Fandom: Angel (the Series)
Title: End of the Tunnel
Author: PsychedelicAmmo
Theme(s): Angsts #23 (Snow)
Pairing/Characters: Angel/Spike
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the AtS/BtVS crew.
Critiques: That'd be nice, but it's not required.
Word Count: 200-ish
Summary: Vamps look a lot like snow after they've been dusted.
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| 2008-06-10 23:53 |
| Graduation Chronicles #3 |
| Public |
 indescribable |
| Garbage - "You Look So Fine" |
| original |
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Graduation Chronicles #3: Beneath The Lights
Notes: 200 more words of graduation related self analysis than anyone else probably needed.
The last song of the senior's last night together as a class was a slow one, a ballad for the couples. In the middle of the floor, Jack and Marion seemed to glow. They were the closest their that class had to royalty. Voted best couple in the yearbook, prom king and queen.
And now it was all drawing to a close.
Sure, the next day was graduation, then there were the celebratory parties to look forward to. After that was the summer, a two month limbo between high school and the great beyond. But all of that seemed fleeting.
Jack and Marion knew the reality of their situation. From here on out, time would pass in a whirlwind. Days would turn to seconds. And a long distance relationship at their age seemed impractical. Marion was going to the University of Buffalo, Jack to the University of Southern California, just as their dreams had dictated.
No, this was their last night; Their last night to revel in high school glory, high school love. Tomorrow, the simply rising of the sun, the beginning of a new day, would change everything. original
And yet the happy continued to dance beneath the lights.
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| 2008-06-09 20:58 |
| Graduation Chronicles #2 |
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 contemplative |
| Kate Perry - "Waking Up In Vegas" |
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Graduation Chronicles #2: Anticlimactic
Notes: This could be taken literally or no, it's reader's preference.
When Tony woke up he didn't feel any differently. He stumbled through the grimy motel and tumbled into the tiny bathroom. He flipped on the light and lent heavily against the sink, staring in to the mirror.
He huffed in disappointed as his own reflection blinked owlishly back. He'd been hoping to see some sort of physical change. The barest bit of stubble had sprouted in unattractive splotches on his chin, but that was nothing new. His eyes were drowsy and blood shot from lack of sleep, but otherwise still the same shade of blue. And despite the case of bed head, his hair looked the same too.
Last night had been the senior prom. He'd asked Loose Laura to be his date. It was a well known fact among the senior boys that Loose Laura gave excellent head. She even swallowed. When she'd agreed to go with him Tony had just about come in his pants.
He'd told his older brother, Pete. Pete had slapped him on the back, proud of his little brother for his impending score. He'd even used his advanced age to get Tony a motel room for the big night.
The prom had been okay. A bunch of their peers, who they saw on a daily basis, dressed up like performing monkeys.
Then afterwards, as subtle as possible, Tony had brought up the motel room. Laura had been all for it.
So they'd done the deed. It had been awkward. Tony was pretty sure that when Laura had been going down on him, he'd jabbed her in the eye, even though she blew it off (no pun intended), saying that it wasn't like she wasn't used to it. Then, she pulled out a condom. And as they'd rounded third plate and slid into home Tony hoped that when he awoke the next morning, the world would be a different place.
Well, it was the next day now. And Tony didn't feel any different, he didn't look any different. Nothing had changed except for a nagging worry that he might come down with a rash on his crotch.
So lame, he thought vaguely as he went out into the bedroom to wake his prom-date and tell her that they needed to clear out of the room, their time was just about up.
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| 2008-05-23 22:15 |
| Graduation Chronicles #1 |
| Public |
 determined |
| Alphaville - "Forever Young" |
| double drabble |
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Graduation Chronicles #1: Rearview Mirror
Notes: A double drabble written during my last VHS class (because I'm such a dedicated, diligent student, even until the very last), cross-posted at fictionpress just for kicks and giggles.
There were no more string, no more boundaries, no more locked doors with long missing keys.
Danny clutched a paper in her fist. The paper. The one that she'd worked so tirelessly in the pursuit of for twelve years, twelve long, interminable years. And now she was free. The gas tank of her old clunker was as full as she could afford. A bag of Cheeto's sat in the passenger seat, her co-pilot. She adjusted the rearview mirror, setting the fuzzy dice swinging.
Her grandmother's ancient Polaroid camera was stashed away in the glove compartment, ready to document what Danny hoped would be a wild ride.
And as she pulled out the drive way, with only a five spot in her pocket and caffeine running through her veins, she glanced into the rearview mirror and remember why she was so anxious to leave.
