#no way mr house looked at natalie 'i talked the president into killing himself and walk into chambers full of lethal radiation' six and sai

[nightingaletrash]

From one road to the next

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

I’m going to post a small section or so of each WIP I have on here. Inbox me with which ones catch your eye!

Solangelo:

Satisfied: He turned and Nico felt dizzy. As he looked into bright, intelligent, blue eyes and took in the welcoming but worn smirk and the splatter of freckles that gave this man such a boyish look, the words on the tip of his tongue disappeared and his mind was completely blank.       “Hi,” the blond answered. Nico gulped and tried to remember how to introduce himself, tried to remember what he’d come to say. Suddenly he felt overheated. His heart was beating rapidly, harshly against his ribs, and he was positive his own cheeks were bright under his olive toned skin. He managed a smile and the man arched an eyebrow at him. “Is it me, or is it a little hard to find a way to be satisfied at these things?” he said in a low, enticing voice that made Nico nervous. “Something tells me you’ve never been.”

Prejudice Makes the Beast: “Thank you,” he answered, mystified, staring at the kit curiously. Katie and Miss Knowles left, leaving Will with his new prisoner. “So what stupid thing did you do to get yourself to look like that?” he asked briskly. His dark eyes flickered to Will like an endless abyss of mystery and wonder.       “What?”       “Household objects don’t usually talk. And neither do animals. Your eyes are too human. And I’m not stupid.” He folded his hands over the table, sick, but still very much in control. “So, who did you anger to the point of getting turned into… an oversized teddy bear?” Will growled and the boy rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Growl all you want, you know I’m right. Besides, if you were going to eat me, you would’ve done it.” Will glared at him, but the boy seemed unfazed. “You said you wanted my sister. Why?” 

Lams

Rules to Break: Later that night, once they were leaving the bonfire, Alexander tugged on John’s sleeve. “I have an idea,” he whispered. He walked beside him, speaking quietly so John had to lean down a bit. “It takes three offenses before getting kicked out. If we’re subtle, we won’t get caught.”       “Caught?” Alexander opened his notebook and pulled out the pamphlet, showing him the side with the rules.      “We’re going to break each one of these by the end of the summer. And we’re not getting caught unless it’s absolutely necessary to. Some of these are a little difficult to break without getting caught.” He smiled widely, giving him a completely different look. Frankly, it was a wonderful thing to see on his face. “So are you in, Laurens?” 

Klance

My Only Hope (A Walk to Remember AU): Logan tilted his head back, demanding his attention. “You mad at me?”       “You left me,” Keith hissed. “It was your stupid idea and I took the fall for you again.”      “I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured against Keith’s jawline. Keith scoffed and let Logan press kisses along his jaw until he reached his lips. “Okay?” Keith hummed and shut his eyes as Logan kissed him, his tongue sliding along Keith’s lip.         “Uh-oh, watch out, there comes Bible Boy,” Natalie muttered softly. Keith and Logan split apart, and glanced over to where Lance McClain was walking.        Lance McClain was a reverend’s nephew. Keith had been in the same kindergarten class with him, and they’d gone to the same schools since. He always wore an oversized faded blue sweater and always, always had a bible in his hands. He never even bothered to hide it in his backpack. The teachers never told him anything because he didn’t preach it to anyone, so he wasn’t technically breaking any rules. And he always walked around with his head down, gripping his ratty old book, sticking out like a sore thumb with his tall, lanky figure and godawful haircut.

My Dearest Bodyguard: As King Alfor stepped back, he gave Lance a slight smile and the prince couldn’t help the warm and hopeful feeling he felt bubble up in him. “Now you are grown. And every royal needs a guard when they come of age.” Lance fought the urge to frown. “Keith Kogane, step forward.” From the front row of seats, Lance saw one of many Galras stand. He furrowed his eyebrows as he watched this one stand straight, left arm crossed over his chest with a fist at his shoulder. This boy couldn’t be much older than Lance. How was he a guard? “Keith Kogane, do you solemnly swear to protect the prince to the best of your abilities at all times, regardless of the cost?”           “I swear it,” the boy said, with a look of determination.

