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Friday Free For All

Good morning everyone! And welcome to Friday.

And because it's Friday, today is Free For All Day. Any Prompt, Any Fandom, Any pairing/grouping.

This is the place to prompt those ideas that didn't fit into any of this weeks themes. Have Fun!

Please remember to prompt properly so our Code Monkeys can do their job.


Supernatural, Sam/Dean, trombone
Supernatural/Leverage, Dean/Eliot/Sam, caught red handed

Please play nice and space out your prompts so that everyone gets to play. Write a few too, while your at it. Invite your friends! You can write your own or anyone elses prompt. No limits on what you can write but your own imagination!

Have Fun and Happy Friday!


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Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:34 pm (UTC)
Dollhouse, Topher/Victor, accent
Apr. 3rd, 2009 02:19 pm (UTC)
Dollhouse, Topher/Victor, accent
OK, so not really all that shippy, and this is my first attempt at writing Topher, but I hope you like it anyway. :)


Topher likes planning out accents.

He starts off with the basic template -- Italian, German, whatever. Then he elaborates, adding in small linguistic quirks, making each accent as distinct as possible. By the time he's done, a linguist could pinpoint exactly which town the accent is from, like Henry Higgens. Only they'd be wrong.

Topher knows that no one's going to notice or care about the difference between a French-Paris accent and a French-Lyon accent, or whatever. But he likes the idea that, if someone could, they'd appreciate it.

The one he gave Victor, with his Lubov imprint, is a good one. Russian, but he's lived in America for a while (blending accents is tricky but fun -- once he managed to get an accent of someone born in England, raised in Alabama, and living in Switzerland, just for the hell of it). Maybe it's not his best work, but it fits Lubov.

And then, as soon as the Lubov imprint is removed, Victor's speaks in his American accent again, and Topher smiles to himself.

It's the little things that make him love his job.
Re: Dollhouse, Topher/Victor, accent - toestastegood - Apr. 3rd, 2009 03:59 pm (UTC) - Expand
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Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:36 pm (UTC)
Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, alleyway
Apr. 3rd, 2009 03:59 pm (UTC)
Pushing the right buttons, Eliot/Hardison
Here, have some almost porn... *grin*

Eliot knew he was pushing Hardison's buttons, touches lingering a bit too long. Dropping comments that sounded perfectly innocent but reeked of innuendo. Looks gliding over the computer whiz just as he knew he was watched. Standing a bit too close in the elevator. He was waiting for the break. He didn't expect it to be during a job with Nate explaining something in his ear, Sophie arguing and Parker taking alternate sides. And Hardison was pushing him up against the wall of the alleyway they where hiding in, knee between his legs grinding up and hot lips on his own forcefully claiming his mouth, hands roaming under his t-shirt.

Of course he could have had the geek on the ground in two seconds flat but really Eliot could not see any reason to. He smiled against Hardison's lips and let his own hands start roaming as well.

It was fast, dirty and silent. After the few breaths of after glow they allowed themselves Hardison looked at him and mouthed "Later" before adjusting his clothing and getting back into role.

Late that night Eliot lay in his lonely bed and wondered when later was. There hadn't been time after the job, his part had run late and by the time he was sure all the loose ends was tied off neatly Hardison had been asleep in his room. So he went to his own. Tried to relax. Failed. Tried to sleep. Failed at that too. Sighing deeply he got up and opened the door, thinking he was going to get a glass of warm milk from the kitchen. Outside in the hallway a shadow leaned against the wall, Eliot tensed before recognizing Hardison's lanky frame.

"So, this is later?" It was all he could say before the tall man advanced on him, instinct made him step back and before he knew it he felt the edge of the bed behind his knees. He stopped and Hardison stepped up close enough that he could feel his breath on his face.

"No more playing. Tell me you want this and I'll stay - tell me to leave and I will and we will never talk about this again." Eliot swallowed hard at the low rumbling of Hardison's voice before nodding.

"Yeah, I want this..." Apparently that thin body held surprising strength because before the words was even out of his mouth he was pinned face down on the bed.

"You are not going to regret this." Hardison growled into his ear and Eliot was already agreeing fully.
Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:37 pm (UTC)
Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, predator
Apr. 3rd, 2009 04:12 pm (UTC)
Merlin's ... grinning. He's not supposed to be grinning. He's pinned to the wall, wrists trapped over his head, Arthur looming over him, and Arthur didn't expect him to swoon in fear, quite, but less of the grinning would be appreciated.

"Merlin," Arthur says softly, dangerously, and Merlin laughs out loud, eyes shining, wrists relaxed in Arthur's grip, and then he tilts his head and tips up his mouth and. And. Arthur nearly falls over.

