Join together 'neath the misletoe....

[tabaqui]

Ah, Yule-time! Pretty much my favorite time of year. The scent of cedar in the house from the tree, cinnamon-y and bayberry candles, cold nights and frosty mornings and, if we're very good...snow!

I seem, however, to have had my internal thermometer reset. I *cannot* stay warm, no matter what i do. Thank heavens for space heaters and electric blankets!

I know that 'everyone', it seems, is doing this meme, but i do rarely do them, and it seems awfully fun.... kellifer_fic did one for me! So: tell me about a story I haven't written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it.

Depending on how many people ask for one, i'll have them up in the next few days. I reserve the right to cut off prompts, though, if y'all go nuts. Heh.

*I am still having guilt over the last time - a year or so ago? - i asked for prompts and never did them all. I think this will be better, as it's just a few sentences instead of a whole fic/let.*

ANYway - luff you all, stay warm - or cool, as your latitude dictates - and have fun!

ETA: These prompts are for fics i never wrote, guys, so - no timestamps or 'in the 'verse of' stuff, okay? I wanna try something new. :)

Comments

SPN Wolf Pack

[cattraine.livejournal.com]

Jo, OPV of Dean and Sam together, jealousy.

Re: SPN Wolf Pack

[tabaqui]

They could have been her brothers, if they'd wanted to be. If they'd ever cared for anyone but themselves. Could have been family. But Sam and Dean were Sam'n'Dean, for ever and always, amen, amen. There just...wasn't any room for Jo, and there never would be.

Re: SPN Wolf Pack

[cattraine.livejournal.com]

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[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

*hugs* luff you too!

Spike/Xander, What does one give the vampire who has everything?

[tabaqui]

Thanks, bb. :)
*smoooooch*


"It's...a membership. To the Classic Whisky Guild."

"A lifetime membership, Spike! Life time."

[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

Life time
HAHAHAHAHAHA

*smooches*

[kitty-poker1.livejournal.com]

Luffs you too, though absent most of the time. I'm toasty, thanks to turning up the thermostat. *g*

J2, later in life, still in love after all these years.

[tabaqui]

"He'll have the salt-free," Jensen told the waitress, and Jared scowled.

"I hate salt-free."

"You'll eat it and like it," Jensen said. He cupped his gnarled fingers around his coffee cup, and Jared added his own on top, rubbing gently.

"I like you taking care of me."

[riani1.livejournal.com]

willow does a spell to help, without telling anyone, and it works.

[tabaqui]

"Wow, this is...this is...this is good!" Xander squinted at his fork - took another bite of the casserole on his plate. "I mean - really good!"

"Told you I could cook!" Dawn was grinning smugly, biscuit dough drying in her hair and a splatter of - something - down the front of her sweater.

"I nev' dow-ed you," Xander said, around a heaping forkful.

Willow unfolded her napkin and kept her smile to herself.

[(Anonymous)]

Dough in the hair, hah!

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

J2 Jensen just cannot stay warm! ;)

[tabaqui]

"Hey! Get off!" Jared flails desperately in the bed but Jensen holds on - worms his icy toes and fingers into all the warm spots Jared has - which are a lot.

"But I'm coooold," Jensen whines. "Body heat is the best way get warmed up."

"I'll show you body heat."

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

Hee! PERFECT!! :D :D :D

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

The s7 Sam/Dean Christmas fic. Grieving, off the grid, and the only one who brings a present is Hallucifer.

[tabaqui]

'A Christmas Story' is on an endless loop on the laptop, but Dean hasn't laughed for two viewings. He keeps playing the drinking game, though - every time Ralphie says 'Red Ryder BB gun', Dean lifts the bottle to his lips. Bobby's cap is on the broken dresser, the neat little hole edged black with dried blood.

"Merry Christmas," Lucifer says, and he's holding Jess' blonde head in his hands, stroking back hair clotted with blood - singed by fire. "Your first kill, Sammy boy. Catch."

[de-nugis.livejournal.com]

Oh, wonderfully dark. I particularly love Bobby's cap, and the way its singed, blood-edged hole echoes Jess's head. And Dean sinking deeper and deeper into silent drinking.

Thank you!

[sweptawaybayou.livejournal.com]

hee!!

*twirls you*

I would love for you to give me a couple sentences from that pretty boy, drug and poverty and lust!crazed crack!trailer RPS fic you never wrote. You know the one ... Behr/Kane.

;)

Yes. Because I really am just that evol. And because I know you could melt my mind.

*adores endlessly*

[tabaqui]

"You get it?" Christian asks, and Jason stumbles over the mess on the floor - sinks down onto the sagging couch. Christian is naked - sweating - gaunt in the summer heat. His hair stringing to his shoulders and his hands trembling.

Blood on his arm from the last hit he took and Jason bends down and licks it clean, his own shaking hands already pushing at his jeans, dropping the speedball into Christian's lap.

"I got it, fucking cook it up, wanna be in you when it goes in...."

[sparrow2000.livejournal.com]

Hmm, pre-Buffy teenage Xander and Spike - first encounter. :)

[tabaqui]

"You missed a spot," Spike said, and the dark-haired kid scrubbing the wheel-well of the '57 Bel Aire straightened with a snap.

"What?"

"On the fender. You missed a spot. That's a cherry little ride you've got there."

"It's my uncle's but, uh, he lets me borrow it when he loses his license. For a fee. Um. What'd you say again?"

"Oh, never mind," Spike muttered, stalking away. He already had the DeSoto and Dru - he didn't need another princess in his life.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

*thinks*

The one with Sam and Dean and the vampire that came knocking at their motel door quoting a 'prophecy' about the three of them working together to save the world, with a skanky-looking old scroll to back him up. :D

[tabaqui]

"It says right here:The living dead and the mated souls shall plunder the world together when they have defeated that which is called Leviathan. It's prophesied."

"We're not mated, we're just...really close."

"There's creamed corn on this fucking scroll, dude - what, did you dig it out of a dumpster?"

[randomstasis.livejournal.com]

The one where Sam digs up a hunt in Eureka because he's heard of Cafe Diem, and after the initial shock, Dean and Vincent bond over their love of food.

oh, wait, I don't even know if you watch Eureka.

Um, how about a rich boy who runs away with the circus full of very strange people...?

[tabaqui]

I don't, *and please excuse me not knowing his voice *at all** but.....

"This? This is a white truffle sauce infused with bacon and tequila. Drizzled over a cracked black pepper-seared t-bone with jalapeno and brown butter infused mashed potatoes."

Vincent set the plate down, turning it just a little and then patting the edge. Dean just stared at him.

"Will you marry me?"