Free for all

[tigriswolf]

Posting from my phone, so nothing fancy. Here, have a free for all! You hopefully all know the rules.

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[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Phoebe Halliwell/Cole Turner, "You’re a survivor, you always were."

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene, “We are celebrities and our fans ship us so let’s make them happy and pretend we are together, let’s call it an experiment”

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Actor RPF, Norman Reedus/Emily Kinney, “Please don’t say you love me.”

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, ”I just wanted to hear your voice.”

FILL

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

Louis was jarred out of sleep by the persistent buzzing of his phone. He scrambled for the device in the dark. A quick glance at the screen revealed it was nearing 3am, and Harry was calling him.

“The fuck?” He mumbled before answering. “Yeah?”

“Louis?”

“That’s who you called, isn’t it?”

“It’s Harry.”

“So my phone says.”

“Um…how are you?”

“Tired and still a little drunk from a night out with the lads.” Louis blinked as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. He was in his living room. On the floor. Oops.

“Sleeping it off, huh?”

“Harry, why are you calling me?” Louis sat up, and his back twinged. “Fuck!”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

“No, I was just…you know it’s three in the morning, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So…” Louis climbed on to the sofa. It was lot closer than his bed.

“Um.”

“Yeah, all right. I’m gonna hang up now.”

“Wait! Please don’t.”

“Harry, are you really bored or something? None of your family around to chat with?” Louis scrubbed his face with one hand and yawned.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Why?”

“I just…I just wanted to hear your voice.” Harry said, very quietly.

“That’s kind of a strange thing to say.”

Harry laughed nervously. “Is it?”

“Yeah. Besides, we talk all the time.”

“Not really since the tour break.”

“Well, that’s cos we’re on break. We’ll be back on the road soon, and you’ll get sick of my yammering real quick.” Louis sighed. He was awake now. No fighting it. He hefted himself off the couch and stumbled over toward the kitchen for some water.

“I won’t.” Harry said. “Actually, I was kind of hoping we could spend more time together when we get back.”

Louis took a long drink and padded back to the sofa. “We’ll be on tour. The band will be spending practically every minute together.”

“I meant…I meant just you and me.”

“Yeah, okay. If you want.” Louis said distractedly. He was either going to have to hang up soon or take a piss while on the phone.

“Louis, when we get back on tour, I..I would like it…if…well. I want to be more than friends.”

Louis couldn’t have heard that right. “What?”

“I said I want to be more than friends.”

“Are you punking me right now? What the fuck, Harry?”

“I’m being serious, Louis.”

Louis froze. For real?

There was silence for several beats.

“So I’m guessing that right now you’re either dreading the next time you see me, or, maybe, you’re looking forward to it?” Harry said at last.

“Harry…I can’t deal with this right now.” Louis didn’t know what else to say.

“I know. I’m sorry. That I blindsided you. Not that I told you.” Harry exhaled, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “I’ll let you get back to sleep. Good night, Louis.”

Louis slowly put the phone down.

Holy shit.



(Continued one prompt down.)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, ”I want to be more than friends.”

FILL

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

(Continued from one prompt up.)



“I want to be more than friends.”

After that middle-of-the-night confession from Harry, Louis spent the rest of the break trying not to think about what his bandmate had said.

Because if he let himself think about it, then he’d have to decide what he was going to do about it. Louis opted to take a page from the “if you ignore it, maybe it will go away” playbook.

That had worked reasonably well, but now the second leg of the tour was about to commence, and Louis wouldn’t be able to dodge Harry for very long.

Louis busied himself settling into his hotel room. Rehearsal was in a couple hours. Harry would be there, of course.

Louis was just going to have to let his bandmate down easy, that was all. Harry was young; he’d probably allowed all their teasing and roughhousing to confuse him a bit. He didn’t have any brothers; maybe he didn’t really know what it was like to just muck about with the fellas. Because he couldn’t have really meant what he’d said.

There was a knock on the door and Louis jumped. Five pounds it was Harry.

“Louis?”

“Right there.” Louis took a deep breath and opened the door.

Harry came in. He looked as nervous as Louis felt. But also determined.

“Hey.” Louis shut the door behind him.

Harry wasted no time. “Did you think about what I said?”

“I did.” Louis wiped his palms on his jeans. “Listen, Harry, I recently got out of a long-term relationship. I wouldn’t want to start a rebound kind of thing with anyone, you know?”

The way Harry was staring at him was making Louis jittery, so Louis started pacing.

“Besides, what if we gave it a go and then it didn’t work out? What would that mean for the band? We have to think about the bigger picture.”

“Those are good excuses.” Harry said.

“Yeah, they’re… Wait. They’re not excuses. They’re…Listen. You can’t just call a mate up in the middle of the night and tell him you fancy him. You can’t do that to me, Harry.”

