Wednesday: All Dialogue/No Dialogue
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comment_ficToday's theme is All Dialogue/No Dialogue.
That's right. Today, writers have to decide whether to write their chosen prompt completely in dialogue, or without any dialogue at all. Or you could always do one of each. :D
Evil, ain't I?
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
Buffy, Spike/Xander, love letters
X-Files/Supernatural, Mulder/Krycek, John, "There isn't an exorcism for this."
Please remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one or more of your prompts are answered, you can prompt again later in the day.
If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.
That's right. Today, writers have to decide whether to write their chosen prompt completely in dialogue, or without any dialogue at all. Or you could always do one of each. :D
Evil, ain't I?
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
Buffy, Spike/Xander, love letters
X-Files/Supernatural, Mulder/Krycek, John, "There isn't an exorcism for this."
Please remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one or more of your prompts are answered, you can prompt again later in the day.
If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.
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Date: 2009-06-10 06:07 am (UTC)Love Letters to the Hellmouth Part 1
Date: 2009-07-26 10:36 pm (UTC)Guess Who?
Would you believe that Giles is making me go to therapy? The only saving grace of the experience is that the therapist actually knows about the supernatural world so I don't have to use euphemisms like gangs on PCP or wild animal attacks. It really is a lot easier to work on your problems when you aren't pathologically lying.
Anyway, she says that she wants me to write out how I'm feeling. She suggested a journal or letters to a close friend. You were the closest thing I had to a friend I had so I figure I'll write to you. I can see you rolling your eye's at the very thought, don't worry they won't be mushy, after all that's not our style.
Here goes. I love you and I miss you. See I even managed not to babble. Aren't you impressed?
I think I'd best stop writing, before I loose control of the babble meter.
Bye, Spike
Love Letters to the Hellmouth Part 2
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Date: 2009-06-10 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-15 06:06 pm (UTC)"Yeah."
"What?"
"Again."
"How is it possible you didn't hear the question--I'm right here."
"I did hear you. Again."
"So, what's the guys name?"
"Again! Marvin Again! That's his name!"
"Okay, okay! You should really watch your blood pressure with the way you eat..."
"Bite me."
"What about the second guy?"
"Nope."
"Look, I'm sorry about the misunderstanding with the first name, but there's no reason to hold a grudge."
"Nope!"
"Then tell me!"
"Peter Nope! Write this down or something! Your memory is usually better than this. What, did you fall on your head in the shower this morning?"
"No, but it sure seems like you got up on the wrong side of the bed! Anyway, was there anyone else?"
"Nobody."
"Wow, only two vics? We caught this one pretty early!"
"Tim Nobody! Christ, this is just like 'Who's on first?'! Why are you laughing?"
"Because I do remember all the names; I just wanted to mess with you. The faces you make are hilarious!"
"Bitch."
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Date: 2009-06-10 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 06:39 am (UTC)Though a small part of her tells her not to, she does.
He greets her warmly, as if nothing is amiss, and she takes that to be a good sign. But when he takes her away from the others, his face reveals that he's a lot more broken than he cares to admit.
She pulls him close and they stay like that for a moment. She is content until he captures her face in his hands and kisses her passionately.
It's everything she dreamed it would be and more, and she pulls him closer. He's murmuring something but gets distracted by kissing down her neck and she doesn't really care what he's saying anyways.
Their hands are all over each other as they make it to his car. He pushes her up against the door, sliding his hands up her thighs and she's grateful that she always wears skirts.
His fingers hook under the band of her panties before he thinks better of it and simply moves them aside.
She writhes against his fingers and he circles her clit to bring her close to climax. When she starts to beg, he frees his erection and slides into her.
They both cry out; it's like coming home and coming apart all at once.
All too soon it's over. He has lost his haunted look and is mostly back to being her Morgan. Happy, fun, and most importantly, ready to go home and try round two.
