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lynzie914Because I’m bored and have a migraine, making it hard to actually write anything.
Meme: Post a sentence/paragraph from every WIP you can find. No explanations allowed, just excerpts. (I may have stretched the sentence/paragraph thing sometimes)
+“I have a present for you.” Zod said grinning at her. She hated when he smiled at her like that. It never meant anything good. “You can keep it. I don’t want anything from you.” She told him, fighting down the urge to step farther away from him. It wouldn’t do anything. He would be next to her within seconds and it would only show weakness. But the desire to run away from him still hadn’t lessened. It was still a struggle to remain calm in his presence. She wished he didn’t scare her. She wished that she held some semblance of power in this situation. But she knew she didn’t. Stripped of her kryptonite weapons there was nothing she could do to hurt him.
+ He was watching her strangely, as though he was trying to figure something out. She had seen him look at Dean that way before, when he did something stupid and human in an attempt to save someone and Castiel couldn’t understand why. She had seen him look at Sam that way when he had stood up for humans who had made mistakes, when he had tried to explain to him what about the world was worth saving. It unnerved her to see him looking at her like that now.
+ Why? Why did she like it there? Why did she keep coming back to this same bar? There were plenty of them to choose from. Ones much nicer and in better neighborhoods. Ones she was more familiar with from her college years. But instead she kept coming back to this one. Her old routine had been going to Isis every day, and before that the Planet, coming back to Jimmy or Lois every night. In between making time for Clark to help save the world. This was her new routine. Days alone, spent chasing after memories and nights spent trying to chase them away. And maybe that was the answer. Chloe Sullivan didn’t drink whiskey or scotch, she drank fruity things with umbrellas. Chloe Sullivan didn’t drink herself into a stupor, she knew when she had had enough. Chloe Sullivan didn’t come to a bar every night, wasn’t familiar enough with the bartender for him to place a drink in front of her before she had a chance to order. Chloe Sullivan wasn’t that type of girl. “Because I know I shouldn’t be here.”
+“Isn’t this what you wanted? My co-workers hating me, Lois thinking I’m a hypocrite for ever judging her relationship with Grant, Clark not able to look me in the eye. I have no one left to turn to but you. So you win Lex, you have me completely at your mercy. What are you gonna do with me?”
+“Then why are you so worried?” “I am not worried; I’m concerned about the possible outcome of this decision.” “Dude, you’re worried.” “Angels do not worry, Dean.” “Well, apparently they do. Or at least they do when it comes to cute stubborn blondes.” Dean said, his head turning to where Chloe was crouched in the bushes with Sam nearby. She glanced over in their direction and grinned excitedly. She had been looking forward to this hunt for a while now. She had been buzzing all over the hotel room the whole day, according to Dean acting as though she had had a whole pot of coffee.
+“Do you think I could buy you a beer? It’s not much, but it will make me feel a little bit better about it.” It wasn’t what he normally would have done. He wasn’t the type to accept help willingly and he certainly wasn’t the type to say thank you, even if the person deserved it. He preferred to avoid those he felt he owed things too. “I…Yeah, I guess that would be okay.” He came back with a beer a few minutes later, part of him surprised that she was still there. She didn’t look like she wanted to be. He knew it would probably be better if he just left her alone, if he gave her the beer, made polite conversation and then just walked away, but he couldn’t. There was something familiar about her, something that interested him in a way no one had in a long time and he just couldn’t walk away without trying to get some answers.
+“That is unnecessary.” He said, “Human methods will do nothing for my vessel’s injuries.” “Maybe not, but she’ll do it anyways.” Dean told him. Castiel looked between him and where Chloe was sitting with Sam, laughing at something as she taped the gauze around his shoulder. He looked nervous suddenly, like the situation wasn’t something he knew how to handle, like he was afraid to admit he wanted to experience care and affection. Dean had seen Castiel face demons, seen him face down fellow angels without flinching, but it was the attention of a tiny blonde that undid him.
+“Hey, you okay?” Chloe asked. She was wearing that smile, the one that made him think she could be the one to understand him, to support him, to help fix him. The smile that made him think that maybe she could really love him, all of him. The good and the bad, she would love him despite everything that he had done because she was the type of person who could forgive anything. But he could never let that happen. Winchesters only brought pain and death to the women they loved. He wouldn’t let that happen to her. He would rather suffer through the pain of never having her, than experience the pain of having her and losing her. He didn’t think he could survive that.
