Sep. 27th, 2012

asphaltcowgrrl: (Snoopy Typewriter)
Because I'm a dork and I can't ever resist a good prompt (that and the simple fact that I just need to push myself to be creative these days)... I give you this, spurred by the [ profile] charloft prompt for today.

Yes, it's lame, yes it's short, and who the heck could have believed I could ever say anything in a hundred words?  But eh, there it is.

Nitty gritty details:
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis/Wes, pre-slash
Rating: G (or L for el Lame-O hahahaha)
Notes: Unbeta'd because, really.  Seriously.  
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Blue.  Grey.  Charcoal.  That odd, shimmery olive-colored one.  Frustrated, he stalked out of his room.  Standing in the kitchen, breathing hard, colors beat against him.  Too many choices.

Why was it so hard to choose?

Because it had to be right.  It had to be perfect. 

Wes couldn’t wear just any suit, not tonight, not for their first date.  Travis expected better, deserved better.  It had to be just right.    And it was making him crazy.

He thought about what Travis would like best.  And the choice was made. 


Wes reached for his best jeans and favorite t-shirt.


asphaltcowgrrl: (Ali animu)
Okay, so this prompt has a hold of me.  Sorry.  (Regretting friending me yet?  Hmm...)

This time, we have my two favorite original characters, Ali and her husband, Blake.  Blake's annoying, obnoxious, loud and sexy as hell because, well, most annoying men are. Right?  But, underneath it all, he has a heart of gold and nothing but love for his tough-as-nails wife.  

Fandom: Code Red (original work)
Pairing: Ali/Blake
Rated: G (not nearly as lame, I don't think, as the previous post LOL)
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“I should beat you for this!”

“But you won’t.”  He grinned, knowing it was true.

“But I should. I could. You deserve it,” she seethed.

“You’re right, I do.”  Blake still grinned.  He knew his Cookie and her temper.  She’d forgive him.  Eventually.

“I could also shoot you,” she warned, motioning towards the gun locker in their room.

“But then you’d have to find a new husband,” he countered.

“Says you,” she faltered.

He turned those brilliant blue eyes on her and she felt her anger crack.  Damn him.  “Damn you, Blake.”

“See, you do love me.”

She did.

Oh, and as for what Blake did to piss her off?  Who knows.  With him, it could honestly be anything.  At least he's not threatening to cook their pet pig this time...  


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