Your lipstick got me so out of breath
In lieu of a rage-filled post of complaints, here are a selection of my favorite moments from a handful of WIPs:
Avengers
The One That Isn't Budapest
“Password,” Clint says before he opens up the curtain.
“Don’t make me kick my way in there?” Natasha says, and then, after a moment, “Delta.”
The curtain slides back, and Natasha gets a glimpse of a shadowed Clint a moment before he settles deep into the recesses of the storage block's upper level. He’s disabled the emergency lights, and Natasha knows that’s a clue.
They sit together in silence for a moment and then Natasha asks, “Caracas or St. Petersberg?”
There's only quiet, until Clint says, “St. Petersberg, the second time.”
“You could tell Coulson,” Natasha says. “He'd understand.”
“You understand and I don't have to tell you.”
“That's because I'm usually there with you.”
Teen Wolf
The One With Danny, Stiles, and the Fuck or Die Curse
“So there's a rumor going around,” Scott says to Stiles as they're leaving class.
“Dude, there are werewolves going around, I'm pretty sure rumors are a given,” Stiles says.
“ - that you and Danny had a one-night stand.”
Stiles stops. “You know there's truth to that rumor. Which you promised we'd never speak of. Anyway, we need to talk about Derek and how - “
“People are saying you one-night-standed Danny.”
“I - what? That's not even a verb.”
Stiles gets hit in the shoulder by a 3-ring binder. “Ow!” Stiles shouts, and when he looks around, there are several possible culprits. “Uh - “ he says, holding his hands up and he grabs Scott by the shoulder and tries to steer him to a safer hallway.
“Everyone loves Danny,” Scott says, shrugging.
“Oh my god,” Stiles says.
The One Where Lydia Gets To Have All the Power
Lydia pushes past Peter and into his apartment. Before he can come up with a snarky comment about being invited in, she opens her hand and blows a fine red dust into his face. As he falls to the floor he has time to think that he can't really be that angry with her, since he's the one who taught her that trick.
Lydia is a wild creature, and so Peter stills and slows his breath as she approaches. She brings her face close, like he's a trinket on the ground she's inspecting. Her hair swings forward, brushes Peter's face before her lips touch his temple.
“I like the way you smell,” Lydia says, and the thought goes straight to the wolf. She's so close she's blurry and Peter closes his eyes and she makes a satisfied hum the moment before she kisses him. Her lips are slick with gloss, sweet and minty before the rich, hot taste of her mouth overwhelms him. Lydia climbs onto his lap, slowly, inch by inch, hot skin under silk pressing against his legs, his waist. Lydia kisses slow and thorough, each movement a piece of the spell.
“You wanted to stay,” Lydia says, as she licks Peter's cheek. “Now you can. You'll just have to belong to me. You can touch me, you know." Peter is touching her, or rather, their bodies already have several quite intimate points of contact, but Peter's hands have been clamped tight on the arms of the chair.
“Can I?”
“Maybe I mean you should,” Lydia whispers. She brushes her lips over Peter's eyebrows, and rocks her hips. "You could start with taking off my dress,” Lydia says. “I don't want to ruin it when I rip out your heart and replace it with mine.”
The Department of Older Fandoms: SGA, Star Trek RPF, and HP
The Crossover Where Tesla Comes to Atlantis
"Colonel Carter, could you come down to the gateroom?" Sam's learned that Sheppard's polite tone is always an indicator of trouble. She wonders if he even realizes he pulls out the manners in the face of danger. Sam walks at a clip, the gateroom doors sliding open at her approach. There's a frenzy of soldiers at the gate, shuffling in a dance around a stranger who has clearly just come through the gate. Sheppard joins her side and says, "Interesting traffic today."
“Isn't that one of the botanists?”
“Parrish,” Sheppard says. “And no. Well,” he backpedals and Sam already has a sense of where this is going.
"You know him? Someone we've had previous contact with?" she asks.
"He seems to think so," Sheppard says.
"Ok, I'll bite," Sam says.
"Actually, that's an interesting choice of words," Sheppard says.
