Friday Free For All
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comment_ficAnd here we are, another week survived and another Friday Free For All so we are going to go nuts and prompt whatever the hell we want... the only limit is your imagination! Just remember to follow the rules:
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:
White Collar, Neal/Peter/Elizabeth, obedience
White Collar/Leverage, Neal & Sophie, the lost heir
Not finding anything that interests you? Check out our lonely prompts here
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:
White Collar, Neal/Peter/Elizabeth, obedience
White Collar/Leverage, Neal & Sophie, the lost heir
Not finding anything that interests you? Check out our lonely prompts here
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Date: 2010-10-09 07:31 pm (UTC)Jared’s knee was bouncing as he watched Richard pile up leaves. It took everything in him not to run over there and send the leaves in every direction. And everyone around him knew it if their grins were anything to go by.
“Don’t do it,” Jensen warned. “It’s going to kill him if you do it. He already banished you over here once. Don’t make him banish you across set.”
“If that pile of leaves get any bigger it’s mine.” Jared nibbled on his lip and Jensen gave a soft chuckle.
“He’ll kill you.”
“No he won’t,” Jared shook his head, “He loves me.”
“Sure he does.” Misha rolled his eyes. “Just go over there. Jensen, we’re needed back on set.”
“Don’t do it, Jay. He’ll kill you.”
“I promise,” Jared eyed the pile of leaves and waited until they sauntered off and then his feet were moving before his brain processed it. He was sliding through the leaves and laughing at Richard’s shocked face. Leaves were flying everywhere and Jared just laid back on the cool ground and kept laughing until Richard was standing over him.
“Really? That was my job.”
Jared reached out a hand and yanked him down, “See now you have something better than leaves.”
“I don’t know,” Richard snorted. “The leaves obey me. You on the other hand don’t. You were supposed to stay over there.”
“Oh!” Jared clutched his chest and rolled on top of Richard grinned at the leaves that got into his hair. “You love it.”
“Yeah,” Richard plucked at a leaf and tossed it back before he ran his fingers down Jared’s cheek. “I do.”
Jared smiled at the soft gesture before pressing his lips against Richard’s.
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Date: 2010-10-01 04:00 pm (UTC)The sound of near hysterical laughter from the doorway stopped him mid-thought. He frowned and put his knitting down, turning to look over his shoulder.
Steve was standing in the door way, doubled over with laughter, his eyes shining with tears. He looked up at Christian and opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was more laughter and he wrapped his arms around his stomach.
Christian stood and stalked across the room, hands crossed over his chest. He narrowed his eyes. "And what's so funny?" He demanded
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Date: 2010-10-01 11:10 am (UTC)slow to get to the Eliot/Nate, sorry!
Date: 2010-10-03 09:05 pm (UTC)"I'm not teaching you this again, man. If you didn't learn the first time…" Alec was still grumbling when he sat down in front of the computer and booted it up, pulling up the program like he'd been expecting this all along.
"There's something wrong with you," Eliot said, but there wasn't anything sharp about it, followed by a gentle smile as he watched Parker try to juggle while standing on her head. When she threw Eliot the three balls he joined right in.
"I'm not scared," Parker objected, shifting on the spot for a second and then crossing the room to stand between Eliot and Alec. There hadn't really been enough room between them, but neither of them moved away as she pressed herself between them.
"I'm a bad man," Eliot said, shooting Sophie a wicked grin. But he opened the car door for her later, and lent her his jacket when it started raining and she was in nothing but her ball gown. He'll never let her get hurt.
"It's horrible to watch," Sophie told him, gesturing at the screen like a second look would convince Eliot of the horror in the violence displayed there. She didn't take her eyes off it though, even as the stronger fighter steps in close and throws the other to the ground.
They're a group of conmen and thieves, trained to lie and deceive. Living off that skill.
That should worry Nate more, but Eliot's never told him he loves him. Not once. And Nate can read it in every tiny action, every moment while they're together. Eliot catches him watching and smiles warmly. Nate knows.
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Date: 2010-10-01 11:11 am (UTC)Fill - Four Years Of Slow
Date: 2010-10-01 03:41 pm (UTC)SPN, Dean/Castiel, Dean thought he was going to have go slow on Cas when it came to sex. Cas had other ideas and slow wasn't one of them.
Dean had thought it would be a good idea to go slow, but Castiel turned out to be probably the most aggressive virgin ever.
It was only the second time they'd even kissed, and already things were moving really fast.
Somehow during the kissing - Dean couldn't remember them moving so much - Cas had gotten him against the door of the motel room.
The angel was apparently working on pure instinct, not that Dean minded at all.
Dean let out a soft moan as Cas pressed himself against him, slid one of his hands under his shirt, and broke the kiss to nuzzle at his neck.
Dean grabbed at the curve of Cas' ass to pull him closer. "Jesus, Cas. I thought this was going to be slow," he said.
"Did we not already have four years of 'slow'?" Cas answered.
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Date: 2010-10-01 11:13 am (UTC)(Based on true events)
Date: 2010-10-05 08:06 am (UTC)"What movie?" Morgana asked, drying her hair with a towel.
