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:
Kane RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, royal wedding fever
Lie To Me/Leverage, Cal & Nate, you're lying to yourself
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:
Kane RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, royal wedding fever
Lie To Me/Leverage, Cal & Nate, you're lying to yourself
Not finding anything that interests you? Check out our lonely prompts here
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Date: 2011-04-29 11:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-12-07 05:58 pm (UTC)"Dammit Parker!" Eliot screamed as he gave a very impressive glare at the thief across the room from him watching all six televisions and acting all innocent.
"What?" Parker demanded with a shrug as her eyes didn't even bother to leave the t.v. screens.
"You did it again!" Eliot shouted as he tried to breathe down his temper a little.
"Did what?" Parker questioned as her eyes stayed focused on the television screens.
"YOu took my wallet again!" Eliot screeched out angrily. Of course, if the thief would at least have the decency to face him he could have a proper arguement with her.
"So?" Parker shrugged in response, "I do it all the time!"
Usually the hitter would nod his head in agreement and hold out his hand for the wallet, today just wasn't a good day. He had to go to the grocery store four, that's right four times because kept forgetting to buy the bread he had set out for dinner and got all distracted with the cute girl working the register, and the cute girl over in the produce section, and the cute mother of two in aisle five. He has a short attention span sometimes and it has only just occured to him that he has to go back to the store again becuase of that hot chick who was contemplating an ice cream binge because her boyfriend dumped her! So yeah, he really needed to go to the sotre but in order to that he needed his wallet!
"Give me my wallet back!" Eliot begged of the thief immediately.
"No, you're being mean," Parker hissed at the hitter as she continued to stare at the six sets of cartoons on the television screens.
"Please, Parker," Eliot sighed as he tried to make his voice sound very sincere and not at all life threatening.
"No," Parker stated again which totally meant that she picked up on the whole (I am going to kill you) vibe.
"I'll make you your favorite dessert," Eliot bargained resonably considering the dire circumstances.
"I already had cereal today," Parker shrugged in response.
"Ice cream?" Eliot suggested instead.
"It's too cold for ice cream," Parker commented simply as she still hasn't turned her head during the entire conversation.
"It's in the middle of Aug..." Eliot forced his mouth shut before his frustration got the better of the situation, "Listen, Parker, I really need you to give me my wallet or I will be forced to perform a very bad thing!"
"What bad thing?" Parker questioned as her head merely tilted in acknowledgement of the argument now.
"I will kill you in your sleep," Eliot stated in the darkest voice he had to offer, "after I make you watch me shread bunny to bits!"
"Oh!" Parker shrugged at the statement, "Okay then!"
"I just threatened to kill you and you're still not going to give me my wallet back?" Eliot gasped at the thief's audacity.
"You're not really going to kill me," Parker stated in way too calm of a voice for the situation.
Part 2.
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Date: 2011-04-29 11:48 am (UTC)Filled
Date: 2011-07-09 01:13 am (UTC)“They’re geese!” Mal hollers back. Behind him, one of the birds hisses.
“Exactly!”
Mal’s not sure who’s worse, however – Jayne or Wash, who has spontaneously decided to take up juggling and eyes the cargo in a manner that makes Mal a mite uncomfortable, especially given Zoe’s slight smirk whenever she notices Mal noticing the juggling practice. “There’s all sorts of people in the ‘verse, sir,” she tells him. Isn’t that the truth.
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Date: 2011-04-29 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-29 11:52 am (UTC)Doctor Who, Eleven/Amy/Rory
Date: 2011-05-06 03:58 pm (UTC)“But it would be fun! And much better than wearing an itchy, uncomfortable suit for however long these things take…”
“I know you’ve got a perfectly good tux,” Amy said, “you wore it for our wedding.”
The Doctor looked petulant. “Well, all right then,” he muttered as he stalked off to the ‘men’s formal wear’ section of the wardrobe.
Amy and Rory, both wearing outfits found in the wardrobe, met him outside the TARDIS, which was parked outside the Abbey.
“What is that on your head?” Amy hissed.
“It’s a fez. Fezzes are cool.”
“You can’t wear a fez to the royal wedding!”
“Why not? Look at that woman, she's got an entire flock of birds affixed to her head. My fez is downright conservative next to that.”
Amy glared at him. “You should just be glad River isn’t here.” Then she glared at Rory, a look that plainly said, And why aren’t you helping?
“Maybe you should take it off,” he suggested. “The people behind you won’t be able to see anything.”