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Date: 2009-06-10 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 09:51 pm (UTC)The house doesn’t feel right any more. It’s been stripped of everything that made it his home and the rooms feel as sad and as lonely as Charlie does. It doesn’t even smell the same any more, no longer filled with the warm scents that always used to fill the air.
It's for the best, Charlie knows it is, but that doesn’t make it any easier.
He thought he could stay here, thought he would find comfort in the family home that he’d always loved, but it had just made him feel worse, living here surrounded by so many memories.
It made it too hard to remember that Dad was gone. Charlie kept expecting to walk into the kitchen and find him washing dishes, or hear him shouting that dinner was ready. Every time that happened, the hurt and loss started anew.
No. Charlie couldn’t stay here, not alone, not with Amita, not with anyone.
He couldn’t move on, couldn’t heal as long as he stayed here.
Don was right, he needed to start living again, it was time to move on.
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Date: 2009-06-10 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 10:02 am (UTC)"Mmh mmh?"
"Sorry to call you so late. It's Captain Hammer."
"Okay. That's niiiice...."
"We met earlier today. Actually, we've met several times. You know, me foiling your plans, me beating you up, me publicly humiliating you. You might remember me."
"Mmmmm...."
"What - what are you doing, Horrible?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. Just keep talking."
"Okay well um, this is kind of awkward, but, um, do you happen to -"
"Unnhhh..."
"Seriously, Horrible, what are you doing? And what's that noise?"
"Nothing, just keep talking."
"Look, one of the Captain Hammer fans said that you stole an autographed picture of me, and I don't know what the hell you're planning to do with it - "
"Mmmphehehe, don't make me laugh right now,"
"But I gave my word as a HERO that I would get it back for her. So if you don't give it back then I'm going to -- seriously, WHAT is that noise?"
"Sure..."
"What?"
"Sure. I'll give back the picture. But you have to do something for me."
"What?"
"Say 'The hammer is my penis' over the phone to me."
"What?"
"SAY IT!!"
"My hammer is a penis! No, my penis has a hammer! No, the hammer is my penis!"
"UNNGHHH!!!..... Whew. Yeah, damn right it is."
"So... the picture?"
"Yeah, I'll give it back to her tomorrow. If she wants it still."
"What - why - hey!!! Were you just -- and my picture -- Ugh, you really are horrible!"
"Duh. Look, I'm exhausted, I'm gonna hang up now. Kill ya tomorrow!"
"What?"
"I said 'see ya tomorrow.' Gotta go, bye."
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Date: 2009-06-10 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 06:34 am (UTC)SG-1, Daniel/Vala, Post-It Notes
Date: 2009-06-10 10:23 am (UTC)"That's because I hid it. Stop charging sh...crap to my account!"
"You didn't seem to mind the pink furry handcuffs."
"TMI! And anyone could have found this note."
"Who else is possibly going to pick up this musty old book?"
"Point."
"Tonight? I told Sam you're teaching me table manners..."
"The last time we tried that, I got tied to a table."
"Seven o'clock?"
"I suppose."
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Date: 2009-06-10 07:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 06:51 pm (UTC)“How does that feel?”
“It’s good.”
“Just good?”
“It’s great.”
“Do you want more?”
“Sure, whatever you say.”
“‘Whatever?’”
“Ow. What was that for?”
“You’re too quiet.”
“Well, what you’re doing to me is a tad distracting.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“This is fine.”
“Tell me.”
“I didn’t figure you for the talking dirty type.”
“I’m full of surprises. Now tell me how you want me to touch you.”
“I can think of better things to do with my mouth than talk.”
“And normally I’d be all for that, but right now I’d like to hear your voice.”
“I’m sorry if talking is not exactly what I’m in the mood for right now.”
“Fine, have it your way.”
“Why did you stop?”
“You wouldn’t talk.“
“This is childish. Get back here.”
"Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, or I'm not going to touch you at all."
“Please, Claire.”
“Ask.”
“Do you seriously want me to beg for it?”
“Yes. I do.”
