Friday: Free For All

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Welcome to the weekend everybody! You've survived another week, and you know what that means? That's right, another Free For All!


Any fandom, pairing type, or prompts are good to go today. Just remember to follow the rules:

No more than 5 prompts in a row or 3 prompts per fandom. When someone has answered your prompt, you can prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original airing or publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.


And for the sake of our beloved code monkeys, please remember to format your prompts correctly. For example:

Author's choice, author's choice, beauty in the madness

Supernatural/Zombieland, Dean Winchester/Tallahassee, "that ain't the best zombie kill of the week..."


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Author's choice, author's choice, beauty in the madness

Zombieland, Columbus/Wichita, beauty in the madness

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A.N. I'm in ur prompts, writin' about zombies. Also, uh, this is a little dark.

Columbus watched as another explosion lit up the night. Tallahassee could be heard whooping and hollering in the distance. He could just make out the shape of Little Rock hurling a bottle at the building and then a brilliant burst of reds and oranges flared up.

"It's kind of pretty, isn't it?"

Wichita nodded, putting the gun she was cleaning down long enough to lean over and kiss him. A few feet away, the last of the men who had attempted to kidnap Wichita and Little Rock was trying to crawl away, despite being well tied up. Columbus sighed, swinging the double barrel at his hip up and pointing it at the man, who stopped moving only to start whimpering slightly through his broken jaw.

"When are they going to be done, do you think?" Columbus asked, letting the gun drop again.

Wichita glared at him.

"It's her birthday ok? Besides, we can't get rid of Bait," she nodded at the guy," until tomorrow anyway. So just, think of rule 32."

He wrapped an arm around her as she leaned into his shoulder, a burst of flame catching and spreading along the rooftop. It really was a nice night.

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Supernatural/Zombieland, Dean Winchester/Tallahassee, "that ain't the best zombie kill of the week..."

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Tallahassee was a hunter, that being a hunter of the supernatural and things that went bump in the night under your bed and would kill you sooner then look at you - before he settled some and started to raise Buck. He imagined that Buck would have been a hunter too, one day, if he would have had the chance. Yet he wouldn’t have raised Buck while hunting, that lesson had been learned, because there wasn’t a hunter alive who hadn’t heard of the Winchester brothers. Tallahassee should have expected this, of course they would have survived a zombie world ending event.

Tallahassee had parked for the night at a bar, had considered getting drunk. That was before he walked in and found himself pressed up against the wall, a sawed off shotgun under his jaw – Tallahassee’s wide eyes and choked off words were enough of a hint to his not being infected, he thought. He’d heard rumors that the Winchester boys (who’d certainly grown up some) were the sort to shot first and ask questions later, or – at least – one of them was.

“Dean, no – Dean, he’s human!” Sam yelped, (because if the one pinning up against the wall was Dean as it certainly sounded like, then the other had to be Sam, of course, the boys always traveled as a pair, it was how they’d survived, and how they’d been raised) and it was then that Tallahassee took in the time to see that Dean wasn’t in the best of conditions. He shook and blood was getting all over the place.

“Bitten?” Tallahassee grunted the question past the metal under his throat.

“No – hunter…?” Dean asked, tone sharp and not to be ignored. He had a one track mind, and his mind was on Tallahassee and protecting his baby brother, and Tallahassee knew enough not to ignore the question.

“Yes.” He gagged as the hard metal was taken away from his wind pipe and Dean staggered off him, nearly falling to the floor he’d bled out on, and he knew that the weight he’d felt, the hard edges and dangerous intent, had been Dean, all Dean – and he’d been pinned and thoroughly threatened by a man near half-dead. Tallahassee could admit to being a little bit impressed.

“Easy, Dean, it’s alright, we’re safe. It’s alright…come on, sit down.” Sam urged, moving Dean with his long limbs and taller body, manipulating his brother into sitting and staying and maybe (if he was lucky) healing up.

“What did this?” Tallahassee asked, because if it wasn’t a zombie, and Sam had gone into the thick of things with Dean – how had Dean ended up being the one on the shorter stick? But then, Dean was so obviously protective of Sam to the point of it being possession, but maybe that was because the younger hunter was so out of it. Sam seemed just as protective of his brother, and Tallahassee waited until Sam had gotten Dean sitting before expecting any sort of answer.