“But I did. And I won’t take it back.”

Louis threw up his hands.

Before he could think of what to say next, Harry stepped toward him. Louis moved backwards, but Harry put his hand around the back of Louis’s neck and pressed their foreheads together.

“Say no.” Harry’s breath was hot against Louis’s skin. “Tell me no right now, and I’ll never bring it up again.”

Louis’s head spun. What should he say? What did he want to say?

“I…”

A small smile tugged at Harry’s lips. He squeezed Louis’s shoulder and stepped back.

“I’ll see you at rehearsal, then.” He opened the door, and his grin was almost cocky as he left.

Louis closed his eyes and exhaled. He’d blown it. He had the chance to shut things down, and he hadn’t.

What did that mean about his own feelings?

Louis didn’t know the answer to that yet, but he knew he had a lot of thinking to do.

It was going to be an interesting leg of the tour.

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Sailor Moon, team, cop show AU

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel/Dean Winchester, happy future fic - Cas spends most of his time in Dean's heaven, but he always comes should one of their descendants need him

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, team + any, in the future many things are named after them

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, fifth kiss

Fill: Getting There, G

[ereshai.livejournal.com]

Their first kiss was a surprise. So was the punch to the face that followed. (It'll be worse if Phil ever survives a suicide mission and then neglects to tell Clint. Again.)

Their second kiss was weird. Apparently, Natasha wasn't kidding when she told them to kiss and make up. Neither Clint or Phil wanted to be the one to tell her things don't actually work that way. (They're not sure why it helped. A little.)

Their third kiss was brief. They were still working their shit out, but Clint didn't want to leave with Phil thinking he could never forgive him - not when there was a chance he wouldn't come back.

Their fourth kiss was forgotten, at least by Clint. Pain medication tends to do that to him. Phil assured him he hadn't missed much.

Their fifth kiss is...perfect. They still have their issues but those issues aren't looming over everything like a specter of doom anymore. It's just Clint and just Phil, and it's going to be Clint-and-Phil, no matter what comes next.

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Long ago you might've lit up my heart / But the fire's dead, ain't never ever gonna start

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Dibs

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Shadowhunters ,Raphael/ Simon Lewis, you look good with my clothes on but better with them off

Fill

[prfctdaze.livejournal.com]

The meeting at Hardtail is going well, considering angry vampires are out in force to discuss a werewolf incident that happened in Manhattan two nights ago. Raphael gives Simon free reign to smooth things over since he reinstated his Vampire Ambassador to the Wolves status on a trial basis.

Things are positive, conversations are resulting in constructive dialogue, and cooler heads are prevailing. Simon feels like he's really accomplishing something. It's important he is successful; that he shows Raphael by restoring some of his earlier responsibilities he can be trusted again.

Then someone brings up the subject of Camille.

All eyes are suddenly on Simon, and they aren't very friendly. It's still a sore spot among the clan that Simon helped her escape.

"Look, I was trying to keep Valentine from getting the Mortal Cup to use it against everyone, including all Downworlders. Camille had information we needed -"

"Yeah, and it's a good thing you freed her and kept Valentine from getting the Cup. Oh, wait! He has the Cup. Mission not accomplished," Elliott sneers.

Unrest and murmurs grow louder and drown out Simon trying to plead his case.

"Enough!" Raphael shouts. "We are not here to discuss Camille. We are here to discuss the werewolves. And we did. So just relax. Have a drink. Enjoy yourselves. Stay or don't stay. Whatever you want. This meeting is adjourned."

Simon immediately finds himself being manhandled by Raphael and shuffled off into a dark corner booth.

"I thought it went...well?" Simon's voice rises into almost a squeak. "Until, you know, the whole Camille thing."

His shoulders are practically pinned to the seat as Raphael crowds in and stares at him intently.

"It did go well," Raphael says. "I'm actually surprised at your negotiation skills. You're a natural diplomat."

"Looks like middle school debate club finally pays off," Simon half-laughs.

The laughter gets stuck in his throat when Raphael leans in even closer. Simon has to turn his head to avoid accidentally kissing him.

"You were looking all United Nations in your suit. My suit. It's kind of a turn on." Raphael smoothes his fingers down the front of the jacket and leers.

Simon swallows anxiously. He can't help it. Raphael makes him nervous. The way he watches his every move; the almost possessive tone he takes when addressing him. It's intimidating and yet Simon feels exhilarated to be on the receiving end of Raphael's desire rather than his fury.

"You look good with my clothes on. But you look better with them off."

"Oh." Simon grins uneasily at the predatory flicker in Raphael's dark eyes.

"Oh? That's all you have for me? Usually I can't get you to shut up."

"Um..."

"Um is much better than oh." Raphael rolls his eyes but smiles.

Simon chuckles. "Sorry."

