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comment_ficHi again!
Since I'm a great fan of dialouges in fics and I usually first think of dialouges when planning a fic, I wanted to convince you to write some great dialouges today! I know for sure there are conversations you think your characters need to have and that you think some of your beloved characters need to hear a few words on some subject!
Smart-ass answers, qitty comeback and chick-flick conversations about feelings! Let's talk it out!
Remember you are free to post up to 5 prompts at a time and not more than 3 per one fandom. You can add more once your prompts had been answered! Also remember to use the ‘fandom, characters, prompt’ format.
Have fun!
Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, three most important words: i need candy
X-Files, Mulder/Krycek, for the hundreth time, I did not kill your father
CW RPS, Jared/Misha, how to propose in 140 signs
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Since I'm a great fan of dialouges in fics and I usually first think of dialouges when planning a fic, I wanted to convince you to write some great dialouges today! I know for sure there are conversations you think your characters need to have and that you think some of your beloved characters need to hear a few words on some subject!
Smart-ass answers, qitty comeback and chick-flick conversations about feelings! Let's talk it out!
Remember you are free to post up to 5 prompts at a time and not more than 3 per one fandom. You can add more once your prompts had been answered! Also remember to use the ‘fandom, characters, prompt’ format.
Have fun!
Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, three most important words: i need candy
X-Files, Mulder/Krycek, for the hundreth time, I did not kill your father
CW RPS, Jared/Misha, how to propose in 140 signs
"tag=(dialouge)"
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Date: 2010-02-16 05:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-19 07:29 pm (UTC)Plus he could tell that him handling a weapon made Dean antsy, but that was just a plus.
"So that was fun. Who knew Team Good Guys could be so bad ass." He slung an arm around Sam's waist. They both smelled of ozone, char, and victory. Gabriel found the combination oddly sexy. He grinned brightly, and put some extra bounce in his step. "You know what I could really go for?"
"A chocolate shake with extra chocolate sauce with some granulated sugar on the side."
"I was going to say sex, but if you really want that shake..." Gabriel waggled an eyebrow.
Sam grinned as he took Gabriel's shot gun and stuffed it underneath the false bottom in the trunk for safe -non-threatening- keeping. "Liar. You were thinking about candy."
"Whoever said a man can't have both. Hello, archangel here. These powers have to be good for something."
"Other than frying up some evil sons of bitches?" Dean asked as he slid into the passenger seat.
"Yeah, though you've got to admit. That was awesome."
Dean said nothing, just scowled as he started up the Impala. Gabriel climbed into the backseat, still smirking and Sam grinned back in the rearview mirror. Just as Gabriel put his fingers together, ready to snap, Sam pulled a bag of m&ms out from underneath the seat and tossed it to the archangel in the backseat.
"You're my favorite Winchester." Gabriel crowed as he ripped open the bag with savage glee and popped a candy into his mouth. Dean grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Thank God."
Ignoring him, Gabriel mouthed "Elephant shoe" to Sam in the rearview mirror before initiating some epic eye sex to keep them both occupied until they reached to the motel.
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Date: 2010-02-16 05:27 pm (UTC)X-Files, Mulder/Krycek, for the hundreth time, I did not kill your father
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Date: 2010-02-16 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-02-16 09:57 pm (UTC)"What do you think?"
"It was nice in there," Sylar said in that mockingly-earnest voice he used when he wanted to parody the sane, "So cozy."
"Enjoy the memories, because you're never going back."
"Oh, Parkman. You of all people being so possessive about your mind? Such a hypocrite." He smiled at Matt, predatory, reminding him that he knew all the things Matt never wanted to admit about himself.
Parkman's latent sociopath. Smiling at him from across the table.
Parkman hid his feelings, his sense of falling. He smiled.
"Next time I trap you in a headspace, I'll be sure to make it more spacious."
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Date: 2010-02-16 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-16 05:31 pm (UTC)(Edit because obv. it's not Torchwood, hello brain good morning to you too)
Tools of the Trade
Date: 2010-02-16 09:04 pm (UTC)"Come on, Simon. I told you one. Your turn." Kaylee stopped playing with his hair to give him a teasing nudge. She liked how flustered he looked.
