the falling leaves/drift by my window

[harborshore]

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.

Comments

[inlovewithnight.livejournal.com]

I actually was just thinking the other day about that Lyn-Z/William ficlet you wrote once; if you felt like anything else with them, that would be crazy cool.

Or girl!Mikey/Lyn-Z. I DON'T KNOW I'M JUST THINKING OUT LOUD.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

What about the fall, though? :D

[inlovewithnight.livejournal.com]

Ah ha ha, I'm an idiot. /o\ SORRY. Scarves and boots.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

"You idiot." Lindsey's voice was low and amused.

Mikey shrugged. "What?" she said, adjusting her glasses and resisting the urge to pull her jacket tighter. November was a cold month.

"Well," Lindsey said, stepping in closer to Mikey, shielding her a little bit from the wind, "I guess you get points for remembering a hat," she tugged at Mikey's beanie, "but seriously, ever heard of mittens? Or scarves?"

Mikey smiled a little. "Like yours, you mean?" Lindsey was wrapped in a long multicolored, multi-patterned monstrosity that looked like it had been knitted by committee.

"Yes," Lindsey said, rolling her eyes, "like mine, or really like anything. I'm sure they make scarves that would go with that jacket."

"I don't think they make mittens that would work with my style, though," Mikey said, barely able to keep a straight face.

"Oh, your style, of course," Lindsey said, laughing openly now. "Well, if being practical offends your stylish sensibilities, I suppose I'll have to warm you up in other ways." With that, she pushed at Mikey's shoulders a little, until she had Mikey up against the wall.

Mikey gasped into the kiss and thought, hey, yeah, this'll work. She felt quite warm indeed.

When she got home that night, she found a bright red scarf in her pocket. Gerard looked at her funny when she started giggling in the kitchen, but shrugged and let it go. Mikey texted Lindsey fine you win and wore it proudly.