Danny was beyond these drab surroundings and soon she'd prove it. With both hands clutching at the steering wheel as if her life depended on it, she pulled out of the gravel drive way and into the poorly lit street, all the while vowing never to look back into that rearview mirror again.
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| 2008-05-23 09:02 |
| Alphaville - "Forever Young" |
| Public |
 excited |
| Library Noises |
| inspiration, lyrics |
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Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the mad men
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever? Forever young
Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young
It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading horse
Youth's like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever
So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
We let them come true
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
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| 2008-05-01 10:34 |
| Always Wanted To Go To Vegas |
| Public |
 busy |
| Library Noises |
| latentfiction |
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Prompt: #3 "I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you." Song lyrics from Tegan & Sara's Nineteen. For latentfiction on lj.
Character: Alyssa
So, this afternoon I was standing in one of those, trendy, hipster stores run by people with more piercing than you can count on both hands, and staring. Nineteen years old, only a few months away from my previously postponed freshman year of college at a fairly prestigious university, supposedly mature and ready to face the world, staring struck dumb at a freakin' t-shit. There was a big rainbow splattered across the center with the phrase "we're everywhere" printed in big block letters below.
And as I stared, I thought about what would happen if I were to buy it. I go home with that cashier who's been eying me, daring my to buy the shirt and confirm her suspicions. We suck and buck until the early hours of the morning. Then my parents come in unannounced to find their baby girl in the arms of another girl. Disgusted, they throw me out onto the streets. Dazed and dejected I move to Boston, having lost all hope of college without my parents' support, I get a low paying job, one in a string of many, and become a slut. After three years of destitution and near prostitution, I sell my left kidney (metaphorically speaking) for a ticket to a supposedly sold out Tegan and Sara concert. Just as they're about to sing the line, "I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you", I stumble into a complete stranger. Taken with each other, this not-so-strange woman and I go out for coffee -our first date-. The next day we move in together. Nine and a half months later, I inevitably screw up and she leaves me. I spend the next three years in a myriad of lesbian co-habitation experiments, otherwise known as relationships. I then move in with a nice guy, flamboyant as the sun is bright. We split the rent and all the neighborhood gossip. Eventually, six years down the road, he finds a sugar daddy -otherwise known as a partner-. Roommate-less, I pick up and move to Nevada. I buy a ranch in the middle of the desert and run an animal shelter out of my garage. At my funeral -which no one attends except for my estranged brothers-, they play Nineteen, as requested in my will, because that's when my life first began.
So I bought the shirt. Why? I dunno, I guess it's because I always wanted to go to Vegas.
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| 2008-04-19 21:35 |
| 25Moments Theme Table |
| Public |
 pleased |
| Hot Chip - "Over And Over" |
| 25moments, theme table |
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Scars |
2. |
Vacation |
3. |
Jealousy |
4. |
Life or Death |
5. |
Music |
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Kiss |
7. |
Sated |
8. |
Hunger |
9. |
Drunk |
10. |
Moment of Clarity |
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Weather |
12. |
Pain |
13. |
Comfort |
14. |
Tattoo |
15. |
Making up |
| 16. |
Food |
17. |
Drink |
18. |
Bed |
19. |
Blood |
20. |
Betrayal |
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Trust |
22. |
Five senses |
23. |
Memories |
24. |
Time of Day |
25. |
Kissing in the rain |
The prompt table for ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) 25moments, no claims, just fiction (omg yay).
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Fandom: Angel (the Series)
Title: Movie Night
Author: PsychedelicAmmo
Theme(s): Angsts #16 (Rain)
Pairing/Characters: Angel/Spike
Rating: PG-13 (for general innuendo)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the AtS/BtVS crew or V for Vendetta
Critiques: That'd be nice, but it's not required.
Word Count: 149
Summary: Spike interrupts movie night.
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Fandom: Angel (the Series)
Title: Greatest Of Them All
Author: PsychedelicAmmo
Theme(s): Angsts #14 (Mist/Fog)
Pairing/Characters: Angel/Spike
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the AtS/BtVS crew.
Critiques: That'd be nice, but it's not required.
Word Count: 100
Summary: Spike muses over the great vampires of his time (himself excluded).
Back in his hay day, Dracula had been a big deal. He could shape shift into a bat, hypnotize mortal and slayer alike. Hell, he could even change into the mist. He'd probably go down in history as the greatest vampire to ever sleaze across the earth.
But as Spike watched the unconscious rise and fall of Angel's chest, a sketch book cradled in the crook of his arm and a look of utter concentration on his face with only the sound of scrapping charcoals to accompany him; Spike knew that Angel put all the rest to shame.
