Friday: Free For All

[havenward.livejournal.com]

And here we are, the weekend once more! Which brings us round to one of our favorite days, of course - the Free For All. Which means all fandoms, pairings, and prompts are good to go.


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Zombieland, Tallahassee/Columbus, "if y'ain't more careful, I'll show you what 55% power's like"

White Collar/Leverage, Neal/Peter/Nate, things just got complicated

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[havenward.livejournal.com]

Zombieland, Tallahassee/Columbus, "if y'ain't more careful, I'll show you what 55% power's like"

[stargazer-abeo.livejournal.com]

Columbus writhes and whimpers underneath him, begging and eyes full of need. Tallahassee can not – does not – resist thrusting into that lithe body and its tight heat. Yet he’s careful, always so careful, of not hurting Columbus. There are no doctors or waiting room hospitals in Zombieland, and if Columbus got hurt, got an infection, died, because of what he was doing with Tallahassee, he knows he will die.

Columbus whimpers. “More please, more, harder, faster – I want you to fuck me.”

Tallahassee shudders and stills above him, and Columbus mewls and arches.

"If y'ain't more careful, I'll show you what 55% power's like…" He hisses, and Columbus’s eyes are hungry, and Tallahassee can’t resist giving Columbus just what he wants. It’s worth it to have Columbus trembling and clinging to him in the afterglow.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

White Collar/Leverage, Neal/Peter/Nate, things just got complicated

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, Dean convinces Castiel to pretend they are strangers so Dean can pick Cas up in a bar for fake one-night stand

[devils-almond.livejournal.com]

“Now, remember, you do not know me.” Castiel nods slowly, though he truly does not understand. “Now, just sit at the bar, order a drink, and relax. You have the night to yourself and you’re looking for some company, okay?”

“Okay”, Cas answers shyly.

“Alright,” Dean claps his hands and wanders off. Cas sits himself at the bar, waiting impatiently, running through the rules in his head again. When the bartender approaches him, he nearly jumps out of his seat.

Nervously, he sucks on his mead, watching others watching him. Finally a familiar voice is in his ear. “Did it hurt?”

Cas spins around. “Did what hurt, Dean?” Dean glares at him, the words 'what did just tell you?' flooding his head. Cas clears his throat and repeats, shyly, but syrupy, “Did what hurt?”

Dean smiles coyly. “When you fell from heaven.” A small laugh rises up Cas’ throat. He smiles at Dean’s face.

Dean offers him a hand. “I’m Alex,” he says. Castiel takes his hand, grateful for at least some familiar and uncomplicated contact.

“Brian,” he replies. A look of shock crosses Dean’s face. The first man he slept with.

But he recovers quickly. “Can I buy you a drink, Brian?” Cas remembers this rule.

“How about you and I skip the drinks, hmm?” Dean’s eyes widen and for a moment his confident façade falls, the specks of lust and wildness peeping through. “What ever you say, Cas.”

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tony&Gibbs, shopping

[heartlessfallen.livejournal.com]

"I need to go shopping."

Gibbs glanced at Tony where the other man was sprawled on the other side of the bed, arms curled under his head, the covers pulled up to his waist, leaving his chest bare.

"Why?"

"You did see what happened to my suit today, right?" he asked, somewhat disbelievingly. "That's the third one this month! Plus the two from last month! My wardrobe is slowly diminishing before my eyes," he cried mournfully, an arm flopping over his eyes in despair.

"It's just a suit."

"Just a suit! JUST a suit!?!?!?" Tony exclaimed, rising up onto his elbows to stare at Gibbs. Gibbs raised an eyebrow. Tony groaned, and flopped back onto the bed.

"Never mind. It's you." He opened one eye and studied Gibbs critically. "You're coming with me tomorrow."

"Shopping." Gibbs dared Tony to confirm that.

Tony grinned, unabashed. "Yup. Shopping. You already look good in anything, so I wanna see what you look like in a really nice suit. You need one anyway. I've seen your wardrobe. It needs work."

"Oh really, DiNozzo? Maybe you need some more work, to keep you from making pointless shopping trips."

