Wednesday: TV Tropes
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comment_ficOur third prompt this week is TV tropes. Hope you’re as excited as I am!
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* Only one prompt per comment, three prompts per fandom, and five prompts per day. If someone fills a prompt of yours, you can then prompt again.
* No spoilers in prompts until a week from air/publication dates.
*If your fill contains spoilers, then please label it clearly and leave enough spaces for people to be able to avoid it.
Finally, for the sake of our codemonkeys, please format your prompts like shown below:
Examples:
Supernatural, Sam, Warrior Therapist
Supernatural/ST XI, Dean/McCoy, Accidental Marriage
Here's your reminder about the rules:
* Only one prompt per comment, three prompts per fandom, and five prompts per day. If someone fills a prompt of yours, you can then prompt again.
* No spoilers in prompts until a week from air/publication dates.
*If your fill contains spoilers, then please label it clearly and leave enough spaces for people to be able to avoid it.
Finally, for the sake of our codemonkeys, please format your prompts like shown below:
Examples:
Supernatural, Sam, Warrior Therapist
Supernatural/ST XI, Dean/McCoy, Accidental Marriage
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Date: 2011-06-15 07:00 am (UTC)homebase - PG, future!fic, gen
Date: 2011-06-15 09:34 pm (UTC)(Um, I went with more of a brotherly thing, if that's alright?)
Finn and Dad meet him at the airport; they're waiting at the luggage carousel, talking about the previous night’s football game. Kurt tries to sneak past them, but Dad says, “Ah, ah, kiddo,” and Finn snakes out one his arms to grab him.
Kurt doesn’t even fight it, just lets Finn reel him in and scoop him completely off the ground. “Yes, Finn,” he mutters, patting his brother’s back. “Glad to see you, too.”
Once Finn releases him, Dad pulls him into a hug; Kurt hugs back, pressing a kiss to Dad’s cheek.
“C’mon, let’s beat the traffic,” Dad says after Kurt points out his single bag of luggage and Finn snags it for him. “Carole and Mercedes’ve planned a massive party for you.”
Kurt smiles, lightly shoving Finn to the side, and asking Dad what else is in store.
It is good to be home, take a breather, and just be.
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Date: 2011-06-16 02:17 pm (UTC)Owen rolled his eyes, his hand surreptitiously creeping down into his jacket pocket. He squeezed. Ah, there. Slightly cool to the touch and smooth against his palm, the not-quite-glass bottle settled his nerves a little.
"Oy! 'M talkin' to you!" the other man yelled over the synthesized thump of cheesy 80s music. Built like a mack truck, the towering brute sidled up close and poked one outraged finger in the general vicinity of Owen's chest. Assuming he aimed for the heart, the man missed by about a mile. Not so much with the coordination, then.
Owen flicked his eyes away from the bottle blonde who stood off to the right of the bar, her eyes wide and her lower lip sucked under her upper teeth *just so.* Instead, he took in the tipsy boyfriend -- strike that, note the wedding rings -- and considered. The bloke wasn't half bad, excepting the slurred speech and the overwhelming stench of peach schnapps. Actually, he *did* have quite the whitest smile Owen had seen in awhile, and the anger lent his cheeks an appealing blush.
"Right, then."
Owen shrugged and took out the bottle. He sprayed, careful not to accidentally contaminate any passers by. The teeny bopper who'd been leaning over the bar for the last hour in a vain attempt to score an illegal bit of booze? Bleck. Not only did Owen have no intention of playing nursemaid, but she looked like a weevil. The boyfr, err, husband, however...
Owen cocked his brow.
Suddenly, Owen tasted peach schnapps as a practiced tongue slipped past his still-smirking lips.
Owen reached out for the blonde. He tousled her hair playfully whilst nuzzling the husband's sweetly spiked stubble.
"All right, lovelies... my place or yours?"
God, Owen loved his job. The hours were shit, but the perks, mate... the perks.
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