Random Lines Meme
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shanachie_quillI asked seven people for help in picking my stories for this (which I snagged from wings128)
When you see this, share 3 random lines from 3 WIPs.
And since I can’t pick 3 random ones, I had them each pick 5 stories. And I’m going to share a couple of lines from each… since a few of them were repeated multiple times. And no most of them had no clue they were picking the same stories!
I’m not going to tell you what they picked, nor am I going to tell you what story each line is from. If you want to see what I’m working on, here’s my fic list
*****
Tori nodded, her head bobbing frantically in her eagerness. “I hafta be quiet and not run into Mama Felicity’s room. And not pick the baby up until you help me.”
“Good girl,” Oliver praised. “I know you’re excited.”
“Is Mama Felicity okay?” Tori asked as they rounded the last corner.
*****
Felicity absently waved a hand towards the back of the apartment and the open door. “Back there.”
Oliver grinned in response, before sliding his hands down her body until he cupped her buttocks. Felicity squeaked as he lifted her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist.
“Oliver!” she yelped as she grabbed for his shoulders.
*****
The slightly absentminded scientist looked around, as if just noticing the former intern wasn’t there. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I thought she was here.”
“Does anyone know where Darcy is?” Clint asked when it appeared that Jane was clueless.
“She told JARVIS that she was tired this morning,” Pepper said. “Maybe she’s still resting?”
*****
“Thanks, General, we do try our best not to start intergalactic incidents,” Jack replied.
Daniel glared at Jack, but held his tongue; clearly ready to leave.
“Well, in honor of such a good job, you’ve all got the next three days off,” Hammond said. “And that means off base for the next three days.”
*****
He grabbed her, flipping her over his shoulder and into his lap. Ariana giggled as she attempted to hang onto the picture and not slide off onto the floor. “That…” Clint grabbed the picture out of her hand and turned it right side up again. “Is me. And I’m not sure what box you were digging in to find it, but it was clearly one you should not have been in.”
Ariana snatched the picture back from her father. “Daddy, I want purple hair.”
“Yeah. No,” Clint told her.
*****
Lucia was the girl that everyone stared at in the hall at school. The one no one wanted to admit to being friends with. She walked through the school with her books held tightly to her chest because people would knock them out of her hands if she carried them loosely. She kept her head down because otherwise she would see the stares of the other students as they made faces at her. She’d easily hear the taunts from their mouths if she allowed her hair to be pushed back from her ears.
*****
“Just give me one minute,” Deeks told Talia. “I need to get Buttercup off to bed.”
“I wanna watch Bride,” Lara protested.
“It’s way past your bedtime, Buttercup,” Deeks told her. “You need to go to bed.”
“I want to watch Bride.”
*****
In the days afterwards, Steve had chalked his pains of separation up to not just his loss of his daemon, but also his best friend and only family. And then it hadn’t mattered. Nothing had mattered for seventy years.
The first few days, after he was thawed out were spent just trying to adjust to everything. Raesani talked to him constantly, reminding him that even with everyone gone; even with Bucky and Aleanora gone, there was still someone that loved him unconditionally. Steve didn’t think he would have made it through those days without the eagle.
*****
“Morgan,” Reid said slowly.
His fellow BAU agent looked up from where he was studying the computer of their possible UNSUB. “Yeah, kid?” he asked.
“We need to get out of here. Right now.”
*****
She twisted slightly in his grasp, but was careful to not dislodge herself. “Wings?!”
“They come in handy.” He climbed, his powerful wings stroking the air as they carried the two of them higher and higher towards the arch. He’d seen a window there earlier and knew that it would be just big enough for them to escape.
“You’re going to explain this,” she spoke in his ear so he’d hear her. “Once we’re away.”
*****
“She’s pretty,” a female voice commented as he finished the last few strokes. “Is she your girlfriend?”
Steve looked up to see the waitress standing so she could look down at his book. “Ah, no,” he answered after a minute. “She’s just a good friend. I… think… I have…” He flipped through his book, finally finding the picture he was looking for. “This is her partner.” The sketch of Clint was only a profile, but it was clearly not Steve.
“So you seem to have a lot of free time,” she started, just as Steve’s cell went off.
*****
“You know your generation didn’t invent sex,” Steve commented.
*****
“That’s because I trust Barnes not to kill you. And I know if he does, your mother won’t let him live much longer. And she’d make it more painful than I ever could.”
Ariana sighed. “It’s a ride, Daddy. And a date.” She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Nothing will happen.”
“He does understand that he will actually die without anyone ever knowing what happened to him if you get hurt because of him, right?”
“I was just hoping for a nice date, Daddy. Not a threatening conversation.”
*****
Logan grinned. “It’s a madhouse, but it’s our madhouse.” He looked at Nick. “Mama’s in the kitchen. You might wanna take him back.”
