WIP Meme!!!!
Post a sentence (or two [or entire paragraphs?]) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
Walking a fine line here between peaking your interest and not giving too much away... I kind of want to give some explanation/background for some of these (and for others I don't want to say anything!) Maybe I'll give some more detail in the comments. Anyway, here we go....
1.
“What do you mean where did I think he was? He’s in Vancouver on a fucking yoga retreat! He showed me the brochure! It looks terrible!”
Zoe furrowed her brow again. “A yoga retreat? Wait a second… Chris…do you think you’re…dogsitting Noah?”
“I am dogsitting Noah.”
“Chris.” Zoe reached across the table and put a gentle hand on his arm. “Okay, look. This is going to sound really weird, but…what do you think today’s date is?”
2.
“Check this out, Bones,” he said with a grin, pulling up an image file on the PADD. Bones rolled over lazily until he lay on his stomach next to Jim, their bare shoulders just brushing as they looked at the PADD together. “I found this picture of the Rynazian council. Talk about a good looking government.” He zoomed in on what appeared to be a set of identical Rynazian females. “These are the princess’s handmaidens. Twins, Bones! Look at this, they’re practically eye-fucking the holo-cam. I bet they’re kinky as shit. What do you think?”
Bones rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, Jim. I don’t think they’re really my type.”
“Alright, I see how it is. Maybe you’d prefer the princess herself?” He zoomed in on a tall, regal looking female. “I was gonna go for her first, but I guess I could let you have a chance. Or, wait, would you prefer her brother? The males aren’t as good looking, sadly, but if that’s what you’re in the mood for, I say you should go for it.”
“Jim,” Bones started, then he paused, unsure of exactly what he was planning to say. Jim looked at him, waiting. “I appreciate what you’re doing, really, but I don’t think I’m really interested in other…”
“Species?” Jim supplied helpfully.
“Other anything.”
3.
“You lied for me Spock? I guess you’re not such a freak after all.”
“Only to prevent you from getting into trouble. It would not serve to have you ejected from our team, either. Still, I do not feel that this game is a true test of our skills, and I would appreciate if you would refrain from using similarly devious strategies in the future, as I believe that we can win on our own merits.”
Jim stared at him for a moment, attempting to process all of the long words. When he finally figured out what Spock was saying, he nodded once. “Fine. I won’t do it again.”
Spock nodded. “That is acceptable.”
4.
He momentarily entertained the thought of getting up and leaving, of finding another bar, his comfort zone. He shook his head at the thought and held back a sob. This was ridiculous. Would he really rather be passed out on a dirty floor after fucking some jock than here, on a comfortable couch, with tea and kindness and the possibility of a future?
5.
“I’m sorry? What did you say?”
“Sorry Spock, I know there’s no such thing as magic, I just mean that Jim Kirk has a way of making everything he touches work for him. As much as I hate - really hate - to admit it.”
“I meant…did you say Jim Kirk?”
“Yeah. You know. The 'captain' of today’s simulation. You may have seen him before, seeing as it’s his third time taking the freaking thing.”
“I had seen him, but I did not know…” Of course, there was no proof that it was the same Jim Kirk, that it was his Jim Kirk, but-
SEQUELS
6.
“Bones! I am shocked! What disrespect for the theater!”
“Are we going to talk about disrespecting each other’s professions now?”
“Technically your current profession is getting trashed and watching Judge Judy.”
“And fucking the living daylights out of Jim Kirk.”
“You’re an expert in your field.”
“I think I need more professional development.”
“I can offer you some advanced training courses.”
7.
"I thought that once I finally got my hands on your cock - literally and figuratively - that i would get it out of my system, you know? That I would be able to move on with my life without thinking of your massive cock 24 hours a day."
"And?"
"And I was wrong. It's even worse now. Is it possible to think about something for 25 hours a day?"
8.
Zach leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I want to ride you like a fucking cowboy."
Chris choked on his beer and kicked Zach under the table.
9.
"Uh huh. Sweetie, what's the last thing you remember at the club?" Zach heard her say "ow!" and then a hissed "don't act like you don't wanna know" to someone on her end of the phone.
Zach squeezed his eyes shut. "I don't wanna talk about it."
He could hear Zoe putting her hand over the speaker, which didn't at all prevent him from hearing her say, rather smugly, he thought, "Zach remembers."
"Thanks for your support," he said drily. "And in answer to your and Karl's inevitable question, Chris remembers too."
"Chris remembers! Awww!"
"Fuck you both. Now if you'll excuse me, I believe I need to sleep for approximately 18 more hours before this hangover wears off." He hit end and slammed the phone back onto the bedside table.
10.
"Hey Scotty," he began cheerfully. "So, remember that party we had last month?"
"Does anyone?" Scotty asked, looking doubtful. "I mean, I remember bits of it, of course." Looking directly at Spock, he put his hands above his head, went up on tip toes and spun in a circle, quietly singing, "la la la la."
Spock looked murderous. "Captain, I do not see how I can be expected to put up with this..."
Kirk cut him off. "I know, Spock, I know." He shook a finger at Scotty. "Come on, what did I tell everyone about making fun of Spock?"
"Oh right," said Scotty, disappointed.
"Remember, Spock?" said Jim, nudging him with an elbow, "I do look out for you."
"I suppose. However, I still do not believe that a ship wide announcement was entirely necessary."
***
Also upcoming:
Pintofest Fic!
