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[why_me_why_not]

I miss writing. I miss feeling inspired to write, and I think I stop trying to inspire myself when I couldn't write, so now I think I can write, but I don't know what to write. *sigh* Also, I feel like I'm not in any popular fandoms, so I don't know. Does that make sense

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[sxysadie21]

I get the not feeling inspired and then not pushing and ugh. It's a vicious circle. I had to drag myself back out too.

Umm I can give you qaf prompts? *sneaks that in*

[why_me_why_not]

Even when I was in QaF fandom, I rarely wrote it. You can try? Lol.

[sxysadie21]

Hunter/Ben/Michael fic. College. Open for your interpretation.

And you don't have to. ;) I just don't know any other fandoms you are in. Heh. And you can't ever be "out of the qaf-fandom." Okee? Not allowed. ;)

[why_me_why_not]

You are forewarned that I haven't written QaF in years and we're only on S1 in the rewatch.

Hunter loves college. He gets along with his roommate, which is a rarity in his hall. He arranged his schedule so he doesn't have any classes that start earlier than ten. He's got a diner job, because that's what he knows, what he's good at (there was something else he was good at, but that was a different life - everything was divided into Before and After when it came to Michael and Ben). The food is better than the Liberty Diner, but nothing else is. He meets with a study group every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon (but it's not sitting at the kitchen counter getting help while Ben and Michael are making dinner).

Hunter loves college, but he misses home, so when Michael and Ben show up at his dorm on a Friday afternoon, he doesn't even pretend like he's embarrassed by his parents coming to check on him.

[junebug_waltz]

you know i love me some werewolves, but i have no plot ideas to give you. except: pack dynamics and how awesome they are and all the feelings they give me. also, Suits? but again: no plot ideas? /o\ (WEREWOLF!SUITS? IDK)

OR! oh oh man, if you ever felt the urge to continue on, or do a little coda to that one Shameless fic of yours? i would LOVE it. mostly because ian/mickey ohgodtheirloveissodumb.

but you rock. so whatever? ♥

[pjvilar]

I SECOND THE SHAMLELESS PART LIKE A LOT.

[why_me_why_not]

I love those boys, omg.

[why_me_why_not]

OMG, IAN/MICKEY! They are such dumb, dirty boys, idek. Mickey getting all pissed because Frank saw them and then violating his probation instead of killing Frank like he planned. Ugh.

Also! Did you see this weeks Suits yet?

Let me see what I can come up with.

[gelsey]

HP, but of course! First, at least.

~ Draco/Blaise - for what it's worth. More than friends. Meeting Blaise's mother.
~ Viktor/Hermione - (because I'm obsessed with them) The next time we meet. See you again. There are no goodbyes, just until-I-see-you-agains.

I'll try to think of some more for you...

[why_me_why_not]

Draco knows who Mrs Zabini is. He's seen her in passing, at Quidditch games or Kings Cross or during the Trials. Still, he hasn't met her. It's not something he thinks about, until the day he runs into her on Diagon Alley. Or, well, someone else literally runs into her and Draco is the one to help her recover her scattered packages. She introduces herself when she thanks him. When he introduces himself in return, her response is, "Narcissa's son?" instead of recognizing him as a classmate of Blaise.

"Yes, ma'am," he answers politely. "I am a friend of Blaise, as well."

"Oh, really? Do you know anything about this girl he's been dating? He's so secretive, won't even tell me her name, but I heard he was shopping for a ring."

Draco assures her that he is not aware of any girl in Blaise's life (which is true, unless he's counting Pansy, who is his), ignores the part about the ring, and manages not to hex her after her snide remark that he and Blaise must not be that good of friends

[gelsey]

Hee. That makes me very curious about all the particulars of their friendship more than friendship :) Oh, the snideness of Mrs Zabini, I love it. Thank you :D

[why_me_why_not]

Apparently it's a secretive more-than-friendship, lol.

*pets*

[lilian_cho]

I totally wanted to write original fic last month and this month, but only barely wrote a few hundred words. Eh.

Suits, Mike (or Harvey/Mike), catnap =D

Re: *pets*

[why_me_why_not]

Mike would be the first to admit that working weekends sucks. He's been in the office since before the sun came up. This wasn't even his case, just grunt work for Harvey, so Mike has no problem taking his three boxes of files to Harvey's office. It's mostly other associates around, and he doesn't care what they think. He stretches out on the couch in Harvey's office, glad that he can at least enjoy the sunshine through the window, since he's missing this gorgeous day to be Harvey's office slave. Three hours, an energy drink, and what feels like a million pages later, Mike still hasn't found what he's looking for. Adding the file in his hand to the "totally unhelpful" pile, he leans his head back on the arm of the couch, telling himself he's just going to rest his eyes. When he opens them again, it's dark out.

<3

[lilian_cho]

Aww, Mike. At least Harvey's couch is more comfortable than the file room's floor! X-D

Re: <3

[why_me_why_not]

I've got this whole scene in my head with Harvey catching Mike napping in his office, but Idk if it's something I read or something I thought about writing and didn't or something I did write somewhere along the way, haha.

[jackiesjunkie]

HP: Ron, baked goods

[why_me_why_not]

Adventures in Muggle Cooking

The kitchen was a disaster. A stack of bowls were towering on the counter, something white or powdery - flour or sugar, probably - dusted every available surface, and there was something sticky on the floor. Harry pulled out his wand as he entered, cleaning spell at the ready, even though it was definitely Ron's week to clean the kitchen and Ron's mess.

"Stop!" Ron called, holding up a hand and not looking at Harry. He was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor, staring at the oven. "I think I finally got the recipe right. Magic might mess it up