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prompts! because writing about friendship is always fun

So I'm making soup, and that made me think about writing. (Shut up.) I haven't felt like working on any of my longer fics for a while (for those of you keeping track, the current priority order goes: 1. Brian getting hypothermia, 2. the Theatre Production, 3. Ray/Mikey college AU of awkward pining, 4. Big Bang sequel), but now I want to write short things. Tiny bits of warmth for the fall, if you will.

So here's what I want: give me a fandom or a crossover--bandom, BTVS, Veronica Mars, DCU, others if you feel like giving me a REALLY wacky crossover (hint: I love it), a pairing or character, and a prompt quote or picture. I want the prompt to have something to do with fall, friendship, or warmth, or all three. So if someone feels like linking to a soup recipe, that's totally okay.

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I would really love something involving any or all of the MCR boys and this photo because you cannot go wrong with snuggly boys and duvets and cool weather and coffee, right?

Also, I really, really want #3 on your list up there, just so you know. :D

I dunno; I think it's pretty easy to see the connection between making soup and writing.

Crossover:Bandom/BtVS
Bob/whoever [as I'm easy like that]

"People live in one another's shelter."

And I bounced with glee, reading the longfic list. \o/!

I want to read everything you write, but especially Ray/Mikey college AU with pining.

Bandom/Criminal Minds? >:)

Soup = writing. IT TOTALLY MAKES SENSE.

Number 2 sounds partcularly awesome. Here is my prompt:

-Veronica Mars (I have a soft spot for Kristen Bell.)
-Veronica and Gerard. It could be gen, I just think Gerard would be suprisingly helpful, if slightly awkward, in a dectetive-type situation.
- can I just make something up? Um, something involving piles of autumn leaves. Because leaves don't change colour here. D:

Oh lord. If you get more specific, bb, I'll totally do it. As in, I need a character or a pairing and a prompt. (FIENDISH, I tell you. FIENDISH.)

"Hey. Psst, hey."

Gerard groans and bats at whoever's enough of an asshole to come poking at him in the morning, then burrows deeper into his duvet.

"Gee, no, come on." And suddenly there's a weight in his bed and, what the fuck, someone, no, that's a dog, licking his face and Gerard can hear Mikey laughing like he almost never does, not that loudly.

"You gotta come see this," says Mikey, ignoring Gerard's yelps because the dog is just not giving up, dammit. "I have coffee," Mikey adds, and Gerard finally gives up the struggle and sits up, making gimme hands.

After draining half the cup in one go, he gets out of bed and roots around for a marginally clean shirt. Him and Mikey are back in Jersey for the week, because everyone needed a break from the album. Gerard had kind of thought that the 'break' part wouldn't mean he had to get up three hours before he normally did, though. Stupid little brothers, they never stop being obnoxious.

Mikey sighs at him impatiently when he takes too long and then tells him to put on a sweater.

Gerard is appalled. "Wait, you mean we're going outside? What the fuck, Mikey--"

"Yeah we are, just on the porch. Bring your blanket if you're going to be, like, a pussy about it."

And they do, they go outside, Gerard mutinously wrapped in his duvet and muttering about cold and people who have stupid ideas in the morning, and then, and then--

The trees in the back yard are bright red and yellow, blazing and burning and Gerard forgets about the cold in the air and just stares. He knows Mikey is smug as shit right now, but he doesn't care, he wants to draw, to paint, but he's going to just look for a while, just look until he knows he won't forget. Leaning against Mikey, keeping the cold away, he stands there until he feels like he's drowning in fire.

Oh my god, my HEART. This is EXACTLY what I wanted! Grumbly Gerard snuggled in bed and demanding coffee and the brothers Way and their stupid brother-y goodness and Mikey laughing and the leaves! And the last line is absolutely perfect! Also, I am pretending the dog is Piglet even though I have my doubts that she ever leaves the sofa. :D Thank you so much for this bit of loveliness--I wish it would hurry up and be autumn where I live!

