Wednesday: Lies, Damned Lies and Statistics

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Happy Wednesday, All. just_imriel here.

Todays theme:  Lies, Damned lies and Statistics.

Little white ones and whoppers and everything in between.

Lies meant to hurt or meant to heal.  Lies even the liar begins to believe...

Let's have our favorite (or least favorite) characters prevaricate, dissemble, decieve, misdirect, evade, distort, defame, mislead, perjure, pervert, concoct, distract, dupe, eqivocate, exaggerate, fabricate, misinform, fib, fudge...

Ah, you get the picture. There's a reason there are so many synonyms...everyone does it.  Of course, whether they get away with it is up to you!

As always, our usual rules apply:

No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after air date - and please remember the UK - US lag time for BBC.

Don’t forget to give us SPOILER ALERTS!!! and leave at least three spaces, where appropriate.

Please no more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 per fandom at a time. If someone responds to your prompt, you can prompt again.

Be kind to Codemonkeys, and write your prompts as fandom, pairing/pairing, prompt or fandom/fandom, pairing/pairing, prompt for crossovers. Like this:

Bones/NCIS, Boothe/DiNozzo, "We've never met."

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, "I'm not a thief."

RPS, JDM/Author's Choice, "I haven't missed you at all."

Last but not least, if none of this rings true, you can always look through our Lonely Prompts for inspiration. They won't steer you wrong. Honest.
 

Theme = LiarLiar
 

Comments

[kohaku1977.livejournal.com]

RPS, RDJ/ Val Kilmer, You lying son of a bitch.

[wendyr.livejournal.com]

“You lying son of a bitch,” Val hissed, eyes trained on Robert, who had just walked through the front door.

“Hi, Val. Missed you too. Glad to be home.” Robert, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out what he’d done. Or hadn’t done. He racked his brain for anything that might have put Val in this kind of mood, but kept coming up empty.

“Well?” Val demanded, still eyeing Robert. His white-knuckled grip on the chair arms hadn’t relaxed in the least.

Robert sighed and sat down on the ottoman in front of Val. He still wasn’t sure what Val wanted: apology, explanation, something else entirely. He just wanted it over. His head ached horribly, his mouth was killing him, and his newly placed sutures were driving him crazy. “All right. I give up. What did I do?”

“What did you tell me the last time you damn near got killed on set?”

“That I wouldn’t do any more crazy shit that might get me killed on set…”

“So now Guy fucking Ritchie says ‘jump’ and you get punched in the mouth by some psychotic mutant freak –“

“Fuck. How the hell did you find out about that? And he’s not a psychotic mutant freak. He’s actually a nice guy. It was an accident.”

“You don’t work in Hollywood for as long as I have and not know somebody on pretty much every movie set going.”

“It was just a standard choreographed fight scene.”

“But you were hurt,” Val said softly, all the anger and all the fight drained out of him.

“Just a little cut, and a bruise…and the headache from hell, but I promise it was nothing major.”

“I’ll be glad when you’re done with this fucking movie. And when we’re out of this damn dreary country, and… oh hell…. I love you, now will you please stop trying to break your damn neck?”

“Love you too,” Robert whispered, reaching over to entwine his fingers with Val’s. “And you worry too much.”

“I know.” Val gave Robert’s hand a squeeze before releasing it and standing. “Rest. I’ll make you some dinner…. Something you can eat through a straw,” he teased.

[kohaku1977.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is fabulous! And it gave me so much glee today. <3 I loved that you took the accident on set for this!

Awesome, thank you so much!

[wendyr.livejournal.com]

Glad you like. Those two are almost as much fun to write as Downey&Clooney are

[elebridith]

Wheeee! RDJ/Val fic! Yay for random CF browsing at lunchbreak. *g* Oh, that was lovely. Love protective!Val. *g* Eat through a straw. *lol*
Love it, thanks for sharing!