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Date: 2009-06-10 07:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 10:01 pm (UTC)Their touches start off quick, fleeting in a way that reminds them of their teenage years, and become bolder as they sip their drinks. Adelle trails her hand over Claire’s cheek, down her neck, scraping her nail up the valley between the younger woman’s breasts. The doctor leans forward, their lips grazing as her fingers leave little half-moons on Adelle’s thighs.
Clothing strewed around the room and in bed together, they are completely different people. Claire is outgoing, a sharp contrast from her shyness during the day, while Adelle is more than willing to let the younger woman take the reins. They are silent, save for a few gasps and moans. Their questions never leave their lips but are instead asked in the form of contact. An arched back requests a warm touch, hips canted upward beg for nimble fingers.
In the morning, they gather the scattered articles of clothing and dress in silence. Claire collects her folders and Adelle shows her out of the office, offering a small smile and a brief touch on the small of her back. Their arrangement is already understood and words would only get in the way.
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Date: 2009-06-10 07:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 10:49 am (UTC)But there are limits. And unlike more negotiable limits - the range of the human genome, constitutionally guaranteed rights, and the laws of physics, to name a few - there are some boundary lines that Mohinder and Parkman won't cross.
Mohinder won't ever, ever mention Janice to Parkman. No matter how tempting in the middle of a heated argument, Mohinder won't bring it up.
Just like Parkman will never mention Sylar.
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Date: 2009-06-10 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-15 06:30 am (UTC)She couldn't tell him, not even if she hadn't been in a denial. The world was ending, and they had to stop it together. There was no time for love, and when the world didn't end and Sunnydale was just a crater in the ground, Buffy really wished there had been time.
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Date: 2009-06-10 07:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 07:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-13 06:15 pm (UTC)“Look, about that—“
“Yeah, yeah you were trying to save someone. Your first clue that something was up with your contact? The fact that he had a whole room filled with wacky weed!”
“If you would just—“
“That was my favorite shirt and now it’s got a scorch mark on it!”
“Ms. DeWitt said you were to accommodate me.”
“Yeah, like I’m scared of her.”
“…”
“Okay, so I’m scared of her. But that’s not the point!”
“I’ll buy you new shirt if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Uh, not that simple. Limited edition, Comic Con, 2001.”
“I have contacts, people that go undercover at the convention. I can get you membership passes, exclusive DVDs, action figures, everything a geek like yourself would love to get his hands on.”
“…Let me grab a juice box and then we can discuss it.”
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Date: 2009-06-10 07:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 07:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 03:12 pm (UTC)"Tony...mmm...you've gotta go slow with me. I'm not one of your sexed-up hussies - "
"Really? You're definitely sexed-up, because I'm sexing you up right now, and - "
"If you call me a hussy you can forget the whole thing - "
"Mmm, no, you seem to be enjoying yourself..."
"Yeah, well - Oh. Oh."
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He goes slow with her, because she's right, she's not a hussy. She doesn't move like one, under his hands. They're all artifice and squirm and girlish squeals. But she...
She looks up at him, breath heaving, her eyes dark, and she smiles, and it's her smile, it's always been her smile that got him, not the legs - he runs his hands over them, and she sighs - nor the breasts - he lowers his head to taste, and she arches into him, her head thrown back in pleasure - nor that long column of neck just begging for his tongue, or the hair he buries his hands in, but the smile, small and shy and mischievous and as goddamn brilliant as his own.
And that's not something Tony Stark likes to admit.
So he doesn't say it aloud, but pushes the words into her mouth with his tongue and maybe she understands - she's always understood the unspoken - because her eyes glint and she responds, tongue on tongue, skin on skin, smile against smile.
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Date: 2009-06-10 07:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 07:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-14 05:23 pm (UTC)Castle looks up from his lap top to see Alexis holding a copy of his newest book.
"You realise that Detective Beckett is going to shoot you right?" She sits down next to him. "I'd rather have a live father."
He leans down to look at the page she has open.