Is anyone still reading Chris Pine/Zach Quinto RPF?
They're making out against the door of Zach's trailer, Chris' hands up under Zach's shirt and Chris' tongue getting very familiar with Zach's teeth when Chris pulls back and says, "I'm not into guys."
"Ok," Zach says breathlessly, because he could have fooled Zach with the whole push-your-male-co-star-against -the-door-of-his-trailer routine, but Chris also isn't the first straight guy to kiss Zach and run. "It's ok," Zach says again, though his voice isn't nearly as strong as it could be, on account of the way Chris' tongue is thrumming against the pulse point of his throat.
"So this is confusing for me," Chris says against Zach's ear.
"I'm sure," Zach says. "I'm sure it is," he says, because he's certainly confused. But then Chris is kissing him again and Zach doesn't really know what to say anyway, so he just kisses back.
Is anyone still reading Tonks/Moody? AKA the one where Tonks is genderqueer
"Come in for a drink, lass," he says, though she's wearing a suit jacket and tie. What he calls her appears to depend on how he feels. She finds it comforting that he doesn't seem to care one way or the other whether he's right. With anyone else, she'd want them to try and at least match how she was presenting."Something on your mind?"
"How do you know," Tonks asks. "Every time, that it's me?"
"How do you?" he asks.
"Why isn't there a third option? Witch or wizard? Girl or boy?"
"Metamorphmagus?"
"Doesn't count when there's only me."
Moody just looks at her like he always does, like the answer is somewhere in his scarred face.
Bonus Promises of Stories to Be Finished Soonish
The One About Brian Schechter (You know, I realized the other day that there are new kids in bandom after Danger Days who won't even know who Brian Schechter is and that makes me sad. And yet that realization didn't stop me from writing Schechter/OMC.)
Brian sighs, and stirs a fry around in the ketchup. "Are we done talking about this?"
Bob doesn't answer. "He seems like a nice kid," he says after he's finished half his burger.
"He's a kid," Brian says.
"So it doesn't mean anything?"
"No, that's not - "
"Exactly," Bob says, "It's your fucking band, Schechter. Your label. Your band. Of course it means something. I just want you to figure out what it means before you - "
"Before I what?" Brian says.
"Before you leave them," Bob says. "You know, I'm not hungry anymore, I'm gonna go for a walk," Bob says and he gets up and walks out.
The One That No One, Including Me, Thought I Would Ever Finish, AKA Ghost Frank Part 3
There's another flash of lightning and Frank counts, under his breath, two, three, and the thunder rumbles, louder, faster. Gerard's reflection is abruptly closer, like he's just a few steps behind Frank. Like Frank pressed against the window is some future moment in time when Gerard, rushing for him, could bend his arms back, slam him forward and hold him there. At least then, Frank could feel him. Then it could feel real, instead of this stuck feeling, like he's the ghost again, unable to move, to grab Gerard and make him act.
“Fucking do it,” Frank growls abruptly as thunder rolls somewhere in the distance. “Fucking hurt me, don't just leave me like this.”
He feels the pressure release, and he thinks, finally, and closes his eyes, tenses his body in preparation for being slammed against the glass, maybe even through it. Whatever Gerard needs to do. Whatever Frank deserves.
But nothing's happening. He turns, and realizes that he can't see Gerard, that of course he can't, that he's not really here. He scans the room, just in case, and then he slowly turns back to the reflection. Gerard is just behind him.
“Gee,” Frank says, and they're looking right at each other in the window, like Gerard is over his shoulder. Something flickers in Gerard's face, something sad, and Frank steps back, just enough to close the distance, so, if they were both in the same place, they'd be touching.
The lightning flashes and before Frank can even count, the thunder chases it, so loud the house feels like it's shaking. He's shaking, too, but he stares into Gerard's eyes in his reflection, and just says, "You remember this, don't you?"
Gerard just stares back at him.
"I just wanted you to find me. And I just want to find you. We can trade places, ok?" Frank says, "I don't mind going back." It's a lie and Gerard has to know it, but nothing shows on his face. "I'm just trying to make it right."