"Mm," Merlin says, and kisses him again. He tastes of wine and sugar and something else, unnameable, and he kisses absurdly slowly, luxuriating, and Arthur, well, he trips or something, he's had a lot of wine and his knees might have given a little bit but he promises that he will genuinely actually kill Merlin if he ever utters the word swoon again. Merlin nods solemnly, eyes still gleaming disquietingly, and Arthur decides that discretion is the better part of valour and shuts him up with another kiss.
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Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:39 pm (UTC)
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, Sam-slash-Dean

(in response to last night's ep - 4x18)

Edited at 2009-04-03 01:40 pm (UTC)
Apr. 4th, 2009 12:06 am (UTC)
More Than Alright, SPN, Sam/Dean, Sam-slash-Dean HERE BE SPOILERY STUFF :P
The story won't fit here so here is a snippet. The rest can be found here

It was sick. Sick like, check yourself into the nut house kind of sick. Sick like, bring his father out of his grave sick. Sick like … Dean shook his head, letting the hot water wash over him. It didn’t help. It was sick, just like Dean. It’d started when Sam was sixteen, the desire to press his fingers into those hips, to bite the soft flesh of his neck, to lick ever bit of skin and push into that young body.

He’d learned to keep his distance. If Sam or Dad had ever figured out what he was thinking and feeling back then they’d never said anything. It’d passed in a way, the intensity of it had disappeared and it’d just become a part of him, shut back and repressed along with all the other things he’d always wanted and never got to have.

At least, it had until he’d come back from Hell. The first time he saw his brother, in that ratty motel room with Ruby half dressed, he’d wanted to press him into the wall. That question, that… are you together had been the only thing to stop him because it brought him back to who he was and where they were, and hello! That’s your brother you want to nail into the wall.
Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:40 pm (UTC)
Twilight RPS, Robert/Kristen, first day
Apr. 3rd, 2009 02:01 pm (UTC)
Just Perfect
Does not RPS stand for Real People Slash?

Just Perfect

OBS! Not betad, spellchecked (doing it at work and English is my second language)
A/N: This probably not fit with how it went, but this is fiction LOL

Kirsten was curious, as everyone else. There was not much anyone know about the guy that would play Edward. They did know that he got the part in competition of thousand hopefull guys and he come from England.

She looked around and could tell that most of the crew was there. Proabably as curious as her to meet him. It would be his first day.

He seemed late and a lot of the people seemed restless or like they was in the way. Then at one end Kirsten could hear how the whispered started. She saw some pointing and she turned to look at the same direction.

First she saw the ruffled hair and he looked tall. She moved to see better and it felt suddenly like he stood in front of her. He smiled with the most perfect lips.

"It's you that is Kirsten and play Bella, aren't you?"

Kirsten heart jumped some heartbeat. He had that luring voice she imagine Edward would have and she was lost.


/Sorry no slash as I went on the paring.

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Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:42 pm (UTC)
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, trombone
May. 22nd, 2009 08:45 pm (UTC)
That night was little Sammy's first hunt with the grown-ups; he'd heard the stories Dean and his father brought back from the front lines, helped with the research back at whichever motel they happened to be staying at that week and even learned a little bit of first aid to help mend the wounds they received while out on their hunts. He was ready-- or so he thought, before seeing the ghost up close and personal.

They were standing in the cafeteria when the ticked-as-all-hell spirit came out of no where. Dean was busy holding the damn thing off when he noticed Sam making a break for it. He inched away from the thing and then jutted down the hallway. “Damn it, Sammy.”

The kid wasn't ready, only seven-years-old and still so young.

After Dean dispatched the spirit and sent it into the light or whatever they went when they finally gave up, he went to go find his little brother. Following a noisy clatter, he headed down one of the hallways to the music room. He pushed the door open slowly, and found his little brother sitting there amidst a pile of fallen musical instruments.

“I tripped over the trombone.” Sammy explained as Dean shone the flashlight in his face. He shifted some of the drums off of himself, looking ashamed and guilty. “It was dark.”

Dean sighed and knelt down to check Sam out. His ankle was swelling up pretty badly, but it wasn't anything some ice wouldn't fix. He helped Sam to his feet, muttering under his breath about how their father shouldn't have sent the kid out at such a young age. Why couldn't he just accept that they were just kids and not trained soldiers?

“I'm sorry, Dean.” Sam's apology hung in the air. “Are you gonna tell Dad I messed up the hunt?”

“Aw, you didn't mess it up, Sammy. I still killed the thing.”

“But I ran away. I got scared.”