The Doctor snorted. “That’s a terrible reason…” he started to say, but then Amy grabbed the fez off his head.
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Date: 2011-04-29 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-29 11:54 am (UTC)(xover, fusion, cracky, serious, pairings or not. I've been dying all week to put up this prompt :)
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Date: 2011-04-29 11:58 am (UTC)Three times Steve woke Danny up early and one time Danny didn't mind
Date: 2011-05-01 01:38 pm (UTC)“Danny!”
“Danny!”
Danny pressed his face into his pillows and groaned. He knew what a reasonable level of morning looked like in his apartment, and this wasn't it.
He tripped out of his bedsheets, they had tangled around his legs during the night and sent him flailing into the counter. Danny scowled and struggled into yesterday's pants.
“Danny!” The banging continued and Danny stomped over to the door and threw it open.
“What could you possibly want at this time of the morning Steven? Really what could possibly be so important for you to come pounding on my door at” He glanced at his watch. “4:30 in the freaking morning!”
Steve grinned at him. He was dressed in hiking boots and his usual uniform of cargos.
“I told you I was going to show you the best place to see the sunrise on Oahu as soon as the weather was good. Come on, get dressed.”
Danny stared at him for a long moment, took a step back and then shut the door in his face.
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“Danny.”
There was a hand shaking his shoulder. Danny liked it a lot better when Steve was at least on the other side of a door.
“Danny!”
Danny groaned and opened his eyes, twisting the crick out of his neck. He was to old to be sleeping in cars.
“We've got movement.”
Danny blinked a few times, trying to clear the fuzz out of his eyes, it was still dark out, Danny said still because he could see the first faint glimpses of light in the sky.
“You've taken to stakeouts far to well. No one has the right to be cheerful at this time of the morning.”
Danny stretched as Steve started the car.
“Let's find out where this guy is going so that I can get some coffee.”
3.
“Danny!” A hand grabbed his shoulder.
Danny shot up out of bed.
“What!” He blinked furiously. “Steve? What he hell are you doing in my apartment?”
“You weren't answering your phone.” Steve seemed to find this a perfectly rational reason to be standing beside his bed at what his alarm clock informed him was 5 am.
“Yes Steven, people tend to do that at five o'clock in the morning especially when they only got into bed less than an hour before. As I'm sure you remember as you're the one who kept me out until four.” Danny let himself fall back against his pillow.
“Well you need to get up, we found McCall.”
Danny groaned.
“At least tell me you didn't kick my door down to get in.”
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“Danny.”
Danny groaned, he was having a really good dream.
“Danny.”
Danny grudgingly returned to consciousness, but his dream was obviously taking a while to fade because he could still feel phantom hands stroking his cock.
“Danny.” This was breathed into his ear and accompanied with an incredible twist of the hand on his dick.
Danny's eyes shot open. Steve was propped up next to him and had somehow managed to vanish Danny's boxers. His strong thin hand was curled around Danny's dick which was already leaking drops of fluid.
“Fuck.”
Steve grinned at him before nipping at his neck.
“See isn't this a nice way to start the morning.”
Danny didn't answer. He was to busy coming.
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Date: 2011-04-29 12:03 pm (UTC)Doctor Who, Any Doctor & companion/s, the wedding of Prince William and Catherine Middleton
Date: 2011-05-30 05:03 am (UTC)“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Rory asked for the second time as he stood in the doorway to the Tardis’ walk-in changing room.
“Of course it is, Rory,” The Doctor answered, distracted, “and all the other members of the Order of the British Empire will be there.”
“You?” Amy asked, looking up from where she was pinning her hair back at the small vanity. “You’re a knight?”
“Yes, well, sort of. No, definitely yes.”
“You will be?” Rory guessed.
The Doctor shook his head as he contemplated the closet. Turning away from it, he started rifling through a trunk.
“Victoria, lovely woman, beautiful coronation, Queen Victoria I,” he mused, pausing a moment before starting to toss random objects over his shoulder across the floor. “She did the honors before banishing me from England for enjoying a werewolf hunt, but the government hasn’t really tried to kick me out since, and they don’t even know this face yet, so it’ll be simple.”
“Simple,” Rory repeated in disbelief as some sort of jewelry rolled into his foot.
“Werewolf?” Amy asked.
“Lupine wavelength haemovariform,” The Doctor said and Rory thought it sounded like a concession.
“Right,” Amy stated. “Of course.”
She stood up and spun on her toes with her arms out. “How do I--?”