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Avengers
The One That Isn't Budapest
“Password,” Clint says before he opens up the curtain.
“Don’t make me kick my way in there?” Natasha says, and then, after a moment, “Delta.”
The curtain slides back, and Natasha gets a glimpse of a shadowed Clint a moment before he settles deep into the recesses of the storage block's upper level. He’s disabled the emergency lights, and Natasha knows that’s a clue.
They sit together in silence for a moment and then Natasha asks, “Caracas or St. Petersberg?”
There's only quiet, until Clint says, “St. Petersberg, the second time.”
“You could tell Coulson,” Natasha says. “He'd understand.”
“You understand and I don't have to tell you.”
“That's because I'm usually there with you.”
Teen Wolf
The One With Danny, Stiles, and the Fuck or Die Curse
“So there's a rumor going around,” Scott says to Stiles as they're leaving class.
“Dude, there are werewolves going around, I'm pretty sure rumors are a given,” Stiles says.
“ - that you and Danny had a one-night stand.”
Stiles stops. “You know there's truth to that rumor. Which you promised we'd never speak of. Anyway, we need to talk about Derek and how - “
“People are saying you one-night-standed Danny.”
“I - what? That's not even a verb.”
Stiles gets hit in the shoulder by a 3-ring binder. “Ow!” Stiles shouts, and when he looks around, there are several possible culprits. “Uh - “ he says, holding his hands up and he grabs Scott by the shoulder and tries to steer him to a safer hallway.
“Everyone loves Danny,” Scott says, shrugging.
“Oh my god,” Stiles says.
The One Where Lydia Gets To Have All the Power
Lydia pushes past Peter and into his apartment. Before he can come up with a snarky comment about being invited in, she opens her hand and blows a fine red dust into his face. As he falls to the floor he has time to think that he can't really be that angry with her, since he's the one who taught her that trick.
Lydia is a wild creature, and so Peter stills and slows his breath as she approaches. She brings her face close, like he's a trinket on the ground she's inspecting. Her hair swings forward, brushes Peter's face before her lips touch his temple.
“I like the way you smell,” Lydia says, and the thought goes straight to the wolf. She's so close she's blurry and Peter closes his eyes and she makes a satisfied hum the moment before she kisses him. Her lips are slick with gloss, sweet and minty before the rich, hot taste of her mouth overwhelms him. Lydia climbs onto his lap, slowly, inch by inch, hot skin under silk pressing against his legs, his waist. Lydia kisses slow and thorough, each movement a piece of the spell.
“You wanted to stay,” Lydia says, as she licks Peter's cheek. “Now you can. You'll just have to belong to me. You can touch me, you know." Peter is touching her, or rather, their bodies already have several quite intimate points of contact, but Peter's hands have been clamped tight on the arms of the chair.
“Can I?”
“Maybe I mean you should,” Lydia whispers. She brushes her lips over Peter's eyebrows, and rocks her hips. "You could start with taking off my dress,” Lydia says. “I don't want to ruin it when I rip out your heart and replace it with mine.”
The Department of Older Fandoms: SGA, Star Trek RPF, and HP
The Crossover Where Tesla Comes to Atlantis
"Colonel Carter, could you come down to the gateroom?" Sam's learned that Sheppard's polite tone is always an indicator of trouble. She wonders if he even realizes he pulls out the manners in the face of danger. Sam walks at a clip, the gateroom doors sliding open at her approach. There's a frenzy of soldiers at the gate, shuffling in a dance around a stranger who has clearly just come through the gate. Sheppard joins her side and says, "Interesting traffic today."
“Isn't that one of the botanists?”
“Parrish,” Sheppard says. “And no. Well,” he backpedals and Sam already has a sense of where this is going.
"You know him? Someone we've had previous contact with?" she asks.
"He seems to think so," Sheppard says.
"Ok, I'll bite," Sam says.
"Actually, that's an interesting choice of words," Sheppard says.
Is anyone still reading Chris Pine/Zach Quinto RPF?
