Monday - Pop culture

[darling-lisa.livejournal.com]

*waves*

Hi! I'm Lisa (raggedy_edge) and I'm going to be your guest host for this week. I hope we have some fun. :)

To start things off, I thought we might play around with pop culture. Its a pretty wide sandbox to play in, so I thought it would be the perfect Monday theme to ease us into the week. Basically you are only limited by what has been released to the masses... movies, songs, books, television, celebrity catch phrases... its all fair game.

Please just make sure to be format your prompts correctly ie:

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

An example of today's theme might be:

Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, "somebody has a case of the monday's" (Office Space)

Also, please remember to leave just one prompt per comment, and don't forget if you happen to think up a response to your own prompt, you are more than welcome to answer it.

Finally, if nothing strikes your fancy in today's theme, there are always the Lonely Prompt indexes waiting for your loving attention!

Ok, thats it for now, have fun!

Comments

[jestana.livejournal.com]

National Treasure, Patrick Henry Gates/Emily Appleton, "Don't you dare think of spanking me!" (a la John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara in McClintock!)

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

House, House/Wilson, saturday night disco with mind control

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tony/McGee, mass media is mind control

Backseat, SPN, Dean/Castiel, dude wheres my car

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

God help me... Cracky Angel Pornishness!


“Dude, where’s my car?”

Castiel swaggered over to Dean and gave a cheesy smile. “You can ride me instead.”

Dean took a deep breath, anger seeping into his every cell as he tried to keep from strangling the angel with his own tie.

“Have you been watching porn again?”

Castiel gave him a jaunty wink. “We could watch together.”

“Seriously, where is my car?”

Castiel went back to his normally blank expression. “I thought you might like the pornographic imagery since you seem to enjoy it so well on the television. I have not harmed your car. I simply put it elsewhere.”

“You moved my car?” He shuddered, thinking of what Castiel might have done to it. Or where he might have moved it to. “Next time you want to reenact porn just get in the goddamn back seat!”

Dean stalked off, but Castiel got a cheesy smile back as he swaggered after him. “Why Dean, let me help you find your car. I think I’ve forgotten something in the back seat.”

[jestana.livejournal.com]

Numb3rs, Larry/Megan, "I can't smile without you." (bonus points for working the song in)

Numb3rs, Larry/Megan, "I can't smile without you."

[emmademarais.livejournal.com]

They don't send normal love letters, but then they're not a normal couple.

Larry's old fashioned though. He likes paper. Megan learned the fine arts of stationery at her mother's knee when she was a little girl, even though she hated it and would rather be out climbing trees, so she knows where to get nice paper that feels good to the touch: heavy and textured. The shop staff try to talk her into colors, but she just wants white.

So when he sends her photographs of distant nebulae in large envelopes in the mail, she sends back a custom mix CD with the song listings written out in her best private school handwriting on the paper she knows he'll keep.

She lets the songs speak for her - Walking on Sunshine when something good happens and I Can't Smile Without You when she's blue and misses him by her side.

She knows the nebulae speak for him and that's okay because even though she never understood everything Larry said she was always comforted anyway.

[restlessme.livejournal.com]

Gossip Girl, Blair/Jack, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn" (Gone with the Wind)

[vae]

The Authority, Midnighter/Apollo, Let's be bad guys (Serenity)

Bad guys

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

Apollo floated over a school house like a forlorn angel watching the last of it burn. A section of an insane agency had set fire to the place to grab their attention and keep it away from the actual crimes they were committing. Something had gone wrong and The Authority had stopped their actual crime, Apollo was so upset he forgot what petty, greedy thing they had been doing.

Now the lives of fifteen elementary aged children and three teacher aids were lost forever. The rest had gotten out, but these poor souls had been in the basement room with the inferno and no exit.

Apollo landed on the ground the concrete melting under his feet. Midnighter knew better than to get too close, but he came near as possible.

"Apollo," he said his voice full of knowing, understanding.

"Midnighter," he said molten tears running down his cheeks.

Hawksmore came over to them with a hand up. Apollo let down the shield of heat since Hawksmore kept getting closer.

