Wednesday: Occupations
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Today’s theme is going to be Occupations .
Today we are going to tackle occupations. Everybody works, right, so lets explore that. Let's have fun with this; let's not limit ourselves to normal jobs people do crazy things for money.
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, circus clown
Supernatural/Angel, Lindsey/Sam, working security at a club
Please remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one or more of your prompts are answered, you can prompt again later in the day.
If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.
Now, go forth and fic!! :D
bwhouwant2b it's my third day as guest host here at comment_fic.Today’s theme is going to be Occupations .
Today we are going to tackle occupations. Everybody works, right, so lets explore that. Let's have fun with this; let's not limit ourselves to normal jobs people do crazy things for money.
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, circus clown
Supernatural/Angel, Lindsey/Sam, working security at a club
Please remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one or more of your prompts are answered, you can prompt again later in the day.
If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.
Now, go forth and fic!! :D
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-24 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-24 05:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-24 03:12 pm (UTC)"I told you not to hustle the waitress."
"What? How was I supposed to know that she was the owner's daughter?!"
"Doesn't matter!" ding ding "ADAM'N'EVE ON A RAFT WITH SKID GREESE!"
"What do you mean it doesn't matter? I always hustle the wait staff-"
"You don't always hustle the waitresses. Usually you sleep with the waitresses."
"C'mon, Sam, she's way too young." ding ding "FIRST LADY WITH A FRENCHMAN'S DELIGHT. EIGHTY-SIX ON THE EVE WITH A LID ON!"
"Dean."
"What?"
"We aren't out of apple pie. There's a whole pie left."
"There won't be after I take my lunch break."
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-24 01:06 am (UTC)"Whoa, whoa!" John snapped, catching Rodney's arm as he bristled and veered straight at the little old man sellling snake oil of some sort from the back of his wagon. "Back down. He's not hurting anyone."
"You don't know that!" Rodney snarled, tugging at John's arm. "You don't know what sort of crap they put in those things."
"And neither do you," John said, keeping Rodney from charging over. "This isn't the same world, Rodney. This is a different place. It might be perfectly above board. Hell, it might even work for all we know."
"You know it doesn't," Rodney accused, glaring at him.
John sighed and kept his grip on Rodney's arm. It was back to the proper size after several months on Earth and in Atlantis eating and resting up. They'd only just gotten clearance for Rodney to go back into the field. John pulled Rodney away from the little old man and back with the rest of the team. He wasn't about to let Rodney get away from him again after the last time. Rodney grumbled the whole way, glaring over his shoulder at the snake oil salesman.
"What is it with you and these guys?" John asked.
"They're… fakers!" Rodney snapped, huffing in annoyance at John. "They pretend that they can cure everything that's wrong with you and all they're doing is feeding you dangerous chemicals that will eat away at your body and kill you."
John let go of Rodney's arm, rubbing his back gently.
"Buddy, they're offering hope," John said quietly. "Don't take these people's hope away. It's all they've got."
"Better that they face reality than that they live in false hope that some magic potion will take their troubles away," Rodney said, his eyes full of far too much knowledge. "If they face reality they can do something about it. They can't if they're waiting passively for a potion to fix everything."
"Not everyone is you," John murmured.
Rodney started to say something and shuddered, looking away.
"Reality is still better than false hope like that."
John sighed. He didn't think that they'd agree on this one but hopefully Rodney wouldn't go and give the little old man a heart attack by railing at him. John would just have to keep an eye on Rodney and then see if he could talk to the leader here about it. Maybe there was something they could do.
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-24 06:10 am (UTC)It's some just-short-of-exploitative thing about young male prostitutes in the seedy underside of L.A -- the sort of thing that draws the morbid curiosity of all of them, but they'd never admit to wanting to watch.
With each other, they're a little past such secrets.
Or so Marshall and Lily thought.
"That's so sad," Lily remarks, her eyes brimming with tears as the melodramatic show goes to commercial. "Those poor boys. That's so... well... pathetic."
"Yeah," Marshall agrees. "So desperate for survival that they'd do anything just for a little cash -- even something so... degrading and humiliating."
Barney is strangely silent.