"For what?"

"For being awkward and...not very good at this. And never knowing the right thing to say. And not trusting you have our best interests at heart. You really care for us. You're a good leader and...What?"

The look in Raphael's eyes is so gentle and soft and open and vulnerable that it startles Simon.

"You," Raphael whispers.

"What about me?"

Raphael's answer gets lost in the sweetest of kisses; tender and yet full of passion and promise.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Harry potter rpf,Tom Felton / Matthew Lewis, how did you get so hot

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Dibs.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

1d rpf ,zayn Malik/ Harry styles, I am only happy when I am with you

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Benny/ samandirel, your my Prince my hero and my heart

Fill + Kevin Tran

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Kevin peered over Samandriel's shoulder and read his careful handwriting.

"'You're my prince, my hero, and my heart'. Ummm...is that for Benny?"

Samandriel nodded. "Yes."

"For Valentine's Day?"

"Of course."

"And that's what you want to put in a card for him?"

"I have studied much source material, and this seems most appropriate," Samandriel said.

Kevin looked at the stack of Sweet Valley novels next to Samandriel's elbow and wondered what other weird crap the Men of Letters had kept around that was not at all useful to the pursuit of the Supernatural.

"Right. Well, you know Benny's a guy, right?"

"As am I."

Ish. Angels had no inherent gender, just the gender they chose when they landed in a vessel. But that was another discussion for another time. "Well, that's not the kind of thing you'd write to a guy."

"But in the books -"

"You're not a teenage girl, Samandriel. You should write something more -"

"Sweet?"

"No! Benny's a vampire. So you should write something like - like -" Kevin had done great in AP Lit, but he was no poet and no romantic. Song lyrics were usually a winner, though. Ludo always had great songs. " 'I'm your servant, my immortal / pale and perfect, such unholy heaving / the statues close their eyes, the room is changing / break my skin and drain me."

"Benny becomes distressed when I offer to let him drink from me."

Whoa, TMI. "Well, how about...'Oh please, say to me / You'll let me be your man / And please, say to me / You'll let me hold your hand.'" There. Lyrics from a man's perspective. Better than from a girl's perspective. Benny would probably miss a Beatles reference.

"But Benny already lets me hold his hand."

Kevin sighed. "You know what? Write what you want. It's your Valentine's card."

He deeply, deeply regretted that sentiment when he came home one day and Benny was dressed like a Disney Prince and kissing Samandriel - who was dressed like a renaissance page boy - in the hallway outside the bedrooms.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Shadowhunters , jace wayland/ alec lightwood , so day off no mission today

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Babylon 5, Londo Mollari/G’Kar, (520): Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Princess Leia (comic)/Star Wars (movies), Evaan Verlaine/Leia Organa (+ Han Solo/Leia Organa), after Ben – and Han running off – Leia takes solace in Evaan

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Black Panther (comics), Hunter/T’Challa, “command me.”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU, Hal Jordan/any + Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne, (989): So you broke your ribs while fucking? Dude you just got about 25% hotter.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Superman: TAS, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, (248): I'm at 45 minutes post orgasm, and I still feel my insides spasming. Pretty sure I just fucked Superman.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/The Walking Dead, Buffy Summers /& Daryl Dixon,

Everybody's talking all this stuff about me
Why don't they just let me live?
I don't need permission, make my own decisions
That's my prerogative (they say I’m crazy)

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any,

Kinda lose your sense of time
'Cause the days don't matter no more
All the feelings that you hide
Gonna tear you up inside
You hope she knows you tried

Follows you around all day
And you wake up soaking wet
'Cause between this world and eternity
There is a face you hope to see

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Dibs!!

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Thoughtcrimes/Numb3rs/Stargate Atlantis, Freya McAllister/Charlie Eppes, the first time through the Stargate together.

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Charlie stood in the gate room, nerves jangling. He was finally going to go through the Stargate. To another planet. It was a momentous occasion. Life-changing. He should have been proud, excited, honored.

Mostly he was scared.

It didn’t help that when Teyla, Ronon, Brendan, and Amita arrived, they were all wearing tac vests and carrying weapons. Brendan, Ronon, and Teyla all had massive assault rifles clipped to their tac vests. Amita had a pistol strapped to her thigh which, was actually kinda sexy.

“You ready?” Brendan asked. He was smirking that smirk that had once ended up in Charlie climbing up on a table in the middle of the student union dining hall and reciting a sonnet. Charlie always ended up doing crazy things when Brendan was around.

“No,” Charlie said, and damned his mouth for moving faster than his very fast brain.

Brendan sighed and signaled at one of the Marines who was standing at attention in the gate room. “Corporal,” he said, “Dr. Eppes needs some tac gear before he can go through the gate.”

