WIP Fic Meme
The WIP meme: post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
Meme stolen from clair_de_lune because I can never ever pass this meme up. Just like last time, I'm doing another meme alongside it: Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future. (Keep in mind if you pick "Into the Dark" I may focus on characters other than the ones you might prefer or possibly yank bits from the as-yet-unposted "Five Minutes to Midnight" to fill the request)
1) She watches him move, long fingers curling around the handles to the mugs, and her breath catches in her throat. She doesn’t remember last night. She doesn’t. But somehow she knows exactly what the pressure of those fingers feel like digging into her hips, skimming up her sides, tracing lines along the insides of her elbows...
“Cream? Sugar?” he asks, startling from her thoughts and making her flush.
~ ## Ways Michael and Sara Nearly Met (and One Way They Did) - Prison Break
2 )“You know he’ll do it for you,” Alex reminded her. “You know he can do it.”
“I’m not calling him,” Sara said with resounding certainty.
“If you’ve got another idea, I’m all ears,” Alex shot back.
“I... God damn it, Alex. I do not want Paul Kellerman even knowing Michael is alive!” Sara insisted.
“So don’t tell him,” Alex shrugged. “Honestly, the less he knows the better.”
“You are seriously overestimating my influence over him,” Sara said pointedly.
“I’m really not,” Alex shot back knowingly in a tone that made Sara squirm a little uncomfortably.
~Five Minutes to Midnight - Prison Break
3) “I came back from four hours of cleaning, as tired as I’ve ever been in my whole life, to find you passed out on my bed,” he said, sounding a little apologetic.
And... what the hell? It was his bed!
“You know, if you wanted to sleep with me that badly, you could have just said so,” he grinned, winking at her for good measure.
She groaned and rolled her eyes.
“You’re ridiculous,” she told him.
“Says the girl who went to a completely forbidden party with no way home,” Sirius pointed out. “Who then passed out on her male friend’s bed. Thank goodness no one saw you. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”
Yes. Humour was definitely the way to go this morning.
~ Four Girls Sirius Black Could Have Fallen In Love With (And One He Did) - Harry Potter
4) “Who the hell are you?” the girl in question asked, turning to face them, paint splattering her clothes and curly hair frizzed to a point that even Hermione almost pitied.
“I’m... I’m Hermione Granger. Your new dorm-mate,” Hermione replied.
Stella studied her a moment, arms folded across her chest and gaze unwavering. It was entirely unnerving.
“Do you snore?” she asked finally.
“I... don’t think so?” Hermione replied.
“You aren’t one of those types who wants to kill or subjugate all the muggleborns are you?” Stella asked shrewdly.
“Certainly not!” Hermione replied definitively, a little affronted at the very suggestion.
“Lovely,” she said, smiling brightly, looking mad and beautiful all at once. “We’ll get along splendidly, then.”
~A Priori - Harry Potter (my obligatory cliche time-travel fic...)
5) “Are you mad at me for throwing you off guard or are you mad at me because, like everyone else, I believed the ministry when they said you were guilty?” she asked, raising her voice a little so it echoed down the hallway after him.
It was loud enough, clear enough, that there was little doubt that Harry and his friends with their extendable ears had heard every word.
He stopped and took a steadying breath. She always did have her own special brand of infuriating. The only difference was that before it usually ended up in nakedness.
“I’m not mad at you at all,” he said, turning back around. “I’m not sure if you know this about me, but I’m extremely even tempered.”
“I would be,” she said, taking a couple of steps toward him, deeper into the house. “If it were me. I’d be livid. I’d hate the whole world. But most of all? Most of all I’d hate the people who should have known better.”
~Unexpected Discoveries - Harry Potter [potentially abandoned co-written (with andacus who deserves credit for some of this snippet) quasi-sequel to "Four Girls Sirius Black Could Have Fallen In Love With (And One He Did)"]
6) She rolls into town like thunder, swift moving along the horizon until it strikes suddenly and blindingly right at your doorstep. Damon’s always loved a good thunderstorm, stood in the rain and tempted fate with water in his hair and mud between his toes as he stares skyward, enraptured. Katherine is no different from that.
~Five Times Damon Salvatore Tried (And Failed) To Deny His Humanity - Vampire Diaries (maybe abandoned? not sure)
7) She's a tiny thing with dark hair and darker eyes that speak of experience, some of which is good but most of which isn't. Even her curves, generous as they are, seem to have sharp angles to them, all hard and unyielding. Dean relates to her instantly, even if he doesn't know her story. It doesn't matter so much, the details; her life is the same as his.
"That's an awful lot of blood there," she says, paying too close attention as he loads his laundry into the washer. "You're either a hell of a lot of fun or no fun at all. I'm guessing it's the former."
He's awfully glad the laundromat is damn near empty at this point, just him and her and the apparent owner of the place eying them with a barely tolerating scowl. She might be hot as sin, but she's far too perceptive for her own good - or, for his, anyhow - and he's fully aware that he and Sam are still wanted by the feds.
"Hunting is a messy business," he replies truthfully with an edge to his smile that speaks of secrets.
"Ain't that the fuckin' God's honest truth?" she laughs grittily and he just knows she's looking past what he's saying to what he really means.