"I'll make it worth your while," Tony grinned, stretching out against the sheets.

"Huh. I suppose I can work with that."

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison & Eliot, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Pinkie?" / "What the hell are you talking about?"

Total crack.

[danse-amore.livejournal.com]

(I don't even know where this came from.)

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Pinkie?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Eliot tossed his head. "Are you calling me a communist, because you're like fifty years too late - "

"It's a TV show - No, I'm not calling you a communist, Eliot, it means - like, you're Pinkie and I'm the Brain, and we take over the world?"

Eliot stared at him. "I don't have a TV."

"You don't - dude. And are you saying you were a communist in the fifties? 'Cause that's impossible, I mean, how old are you?"

"Twenty-six, and yes, that's what I'm saying."

Hardison looked at him for a long moment. "Okay, unless you have a time machine, which considering you don't have a TV is totally unlikely - "

Eliot raised an eyebrow.

"You're kidding me." Hardison threw up his hands. "You are fucking with me right now. You think that 'cause I watch Doctor Who and and the Twilight Zone you can just pull one over on me - "

"Hardison." Eliot said, using his voice that said shut the fuck up and stop pointing a gun at me. "I ain't messing with you."

Hardison crossed his arms. "Prove it."

Eliot sighed, and stepped out from the corner where they were hiding. He clotheslined one guy, broke the second guy's ribs. Hardison was already moving past him, ducking through the door with his phone in his hand when he heard Eliot growl, "After we're done."

After they were done, Hardison followed Eliot our of the Leverage Headquarters. "I swear to God, Eliot, if this is some elaborate joke - "

"If you don't shut up right now I'm not going to show you and cause a paradox that'll blow up half the world or something."

"Probably half of space-time - wait, who told you that?"

Eliot shrugged, turning into an alley. "Guy that I stole the time machine from."

"You stole - dude."

"What? He knew I would."

"How?"

Eliot turned, walking backwards. "I'm tellin' him right now."

Hardison stopped dead. "Oh." He said. "Oh."

Eliot reached something half clothed in shadow, and dug a key out of his pocket. Hardison stared. It was square, and blue, and - yep - right across the top. POLICE BOX.

He grinned. "I'm awesome."

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

Lie to Me/SPN, Cal and Dean/Castiel, Cal meets two strange FBI agents and while one is easy as anything to read, he can't figure out the dark-haired one at all and is freaked out

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot (/Author's choice), surrender

[scout-lover.livejournal.com]

Not sure this was what you were looking for, but it’s what came out.
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He didn’t have the vaguest fuckin’ clue when it had happened. Or how. Or why he had let it happen. Because he knew better, right?

Right?!

Apparently not.

Because these people … these people … they were all fuckin’ crazy in their own severely messed-up ways–

And he had just let them in. Let them into his life, into his thoughts, hell, into whatever passed these days for his heart–

Well, hell, who would have known that he was crazy, too? Because that would have to be the only reason he was still here, still with them … and still with no plans to be anywhere else.

And still … fuckin’ hell … okay with that.

Crazy, right? Maybe even like Parker-level crazy.

Damn.

Because he did not do the caring thing. He did not do the family thing. Hell, he had a sister – real, honest-to-God kin – that he saw maybe once in a blue moon. It was just safer for her and her kid not to have him in their lives. And, okay, safer for him.

Because, y’know, family was a liability, a vulnerability, a weakness to be exploited. And Eliot fuckin’ Spencer did not do weakness. Or vulnerability. It was dangerous.

And, y’know, messy.

Like worryin’ about Nate when he’d been happily drinking himself to death. And then feeling … Jesus … happy when the man had stopped. Because then he wouldn’t have to watch – fuckin’ hell – a friend die. And how fucked was that?

Since when did he have friends?!

Well, clearly since he’d started hurting for Sophie and all the shit she’d been going through. And then feeling like part of his world had been ripped away when she’d left.

Yeah, the grifter who’d betrayed them all that one time? Had gotten them busted by Sterling and forced them all to split? That grifter?

Except that Sophie wasn’t that grifter anymore … and he couldn’t help thinking about her. Worrying about her. Wondering if – and, God, somebody please kill him now – if she’d ever come back and, Jesus fuckin’ Christ, make the family whole again.

