Wednesday: Dialogue
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meteorfire here with today’s theme.
Today’s theme is Dialogue! Prompts will simply be a line of dialogue, and that line should be included somewhere in your fill.
Here's some quick examples:
And as always, remember to follow the rules:
Have fun, everyone!
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meteorfire here with today’s theme.Today’s theme is Dialogue! Prompts will simply be a line of dialogue, and that line should be included somewhere in your fill.
Here's some quick examples:
- The Avengers, Steve/Tony, “You built me a what?!”
- Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, “Do I look calm?! This is not the face of a man who is calm! I am very not calm right now!”
- Doctor Who, Doctor & any, “There’s a what in the where?”
- Supernatural, Dean Winchester, “I can’t believe she made me allergic to pie.”
And as always, remember to follow the rules:
- Only three prompts from a fandom
- Only five prompts in a row
- If one prompt gets filled you can leave a new one
- No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
- If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly and leave space for the spoiler.
Have fun, everyone!
tag= Dialogue
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Date: 2011-12-14 08:26 am (UTC)(Nothing) Like a Virgin
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Date: 2011-12-14 08:27 am (UTC)Alpha Male, Reid/Tyler, R-ish
Date: 2012-07-22 10:08 pm (UTC)---
"Why is there a tiger in our room, Reid?"
“I don’t know how to answer that without getting in trouble.”
“Truth usually works.”
“But then you’ll get mad.”
“I’m mad anyway.”
Reid rolled his eyes, dropping back against the bed to stretch his legs as the large tiger burrowed his head along Reid’s side like a giant kitty-cat, chuffing softly, almost affectionately—which Tyler had to admit was weird (okay, and pretty cute).
“Would you believe the circus was in town?”
“In the middle of winter… in Massachusetts?”
Reid swiped his fingers through his blond hair, looking out from underneath the unruly strands with a teasing pout. “Maybe.”
“Reid.”
“You said no to Chomper because he wasn’t real. Tig here is.”
“Tig? Tig? You cannot be serious, Reid. You named him. You know what, doesn’t matter. You are not keeping a ferocious carnivore as a pet.”
The tiger looked at Tyler with bored disinterest, stretching his paws out in front of him as he yawned. He made a show of licking his pointy teeth right before he roared and settled back down.
“Did your tiger just threaten me?”
Reid smirked. “Think he’s just letting you know who the Alpha male is here.”
Tyler arched a brow in response; his eyes glowed a fiery orange-gold before turning inky black and then the tiger was gone in an instant. Reid’s mouth opened probably to curse Tyler out but Tyler wouldn’t hear it. He pounced on the bed, straddling Reid’s body and grinning at the surprised look on the other guy’s face.
“We both know there’s only one Alpha male here, Reid. Let’s not kid ourselves,” he breathed out hotly against Reid’s ear.
Tyler felt the shiver of Reid’s body against his fingertips even as the blond made a snort of disbelief. If only the guys could see how not innocent their little ‘baby boy’ was, then again Reid would probably never live it down.
“You owe me a tiger,” Reid finally said but his voice was rough, unsteady.
“Not getting a tiger,” he stated simply, fingers already on the move again and playing at the button of Reid’s jeans.
“No dinosaurs. No tigers.” Reid muttered sullenly, glaring when Tyler’s face fell in mock-sympathy. “You suck, man.”
Tyler grinned then, impish and wide. “Will that make you feel better?”
Reid’s blue eyes locked on Tyler’s, hooded and dark with arousal. “It’s a start,” he managed to get out.
Tyler rolled his eyes, dropped a kiss against Reid’s mouth before shimmying his way down Reid’s body—skimming his nose over the front of Reid’s jeans before dropping open-mouthed kisses along the bared skin of Reid’s stomach where his shirt rode up. He didn’t know how Reid kept getting them into these situations or even more, how Tyler’s mouth always seemed to be the one paying for Reid’s ridiculous decisions. He couldn’t complain though, not when Reid remained sprawled out underneath him—pliant and willing; his dick was noticeably straining underneath his jeans as he waited with lust-blown eyes for whatever Tyler decided to do next.
Tyler’s mouth watered at just the thought of getting his boyfriend’s dick in his mouth and damn if Reid didn’t have Tyler exactly where he wanted him. He huffed a laugh—fond disbelief and amusement in the sound—before haphazardly pushing his hand into Reid’s jeans and palming his boyfriend’s erection, effectively wiping the smug look off Reid’s face.
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Date: 2011-12-14 08:37 am (UTC)Castiel and Gabriel -- Archiving Godhood
Date: 2011-12-14 10:53 pm (UTC)They are, after all, both dead.
"Heard you got promoted, huh?" Gabriel glances up at him. "Clearly didn't go so well for you, did it?"