“Where’s Dad?” Nick asked.
“In his den,” Logan answered. “Are you going?”
“I’m going to go introduce Greg. He’s already met Mama,” Nick told him.
Logan’s grin widened. “Yeah, we heard all about that. Can’t be as bad as all that.” He nodded at Greg. “Remind me later to tell you about my first meeting with Mama.”
*****
“Greg has been rather vocal about his dates in the past,” Catherine reminded them. “There’s probably going to be some question about that.”
Greg snorted a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Um. Yeah. Most of those? Were with Nick. Just change the gender and maybe a few details.”
“And the flirting?” Catherine asked. “With pretty much…everyone?”
“Well, I can’t help flirting with Nick. And I flirt. I always have. Nick knows this. We’re both okay with this,” Greg answered. “Flirting doesn’t hurt anyone. It’s acting on it that does.”
*****
“No. No. Not here,” Nick answered. “Can you sit?” The girl nodded, trembling a little, but willingly went to the chairs. Nick went towards the hallway leading towards the labs, stopping when he saw a heavy set man headed towards him. “Excuse me? Is there someone who can help out here?”
“I’m Gil Grissom. I’m sure I can assist. Do you need someone?” the man asked.
“Nick Stokes.” Nick held his hand out, inviting Grissom to shake. “No, not me. There’s a young lady out here. She’s worried about her brother. You’ll probably need a translator too. She doesn’t seem to speak English.”
*****
Jesse Baker stretched as he walked out on the porch of the sheriff’s office, a cup of coffee cradled in one hand. He loved these early mornings, when the town was just waking up and beginning to stir, and he had time to survey the area. He always used this time to look for potential trouble and make sure everything was running smoothly. Leaning against the post, he sipped at the coffee, peering out at the street from under his cowboy hat. He’d gotten dressed, but not pulled on a jacket, and could feel the cool morning air leeching the warmth that had remained from his body as he stood there. The coffee was helping, but it wasn’t enough to keep from waking him up and shaking the lassitude from his mind.
*****
Happy waved the Allen wrench she was using at Toby. “Get out of my light.”
“What if it was something other than gambling related troubles?”
“You have any other kind?” she replied. “And you’re still in my light.” She poked him in the side this time.
Toby squirmed away from the tool she was prodding him with, but crowded back against her when she turned her attention back to the engine piece. Resting a hand on her hip, he asked, “So what made you decide to work on a car instead of your motorcycle?”
When you see this, share 3 random lines from 3 WIPs.
And since I can’t pick 3 random ones, I had them each pick 5 stories. And I’m going to share a couple of lines from each… since a few of them were repeated multiple times. And no most of them had no clue they were picking the same stories!
I’m not going to tell you what they picked, nor am I going to tell you what story each line is from. If you want to see what I’m working on, here’s my fic list
Tori nodded, her head bobbing frantically in her eagerness. “I hafta be quiet and not run into Mama Felicity’s room. And not pick the baby up until you help me.”
“Good girl,” Oliver praised. “I know you’re excited.”
“Is Mama Felicity okay?” Tori asked as they rounded the last corner.
Felicity absently waved a hand towards the back of the apartment and the open door. “Back there.”
Oliver grinned in response, before sliding his hands down her body until he cupped her buttocks. Felicity squeaked as he lifted her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist.
“Oliver!” she yelped as she grabbed for his shoulders.
The slightly absentminded scientist looked around, as if just noticing the former intern wasn’t there. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I thought she was here.”
“Does anyone know where Darcy is?” Clint asked when it appeared that Jane was clueless.
“She told JARVIS that she was tired this morning,” Pepper said. “Maybe she’s still resting?”
“Thanks, General, we do try our best not to start intergalactic incidents,” Jack replied.
Daniel glared at Jack, but held his tongue; clearly ready to leave.
“Well, in honor of such a good job, you’ve all got the next three days off,” Hammond said. “And that means off base for the next three days.”
He grabbed her, flipping her over his shoulder and into his lap. Ariana giggled as she attempted to hang onto the picture and not slide off onto the floor. “That…” Clint grabbed the picture out of her hand and turned it right side up again. “Is me. And I’m not sure what box you were digging in to find it, but it was clearly one you should not have been in.”
Ariana snatched the picture back from her father. “Daddy, I want purple hair.”
“Yeah. No,” Clint told her.
Lucia was the girl that everyone stared at in the hall at school. The one no one wanted to admit to being friends with. She walked through the school with her books held tightly to her chest because people would knock them out of her hands if she carried them loosely. She kept her head down because otherwise she would see the stares of the other students as they made faces at her. She’d easily hear the taunts from their mouths if she allowed her hair to be pushed back from her ears.
