It's Meme'ing Time - The Tropes Edition

[elrhiarhodan]

To thank everyone for all of their love and support over the last few weeks, I'm doing a writing meme, which I've ganked from thefannishwaldo:

Pick 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).

Other than White Collar, I'll write:

ST:AOS - Kirk/Spock (if just for my bestie, RC)
HP - Harry/Sirius (Coffeethyme - for you!)
The West Wing - Sam/Josh
WC RPS - Yeah, because that's the way I roll (and dream, too)

1. hurt and stranded somewhere
2. undercover
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. "you weren't meant to hear/see that"
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. cellmates in jail
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. caught in the rain/in a storm
14. telepathy
15. High School/College AU

I'm out and about today - shopping with my sister. But I'm going back to work tomorrow, so I'll have plenty of screen time over the next few days.

Comments

[kendermaus]

fandom: White Collar pairing: Peter/El/Neal trope: #8 "you weren't meant to hear/see that"


have fun shopping and congrats on the move!
km

[doctor-fangeek.livejournal.com]

Okay, so this looks like one of the most fun memes ever! I'm so glad that you now have ALL THE INTERNETS!!

So...how about #11, cellmates in jail, with Peter and Neal?

Also...congrats again on the new house, glad the move seems to be going well, and have fun shopping!

[elrhiarhodan]

I've just got to say that you prompted me for the EXACT SAME PROMPT that I left for Waldo!

Peter/Neal - Cellmates in Prison (1)

[elrhiarhodan]

Okay, here goes:

Everyone knew to stay away from Big Bad Peter Burke. Former Fed, former lawman, currently serving hard time for committing murder with his bare hands. The rumor in the yard was that he ripped the head and arms off of his wife's killer.

That wasn't far from the truth.

Neal Caffrey, world-class con man and forger , should never have been sent to a maximum security facility like Sing Sing - four years for bond forgery should have netted him a stay at some cushy Club Fed. But Neal was also an escape artist par excellence, and the high walls and razor wire represented much more of a challenge.

Neal, terrified as he was, knew that he had to make the best of it, if he was going to survive. The screws who marched him down the midway delighted in telling him all about his vicious new cellmate.

"We'll check on you in the morning, Caffrey. We don't expect to find you alive."

As they approached the end of the long cellblock, the hoots and hollers faded away. A guard shouted at the cell's current occupant to stand with his hands on the wall and his feet apart. A sharp shove between his shoulder blades and Neal stumbled into the cell. The bars slammed shut and he was instructed to turn around and present his hands. Neal supposed that it wouldn't be a good idea to pick the cuffs and hand them to the guard, so he did as instructed.

They took off the cuffs and walked away, laughing.

"So, you're the fresh meat I was told I was getting." Burke sat down on the cell's one chair, legs incongruously, elegantly crossed.

Neal swallowed and introduced himself.

"This is no tea party, Caffrey. It's hell on earth and you don't strike me as a man who'll survive hard time without some help."

Neal knew this was coming. "I have connections, I can get things - whatever you want."

The shadows in his cellmate's eyes were surprising. "You can't get me what I want, no one can."

Neal took a deep breath and decided this was not the time to play games. "I want to stay alive and I know my chances are slim without protection. What's it going to cost me?"

Burke looked him up and down. "I suppose you think I'll want your pretty ass."

Neal just nodded.

"That'll do - for starters. Outside of this cell, you always walk in my shadow, you do everything I tell you to do and you talk to no one. You want to live, you want to get out of here relatively sane and healthy, you stick to me like fucking glue." Burke picked up a book and started to read, as if Neal's answer meant nothing.

"Okay - I get it."

"Hmmm." Burke turned the page and finally looked up, a wolfish grin on his face. "I own you - for the next four years."

[leonie-alastair.livejournal.com]

Yea! Internet! Glad the move is going well. How about Neal/Peter/El, accidental-baby-acquisition.

Peter/Neal (El) - Accidental Baby Acquisition

[elrhiarhodan]

Neal didn't know quite what to do, nor did Peter. They stood there, staring at the thing. No - not a thing, a little girl, maybe six months old. She was a pretty baby and happy to, at least that's what Neal thought.

"No - she's smiling because she has gas." Peter said, a touch repressively.

"And you know so much about babies, Special Agent Peter "I never wanted kids" Burke?" Neal snarked back.

"I have nieces and nephews. I even played catcher when my cousin Marilee went into labor a week early. So yes, I have some experience with them."

