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03 January 2010 @ 08:12 pm
Friends List Contest!  
I've decided that I'm going to run a little contest for my friends list every month in 2010.  It's fun.  I say YAY!

January's contest: Write me a drabble!

Said drabble has to be at least a hundred words (of COURSE it can be longer, I'm a bit long winded myself) in one of the following fandom categories:
Bones: Booth/Brennan
NCIS: Tony/Ziva
HP: Draco/Ginny, Pansy/Ron
Firefly: River/Jayne, Malcolm/Inara
Supernatural: (Brother fic is fine...but no slash, please)
True Blood: Eric/Sookie, Hoyt/Jessica
Castle: Castle/Beckett
Twilight: Jasper/Alice, Emmet/Rosalie
Friday Night Lights:  Any ship.  I'm not picky.

The winners will receive a handmade tote bag (Made by me - I've made some for several of my friends, ask around, most people like them) as seen here But with MUCH cooler fabrics.  I'll even let the winner choose her (his?) color.

The entries are due January 29, by midnight.  (Honestly, I go to bed about 10:30, so as long as you get them in before I check my email on the 30th, you're golden. Enter as many times as you like, in a reply to this post.  Friends list only are eligible.  You can pimp this if you like, but if the folks aren't on my f-list, they can't win.  They are, of course, welcome to friend me and THEN enter.   

Enough rules.  Happy Drabbling!
I am:: the bar
I feel:: cheerfulcheerful
I hear:: Lord of the Rings
Jandy the Gnome Whisperer: D/G with namejandjsalmon on January 4th, 2010 02:27 am (UTC)
OOOh yes - as one of those special friends can attest - the totes are SUPER cute!!
Carrie Leigh: Carrie in Flowerscarrie_leigh on January 4th, 2010 03:18 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you use it.
Elle Blessingwayelle_blessing on January 4th, 2010 03:10 am (UTC)
You're crazy. And I love it. Should we drabble, where to do we send it? Your LJ mail?
Carrie Leighcarrie_leigh on January 4th, 2010 03:17 am (UTC)
Go ahead and reply to this post. :D
(no subject) - elle_blessing on January 4th, 2010 03:19 am (UTC) (Expand)
raspberry_rave on January 4th, 2010 05:06 am (UTC)
My inner fangirl cheered when I noticed you ship Tony/Ziva :D
Carrie Leigh: Fangirlish gleecarrie_leigh on January 4th, 2010 10:38 pm (UTC)
I do. It's COMPLETELY a guilty pleasure. :D:D
ATayane_tsurugi on January 4th, 2010 05:16 am (UTC)
Oh wow, I picked a fun day to randomly remember that I wanted to add you.

I'll see what I can do! Especially since I'm familiar with...all of those. Hmm, I need a life, mayhaps?

...Nah. :D
Carrie Leigh: dastardly plancarrie_leigh on January 4th, 2010 10:38 pm (UTC)
If you do, then I do, too. :D

I think we're fine.
nbaekernbaeker on January 4th, 2010 07:46 am (UTC)
Mah tote's full of bathroom stuff. s'marvelous!
Carrie Leighcarrie_leigh on January 4th, 2010 10:39 pm (UTC)
Mala13oct on January 4th, 2010 10:48 am (UTC)
I've put makeup in the tote you made me. And I love it to bits! :)
Carrie Leigh: applausecarrie_leigh on January 4th, 2010 10:39 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad to hear that you still use it!
Not a lady at all: merlin: gwencosmo_jenny on January 4th, 2010 10:30 pm (UTC)
Oh boy, you really tempt me.
Someone needs to kick my muse into gear, so I can write all my evil plot bunnies.
Carrie Leigh: *pokes tongue*carrie_leigh on January 4th, 2010 10:37 pm (UTC)
*kicks it in the shin*
with a head full of foliagekitty_mrowr on January 5th, 2010 01:11 am (UTC)
So, I've been wanting to add you ever since I started stalking the Time Turner contest but when I saw your ships for Firefly, I knew it had to be... And the fact that those are two of my three fave HP ships? Oh, yes, friend add, plx :P

I'm going to have to write you drabbles just because you love the same ships I do. I've been wanting to start writing some Firefly fics/drabbles, so you've given me the push to do it.