Because, seriously, Parker and Hardison needed her. Parker especially. The girl flat out needed Sophie, wasn’t quite right – even for Parker – without her, and seeing that pale, pinched face and those lost, haunted eyes–

Hurt him. In ways he hadn’t even known were possible anymore. Hell, who knew he could feel, much less hurt?

But he did. Hurt. And feel. And care.

Had cared about Hardison when the damn fool kid had gotten so badly over his head in the Carity job that, against his own better judgment, and to his own surprise, he’d made a liar of himself and helped the idiot out of his jam. Hell, he’d given up court-side seats to do it!

Like, y’know, Hardison mattered to him or something.

Like any of them did.

Like … they all did. Mattered more than he could say, more than he cared to admit. More than he ever would admit, even under pain of torture.

Which, shit, was pretty much what they all were, right? Torture of a kind even he had never experienced on a daily basis? Crazy as loons, all of them, broken in ways not all the superglue in the world could fix and just plain hell on his nerves–

And his, every one of them. Just like he was theirs.

Because, fuck yeah, he was crazy, too, bent and twisted and broken, and still so much theirs that sometimes that hurt, too.

He didn’t have the vaguest fuckin’ clue when it had happened. Or how. Or why he had let it happen.

But he had, and it was too late for second thoughts now. All he could do was just … go with it.

He was Eliot fuckin’ Spencer … and even he knew when it was time to surrender.

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Nate, living together

[daria234.livejournal.com]

White Collar/Psych, Peter/Neal & Shawn/Lassiter, similar boyfriends

two of a kind - PG, gennish

[tigriswolf]

"Peter seems like a lot of fun," Shawn says to Neal, while handing over some of Neal's money for their pineapple smoothies.

Neal grins, snatching some cash from Shawn's pocket to replace the funds. "About as much fun as your guard-dog over there, Shawnie."

Peter kept his eyes on Shawn and Neal; Lassiter's gaze rotated between all entrances and exits.

And Gus just sighed, knowing that no matter how careful the good lawmen were, Neal and Shawn would wreak some havoc and he--like always--would have to clean up the mess.

He really hated it when any buddy from Shawn's travels showed up.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Manwitch, author's choice

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Ellen, heated argument

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate & Eliot "That's Maggie's pretty yar - how'd you ever land a woman like that?"

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam & Dean (or Sam/Dean), a tale from season 1 or 2

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Dark Angel, Alec, Max told him to leave Seattle, so he did - but where did he go and what did he think about?

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot & Team, Eliot (sick with a nasty winter cold) is stuck on Nate's couch.

[smilesoftnsweet.livejournal.com]

SPN/The Vampire Diaries, Sam/Damon, author's choice

sam/damon. hot-blooded. T.

[letoist.livejournal.com]

I'm hooked on this pairing now. XD I've posted it here (http://community.livejournal.com/ohthehorrors/2671.html) at my fic journal. :D

[beth-soprano.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Meg/Will, once upon a time

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Wash/Zoe, sunrise

[mokusan.livejournal.com]

SPN/Psych, Dean & Sam & Cas and Shawn & Gus, the Psych team runs into three feds on a case; Shawn may have met his match in Castiel

[beth-soprano.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Jenny, looking for wisdom in all the wrong places

[allfireburns.livejournal.com]

It's been a year since Jenny left Messaline, and she still hasn't found her dad. What she has found is a time traveller, and he might bring her one step closer to finding the Doctor.

She doesn't catch the man's name, when he tells her. He buys her drinks she eyes dubiously, and rambles like he doesn't care if she's listening, just as long as there's someone to talk at, but when she tells him she's been looking for someone, he actually looks at her, and his expression softens. "Of course you are. Seems to be going around, these days..."

[beth-soprano.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur/Gwen, for me it's a glance and the smile on your face

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Ashley/Henry, the tale of Eurydice & Orpheus

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU/CSI(LV), Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon, CSI team, solving a murder.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick/Babs/Dinah, getting married

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean, Sam, a life less ordinary