“Aha!” The Doctor climbed to his feet with a wiry contraption in his hands. “I knew I had one of these in here.”
“What is it?” Rory asked, pretty sure he wouldn’t like the answer or wouldn’t understand it.
The Doctor smiled and held the mess out to Amy. “La piece de resistance. It’s a hat.”
“And this will help us get in?” Rory asked.
“It does look alien,” Amy shrugged, taking it and turning back to the mirror.
“100% human made, this century even,” The Doctor grinned, “but a hat like this is almost as good as psychic paper for the royal family.”
“As long as I’m not wearing it,” Rory kicked off the door frame with a shrug.
“Oi,” Amy protested, but she was already engaged in trying to find the bottom of the hat.
Rory shook his head and headed out of the room. He really didn’t think it mattered if that thing was right-side up or not.
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Date: 2011-04-29 12:05 pm (UTC)Lazy day
Date: 2011-04-30 04:48 am (UTC)Lazy day
Deep breath in, sigh back out, the hammock swaying gently with the slight movements of his body. Early autumn sun warm on tanned skin. No better way to spend a lazy afternoon. Dean drifted in and out of sleep, lulled by the familiar sounds of the wind, the birds, and the traffic on the nearby road. The sudden gust that sent the hammock swinging was accompanied by the sound of wings. Dean smiled. “Hey, Cas.”
“Hello, Dean.”
“What brings you here?”
“Sam said you needed me. Where is he?”
Dean opened his eyes in surprise. “Sam prayed to you? About me?”
“Yes, but I don’t see that you are in any difficulty.” Castile tilted his head. “Unless that is a previously unknown creature that has you in its power.”
Dean chuckled. “No, it’s just a hammock, and Sammy isn’t here. He and Bobby left yesterday on a hunt. They’ll be back day after tomorrow.”
Castiel gave a slight frown. “I don’t understand. Sam clearly said that you shouldn’t be alone today, that you needed me.” He reached down and placed a hand on Dean’s forehead. “Are you ill?”
Dean brushed it off. “No, I’m fine.”
“Then why are you here and not on the hunt with Sam and Bobby?”
“It’s not that big a deal, all three of us didn’t need to go, and I felt like taking a couple of days off. Chill, Cas, you’re harshing my calm.” Dean stopped, blinked, and then gave a little chuff. “That sneaky Sasquatch, he did remember. That’s why he sent you. Well, since you’re here, you want to help me celebrate my re-birthday?”
“This is September, your birthday is in January.”
“I didn’t say birthday, Cas, I said re-birthday.” He gave the angel a smirk. “Three years ago today you gripped me tight and raised me from Perdition. I was re-born. I’ve not really had a chance to mark the occasion, but this year I thought I’d do a little something.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Lay here in the sun for a while, cook some burgers on the grill, have a couple of beers, and watch the Dr. Sexy marathon later. You got a better suggestion?”
Castiel disappeared. Dean blinked, then grabbed at the side of the hammock as the weight of an added body make it swing wildly. He turned his head and said, “Why didn’t you snap up your own hammock?”
“Where would be the fun in that?” Cas smirked.
Dean’s eyes traveled over the angel. Castiel had changed his clothes. He was now dressed in a manner to match Dean; cut-off jeans and nothing else. Dean smiled. All that bare skin, just waiting to be touched. He settled in close, his arm going around Cas’ waist. “You’re right, that wouldn’t be fun at all.”
Castiel shifted, threw a leg over Dean, and settled on top of him. His right hand slid up Dean’s left arm, slotting over the mark on his shoulder. He bent down and whispered, “Happy re-birthday” just before he sealed his mouth to Dean’s.
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Date: 2011-04-29 12:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-29 06:18 pm (UTC)"....Alien, alien, alien, fantastic in bed, alien, bit of a bastard, alien andfantastic in bed..." it goes on like that for a while.
Then Prince Charles and his wife appear and Jack goes silent, though he's got a smirk on his face that says he's got a shock waiting for them.
"The Queen..." Tosh breathes in delight.
"Alien!" says Jack, shocking everyone into turning and looking at him. "oh, don't look at me like that. It was six or seven generations back. The only indicator now is an unusually colored birthmark. It's bright blue."
"How do you know that?" asked Owen.
"Well she wasn't always married..." Jack grinned.
"Jack you didn't!" Gwen said with a disapproving face.
"No I didn't. I did have the pleasure of saving her while she was in the bath though. "
(the idea for this came from that comedy sketch where all the doctors get together for christmas, it's on youtube.)
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