“It was your first time. You'll learn.” He shrugged. Then Dean noticed Sam was still limping pretty badly, so he gestured for his little brother to climb on his back. “Want a piggyback ride back out to the car?”

Sam nodded, enthusiastically. “So you really got the ghost?”

“Yep.” Dean told him as they left the music room and began to walk out of the school. “Knocked her right back into the afterlife. Bye-bye, evil ghost bitch who was trying to pick on my little brother. See, that's where she went wrong. No one messes with my Sammy.”

Sam smiled, hold onto Dean's neck tight. “Do you think someday I'll be as good a hunter as you?”

“Stick with me, kid; I'll teach you everything I know.”
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Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:43 pm (UTC)
Supernatural/Leverage, Dean/Eliot/Sam, caught red handed
Apr. 3rd, 2009 03:11 pm (UTC)
Sam hadn't thought Dean would be back for hours, so when he brought Eliot to their room, he decided to go slow. Eliot didn't really have a problem with this. He let Sam spread him out on the bed and lick over every inch of his skin, leaving marks all over. He could see bruises and scars, some old, some new, but he ignored them. Sam wasn't stupid. He knew a fellow wanted man when he saw them.

Eliot kept murmuring encouragement to Sam as he sucked Eliot's dick, hair in his eyes, so fucking turned on he could barely think. He hadn't picked up a guy in a bar since his college days and he forgot how much fun it could be.

Then the door opened and Eliot was trying to scramble away and Sam just looked over his shoulder and glared. "Christ, Dean, can't you knock?"

Dean wasn't looking at him though. His eyes were on Eliot, surprised and amused.

"Wow, Spencer. Keeping it in the family then?"

Eliot laughed. "Oh fuck you. What're you two, brothers?"

"Yeah," Sam said slowly. "You two know each other?"

Dean grinned. Eliot did too. In unison they said, "Yeah. Taught him everything he knows."

And then they were laughing and Sam felt so fucking awkward, kneeling on the bed naked with Eliot's still-hard cock right in front of his face. He cleared his throat.

"Um. Can you...leave, Dean? We were kinda busy."

Dean blinked, then went red. "Oh, right. Uh."

Eliot scoffed and grabbed Dean by the collar, pulling him into a hard, violent kiss. Dean went with it, groaning softly.

Sam let out a whine. "The fuck. Dean, c'mon!"

Eliot reached down and fisted Sam's hair, tugging him towards his dick while he kept kissing Dean. Sam shrugged and decided to go with it.

They ended up sharing Eliot, which Eliot obviously didn't have a problem with. They took turns fucking him, and at one point, they had Eliot between them, both inside him. It was the closest Sam had ever been to coming so hard he cried.

Eliot was gone the next morning, but he left them a note with a number written on it, and Dean tucked it away with a grin.

"You're going to have to tell me how you two met sometime," Sam said, stretching out on the bed. He should shower, but he still felt too good to move.

"Maybe," Dean said. He ruffled Sam's hair. "When you're older."
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Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:46 pm (UTC)
LOTRPS, Orlando/Elijah, weekend off
Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:48 pm (UTC)
SPN, Sam/Dean, Nervous
Apr. 13th, 2009 12:18 am (UTC)
Dean was nervous. Too much time had passed. Sammy had moved on, made a life for himself, had had a steady girl and lost her, got drug back into the job...

...all because of Dean. Their dynamic was off, not the hunt, not the job. That was like riding a bicycle. But the nightmares, the dreams, the chasm that had begun to form when Sam left had only gotten wider.

Watching his brother's breath accelerate, his head moving back and forth on the pillow, his face screwed up in pain.

Dean was nervous.

Would Sam accept his comfort? Would he allow Dean to hold him and take some of the pain away? Would Dean be able to protect his brother's core of innocence?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Dean stared at his brother's tormented countenance. Hesitantly, he brushed Sam's bangs away from his face. Sam settled, just as he had when was a child.

Dean held his breath.

And like the child he had been, Sam rolled onto his side. Dean settled behind him, pulling Sam into his arms. Pressing his mouth against Sam's hair, taking care of Sammy just as he always would.

"Dean." Sam breathed sleepily and relaxed.

Dean just held him tighter and relaxed as well.
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Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:49 pm (UTC)
Numb3rs, Charlie/Colby, sleepy
Apr. 3rd, 2009 04:34 pm (UTC)
Lazy Sunday Mornings
Lazy Sunday mornings top Colby's list of favourite things in the world. They're right up there with cold beer on a hot summer afternoon and the feeling of absolute peace and perfect concentration he gets on the gun range when the world gets blocked out by heavy ear protection and narrows down to the barrel of his gun, the target.