"We have to stay calm. We can't be rash about this. They did a bad thing, but doesn't mean we can go on a rampage. That would make us the bad guys."

"Hey Midnighter," Apollo said his body cooled completely and Midnighter coming closer.

"Yeah hon?" Midnight said placing a soft kiss on his lips before wrapping his arms around Apollo's waist.

"Let's be bad guys," he said and in a flash the twosome was flying up into the sky to wreak the vengeance that was much deserved.

[vae]

Firefly, Mal/Simon, "the readiness is all" (Shakespeare)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

In the bedroom, it was the opposite. Mal always had to stop and think, to ponder the ramifications of their actions. Simon always wanted to jump right in and just see what happened.

So as Simon left hard bruising kisses all over Mal's chest and stomach, some part of Mal was running through his list. Crew unity. Ability to make objective decisions as captain. Distractions in a dangerous job. Likelihood that this will end badly and the crew won't have a doctor. Inara will be upset, maybe jealous. Jayne will be upset, definitely jealous. Zoe will laugh. Hard. And Often. We could hurt each other. We could hurt each other physically if we do all the things Simon comes up with. We would have to explain the injuries to everyone....

"Mal. I think it's time for you to concentrate."

"Maybe we should - I mean, I think that this is not going to - I mean, is this really wise?"

"Wisdom is not required, Mal." Simon answered, glancing at Mal's erection, "The readiness is all."

[vae]

A Knight's Tale, Chaucer/Wat, eight days a week (Beatles)

[vae]

RPS, Nathan Fillion/Sean Maher, "come to the dark side"

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Nathan snickered as he turned the page.

"What are you reading, a script?" Sean asked, gesturing at the printout.

"No, reading a story about Adam Baldwin travelling in a time machine to meet Jayne."

"That's ... weird."

"Jayne is his distant, distant relative."

"Okay."

"And now they're making out."

"That's...um, I'm gonna go with weird again."

Nathan smiled and handed him a few pages from the middle of the stack. "Try these."

"No, thanks."

"No, really, that one's good. It's about Summer and Jewel going on vacation to the English countryside. They meet a bunch of Jane Austen characters and teach them about futuristic sex toys."

"Um, no thanks... where are you finding these stories, Nathan?"

"Online. Oh - this one's about you and Adam! And then David Boreanaz shows up. Wait, why him?"

"Yeah, I definitely don't want to know."

Nathan grinned. "Come on, Sean. Come to the dark side. You know you're curious."

Sean scrunched over and covered his ears. "Don't want to know."

Nathan leaped up and gave him a quick hug from behind. "Okay, Sean, your loss. But it's a shame. Because this one comes with illustrations."

Sean groaned. He paused before giving in to the irresisible force that was an excited Nathan. "Fine. Show me."

Years later, Sean was still having nightmares about the images.

[vae]

Lucifer Box, Lucifer/Charlie, "It is a truth universally acknowledged"

[elebridith]

Leverage/Firefly, Eliot/Jayne, pangalactic gargle blaster

[havenward.livejournal.com]

I'm playing catch up. I have a brain, I swear - I've added it to my list... :snugs:

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Dark Angel, Sam/Alec, "We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team" (Sugar, we're going down - Fall Out Boy)

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, "Can't you ask me an intelligent question?" - "I didn't want to confuse you." (All in the family)

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“Do you think we'll ever get a real home, Dean? With a backyard and maybe a dog?” Sam asked as they ate their McDonald's Happy Meals in the backseat of the Impala. Dean was busy starring out the window at the Kansas countryside. “Bobby used to have a swing set with a seesaw in his backyard. Do you think we can we get one of those?”

Dean rolled his eyes. His brother hadn't yet caught on to the fact that they were never going home. They could never go back, too much had happened-- too much that Dad tried to shield from both of them, but Dean saw it anyway. “Can't you ask me an intelligent question?”

Sam stuck his tongue out at his brother, “I didn't want to confuse you.”