+“Lois, how many times do I have to tell you that the key I gave you is for emergencies only? When you want to come over you’re supposed to call or at the very least knock.” She had really thought her cousin had learned her lesson about the door being locked for a reason when she walked in on her and Oliver in a horizontal position. It had resulted in no one being able to look anyone in the eye for a week, including Clark who hadn’t been there but had gotten a very vivid and graphic play by play via Lois. Well, at least she and Oliver where wearing clothes this time, granted not much, but it was better than nothing. “Well knocking would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?” Came a deep voice that didn’t belong to Lois. Oh god, please let that be a burglar and not who she thought it was.
+ “Look Chlo, if all you want from Oliver is some fun, then that’s fine and I’ll support you one hundred percent because if there’s anyone who deserves fun, it’s you. And I saw you with Ollie, I saw how happy he made you and I love him for that alone. But, you don’t do casual baby cuz. It’s just not who you are. You give yourself whole-heartedly, you wear your heart on your sleeve and when you fall you fall hard. And a whole bunch of other clichés I can’t think of. That’s who are.” Lois told her, “And it’s one of the best things about you.”
+“Did you love him?” “No, no I didn’t love him. But back then, there was a side of him that…Lex may be a monster now, but back then he was a good guy.”
+“I have his key card and his cell phone. You want to come get them before he catches me, Impulse. This dress doesn’t really allow for a lot of places to hide things.” “I noticed.” You could hear Bart’s grin over the com. “Stop picturing where I might hide them and come and take them. He’s coming back.”
+“You know, I have a fireplace back in my place if you want to head back there. Though I think I can think of some better things that aren’t in the song to do in front of it.” “You Mr. Queen have a very dirty mind. Somebody’s going to end up on the naughty list.” “I don’t mind as long as your name’s on the list under mine.” “Under?” Chloe asked raising an eyebrow at him, “Why not on top?” “Hmmm…I like the way you think.” He said, lowering his mouth to hers.
+ Tess landed on her hard and heavy, as she held her wrists tightly above her head. “You left your right side wide open.” She said, her eyes connecting with Chloe’s. “If you were fighting with someone who really wanted to hurt you they could have done much worse than this.” “Aren’t I fighting someone that really wants to hurt me?” Chloe asked scoffing a little as she looked away. “I only want to hurt you when you’re prattling along or when you look at me with that judgy face you like to use so often. I actually rather like you like this,” Tess said, her eyes skimming down Chloe’s body and back up to where she still had hold of her wrists. “At my mercy.”
+ “I, uhh…Are you asking me out?” She asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, or I was trying to at least.” Oliver said smiling at her. “Oh.” “You really didn’t see where I was going with this?” He asked. She looked honestly surprised with the turn the conversation had taken. “No. Not even a little.” She told him. She replayed the conversation they had been having in her mind, trying to figure out signals she might have missed. I mean, he had been flirting a little, but he was Oliver Queen; he flirted with everyone. It was part of who he was. Had she flirted back? She didn’t remember flirting back. Not purposely.
+ “Lex.” It was supposed to come out questioning. It was supposed to make him stop and talk to her. Instead it came out a whimper that only served to egg him on further. One of his hands slipped out for underneath her shirt, trailing down her body to snake her leg around his. She gasped again, feeling his hard length against her center, a rush of pleasure washing over her. And suddenly thoughts about trying to figure out what was happening didn’t seem to matter as much.
Some of these might not get finished but there are plans for most of them to get finished at some point. Some much sooner than others. As you can see my muse likes to come up with ideas, and then run away before I can finish them. Feel free to ask questions, it might get my muse going.
Meme: Post a sentence/paragraph from every WIP you can find. No explanations allowed, just excerpts. (I may have stretched the sentence/paragraph thing sometimes)
+“I have a present for you.” Zod said grinning at her. She hated when he smiled at her like that. It never meant anything good. “You can keep it. I don’t want anything from you.” She told him, fighting down the urge to step farther away from him. It wouldn’t do anything. He would be next to her within seconds and it would only show weakness. But the desire to run away from him still hadn’t lessened. It was still a struggle to remain calm in his presence. She wished he didn’t scare her. She wished that she held some semblance of power in this situation. But she knew she didn’t. Stripped of her kryptonite weapons there was nothing she could do to hurt him.
+ He was watching her strangely, as though he was trying to figure something out. She had seen him look at Dean that way before, when he did something stupid and human in an attempt to save someone and Castiel couldn’t understand why. She had seen him look at Sam that way when he had stood up for humans who had made mistakes, when he had tried to explain to him what about the world was worth saving. It unnerved her to see him looking at her like that now.