"Well, I... uh... I'm not entirely certain..." Simon glanced desperately about the engine room.
"Don't be playin' coy with me, doctor. I'm sure all you fancy surgeons had locker room talk, just like the rest of us."
Simon cleared his throat. He was running his fingers up and down her arm, which seemed to calm him a bit. He looked up shyly. "Giving a full physical."
"Really? That's rather tame. Okay. Finding the monkey wrench." Kaylee shifted closer to him on the bench.
"Putting in the IV."
"Cleaning the pipe works."
Simon gave a mischievous smile, one that never failed to make Kaylee weak at the knees. "Performing very invasive surgery."
"Connecting the oscillator to the main-frame."
It took him a moment to realize that Kayle had somehow shifted them from a comfortable cuddle to something with a bit more purpose.
"Kaylee, wait..." Simon attempted to shuffle backwards. A very determined Kaylee followed. "Here? Really? Anyone could walk in."
"Where else would I grease my engine?" She slid her hands up his thighs.
Simon found he couldn't agree more.
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Date: 2010-02-16 05:33 pm (UTC)edited
Date: 2010-02-16 10:33 pm (UTC)r u ok? i get worried because everyone i know wants ur body.
MESSAGE FROM CAS 12:20PM:
i know that they can't track u, i left my mark deep inside u. still i worry, there are beings who want to take u from both sides
MESSAGE FROM CAS 12:24PM:
why ru lol? dean, this is srs. they want to claim u both above and below
MESSAGE FROM CAS 12:27PM:
what is lmao? i have not learned that one yet. textmessage dialect is very perplexing. i mean prplxng
MESSAGE FROM CAS 12:32PM:
how is it possible 2 laugh ur ass off? i am very sorry if i have done something 2 ur ass that cannot be healed
MESSAGE FROM CAS 12:40PM:
it iz vry hard to undrstnd all these acronyms & alternate spellings. can i see u in person? i will cum right away
MESSAGE FROM CAS 12:48PM:
sam sent me a msg that i should stop sexting u so u can stop laughing & focus on the job. what is sexting?
MESSAGE FROM CAS 12:51PM:
i was not sexting. is it customary to sext?
MESSAGE FROM CAS 1:02PM:
human communication is very complicated. in the future please let me know if start sexting u up without realizing.
MESSAGE FROM CAS 1:24PM:
i am wearing a trenchcoat. why?
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Date: 2010-02-16 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-16 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-16 10:32 pm (UTC)"Well, excuse me." Iris rolled her eyes. "I should have known better than to sprain my ankle in the middle of your all-important mission."
"You should have." Damian grumbled as he carefully helped Iris elevate her foot. "I will never get how you super-powered types manage to get hurt so often while we Bats escape unscathed. I think it's because we're actually competent."
"Or maybe it's because you're so obnoxious, it's distracting to listen to you! I never would have tripped over that cord if you hadn't been yelling at me not to run ahead!"
"Well, I wouldn't have been yelling at you if you would realize that Gotham is dangerous! I don't know what bush-league villains you have in Keystone, but Gotham's villains are actually serious!"
"We were chasing Killer Moth Jr.! I think I could have taken him!"
"You think so, but then someone gets blasted with acid, and I have to explain to the Flash how I got his sidekick killed!"
"Stop trying to protect me, Damian! I can take care of myself!"
"Apparently not." Damian sneered. "Just...try to be more careful, okay? It...upsets me when you're hurt."
Iris smiled slyly as she read what Damian was trying to say under his usual obnoxious exterior. "I love you too."
"Yeah, well, you're more tolerable than most people. Do you need anything? I can get Pennyworth to bring over some food if you want."
"I'm good." Iris smiled. Damian may not have been the easiest person to be around, but it was worth dealing with him for those few moments when he was sweet.
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Date: 2010-02-16 05:39 pm (UTC)Not your req
Date: 2010-02-16 06:08 pm (UTC)Re: Not your req
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Date: 2010-02-16 05:41 pm (UTC)just a snippet of something
Date: 2010-02-16 06:38 pm (UTC)"Dumb. I mean, mute."