LJ keeps eating my top-level comments, so if this double posts I apologize:

Gimme that Ray/Mikey AU of pining! *____*

And for a prompt, MCR, Bob/Frank, and Halloween. :D?

Bandom/DCU crossover, Bob/Batman (...okay, or Bob & Batman, I'm not picky :P). Prompt. Or if that's not very prompty (even though it is quite tasty), my icon is the prompt.

(Also, 'Batman' could = Batman, or could = Bruce Wayne.)

Edited 2009-10-07 20:44 (UTC)

Really? Excellent, I like it when I'm less crazy than I thought I was. *grins*

This is set vaguely during season seven. Kind of.

Bob wipes at his axe with a dishtowel, blotting the tiny bats (Frank bought the towels, before he left for LA) with red. He knows he should go find the actual cloth Giles gave him for this purpose, because taking care of his weapon is Important with a capital I, but he's too goddamn tired to bother. Today was a long day. Zombies, werewolves, and bears, oh my. Never mind that Bob himself happens to be a werewolf, he's still not too fond of the murderous kind.

He groans when someone knocks on the door, because he doesn't think he can take company right now. Still goes and gets the door, though, but not without checking who it is (Bob has never been dumb, and Sunnydale's made him downright sharp), and he blinks in surprise when he sees Willow outside.

She doesn't say anything when he lets her in, just shakes her head when he asks if she wants anything. Finally, after both of them staring helplessly at each other for a bit, her face crumples.

"Hey, no," he says, moving close. Careful, because anyone who's seen her in action is careful around Willow, but she's shaking and crying in his apartment, and he knows she's hurting. Knows she nearly ended the world that one time, too.

Still careful, he opens his arms a little, and she pretty much falls into his arms, holding on so tightly. Bob maneuvers them both to the couch, sitting down and letting her curl up, hands clutched in his shirt.

"Hey," he says, "hey." He keeps stroking her back, keeps sitting there until she stops shivering and relaxes slightly. "Did anything--"

Willow shakes her head. "Thanks," she says, sniffling and wiping her nose on her sleeve. "Sorry, I just, today was a lot."

"It really fucking was," he agrees. "You wanna hang out for a bit? I was going to order pizza or something, or maybe Chinese."

Willow's shaking her head again. "Definitely pizza," she says. "I'll tell you why ordering Chinese in Sunnydale is a bad idea while we wait, if you want."

"Uh, do I want to know?"

She giggles at that, settling in. "See, it was like this--" and then she's off into a wacky story involving ghouls and curses and noodles that did most emphatically not act like noodles should. Bob can't stop laughing, and somehow the day feels less heavy. He forgets about the axe he was cleaning, forgets to order pizza (they end up making a weird dinner out of ramen, some vegetables, and the random canned things they find in a cupboard Bob had forgotten was there) and, you know. Sunnydale might not be so bad after all; he might end up liking this fighting evil gig. As long as it comes with redheads like this one, that is.

/o\ I AM SO BAD AT CRIMINAL MINDS PROMPTS

someone haaaaalp?

oh I don't know. anything involving reid.

Edited 2009-10-07 20:52 (UTC)

Darling, darling, no need to despair, I just meant I wanted a picture or a sentence or a quote or something! :D But I shall think on this for a little bit. I like the show, though I haven't followed it super-regularly or anything, and you picked one of the four characters I feel semi-familiar with (Prentiss, Garcia, Reid and Morgan).

Are you familiar with Reid's more recent boost in confidence and social skill? He is way more charming and sure of himself now, and I like it. Fandom!Mikey and Reid have always been interesting connections to me.

Garcia is a bamf, too. I love how Morgan treats her like a princess without thinking she's totally helpless.

I have the biggest soft spot ever for Kristen Bell and her determined lady detective. ♥

Veronica stands in the middle of the park and looks around. She's not despairing or anything (Veronica doesn't despair, she grits her teeth and keeps going), but the prospect of rooting through all the piles of leaves in the park for the proof she needs is, uh, daunting. It's kind of a big park.

