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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[antihysteric.livejournal.com]

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

Mac/Lyn-Z, 1/2

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

How about Lyn-Z/Mac? *grins* Let's pretend they're both at Hearst, yeah?


Mac knocks on Lyn-Z's door with only a little bit of trepidation.

Okay, a lot. Lyn-Z Ballato has this really unsettling tendency to make Mac's palms sweaty and, like, Mac stammers when she talks to her and it's just embarrassing, all of it.

Except she really likes Lyn-Z, so she wants to keep talking to her. And now Lyn-Z has invited her over, because she wants Mac's help with a website she wants to make for her art class and this is crazy and Mac should just turn around and--

The door opens and Mac smiles helplessly at Lyn-Z, who looks really happy to see her.

"Come in!"

And Mac goes, taking a deep breath and going through what she was going to say. "I thought we could start with--" and then she doesn't know how to continue, because Lyn-Z's dorm room (a seriously sweet single) is, well, there's a blanket fort. The desk is still uncovered, but the bed is hidden beneath a couple of blankets that hang from the shelves across the bed, anchored with what looks like two enormous books on art. Also, there are pillows everywhere.

"You made a blanket fort," she says, instead of going into her thoughts on Web Design for Newbies.

Lyn-Z smiles, this bright, unfettered smile that makes Mac's breath catch. "Yeah," she says, and she sounds shy, which is something Mac's never heard in Lyn-Z's voice before. "I thought maybe, um--" and she edges a little closer to Mac, so close Mac could just lean in and, oh, now she really can't breathe.

"Really?" she manages, and Lyn-Z nods, reaching out and touching her face.

"I just," she says, "you're kind of amazing and I always want to kiss you." Which she does, at that, softly and quickly, and Mac doesn't think either of them is ever going to stop smiling.

Lyn-Z breaks away to continue, cheeks going red, "I didn't know how to tell you, so I thought, you know, blanket forts are kind of the universal signal for cuddling, or, maybe--"

"I like 'or maybe'," Mac says, as firmly as she can, and feels something sing inside, something she thought she'd forgotten how to recognize. She holds out her hand and Lyn-Z pulls her in close, and then they crawl onto the bed and Mac wants, oh, she just wants so much.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Neither of them mind when they pull the blankets loose from the bookshelves within three minutes, effectively ruining the fort, they just laugh and squirm out of the tangle and get close again.

Lyn-Z slides her hands up the back of Mac's shirt, grinning in delight when it makes Mac shiver. "I want this off," she says, and Mac nods, unable to look away from the bright, intent look in Lyn-Z's eyes.

"You too," she says, and starts unbuttoning the white button-down Lyn-Z is wearing. When the buttons defeat her Lyn-Z takes over again, and Mac can sit back and watch, just, Lyn-Z's skin, it's almost too much. Mac follows Lyn-Z's hands with hers, and when they get to Lyn-Z's breasts, they both shudder.

"I gotta, my bra," Lyn-Z gets out and squirms to unclasp it. Before she can slide her shirt off, Mac leans in to push her bra up so she can mouth over Lyn-Z's breasts, because seriously, damn.

Lyn-Z makes a noise, arching into Mac's mouth. "You, fuck, come on, come here," and she pulls at Mac's hair. "I wanna kiss you some more."

Mac laughs and kisses her way up Lyn-Z's neck until she gets to her mouth. "I'll kiss you forever," she tries to say into the kiss, but ends up laughing at herself.

Lyn-Z shakes her head, smoothing her hand over Mac's hair. "Maybe I'll just keep you here," she whispers, grinning again. "In my nest of blankets. You don't need to go to class, right? You can invent a robot or something who does that for you. I just want to keep you here."

And Mac has to hide her face in Lyn-Z's shoulder at that, because she never thought she'd have this again, really. So she nods, and then she kisses Lyn-Z again, because she forgot what words to use, doesn't think Thank you are the right ones. She just wants to hold on for a while, touch some more, and maybe more than anything, she wants to laugh some more, revel in how being close to someone is making her happy again, finally.

She thinks about how Veronica's going to smile and pointedly not say "I told you so", she thinks about the last time she was in someone else's bed, and she thinks about the fact that really, she has nowhere to be this weekend, nowhere but here.

"I'm never letting you go, not for hours," she whispers into Lyn-Z's skin, and then she thinks about sunshine.

[antihysteric.livejournal.com]

eeeeeeeeeee! This is so fabulous. Of course Mac would be telling herself, "it's just IT help, it's just IT help," as a mantra, and then Lyn-Z! Being all matter-of-fact about it, yeah I'm gonna kiss you. HEARTS IN MY EYES.

Thank you so much! You totally made my day. <3

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Of course, now I have a whole story about this verse in my head, of how they got to this point (the epic pining, oh lord) and the subsequent and inevitable case of some kind that they have to help Veronica with (and I think in this universe Veronica ends up with Bob, just because). Etc, etc. Basically it boils down to wacky crossover femmeslash with pining, which if there was more of it would be the only genre I ever read. Anyway, ♥

[antihysteric.livejournal.com]

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If you actually wrote that out, I would read it every day and probably THREE times on Sundays. Wacky crossover femmeslash with pining is the best genre, even if it may be a niche genre, HEE. Throw in Bob and VMars, and its awesome quotient somehow would go up even more. (Backup likes Bob! Keith is less sure about him, but at least he's not Logan Echolls!)

you've got a lot on your plate already, I see, but uh. I really love this idea regardless. It's so much fun to think about, and you are sort of brilliant. ♥

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

TOO MANY IDEAS. But wouldn't it be lovely? Bob would be a friend of Lyn-Z's, I think, from the performance art she does (he's a theatre tech/music production major, so he does sound for them), and she gets him to help them with bugging. Him and Mac bond hardcore over that, in a completely platonic and geeky way, and Lyn-Z is sort of surprised to see Bob actually animated and talking.

Oh lord. Yeah, it's fun to think about. It's great to combine bandom with a tv show, because it gives you all of these sets to play around with--I know what Hearst College looks like, right? And I have a cast of characters--oh, this could work so well. WHY IS TIME NOT MORE ELASTIC, I ask you.

I mean, you also have the lengthy pining before the above ficlet, right? Wherein Lyn-Z does a lot of really specific art (until her advisor laughs at her) and Mac does a lot of staring and blushing in class (those skirts, man, she knows they're a statement, but they're also really hot, right?).

[blindmouse.livejournal.com]

Oh shit, just, you ♥

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

I really, really like this one, and I'm glad you do too. (THEY WOULD BE WONDERFUL TOGETHER, right?) ♥