Anyway, thanks for the add and the inspiration/motivation...♥
Carrie Leighcarrie_leigh on January 5th, 2010 02:02 am (UTC)
Out of curiosity, what's your third HP ship?

And... hiya! I'm Carrie. :)
(no subject) - kitty_mrowr on January 5th, 2010 02:35 am (UTC) (Expand)
filia_umbrae on January 5th, 2010 03:02 am (UTC)
Ooooh. Definitely adding myself on here. I could stand to read some delicious new fic, as well as be prodded into writing some myself. My name is JEB, by the by, and it appears that we share some delightful ships in common! (D/G, River/Jayne, Booth/Brennan, Tony/Ziva)
Carrie Leighcarrie_leigh on January 5th, 2010 03:08 am (UTC)
Yay! Welcome to the party! :)
Elle Blessingway: Slytherinelle_blessing on January 5th, 2010 06:04 am (UTC)
We'll try again, keeping in mind your default font.. Take two!

Characters: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Word count: 175
Rating: Teen

Ron swallowed and tugged at the knot of his tie. "That's, uh ..."

"Yes, Ronald?" Pansy's lips curled into a smile that could only be called predatory.

"It's ... uh." A flush tinted his freckled skin, blue eyes darker than they had been before he'd walked into the room. "That's a nice necklace," he finally got out, stormy gaze rising to hers.

"I should think so," Pansy clipped, tones warm as she moved across the room towards him. "It's a twenty carat blue diamond," she said as she grasped his tie, heavy gaze rolling up to his. "But you weren't really looking at my fabulous jewelry, were you?"

He swallowed again, dark blue eyes ticking past the smoky gaze on him to where the blue diamond was nestled - in the valley of her breasts, almost tumbling from the corset she was wearing. "No," he said gruffly.

"I didn't think so," she purred, tugging none too gently on his tie. She loved that he didn't see the diamonds decorating her body. "You should touch me now, Ronald."

Characters: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Word Count: 500
Rating: Teen

Pansy's breath caught as the red ribbon fell. She'd thought she'd burned everything of him.

Bending to where the beautiful piece of silk lay, she reached out, fingers brushing.


"Happy Christmas," he got out, tips of his ears turning red as he held out the lone, beautiful fall of ribbon.

At sixteen with a war waiting to erupt, everyone she knew dabbling in the dark, Pansy had thought she couldn't be surprised anymore.

She blinked, holding out her hand. The true red of the small piece was vivid against her pale skin. It was just a damn little piece of ribbon, nothing at all, really, but she could tell it was the best, that it would have likely cost him everything he had, as little as that was. Her friends would sneer at the moisture welling in her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered, tearing eyes going to blue ones on her. "It's perfect."


Tears caught in her throat and Pansy pulled her hand back, covering her mouth as her shoulders began to shake.


Bodies sliding, skin catching on skin. Pansy's eyes flew open as he finally entered her, her nails digging into his shoulder as she felt the sign of virginity, the one thing everyone thought she'd given away long, long ago. She bit her lip as pain made her body shake beneath his.

"Pansy?" He stilled, hesitant.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, but she cupped his face with both her hands. Love. She'd never thought to have it for herself. Not like this. Not from him. "Don't stop, Ronald. I want it to be you."


He was gone now. The war she'd so abhorred had taken him from her.

Reaching out, sobs subsiding, she picked up the ribbon.


"I have to go. Harry thinks he can do this all by himself, but it's not supposed to be that way."

Pansy had known it would come to this. She hated it, but it was what she loved about him too. She couldn't let him go without saying what she'd felt for so long though.

"I love you, Ronald. Come back to me," she said, the words steady, but soft, brown eyes pleading as she clung to him.

The surprise in his eyes softened his features, and for that, too, Pansy loved him. Stone faces all her life in the dungeons, in the society she'd been forced into, but not here, not with him. "I promise," he said, sure as a young man was of his eternity. "I love you, too."


He'd not been able to keep his promise, but as Pansy's heels clicked as she walked down the alley, people bustling around her, she breathed in the cool, crisp fall air. I forgive you.

A smile, absent so long, curled her lips slightly as she ran a hand over her rounded belly. The sun glinted off the red ribbon binding her sable locks and she wiped the tear in her eye away. I love you. We both do.
Carrie Leigh: applausecarrie_leigh on January 5th, 2010 01:02 pm (UTC)

The ribbon! And the love and the first time and the BABY!

