let's play
May. 20th, 2010 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
withimpunityThe first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet from the following fandoms:Supernatural, RPS, Vampire Diaries, Generation Kill, The Losers, anything else you know I dig. In return, you have to post this in your journal, regardless of your ability level. - Yeah, not so much. And the prompt must be in this format:
Fandom + Character/Pairing + Movie Title
example: RPS + Jared/Jensen + Zack and Miri Make a Porno
Fandom + Character/Pairing + Movie Title
example: RPS + Jared/Jensen + Zack and Miri Make a Porno
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Date: 2010-05-20 08:08 pm (UTC)(do you only want movie prompts?)
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Date: 2010-05-20 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-20 08:11 pm (UTC)RPS + Joe/Nick + Aladdin :)
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Date: 2010-05-20 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-20 08:13 pm (UTC)um, so this happened.
Date: 2010-05-24 11:07 pm (UTC)Joe's the smart one, the one with the plan. Nicky's always been one for theatrics, always wanting Joe to play pretend with him. Joe's more sensible about things. He sees the way the world is clearly and that's how it needs to be. He doesn't need any fantasies or delusions getting in the way of him looking out for Nick. But he does, of course. When Nicky begs him to play, when Nick is sick or looking pale, when they haven't had more than old bagels out of the dumpster and water from the fountains in the park for over a week, Joe lets himself slip into Nick's world; just for a couple of breaths, long enough to give him enough energy to think up their next plan.
"What this time, Nicky?" Joe asks, laying his head against Nick's soft, pillowy curls.
Nick sighs, closes his eyes and smiles. 'This time we're rockstars."
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Date: 2010-05-24 11:09 pm (UTC)Re: um, so this happened.
Date: 2010-05-24 11:10 pm (UTC)Re: um, so this happened.
Date: 2010-05-24 11:11 pm (UTC)Re: um, so this happened.
Date: 2010-05-24 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-20 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-25 12:18 am (UTC)This isn't good cop, bad cop. This is fag and New Yorker.
Next to Damon, the teacher is getting twitchy and twitchy doesn't usually bode well for anyone, so Damon figures it would probably be best for everyone involved if he hurried the torture part of this little adventure up.
The subject of their interrogation screams out when Damon pulls the stake out roughly and shoves it back in, just inches from his heart. "That's gotta hurt," Damon grins, ignoring Alaric's snort of disgust.
"Look, man." Alaric says, crossing and uncrossing his arms. "Just tell us what we asked and we'll let you go. No one has to die tonight." Damon's eyebrows knit together, his mouth pulled tightly into one corner; Alaric glares.
The vampire tied to the chair before them laughs, hot and bitter, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. "You assholes really think I'm going to fall for this good cop bad cop shit?" Then he unexpectedly leaps from the chair, breaking out of the rope someone obviously didn't tie tightly enough, pouncing on top of Alaric, his fangs breaching Alaric's neck before Damon can reach them to pull him off.
Damon growls, all feral and blood rage, red veins spiderwebbing out across his face as he tears the vampire off of Alaric with one hand and throws him across the building, slamming him against the wall hearing a support beam crack somewhere overhead.
"You don't get it," He snarls, fingers wrapped tight around the vampire's windpipe, preventing any sound from coming out, any breath from going in. "This isn't good cop, bad cop. This is a guy who wants revenge for his dead vampire wife and well, me. And its been a long time -- too long, actually -- since I've eviscerated someone."
"Damon." He hears Alaric's voice behind him, a little weak, but still persistent. Damon sighs, rolls his eyes. "Oh, fine.
The vampire's screams echo through the empty building as Damon shoves the stake into his heart, his body falling lifeless onto the concrete floor. Alaric is covering the side of his neck with his left hand, giving him an light, easy smile, as if to say, "Oops, my bad."
Damon's jaw is set and tight, his eyes are bright as usual, but a little colder. "You know, f I could have tied the fucking rope myself I would have, but I have this nasty allergic reaction to vervain, maybe you've noticed."
"Jesus, what crawled up your ass and died?" Alaric laughs, wiping his hand on the back of his jeans. Damon's eyes follow the streak of blood against denim, nostrils flaring. Alaric catches his eye, wriggles his ring finger at him pointedly. Damon narrows his eyes and lunges, grabs hold of Alaric's shoulders, shoving him against a wall about twenty feet away. Alaric's head cracks against the wall, his vision doubling for a few seconds.
"Yeah," Damon bites out, a terrifying grin stretching across his face. "I know. As long as you're wearing the ring you can't die." His eyes drift away from Alaric's, his fingers following his gaze, brushing over the shallow wound on Alaric's neck, smearing through the last remaining drops of blood. "But maybe you forgot about the part where I don't play well with others, especially when it comes to sharing."