She starts out with the pile closest do her, kicking the leaves around and almost wishing she'd brought Backup--at least he would have enjoyed himself. But then someone calls out behind her.

"What, no, what are you doing?"

She turns around to see a pixie-looking guy, messy hair and leather jacket, who's only a little taller than her. He's waving his arms around and yelling and she stiffens, because that doesn't usually mean good things.

But when he gets to her, he says, very seriously, "I was drawing the leaves, see, and the way you were standing, like, your shadow, right here, and then you started moving the leaves--"

She interrupts him, because it seems like he could keep going for a while. Trying not to laugh, she says, "I'm looking for something, some papers in a folder. They're supposed to have been left here, in one of the piles?" Not for her, but he doesn't need to know that.

His eyes widen. "That sounds like a movie or something. Are you, why are you looking for them?"

"It's for a case, I work as a PI. I'm trying to catch a blackmailer."

And wonder of all wonders, the snide comment or the disbelieving stare that she's expecting, the reaction she always gets--none of it happens. Instead, he smiles, bright enough to make her smile back tentatively, and asks (kind of breathlessly) if he can help, and if they can make a pile of leaves again for him to draw when they're done.

"I'll even stand still for you, if you want," she says. "Since my shadow was working for you, or whatever."

"Thanks, and yeah, fuck, that would be awesome!" he says, and then starts rooting through the leaves. She stifles a giggle (it takes him about thirty seconds to get leaves in his hair) and starts working, listening to his excited muttering. After a while she realizes why he looks familiar (Mac had talked her ear off about the Black Parade until she could practically recite the origin story for the album herself) and wonders at the frontman of a rock band who wanders around in parks drawing leaves, but she thinks she likes him better for it.

Hee, when I say familiar I mean I've watched something like eight episodes, maybe, and read some fic. So no, no, I wouldn't say I'm familiar with that. But I love Reid, self-assured or not, even if my favorite will always be Emily Prentiss after that one episode where Luke Perry is a cult leader (which I have seen twice, because the law of Criminal Minds reruns is that they are always episodes I've seen! Idk how that works.). Anyway, I make no promises that my Reid voice is in any way accurate. *grins*

Mikey exits the Starbucks and burrows deeper into his coat, clutching tightly at his paper cup. Too fucking cold, this. Basically October sucks. He can hear his younger Jersey self making fun of him, because it's honestly not that cold right now, but still. California should not be rainy and miserable like this, he's pretty sure. Never mind that LA is always rainy when they're all there.

"Wait!" he hears behind him and turns around. It's a tall, skinny, really hot guy, holding Mikey's left glove, which, yeah, he left it on the counter, didn't hee. Ooops.

"Thanks," he manages, and tries to ignore the gleeful comments he knows Alicia would make if she were here ("Tall and lean, Mikeyway, fuck, the two of you together--"), because he's not into being all stammery when he's considering flirting.

"Oh, don't worry about it," the other guy replies, handing the glove over and touching Mikey's hand for a second. "I'm Reid, well, that's my last name, but people call me that. You're--you're Mikey Way, right, from My Chemical Romance? I read up on you a while ago, when we were--" And then he stops talking, rolling his eyes a little and smiling ruefully at Mikey.

"I am, yeah," Mikey says, for once not bothered that someone recognized him right away. Reid doesn't seem like a fan, exactly. "Why'd you read up on us?"

And now Reid looks uncomfortable. "I can't actually comment on that," he says, sounding weirdly official, then breaking into another one of those tiny smiles. "And I get that I'm probably sounding a bit like I'm someone you shouldn't be talking to, but I swear it was for a good cause. Can I buy you a, well, you already have coffee, maybe a muffin to make up for it?"

Mikey has no idea why (yeah, okay, he totally knows why), but he finds himself saying yes and pointing out that there's a much nicer bakery down the street. This is suddenly looking like a much better day.