Just as Dean was about to punch Sam back for being a wise ass, his father looked back in the rear-view mirror. Dean never wanted to make trouble or make more of an issue out of not having a home than it was already. He sighed and just said, “Just finish your fries, Sammy.”

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, Somewhere over the rainbow...

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker/author's choice, "I lie, I cheat, I steal and I just don't get any respect." (The A-Team)

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

This was like totally Parker's job.

Well, okay Nate thought up the main plan. Damn Genius. And sure, cool, Hardison worked on the security cameras and what's not. Geek. And Eliot kinda took care of this bad, big, bald guy that almost blow Sophie's cover, while she was charming some politician.

But besides that? Totally Parker's job!

She sneaked in, charmed the guy at the security desk. Acted like a total pro, had everything ready and thought up and managed to play it off nicely. She was perfect! She used the security system to get safely to the vault and without any problem (well, besides the small security guy, but she managed to close him up in the janitary room) she got out with the small, beautiful, shiny diamonds hidden in her bag. They were so amazing and expensive that she almost could smell the green, delicious dollars she was going to make on them.

The whole team gathered up to explain to her that no small job should be done by any team member on theirs own, while they'll all working on a job. It was dangerous. (Hardison.) It could ruin their work. (Nate.) It could get them in trouble! (Sophie.) It was goddamn stupid. (Eliot.)

Parker smiled unsure, swinging on her feet.

"But I was great, right?"

They shook theirs heads with a smile. Eliot cursed under his breath, but Hardison laughed.

"You were priceless, baby!"

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Dom!Merlin/sub!Arthur, Bow down before the one you serve (NIN)

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Sophie/author's choice, "She thinks she's the greatest actress since... since... sliced bread!" (Friends)

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

Meggie sat quite bewilderment in the audience of the theater. She looked away from the main stage and glanced at her ex-husband sited on her left. He was smiling. Considering they were here to see tragedy it might've not be the best reaction. Considering exactly how tragic the show was, Meggie just wasn't sure.

"I have a feeling," she whispered to him. "Someone is putting me on here."

He smiled brighter as if he was sharing one big joke with her.

"Honestly, Nate, I talked with her before the show. She really thinks she's a great actress and this... this..."

She couldn't even finish the sentence. Nate chuckled so quietly she could barely hear it. He didn't want to disturb the show.

"She is... sometimes really great. Just, not on the stage."

"Then why," she asked watching Sophie and feeling her stomach churning, "you keep on watching her on stage?!"

She looked sharply at him and noticed his eyes were again glued to the fatal actress, his lips forming a small, soft smile.

"Oh," she breathed slightly surprised and did not interrupt him till the end of the show.

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

CWRPS, Lawyer!Jared/FBI!Jensen, "Quick! Lock the door. Someone will walk in with a case we can win." (Law&Order)

[bekkis.livejournal.com]

"I thought I told everyone not to let him in here!" Jared stood with his hands on his hips as Jensen walked into the office, holding a manila folder. Jensen never brought good news.

"Relax, Padalecki." Jensen brushed past him, eyeing him up and down and flopping down on the chair in front of Jared's messy desk. Jared pointed at his secretary.

"Quick! Lock the door. Someone will walk in with a case we can win." She rolled her eyes at him, and he grinned at her before walking into his office and shutting the door behind him. "What'd you bring me, Ackles?" Jared sat down in the chair next to Jensen, pulling the file out of his hands.

It was empty.

Jared looked over at Jensen, who gave him a shy smile and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Actually, I just came by to see you. Thought you wouldn't let me in the door unless I brought you something." Jensen said, and Jared grinned and reached over to squeeze his knee.

"Aww, Ackles, I'm flattered!" Jared scooted his chair closer and Jensen's face turned red. "You came all the way down here to see little old me?" Jensen rolled his eyes.

"Yes, though now I'm seriously debating leaving, you jackass."

Jared threw his head back and laughed, before getting out of his chair and straddle Jensen's legs, wrapping his arms around his neck. Jensen squeaked, his eyes wide, before sliding his arms around Jared's waist and pulled him closer. Jared smirked before bending down and pressing his lips against Jensen's, soft and sweet, before sitting back. He slide his hands down to Jensen's chest, straightening his tie.