They're making out against the door of Zach's trailer, Chris' hands up under Zach's shirt and Chris' tongue getting very familiar with Zach's teeth when Chris pulls back and says, "I'm not into guys."
"Ok," Zach says breathlessly, because he could have fooled Zach with the whole push-your-male-co-star-against -the-door-of-his-trailer routine, but Chris also isn't the first straight guy to kiss Zach and run. "It's ok," Zach says again, though his voice isn't nearly as strong as it could be, on account of the way Chris' tongue is thrumming against the pulse point of his throat.
"So this is confusing for me," Chris says against Zach's ear.
"I'm sure," Zach says. "I'm sure it is," he says, because he's certainly confused. But then Chris is kissing him again and Zach doesn't really know what to say anyway, so he just kisses back.
Is anyone still reading Tonks/Moody? AKA the one where Tonks is genderqueer
"Come in for a drink, lass," he says, though she's wearing a suit jacket and tie. What he calls her appears to depend on how he feels. She finds it comforting that he doesn't seem to care one way or the other whether he's right. With anyone else, she'd want them to try and at least match how she was presenting."Something on your mind?"
"How do you know," Tonks asks. "Every time, that it's me?"
"How do you?" he asks.
"Why isn't there a third option? Witch or wizard? Girl or boy?"
"Metamorphmagus?"
"Doesn't count when there's only me."
Moody just looks at her like he always does, like the answer is somewhere in his scarred face.
Bonus Promises of Stories to Be Finished Soonish
The One About Brian Schechter (You know, I realized the other day that there are new kids in bandom after Danger Days who won't even know who Brian Schechter is and that makes me sad. And yet that realization didn't stop me from writing Schechter/OMC.)
Brian sighs, and stirs a fry around in the ketchup. "Are we done talking about this?"
Bob doesn't answer. "He seems like a nice kid," he says after he's finished half his burger.
"He's a kid," Brian says.
"So it doesn't mean anything?"
"No, that's not - "
"Exactly," Bob says, "It's your fucking band, Schechter. Your label. Your band. Of course it means something. I just want you to figure out what it means before you - "
"Before I what?" Brian says.
"Before you leave them," Bob says. "You know, I'm not hungry anymore, I'm gonna go for a walk," Bob says and he gets up and walks out.
The One That No One, Including Me, Thought I Would Ever Finish, AKA Ghost Frank Part 3
There's another flash of lightning and Frank counts, under his breath, two, three, and the thunder rumbles, louder, faster. Gerard's reflection is abruptly closer, like he's just a few steps behind Frank. Like Frank pressed against the window is some future moment in time when Gerard, rushing for him, could bend his arms back, slam him forward and hold him there. At least then, Frank could feel him. Then it could feel real, instead of this stuck feeling, like he's the ghost again, unable to move, to grab Gerard and make him act.
“Fucking do it,” Frank growls abruptly as thunder rolls somewhere in the distance. “Fucking hurt me, don't just leave me like this.”
He feels the pressure release, and he thinks, finally, and closes his eyes, tenses his body in preparation for being slammed against the glass, maybe even through it. Whatever Gerard needs to do. Whatever Frank deserves.
But nothing's happening. He turns, and realizes that he can't see Gerard, that of course he can't, that he's not really here. He scans the room, just in case, and then he slowly turns back to the reflection. Gerard is just behind him.
“Gee,” Frank says, and they're looking right at each other in the window, like Gerard is over his shoulder. Something flickers in Gerard's face, something sad, and Frank steps back, just enough to close the distance, so, if they were both in the same place, they'd be touching.
The lightning flashes and before Frank can even count, the thunder chases it, so loud the house feels like it's shaking. He's shaking, too, but he stares into Gerard's eyes in his reflection, and just says, "You remember this, don't you?"
Gerard just stares back at him.
"I just wanted you to find me. And I just want to find you. We can trade places, ok?" Frank says, "I don't mind going back." It's a lie and Gerard has to know it, but nothing shows on his face. "I'm just trying to make it right."
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