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In response to the rash of kink memes we've been having. If you like a little vanilla in your fic:



Rules
1. It's very important to remember that all entries be vanilla. By which we mean there can be sex, even explicit sex, just not the kind you might hesitate mentioning you've had in front of people that aren't fangirls. As [livejournal.com profile] memphis86 put it, "no whips, no chains, no cherry sauce." Angst or Schmoop though, go crazy.

2. Post as many prompts as you want. As you notice [livejournal.com profile] memphis86 and I were a little short on prompts for Dean/Castiel and Sam/Ruby. Don't let that stop you from participating.

3. When you reply, please post the prompt you've filled in the header so that we can link back to it easily. Multiple entries for the same prompt are totally awesome. Be nice, have fun!

Sam/Dean Prompts
-Sam/Dean, public displays of affection.
-Sam/Dean, cooking in a motel kitchen
-Sam/Dean, massage
-Sam/Dean, splitting the newspaper Here by [livejournal.com profile] bekkis
-Sam/Dean, reading aloud because someone is incapacitated or because they’ve stumbled across something funny and/or touching.
-Sam/Dean, making-out
-Sam/Dean, spooning
-Sam/Dean, making use of powers for foreplay
-Sam/Dean, dressing up for a masquerade party for a case
-Sam/Dean, running through water fountains
-Sam/Dean, swimming in the rain or skinny dipping Here by [livejournal.com profile] elohvee
-Sam/Dean, going to the beach
-Sam/Dean, a girl buying Sam a girly drink in a bar and Dean’s reaction
-Sam/Dean, Sam getting fitted for a suit after they destroy the old one on a hunt here by [livejournal.com profile] dark_reaction
-Sam/Dean, by a fireplace
-Sam/Dean, somebody mistaking Sam and Dean as a couple on an airplane when Dean is hyper-ventilating and Sam is trying to comfort him, and Dean getting pissed off that he has to sit next to the person that thinks he’s gay Here by [livejournal.com profile] lazy_daze
-Sam/Dean, mile-high club
-Sam/Dean, eating some kind of unusual ethnic food after Sam rebels at the suggestion of another roadside diner
-Sam/Dean, ending up at a dance club for a case and being forced to dance
-Sam/Dean, fixing a house up for a friend
-Sam/Dean, Chuck crossover where Sam is shopping at Buy More and geeking out over technology, Morgan assuming they’re gay and being obnoxiously overly helpful, Chuck having to drag him away
-Sam/Dean, morning after awkwardness after the first time
-Sam/Dean, “Dean, you’re an asshole, stop taking naked pictures of me.”Here by [livejournal.com profile] trueshellz
-Sam/Dean, case at a haunted sleep away camp and getting caught by the kids making out in the woods/canoe
-Sam/Dean, “Closing Time” by Semisonic comes on the radio and Sam remembers listening to it when he was younger and pining for Dean.
-Sam/Dean, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders in a public place
-Sam/Dean, Blackout Here by [livejournal.com profile] memphis86
-Sam/Dean, locked in a closet Here by [livejournal.com profile] memphis86
-Sam/Dean, watching True Blood Here by [livejournal.com profile] rosekay and not exactly a follow-up, but a spin off where Dean and Sam come across Fangtasia Here also by [livejournal.com profile] rosekay
-Sam/Dean, Sam makes up ridiculous rhymes to help him remember things. Dean counters with suggestive limericks
-Sam/Dean, A night in the library after-hours.
-Sam/Dean, Dean and Sam wander into a garden filled with good, old-fashioned sex pollen.
-Sam/Dean, vanilla ice-cream Here by [livejournal.com profile] dark_reaction and a follow up by [livejournal.com profile] ignited about Dean and an Ice Cream Truck here
thanks to [livejournal.com profile] nomelon
Sam/Dean - having to be very, very quiet
Sam/Dean - camping
Sam/Dean - on a deserted beach at sunset Here by [livejournal.com profile] ignipes
Sam/Dean - suntan lotion on sun-warmed skin, Dean's freckles, Sam's HANDS. Here by [livejournal.com profile] dark_reaction and Here by [livejournal.com profile] elohvee
Sam/Dean - tipsy Sam has never done bodyshots, Dean shows him how
Sam/Dean - playing football in a meadow
Sam/Dean - walking barefoot on the grass
Sam/Dean - asleep in the backseat of the Impala Here by [livejournal.com profile] trueshellz
Sam/Dean - haircut Here by [livejournal.com profile] bekkis
Sam/Dean - a sack of oranges Here by [livejournal.com profile] regala_electra

Sam/Ruby
-Sam/Ruby, Twister
-Sam/Ruby, training with powers
-Sam/Ruby, Sam geeking out about history and Ruby revealing how all of what he knows is wrong. Because she was there.
-Sam/Ruby, pretending to be married
-Sam/Ruby, Ruby getting lost in the cooking section of a bookstore and Sam being all shocked at this sudden display of domesticity

Dean/Castiel
-Dean/Castiel: Dean takes him to the movies. Castiel doesn't realize he needs to whisper inside. Here by [livejournal.com profile] seahorse_4215
-Dean/Castiel: Driving lessons in the impala. Dean almost makes Castiel swear a blood oath before setting foot into his "baby".

Assorted Other pairings
-Dean/Henriksen: Dean wakes up and Henriksen is watching him sleep, dirt on his hands from where he crawled out of the grave.
-Dean/Henriksen: Buddy cop cliche trope. Only sexier.

-Sam/Castiel: Asking for forgiveness.
-Sam/Castiel: Sam has an old scripture to translate. Castiel shows off his skilled tongue.