"Wanna get dinner?" Jensen nodded, biting at his bottom lip, and Jared tugged on his tie and pulled him forward for another kiss. Jensen pulled him closer, sliding his tongue into Jared's mouth and Jared whined a little in his throat, wrapping his hand around Jensen's tie. They pulled away a few minutes later, breathing heavy. Jared grinned down at Jensen, who slide his hands down to Jared's ass and squeezed.

"Meet you here later?" Jensen gave him a shy smile and Jared nodded, straightening Jensen's tie again.

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Naruto, Kankuro/Kiba, Dog Whisperer

[bloodyfire.livejournal.com]

Kiba writhed under the puppetuser’s skilled hands, back arching beneath moth and talented fingers. Whimpering and moaning he couldn’t take much more of the sweet blissful torture.

Kankuro’s lips reached his ear and began to whisper things that drove him crazy. Never would he have expected to end up in this situation, spread out, filled, pleased in ways he never thought possible and begging the sand ninja for release. ‘Dog’s beg’ Kankuro had insisted and Kiba was all too happy to comply if it meant those hands continued to touch him and that mouth continued to tease him to insanity. Kankuro was a dog whisperer and Kiba was a new found puppet.

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Micah/Molly, Harry Potter books

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, demon!Sam/evil!Dean, "Do you know how difficult it is to fake your own death? Only one man has pulled it off. Elvis!" (The X-Files)

Supernatural, demon!Sam/evil!Dean (X-Files Elvis quote): "Still Wanted", R

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Well, this took a while to come together, and I am apparently incapable of writing something to fit in a comment. This one ran over, just the tiniest bit, so here's a taster and a link to my journal:

Still Wanted

Clad in nothing but grey sleep pants, Dean was stretched out across two seats on the over-stuffed penthouse sofa, trying in vain to find something – anything – worth watching. He stopped channel-surfing briefly on an episode of The X-Files, just in time to hear Mulder ask: "Do you know how difficult it is to fake your own death? Only one man has pulled it off. Elvis!"

"Ain't that the truth," he muttered, almost too quiet for Sam to hear, and then clicked the TV off and tossed the remote onto the coffee table, where it clunked and skittered to a halt next to his splayed bare feet.

Standing in front of the hotel suite's huge uncurtained windows, bottle of over-priced imported beer in hand, Sam surveyed the lights of Denver City that were spread out at his feet like handfuls of scattered gemstones and shards of shattered glass. White sleep pants hung to the points of his hips and a matching shirt hung open, framing his chest, the cuffs ending just a little too high above the points of his wrists.

At the sound of Dean's voice, he focused his attention onto the reflection in the glass, scanning the lushly appointed room until he spotted his brother. Only the crown of Dean's head and the ends of his propped-up feet were visible over the sofa back, all tousled hair and twiddling toes.

"You got a problem with Elvis you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"

One hand appeared over the back of the sofa, middle finger extended, and Sam laughed.

"Seriously, what's eating you? Either he died on the john or he faked it, and, dude, you have to want out real bad to fake a death like that."

Dean's toes disappeared as he wriggled his way to some form of almost verticality, twisting around to rest his arm on the sofa back and immediately dropping his chin into the ready cradle of his palm.

"I got Harley to hack into the FBI database for shits and giggles after breakfast, and do you know what I found? We're still on the FBI's 'Most Wanted' list; can you believe that? Oh, not the official list, the one they let Joe Public see. No, this is more of a 'We think they're dead, but we're not entirely sure, so we'll just keep their files tucked away in case we fucked up again, okay, y'all?' list."

Read the rest here (http://darkhavens.livejournal.com/215901.html)

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Nick/Connor, 'so much for my happy ending' (Avril Lavigne)

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Jumanji, Alan Parrish/Hunter van Pelt, 'nothing to fear but fear itself'

*hides*

[gladdecease]

Alan was just grabbing something fruit-ish to eat when the first shot went off. He dropped to the ground, stuffing the fruit in the pockets of the pants that barely fit him. When the shots didn't continue, he sat up and looked around. A second shot went off, and he ducked again.