"Well, I don't think it's gas. I think she's a happy baby and she's delighted to be here." Neal picked her up, he had some experience with small humans. And was the recipient of a copious amount of spit-up. At least it was the leather jacket, and not the Devore.

Peter took the little girl and let Neal clean himself up. He dropped the paper towel in the trash like it was toxic waste "Well, Sherlock, any idea how we're going to explain this to El?"

Peter gave Neal his best stink-eye. "Why is it my responsibility? You're the one who went a little too far undercover with that adoption ring."

[winterstar95.livejournal.com]

OMG you put down secretly a virgin. heehee. It has to be that Neal is secretly a virgin to M/M (yes even with prison - let's pretend people are nice) and he and Peter are about to embark on going where no man has gone before (yes I just wrote that!!)

Peter/Neal - Secretly a Virgin

[elrhiarhodan]

"Wait, wait - Peter - just wait." Neal was naked, aroused and vaguely terrified, an interesting combination.

Peter was naked, aroused and given the size of the erection he was sporting, a little more than terrifying.

"What - why?" Neal's agitation finally seemed to have penetrated Peter's lust, and he sat back on his haunches, his cock nearly flush with his belly. "What's the matter?" Desire deepened the pitch of his voice and Neal shivered - but not from fear.

"I - ummm - I've..." Neal couldn't take his eyes off of Peter's cock. It was mesmerizing. He felt like a baby bird caught in a cobra's gaze.

"Neal?" Peter leaned over him, licking his neck, his throat, then biting down so very gently. Neal moaned, he'd never felt like this before - so taken over, so dominated. His hips lifted and their cocks met and he almost forgot about being scared.

Peter reached down and grasped his dripping dick, his strokes were firm, a little rough and when he pressed his thumb hard against the slit, Neal let out a little scream.

"You like that, baby?" The endearment should have been ridiculous, but it made his heart melt just a little more.

"Yes - yes." Neal writhed in Peter's grip, trying to connect with more skin. Peter obliged, pressing against him from torso to thigh. They rubbed against each other, cock sliding against cock, faster and harder and it was all Neal could do to keep some control. He felt like a damn 15 year old, just touching himself could make it go off.

Peter rolled on his back, taking Neal with him, his strong, hard hands gripping his ass. Neal wondered if there'd be bruises there tomorrow, and he sort of hoped so. Peter's fingers curved into his crack, flirting with his tight hole.

As they humped and ground their bodies together, striving for pleasure, Neal wondered if this was a good time to tell Peter that he was a virgin.

[embroiderama]

How about WC RPS, caught in the rain/in a storm? :D

WC RPS - (Almost) Caught in the Rain

[elrhiarhodan]

There's an old saying about New York in springtime. "If you don't like the weather, wait five minutes."

That was certainly true on a Monday in early May. The day had promised to be mild, with just a few high clouds and a light breeze. Perfect for shooting an extended walk-and-talk. Except that the blue skies quickly surrendered to a heavy bank of rain clouds which couldn't wait to open up and vomit water.

The director of the week called cut for the umteenth time when the wind blew Matt's umbrella across Tim's face, nearly taking his eye out.

They were both relieved when the production manager told the them, "Okay, folks - let's give this a half-hour and hope it'll blow over."

Tim looked at Matt, who gave him the tiniest grin. "Wanna finish that Scrabble game?"

Matt shrugged. "Sure."

They dodged a few large puddles on their way back to the trailers. Matt held the umbrella over Tim as he unlocked his trailer, then gracefully maneuvered inside - keeping the sopping nylon from dripping over everything.

Tim's trailer was much like his own, a small dressing/make-up area, a closet and bathroom. But where his had two lounge chairs, Tim's was set up with an extra deep couch that occasionally doubled as a bed.

"Doesn't look like this is going to let up any time soon." Tim commented, and the world seemed to agree as it punctuated that statement with an impressive clap of thunder.

"Hmm." Matt's reply, non-committal as it was, was muffled as he searched for the scrabble board. They had started a game a few days ago, and he was beating Tim by well over a hundred points. He found the small travel sized game in the table next to the couch. “Found it!”

"Matt?"

He looked up, only to find that Tim had striped off his (or more accurately, Peter’s) jacket, shirt and tie, had pulled off his undershirt and was about to unbuckle his belt. He felt himself flushing a brilliant shade of red. “You know, if you’re going to use code words for sex, you might want to pick something a little less confusing.”

Tim laughed and shook his head. “We can finish the game, if that’s what you want.”