The way the Marine snapped to attention was still baffling to Charlie, who’d known Brendan as an easygoing flirt and a bit of a surfer bum (in addition to being a brilliant mathematician). But the Marine scurried away to a side room, and a moment later he returned with a tac gear, a thigh holster, and a pistol, which he foisted on Charlie. Charlie stared at the pile of gear in his hands in dismay. Amita sighed and put her data pad into a big pocket on her tac vest, then came over to help him get into his gear. It was a little humiliating, reminded Charlie of being a child again while his mother helped him navigate the physical puzzle that was coat buttons, but Amita’s hands were gentle, and Charlie could smell her hair, and -

“Shep, get over here and help me with the holster.”

And what had almost turned sexy and intimate became embarrassing all over again when Brendan came over and, with a patient air, strapped the thigh holster onto Charlie, holstered the pistol - which Charlie knew how to use very well, thanks - and then asked him several questions before adjusting it.

Brendan looked Charlie critically, nodded, and then called up to Ops, “Dial it up!”

Charlie had watched the gate come to life multiple times, been startled by the loud sound of the unstable vortex forming, but to see the chevrons light up and know that it’d be him getting broken down and shot across the galaxy and reconstituted on the other side was different. What if a piece was missing? What if he wasn’t the same person on the other side?

Amita leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. (He still couldn’t quite think of her as Freya, and everyone else still called her Amita, so -)

“It’ll be fine, Charlie,” she said. “You’ve faced down serial killers.”

“I know. I just -”

“Stay in formation, and the others will protect us. Now, where’s your data pad?”

Charlie was holding his datapad like it was his favorite teddy bear. Amita smiled and showed him which pocket to stow it in.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

Up top, Woolsey said, “First Atlantis Reconnaissance Team, you have a go. Check-in in four hours.”

“Yes, sir,” Brendan said, and he stepped into the wormhole. And vanished.

Teyla and Ronon followed. Amita started toward the gate with no hesitation, but Charlie’s feet wouldn’t move. Amita turned back to him, reached out, and grabbed his hand.

“Come on,” she said. “We’ll do it together.”

“But I -”

“You’ve trained for this for weeks.”

“It’s -”

“An uninhabited planet we’ve been to before. We’re just checking up on readings on one of Rodney’s experiments. It’ll be fine.”


“I -”

Amita leaned in and kissed him, and the entire world fell away. Until a Marine said, Ooooh, like they were in elementary school, and then Amita hurled herself into the event horizon, dragging Charlie with her.

He was cold. He was everywhere. He was nowhere. Down was up. Up was down. He was -

On an alien planet.

“This looks like Canada,” he said, disappointed, and Amita and Brendan burst out laughing.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no supernatural), any ot3, (316):
No way hahaha I have zero intention of adding him I wanna just join in on a three some but mostly just be there for moral support and snacks

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any, (774):
Who are these men, what are we doing here, how is this helping us toward our goals of sex and pasta? Things to consider.

Fill, Tony Stark+Pepper Potts, "Spaghetti and..."

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

They had planned on a dinner at a charming Italian restaurant that Tony proclaimed was 'straight out of Lady and the Tramp'. Instead, there was a problem for Pepper getting there (of course there was). Nothing unusual this time - no aliens, no gods, just a broken water main that shunted traffic all over the place in a sea of honking and cursing and finger thrusting and blinking lights.

She texted Tony: Traffic problems. Will be late.

How late?

Pepper looked out the (smoked glass) window at the sea of high-end cars, taxis, people standing around and arguing, and some cops trying to regain control of the traffic. "How long?" she asked Happy.

"Ahh," he said, meeting her eyes in the rear view and shrugging slightly.

There are men standing outside their cars and arguing. There is a glut of cars not moving. It will be a while. She added a photo of the scene for explanation.

Tony responded a few seconds later. Who are these men, why are you not here, how is this helping us toward our goals of sex and pasta? A second text followed almost immediately. Not sex and pasta. Pasta first, hopefully sex later. But still. Things to consider.

Pepper felt her mouth quirk. I am not there because burst water main, traffic rerouted, not enough policemen to reroute properly, people arguing, and not all of us have suits to fly us around everywhere. She thought for a second and added, No, do not come get me in the suit.

What if I promise to just pick you up and leave?

No Tony.

You take the fun out of spaghetti Pep. Just saying.

Keep the pasta warm. I'll be there as soon as I can. Pepper settled back in her seat, reaching for her tablet to check on work while she waited. Her phone pinged.

Tony texted, Tell Happy to take you home. I'll meet you there with take out and a movie.

Pepper texted an Okay while saying, "Happy, take me home." Pizza and a movie sounded like a better idea than a fancy Italian restaurant anyway. Comfy clothes definitely led to a happier Tony and a happier Tony meant better sex for Pepper.

And spaghetti, too. Win-win, all around.