Trope meme
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ptahrrificPick a trope from this list and provide a fandom/pairing and I’ll tell you something about the story I’d write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write):
space!AU
pretending to be married
mistletoe kiss
game night
handcuffed together
snowed-in
next-door neighbors AU
fantasy AU
day at the beach
celebratory kiss
apocalypse fic
sharing a bed
road trip
genderswap
(Anyone who's been lurking while reading the fics these days, feel free to take this as an opportunity to delurk!)
space!AU
pretending to be married
mistletoe kiss
game night
handcuffed together
snowed-in
next-door neighbors AU
fantasy AU
day at the beach
celebratory kiss
apocalypse fic
sharing a bed
road trip
genderswap
(Anyone who's been lurking while reading the fics these days, feel free to take this as an opportunity to delurk!)
(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-10 10:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-11 01:54 am (UTC)Eventually the Doctor tries to report him to the local authorities, at which point the Master gets him put on trial in front of the neighborhood council for all the community ordinances he's breaking. (Mostly with his excessive amount of pets, which he doesn't keep a very good eye on at all.)
(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-10 11:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-12 06:46 am (UTC)And Jon is all, "Stephen, I'm not even freaking out. We have power, our phones are still getting Internet, the heat's still on, even if it went out we'd have lots of firewood...and this'll probably take like two days to melt, tops."
Stephen insists on sharing a bed with him anyway, on the grounds that the power might go out in the night, and they'll need to conserve all the body heat they can. Also, Jon might be scared of the dark.
(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-12 06:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-11 02:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-13 05:03 am (UTC)When Jon thought about waking up in bed next to Stephen, this was not what he imagined.
The hotel pillowcases were fancy, white with a thick wine-red stripe of fabric across the base; they marched down the middle of the bed like a fortification of sandbags, painting a cartoonishly bold line between the two sides. In the resulting desexualized zone dozed Stephen, the words Kiss Me I'm Irish strewn across his shamrock-patterned pajamas in what had to be a cruel joke, on the universe's part if not his. California sunshine peeked through the blinds and painted streaks of light across his face.
Jon stared for what must have been a full minute before remembering that it wouldn't go well if Stephen caught him at this. Not that Stephen was likely to notice, or to acknowledge if he did, but even so. It had been dodgy for Jon to agree to this in the first place; he should have backed out the instant he saw the single king-size bed.
Stephen shifted in his sleep, snuffling in a way that had no business being attractive, and that was when Jon noticed the mark on his wrist.
At just the right place to be concealed by a WristStrong bracelet flared a line of raw, reddened skin. It wasn't bleeding, but it looked painfully tender, especially at the center: like he'd banged it on something, except that Stephen would never let that kind of injury pass by without turning it into a week-long public awareness campaign. Maybe it was an allergic reaction to the bracelet itself? At least that would explain why he was keeping it quiet.
Jon didn't have time to ponder it further. Stephen shifted again, then stretched, yawned, and waved sleepily at his bedmate. "I'll take eggs over easy, a couple of sausages, and a venti mocha. Make that two."
(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-11 02:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-12 07:18 am (UTC)Hmmm.
I'm thinking the kind of spontaneous, pouncing, I'm-so-proud-of-you kiss -- which means it has to be Madoka initiating, because she's the one who can express sincere affection that way. Sayaka will glomp someone in a joking way (or if she can pretend it's a joking way), but keeps her actual emotions much more tightly clamped down.
So it has to be Sayaka who does something impressive. Not something puella magi related, either, because even at her most healthy she's so careful to making that look effortless; it would hurt her pride to think Madoka thought she needed encouragement the way Homura does.
How about this, then (possibly in a no-powers AU, because there's no way to cram it in the canon timeframe): Sayaka's spent so much time looking up stuff for Kyousuke and visiting Kyousuke and losing sleep worrying about Kyousuke that she fails a major test. Madoka offers to help her study for the make-up exam. So Sayaka ends up staying at her house on a regular basis, and she's a little suspicious that it's going to devolve into their usual snacks-and-movies routine, but Madoka turns out to be a surprisingly tough taskmaster for someone so adorable. She makes flash cards! She comes up with mnemonics! They set stuff to music! (That last one turns out to be Sayaka's secret weapon. Once you make it hummable, she has it down cold.)
