Tuesday: Tropes
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hobnailedboots and I'm hosting this week.
The theme for today is tropes (for which, see tvtropes.org): maybe someone's show is falling victim to Executive Meddling? Perhaps people need to be Undercover Lovers?
As always, remember the rules:
-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples:
-Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Belligerent Sexual Tension
-Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Green-Eyed Epiphany
-Harry Potter, Malfoys, Magical Nanny
You don't need to link to a specific trope; as long as it's a known archetype or convention then it's fine (e.g. shared body heat).
Have fun, everyone!
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hobnailedboots and I'm hosting this week. The theme for today is tropes (for which, see tvtropes.org): maybe someone's show is falling victim to Executive Meddling? Perhaps people need to be Undercover Lovers?
As always, remember the rules:
-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples:
-Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Belligerent Sexual Tension
-Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Green-Eyed Epiphany
-Harry Potter, Malfoys, Magical Nanny
You don't need to link to a specific trope; as long as it's a known archetype or convention then it's fine (e.g. shared body heat).
Have fun, everyone!
tag=tropes
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Date: 2012-05-08 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-08 01:05 pm (UTC)Theory and Practice (college!au) - 1/2
Date: 2012-05-09 01:03 pm (UTC)Cas rolls his eyes, takes a sip of his drink, then hops off the barstool and makes his way over to the man at the corner of the bar. Dean watches with a smirk as he stands a fraction to close to the man, a hand coming to rest lightly on his arm, clearly turning the full force of those baby blues on the guy.
Seems like Dean's quest to get his best friend laid is finally going to be fulfilled.
The whole time Dean had known him (since the very beginning of Freshman year, actually) Cas had never been much interested in sex. Almost all the way through college. it was like he was too busy studying or training to give it much thought. To Dean, that was totally bizarre (who's ever to busy to think about sex?), but whatever. So he was a little surprised when Cas came to him, three months into their Senior year and asked Dean to help him "score". He even did the air-quote thing, Christ.
Dean had choked on his beer, slapped him on the back, and announced the grand beginning of plan Get Cas Laid.
The Plan got off to an inauspicious start.
The problem was, Cas really didn't know how to flirt. The first time he went up to a girl in a bar, he lasted five minutes before getting a drink thrown in his face and a slap across his cheek.
It was kind of hilarious, actually. Cas stalked back over to him, glaring at Dean as he snickered into his glass of whiskey.
"I don't understand what I did wrong." Cas sounded all aggrieved and put-upon, as if the world had let him down in some fundamental way.
"Dude, you told her you thought she had reasonably pleasing proportions and that she should come home with you for one night of what would hopefully be satisfying sex, but you couldn't guarantee it since you'd never done it before."
Cas wrinkled his nose.
"The problem is that I told her the truth?" It definitely comes out as a question. Dean finished his drink and starts to herd Cas out of the bar.
"C'mon man, we got a lot of work to do."
Dean taught him how to stand, how to smile, what to say, how to say it. Cas complained endlessly ("The entire premise is ridiculous. Things would be much easier if people simply discussed sex in a frank, honest fashion. You should be able to walk up to someone, clearly state your intentions, and get an immediate response." "Cas?" "Yes, Dean?" "Shut up.") but he caught on quick.
And, once he'd mastered the basics, he seemed to like practising on Dean. They'd be in the middle of a normal conversation, when Cas would suddenly be up in his space, looking up at him from under his dark lashes, licking his lips, touching Dean's arm.
It was a little weird, sure, having his best friend practise flirting with him on an almost daily basis, but he quickly got used to it. Once or twice he even found himself responding automatically, dropping his eyes suggestively, shifting his body to match up with Cas's, half-reaching out to run his fingers along Cas's arm. He didn't think much of it because, hey, Cas is fucking attractive, and Dean? Dean will flirt with anything that moves. Flirting is basically his ground state of social interaction. So if he sometimes watches Cas's lips, or leans into his casual touches, it really isn't a big deal.
They went out a few times, to practise on what Cas called "normal people", which Dean decided not to take offence to. Cas was a stiff at first, came across a bit too studied, but after a couple of weeks, he could flirt with the best of them. And Dean was proud, like a fucking teacher watching his star pupil shine. It was actually kind of embarrassing.
Which brings them to tonight.
Tonight is The Night. Cas is absolutely on his game. This guy is hooked; he's practically drooling, leaning way, way into Cas's space, hanging on his every word. Christ, Cas may not be a natural, but he's good at this. Give him a few more months and he'll probably be better than Dean.
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Date: 2012-05-08 01:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-08 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-08 01:12 pm (UTC)This is Dean/Cas mid season 6 AU- continued in my journal as it inspired an idea for a longer fic.
Date: 2012-05-08 10:28 pm (UTC)“Ah crap.” Echoed around the mine as Dean watched his only weapon destroyed and knew the Wendigo had seen it too.
“TORCH HIM SAMMY!”
“DEAN!” But Dean wasn’t fast enough to out run a desperate wendigo and as he stumbled he felt clammy hands push him to the ground and-
SNAP.