Lazy Sunday mornings mean waking up first, because he always does, and watching Charlie sleep like the dead octopus he tries to imitate. He'll nudge Charlie until his lover rolls onto his side and he'll spoon up against his back, morning erection pressed against Charlie's ass.

Charlie will rock back in his sleep because he always does and Colby will wrap a hand around Charlie's waist, hand splayed low on his abdomen, press Charlie back a little more.

Sunday mornings, mean the low sleepy sound Charlie makes when he wakes up, aroused and flushed, with Colby pressed deep inside him. The blinking of his eyes as his brain tries to catch up but can't because Colby has his hand wrapped loosely around Charlie's cock, just rocking them in a slow rhythm that has Charlie making soft keening sounds in tempo to Colby's movements.

The come pressed tightly together, not in a rush for the finish line, and they'll stay connect until Colby slides out and cleans them both off. Most of the time Charlie's already out again and Colby has no trouble slipping back into bed and catching a few more hours.

The best part of making love to Charlie on a lazy Sunday morning is that he gets to do it over again later because Charlie refuses to get out of bed until noon.
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Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:54 pm (UTC)
Dark Angel RPS, Jensen Ackles/Michael Weatherly, awards
Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:56 pm (UTC)
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Rosencrantz/Guildenstern, I remember this

Edited at 2009-04-03 01:56 pm (UTC)
Apr. 3rd, 2009 03:03 pm (UTC)
oh.... wanna see this... or maybe even attempt to write it. I love this movie.
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Apr. 3rd, 2009 01:58 pm (UTC)
Angel the Series, Angel/Darla/Lindsey, Paternity Rites
Apr. 3rd, 2009 04:57 pm (UTC)
He hadn't intended to go back.

Still, somehow he found himself there, hours later, approaching the cellar doors he had left bolted shut -- now splintered and hanging open, one off its hinges completely.

He winced, trying to ignore the guilt that floods him as he takes in the carnage inside. The bodies of the lawyers he condemned with his simple action lay strewn around the room, lifeless and pale, drained of every drop of blood.

There was no sign of Drusilla -- but Darla was still there.

She was sitting on the floor across the room, rocking slowly and humming a little to herself, a chillingly soft smile on her lips as she looked down at the head lying in her lap.

When Angel recognized his face, he wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that that head was still attached to the body of the lawyer to whom it belonged.

Lindsay was still alive, but silent, barely breathing -- by this point lacking the strength to resist or make a sound.

But he was still alive, for the moment.

And as Angel watched, Darla drew one razor sharp fang across the pale skin of her own wrist. His stomach dropped as he realized what she meant to do.

"Darla... don't."

She looked up at him with a surprised, mocking smile. "Really? He's dying, my love. You'd prefer me to let him die?"

Angel really, really did.

But... there was that guilt again.

"I... I don't..."

"He still interests me, as much as it pains me to admit it. I think I'd like to keep him around a little longer."

But she was still looking up at him, as if awaiting his approval -- though Angel knew it wouldn't matter if he refused to give it.

Guilt and responsibility warred with his own selfish desires for a long moment -- and then he rolled his eyes with a soft growl of frustration, storming across the room and gripping the dying lawyer's throat, jerking hiim out of Darla's grasp.

She let out a startled, indignant cry of protest, but Angel turned away so she couldn't reach him or Lindsay, letting out a put upon sigh.

"Fine. But if you think I'm going to leave a vampire version of this creepy little snake under your control, you're crazy. If he's gonna be turned... I'm the one who's gonna do it."

Angel quickly shifted to game face and cut open his own wrist, swiftly raising it to Lindsay's lips and waiting until he instinctively swallowed the blood the poured into his mouth.

Behind him, Darla's smile deepened as her eyes locked onto her childe with satisfaction and admiration.

Their plan to bring Angelus back appeared to be just one step closer to coming to pass.

Edited at 2009-04-03 04:59 pm (UTC)
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Apr. 3rd, 2009 02:00 pm (UTC)
CWRPS, Michael Rosenbaum/JDM, sugar-high
Apr. 4th, 2009 04:02 pm (UTC)
Shaking his head Jeff looked over at the man in his life as he bounced from one foot to the other hands going nineteen to the dozen as he explained something to Jared. He would have never have taken Mike to be the kind of person that could get high on sugar. The odd joint yeah, several beers or even the odd Jack or three, but sugar? That was a new one.

“Come on old man.”

