or cry or vomit from the pain, that maybe he just didn't quite have it in him to be a revolutionary. Certainly, it was the Thing To Do in Satellite at the moment. After almost six months of sitting quietly and waiting for aid that just didn't seem to be coming something had to snap and the people's patience with any sort of authority from the City proper was the first thing to go. But it's an attitude that comes easier to some people than others it seems, and Pearson is apparently not one of them.
Crow and Aki are totally going to make out if I can ever finish this scene:
And now there is Crow, standing in her parent's garage. Soaking wet from the rain and his arm bound tightly in a sling as he avoids meeting her eyes and mumbles, "I'm sorry. I know you just want to help. And I know- I know it's for the best. For the good of everyone I just...." He shrugs, then winces as the movement pulls at his shoulder and instinctively Aki reaches out, her hand lightly touching his good arm and he studies her for a moment before shooting her a vague sort of smile.
"I acted like an ass. I didn't mean it. Are we okay?"
Crow and Aki living with Kiryu in Satisfaction Town is an awesome thing, okay?
At some point the pattern changes. Crow can't really say how or when, but Aki stops reminding Kiryu that it's time to leave and once the bar is empty the three of them sit together for a quiet drink of their own and to discuss the day. The formality between them eventually dropping away and it's no longer "Kiryu-san" and "Izayoi" but "Kiryu" and "Aki" and Crow grins because it's nice to have one of his oldest friends and one of his newest treating one another as equals.
I wrote this back when I actually thought Sherry was going to be cool. I wish she was like this in canon. Actually, I just wish this whole thing was canon period....
Sherry's voice is low and a little bit husky, as if she drinks too much or smokes too much or maybe a little bit of both and at the moment a sly sort of smile is curving at her lips as she eyes the three of them while they hastily attempt to change paperwork that had been filled out months beforehand for the tournament entry. Peeping over Crow's shoulder while he wipes Yusei's name from their team and replaces it with Aki's.
"So Fudou was supposed to be on your team." She chuckles, a low throaty sound, quite obviously amused at the thought. "Shame about him dropping off the face of the earth, I wanted to try to get him for mine."
"He wouldn't have," Crow snaps back, glowering at her. "No way in hell. He was with us, nothing woulda changed that."
"Then why isn't he here now?" she purrs right back. "Side by side with a has-been of a former King, a nameless little repeat felon and a girl so green the ink on her licence probably isn't even dry yet. Or did I just go and explain it for you?"
OH HELLO THERE ZERO REVERSELESS-VERSE ANGST AND ALSO PORN THAT I WILL NEVER FINISH EVER XD
Ben's jaw clenches slightly at that, his eyes hard and blank with indifference but Yusei holds his ground. Body tensed and ready to throw himself through the door if Ben tries to slam it on him again and eventually Ben sighs. His entire body sagging slightly as if he's too exhausted to argue anymore and when he mumbles, "What is it you want, Yusei?" Yusei's heart both lifts a little in hope and breaks at the same time.
"I- was hoping to stay the night to start."
"And do you think the guy I'm living with will appreciate that?"
"Guy?" Yusei's voice is nothing but harsh croak and Ben smirks at him. A hard, almost cruel expression that just doesn't seem to fit his face.
"Did you think I'd stay celibate or something? How many times do I have to say it, you left. As far as I'm concerned we broke up. So you still wanna stay?"
Yusei's silent for a moment, a raw sort of tightness curling in his chest, leaving him frozen and breathless. And when he finally manages to speak again, his voice is nothing but a low whisper. "I- I'll crash on the couch. If it doesn't bother you or your... your.... You- don't have to say anything about me being your ex. Just an old friend who wants to help."
*
It's like coming home.
Benji has changed, certainly. His body all tight whipcord muscle now, smile sharp and hard, and his clothing all but reeks of cigarette smoke to the point where Yusei wants to lecture him about it but he just can't. Because it's Benji. Benji who backs him up against the low couch while kissing him and untucking his shirt, hands sliding over skin as he murmurs a litany of, "I missed you," against the shell of Yusei's ear.
It's fast and hard and breathless, the best (only) sex Yusei's had in two years.
No, they are not discussing Twilight here. They are talking about the Anita Blake books... Which are made worse due to the fact that the first few are actually half-decent XD
"That book is terrible."
Ben makes a face as he glances up to meet Aki's eyes. "Shut up, Izayoi. Just cause you're a creepy Goth girl doesn't mean you know everything there is to know about vampire literature."
"Maybe not. But I know terrible books when I see them and that mess is one of them."