Friday Free-For-All

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Heya, folks, seasons greetings and all that crap. It be Friday, so we get some room to play today! The sky is the limit, as it were, except for a few rules we need to just remind y'all about:


NO spoilers in prompts for at least one week after airing. Also, if your response contains spoilers, please warn for them and leave at least 3 empty lines before starting your fic.

Also, to make sure everyone gets a chance to prompt... no more than five prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. You can always come back and prompt more after yours have been answered.

Please remember to be kind to you code monkeys (who work hard at a job that is time consuming) and code your prompts properly (fandom, pairing, prompt).

Examples:

Numb3rs, Colby/Charlie, The first time Colby called him "Professor"

Criminal Minds/Leverage, Reid/Eliot, "It's getting hot in here..."

Don't see anything that whets your appetite? Check out our lonely prompts archive here on delicious for some amazing ideas that just haven't been given homes yet.

Also, gird your loins, because next week is the start of yet another Quarterly Year Challenge, where we give you no prompts but instead offer lovely prizes to get you to write some of the prompts piling up in our archives.

Ready? Prompt!

Comments

[danse-amore.livejournal.com]

"McCoy, Leonard McCoy," he says, and has no idea what he's starting.

He's a little surprised at how quick the kid is to accept the flask - maybe his rants about the safety of this deathtrap have actually gotten through to him. He watches, eyebrows raised, as he downs the whiskey like a veteran, not wincing at all at the burn. He notes the black eye, the cut lip, itches to patch and examine and heal. Kid's not led a peaceful life. Bones relates.

He swallows and closes his eyes as the shuttle takes off, lurching into the sky and leaving Bones' stomach behind. A hand finds his, squeezes reassuringly, and he opens his eyes to stare at his seatmate. Jim Kirk, he said his name was, and his face is relaxed, eyes staring off to the middle distance, a small smirk playing across his lips.

Bones' stomach returns with a vengeance, and he feels himself break into a sweat. He lets go of Jim's hand to take back is whiskey, drowns his dry throat in it, savors the flavor so he won't feel the craft shudder underneath his feet. He dozes off fitfully for a while, wakes to find a warm hand on his knee. Jim's asleep, too, or appears to be, curled slightly into Bones' shoulder.

Bones swallows as the creak of the ship filters into his waking brain, starts as that hand works its way to his thigh, touch probably meant to be comfort but just a little too high, just a little too teasing.

He casts a half-glare at Jim, but the kid's not even looking at him, eyes closed as if he doesn't even notice, and his hand creeps higher. Bones almost bats it away but hell, it probably doesn't mean anything, and accusing the gorgeous, broken young man next to him of sexually assaulting him would a) cause more problems than it would solve and b) totally rule out the possibility that he would actually sexually assault him in the future.

And that would be a damn shame.

He hisses in a breath, though, when Kirk starts tracing light circles with his thumb. And when his hand inches even higher, when his tiny smirk grows, Bones grabs his wrist and glares, by now uncomfortable in his seat. "The hell do you think you're doing?"

Kirk's smirk becomes a true grin. "We've landed," he says, "and you're not scared."

Bones blinks at him, knocked off balance, and Kirk pulls away from his grasp, pats his cheek condescendingly. "I think," he says, "this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

And then he turns and follows the other cadets off the shuttle, leaving Bones bewildered.

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

b) totally rule out the possibility that he would actually sexually assault him in the future.

And that would be a damn shame.

YES PLEASE! Such a great snippet. I adore it. I will love it and cuddle it and call it my Squishy. Thank you!