“Angel, sort of….” Dean muttered, and Sam glanced to Tallahassee to see what the elder made of that.

“No joke?” Tallahassee tried to wrap his mind around angels and demons and the Winchesters in the middle of a ruined world of zombie-making, and couldn’t quite manage it. He trusted them to know what they were talking about, though, and Dean laughed until he choked. Tallahassee liked him, and he realized this when a zombie lurched out of the shadows behind the bar, drawn in by the scent of Dean’s blood.

When the zombie went up in flames before Tallahassee could give warning, before he could even bring up his gun from the floor Dean had knocked it down to. A man appeared from no where, and he wore a long coat and a fierce expression, all Tallahassee could say was.

“That ain't the best zombie kill of the week..." Dean started to laugh again, and Tallahassee liked it more then he thought he should.

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Supernatural, Dean, 5 things Dean did while Sam was at Stanford

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After Sam left, Dean did too. At least for a little while. His Dad told him to go blow off some steam. So he did. Dean drove, and drove until he was tired and then he pulled over. First thing Dean does, Vegas.
He's never been, and well, he wants to see what it's all about. He's not sold, and barely spends seven hours there before he puts it in his rear view mirror.
Second thing he does, Zion National Park in Utah. They've driven past it a couple times on hunts, but he never got to actually enjoy it. So he does. Spends nearly three days there camping. Dean hasn't smiled this much in a long time.
Dean heads back east, and before he knows it he's turned himself around and is heading back out west.
He stops at Jerome in Arizona, amazed how a once thriving town could be reduced to this. For once he doesn't think as a hunter, but simply as someone with a curiosity in what was.
He heads through LA, and hits the Hollywood hills. and then continues to head back up the state.
Before he knows it, he's in Palo Alto too. And for once, he just lets himself blend in. The fifth thing Dean does while Sam's at Stanford, takes a college course. Okay, it's not at Stanford, and he doesn't finish the class. But atleast he can stay he's taken one.

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Leverage, Eliot & Hardison & Parker, "long-legged blonde in the pale moonlight, probably caused a friendly fight"

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DCU, Kon/Cissie/Tim, picnic

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SGA, author's choice, House got the CMO position instead of Keller.

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SGA, John/Rodney, Ancient translation device for feelings

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Glee, Puck & everyone, "I'm a stud, dude. I could wear a dress to school and people would think it's cool."

Vera Wang [1/2]

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The thing Puck hates about Finn (other than the fact that he gets to be quarterback of the football team and lead singer in Glee and Quinn Fabray’s boyfriend even after Puck knocked her up which should have been a sure-fire way to get her to date him) is that he’s a little mean when he’s drunk.

Drunk Finn isn’t angry, punch people mean, but he’s just mean enough to remind Puck that he once said, "I'm a stud, dude. I could wear a dress to school and people would think it's cool," and then bet Puck to prove it.

So Puck has to prove it, because he doesn’t back down from bets. Especially after the recent sting of having his badassness questioned by a gleek like Rachel freaking Berry.

It doesn’t work out as planned.

Puck doesn’t own a dress (obviously) and he’s between cougars at the moment, so he has to borrow one from his Mom’s closet. Puck’s Mom once told him, “A good Jewish woman never wears a dress that exposes her elbows, knees or collar bones,” and her dresses are evidence that she is a very good Jewish woman. Puck ends up in a hideous green dress that looks like something Morticia from the Addams family would have worn if she’d been a prude. It stretches tight over his shoulders and flows loose over his hips and stops halfway down his shins because Puck is 6’2”.

He gets a slushie thrown on him before first period.

Puck has never hidden in a bathroom stall in his life, but he’s heard that it’s what some of the gleeks used to do when their fragile network of underground gleek spies and sympathizers informed them that he’d just bought a slushie in the cafeteria, and desperate times call for desperate measures.