Matt put the set back on the table, careful not to jostle the board. “It can wait. That – ” He gestured to Tim’s burgeoning erection, “Can’t.”

[coffeethyme4me.livejournal.com]

OMG, I want alllll of those as Sirius/Harry or Tim/Matt, LOL! But how about some variation on...

1. hurt and stranded somewhere

either one

4. huddling for warmth

Sirius/Harry


8. "you weren't meant to hear/see that"

Tim/Matt


14. telepathy

Sirius/Harry

Obviously, I'm a greedy bitch, so pick one if you like........and come back to do the others. ;-) :-)

Damn, it's good to have you back on the Internet again!

Tim/Matt - You Weren't Meant to See That

[elrhiarhodan]

Tim/Matt – You weren’t supposed to see that


Tim knew it was inevitable that when you did nude scenes, pictures of your naked body were going to show up on the internet. He learned not to pay attention, even when a fan asked him to sign the back of his cell phone. He had accidentally turned the phone on and was greeted with a less than flattering shot of him from Tell Me You Love Me. He was at least twenty pounds heavier with the start of a disgusting set of man-boobs. The thunder thighs made his dick look small, too.

But the young man, a fan, was embarrassed – and apologized profusely. Tim just smiled, signed the phone and moved one. It was the price of you paid.

Then there were the scenes from Carnivale, at least those were shot in near-darkness. He was in much better shape, more like he was now, except a little younger, a little beefier around the shoulders. Of course there were screen caps of the love-making scene on the ‘net, and quite a few of them found there way through some image manipulation software to improve the exposure.

Nothing that could be done about that. If you didn’t want pictures of your naked self on the internet, you just didn’t do nude scenes.

What he didn’t expect to find were those pictures on his co-star’s own cell phone, sent to him by his own damn husband.

For the umpteenth time this season, Matt left his iPhone on his chair and walked off. Tim looked at the thing and wished that Matt would at least lock it. This was a network show and they didn’t really have dedicated PAs. It buzzed with an incoming message, the summary glowing on the lock screen. “TIM: For Your Eyes Only.” It was from Simon.

He was puzzled – why would Matt’s partner be sending him an email on Matt’s phone? He open the message and froze as icy heat build in his stomach. The message wasn’t for him. It was about him.

A series of pictures loaded. Pictures of him from Carnivale, from Tell Me You Love Me, cleaned up and properly exposed and lit and showing everything in exquisite detail. But it wasn’t the images that rocked his world; it was the simple, one line message that preceded them:

“When you get bored thinking about me while you’re jerking off, here’s something else to fuel your fantasies.”

[attackfish.livejournal.com]

Neal and Moz, accidental baby acquisition - Moz tries to explain this to Neal (sort of) who has to explain this to Peter.

[doctor-fangeek.livejournal.com]

OMG! This prompt is genius.

Neal & Moz - Accidental Baby Acquisition

[elrhiarhodan]

Neal tracked Mozzie down in Friday, his personal favorite safehouse. It had been more than a week since he'd seen or heard from him, and he'd become worried about his friend. It wasn't like Moz to go for more than a day or two without showing up at his apartment and helping himself to the best bottles of wine.

Normally, Friday was out of his radius, but he explained to Peter, who called it into the Marshals, after extracting a promise to tell him what, if anything was going on. Peter considered Mozzie a friend, too. If it wasn't for the fact that it was date night with Elizabeth, Peter would have gone with him.

Maybe it was a good thing that Neal breached the confines on the "abandoned" warehouse near the Gowanus canal without him, because what he found was fairly inexplicable.

Mozzie was on his hands and knees, eye to eye with what looked like a small and very blue dragon, complete with slowly flexing wings. Neal blinked and shook his head, thinking to clear his vision. Maybe it was a kinetic sculpture. Or some rare and exotic stuffed toy. Or a hologram.

Because it couldn't be a real dragon.

He must have made a noise, because the dragon looked up, gave a squawk (complete with a tiny burst of flame) and fluttered awkwardly up to the rafters.

"Moz?"

"Damnit, Neal - do you know how long it's going to take me to get Cedric down from there? Do you know how long it's taken me to get him to trust me, and now I've got to start from scratch."

Neal looked from Moz to the thing perched on a iron cross beam, the blue of its skin slowly changing to match the surrounding colors. As he watched, it became nearly invisible - only the slight motion of its wings gave its position away.

"What the hell is that?" Neal was getting just a little freaked out.

"Watch your language - it's just a baby."

"A baby what?" Neal was afraid to hear the answer.

