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I found this meme around, and thought I'd do it, hoping it might get me somewhere.
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
From a part of the next Will/Skandar/Anna, which I am just stuck on:
Skandar wakes up at that moment, momentarily distracting them both. Skandar yawns, stretches, rubs the sleep from his eyes. When he finally looks around he is greeted by the sight of a completely naked Will, on his knees (searching for boxers under the bed) and a completely naked Anna, in bed next to him. Anna, pulling back her hair to plait it, her breasts raised and bare, gives him a smile. Skandar blinks several times in succession and then stares fixedly at his hands.
"Yes," says Will, "we did."
"I remember, thanks," Skandar snaps.
Will grins, and then spots a pair of boxers underneath the other bed-God knows what they're doing there-and he makes a grab for them. Anna slides out of bed, still plaiting her hair, and Skandar turns a violent shade of pink at the sudden exposure of the rest of her body. He continues staring at his hands as if written on them is a complete set of instructions for how to deal with a situation like this one.
From a Drake/Josh that has gone off in a completely unexpected direction and I'm not sure how to fix:
"What're you doing?" Drake asked as he wandered into the room to see Josh angrily tearing the sheets off his bed.
"I spilled lemonade on my sheets," Josh snapped. "LEMONADE."
He scowled to himself as he bundled up his pillowcases and chucked them on the floor. He'd been hoping for a nice quiet evening, involving lots of curling up watching TV, and sipping lemonade while reading a good book in bed. Drake was supposed to be out on a date. He was not supposed to be standing there in their room, in his stupid tight jeans with his thumbs hooked into his belt loops and his stupid shiny hair hanging over his stupidly pretty eyes.
"So just wash the sheets," Drake shrugged.
"Don't infuriate me!" Josh shrieked, throwing his duvet cover onto the floor angrily.
With one look, Drake managed to tell Josh that not only did he not know what 'infuriate' meant, but also that he had a vague idea that it might mean something dirty. He sniggered and wiggled his eyebrows at him.
What the hell, thought Josh, and wiggled his eyebrows back.
"Dude, do you have some kind of weird facial tic that I didn't know about before?" Drake asked as he shrugged off his jacket and headed towards the couch.
From a post-DH Percy/George which just makes me want to cry every time I try writing it:
Percy crept further into the room, glancing around. A floor-length mirror on his left had been covered up with cardboard. The floor was covered in clothes and bits of paper and various other mess. He turned away and sat gingerly on the empty side of the bed, looking at his sleeping brother.
How was he supposed to do this? How was he supposed to wake George up from his dreams, where he was safe and happy, and bring him back into the real world where he was alone and Fred was never coming back? He cursed under his breath. Why had he come? He couldn't do this.
He was just about to stand up when George stirred, rolling over to face him. His eyes flickered open briefly, and he murmured "Fred…" and Percy felt his heart ache.
"It's Percy," he whispered softly, and George's eyelids fluttered once again.
"Percy?" There was a hint of surprise in George's voice, but nothing more.
"Mm-hm."
George shuffled closer, and Percy lifted his feet onto the bed, sinking down so that he was fully horizontal. George curled up closer to him, resting his head against the scratchy wool of his sweater vest. Percy carefully took off his glasses and found a space for them on the bedside table. He tentatively threaded his fingers through George's hair, and closed his eyes.
From a really weird Tony/Effy/Michelle that just never got started:
The time she really remembers was a few days after that. She'd come home from school early because there was no way in hell she was going to play hockey when it was raining the way it was, and she went upstairs to check if Tony was in because she was pretty sure he had a free period. She hadn't known what he was going to be doing with his free period, of course. She hadn't really thought anything until she opened the door, and she was so shocked she'd just stayed still for longer than she should have. Tony and Michelle were fucking on the bed.
She doesn't know why, but she kind of couldn't take her eyes off them. Michelle was all flushed like she was wearing too much blusher, and she was gripping the sheets so tightly in her fists that her knuckles had gone white. She had her head thrown back, her throat long and pale, her lips slightly parted and her eyelids slightly shut. Tony was on top of her, one of his hands on one of her breasts but it was hidden a little by the sheet, and he was thrusting and pushing and watching her like he'd never seen anything so beautiful. Effy felt her whole body flood with jealousy and she was glued to the spot until they saw her there.
Michelle had leapt up and covered herself to her neck with the duvet, and after Tony realised why, he'd just laughed and said, "She doesn't mind." But Michelle had glared at him and hissed "Yeah, well I do."
From a Tony/Sid/Michelle that just bothered me when it got to the smut, for some reason:
Tony nods almost proudly. "Yep," he says. He turns back to Michelle, who is opening her mouth and closing it repeatedly like a fish. "I got off with Sid a few weeks ago," he states, and waits for her reaction.
"What are you trying to do to me?" is all she says, sighing as she puts the back of her hand against her forehead.
"It was the night after we found Effy," Tony carries on like he hasn't even heard her. "We wanked each other off."
Michelle's eyes flicker slightly.
"Sid said he was thinking about you while I did it," Tony continues, giving Sid a sly sideways glance. "Thinking about both of us, actually, did you know he thinks about that a lot?"
Michelle says nothing, but she removes her hand from her forehead and looks at him.
"Thinks about the three of us fucking, he does," Tony says, looking fondly at Sid, "the dirty little bugger."
*sigh* I also have a Narnia RPS coming-out fic which involves Will coming out to various cast members and also having a crush on Skandar. But it keeps being too similar to the Percy one. It's so annoying how many ideas I have, but can't put down in words. Gah.
Also! This is random, but I found it funny. My new therapist's name is Effy. :) And whenever anyone says it I think of Effy from Skins, which is amusing because she's not quite right in the head, but shares her name with a therapist. What kind of a name is 'Effy', anyway? It's weird.