Fic for picaresque_trek (Yeah, I should probably start that one...)
Walking a fine line here between peaking your interest and not giving too much away... I kind of want to give some explanation/background for some of these (and for others I don't want to say anything!) Maybe I'll give some more detail in the comments. Anyway, here we go....
1.
“What do you mean where did I think he was? He’s in Vancouver on a fucking yoga retreat! He showed me the brochure! It looks terrible!”
Zoe furrowed her brow again. “A yoga retreat? Wait a second… Chris…do you think you’re…dogsitting Noah?”
“I am dogsitting Noah.”
“Chris.” Zoe reached across the table and put a gentle hand on his arm. “Okay, look. This is going to sound really weird, but…what do you think today’s date is?”
2.
“Check this out, Bones,” he said with a grin, pulling up an image file on the PADD. Bones rolled over lazily until he lay on his stomach next to Jim, their bare shoulders just brushing as they looked at the PADD together. “I found this picture of the Rynazian council. Talk about a good looking government.” He zoomed in on what appeared to be a set of identical Rynazian females. “These are the princess’s handmaidens. Twins, Bones! Look at this, they’re practically eye-fucking the holo-cam. I bet they’re kinky as shit. What do you think?”
Bones rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, Jim. I don’t think they’re really my type.”
“Alright, I see how it is. Maybe you’d prefer the princess herself?” He zoomed in on a tall, regal looking female. “I was gonna go for her first, but I guess I could let you have a chance. Or, wait, would you prefer her brother? The males aren’t as good looking, sadly, but if that’s what you’re in the mood for, I say you should go for it.”
“Jim,” Bones started, then he paused, unsure of exactly what he was planning to say. Jim looked at him, waiting. “I appreciate what you’re doing, really, but I don’t think I’m really interested in other…”
“Species?” Jim supplied helpfully.
“Other anything.”
3.
“You lied for me Spock? I guess you’re not such a freak after all.”
“Only to prevent you from getting into trouble. It would not serve to have you ejected from our team, either. Still, I do not feel that this game is a true test of our skills, and I would appreciate if you would refrain from using similarly devious strategies in the future, as I believe that we can win on our own merits.”
Jim stared at him for a moment, attempting to process all of the long words. When he finally figured out what Spock was saying, he nodded once. “Fine. I won’t do it again.”
Spock nodded. “That is acceptable.”
4.
He momentarily entertained the thought of getting up and leaving, of finding another bar, his comfort zone. He shook his head at the thought and held back a sob. This was ridiculous. Would he really rather be passed out on a dirty floor after fucking some jock than here, on a comfortable couch, with tea and kindness and the possibility of a future?
5.
“I’m sorry? What did you say?”
“Sorry Spock, I know there’s no such thing as magic, I just mean that Jim Kirk has a way of making everything he touches work for him. As much as I hate - really hate - to admit it.”
“I meant…did you say Jim Kirk?”
“Yeah. You know. The 'captain' of today’s simulation. You may have seen him before, seeing as it’s his third time taking the freaking thing.”
“I had seen him, but I did not know…” Of course, there was no proof that it was the same Jim Kirk, that it was his Jim Kirk, but-
SEQUELS
6.
“Bones! I am shocked! What disrespect for the theater!”
“Are we going to talk about disrespecting each other’s professions now?”
“Technically your current profession is getting trashed and watching Judge Judy.”
“And fucking the living daylights out of Jim Kirk.”
“You’re an expert in your field.”
“I think I need more professional development.”
“I can offer you some advanced training courses.”
7.
"I thought that once I finally got my hands on your cock - literally and figuratively - that i would get it out of my system, you know? That I would be able to move on with my life without thinking of your massive cock 24 hours a day."
"And?"
"And I was wrong. It's even worse now. Is it possible to think about something for 25 hours a day?"
8.
Zach leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I want to ride you like a fucking cowboy."
Chris choked on his beer and kicked Zach under the table.
9.
"Uh huh. Sweetie, what's the last thing you remember at the club?" Zach heard her say "ow!" and then a hissed "don't act like you don't wanna know" to someone on her end of the phone.
Zach squeezed his eyes shut. "I don't wanna talk about it."
He could hear Zoe putting her hand over the speaker, which didn't at all prevent him from hearing her say, rather smugly, he thought, "Zach remembers."
"Thanks for your support," he said drily. "And in answer to your and Karl's inevitable question, Chris remembers too."
"Chris remembers! Awww!"
"Fuck you both. Now if you'll excuse me, I believe I need to sleep for approximately 18 more hours before this hangover wears off." He hit end and slammed the phone back onto the bedside table.
10.
"Hey Scotty," he began cheerfully. "So, remember that party we had last month?"
"Does anyone?" Scotty asked, looking doubtful. "I mean, I remember bits of it, of course." Looking directly at Spock, he put his hands above his head, went up on tip toes and spun in a circle, quietly singing, "la la la la."
Spock looked murderous. "Captain, I do not see how I can be expected to put up with this..."
Kirk cut him off. "I know, Spock, I know." He shook a finger at Scotty. "Come on, what did I tell everyone about making fun of Spock?"
"Oh right," said Scotty, disappointed.
"Remember, Spock?" said Jim, nudging him with an elbow, "I do look out for you."
"I suppose. However, I still do not believe that a ship wide announcement was entirely necessary."
***
Also upcoming:
Pintofest Fic!
Fic for picaresque_trek (Yeah, I should probably start that one...)