prompts! because writing about friendship is always fun

[harborshore]

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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[harborshore.livejournal.com]

This one has to be big bang verse, yeah? ♥ (And sorry, this is another vaguely angsty one. Paramore!cuddling and big bang verse, damn, I promise I'll write about kittens next time?)


Gerard can't sleep. It's been three weeks since he was miraculously rescued from prison, his hands are getting better, his brother is alive, and he still can't fucking sleep.

He slides out of his sleeping bag, careful not to jostle Mikey (who keeps insisting on sleeping next to him, like he thinks Gerard'll go away if Mikey doesn't not look hard enough) and heads into the kitchen. Some coffee won't help, exactly, but at least he'll feel clear-headed instead of groggy.

Amanda's at the kitchen table, hands curled around a mug. Without turning around she says, "No coffee, Gerard. I made some tea, have some of that instead."

He grumbles a little, but Amanda's been able to tell him what to do since they first started this thing and she turned up, three crates of weapons in her car and a wild look in her eyes. She even managed to teach him how to shoot, which as Brian put it was "nothing short of a fucking miracle."

So he grabs some tea and sits down in front of her.

"You too?" she says.

"Yeah, it's, you know. My head won't stop--" and he makes a gesture that he's pretty sure she'll get. She always does.

Nodding, she turns her mug around in her hands, until the side that says "THE EARLY BIRD CATCHES" is turned to Gerard. She knows he hates the side where you can see the worm pinned under a beak.

"Dreams are bullshit," she says, "but that doesn't help you get rid of them, does it?"

"It really doesn't," he agrees, sipping carefully at the tea. It's at that perfect heat when it doesn't burn your tongue but it makes you feel all warm.

Fine, so it's not coffee, but it's not bad either.

She grins like she knows what he's thinking. "Dusty sleeps," she says, before he gets around to asking. "Her and Katie both--but I keep dreaming about getting to the jail and both of them being, you know."

Reaching out, he covers one of her hands with his. "Yeah, I do," he says, "I do know. Mikey's, I keep, even though I know he's fine."

Amanda lets go of her mug and threads her fingers through his, so they're holding hands over the breakfast table. "They're fine," she says, voice low. "They're fine, and we're okay, and we're going to be safe today."

Yeah, today, Gerard thinks, but doesn't say it, tightening his grip on her hand instead. He'll leave the silence open, for now, open and almost whole, like they could all make it.

[enhendi.livejournal.com]

ILU. You write achy, painful commentfic when I prompt things like "gen, with snuggles," but still. ♥

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;_____________; OH GOD TELL ME YOU FIX THEM.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

SORRY. I don't know why I keep doing that! At least they always turn out decent, the things I write for you. ♥ If it was BAD painful commentfic, that'd be worse, right?

Truefax: my big bang verse ends with a huge concert in my head. Huge, with hundreds of thousands of people dancing.