That WIP Meme that everyone's doing
I know, I know I did a coming-soon-fic preview thingy in December, but I have more WIPs now and BBB is kicking my ass all over the place so I'm hoping, hoping that I can generate some motivation and maybe convince myself that I actually have done some work and I actually can write some more with this meme.
Swiped from half my f-list: The WIP Meme: Post a little bit of each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
1. Three days later Gerard has to admit that Operation: Don't Think About Frank is a complete fucking failure.
It's not entirely his fault. Frank insisted on getting Gerard's cell number, even though he doesn't have his own phone. Hell, what Gerard has barely qualifies as a phone, it's an old brick on a pre-paid contract he has barely any credit on, so he never uses it.
He's very carefully not thinking about how warm Frank's skin is when he scrawls the number on Frank's forearm in sharpie. It's not a dating thing, far from it, Frank is going to need to contact him about the Pipeline gig. It's not like when a girl gives a guy his number and then fusses about when he's going to call. He tells himself all this and he mostly believes it. Part of him really, really hopes he's wrong. But it's the incredibly stupid part.
2. "I can uncuff you, but you gotta leave the door open. If you're shy and you want privacy I'm gonna have to chain you to the pipes. You understand right?"
3. Gerard's still staring at the monitors, seeing the scene play out in flashes on every camera angle. Not for the first time he feels an intense pride for his crew. He was so lucky to get Ray on this job. They went to film school together years ago, but Ray's star rose much faster than Gerard's. He embraced digital cameras at exactly the right moment, learning how they worked and how to seduce gorgeous images out of them while all the old school DP's were still married to film. When the studios started to switch to digital for budget and efficiency he was ready, with a list of credits as long as his arm and a showreel that could make you weep.
Ray DP'd five films in the space of time it took Gerard to direct and finish Bullets. He took a pay cut to work on Umbrella Academy, not just for Gerard but because he believed in the project. Gerard feels thankful for that every single day.
4. "It's just... I can't... Frank." It takes every ounce of Gerard's will to push Frank back, straightening his arms between them so they're separated. Then he's looking at Frank's face, lips all wet and kiss swollen, eyes hazy and shot. He looks so fucking good, so fucking hot Gerard's resolve starts to melt and all he wants to do is dive back in. But he can't be that person.
"I lied to you." There, it's out. He said it. He waits for Frank to pull away but he's still just staring waiting for the rest and Gerard has to fumble the words out, looking at Frank's shoulder because he just can't look at his face. "That CD I bought, it wasn't for my sister."
5. "You know if you're gonna steal my shit, you could at least get it right." Gerard peels his eyes open at Frank's snide remark and damn him if he wasn't so fucking right about the smirk Frank's wearing. "Your hold is all wrong." Frank points out.
Before Gerard can even think of the million reasons why not to, he's glanced down to see Frank's "hold". Frank being Frank he hasn't even missed a beat, which isn't surprising considering the man can play a guitar on his head. Gerard is vaguely astounded that he hasn't fallen out of step either. Apparently it is possible for them to have this conversation while jerking off. It's kind of surreal.
6. Pete's mouth is already open to form an apology when he hears it. Mikey's moan. Throat deep and needy. The words die on Pete's lips as he takes in Mikey's face, the slack mouth, his glazed eyes. This is something else.
To make sure it's not a fluke, Pete does it again. He yanks roughly on Mikey's hair, hard enough to loosen a few strands, watching close, eyes devouring him. Mikey arches, body curling back, a new moan starting in his throat as he presses his groin into Pete. And it's not a fluke. No way. It's a fucking gift.
7. "What are you gonna do, Frank? You gonna tell Gerard?" Bert's voice is rough and dangerous, hot words pouring into Frank's ear. "What are you gonna tell him? That I hit you? Or that I kissed you?" Warm wet heat on Frank's ear now as Bert's lips latch onto it, sucking his pierced lobe and the gutteral moan Frank releases is completely involunary. He tries to tell himself it's the adrenaline, it's the rush from the fight, the heat that's coursing through him is simply rage. But when Bert shoves his hand between Frank and the wall, covering Frank's crotch with his palm, the evidence is all too clear.
8. There's a humming noise behind him and he turns to see the dark shiny wall is actually a window, with a black blind that is now slowly rolling upwards. As it retracts, he can see behind it, slowly being revealed, is the person he's paid for.
Bit by bit they're exposed, bare feet, tight jeans hugging ankles, calves, thighs. Studded belt. Tight black t-shirt stretched over the flat planes of a chest. Wait. Flat planes? He stares harder, not seeing any curves, any hips, any tits. It hits him fast. Where he is. The neighborhood he's in. The street he's on. Fuck. Fuck. He's just wasted ten bucks on a fucking guy?
9. Pete Wentz has indicated you are in a complicated relationship on Facebook. We need you to confirm that you are, in fact, in a complicated relationship with Pete. To confirm this relationship, follow the link below:
Mikey doesn't click the link. He just stares at it for a while. He reads the message again. It still doesn't make any sense.
He's never heard of a Pete Wentz. Not even vaguely.
10. Frank bites his lip, brow furrowing with worry. He reaches a tentative hand to Gerard's face, fingers brushing over his throbbing cheek. It's a feather-light touch but Gerard still winces and breathes in sharply. Frank pulls his hand back immediately.
"Sorry. Fuck, ouch. Who...?"
"Does it matter?" Gerard counters flatly. He's not even sure who. It happened so fast. All those jocks look the same anyway.