A frown.
"And he's not happy about it, either."
"Well, that's just great." Sam ran his fingers through his hair. "How are we supposed to cast this spell without his help?"
A pout.
Dean patted Castiel on the shoulder encouragingly and turned to Sam. "He can still help."
"How?"
Castiel frowned at the table. His eyes, laser sights, focused on a dark-tinted crystal, then a sprig of witch hazel.
"This one, here?" Dean said, picking it up. Sam looked at him like he'd lost his mind.
Castiel nodded. He looked across the room at the sink.
"We have to get it wet." A frown. "No, not wet. Submerge it in water. OK." Dean crossed the room.
"What the hell, are you reading his mind or something?" Sam was goggling at this point.
Castiel gave Sam a face that defied description. Dean didn't even look around before saying, "He doesn't know why that ticks him off, dude, but it does."
Sam put his hands up in surrender. Clearly he would just not be in on this communication loop. The problem wasn't Cas being dumb; the problem was apparently Sam being deaf.
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Date: 2010-02-16 05:42 pm (UTC)Long Distance
Date: 2010-02-17 07:39 am (UTC)"Hey Dean. Haven't heard from you in a while. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me."
"Nah, we've just had a bunch of hunts lately. And I got laid up in Michigan, so-"
"You all right?"
"Nothing a little time with you couldn't fix."
"I thought I was too young for you."
"I never said that. It was just right girl, wrong time."
"It's always the wrong time, Dean."
"If you were here now it wouldn't be."
"Well...I'm in California."
"Damn, I'm in Missouri. Wait, what if we were closer?"
"You should ask me again when we're in the same state, darlin'."
"I'm asking you now."
"Well, I'd imagine we'd have some fun."
"What kind of fun?"
"Why Mr. Winchester, are you trying to get me to have phone sex with you?"
"Would you prefer sexting?"
"Hell no. So...are you hard for me, Dean?"
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Date: 2010-02-16 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-19 07:32 am (UTC)Five times in one night is beyond unreasonable as the bed springs are squeking louder, he hears Sam gasp,groan, the pillow blocking out nothing.
He feels like calling Cas because why should he be the only one to be emotionally scarred by hearing his brother having sex.
'Ride 'em cowboy', Gabriel shouts and Dean feels physically sick as he hears the archangel 'yeehaw'.
There isn't enough therapy in the world to help him recover from this.
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Date: 2010-02-16 06:10 pm (UTC)not a fic
Date: 2010-02-19 10:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-02-16 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-02-16 06:25 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2011-03-03 06:54 am (UTC)When the Devil bothers to stoop so low as to utter a curse usually reserved for the barbaric lips of humanity, Sam knows it's time to run the fuck away. But his big stupid feet are rooted to the spot, and all he can do is utter something sharp and heated.
"You can't have my body."
"It's my body to have," Lucifer counters.
"Like hell it is!"
They both pause at that one, blink, let the irony of the words slide down their spines.
"I haven't once pushed you for more, Sam, but if you refuse to give a little, then I can't hold up my end of the bargain."
That makes Sam grind his teeth together in frustration.
"You can't have me."
"You want this."
"No I don't!"
"I can see it in your soul."
Everything was getting out of hand.
"You're lying."
"I would never lie to you, Sam."
Sam trembles, he's so pent up with rage. His fists clench at his sides and he stares at the ground. The floor takes up so much of his attention that he startles when Lucifer puts a hand on his shoulder; he hadn't even heard the angel approach.
"Sam."
"No. I can't... I just-- no."
"Sam, please."
It's the plea that gets him in the end. He doesn't say yes -- he can't -- but he doesn't step back when the hand on his shoulder rises to cup his jaw; doesn't jerk away when warm lips collide with his own, soft and insistent.
The Devil takes his body that night -- with moans and thrusts and kisses -- and the term "infinite fucking patience" has never been so literal.
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Date: 2010-02-16 06:29 pm (UTC)no fic, but...
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