~Intersections - Supernatural (/Buffy/Firefly/BSG/Dead Like Me/Grey's Anatomy/Harry Potter/Roswell/X-Files/Twilight/True Blood/every fandom ever) (Crossover not-quite-crack!fic that I started eons ago and really do still intend to work on again... someday. That bit was Faith/Dean)
Meme stolen from clair_de_lune because I can never ever pass this meme up. Just like last time, I'm doing another meme alongside it: Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future. (Keep in mind if you pick "Into the Dark" I may focus on characters other than the ones you might prefer or possibly yank bits from the as-yet-unposted "Five Minutes to Midnight" to fill the request)
1) She watches him move, long fingers curling around the handles to the mugs, and her breath catches in her throat. She doesn’t remember last night. She doesn’t. But somehow she knows exactly what the pressure of those fingers feel like digging into her hips, skimming up her sides, tracing lines along the insides of her elbows...
“Cream? Sugar?” he asks, startling from her thoughts and making her flush.
~ ## Ways Michael and Sara Nearly Met (and One Way They Did) - Prison Break
2 )“You know he’ll do it for you,” Alex reminded her. “You know he can do it.”
“I’m not calling him,” Sara said with resounding certainty.
“If you’ve got another idea, I’m all ears,” Alex shot back.
“I... God damn it, Alex. I do not want Paul Kellerman even knowing Michael is alive!” Sara insisted.
“So don’t tell him,” Alex shrugged. “Honestly, the less he knows the better.”
“You are seriously overestimating my influence over him,” Sara said pointedly.
“I’m really not,” Alex shot back knowingly in a tone that made Sara squirm a little uncomfortably.
~Five Minutes to Midnight - Prison Break
3) “I came back from four hours of cleaning, as tired as I’ve ever been in my whole life, to find you passed out on my bed,” he said, sounding a little apologetic.
And... what the hell? It was his bed!
“You know, if you wanted to sleep with me that badly, you could have just said so,” he grinned, winking at her for good measure.
She groaned and rolled her eyes.
“You’re ridiculous,” she told him.
“Says the girl who went to a completely forbidden party with no way home,” Sirius pointed out. “Who then passed out on her male friend’s bed. Thank goodness no one saw you. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”
Yes. Humour was definitely the way to go this morning.
~ Four Girls Sirius Black Could Have Fallen In Love With (And One He Did) - Harry Potter
4) “Who the hell are you?” the girl in question asked, turning to face them, paint splattering her clothes and curly hair frizzed to a point that even Hermione almost pitied.
“I’m... I’m Hermione Granger. Your new dorm-mate,” Hermione replied.
Stella studied her a moment, arms folded across her chest and gaze unwavering. It was entirely unnerving.
“Do you snore?” she asked finally.
“I... don’t think so?” Hermione replied.
“You aren’t one of those types who wants to kill or subjugate all the muggleborns are you?” Stella asked shrewdly.
“Certainly not!” Hermione replied definitively, a little affronted at the very suggestion.
“Lovely,” she said, smiling brightly, looking mad and beautiful all at once. “We’ll get along splendidly, then.”
~A Priori - Harry Potter (my obligatory cliche time-travel fic...)
5) “Are you mad at me for throwing you off guard or are you mad at me because, like everyone else, I believed the ministry when they said you were guilty?” she asked, raising her voice a little so it echoed down the hallway after him.
It was loud enough, clear enough, that there was little doubt that Harry and his friends with their extendable ears had heard every word.
He stopped and took a steadying breath. She always did have her own special brand of infuriating. The only difference was that before it usually ended up in nakedness.
“I’m not mad at you at all,” he said, turning back around. “I’m not sure if you know this about me, but I’m extremely even tempered.”
“I would be,” she said, taking a couple of steps toward him, deeper into the house. “If it were me. I’d be livid. I’d hate the whole world. But most of all? Most of all I’d hate the people who should have known better.”
~Unexpected Discoveries - Harry Potter [potentially abandoned co-written (with andacus who deserves credit for some of this snippet) quasi-sequel to "Four Girls Sirius Black Could Have Fallen In Love With (And One He Did)"]
6) She rolls into town like thunder, swift moving along the horizon until it strikes suddenly and blindingly right at your doorstep. Damon’s always loved a good thunderstorm, stood in the rain and tempted fate with water in his hair and mud between his toes as he stares skyward, enraptured. Katherine is no different from that.
~Five Times Damon Salvatore Tried (And Failed) To Deny His Humanity - Vampire Diaries (maybe abandoned? not sure)
7) She's a tiny thing with dark hair and darker eyes that speak of experience, some of which is good but most of which isn't. Even her curves, generous as they are, seem to have sharp angles to them, all hard and unyielding. Dean relates to her instantly, even if he doesn't know her story. It doesn't matter so much, the details; her life is the same as his.
"That's an awful lot of blood there," she says, paying too close attention as he loads his laundry into the washer. "You're either a hell of a lot of fun or no fun at all. I'm guessing it's the former."
He's awfully glad the laundromat is damn near empty at this point, just him and her and the apparent owner of the place eying them with a barely tolerating scowl. She might be hot as sin, but she's far too perceptive for her own good - or, for his, anyhow - and he's fully aware that he and Sam are still wanted by the feds.
"Hunting is a messy business," he replies truthfully with an edge to his smile that speaks of secrets.
"Ain't that the fuckin' God's honest truth?" she laughs grittily and he just knows she's looking past what he's saying to what he really means.
~Intersections - Supernatural (/Buffy/Firefly/BSG/Dead Like Me/Grey's Anatomy/Harry Potter/Roswell/X-Files/Twilight/True Blood/every fandom ever) (Crossover not-quite-crack!fic that I started eons ago and really do still intend to work on again... someday. That bit was Faith/Dean)