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
From a part of the next Will/Skandar/Anna, which I am just stuck on:
Skandar wakes up at that moment, momentarily distracting them both. Skandar yawns, stretches, rubs the sleep from his eyes. When he finally looks around he is greeted by the sight of a completely naked Will, on his knees (searching for boxers under the bed) and a completely naked Anna, in bed next to him. Anna, pulling back her hair to plait it, her breasts raised and bare, gives him a smile. Skandar blinks several times in succession and then stares fixedly at his hands.
"Yes," says Will, "we did."
"I remember, thanks," Skandar snaps.
Will grins, and then spots a pair of boxers underneath the other bed-God knows what they're doing there-and he makes a grab for them. Anna slides out of bed, still plaiting her hair, and Skandar turns a violent shade of pink at the sudden exposure of the rest of her body. He continues staring at his hands as if written on them is a complete set of instructions for how to deal with a situation like this one.
From a Drake/Josh that has gone off in a completely unexpected direction and I'm not sure how to fix:
"What're you doing?" Drake asked as he wandered into the room to see Josh angrily tearing the sheets off his bed.
"I spilled lemonade on my sheets," Josh snapped. "LEMONADE."
He scowled to himself as he bundled up his pillowcases and chucked them on the floor. He'd been hoping for a nice quiet evening, involving lots of curling up watching TV, and sipping lemonade while reading a good book in bed. Drake was supposed to be out on a date. He was not supposed to be standing there in their room, in his stupid tight jeans with his thumbs hooked into his belt loops and his stupid shiny hair hanging over his stupidly pretty eyes.
"So just wash the sheets," Drake shrugged.
"Don't infuriate me!" Josh shrieked, throwing his duvet cover onto the floor angrily.
With one look, Drake managed to tell Josh that not only did he not know what 'infuriate' meant, but also that he had a vague idea that it might mean something dirty. He sniggered and wiggled his eyebrows at him.
What the hell, thought Josh, and wiggled his eyebrows back.
"Dude, do you have some kind of weird facial tic that I didn't know about before?" Drake asked as he shrugged off his jacket and headed towards the couch.
From a post-DH Percy/George which just makes me want to cry every time I try writing it:
Percy crept further into the room, glancing around. A floor-length mirror on his left had been covered up with cardboard. The floor was covered in clothes and bits of paper and various other mess. He turned away and sat gingerly on the empty side of the bed, looking at his sleeping brother.
How was he supposed to do this? How was he supposed to wake George up from his dreams, where he was safe and happy, and bring him back into the real world where he was alone and Fred was never coming back? He cursed under his breath. Why had he come? He couldn't do this.
He was just about to stand up when George stirred, rolling over to face him. His eyes flickered open briefly, and he murmured "Fred…" and Percy felt his heart ache.
"It's Percy," he whispered softly, and George's eyelids fluttered once again.
"Percy?" There was a hint of surprise in George's voice, but nothing more.
"Mm-hm."
George shuffled closer, and Percy lifted his feet onto the bed, sinking down so that he was fully horizontal. George curled up closer to him, resting his head against the scratchy wool of his sweater vest. Percy carefully took off his glasses and found a space for them on the bedside table. He tentatively threaded his fingers through George's hair, and closed his eyes.
From a really weird Tony/Effy/Michelle that just never got started:
The time she really remembers was a few days after that. She'd come home from school early because there was no way in hell she was going to play hockey when it was raining the way it was, and she went upstairs to check if Tony was in because she was pretty sure he had a free period. She hadn't known what he was going to be doing with his free period, of course. She hadn't really thought anything until she opened the door, and she was so shocked she'd just stayed still for longer than she should have. Tony and Michelle were fucking on the bed.
She doesn't know why, but she kind of couldn't take her eyes off them. Michelle was all flushed like she was wearing too much blusher, and she was gripping the sheets so tightly in her fists that her knuckles had gone white. She had her head thrown back, her throat long and pale, her lips slightly parted and her eyelids slightly shut. Tony was on top of her, one of his hands on one of her breasts but it was hidden a little by the sheet, and he was thrusting and pushing and watching her like he'd never seen anything so beautiful. Effy felt her whole body flood with jealousy and she was glued to the spot until they saw her there.
Michelle had leapt up and covered herself to her neck with the duvet, and after Tony realised why, he'd just laughed and said, "She doesn't mind." But Michelle had glared at him and hissed "Yeah, well I do."
From a Tony/Sid/Michelle that just bothered me when it got to the smut, for some reason:
Tony nods almost proudly. "Yep," he says. He turns back to Michelle, who is opening her mouth and closing it repeatedly like a fish. "I got off with Sid a few weeks ago," he states, and waits for her reaction.
"What are you trying to do to me?" is all she says, sighing as she puts the back of her hand against her forehead.
"It was the night after we found Effy," Tony carries on like he hasn't even heard her. "We wanked each other off."
Michelle's eyes flicker slightly.
"Sid said he was thinking about you while I did it," Tony continues, giving Sid a sly sideways glance. "Thinking about both of us, actually, did you know he thinks about that a lot?"
Michelle says nothing, but she removes her hand from her forehead and looks at him.
"Thinks about the three of us fucking, he does," Tony says, looking fondly at Sid, "the dirty little bugger."
*sigh* I also have a Narnia RPS coming-out fic which involves Will coming out to various cast members and also having a crush on Skandar. But it keeps being too similar to the Percy one. It's so annoying how many ideas I have, but can't put down in words. Gah.
Also! This is random, but I found it funny. My new therapist's name is Effy. :) And whenever anyone says it I think of Effy from Skins, which is amusing because she's not quite right in the head, but shares her name with a therapist. What kind of a name is 'Effy', anyway? It's weird.