Friday: Free For All

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Happy Friday everyone! It's another Free For All, so get your prompts and creative juices ready, because all prompts, fandoms, and pairings are welcome today!


Just remember to play by the rules:

No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompts for up to 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces. This is especially important as the Fall season is gearing up!

For the love of our volunteer code monkeys and sorters, please format everything properly. For example:

White Collar, Neal/Peter, clever (sticky) fingers

Inception/Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, (fusion au) you've got to dream a little bigger darling

And, as ever, if you can't find something to pique your interest, feel free to peruse our lonely prompts. Keep in mind, this weekend is a contest weekend!


Speaking of lonely prompts, a quick note: there may be issues accessing posts from certain users, even in the community. I don't know if it's from LJ purging inactive members, or if they deleted their journals, but even I as a maintainer do not have access to them. For now I'm having the sorters leave those prompts archived in Delicious, and will address them once it's determined if we can get those entries back.

Comments

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Nick, aftermath

Fill! R/Mature-ish

[sansdatelimite.livejournal.com]

It’s weird for Sam to look into those eyes and not see the Devil looking back at him. To bump shoulders or knees, and not fear death. Even more, it’s almost scary how easy it is to close his own eyes and to kiss those chapped lips, to worm his way around and in that body and just forget for a minute. Forget everything.

Sam doesn’t swing this way, but he doesn’t really care for anything beyond the now anymore. When the fact he’s still alive and breathing is a miracle in and of itself, he has a hard time caring for much beyond the basics.

The Devil is gone, banished, and his two vessels are left cold and alone on a dark highway somewhere in Arizona (Sam thinks). Sam’s still waiting for the punch line, but in the meantime, he’s okay with tumbling into questionably clean sheets with the only other person who could possibly understand what he has gone through.

In time, Sam knows, that they’re going to have to get real, grow up, that they can’t spend forever entangled together, rocking against each other and breathing in each other’s space. This is forgetting though, this perfect bliss that leaves them both sated and exhausted, and Sam isn’t ready to remember.

He doesn’t want to think about anything beyond what Nick’s skin taste likes, the sounds he makes when Sam scrapes his teeth across his chest and stomach, or the way he feels when Sam buries himself inside of him.

Sam saved the world and his brother has his own life, family. So, Sam thinks it’s understandable if he avoids his mistakes for a little while longer. It’s not like Nick is complaining, anyways.

Re: Fill! R/Mature-ish

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

That is good. Unf. *bookmarks for later* :D

Re: Fill! R/Mature-ish

[sansdatelimite.livejournal.com]

Hee! Glad you enjoyed!

Re: Fill! R/Mature-ish

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

This is gorgeous, thanks! Love this paring to bits, and the fics are few and far between. ♥