Unfortunately, he runs into Kurt, who is at the far sink fixing his hair, before he can make it all the way into a stall. Kurt makes the most horrified sound Puck has ever heard and says, “Sweet Jesus, that is the most unflattering dress I have ever seen.”

Puck wants to snap something like, “I bet you have tons of flattering dresses,” but he doesn’t feel he has the higher ground right now and considering the situation it sounds weirdly like a compliment.

Kurt eyes Puck up and down with pained eyes. Then he steels himself and says, “What’s your locker combination?”

Puck stares at him. “Why?”

“So I can get you your football uniform to change into and you don’t have to spend the rest of the day hiding in the bathroom covered in grape slushie,” Kurt replies slowly, like Puck should have worked this solution out for himself.

He totally should have, Puck thinks, ducking into a stall in case someone else comes into the bathroom. “12-34-28,” he offers, through the door, and Kurt dashes off.

Kurt’s back with the uniform a few minutes later and he tosses it over the top of the stall. Puck pulls it on gratefully and steps out. Kurt is still there, looking at him appraisingly. “I just have to know,” he says. “What possessed you to wear an incredibly ugly dress to a high school that sells slushies in the cafeteria for 99¢?”

“Look,” Puck says, embarrassed and depressed, “I told Finn I could wear a dress to school and people would think it's cool because I’m a stud and then he bet me to prove it and I had to do it, okay?”

Kurt puts a hand over his eyes. Puck has really had enough humiliation for the day, so he goes to shove past Kurt and get the hell out of school. Then he realizes that he’s left the dress in the stall, and that’s still his Mom’s dress and it’s not like this shit is her fault even though she should really have some nicer dresses.

He snatches the dress off the toilet and runs it under the sink, trying to get out the worst of the purple stains. Kurt is staring at him again and Puck mumbles, “It’s my Mom’s dress.”

Kurt’s eyes soften a little. He rummages through his messenger bag and comes up with an orange marker that says Tide To Go on the side. “Let me see the dress,” he says, holding out a hand.

Puck gives it to him and watches as the stains disappear when Kurt scribbles over them with the marker. “What the hell is that thing?” he asks, impressed.

“Stain remover pen,” Kurt says, rolling his eyes. “Please. You throw me in the dumpster every other day. How do you think I still manage to look fabulous?”

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NCIS, Tony/Tim, Everybody knows

NCIS, Tony/Tim, Everybody knows

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Ziva snickered, it didn't use to be so obvious. Well, of course she always knew; how could she not. With the way Tony would tease and McGee would blush. That happy little grin Tony would get when ever McGee did something impressive. Even when Tony was trying very hard not to smile.

Now. She laughed. Now, it was too obvious. A squeeze to Tim's shoulder as Tony walked by, bumping knees whenever the occasional campfire still happened. Grinning stupidly at each other when it did.

0o0

Her eyes watched them like a hawk when they came into her lab. Abby refused to miss a minute of their adorableness. Even if it was subtle, brief, barely there adorableness. She and Tim had been working on opening Lieutenant Cadman's computer files. Very hard work, but they'd finally did it.

Well, Tim had finally done it. And the way Tony rubbed Tim's head? Abby had to turn away and pinch her lips together.

o0o

Gibbs wondered if they were ever going to get a clue.

0o0

Tony smirked and flipped the emergency button to stop.

"Tony," Tim grumbled.

He turned that smirk on Tim, "what?"

"We don't have ti-" Tim didn't get to finish his sentence. Tony pinned him to the wall with a demanding kiss to his lips.

"We've got plenty of time," Tony whispered, kissing his jaw, down to lick Tim's neck. "Not like anyone knows."

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Glee, Puck & everyone/author's choice, Puck can't take it anymore and desperate times call for desperate measures

Puck & Kurt

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Kind of lame, but I've never written Glee and only recently started watching. Hope it isn't too terrible.



He couldn't take it anymore. It was going to drive him insane and if he went insane he was pretty sure people might die. Desperate times called for desperate measures and if he wasn't desperate....

"Kurt!" Puck shouted, rounding the hallway corner and grabbing Kurt by the collar of his shirt, dragging him into the boys bathroom on the other side of the hallway, ignoring Kurt's protests and the strange look the lingering people in the hallway were giving him.