Castiel nods. He doesn't want to talk about it, or even think about it -- because thinking about it makes him think about Dean, and he can't handle that right now.
"Raph's hiding out somewhere farrrr away from the porn section. It's kinda funny, actually -- you'd think a guy who's comfortable changing the sex of his meatsuit wouldn't get so freakin' up in arms about the fact that people like to read about sex." Gabriel pats the chair beside him, motioning for Castiel to sit down. "Come, now tell the Agony Aunt all of your problems."
"I may have caused the end of humanity."
And there it is, the problem at its most basic. He is dead, and he doesn't seem to be anywhere near to coming back, and he has left the Winchesters, left Dean to deal with this alone.
Gabriel whistles. "Raph had said you'd gone all delusions-of-godhood, but really? Putting humanity through the meat grinder? That's a little exteme."
He pauses, then continues, "But hey, you aren't really an archangel if you don't try to achieve godhood at least once in your existence. Maybe not necessarily God-capital-G-godhood, but still godhood. I mean, I'm Loki, and Mikey and Lucifer? Jesus Christ, they're the easiest lessons on "power corrupts" that I've ever seen." He grins. "And Raph, fighting against the ordained order of Heaven -- and he still doesn't see the parallel."
Castiel feels himself smile, just a little.
"But anyway, Cassie, welcome to the club."
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Date: 2011-12-14 02:05 pm (UTC)The Invasion of the Frankenberry, Part 1, Psych, Lassiter, Shawn, Gus
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“I’d like to lodge a complaint.”
Carlton Lassiter thought this was going to be a good day. He had closed a case (without any nosy “psychics” to help), had finished his paperwork, and the day seemed to be ending without a single sighting of Shawn and his annoying side-kick. Until now that is because that was most definitely Shawn’s voice he was hearing at the front desk.
With a put upon heavy sigh, he turned around with heavy feet to find out what insanity those two nutballs were up to now.
As he approached, he could see both men leaning over the desk while a perplexed young officer looked at them with a most definite deer-in-the-headlights look. “But sir, I don’t see the problem?”
This of course sent Shawn into one of his infamous rants, “You don’t see the problem?! Are you blind? Look at these? A crime has been committed here.” His hands wave frantically at a container of what appeared to Lassiter to be unripe strawberries.
The young officer at this point spots Lassiter approaching and a look of relief crosses her face, “Detective Lassiter!” she cries a little too loudly. “Do you think you could help these guys….er, gentlemen?”
Shawn spins around and cries a little too loudly as well, “Lassie, just the man to help me!”
“What are you two bozos up to now?”
“Our civic duty, of course,” responds Shawn cheerily. “I want you to look at these.”
At this, Gus shoves the container of strawberries into Lassiter’s face. Both imbeciles stand there looking at Lassiter expectantly, as if he should know what kind of crazy they’re spouting today. But what the heck, in for pound and all that.
“They’re strawberries, unripe strawberries.”
“Ah, see I thought so as well. But I wondered, why would sweet Mrs. Peabody send me a container of unripe strawberries? It made no sense. Sure she’s getting on in years, but I know her eyesight is still 20/20 or at least 40/20. Or is that 20/40? Well, anyway, Gus here was able to brilliantly figure out what they really were.”
“I read the note that came with it,” supplied Gus as he produced a floral printed thank you note.
Shawn continued on as if Gus hadn’t spoken at all. “These aren’t strawberries at all. They are imposters! Someone has taken the wonderfully delicious pineapple and the admittedly delicious, but not equally delicious, strawberry and made a frankenberry!”
“A what?” inquires Lassiter, wondering once again what karmic crime he’s committed to be saddled with these two.
“They call it a pineberry,” supplies Gus, once again attempting to be helpful.
“A pineberry,” emphasizes Shawn, “like giving it a cute name like that will make the crime any less awful. Someone has taken the perfectly designed DNA of a pineapple and a strawberry and mooshed them together to make this.” Shawn once again waves his hand over the container in disgust.
Lassiter looks at the pineberries and has to agree they do look pretty awful. They are a sickly white and the seeds are a bright red that stand out on the white fruit making them look like something out of a B-class horror film. But it is definitely not something that warrants police time.
“And what do you want me to do about it?”
“Arrest them! Find the perpetrators who have done this and throw them in jail,” cries Shawn.
“It’s a crime against nature itself,” pipes in Gus.
“Uh huh, right.” Lassiter turns around and heads back to his desk, “Not going to happen.”
“What? Why not?” cries Shawn trailing behind Lassiter.
Why? Why must he even take these two seriously at all? But he knows the only way to get rid of them is to answer them.
“Because, there’s been no crime.”
“No crime! Look at these?” Shawn grabs the container from Gus and shoves them in Lassiter’s face once again. “How can you look at these and say that? The pineapples of the world cry out for justice.”
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