my tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody
I went to see The Hunger Games today. Which was AMAZING. I haven't read the books (yet) so I was totally unspoilt. I don't usually cry at films - I didn't cry once at War Horse, which is apparently a weird reaction - so it was great fun to be sitting in the cinema, sobbing my little heart out.
And now, a meme:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current wip.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines/sentences - and post them as they’re written.
As I have only ever one had only one current WIP (otherwise known as the first day I started writing fic. Presumably) have a few of these:
From the so far 40k Jesse Eisenberg's Summer Vacation fic
“You’re tired?” Andrew asks, touching Jesse’s hair and trying and failing to get some of his curls to stay behind his ear. “Did I wear you out?”
Jesse pinches him because he can’t think what else to do. Andrew squirms, but he moves closer not further away, slotting them together so that somehow, Jesse face is pressed into Andrew’s chest, the thin material of his shirt scratchy against Jesse’s cheek.
“Don’t you have to go soon?” Jesse asks. “What time do you need to get to training?”
Andrew keeps playing with his hair. “Let me worry about that,” he says. “You deserve a nap, since some terrible boy woke you up so early.”
From the fic where Phil randomly acquires a kitten
Clint pulls back the comforter and stares. It’s maybe not a very good stare because he’s slept all the hours in the world and his eyes are kind of gummed together.
“Sugar, I thought we were going to talk it through before we adopted,” he drawls.
Phil levels him Unimpressed Glare #27. “It’s not mine, I’m just minding it.”
“For who?” Clint asks, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. The kitten is curled into the crook of Phil’s arm, squinting up at him like he’s God. At least it has good taste, Clint supposes.
Phil mutters something that sounds a lot like, “SHIELD,” and all of a sudden, Clint’s more awake.
“Wait,” he says slowly, starting to grin. “Is that an alien kitten? Are you cuddling an alien kitten?”
Another Clint/Phil fic - they drink a lot of coffee and are secretly married?
“I’ll have a no-fat, double whip, double shot, venti macchiato,” Tony sniffs.
Jen raises her eyebrows. “I have skim milk?” she offers. “And some chocolate sprinkles.”
The look Tony’s wearing now clearly says, Barton, why have you brought me to this godforsaken place? “That’s fine,” he says faintly.
Jen looks up and smirks when she catches Clint’s eye. Clint winks. This is totally his favourite coffee place forever.
The Clint/Phil fic that started as a high school AU and now... isn't
Clint curls his hands in the hems of his jeans. “I kind of - . When we were kids, I wanted you so much. It was so stupid; I really thought I’d get you.”
You can have me, Phil thinks but doesn’t say. “But you don’t want me any more?” Talking about this is embarrassing and painful but Clint’s worth not getting it wrong.
Clint’s eyes widen, big and desperate, before he locks it down. “I don’t wish for things any more,” is what he says.
Phil/Clint fic where there is paperwork and then car sex and then teaminess
“We should get back,” Phil says, sitting back and buttoning his jacket closed.
Clint frowns. “I was going to take you for ice cream,” he says, “and also get you off.”
Phil’s hard-on has calmed now and he’s enjoying the promising little throbs every time he shifts. “Save it for the end of the week,” he says. “I plan to spend the whole weekend in bed.”
“With me?” Clint asks, raising his eyebrows.
Phil looks at him levelly. “Unless I get any better offers.”
Clint smirks. “Buckle up,” he says and turns the car back on.
There are about a million more but if you've made it this far, you deserve a medal, so I'll stop.
This entry was also posted here on Dreamwidth where there are
comments. Feel free to comment on either entry.
And now, a meme:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current wip.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines/sentences - and post them as they’re written.
As I have only ever one had only one current WIP (otherwise known as the first day I started writing fic. Presumably) have a few of these:
From the so far 40k Jesse Eisenberg's Summer Vacation fic
“You’re tired?” Andrew asks, touching Jesse’s hair and trying and failing to get some of his curls to stay behind his ear. “Did I wear you out?”
Jesse pinches him because he can’t think what else to do. Andrew squirms, but he moves closer not further away, slotting them together so that somehow, Jesse face is pressed into Andrew’s chest, the thin material of his shirt scratchy against Jesse’s cheek.
“Don’t you have to go soon?” Jesse asks. “What time do you need to get to training?”
Andrew keeps playing with his hair. “Let me worry about that,” he says. “You deserve a nap, since some terrible boy woke you up so early.”
From the fic where Phil randomly acquires a kitten
Clint pulls back the comforter and stares. It’s maybe not a very good stare because he’s slept all the hours in the world and his eyes are kind of gummed together.
“Sugar, I thought we were going to talk it through before we adopted,” he drawls.
Phil levels him Unimpressed Glare #27. “It’s not mine, I’m just minding it.”
“For who?” Clint asks, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. The kitten is curled into the crook of Phil’s arm, squinting up at him like he’s God. At least it has good taste, Clint supposes.
Phil mutters something that sounds a lot like, “SHIELD,” and all of a sudden, Clint’s more awake.
“Wait,” he says slowly, starting to grin. “Is that an alien kitten? Are you cuddling an alien kitten?”
Another Clint/Phil fic - they drink a lot of coffee and are secretly married?
“I’ll have a no-fat, double whip, double shot, venti macchiato,” Tony sniffs.
Jen raises her eyebrows. “I have skim milk?” she offers. “And some chocolate sprinkles.”
The look Tony’s wearing now clearly says, Barton, why have you brought me to this godforsaken place? “That’s fine,” he says faintly.
Jen looks up and smirks when she catches Clint’s eye. Clint winks. This is totally his favourite coffee place forever.
The Clint/Phil fic that started as a high school AU and now... isn't
Clint curls his hands in the hems of his jeans. “I kind of - . When we were kids, I wanted you so much. It was so stupid; I really thought I’d get you.”
You can have me, Phil thinks but doesn’t say. “But you don’t want me any more?” Talking about this is embarrassing and painful but Clint’s worth not getting it wrong.
Clint’s eyes widen, big and desperate, before he locks it down. “I don’t wish for things any more,” is what he says.
Phil/Clint fic where there is paperwork and then car sex and then teaminess
“We should get back,” Phil says, sitting back and buttoning his jacket closed.
Clint frowns. “I was going to take you for ice cream,” he says, “and also get you off.”
Phil’s hard-on has calmed now and he’s enjoying the promising little throbs every time he shifts. “Save it for the end of the week,” he says. “I plan to spend the whole weekend in bed.”
“With me?” Clint asks, raising his eyebrows.
Phil looks at him levelly. “Unless I get any better offers.”
Clint smirks. “Buckle up,” he says and turns the car back on.
There are about a million more but if you've made it this far, you deserve a medal, so I'll stop.
This entry was also posted here on Dreamwidth where there are
comments. Feel free to comment on either entry.