+ Why? Why did she like it there? Why did she keep coming back to this same bar? There were plenty of them to choose from. Ones much nicer and in better neighborhoods. Ones she was more familiar with from her college years. But instead she kept coming back to this one. Her old routine had been going to Isis every day, and before that the Planet, coming back to Jimmy or Lois every night. In between making time for Clark to help save the world. This was her new routine. Days alone, spent chasing after memories and nights spent trying to chase them away. And maybe that was the answer. Chloe Sullivan didn’t drink whiskey or scotch, she drank fruity things with umbrellas. Chloe Sullivan didn’t drink herself into a stupor, she knew when she had had enough. Chloe Sullivan didn’t come to a bar every night, wasn’t familiar enough with the bartender for him to place a drink in front of her before she had a chance to order. Chloe Sullivan wasn’t that type of girl. “Because I know I shouldn’t be here.”
+“Isn’t this what you wanted? My co-workers hating me, Lois thinking I’m a hypocrite for ever judging her relationship with Grant, Clark not able to look me in the eye. I have no one left to turn to but you. So you win Lex, you have me completely at your mercy. What are you gonna do with me?”
+“Then why are you so worried?” “I am not worried; I’m concerned about the possible outcome of this decision.” “Dude, you’re worried.” “Angels do not worry, Dean.” “Well, apparently they do. Or at least they do when it comes to cute stubborn blondes.” Dean said, his head turning to where Chloe was crouched in the bushes with Sam nearby. She glanced over in their direction and grinned excitedly. She had been looking forward to this hunt for a while now. She had been buzzing all over the hotel room the whole day, according to Dean acting as though she had had a whole pot of coffee.
+“Do you think I could buy you a beer? It’s not much, but it will make me feel a little bit better about it.” It wasn’t what he normally would have done. He wasn’t the type to accept help willingly and he certainly wasn’t the type to say thank you, even if the person deserved it. He preferred to avoid those he felt he owed things too. “I…Yeah, I guess that would be okay.” He came back with a beer a few minutes later, part of him surprised that she was still there. She didn’t look like she wanted to be. He knew it would probably be better if he just left her alone, if he gave her the beer, made polite conversation and then just walked away, but he couldn’t. There was something familiar about her, something that interested him in a way no one had in a long time and he just couldn’t walk away without trying to get some answers.
+“That is unnecessary.” He said, “Human methods will do nothing for my vessel’s injuries.” “Maybe not, but she’ll do it anyways.” Dean told him. Castiel looked between him and where Chloe was sitting with Sam, laughing at something as she taped the gauze around his shoulder. He looked nervous suddenly, like the situation wasn’t something he knew how to handle, like he was afraid to admit he wanted to experience care and affection. Dean had seen Castiel face demons, seen him face down fellow angels without flinching, but it was the attention of a tiny blonde that undid him.
+“Hey, you okay?” Chloe asked. She was wearing that smile, the one that made him think she could be the one to understand him, to support him, to help fix him. The smile that made him think that maybe she could really love him, all of him. The good and the bad, she would love him despite everything that he had done because she was the type of person who could forgive anything. But he could never let that happen. Winchesters only brought pain and death to the women they loved. He wouldn’t let that happen to her. He would rather suffer through the pain of never having her, than experience the pain of having her and losing her. He didn’t think he could survive that.
+“Lois, how many times do I have to tell you that the key I gave you is for emergencies only? When you want to come over you’re supposed to call or at the very least knock.” She had really thought her cousin had learned her lesson about the door being locked for a reason when she walked in on her and Oliver in a horizontal position. It had resulted in no one being able to look anyone in the eye for a week, including Clark who hadn’t been there but had gotten a very vivid and graphic play by play via Lois. Well, at least she and Oliver where wearing clothes this time, granted not much, but it was better than nothing. “Well knocking would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?” Came a deep voice that didn’t belong to Lois. Oh god, please let that be a burglar and not who she thought it was.
+ “Look Chlo, if all you want from Oliver is some fun, then that’s fine and I’ll support you one hundred percent because if there’s anyone who deserves fun, it’s you. And I saw you with Ollie, I saw how happy he made you and I love him for that alone. But, you don’t do casual baby cuz. It’s just not who you are. You give yourself whole-heartedly, you wear your heart on your sleeve and when you fall you fall hard. And a whole bunch of other clichés I can’t think of. That’s who are.” Lois told her, “And it’s one of the best things about you.”
+“Did you love him?” “No, no I didn’t love him. But back then, there was a side of him that…Lex may be a monster now, but back then he was a good guy.”