“Just give me one minute,” Deeks told Talia. “I need to get Buttercup off to bed.”
“I wanna watch Bride,” Lara protested.
“It’s way past your bedtime, Buttercup,” Deeks told her. “You need to go to bed.”
“I want to watch Bride.”
In the days afterwards, Steve had chalked his pains of separation up to not just his loss of his daemon, but also his best friend and only family. And then it hadn’t mattered. Nothing had mattered for seventy years.
The first few days, after he was thawed out were spent just trying to adjust to everything. Raesani talked to him constantly, reminding him that even with everyone gone; even with Bucky and Aleanora gone, there was still someone that loved him unconditionally. Steve didn’t think he would have made it through those days without the eagle.
“Morgan,” Reid said slowly.
His fellow BAU agent looked up from where he was studying the computer of their possible UNSUB. “Yeah, kid?” he asked.
“We need to get out of here. Right now.”
She twisted slightly in his grasp, but was careful to not dislodge herself. “Wings?!”
“They come in handy.” He climbed, his powerful wings stroking the air as they carried the two of them higher and higher towards the arch. He’d seen a window there earlier and knew that it would be just big enough for them to escape.
“You’re going to explain this,” she spoke in his ear so he’d hear her. “Once we’re away.”
“She’s pretty,” a female voice commented as he finished the last few strokes. “Is she your girlfriend?”
Steve looked up to see the waitress standing so she could look down at his book. “Ah, no,” he answered after a minute. “She’s just a good friend. I… think… I have…” He flipped through his book, finally finding the picture he was looking for. “This is her partner.” The sketch of Clint was only a profile, but it was clearly not Steve.
“So you seem to have a lot of free time,” she started, just as Steve’s cell went off.
“You know your generation didn’t invent sex,” Steve commented.
“That’s because I trust Barnes not to kill you. And I know if he does, your mother won’t let him live much longer. And she’d make it more painful than I ever could.”
Ariana sighed. “It’s a ride, Daddy. And a date.” She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Nothing will happen.”
“He does understand that he will actually die without anyone ever knowing what happened to him if you get hurt because of him, right?”
“I was just hoping for a nice date, Daddy. Not a threatening conversation.”
Logan grinned. “It’s a madhouse, but it’s our madhouse.” He looked at Nick. “Mama’s in the kitchen. You might wanna take him back.”
“Where’s Dad?” Nick asked.
“In his den,” Logan answered. “Are you going?”
“I’m going to go introduce Greg. He’s already met Mama,” Nick told him.
Logan’s grin widened. “Yeah, we heard all about that. Can’t be as bad as all that.” He nodded at Greg. “Remind me later to tell you about my first meeting with Mama.”
“Greg has been rather vocal about his dates in the past,” Catherine reminded them. “There’s probably going to be some question about that.”
Greg snorted a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Um. Yeah. Most of those? Were with Nick. Just change the gender and maybe a few details.”
“And the flirting?” Catherine asked. “With pretty much…everyone?”
“Well, I can’t help flirting with Nick. And I flirt. I always have. Nick knows this. We’re both okay with this,” Greg answered. “Flirting doesn’t hurt anyone. It’s acting on it that does.”
“No. No. Not here,” Nick answered. “Can you sit?” The girl nodded, trembling a little, but willingly went to the chairs. Nick went towards the hallway leading towards the labs, stopping when he saw a heavy set man headed towards him. “Excuse me? Is there someone who can help out here?”
“I’m Gil Grissom. I’m sure I can assist. Do you need someone?” the man asked.
“Nick Stokes.” Nick held his hand out, inviting Grissom to shake. “No, not me. There’s a young lady out here. She’s worried about her brother. You’ll probably need a translator too. She doesn’t seem to speak English.”
Jesse Baker stretched as he walked out on the porch of the sheriff’s office, a cup of coffee cradled in one hand. He loved these early mornings, when the town was just waking up and beginning to stir, and he had time to survey the area. He always used this time to look for potential trouble and make sure everything was running smoothly. Leaning against the post, he sipped at the coffee, peering out at the street from under his cowboy hat. He’d gotten dressed, but not pulled on a jacket, and could feel the cool morning air leeching the warmth that had remained from his body as he stood there. The coffee was helping, but it wasn’t enough to keep from waking him up and shaking the lassitude from his mind.
Happy waved the Allen wrench she was using at Toby. “Get out of my light.”
“What if it was something other than gambling related troubles?”
“You have any other kind?” she replied. “And you’re still in my light.” She poked him in the side this time.
Toby squirmed away from the tool she was prodding him with, but crowded back against her when she turned her attention back to the engine piece. Resting a hand on her hip, he asked, “So what made you decide to work on a car instead of your motorcycle?”