-Uriel/Castiel: Before the war, Uriel had the best sense of humor in the group. And Castiel used to laugh clear and free, smiling like the sun. And Uriel just wanted to see him like that every day.

-Lucifer/Castiel: Brothers in arms, er, wings.
-Lucifer/Sam: My favorite mistake.
-Lucifer/Ruby: Best minion ever.

-Pamela/Ruby: Why the Ramones are the best band Ruby would ever have the pleasure to hear during her time on Earth.
-Anna/Pamela: Pamela changing her bandages. Anna assists her, and can't help but steal a kiss.
-Ruby/Anna: Gay chicken in the backseat. Ruby started it! Here by [livejournal.com profile] not_refined and Here by [livejournal.com profile] slartibartfast
-Dean/Pamela: Pamela steals one of Dean's favorite classic rock t-shirts every time she spends the night. Dean doesn't notice for a few weeks.
Chuck/Castiel: Sometimes the dreams and reality start to get fuzzy. All that tequila doesn't help much either but Chuck's been waking up covered in feathers and should figure out why. Here by [livejournal.com profile] thunder_nari
Meg/Ruby - get magical amnesia and they're very drawn to one another but they have no idea why

So, get cracking!

Sam/Dean, locked in a closet

Date: 2009-07-29 09:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] memphis86.livejournal.com
SIGH. You have my permission to delete this if it truly sucks and I will try again.


The metallic sounds of the latches being opened and shut, the squeak of a hinge and the snap of a lock and key sliding into place like clockwork, fit of hand in glove.

It's certainly pretty to look at, ornately designed with images of golden flowers running up and down dark-blue jade. And it's big, seven foot high by four, maybe five feet wide. Deceptively so, the angles of the glossy frame hiding the true depth of it. From where Sam sits, it looks like it'd be no bigger than your average closet or wardrobe.

Rattling back and forth on the ground and a shout of "Aha!" from within before the sound of another latch releasing.

"There! I think I got it–ah crap it's another false back," Dean says and Sam sighs heavily, shifting his head to his other hand so he can check his watch.

"It's been almost an hour, Dean. Can I please just break it open already? You can't have enough air in there right now either."

Dean thumps against the side of the closet, and it shakes with the weight of him, at least that's what Sam imagines, Dean throwing himself against it in defeat. "Sam, then The Amazing Mumble will know we were investigating him!"

"The Amazing Mumbo," Sam corrects. "Definitely a lack of oxygen to your brain."

"Whatever, we can't leave behind any traces," Dean says, and Sam hears him working on the locks again.

"Except when he finds you trapped in his closet."

Dean pauses, "It's a surprisingly large and complicated closet you know," he says, and Sam can almost hear the pout in his tone.

Sam sighs and shifts his head to rest on both of his hands as he draws his legs underneath him, and watches the closet start to shake and rattle again.

"Gah!" Dean shouts and Sam perks up immediately.

"What's going on?"

"Shit, there's a trapdoor. I lost part of the floor in here."

Sam rolls his head back. "That's it, I'm getting an axe."

"Luckily, I have this hook-thing to hold onto, so I probably won't fall. I think I can kick it back into place–" Dean says and just as Sam's about to make a run for the Impala, the doors swing open, the entire apparatus coming apart and the sides falling flat on the floor.

And Dean trips over his jacket and jeans piled on the floor, (it was getting hot in there, he had to strip down to just a t-shirt and his underwear, really), tumbling right into Sam's arms; he looks up, and smiles.

"Told you I could do it."

Sam raises his eyebrows. "All without the aid of your pants."

Dean realizes how close his lips are in the direction of Sam's chin. "You need to stop talking about me without pants."

Sam's mouth eye-level to Dean, wide smile of teeth and tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "You're the one not wearing, things."

Dean looks over his shoulder. "Yeah, we maybe should get those, things." He straightens himself up and turns to pick up the clothes he discarded in the pile of aluminum and plaster that was The Amazing Mumbo's disappearing cabinet. But when he turns around Sam's there and he tosses Dean's clothes over his shoulder with one hand, the other pulling him close for a kiss.

Sam's hand runs underneath Dean's threadbare shirt, and he makes a sound, pulling away from the kiss. "Your back is all sweaty."

"It was hot in there," Dean explains, blinking slowly and almost swaying on his feet, and who knows what he does exactly, probably steps on the wrong hinge and the cabinet pulls itself back together before either of them realizes what's happening and–

Locks itself shut.

Dean breathes out. "So, what do we tell Gumbo–"

"Mumbo."

"–Mumbo, when he finds the two of us trapped in here in our underwear?"

"You're not getting me out of my pants, Dean."

"Well how the hell else am I supposed to get into them, then?"

Re: Sam/Dean, locked in a closet

Date: 2009-07-29 09:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dark-reaction.livejournal.com
Sam raises his eyebrows. "All without the aid of your pants."

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, WILLIS? THIS IS AMAZING. I really like how you reinterpreted it and I just love imagining Sam standing there nonplussed. AWESOMENESS.

Re: Sam/Dean, locked in a closet

Date: 2009-07-29 10:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] memphis86.livejournal.com
♥♥♥♥♥

Baby steps to busting out of this writing funk I guess? Thank you for doing this!

Re: Sam/Dean, locked in a closet

Date: 2009-07-30 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elohvee.livejournal.com
Ahaha, this is FANTASTIC. Their voices are spot-on, and the dialogue is fabulous; I have a ridiculously big grin on my face right now.

Re: Sam/Dean, locked in a closet

Date: 2009-07-30 08:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trueshellz.livejournal.com
OMFG
This is amazing!
x

Re: Sam/Dean, locked in a closet

Date: 2009-07-31 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] girlguidejones.livejournal.com
HAHAHAHAHA. Last Line victory arms! \o/

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