Any thoughts? Questions? Favourites? Anything motivating to say would be muchly appreciated. I'm gonna need all the help I can get.
Swiped from half my f-list: The WIP Meme: Post a little bit of each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
1. Three days later Gerard has to admit that Operation: Don't Think About Frank is a complete fucking failure.
It's not entirely his fault. Frank insisted on getting Gerard's cell number, even though he doesn't have his own phone. Hell, what Gerard has barely qualifies as a phone, it's an old brick on a pre-paid contract he has barely any credit on, so he never uses it.
He's very carefully not thinking about how warm Frank's skin is when he scrawls the number on Frank's forearm in sharpie. It's not a dating thing, far from it, Frank is going to need to contact him about the Pipeline gig. It's not like when a girl gives a guy his number and then fusses about when he's going to call. He tells himself all this and he mostly believes it. Part of him really, really hopes he's wrong. But it's the incredibly stupid part.
2. "I can uncuff you, but you gotta leave the door open. If you're shy and you want privacy I'm gonna have to chain you to the pipes. You understand right?"
3. Gerard's still staring at the monitors, seeing the scene play out in flashes on every camera angle. Not for the first time he feels an intense pride for his crew. He was so lucky to get Ray on this job. They went to film school together years ago, but Ray's star rose much faster than Gerard's. He embraced digital cameras at exactly the right moment, learning how they worked and how to seduce gorgeous images out of them while all the old school DP's were still married to film. When the studios started to switch to digital for budget and efficiency he was ready, with a list of credits as long as his arm and a showreel that could make you weep.
Ray DP'd five films in the space of time it took Gerard to direct and finish Bullets. He took a pay cut to work on Umbrella Academy, not just for Gerard but because he believed in the project. Gerard feels thankful for that every single day.
4. "It's just... I can't... Frank." It takes every ounce of Gerard's will to push Frank back, straightening his arms between them so they're separated. Then he's looking at Frank's face, lips all wet and kiss swollen, eyes hazy and shot. He looks so fucking good, so fucking hot Gerard's resolve starts to melt and all he wants to do is dive back in. But he can't be that person.
"I lied to you." There, it's out. He said it. He waits for Frank to pull away but he's still just staring waiting for the rest and Gerard has to fumble the words out, looking at Frank's shoulder because he just can't look at his face. "That CD I bought, it wasn't for my sister."
5. "You know if you're gonna steal my shit, you could at least get it right." Gerard peels his eyes open at Frank's snide remark and damn him if he wasn't so fucking right about the smirk Frank's wearing. "Your hold is all wrong." Frank points out.
Before Gerard can even think of the million reasons why not to, he's glanced down to see Frank's "hold". Frank being Frank he hasn't even missed a beat, which isn't surprising considering the man can play a guitar on his head. Gerard is vaguely astounded that he hasn't fallen out of step either. Apparently it is possible for them to have this conversation while jerking off. It's kind of surreal.
6. Pete's mouth is already open to form an apology when he hears it. Mikey's moan. Throat deep and needy. The words die on Pete's lips as he takes in Mikey's face, the slack mouth, his glazed eyes. This is something else.
To make sure it's not a fluke, Pete does it again. He yanks roughly on Mikey's hair, hard enough to loosen a few strands, watching close, eyes devouring him. Mikey arches, body curling back, a new moan starting in his throat as he presses his groin into Pete. And it's not a fluke. No way. It's a fucking gift.
7. "What are you gonna do, Frank? You gonna tell Gerard?" Bert's voice is rough and dangerous, hot words pouring into Frank's ear. "What are you gonna tell him? That I hit you? Or that I kissed you?" Warm wet heat on Frank's ear now as Bert's lips latch onto it, sucking his pierced lobe and the gutteral moan Frank releases is completely involunary. He tries to tell himself it's the adrenaline, it's the rush from the fight, the heat that's coursing through him is simply rage. But when Bert shoves his hand between Frank and the wall, covering Frank's crotch with his palm, the evidence is all too clear.
8. There's a humming noise behind him and he turns to see the dark shiny wall is actually a window, with a black blind that is now slowly rolling upwards. As it retracts, he can see behind it, slowly being revealed, is the person he's paid for.
Bit by bit they're exposed, bare feet, tight jeans hugging ankles, calves, thighs. Studded belt. Tight black t-shirt stretched over the flat planes of a chest. Wait. Flat planes? He stares harder, not seeing any curves, any hips, any tits. It hits him fast. Where he is. The neighborhood he's in. The street he's on. Fuck. Fuck. He's just wasted ten bucks on a fucking guy?
9. Pete Wentz has indicated you are in a complicated relationship on Facebook. We need you to confirm that you are, in fact, in a complicated relationship with Pete. To confirm this relationship, follow the link below:
Mikey doesn't click the link. He just stares at it for a while. He reads the message again. It still doesn't make any sense.
He's never heard of a Pete Wentz. Not even vaguely.
10. Frank bites his lip, brow furrowing with worry. He reaches a tentative hand to Gerard's face, fingers brushing over his throbbing cheek. It's a feather-light touch but Gerard still winces and breathes in sharply. Frank pulls his hand back immediately.
"Sorry. Fuck, ouch. Who...?"
"Does it matter?" Gerard counters flatly. He's not even sure who. It happened so fast. All those jocks look the same anyway.
Any thoughts? Questions? Favourites? Anything motivating to say would be muchly appreciated. I'm gonna need all the help I can get.