"What does it look like? A baby rhinoceros?" Moz gave him that face. "A baby dragon."

Neal took off his hat and examined the inside lining, wondering when it got so worn. Anything to avoid thinking about what he just saw and heard.

Moz circled around the floor of the warehouse, collecting an odd assortment of things – a hard case with Cyrillic lettering stenciled on in (Soviet military surplus, most likely), a set of keys and cigarette lighter.

Neal watched as his friend started up a scissor-lift and raised it to the rafters. He had exchanged his horn-rimmed glasses for a set of infrared goggles (the contents of the case) and was scanning the area where the baby dragon had disappeared. Mozzie must have spotted the creature because he held out his arm and of all things, began to flick the cigarette lighter.

Neal gasped as Moz staggered back, crashing into the safety gate, his arms suddenly fully of a blue baby dragon. The scissor lift descended slowly, giving Neal time to adjust his world view. By the time he was face-to-face with Mozzie’s new friend, he pretty much accepted that there really were dragons flying around. And for some reason, it now seemed perfectly rational that Moz, of all people, would have one.

Moz stepped off the lift, the dragon wrapped around him and peering at Neal like the shy child it was.

“Neal – you’re not going to tell the Suit about this, right?” Moz was worried about the strangest things.

“No – I don’t think I am. Peter may be broad minded, but this is not something I think he’s really ready to know about.”

(You didn’t say that the baby had to be human, right?)

[surreal-44.livejournal.com]

I'm a huge fan of amnesia...so Peter with amnesia! \o/

Peter - Amnesia

[elrhiarhodan]

"Neal, tell me this isn't happening. Please." Elizabeth sank down into an uncomfortable chair in the small waiting area down the hall from Peter's hospital room.

Neal stood there, hands in his pockets, shirt rumpled, tie missing, and three days worth of beard darkening his face. "El - I'm so sorry. I don't know why this happened."

Three days ago, driving back from a witness interview in White Plains, Peter's car was hit by a truck. A garbage truck backing up. The damage should have been minimal - the Taurus was stopped and the garbage truck was going less than five miles an hour. Except that the airbag went off, and the coverplate didn't unhinge properly. It hit Peter square in the forehead.

He had been in a coma - medically induced - for those three days, but the swelling had reduced and the bleeding had stopped, so they brought him out of it. Both Elizabeth and Neal were by his side when he woke up.

She had done her best not to break down when Peter was under, and donned a carefully happy smile as his eyes opened. She'd been warned that there could be some damage, but she wasn't expecting this.

"Hi, hon." El had reached out to clasp her husband's hand. They had taken off his wedding ring and it looked naked and unhealthy without it. "How are you feeling?"

He gave her a puzzled smile and just said, "I've got a headache."

She leaned over the bed rail and tried to press a kiss against his lips, but Peter had jerked away.

"Hon?"

He gave her another puzzled look. "You're an awfully pretty woman, but do you think you should go around kissing strangers?"

[teaboyfan.livejournal.com]

This looks like fun! I'd love to see Peter and Neal (5) pretending to be married, or (8) "you weren't meant to hear/see that."

[doctor-fangeek.livejournal.com]

Can I just say that I love your icon. And yes, I do wish I had one. :)

[joy2190.livejournal.com]

Naah! My first two picks are already taken. How about Mozzie and Elizabeth drunk or forced to share a bed (if I ask REALLY nicely can I have both?!). Wait, wait..can they be pretending to be married also? Undercover with everyone listening in from the van... Okay, I'd better stop before things get out of hand!

[joy2190.livejournal.com]

Wow, couldn't even find a picture of them out there, other than this one. With that raincoat, it looks like they could be caught in rain also!

[dennih23.livejournal.com]

First off congratulations on the new house! Glad to hear the move went well and see you back online.


I was thinking #11 with Peter and Moz or # 10 Peter and Moz.

[crism79.livejournal.com]

I just can't get off my head a drunk Jones and Neal... :D

[catpennies.livejournal.com]

truth or date, simon/matt/tim (or matt/tim) or GEN cast.

[coffeethyme4me.livejournal.com]

I second the Truth or Dare with Simon/Matt/Tim!

[daria234.livejournal.com]

yay on all the good things. And moving

Neal with amnesia!

Or K/S undercover- Kirk pretends to be a criminal & Spock has to chase.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

ETA Spock knows Kirk is undercover but wants to catch him anyway

[thefannishwaldo.livejournal.com]

Oh I have to do it...

West Wing, Sam/Josh, jail cellmates. :)