Why is everybody getting married and having babies?!  What the fuck people?!

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Author's Note:  Because
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Author's Note:  I'm not really sure what this is, or how I got it out of the prompts given, but Dean falls in love in his last year.

A tomato dish with some kind of meat, some kind of peppers, some kind of special ingredient that signals bliss, that’s what she serves him next, once he can no longer come up with any more ( Read more... )

Okay, somebody needs to tell me something to write...NOW!  Because I got nothing.  Really...give me something....anything....romance, shmoop, angst, ANYTHING!

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Author's Note:  This way lies death!

Mike had never fallen by the wayside, not really, stiff, furry little body never ignored, value and place within the family never forgotten.  Even with Michael’s newfound interest in girls - that having taken up most his time of late, coloring most of his thoughts - he still treasured ( Read more... )

Author's Note:  I promise, I WILL do humor once more.  Just...not right now.

It wasn’t really a fight per se, more just a passive-aggressive series of attacks between father and daughter.  But between the two of them, that’s pretty much how fights went.

Sam and Sarah would silently glare at each other.  Sarah and Maya would serve up dual silent ( Read more... )

Author's Note:  Been a while, eh?  Well, here's some more.  It was too long so I split it into two parts.  Next part should be up soon, just needs some fine tuning.

She hadn’t wanted to come home for Christmas, not really, not so soon after.  The thought occurred to her to lie, lie like a dog on a rug, say she had a new boyfriend, and he desperately ( Read more... )

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Summary:  A bit of humor.

“No, no, no!” he shouts, indignant arms flapping.  He jumps up from the couch, harshly jostling the girl who’d been curled around him, and jogs over to his sister.  “Totally wrong.”

Her hands immediately come to rest on her hips, typical angry Samantha pout.  “What?” she asks bitterly.  “How would ( Read more... )

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Author's Note:  Here you go...kinda long, kinda funny, kinda angsty.

“Come on, let’s go!” she enthuses, hopping in the room, dropping to the bed like a five-year-old on crack.

Sarah almost smiles despite herself, this sad little routine becoming more and more the bright spot of her days.  “No,” she sighs simply, same ( Read more... )

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Author's Note:  Because it seems rather silly for this series to continue to be called Future's So Bright... what with recent developments and all, and because it's already so long, this is going to be the final chapter.  But, oh, do not despair!  There will be a sequel, named Lineage, which should begin very soon, ( Read more... )