Alaric's eyes widen, his expression lighting up with an unspoken oh as the implication of Damon's words suddenly hit him. "Damon?"
Damon bites his bottom lip and shakes his head before he turns around to dispose of the body. "Just...make sure the damn ropes are tight next time."
Damon would knows Alaric would never let him -- he'd never ask, either. He doesn't have a death wish, contrary to popular belief. But that doesn't mean Alaric can just go flaunting it around, like it doesn't matter. Like anyone can step up and have a taste because hey, it won't kill him. That's all that matters right.
He doesn't understand yet, but he will soon. No one touches Damon's things.
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Date: 2010-05-25 04:29 am (UTC)I love this. I so want Damon and Alaric to go on adventures like this - perfect vampire hunters. It could be a sitcom.
But then the UNF. Damon growls, all feral and blood rage, red veins spiderwebbing out across his face Vamped-out pissy Damon is HAWT....
And possessive Damon is hotter -> No one touches Damon's things.
I love that they don't go THERE, but it's unspoken. Or spoken in Damon's looks and actions and epic Damon-ness...
MWAH. Now, I want to write some Damon steals away Elena briefly and Stefan is sad and seeks comfort in Alaric fic...Becuase I'm a weirdo. But doesn't that make sense?! ALARIC IS THE SLUT, NOT DAMON!!!!
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Date: 2010-05-25 04:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-20 11:42 pm (UTC)hehehehehehe &heats
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Date: 2010-05-25 03:35 am (UTC)It could be like an epic post graduation road trip or a spring break road trip and yes, all of this. SHENANIGANS. Lots of SEX. Lots of ust and lots of jealous glances and STRANGE ~FEELINGS.~ Then, drunken threesome and even more awkwardness and ust. Except I don't write tragedies, so they'll go home and their girlfriends will dump them and Ray will go to Brad first because let's face it, Brad's a stubborn fucking ass, and they'll kiss AND STUFF. And live happily ever after.
Good God, someone write this for me so I dont' have to.
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Date: 2010-05-21 02:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-21 12:56 pm (UTC)Generation Kill + Brad/Ray + ...would Sweet Home Alabama be silly? I suck at prompting. How about a backup (which may be WEIRDER): Boondock Saints?
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Date: 2010-05-21 06:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-21 07:05 pm (UTC)boondock saints au, IDEK
Date: 2010-05-25 02:11 am (UTC)Ray's not still, never still, mouth always running, feet always moving. Sometimes Brad just wants to grab him, hold him down, see how long it takes for Ray to crack. Sometimes he does.
"Fuck, Brad. I was born ready." Ray grins at him through a haze of grey smoke and takes one last hit off the cigarette pinched between his fingers before killing it, stomping the butt with his boot. "Let's do it."
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Ray likes the sound a bullet makes when it whizzes past his ear, all soft and wispy, makes his dick hard; likes the sound his hollow point makes when it hits the head of East Boston's child prostitution ring's brain even better.
"Did you see that?" Ray's hopping now, he's lit up, bouncing on the balls of his feet with blood on his hands and gun powder in his veins and its infectious. Brad can't help but feel it too, that thick, slow-building adrenaline rush taking him over, the big grin slipping onto his face. "We were on it like a motherfucker, Brad."
Ray digs his fingers around Brad's vest and shoves him up against the wall, feeling goddamn electric with the rush of a good job, a damn good job, opening Brad's mouth up with his tongue, sharing bruising, hard kisses in the shadowed safety of a back alley.
The bad guy is dead. It's a good fucking night.
Re: boondock saints au, IDEK
Date: 2010-05-25 03:42 am (UTC)s so SEXY when it's basically about them killing people? Clearly I have issues. But daaaaaamn.
"Did you see that?" Ray's hopping now, he's lit up, bouncing on the balls of his feet with blood on his hands and gun powder in his veins and its infectious.
I think I love you.
Re: boondock saints au, IDEK
Date: 2010-05-25 03:51 am (UTC)I can put just about any 2 guys in Murph and Connor's place and it just WORKS. Because that is so hot. GUNS and PEA COATS and CIGARETTES and TATTOOS. Unf.
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Date: 2010-05-25 01:44 pm (UTC)Loved these lines:
Sometimes Brad just wants to grab him, hold him down, see how long it takes for Ray to crack. Sometimes he does.
he's lit up, bouncing on the balls of his feet with blood on his hands and gun powder in his veins and its infectious.
I love that this is so brief, but there is so much packed into it -- the energy, a sort of dark tone, but also the humor and the tension between the two of them together. Really well done!
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Date: 2010-05-26 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-25 03:39 am (UTC)*runs to read the resulting fics*