"What? What!?" asked Kurt, his voice slightly strangled as Puck released him. He straightened his sweater and fixed his hair, huffing indignantly, staring at Puck through narrowed eyes.

"I need your help."

"With what?" Puck swallowed, glancing over his shoulder nervously to make sure there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom. Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, tapping a leather clad foot impatiently. "Well?"

.

"This is so wrong."

"You asked for help, I'm giving you help."

"But this is...embarrassing."

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to wear a dress to school, I'm just giving you what you want."

"I didn't know I would have to wear heels."

"If it's any consolation, you look great in red."

"Ah...thanks. I guess."

"You're welcome."

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Fringe/X-Files, author's choice, Unexpected help from old pros

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Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, modern!AU, road trip

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THIS. I would quite happily offer up my first born for this. ♥

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DCU, Tim Drake/M'gann M'orzz, chocos

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"I never used to like these." M'gann said as she put another Choco in her mouth. "I normally like natural foods, things that come from pure earth. But suddenly, I can't get enough of these wonderful little cookies. I know they're 95% processed chemicals, but this is my third box today."

"Whatever you want." Tim said as he leaned in to kiss M'gann on the cheek. "A lot of women have strange cravings when they're pregnant. I don't know what J'onn's reason was, though."

M'gann ran her hand over her swollen belly. "Maybe I'm having a boy, and this is a boy martian thing. Maybe he's the one craving chocos, not me." She eyed the chocolate cookie suspiciously before popping it in her mouth. "No, I think it's me."

"I still can't believe we're going to be parents in a month." Tim smiled. "I don't know much about martian birth, so you're sure there's nothing I need to do to help you?"

"I'm a shapeshifter, Tim. When our child is ready, it'll be a quick and mostly painless process. Until then, I just need you to be with me. And get me more chocos when I run out." She popped the last one in her mouth and looked at Tim pleadingly. "Like now?"

"I got a whole crate last time I went to the store." Tim grinned.

"Best husband ever." M'gann smiled. Her face then turned serious for a second. "I'm the first good White Martian in...well, ever. Do you think our child's going to be okay?"

"He's got us for parents, M'gann. We'll make sure he is." Tim wrapped his arms around M'gann, hoping to feel a kick. "Your genes don't make you the wonderful person you are. That's all you, and our kid will have both of us to make sure he turns out great."

"I love you, Tim."

"I love you too, M'gann."

"But I'll love you even more when I have a new box of Chocos."

"Gotcha." Tim grinned as he headed to the kitchen.

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DCU, Steph Brown/Cass Cain, one more night

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Leverage, Hardison/Parker/Eliot, too good to be true

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SGA/Eureka, John/Rodney, post-series, After the bomb thing in sixth grade Rodney was exiled to Eureka. This time he actually volunteered and he's taking John with him.

Home, Not So Sweet Home

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Rodney hates bureaucrats. He’d first decided that when he was in sixth grade and got sent to Eureka, but this latest atrocity took the cake.

Not only did they sadly misuse the Atlantians but they had thrown them out of Atlantis. Rodney really wished he didn’t have to stand for it but it was not to be. John’s shattered legs meant he couldn’t return to Atlantis even if Rodney managed to rangle the bureaucrats into doing his will. So Rodney was taking him home to Eureka instead.

He thinks John will be happy there. After all where would he feel more comfortable than in a town on the brink of destruction that is constantly being saved from destruction by scientists?

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DCU/Marvel, Tim/Jubilee, Set the Fire to the Third Bar

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Supernatural, Sam & John, "No More" from the Into The Woods soundtrack (http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/b/broadways10461/intothewoodsnomore338281.html)

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DCU, Tim Drake/Tam Fox, Freaky-rich-boy-cult-leader person

Comment fic: Kunckle Bump; Tim/Tam; PG-13

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Title: Knuckle Bump
Pairing: Tim/Tam
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really.
Author's Notes: This got too long and I'm not posting FOUR separate comments for it, sorry. Follow the link to the full version in my journal, please.

