the falling leaves/drift by my window

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Instead of going to the university library like I should have (I have a late book and a late fee to pay), I went to a feminist/queer bookstore and bought books and a pin of a Russian turn-of-the-century female poet. The two clerks, oh man. I'm pretty sure they were dating and I'm pretty sure I'm smitten. The light was warm and the air was cold as I walked home after; I like my city right now, I like it so much. It's dark already, too dark, but in the daytime everything is yellow and golden and the light is so gorgeous.

So prompts! Because I'm free of thesis and I finished the female characters prompts from forever ago and I mostly finished the first times prompts and the midsummer night's dream ones.



There's Z saving Ryan from a dungeon, there's Babs/Steph, Parker/Hardison and flying, Willow/Tara, Z/Vicky-T and revolutions, Ryan/Bob and soulbonds, Laena/Annie with Annie a princess, Tennessee and Amelia Pond, and a bunch of others. :D

Prompts! Fall-related, please, pairing or gen. The Like, Lyn-Z, assorted other bandom people (TYV, PATD, possibly others), Bob and Brian, Veronica Mars, BTVS, VD, Leverage, DCU. Crossovers are encouraged. I'm not sure how many I'll do, but probably around ten (if I get a later prompt that I love, I might do that one too). One of them is reserved for airgiodslv. ♥

Stay warm, darlings.

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This will INEVITABLY lead to cameos from someone else. Apologies!



"Do you think he knows how this works?" Elena asked Stefan under her breath. She was looking at Damon, who was frowning at his pumpkin in concentration.

Stefan's mouth went through something complicated that Elena knew was his almost-smile for Damon. "I don't know," he said. "Are you worried about his artistic choices?"

"Worried is the wrong word," Elena said. "I just don't want to give the Trick-or-Treaters actual nightmares. You did--"

"Talk him out of the haunted house in the garden, yes," Stefan said.

At the other end of the porch, Damon looked up. "You realize I can hear you, right?"

Elena bit her lip. "Oh no, did you?" She wasn't going to laugh, she really wasn't.

Damon blinked at her, all faux-innocence. "I'm not sure I know where you'd get the idea that I'd--"

Stefan interrupted him. "The fact that you have a wall of sketches at our place depicting gruesome pumpkin faces, I think is the source of her, uh, concern."

"It's not Halloween unless one terrifies the children," Damon said primly, and turned his pumpkin around, at which point both Stefan and Elena lost it, and Damon grinned.

The face of the pumpkin wasn't a face, exactly: Damon had apparently spent the last half-hour carving flowers.

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AND THEN THEY ALL MADE OUT, RIGHT? god, this is amazing. my face is like :D!

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THAT WAS OBVIOUSLY IMPLIED. &them; I'm glad you liked it!