Free for all Friday!

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the weekend fellow writers! Friday means loose imaginations and sultry prompts of all tastes... just let it all out.

Just remember to keep to the rules:

* No more than five prompts in a row
* No more than three prompts from one fandom
* If one of your prompts get answered you can leave another one.
* No spoilers in prompts until one week after air/publication date.
* If your fill contains a spoiler warn in bold and with appropriate spoiler space.

And to let our codemonkeys hold on to that last fragment of sanity please use the following format for prompts, last ones are for crossovers:

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker, Living for now (might be gone tomorrow)
Leverage RPS, Christian Kane/Tim Hutton, Don't forget about me (Don't forget about us)

Bones/Criminal Minds, Angela/Garcia, "Now this is art..."
CWRPS/Wolverine RPS, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Hugh Jackman, subvocal

Comments

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, any/any, drunk karaoke.

[carma-baby.livejournal.com]

Bones, gen, drunk karaoke


Dr. Temperance Brennan found herself needing to take a deeper breath than originally planned for. She had done things far crazier than this, been in situations far more dangerous, yet she still couldn't help remembering the look on Booth's face when he saw someone about to shoot her. She couldn't get the feeling of his blood off of her hands, and her voice didn't want to sing the beloved song from her childhood.

The martini she had thrown back minutes ago was leaving a pleasant warmness in her stomach, and a faint fuzziness was hinted at along the edges of her vision. She could do this.

When she looked down at the crowd of people around the stage, especially her team, grinning with abandon (and possibly a bit too much alcohol consumption), she couldn't help but grin back. Maybe it wasn't easy, but it was time.

Besides, girls just wanna have fun.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

This is so great. Thank you so much. :)

[carma-baby.livejournal.com]

Thanks! It was a fun prompt. I'm sorry it probably didn't go the way you wanted. I'm super glad you enjoyed it!

[(Anonymous)]

Original, OMC/OMC, drunk karaoke

Vittorio* was pestering his friend to get into the spirit of things. He waved a microphone in his friend's face with one hand; and in the other, handled a bottle so violently that the drink threatened to escape.

'Come on, Edmund,' he pleaded. 'Sing something? I bet you have a nice voice.' Vittorio knew he did. When Edmund spoke, everyone listened and Vittorio most attentively of all. Just not always to the words.

Edmund flicked an unimpressed glance about the place. It was small and lined with long cushioned seats around the edge. But in the dim luminescence of the UV lights and the shattered light of the turning disco ball, you hardly noticed it — not until you banged your knee on the table, anyway.

'I told you last night: I don't like karaoke,' Edmund said.

'Aw!' Vittorio collapsed onto the seat and, lying on his back, looked up at Edmund. 'You promised me a date. You're not being very cooperative.'

Edmund looked at him. He fingered his bottle for a moment then took a breath, took a swill and held out a hand for the other microphone. 'One song. Then we'll see.'

Vittorio nearly dropped his drink. 'Yes!' He rolled onto his hands and knees and leaned in for a kiss.

Edmund stopped him with a look and a wry smile. 'One thing at a time, Vittorio.'

Vittorio stuck his tongue out. 'Damn.' He dared a quick peck to the cheek instead, then grinned.




*Not the name on his birth certificate; just the one he gave out because he thought it hinted at the dark, gothic and, possibly, vampiric.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Yay! This is awesome! Thank you!! :D

[(Anonymous)]

Glad you liked it :).