The voice smirking in his ear brought Jeff's attention back to the now and to his lover. “Who you callin' an old, boy?” The growled words were accompanied by his hand curling round the back of Mike's head drawing him down in to a deep almost violent kiss that allowed him to taste the candy that the younger man had been eating all afternoon below the bitterness of the beer he currently had in the hand that wasn't wrapped round Jeff's waist.

Unthinking of where they were Jeff crowed Mike against the nearest wall, his knee pressing between the other man's thighs and up against Michael's straining cock. The action drawing a sound of want from both of them. A subtle and very well practised movement between them kept them pressed against each other but allowed just enough room for Jeff to get his hand between their bodies drawing both their cocks out, his fist wrapping round them both moving hard.

There was no finesse in this, this wasn't about soft and tender that would come later. This was about the here and now, about the bitter sweet taste of his lover, about the need burning his belly, about the sounds that Mike was making. It was desperate, hot, dirty, rough and exactly what they both needed.

Jeff didn't know who went over first whether Mike's release triggered his own or visa versa all he knew was that they were both biting down on each others lips to mask their cries and that the only thing holding them both up was the wall Michael had been shoved up against.

“Maybe we ought to come to Jared's candy parties more often if this is what it gets me.”

The comment brought a chuff of laughter from him, that died on his lips as Mike brought Jeff's hand to his lips and cleaned him up, causing his cock to half heartedly give a little twitch. “Time to head home I think.” Soft words whispered over his partner's lips followed by an even softer kiss.

“Sounds good to me.”

The reply equally as soft and completely full of promise.
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Apr. 3rd, 2009 02:01 pm (UTC)
CWRPS, Jensen/Jared, college AU - dorm rooms
Apr. 3rd, 2009 02:25 pm (UTC)
Um, maybe not *quite* what you were looking for...
He never does this, hasn't done it since his freshman year. But this Jared kid, Christ. He's a bazillion feet tall, with the floppy hair and the eyes and the smile, and Jensen can't help but lean into Jared's not so subtle touches. He just gives in, lets Jared kiss him, pressing him against the wall in the hallway, the party still going crazy. Jared's got his giant fucking hands on his hips, sliding fingers under his waistband, and Jensen grabs at his arms desperately, and Jared just pushes against him harder.

He never does this, but Jensen leans up and whispers in Jared's ear, "Come home with me," and Jared gives him a big fucking grin, like it's the best thing he's heard all day.

Jensen still lives in the dorm, but he lives there for free as an RA, forced to wrangle freshman around and make sure they don't kill themselves with beer and finals. Jared's mouthing at the back of his neck as he tries to punch in his keycode, can't focus on anything but Jared's mouth and hands. He groans as Jared reaches around to the button of his jeans, and Jensen turns around and looks up at Jared.

"Just, fuck. Let's do this inside." And Jared just nods and kisses him, fierce and desperate. Jensen can feel Jared's cock, and they need to get inside now. He finally gets the code right and pushes the door open, stumbling inside as Jared pulls as his pants. He pulls his shirt over his head and paws at Jared's, and when he pulls it over his head, Jared's hair flies everywhere. Jared's mouth is at his neck, biting and licking and marking his skin, and Jensen doesn't give a fuck if he has bruises there tomorrow. He gets Jared's jeans unbuttoned, and Jared captures his mouth in a desperate kiss, pushing them backwards towards the bed. They stumble over the books he dumped there earlier, and Jensen finds himself flat on his back on the bed, Jared pushing his jeans down to his ankles.

He doesn't even get them off, just pushes his boxers down far enough to get his mouth on Jensen's dick and Christ, his mouth. Jensen arches off the bed as Jared sucks him down, one finger already teasing his ass, and Jensen isn't gonna last. Jared pulls his mouth off his cock and shifts down further and Jensen groans as his tongue swipes across his hole, arches up off the bed as he works his tongue inside, teasing and fast. Jensen looks for something to grab onto and hits the table next to his bed, knocking shit all over the floor.

Jared's licking him, fast and messy, getting spit everywhere and he finally, finally slides one finger inside beside his tongue. Jensen grabs at his shoulders, doesn't want to grab his hair but fuck. Jared moans against his skin, and pulls away, sliding back up to Jensen's mouth. He slides his tongue into Jensen's mouth and Jensen groans, his hands sliding across his back and wrapping his legs around Jared's waist.

They don't fuck that night, just rut against each other, Jared's giant hand around their cocks, rubbing them together. Jensen wakes up the next morning feeling fucked out and dirty, bruises on his collar from Jared's mouth, and Jared passed out next to him on the tiny bed. He smiles and pushes Jared's hair out of his face and snuggles closer.

Turns out, fitting two giant guys on a dorm room bed is tough but. They figure it out.
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