+“I have his key card and his cell phone. You want to come get them before he catches me, Impulse. This dress doesn’t really allow for a lot of places to hide things.” “I noticed.” You could hear Bart’s grin over the com. “Stop picturing where I might hide them and come and take them. He’s coming back.”
+“You know, I have a fireplace back in my place if you want to head back there. Though I think I can think of some better things that aren’t in the song to do in front of it.” “You Mr. Queen have a very dirty mind. Somebody’s going to end up on the naughty list.” “I don’t mind as long as your name’s on the list under mine.” “Under?” Chloe asked raising an eyebrow at him, “Why not on top?” “Hmmm…I like the way you think.” He said, lowering his mouth to hers.
+ Tess landed on her hard and heavy, as she held her wrists tightly above her head. “You left your right side wide open.” She said, her eyes connecting with Chloe’s. “If you were fighting with someone who really wanted to hurt you they could have done much worse than this.” “Aren’t I fighting someone that really wants to hurt me?” Chloe asked scoffing a little as she looked away. “I only want to hurt you when you’re prattling along or when you look at me with that judgy face you like to use so often. I actually rather like you like this,” Tess said, her eyes skimming down Chloe’s body and back up to where she still had hold of her wrists. “At my mercy.”
+ “I, uhh…Are you asking me out?” She asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, or I was trying to at least.” Oliver said smiling at her. “Oh.” “You really didn’t see where I was going with this?” He asked. She looked honestly surprised with the turn the conversation had taken. “No. Not even a little.” She told him. She replayed the conversation they had been having in her mind, trying to figure out signals she might have missed. I mean, he had been flirting a little, but he was Oliver Queen; he flirted with everyone. It was part of who he was. Had she flirted back? She didn’t remember flirting back. Not purposely.
+ “Lex.” It was supposed to come out questioning. It was supposed to make him stop and talk to her. Instead it came out a whimper that only served to egg him on further. One of his hands slipped out for underneath her shirt, trailing down her body to snake her leg around his. She gasped again, feeling his hard length against her center, a rush of pleasure washing over her. And suddenly thoughts about trying to figure out what was happening didn’t seem to matter as much.
Some of these might not get finished but there are plans for most of them to get finished at some point. Some much sooner than others. As you can see my muse likes to come up with ideas, and then run away before I can finish them. Feel free to ask questions, it might get my muse going.
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Date: 2011-02-25 01:08 am (UTC)*bribes your muses with ice cream and pie* ;D
I hope your migraine goes away too! *hugs*
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Date: 2011-02-25 01:34 am (UTC)I love any Chlo-Lo moments I can sneak in. They just get each other better than most. And yes my muse and I both really want a Chlex story, it just hasn't come out yet. And the ninth one, I'll help your curiousity out with. That would be Gabe, who has yet to meet Oliver. XD
Ooooh, ice cream and pie. That would defenitely work on me, Maybe it will work on my muses too.
*hugs you back* Thank you, hopefully medicine will kick in soon.
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Date: 2011-02-26 10:27 pm (UTC)Agreed. I appreciate you throwing them in. ♥
That would be Gabe, who has yet to meet Oliver. XD
OMG! Do want that one. Clark had to deal with Lois's dad ... it's a shame we never saw Ollie meet Gabe.
*offers coffee too* (That should get your Chloe muse anyway)
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Date: 2011-02-28 04:29 am (UTC)If it works into a plot, then there will always be a Chlo-Lo scene. Especially in Chlollie stories, because that's just the way it seem to work out. XD
LOL, its on my list. My, as you can see, long list. Right now I just have the first meeting of Gabe, I don't know if it'll expand beyond that. LOL, it really is a shame. I always love the meeting the parents storyline. And really any Gabe appearence in a story makes me happy, because there's just not enough of it out there. Poor Gabe.
Haha, coffee, pie, and ice cream. That should hopefully get several muses working. XD
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Date: 2011-02-25 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-25 01:41 am (UTC)There is a Chlean one in there, but I don't think its the one your thinking of, because he's never actually mentioned. There are two other Winchesters though up there too, though John isn't for a potential romance unless the story takes a very unexpected turn I don't know about yet. And one Chastiel might get done soon, because its for a landcomm and due the 28th if I can actually get it done. So that's something. XD
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Date: 2011-02-25 03:24 pm (UTC)And can NOT wait for the Chlean and Chastiel one. *bribes your muse with naked Dean, Sam and Ollie with whipped cream and cherry on top*
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Date: 2011-02-26 06:59 pm (UTC)LOL, we might lose my muse to their very own dreamworld with that. XD