Before going in to take the make-up exam, Sayaka gives Madoka a sincere, emotionally open hug for once. Madoka spends the whole time pacing outside the room, fretting like a worried mother hen.
At last the grade comes in the mail, and obviously Sayaka knows Madoka has to be there to see it. She opens the envelope...it's a nearly perfect grade. She cheers. Madoka claps, then pounces her and kisses her. "I'm so proud of you, Sayaka-chan!"
On some level Sayaka is baffled by this, because it isn't like she helped anyone by taking that test, she was doing it all for herself...but mostly she's distracted by the revelation that she gets to make out with Madoka now.
They don't pay much attention to the movies or snacks on their next sleepover, either :D
(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-11 11:29 pm (UTC)Pretend Marriage (pre-Jon/"Stephen", G)
Date: 2012-12-15 06:40 pm (UTC)Jon had been shocked and amazed when Stephen excitedly pulled him into the bar. Half an hour later, he got it: Stephen wasn't freaking out because Stephen had no idea what was going on.
"You should cheer up, Jon," Stephen advised him, tossing back another hit of gingerbread margarita. "I know my handsome face is going to overshadow yours no matter what, but if you would quit scowling at anyone who flirts with me, some of these lovely ladies might turn their smoky eyes your way."
"Yeah, um, Stephen?" Jon kept his voice low enough to almost disappear under the pounding Ke$ha beat. "These aren't ladies."
"Jon! Don't be rude. Just because a woman is dressed and made up in...shall we say, a forward manner...it doesn't mean she can't be a lady."
"No, I mean -- these aren't women. Well, some of them might be," although definitely not the kind of woman born with two X chromosomes, "but I'm pretty sure most of them are dudes."
A drag queen with towering black curls and a glittery red dress chose that moment to slide into their booth next to Stephen. "Hey, sugar," she said, trailing one finger down the front of his fitted shirt. "Care to come give me a spin on the dance floor? Or off the dance floor?"
Stephen stared for a long moment at the wide, angular hand touching his chest. "No thank you!" he said loudly. "I...I'm married!"
The drag queen laughed. She had, Jon noticed with a twinge of envy, a really sexy laugh. "And you're here without her, so how's she supposed to know whether you...danced?"
"I. Um. It's not a her!" yelped Stephen. "It's him!"
Smoky eyes were turned on Jon, and he realized with a start that Stephen was pointing at him. "What?"
"I was just telling this fine...person...how happily married we are," said Stephen. "Isn't that right? Sweetie pie?"
This was ridiculous. But Stephen was wide-eyed and actually sweating, and before he knew it Jon was saying, "Yes, that's right." When Stephen fixed him with a hard stare, he added, with no conviction at all, "...snugglemuffin."
"Oh, aren't you two cute!" cooed the drag queen. "When did you two lovebirds tie the knot? Was it with everyone else in New York?"
Stephen was still freaking out expectantly in Jon's direction, so Jon, who was not equipped to make up answers for how exciting it had been to be in that crowd of happy couples, said, "No, um, more recent. Last month, actually."
At least the drag queen's squeal was girlier than his. "Congratulations!" she trilled. "I'll get the manager, I just know what she'll say -- free drinks for the newlyweds, on the house!"
Re: Pretend Marriage (pre-Jon/"Stephen", G)
Date: 2012-12-15 11:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-13 02:43 am (UTC)~A. Fann
After This They're Going Back To Rope Bondage (Jon/"Stephen", G)
Date: 2012-12-15 04:40 am (UTC)"I put it in the safe, Jon."
"And then changed the combination."
"The more people know a code, the greater a security risk it is! I learned that from Homeland."
"Of course. So you know the combination now, right...?"
"Not off the top of my head, no! But I wrote it down."
"And you didn't think that would be a bigger...listen, never mind, just tell me: where did you put the paper where you wrote it down?"
"I have good news and bad news for you, Jon."
"Uh-oh."
"The good news is, it's in a very safe place!"
(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-15 04:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-20 12:45 am (UTC)I would probably cop-out and do something supernatural or speculative. Like, they're road-tripping around England and stumble into a faerie ring. Or Olivia got herself a mini FTL rocket and they're going to check out some distant planets.