Monday: TV Tropes
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comment_ficGood morning/afternoon/evening, everyone. I'll be your guest host for the week & I'll always try to post as close to 12am PST as I can (though of course there may be times when I fall asleep & post a little late... which is what's happening right now, please forgive me). Our first theme is TV Tropes. Invariably, all forms of entertainment media rely on tried-&-true creative devices to shape their stories, develop their characters, just get their points across, etc, & today we're using those tropes as prompts.
You can visit the TV Tropes site here & pick out any trope(s) you like. Careful, though - people sometimes get lost in that site, it's so vast & so awesome!
Please keep these rules in mind when posting prompts:
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, hands-on approach
Inception, Arthur/Eames, did I just say that out loud?
CWRPS/Supernatural, Misha/Castiel/Dean, the existence of an identical stranger should probably be a bit more upsetting... though, at the moment, Dean's having a hard time remembering why
Nothing really interesting you today? That's alright, there are plenty of Lonely Prompts out there waiting for love.
Alright, you crazy kids. Have fun!
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You can visit the TV Tropes site here & pick out any trope(s) you like. Careful, though - people sometimes get lost in that site, it's so vast & so awesome!
Please keep these rules in mind when posting prompts:
- Only three prompts for the same fandom.
- Only five prompts in a row (though if one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again).
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
- Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, hands-on approach
Inception, Arthur/Eames, did I just say that out loud?
CWRPS/Supernatural, Misha/Castiel/Dean, the existence of an identical stranger should probably be a bit more upsetting... though, at the moment, Dean's having a hard time remembering why
Nothing really interesting you today? That's alright, there are plenty of Lonely Prompts out there waiting for love.
Alright, you crazy kids. Have fun!
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Date: 2010-09-27 02:43 pm (UTC)"I believe so," Cas said. "What next?"
"Pull your arm back- no- shit- don't let go of the ball, Cas, you'll take someone's neck off!"
Cas nodded. "And the point is to use this ball to knock down those ten pins."
"Yep. Give it a go. knock those suckers down."
Cas stepped forward, and let loose.
It wasn't a strike. In all honesty, Cas must have had more mojo than they thought, because the pins literally splintered and shattered.
Cas turned to look at Dean. "I knocked those suckers down, Dean," he said, smugly.
"Yeah," Dean said, still standing close enough to guide Cas' follow through. "You did-" he froze suddenly. Security. "Time to check out."
As they bolted for the exit, Dean added, "Y'know, some people say thunder is just angels bowling."
Cas' dark look was enough to warrant their own oncoming storm.
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Date: 2010-09-27 03:46 pm (UTC)Morbid curiosity, and a tightness in his pants as the fake Castiel pulls the real Castiel's trench coat off, slides a hand under his collar, and kisses his neck. And Castiel makes a sound, hoo boy a sound Dean has never heard him make before. He's not sure Cas isn't in pain, but the fake Cas gives him a dangerous look. "I know what turns me on," he murmurs, and continues to slide his tongue up and down the side of Castiel's neck, from the crux where it meets his shoulder to just beneath his ear.
Dean's fascinated with the goosebumps that are starting to prickle on Castiel's arms, with the way his shoulders start twitching. He moves closer not knowing why, murmuring "Get off him" but not really meaning it. Castiel's eyes have closed, and he's leaning into the stranger's touch, arching back against him when the not-Castiel's hand comes around his waist and tightens on the flat of his stomach. Dean glances down to see it and sees what's below it too.
Castiel's eyes flutter open. "Dean," he moans, and his hands reach out. But when Dean takes them, presumably to pull him loose, Castiel yanks him close instead.
The scent of two Castiels is too much for him to handle. Dean's lips burn with want. He's never had a fantasy or a wet dream that left him feeling quite this way. It's paralysis and fascination and dread all in one, and the little part of him that shouts Stupid! Stupid! is fading far away.
He's happy it's the real Castiel's lips that brush his first, but he accepts a kiss from the false one, too. They taste different, though they look the same, and Dean wants to lay them out side by side and examine each inch of their bodies, find out where the differences lie. Dean growls into the false Castiel's mouth. The smile that curves beneath his lips tells him he's about to get his chance.
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Date: 2010-09-27 03:59 pm (UTC)He quickly crossed the room, calling Christian's name enough to get his attention. Grabbing his shoulder, he turned Christian to face him, holding him at arms length, hands curled around his biceps.
Christian's fingers dug into his shoulders and Steve tensed, not sure what Christian was going to do next, whether he was going to push him away or punch him.
What Christian did was neither of Steve's anticipated scenarios. In fact, Christian's face crumpled, his body slumping forward against Steve, clutching at him as silent tears fell.
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Date: 2010-09-27 02:53 pm (UTC)Not one of the jobs where everything went south and people kept nearly getting caught and or killed. Personally Nate would rather have that kind of job since the team operated best under that kind of stress and they were actually less likely to get a serious injury than they were from *this* kind of job.
This kind of job was one where two members of the team were forced to spend long periods of time together.
This kind of job generally resulted in Eliot and Hardison inches away from murdering each other.
Thankfully this job was almost ready to be in the past tense. The tail end of the con was playing out, Eliot and Hardison were finally getting to play through to the end of their role.
And then it started becoming the other kind of job.
Nate was back at home base, listening over the coms as Hardison and Eliot continued to bicker and half yell at each other as shit hit the fan, their arguments reduced to short hand “Damit Hardison”s and “Damit Eliot”s, the panic in their voices causing Nate to shout over the coms for *someone* to tell him what was going on.
Then there was gun shots and sounds of a fight, a half roaring sound that Nate wasn’t even sure was human but defiantly seemed angry.
Seconds passed, he could hear soft thumps and what sounded like breaking bone and he didn’t make a sound because he had to find some evidence someone was still alive.
Then, Eliot’s voice, soft, afraid, yet hopeful. “Hardison?” A beat, rustling cloth. “Hardison, man, come on, open your eyes… you’re okay.” The last sounded more like a question, or a prayer. There was a small moan and a relived breath. “That’s it. Move slow. I’m gonna get you outta here.” Shuffling, probably Eliot pulling Hardison up.
“Hurts like a bitch.” Hardison muttered, half under his breath.
“Well you shouldn’t have gotten between me and the bad guys then.” Eliot responded, his tone far more gentle than it ever got when one of them wasn’t hurt.
“He was coming at you with a knife and you were busy with the other dude. It was instinct. Sue me for trying to save your cowboy ass.”
Nate wasn’t really sure what emotion was in his tone when Eliot finally addressed them over the coms. “We’re okay here, just ran into some goons and Hardison tried to play the hero. We’re on our way back.” A beat later he added. “and next time Hardison? Let me worry about my own ass.”
“Aww…” Parker said over the coms, her tone not quite right for the sentiment but it was Parker after all. “See, they really do love each other.”
Two matching muttered warnings were the only response.
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Date: 2010-09-27 02:47 pm (UTC)Oh, this tickles my fancy. Shall have it up later