Knuckle Bump

Timothy Drake-Wayne-Draper, aka enemy of all evil assassin organizations everywhere, was still asleep when Tam woke up. She glanced across to the other side of the bed and watched intently to make sure he was still breathing. She was relived to see his chest rising and falling steadily, only half under the blankets.

She had been hiding out in one of the WE owned apartment buildings while Tim finished with the last few stages of their plans. The apartment was plush but small and only had one bedroom. When Tim had stumbled through her door last night looking dead on his feet, Tam hadn't had the heart to make him sleep on the couch... (http://aravistarkheena.livejournal.com/541814.html)



I love your icon, by the way!!! <3

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Moonlight/True Blood, Josef/Eric, business partners

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Josef is not one to pull upon old contacts, but when he is at his wits end with a particular troubling business venture, he calls the one other vampire he can always rely on for such things.

Eric arives three days after his phone call, looking like a God in leather, and Josef simply offers a small smile as he stands aside to allow the other vampire inside.

"This had better be worth the trip." Eric throws out over his shoulder as he walks over to Josef's fridge.

Josef shuts the door and walks over to where Eric is standing. "Unlike where you live, I offer real blood. Not that synthetic shit."

Eric smiles and pulls a packet out of the fridge. "So what is it that you need again?"

"I need a backer into the business deal. The investors are a little shaky. I need another person to sell it with me."

Eric smiles seductively, and in a blink is standing right in front of Josef. "And what do I get out of this?"

Josef tilts his head into Eric's hand, and looks up at him through blond lashes. "What are you willing to part with?"

Eric smiles, and leans down. He brushes his nose against Josef's neck and then bites down. Josef moans, and Eric pulls him up against him.

"I think this will work out famously."

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Supernatural, Dean & Sam, I cut all my ties to you but that one.

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Dean watched as Sam crawled into the other man's truck. He watched as the drove off, willing himself not to chase after his brother, pull him into his arms and say sorry. They needed this. They needed the time apart, and better yet, they needed the time to reconnect with themselves. For so long they'd been Dean and Sam, rebels on a mission. But now, it just needed to be Dean. Just needed to be Sam. No more the dynamic duo.
But that didn't stop Dean from missing his little brother. He'd cut all ties to his brother, almost going as far as changing his number. But that was the one tie he couldn't cut with his brother. Just in case, it was still his number one mission. 'Look out for Sammy.' Dean wouldn't just abandon Sam like that. Even if they were not on speaking terms, and didn't really know each other all that well right now, they were still brothers.
And that was one thing Dean never wanted to change, no matter the words that past between them.

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RPS, Hugh Jackman/Taylor Kitsch, white picket fence

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When he had met Hugh back then at the set he would have never pictured this. It had started as a fling, something meaningless and fun to pass the time.
Now he has a house with a white picket fence, Hugh and is practically stepfather of Hugh's two kids.
There's no way he or anyone else could have predicted that when they met on set back then.




PS: I've written RPS. That's it. I'm going to special hell.

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DCU, Tim/Cassie, Unwelcome 3rd party interruption (http://www.comicartfans.com/GalleryPiece.asp?Piece=441985&GSub=1419)

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Push, Nick/Cassie, "You smell like death."

Rated PG, Push, Nick/Cassie, "You smell like death."

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"I'm not kissing you, you smell like death."

Cassie cocked her head to the side, then raised her arm and took a big sniff of her armpit. "Ok, I stink, but it's not that bad. Come on, I haven't seen you all day!"

Nick shook his head and took a step back. "I'll kiss you after you've had a shower, how about that?" As he spoke, he Moved the bathroom door open and turned the shower on for her. "There, it's all set for you."

"Fine... Want to join me?"

Nick grinned and began to take off his shirt.

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Eastwick, Darryl Van Horne, the past

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The past was something Darryl Van Horne did not look back upon lightly. As a matter of fact, he moved to Eastwick to get away from that past he knew would haunt him. So, when he realized that the towns people were getting mighty curious, he did all he could to put them at ease. A new brewery, the returning of jobs to those laid off. He did what he could for the towns people of Eastwick. Even those that spoke out against him. Yes, he was an eccentric man, but he held his cards close to his chest. And that's the way it was going to remain.