I like them both! Woo HOO! I love me some R/P!
(no subject) - elle_blessing on January 5th, 2010 05:45 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Hyacinth Girl: D/Geustacia_vye28 on January 5th, 2010 05:07 pm (UTC)
Completely doing this on the fly...
Ginny scowled into her drink. She had come to a muggle club to escape the onslaught of reporters wanting to harass her into telling them an exclusive about why she had left The Boy Who Lived Yet Again. She didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to feel bitter and angry for being left behind. Yes, she was sidelined so that he could save the entire Wizarding World. But she wasn't useless, and he could have asked her to help. He didn't, and it stung more than he could ever know. And she did not want to discuss it. Ever.

"How did that drink hurt you?"

Ginny looked up in surprise at the sound of the voice next to her. "Slumming it, then?" she asked Draco Malfoy instead.

He ignored the sneer in her tone and sat beside her at the bar. He seemed entirely comfortable and didn't seem annoyed by the too-loud music in the club. Ginny had chosen it at random to get drunk in, and he looked like he owned it. Maybe he did.

"There are better ways to stop being angry than drinking," Draco said in a casual tone that sent shivers down her spine.

"Who said I'm angry at anyone?"

"You did," Draco pointed out. "I just mentioned angry in general, considering how you seemed ready to light that drink on fire. Or send bats out of its nose, if it had one," he added with a curve to his lips that might have passed for a smile.

Ginny slammed back the rest of her drink. It was her third for the night, and she signaled the bartender for another. She glared when Draco told him to place all of her drinks on his tab. "What are you doing?"

"Can't I just buy you a drink?"

"We were never friends at school," Ginny retorted.

"Maybe I want to change that," Draco replied loftily. "Crossing house lines and all that rot."

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "What are you really after?" she asked, snatching the drink when it arrived.

Draco watched her lazily as she downed half of it all at once, his eyes never leaving her mouth. "Just you," he said softly.

Startled, Ginny put her drink down on the counter. "What?"

"I don't care why you're here," he continued in that soft tone that commanded her attention. He leaned in closer than she usually liked, that shiver sliding down her spine again. "But I want you going home with me."

And blast it all, suddenly she really wanted to.

"Why me?" Ginny asked instead. She wasn't going to cave to his attention because she was lonely or hadn't been kissed properly. It wasn't going to be because he was interested in a bet or getting back at Harry or some schoolboy shite he should have grown out of. If it was going to happen, it was going to happen for a good reason.

Draco pushed her hair off of her shoulder as he leaned even closer in. "I want to see how else you can put that mouth to work," he said, mouth hovering near her ear. "I want to see how loud I can make you scream."

There was no masking her shiver this time, and he didn't appear smug at all. His other hand dropped to her knee, just above the hem of her skirt. He did nothing else, but left the choice up to her.

Ginny turned her head just enough so that their lips hovered millimeters apart. "I'll bet I make you scream louder than me."

Several onths later they were still arguing the results.
Carrie Leigh: d/gcarrie_leigh on January 5th, 2010 06:14 pm (UTC)
Re: Completely doing this on the fly...
Funny and dramatic and romantic and angsty and snarky all wrapped up in a d/g package! You rock!
Re: Completely doing this on the fly... - eustacia_vye28 on January 5th, 2010 06:22 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Completely doing this on the fly... - twiddlekinks on January 17th, 2010 01:44 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Completely doing this on the fly... - carrie_leigh on January 17th, 2010 08:57 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Completely doing this on the fly... - frust_sheep on February 4th, 2010 05:05 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Completely doing this on the fly... - eustacia_vye28 on February 4th, 2010 07:56 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Hyacinth Girl: Rayne standingeustacia_vye28 on January 13th, 2010 02:01 am (UTC)
Short but sweet...
River was making tea in the mess hall, her tangled hair falling down all around her face. She sniffled and blinked her eyes, but the tea pot continued to swim in front of her vision.

Jayne slid his arms around her. "Sorry you can't be takin' none of them cold meds I got." He patted the round swell of her belly. "Colds don't last too long, at least. We'll get some real honey at the next stop, maybe."

River turned around and pressed a kiss on Jayne's kiss. "That would take too much coin, the captain said."