"It's not that bad, she'll be flattered." Alexis looks at him snottily. "What."
"Seriously? You believe that? You called her a, and I quote, A lithe woman, strong and determined yet always shadowed by the hidden sadness in her past. That's not even counting the paragraph about her breasts that I'm not going to read aloud."
He takes the manuscript, flicking forward a few pages before finding the one he wants.
"What about this then? 'Rawlings rounds the corner at a run and Nikki reached her hand out and grabbed the back of his jacket. He landed in a thud at her feet.'" He glances at Alexis who shrugs at him.
"I'm not saying it's not good writing dad, just that when she reads it you might want to be somewhere else. An ocean might be enough space."
Alexis smiles at him and taps the pages in his hands.
"Maybe basing a book on an actual cop wasn't the best idea you've ever had."
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Date: 2009-06-10 07:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-28 10:31 pm (UTC)Truth is, Tifa likes the noises he makes. The little bursts of breath, the way he bites back noises, the control he has over himself. The contract when she manages to drive him wild and break that fine control. She isn't usually a tease, but the noises he makes are too much to be passed up, and the way he looks -- the way he responds -- his hands in her hair, his face twisted with it, with bliss -- that's too good.
So she doesn't mind, not really. It kind of makes it more fun.
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Date: 2009-06-10 07:53 am (UTC):] Dean/Cas
Date: 2009-06-10 08:11 am (UTC)"I don't think you understand what you're getting into here Cas..."
"No, Dean, I am perfectly aware of what I am sent here to do. and it involves you in everyway."
"But I'm screwed up Cas, don't you get it?"
"I think it is you that does not get it Dean Winchester. There are far more valuable things than the trivial things you see."
"You just want to complete your mission."
"No Dean, I want to complete you."
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Date: 2009-06-10 07:53 am (UTC);o; Rose/Jack
Date: 2009-06-10 08:19 am (UTC)The hours pasted, and she held on. Jack had died hours earlier. His skin now this ghostly blue, his last words I love you, and if she could have cried she would.
In the distance she could hear the rescue crews. She could hear the sobbing of the surviving people in their boats. She could hear it all, and yet she felt numb, and heartbroken. Why did she get to live, when her heart had died?
Rose gently pealed her hand out of Jack's. The pin pricks of low blood circulation starting to take over her whole body in even more excruciating pain. She sobbed as his body sunk to the ocean floor beneath them. She cried out for the crews yards away. But her cries were more for her lost love than the wish to be saved.
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Date: 2009-06-10 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 03:21 pm (UTC)"Yeah?"
"How open is you and Chuck's relationship?"
"Open? Like, open like hey we're in a relationship you can tell because we hold hands but only when she's wearing gloves or maybe I am, and we kiss through plasticwrap? Because I don't know whether that's really very open - "
"No, I mean, like, open to having sex with other people."
"...I'm not having sex with you, Olive."
"Sure, sure, I know, Ned. Well, not JUST you. What I'm saying is...She's gotta get lonely, too, when you can't touch her - "
"Are you suggesting you have sex with Chuck? Uh."
"Well, I'm suggesting that WE have sex with her, only, it'd be more like you having sex with me and then me having sex with her, since you can't touch her."
"...."
"Come ON, Ned. Threesomes aren't cheating!"
"Table three needs an apple and a cherry, Olive."
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Date: 2009-06-10 08:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-10 03:34 pm (UTC)And for a moment his face is surprised, and then it's smiling but it's not only his new smile but his old smile, the smile of the man who insisted he could dance, in the basement of the hospital in during the London Blitz. And she starts crying again, because she has the new Doctor standing there waiting for her, and it's this Doctor, with the big ears and the grin in the face of danger, who sometimes got angry and often got scared and was somehow more...hers than the other one, it's this Doctor that she's saying goodbye to.
And she thinks for a moment that he sees it, too, sees that that's what she needs, because he leans down and his lips brush her ear, and she lets him go with his whispered, "Fantastic!" echoing in her mind.
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