"Well, uh, it's a surprise, but I think we'll all enjoy it," Arthur said loftily. Gwen stole it out of his hand.
"Stacy's Sweet Sixteen XXX Slumber Party...Arthur, this is a porno!"
"It wasn't my idea," said Merlin hurriedly.
"I thought it would be fun, you know, a little excitement?" said Arthur.
"Oh really?" said Morgana, her eyebrows dangerously arched.
"Yeah, and if we get...inspired, we could go our separate ways."
"Or we could not watch it," said Gwen.
"Aww, come on Gwen..." Arthur pleaded.
"It...It could be...interesting," said Merlin.
"Oh, so you ARE in on this!" said Gwen. "Augh, you are both ridiculous."
"Let's watch it," said Morgana, flopping down on the bed.
"What?"
"Let's just watch it. Could be fun, and we can always turn it off."
"Three against one, I win!"
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"What is she doing?"
"I think she's supposed to be touching herself."
"She's not even anywhere near anything..."
"Ladies, I'm trying to watch the movie."
"Wait, did she just use conditioner-"
"For lube?! I know, WHO does that?"
"There is not way that she's getting off from that."
"Oh my god, shut up."
"..."
"No no no, frosting?"
"Is all porn like this?"
"I can't take this anymore," said Merlin, turning off the video.
"You RUINED it," Arthur said, pointing at Gwen and Morgana accusingly.
Morgana rolled her eyes. "Well maybe next time, you should buy actual porn, not softcore."
"I told you," said Merlin quietly.
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Date: 2010-10-01 11:15 am (UTC)How did their first meeting go.
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Date: 2010-10-01 11:18 am (UTC)Part 1
Date: 2010-10-11 03:54 pm (UTC)"I didn't freakin' kidnap him. He followed me when I went to check out the house and got his ass kicked by Mr. Big and Ugly spirit." There was some movement and Castiel felt another body move close to him. He kept his breathing even and hoped that neither psychotic Winchester realized he was awake. He would live longer and maybe gain that one significant piece of intel that would help the FBI finally bring these brothers to justice.
Sam huffed, "you should have dropped him at the nearest police station."
"Oh, right, so I can add 'Assaulting a Federal Agent' right next to my charge for impersonating one. I think not, Sammy. Anyways, when he wakes up maybe we can finally explain to him that we are not insane." There was a brief sting as Dean cleaned what felt like a long, thick gash on Castiel's left forearm. He did well not to flinch.
He tried to think about the last few minutes before he was knocked out. He followed Dean into the abandoned home, Dean moved toward the kitchen and before Castiel could go any farther he was thrown against a wall. He thought at the time Sam Winchester had some how sneak up behind him; though he was sure Dean had been alone when he exited the car. He looked around, sluggish from the impact when he was tossed across the room again. He hit a glassed cover portrait and that was where he received the cut on his arm. He scrambled for his backup weapon and...
Had it been human? The thing in front of him when he had finally drawn his spare and leveled it in front of him. It's skin was an ashy gray and...it had flickered. From one spot in the room to another.
Castiel mentally slapped himself; now he was being crazy. He was letting the wild stories surrounding the Winchesters get to him. There had been quite a few agents who had the Winchester file float over their desk; and some of the conclusions drawn were... Debatable. Monsters, demons...ghosts.
Dean was finished wrapping his forearm and had moved to cleaning the few cuts and scraps he had gathered as, whatever it was, threw him about the room.
"Damn it, Dean. What are you doing?" Sam was pacing restlessly.
Dean grunted, "Cleaning him up."
"You should have left him at a hospital," Sam snapped. "And he's been awake for ten minutes."
"I know." Castiel stiffened under Dean's careful hands. They knew he was faking sleep. Dean backed away and Castiel quickly sat up. His eyes scanned the room and surprisingly his guns were both on the nightstand next to his bed along with his badge and cellphone. He picked up his phone and flipped it open. It was, of course, turned off. He didn't even try to switch it back on; the Winchester brothers hadn't harmed him yet, he wanted to keep it that way. He put the phone in his pocket but left the guns where they were.
"Look, I'm really sorry that Dean brought you here." Sam stepped forward but stopped when Castiel made a small (extremely involuntary) movement back. "We'll just... What Dean? What the hell are we going to do?"
"Stop bitchin', Sam. We gotta deal with this now. He's always too close; it's going to get him killed." The brothers began a staring contest and when neither looked away they turned together and focused their attention on Castiel.
Castiel finally found his voice, "Is that what happen to Victor?" His voice harden at mentioning the veteran agent that they had lost four months ago to the Winchesters. Castiel wasn't prepared for their shared, equal looks of pain and sadness. He didn't let it stop him and barreled on, "Did he get to close and you had to-"
"We didn't kill Henriksen!" Dean cut him off and his hands clenched into fists. "It was a demon."
Castiel couldn't stop the indignant snort quick enough, he waited in a tense silence for the brothers to react. When nothing came he felt bold, "Do you have any other campfire stories you would like to tell?"
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