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Fandom: Angel (the Series)
Title: To The Victor Go The Spoils
Author: PsychedelicAmmo
Theme(s): Angsts #24 (Story)
Pairing/Characters: Angel/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the AtS/BtVS crew.
Critiques: That'd be nice, but it's not required.
Word Count: 394
Summary: The triumphant story of the illustrious, fabulous and otherwise all powerful Spike
Author's Note: I really need to lay off the crack -_-;;.
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Fandom: Angel (the Series)
Title: Miss Me?
Author: PsychedelicAmmo
Theme(s): Angsts #15 (Nightmare)
Pairing/Characters: Angelus/Spike, Angel/Spike
Rating: soft R (for reasonably non-descriptive pr0n)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the AtS/BtVS crew.
Critiques: That'd be nice, but it's not required.
Word Count: 100
Summary: Spike's favorite nightmare comes back to play.
Spike awoke with his arms bound to the headboard and his ankles to the foot of the bed, stretching his body taunt.
Angel's doppelganger loomed over him.
"Angel?" A slight tremor quivered through his voice. Only to be followed by a growl of spite at the insanity that bloomed in his "lover's" eyes. "Angelus."
"Miss me, m'boy?"
A gag was stuffed in his mouth, muffling Spike's retort.
Pinpricks of pain started in his neck and flared outwards from there. Angelus knew how to make him beg. Soon Spike shattered, his agony given a new name, tears wet on his cheeks.
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Fandom: Angel (the Series)
Title: With Love
Author: PsychedelicAmmo
Theme(s): Angsts #5 (Dreams)
Pairing/Characters: Angel/Spike
Rating: R (for slashy pr0n)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the AtS/BtVS crew.
Critiques: That'd be nice, but it's not required.
Word Count: 100
Summary: In Spike's romantical dreams...
Angel's fingertips lightly stroked Spike's cheek. Slowly, he was able to draw himself from the mantle of content in which Angel's actions had wrapped him.
Feather light kisses trailed down Spike's neck, to his chest, and then lower. Thick fingers rifled through the downy curls near Spike's rapidly hardening length.
Anticipation built. Angel played his body like a well tuned instrument, making him moan and whimper for something he no longer knew to name.
When Angel finally pushed inside, Spike almost wept with relief. He was so immersed in pleasure that he nearly missed Angel's whispered words, "Love you, Will."
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Fandom: Angel (the Series)
Title: Wings
Author: psychedelicammo
Theme(s): Angsts #11 (Grey/Silver)
Pairing/Characters: Angel/Spike
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the AtS/BtVS crew.
Critiques: That'd be nice, but it's not required.
Word Count: 100
Summary: Spike muses over Angel's wings [drabble].
Sometimes, late at night, Spike imagined that Angel had wings. They curled against his back in slumber, feather skittered across the bare skin of his shoulder.
They were beautiful, all silver and gray.
Spike could remember a time when he'd imagined them to be completely black. But since Angel's reunification with his long lost soul, they'd grown increasingly lighter.
But he harbored no illusion that Angel would ever be enveloped by down as white as the driven snow. Every child to play with paints knows that no matter how much white you mix in, you'll never get anything but gray.
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Fandom: Angel (the Series)
Title: Valentine's Blues
Author: psychedelicammo
Theme(s): Angsts #8 (Flower)
Pairing/Characters: Angel/Spike
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the AtS/BtVS crew.
Critiques: That'd be nice, but it's not required.
Words: 863
Summary: Just a silly, slightly belated V-Day fic.
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ANGSTS:
For the 30_somethings prompt community. My claim is Angel/Spike.
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Title: Birds A Callin'
Fandom/Pairing: Brian/Justin
Disclaimer: Cowlip and Showtime owns them.
Summary: Standard Christmas fic. Brian's not in the holiday mood, but Justin has found a way to work around that.
Warnings: Nothing too graphic, just a blow job.
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| 2007-12-25 23:49 |
| New Journal Yays. |
| Public |
 sleepy |
| Peach Stealing Monkeys - "The Only One For Me" |
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So as a Christmas present to my muse I decided to get a fiction journal and since I don't want to get swept up in the next fandom purge on lj, I decided to make it here. Fuck lj. Besides IJ's mascot is way better. Tweak is kickin' ass and takin' names and Frank is just... a goat. He doesn't look like a very cuddly goat either. Okay so I'm going to stop my negative lj rambling ('cause I've still ya know... got one) and catch some shut eye.
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bouncy
geeky
accomplished
apathetic
procrastinate-y
silly
peaceful
drained