The show's been over for ten minutes when he speaks up abruptly in the middle of another conversation.
"Maybe they're not desperate. Maybe they like it."
It takes Lily a moment to get it, but when she does, she gives him a look of horrified disgust. "Please, Barney. Did you see the looks on their faces? Those boys have sacrificed their last shred of dignity for... for drugs, or a roof over their heads, or just their next meal! The things they let those perverts do to them... the danger they put themselves in every single night... you can't convince me they want to do that!"
"There has to be at least some of them who do it because they enjoy it," Barney insists, sounding a little defensive. "Who do it like any other job -- just because it's what they're good at. It's a job; it doesn't say anything about them as people! I mean, come on! Getting paid to have all the sex you can handle? Isn't that the dream? It's completely possible to be a male prostitute and still be thoroughly and completely awesome!"
"Um... no," Marshall argues, a look on his face that suggests he suspects Barney might have lost his mind. "I'm sorry, Barney, but that's just the lowest a person can sink."
Barney gets up and walks out without a word of explanation, slamming the door behind him.
They talk about it for a while, before finally reaching the horrifying but inevitable conclusion.
Barney's got a greater personal stake in this than they want to believe.
Perhaps when he first came to New York, before he found the job at the coffee shop... or perhaps after Shannon dumped him, caught in a morass of despair and self-loathing... or maybe even in the course of his shady job at Altru-cell, with who-knows-what kind of shady characters?
He's far too pretty for the evil types he works with to ignore.
Marshall and Lily have reached their conclusions by the time Barney comes home, in a cheerful mood and acting as if it never happened. They've decided that for the sake of his dignity, their questions can go unanswered.
They never speak of it again.
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-24 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-24 12:05 am (UTC)Over and over, day in and day out. Sometimes, he plays customer requests in an unsure voice. Everyone says he has a good voice. Shannon loves his singing, but he's sure she's flattering him.
It's such a nice coffee shop with worn novels tucked into bookshelves to read on his break and Shannon close at his side. He flips through wedding magazines and reads up on dream weddings since Shannon seems too busy to do it. She's not too busy, once her cheating with Greg is out and on the table, the stockroom guy, with the thick bulge at his crotch and the acne like pepperoni, brags how he fucked her every time she came in to restock.
The coffee shop has becomes a nightmare and he's going to go light it on fire when James stops him and takes him home. James understands. He's such a good brother.
It's years before Barney can stand the smell of coffee again, but by that time he's addicted to Red Bull.
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-24 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-24 05:27 am (UTC)All Grown Up
Date: 2009-06-25 04:31 am (UTC)It's wonderful watching someone you care about grow up. Rogue came to them a scared teenager and now she was a brilliant young woman, a teacher and a hero. She was older now, more mature and hardened. The world hadn't darkened her eyes or her soul yet and he couldn't be more grateful.
Scott leaned on the door frame outside of her classroom and watched her teach. She was good with the students, strict but fair. He couldn't ignore how beautiful she'd grown up. Her white streaks framing her face and her body firm from training and fighting.
She saw him at the doorway and caught his eye. To his horror he felt a blush form on his cheek. He nodded to her and she smiled at him for a moment. A few students looked back to see what she was looking at, but other than that the lesson wasn't interrupted.
He waited for class to be over before talking to her. She was sitting at her desk and waiting for him.
"You're doing really good with the kids. I've had a lot of compliments and requests for your class," he told her sitting down at the student chair the irony of it not loss of him.
"Thanks," she said organizing a stake of papers, "So that mean I'm officially not a student anymore?"
"Of course. You haven't been for years. You know that," Scott said wondering what was on her mind.
"I just needed to hear you say it before I said this," she said and took a deep breath, "Would you like to go out for lunch sometimes."
"Are you," he started stunned by did his best not to sound rude, "asking me out?"
"Yes," she said licking her lips, "It's been a long time since Jean and Bobby and I haven't been seeing each other for years. And you and I have...at least I think we do...I think we have something."
"Why do you say that?"
"I see you looking sometimes. And I look. And what I see I like and I hope you see what you like too. So maybe...lunch?"
"I think," he said unable to keep the smile form curling his lips, "I think that sounds great."