“DEAN?!” But Sam’s cry was unheard as Dean let out a piercing shriek of pain and gripped his leg. He was aware long enough to see a furious Castiel charge at his attacker brandishing several handmade molotovs before blacking out.
*
He was fuzzily aware of arms around him, pushing him into what he thought must be the Impala as he brother’s voice sounded urgently somewhere to his left.
“The woods yeah... tree fell... badly broken...”
“Dean? Dean.” Castiel’s voice snapped him into focus for a second. “Sam has called an ambulance, they will meet us at the road, you will be healed soon.” His voice was serious but oddly emotionless, as if he had was Cas from the early days as Heaven’s bitch delivering an order. Dean panicked suddenly that Castiel had got his Grace back and- but the blackness enveloped him before he could think anymore.
*
“Looks like a femur break...”
“Could be bleeding...”
“Need to get him moving...”
“Morphine...”
Dean struggled to open his eyes as he felt himself being jostled, moved somewhere. A sudden stab of excruciating pain in his leg. Voices. Sam. Castiel.
Castiel. Wait- Cas was acting oddly he- he had Grace- he- leaving- Cas couldn’t leave- needed Cas- not safe in Heaven-
“Stay with me.” Slurred out and he reached out wildly for some part of Cas.
“I’m sorry only family can-“
“I’m his brother!”
“Cas...” A hand suddenly found his and he squeezed it tight. “Cas don’t go... not safe.”
Sam watched as his brother slurred, delirious with pain and gripping onto Cas like a lifeline. The paramedics moved to get Dean into the back of the ambulance.
“I’m sorry sir, only one person can travel with him and family gets priority.” The short haired paramedic tried to pull Dean’s hand away but Dean objected loudly.
“Cas!”
“He’s his fiancé.” Sam spat out before he could think. Cas looked at his sharply, eyes wide. “He’s his fiancé- same as family. Take him, I’ll follow in the car.” That seemed good enough for the paramedic who climbed in and pulled Cas after her, slamming the doors shut unceremoniously.
Sam dragged a hand through his hair and climbed into the Impala, hoping for once, that the angel would remember to lie.
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Date: 2012-05-08 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-05-08 01:29 pm (UTC)(Can I just say, this theme is evil, I'm going to be stuck on tvtropes the rest of the night...)
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Date: 2012-05-08 01:35 pm (UTC)fill,
Date: 2012-05-09 10:42 am (UTC)John likes girls. He likes everything about girls: the softness of their curves; their size; their breasts; and their hair. Sherlock is the opposite of what he likes. Sherlock is all angles and height and there's really no way that John could look at him in a certain light and see a woman.
Nevertheless.
"You're staring," says Sherlock, from behind the newspaper he's reading.
John is. Sherlock crumples up the Sunday Times and throws it on the floor--when he first met Sherlock John was sure he wouldn't have to worry about cleanliness, but that couldn't be further from the truth--and looks at him.
"You're thinking too much."
John is.
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Date: 2012-05-08 04:05 pm (UTC)Good Omens, Crowley & Aziraphale
Date: 2012-05-08 07:23 pm (UTC)Crowley was once approached by proselyting Christians, earnestly asking if he’d accepted Jesus Christ as his savior and heard the sweet voices of the angels. It had taken him a full five minutes to stop laughing, and the first thing he did was call Aziraphale’s shop to share the joke.
It always amazed him how humans could see angels as these sweet, merciful, kindly beings. Sure, angels were good. Being Heaven’s representatives, it came with the territory. But good doesn't always mean nice. And it sure as Manchester doesn't mean they can't smite you as easily as look at you.
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Date: 2012-05-08 04:59 pm (UTC)Fill, Grand Theft Auto Vice City, Sonny Forelli
Date: 2012-05-09 02:26 am (UTC)"I have to go." The blonde woman swung her legs over the side of the bed and started getting dressed.
"Stay here," Sonny said, standing up and caressing her hair in an uncharacteristically gentle way.
"Tommy's expecting me. I'm supposed to meet him tonight. We're going out." She quickly finished dressing and gave Sonny a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll see you next week, okay? Don't worry about seeing me out."
She left. Sonny sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at the clock. Only 7 p.m. Sonny cursed and pulled a robe around himself before heading to the kitchen to make a sandwich.
Pamela was Tommy's girlfriend--any time the guys took their girls out on the town, she was there on his arm. But when Tommy wasn't looking, she'd steal a glance or two back at Sonny. And Sonny wanted her like he'd never wanted anything else.
But she always picked Tommy over him. That scrawny printer's son! More attractive than him, the youngest Forelli Family Don ever! It was time to get rid of Tommy. As he nibbled on his sandwich, Sonny came up with a plan.
He had to get rid of Jimmy Rissolo anyway, so he'd have Tommy do the hit. Somewhere nice and secluded. The car crusher over in Harwood should do the trick. Then, he'd have ten of his best men ambush Tommy and kill him. One man he might fight off. Ten, no way.
Tommy was useful to the family. But he was standing in Sonny's way. And nobody stood in Sonny Forelli's way.
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Date: 2012-05-08 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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