Yeah More Prompts Please. I Have No Creativity!

[satj]

So, in the interest of getting ideas for what to write (yes I'm too lazy to work on a 4,000 word chapter that's over half done when I know where it's going, but not too lazy to write random drabbles/ficlets/etc) I have a couple of prompt things yoinked for various places for you to comment me with! :)

Firstly, the lyrics one. Simple: You post up

Comments

[sour_kitty]

ian- thats not how you do it. lee

i suck more than lee with ian a lollypop *headdesk*

[emothy]

( Dude. You gave me Ian and Lee and I didn't even slash them. What's wrong with me?! )

ian- thats not how you do it. lee

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There was this sort of tradition Ian had come to expect every so often. Every so often would be the morning-after a day-before that had gotten to be all too much for him. Critics would call it a singer cracking under pressure, or being highly strung, but they didn't realise how much work went into maintaining a band.

The tradition went sort of like this, because it had come to involve everything leading up to the morning, not just that. First Ian would get tired and irritable. Then he would nit-pick at everything he did, until he finally snapped. Then he would walk out and nobody would attempt to follow him.

Then would follow the night-before. And each one would vary slightly, but whether he woke up with a hangover, a boy in his bed, or a syringe, he would always walk away from it and into Lee, who would just shake his head.

[sour_kitty]

oh

nortie ian, and watchful lee. that last sentence just makes me ouch because oh

and wow nonslashing of the OTP *checks your temperature*

[emothy]

See I got the ntoe to work and stuff and and! *bounces about happily* I do enjoy writing the fic where you get to fill-the-gaps yourself ;)

...Hey mebbe it's pre-slash, after all what does Lee think is the right way to deal? ;)

[sour_kitty]

richey - 10.14pm as usual. nicky

dont ask :s

[emothy]

( I know you wanted pr0n you liar, but muhahaha you get angst instead! )

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Richey would always sneak out of the room during the first advert break of the show, at 10.09pm, check his reflection in the mirror and try to flatten down his hair a little at 10.10pm, and then make his way up the stairs quietly, careful to avoid any creaky ones, just in time to reach the bedroom doorway at the same time everytime; 10.14pm.

He would peer in at Nicky stretched out on the bed, refusing to watch the TV as a sign of protest against... Whatever it was about, Richey never seriously watched it. His eyes, when they weren't outlined in kohl, would still be heavy and black. A result of his insomnia. He wouldn't make a noise, barely even breathe, but Nicky would look up and catch his eyes and smile everytime.

He'd been gone for years, but they still played repeats on TV, because some things never changed. And everytime Nicky would look up and out of the door towards the light, and still see Richey there peering in.

[sour_kitty]

*meep*

ok that was so, simple *butyaknowinthegoodway* but dude, im actually blinking here because omg you wrote the angst and its nickyrichey and dude you so cannot make me cry because thats just mean and bah! you be so good damnit

[emothy]

They are like the easiest to cry over in the world though! Nicky and the nostalgia and longing and not knowing what happened to Richey left only to wonder and torture himself with the possiblities and the hows and whys and whats and whens OMG

*whines*

[sour_kitty]

jamie - what do you think about travel-battleship? mike

[emothy]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG

...

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

*can't stop laughing omg*

*will think of something when the laughter stops... if ever!*

[sour_kitty]

*bows*

i think my work here is done ;)

[emothy]

( I take no responsibility for the cheesiness, you ask for it when you ask for travel-anything! ;) )

-

"B-4." Mike guesses.

"Hit."

"...C-4." Mike says.

"Hit." Jamie sighs.

"A-4?" Mike asks.

"Mi-iss!" Jamie squeaks, and glances into the front seat. No-one else is paying any attention, and Mike knows it. He smirks.

"Okay then," he says, "D-4."

"Hee... Hit." Jamie gasps, and reaches down to grab Mike's foot between his legs and push it away. "You're cheating dude!"

"Doesn't sound like he's cheating to me, Jay." Ian comments, and Jamie hears a snigger from somewhere. He looks at Lee, who's looking anywhere but his way.

"E-4." Mike says monotonously, he knows it'll be a hit, he's bored now.

"Hit." Jamie sighs again. "You sunk my battleship."

"I did?" Mike asks, slipping his foot back again. "Doesn't feel like it to me!"

[x_carnivale_x]

Ian/Lee [do i ever request anything else? dun think so. kthx.]

Lyrics.

Oh My Love...
I stand on a distant shore,
The Turning Tide,
Breathes all the mystery of you.

Oh My Dreams...
Are lost with the autumn leaves,
That turn to gold,
And fall in the memory of you.

I Will Remember You Still || Aeone

[emothy]

Gah I suck, I can't think of anything, it's just not jumping out at me, blah :/ You might have to push some suggestions my way or something, quick, while I'm in a writing mood!

[x_carnivale_x]

How about something with Lee standing on a beach, and then Ian showing up or something?

that prompt you a bit?

[tearis]

heyhey ^____^ I would like to make a request:

Ian/Lee

Was it worth it? - Lee

Oh, could you please add me to this writing journal as well??? (0.0) Please, please, please?

[satj]

I'll see what I can come up with :)

Meanwhile, added!

[tearis]

YAY- thank you *hugs* ^_______^