Come Back Home (angst?): Movies  never prepare you for what comes after the honeymoon stage. They show you how fun it is to playfully shop for things you’ll want in your new, tiny one bedroom apartment, how you spend the first day there slow dancing in an empty living room with only a box for a table to put Chinese takeout on.... They don’t tell you how tedious the bills get. How arguments start over whose fault it is the fire alarm went off, or who used more electricity, or who was supposed to take out the trash or do the laundry or wash the dishes.... They don’t tell you any of it, they don’t prepare you for any of it. And there’s no escaping it. Because your names are on a lease and you have nowhere else to go. 

idek: A long time ago, a relationship had gone to shit due to rapidly developing emotions. Then again shortly after, and again the time after that. Lance had a bad habit of falling hard and fast, and moving even faster. He’d gotten his heart broken too many times for the sole reason that he couldn’t set a pace for himself and his significant other and it always got out of hand.         So when Keith agreed to date him, Lance promised himself he’d take his time. He promised himself to go slow and be patient and to wait. He wouldn’t fuck this up.         It worked for about a week. 

Mr. Student Body President: “Of course. Anyway, I have a few ways you can complete your hours. Are you good at any sports or classes? You can help with personal practices and tutoring-”      “Jesus, dude. Look, there’s a reason I’m in this shit in the first place, so no. I don’t do sports and school.”      Lance sat and sighed. “Does it ever get tiring?” Keith tilted his head. “This whole act thing you’ve got going.”       Keith’s laid back posture turned rigid and his face went from cocky to defensive. “Don’t talk to me like you know me, Mr. President.”       Lance shrugged and drummed his fingers on the table. “The thing is, I kind of do. You’re Keith Kogane. The kid who used to trip people to win at tag in elementary, the kid who always talked back to a teacher who made him look stupid, the guy who had all A’s until freshman year. So yeah, don’t bullshit me when it’s obvious you’re purposefully failing your classes before you pull them up last minute to get credit. So I’m gonna ask you again. What classes are you good at?” 

The Lost Prince (Anastasia AU): As they ran, he could hear people shout, “Down with the Koganes! Down with the monarchy! Kill them all!”       “Shiro!”       “Don’t listen, just keep running.”       Suddenly, another hand pulled at his shirt harshly, making him slip from Shiro’s grasp. He turned in fear, but was surprised to meet a face about his age. The servant boy who wanted to dance at the party. His blue eyes were wide, but seemingly less afraid than himself.        “They’ll find you there! Come this way, there’s a servant’s passage.” He ran into another room for the princes to follow. He kneeled at one wall, shoving impatiently until it gave way to an opening. Akira’s eyes widened at the sight. “Go! You’re running out of time!”

All Planned Out: Lance always wondered why Sofi or Abby couldn’t help with it. Just because they were girls didn’t mean they couldn’t clean a car. But Lance was the middle child. Abby’s job was to babysit. Sofi’s was to be cute. His was to do as he was told.       A pretty black car came down the road as Lance scrubbed the back of his mom’s car with a soapy sponge and stopped at the house across and one over from his own. A big man stepped out, and Lance watched as another kid came out from the back door. The big man went to the trunk and pulled out a suitcase and a box of stuff. Lance saw the kid look over at him, and he turned away, scrubbing the car. Mom always said staring wasn’t polite.       Lance kept helping his dad, only turning to stare when the car went away. He saw the little boy holding onto the pillar in front of the house, and his face was red and wet, but he looked angry. Someone else came outside and then the boy ran inside. Lance wanted to see if he was okay. But he didn’t know the boy or the people who lived in the house he was left at.      So instead, Lance finished helping with yard work and then went inside for a shower. He played video games until it was one in the morning, then fell asleep, wondering if that boy across the street was still crying and why.