"I've been saving some," Jayne replied with a shrug. "So's I can git stuff for you an' the little 'un."

She smiled and rubbed at her face. "Save the coin for the little one, then. I can survive this cold. You'll just have to rub my back."

"And other places?" he asked hopefully.

River laughed and looped her arms around him. His heartbeat was strong and steady under her ear. "And other places," she confirmed. She pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "And if I feel much, much better, I'll rub all of your places."

Jayne plucked the teapot and two cups from the counter. "Let's get to them backrubs, then."

Laughing, they went down to their bunk.
filia_umbrae on January 29th, 2010 06:53 am (UTC)
Fandom: Bones (Booth/Brennan)
Word Count: 309
Rating: PG

There’s something completely and utterly heartbreaking about the way that he looks at her when he thinks no one’s watching. He thinks he’s being all super secret sniper guy, but Angela is more observant than anyone expects, and she sees Brennan go about her days, struggling to keep everything on an even keel that she can deal with. Booth is back, but he is still strange, and she’s trying everything she can to put things (Booth, her feelings, her life) back into her neatly ordered boxes and categories.

He hides it better as time goes one, but it’s too late. She’s seen the way his eyes soften, the way his jaw clenches when he’s conflicted. Angela sees civilizations rise and die in Booth’s eyes when Brennan smiles at him. She watches him dance around what he wants to say, how he wants to act, and she watches Brennan dance counter to him. She could read the terror in her eyes, longing and hope and despair.

Angela’s heart breaks as she watches them; closer now than they’ve ever been before, constantly on the edge of something new and wonderful, never fully falling. She wonders how long it will take before the tension breaks and they come crashing into one another.

He says something to her, voice a low murmur. Brennan smiles, and it’s radiant with her heart; Booth grins, his soul bared for her, and Angela can see with a strange clarity that takes her breath away. Angela waits, hopeful, but the moment passes, and they are just Booth and Brennan. They are partners, closer than friends, closer than most lovers. They link arms as they exit the diner, and Angela breathes again. Not this time, then. But soon. She can see it in the air around them, feel the tension, and she knows it’s only a matter of time.
Carrie Leigh: Bones - Sweetiecarrie_leigh on January 29th, 2010 03:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Time

*revives self*

Ohhhhhh. This was wonderful! WONDERFUL! It IS only a matter of time! I loved that it was told through Angela's eyes and the piece of prose that says,

"Angela sees civilizations rise and die in Booth’s eyes when Brennan smiles at him." Is so perfect.

Thank you, new friend, for the drabble!
Re: Time - filia_umbrae on January 29th, 2010 10:11 pm (UTC) (Expand)
goeungurlgoeungurl on January 30th, 2010 03:39 pm (UTC)
This might be too late...
Don't know if you're awake yet, but here goes. (I would've entered sooner but somehow I missed this post.)

Mornings were always hectic. Hairs to brush, toast to (not) burn, clothes to pick out, ties to straighten, make-up to apply... Maybe when Eva went to Hogwarts things would calm down a bit. Ginny missed the lazy mornings where Draco and she would enjoy some quality morning exercise and still be on time for work.

"Don't spill your pumpkin juice, darling," Ginny admonished as she poured a glass for her daughter. "And when you're done, Da is going to floo you to daycare."

"But Mum!" the little girl protested earnestly. She grabbed her glass and started following her mother around the kitchen. "I can floo by myself! I know I can! I just need to step inside and yell--"

"No, Eva. Not today. Maybe--," Ginny started but was interrupted by a shattering of glass. Not knowing her little girl was following her around, Ginny had taken a hurried step back and ran into the Eva.

Ginny sighed and pulled out her wand. She knelt down next to the drenched and sticky girl. "Are you okay, honey?"

Relieved that her mother wasn't yelling, Eva broke into a smile. "I'm okay. But that scared the hell out of me, mum!"

"Eva!" Ginny exclaimed in shock. "Where did you learn that? Hell is a bad word!"

"But-" Eva looked up at her Da that just appeared into the room. He shook his head and gave her a wink. Eva tossed her tiny blond curls over her shoulder and gave Mum her winningest smile like Da did whenever he was in trouble. "If it's a bad word, aren't you glad it got scared out of me, Mum?"