I'm being hunted, he thought. Then: there's a person here! And finally: there's a person hunting me!

Deciding that safety was more important than having a conversation for the first time in a year, he started to run. Shots followed him, the crack of gunpowder going off followed by a quiet thunk of a bullet hitting dirt.

It would have been one thing if this was a single, short attempt on his life, but as Alan came to learn this hunter was relentless. He chased without tiring, his aim always just short of hitting his target. The excitement adrenaline brought on at first quickly wore down into exhaustion and fear.

Panting, aching, and terrified, Alan stumbled and fell to the ground. He tried to sit up, but was too tired to get up in time. He was still on his knees when the hunter reached him.

"Who - who are you?" Alan asked.

"The man who will kill you," the hunter said, raising his very large gun. Alan crossed his eyes to stare at the muzzle, wordless in the face of his death. "Tell me boy," the hunter said, "are you afraid?"

Alan nodded furiously, eyes shut tight. "Very."

Frowning, the hunter fired. Alan winced, then realized that the lack of pain meant he was alive. He opened his eyes to see a bullet in the ground between his knees. Shocked into movement, he stumbled onto his feet and backed away from the bullet. He looked up at the hunter, confused.

The hunter looked... he looked disappointed. "You're too green, boy," he said. "There's no challenge in you yet. I'll wait for some improvement. Go! And try to remember what Franklin Delano Roosevelt said about fear."

Alan didn't move.

The hunter fired his gun at Alan's feet again. "Go!" Alan jumped, and started to run. The hunter watched him go, laughing quietly under his breath. "Roosevelt was wrong, though. There is more to fear than fear itself - me."

[alldunn.livejournal.com]

SPN/Leverage Sam/Dean/Eliot, the way a sandwich should be (Subway)

More Than Food (SPN/Lev, Sam/Dean/Eliot, the way a sandwich should be)

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

((I can't tell you how much this cracked me up! :P Part of the Charming Verse (http://hunters-retreat.livejournal.com/57927.html), but stand alone :P))

Sam pushed into him, his fingers digging into his hips with more force that strictly needed, but Dean wasn’t complaining. In fact he reveled in the feel of it, the pain of the moment that would leave his skin blue and purple and marked for days after.

Eliot moaned under him, his body pushed flush into the mattress except where his hips canted up for better access and where he pushed back into Dean. His own hands were on either side of Eliot’s head, giving him the leverage to thrust into him and back into Sam.

He felt Sam’s stuttered movements behind him, felt as Sam leaned over and bit his shoulder, “Fuck Dean!” He gasped into the flesh and he knew Sam was coming. He reached one hand around and began stroking Eliot as he raised his hips more for him. Just a few more tugs and Dean was spilling into Eliot as the man moaned and cursed and came all over his hand and the sheets.

Sam pulled away, landing with a small bounce on the bed. Dean was pulled into his arms and Eliot moved closer to them, none of them willing to lose the contact when they had such a small amount of time together.

Dean licked at the marks and nips on Eliot’s neck and smiled, wondering if Sam had any plans for the rest of the night. They hadn’t had too much time to think anything up, but Sam was creative if nothing else.

Dean took a deep breath and felt Sam’s hand moving up his thigh in a movement that was sure to be teasing in a few moments. Eliot was already pushing his body back into Dean as if he was ready for round two and wanted nothing more than for Dean to be buried in him again.

“The way a sandwich is supposed to be.” He said, not bothering to try to stop his internal monologue any more.

“Dean… did you just compare us to a subway sandwich?” Sam asked, amusement in his voice.

“Ummm… subway….”

“Sam… you made him hungry.” Eliot complained.

Dean didn’t. Eliot made Sam get out of bed to go get them food for the weekend plan, which was simply to stay in bed, and Eliot made sure Dean forgot all about his hunger. Sam joined them when they got back and Sam… well… Sam bought more than just food.