and i feel alive (prompts post)

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I went to mom's choir's Christmas concert today, and cried my way through at least six of the songs because, oh, one of the choir members did a sign language interpretation of "Silent Night" and one more song, and I can't get over her face, how expressive she was and how she was the very incarnation of joy and it was so beautiful, I can't adequately convey how beautiful it was. I'd never have thought you could recreate music with your hands, but she did. And I really liked the inclusiveness, obviously.

(Side note: when I was younger, they thought my hearing problem would get worse and I would have to learn sign language. It didn't, it went away instead and I put my hearing aids away at twelve, but I still--sign language is high on my list of things I want to learn.)



I feel like writing short-short things, so I thought I'd do one of these. It's been a while. I'll do the first five or six, depending on if my Yuletide grabs me again.

Prompt: a pairing, an AU or a crossover and a first kiss. Fandoms: BTVS, Panic, The Like, Bob, Brian, Mikey Way, Veronica Mars, DCU, Vampire Diaries, etc. You lot know what I write.

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CHEATER. You're writing that, don't think I've forgotten. But in a DIFFERENT AU where Lyn-Z is working on a mural with a bunch of neighborhood kids (she's an art teacher and an artist) and Spencer's a part-time waitress at a local diner while working her way through law school and drumming on the weekends, okay:


"You really like those waffles, huh?" Spencer's leaning on the table, looking amused.

Lyn-Z only splutters a little (which is a real improvement compared to the first time Spencer talked to her, okay) and wipes her mouth off before replying: "I do, yes." They're not just good, they're practically celestial, because the cook here's some kind of fucking genius. Also, powdered sugar is the best, Lyn-Z feels.

All of which Spencer knows, because this is not the first time they've talked about the waffles here.

"It's nice," Spencer says. "Bob feels very validated when I come back and tell him about the pretty artists who come in and eat their waffles like they're made at the Royal What's-It Institute of Breakfast Food or something."

Lyn-Z is kind of fixating on the "pretty" in that sentence and the way that Spencer's cheeks are a little red now.

"You think I'm pretty?" she asks, because she sucks at being subtle, so it's not worth trying.

Spencer looks at her and something in Lyn-Z's face must be encouraging, because she grins.

"I do," she says simply. "And seriously talented, and--" she walks over to Lyn-Z's table, "you have some powdered sugar here," she touches Lyn-Z's mouth. "It's driving me crazy." She leans in and kisses Lyn-Z real quick, like she wants to but she doesn't want to push. Lyn-Z would like her to push, so she holds on to Spencer, doesn't let her back away.

"You can keep doing that," she says.

Spencer's eyes are bright. "I'm working," she says. But she still kisses Lyn-Z again.