♥______♥ Reid totally read up on Mikey. Honestly, now I just want a million years of Reid & Mikey fluff/porn. If I ever figure out how to do it I would totally draw that.

Lemme know when you've caught up on all of Criminal Minds >:3

Also, do you watch The Big Bang Theory? I kind of really want to see an argument between Reid and Sheldon - another really really smart but totally socially inept tall gangly fellow.

Edited 2009-10-07 21:39 (UTC)

See, this is not a small-scale prompt, I don't think. But it's okay, I have the perfect solution: you write it! *beams* I'm going to write a variant on your first one, with it being fall and maybe Halloween, but you should TOTALLY write this one.

HMM. How about this:

:D Veronica/Mac or Lyn-Z/Alicia would be fantastic, but (despite the, er, adult nature prompt) it can be totally platonic if you prefer. <3

Dude, did I know that you're writing a Ray/Mikey college AU of awkward pining? Do want in the extreme!

OH MY GOD. REID/MIKEY/ALICIA HNNNGHHNURF ADL;S'FSAKMC,;SDFK?

IF YOU WRITE ME THEM SNUGGLING AND FIGHTING OVER THE BLANKET I WILL LITERALLY EXPLODE ECSTATICALLY INTO TINY GLITTERY SHARDS OF PURE JOY. JOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. IT COULD BE A SEQUEL TO THIS? *SHAMELESS PUPPY EYES*

VEE YOU ARE MY VERY FAVORITE OF ALL TIME ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Prompt: Bob/Patrick, sweeping up leaves. :D ETA: Oh, you seem to have a lot of leaf prompts. So, maybe, tracking in mud? I don't know. Something domesticy from when they lived together.

Oh, and this is my favourite soup recipe. OM NOM NOM.

Edited 2009-10-08 01:07 (UTC)

This is glorious!

Oooh! I love it when other people write me things!

Um, Amanda Palmer and Gerard gen, involving snuggling. :D? :D?

"Oh wow, oh, that's fucking awesome. Then what happened?" Gerard is doing everything but telling this Buffy Summers that he's been in love with her ever since he first read about the Slayer, and Brian can tell Buffy is torn between being flattered and bemused. Which tends to be the common reaction, really, when faced with Gerard in full-on fanboy mode.

Brian tries to go back to the text he was looking over (who knew werewolves were not the only evil furry creatures to be drawn out by the moon?) but fails again. It's not like the Magic Box is a big store, so the fact that he keeps getting distracted by Gerard and Buffy laughing, well, it's not that fucking weird, isn't it? He's not sure why the two of them can't keep it down. Him and Gerard came here for a reason, really, not to--

He looks up from the book when someone sits down in front of him. It's the redhead he noticed when they came in; she's smiling sympathetically.

"Buffy has that effect on everyone," she says. "For what it's worth, she pretty much never looks back, and she likes her boys to be at least almost as strong as she is."

Jesus fucking Christ, is he really being this obvious? Brian sighs at himself and checks his first impulse to vehemently deny it. He's smarter than that, and this girl is obviously way past smart enough to see through him.

"Do you know anything about this?" he asks instead, turning the book so she can see what he was looking at.

"Oooh, yes," she says, and now she sounds, well, she sounds like Gerard, actually, when he's really really into something. Brian can only follow about half of the explanation (it has to do with the peculiarities of October), but he manages to describe what chased them and Willow (Anya, the blond manning the counter comes over briefly to demand help with something, and so Brian gets both their names) gives him a simple spell to set up a quick ward, should it ever happen again. Once he's proven that he's done magic before, that is.

Then she wants to see his tattoos closer, because "well, they're really magical, aren't they? Did you have them done that way, or is it your innate abilities--" and when she's tracing the marks on his arm, Brian turns to see Gerard looking over at them, frowning. Brian looks back at Willow, who seems to be stifling a smile.

"I told you you didn't have to worry," she murmurs.

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This soup! Tell me a story, bb. ♥

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