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-24 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-24 05:36 am (UTC)Warnings for Wincest and hints of DeanCas
Date: 2009-06-24 06:45 am (UTC)He was brought in shaking and confused and pretty much terrified.
And naked. Couldn't forget naked.
His boss, Bobby, took one look at the man and gestured Dean to take him. Bobby always gave Dean the difficult cases, though he made sure to tell him that it was because Dean was too cocky for his own good, and NOT because of his "fancy-pants success rate, princess."
Dean gently put a blanket around the man and led him to his office. The man looked wounded, though there were no physical signs of trauma. He kept looking around, at the room, at Dean, at his own hands even. But it didn't look like drugs. It looked like profound despair and confusion.
It took hours to get him to talk, his throat making rasping noises as if in disuse for a thousand years. Finally, they got him to utter his first name.
Cas.
Dean talked to him gently, trying to build trust. The man claimed he had fallen from the sky, and that they knew each other once. That Cas had saved Dean from a terrible place.
"I suppose I was grateful," Dean said when he heard this.
"Actually, you called me a dick."
Dean laughed. Though it kind of bothered him that this man already had such an accurate sense of his interpersonal habits.
But sometimes the deeply troubled are also deeply perceptive. So Dean patiently listened to these wild stories as he mentally ran through the local homeless shelters, trying to figure out which one he might be able to sweet-talk into taking an extra body in. But again, Cas did his best to demand his attention.
"Dean, please listen to me. I fell for you. I _fell_. But I should have waited. I don't know who is doing this to you, if this is a test, or something worse. But you have to remember."
"Cas, I'm doing my best. But help me out. Before the officers brought you here, what's the last thing you remember?"
Cas sighed. "A battle."
Dean looked up. Things were starting to make a little more sense now. Battle trauma would explain a lot of it.
"That's tough, Cas. I may not know what it's like to be in a war, but -"
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:37 am (UTC)paved with good intentions - AU, spoilers for season 4, PG
Date: 2009-07-29 02:35 am (UTC)This time they're human. Less likely to kill him, or curse him, or send him to--
Well. He's still helping people. And Dean's safe. Dean's safe where Lilith and Alistair can't touch him anymore.
And anyway, isn't this the life he wanted? Back at Stanford, with Jess. He was going to be a lawyer.
It's not that different. And if Dean remembered, he'd understand.
Really, he would.
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:37 am (UTC)not a fic reply
Date: 2009-06-24 12:32 pm (UTC)Re: not a fic reply
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-24 05:39 am (UTC)* I know that Rogue can't control her abilities, but I'd prefer if she somehow does have a control of it... plus I'd prefer if it takes place sorta in the future (since it seems as if she HAS learned how to control it (http://www.eracerx.com/xwomen/sketches/rogue13.jpg)), but bonus points for doing it during the show time frame.
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-24 05:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-13 04:22 am (UTC)He ignored the women. If he wanted a woman he could have that easily. No he wanted and that want made him burn with shame.
Until he saw him. Typical rent boy attire, shorts too short, shirt to small, but that wasn't what caught his eye. Not even the gorgeous body from the bowed knees to the pouty lips.
No, it was the look of deadened dispair in the green eyes. The body was laid out in offering but the eyes were the window to the soul.
Sam may have been in it for a fuck but he couldn't walk away. Not now, not from him. He rolled down the window. "How much?"
The smirk went right to Sam's groin, "Depends, what'cha want stud?"
Sam had to fight from rolling his eyes. "Get in."
Green eyes widened but he was in the car in a hurry. "I'm Sam."
"Call me wahtever you want, stud." Sam just stared at him. He looked down his lap and twisted his fingers together, "Dean. My name is Dean."
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Date: 2009-06-24 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-14 04:46 pm (UTC)To HIM!
Connor's known his bible inside out since he was ten, and has probably forgotten more about it then these mindless idiots will ever know.
They don't tend to come around as much since Connor took to sitting them down and explaining to them, usually with a very loud voice, exactly where they were going wrong.
Murphy finds it hilarious, much less full of righteous indignation than Connor is, but finding himself enjoying the show none the less.
It takes a few months but eventually they stop coming, Connor is insufferably smug for weeks.
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