#Fic Dialogue Snippets

[creweemmaeec11]

Why is asking permission for certain things, both romantic and platonic, one of the cutest, most heart-fluttering things ever?

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Would you like me to carry your jacket?"

"Can I hug you?"

"Would it be alright if we cuddled?"

"Can I play with your hair?"

"Might I walk you home?"

"Can I tickle you?

"Is it okay if I kiss you goodbye?"

"Can I hold onto your arm while we walk?"

"Can I rest my head on your shoulder?"

"Is it okay if I call you (nickname)?"

"I'd really like to kiss you right now, if that's okay with you,"

"Would you let me take care of you?"

[allgremlinart]

Jet and Zuko meet on the ferry is TIRED. Jet and Zuko meet after S2E7 "Zuko Alone" is WIRED

[wordsofwilderness]

Found this beauty in my writing notes:

[idliketobeatree]

(gif by mellxncollie)

@wordsinhaled was wondering if "edwin thought he was gonna get kissed here. the way he like. almost draws himself up a little like he's not ready omg. or what he thought charles was gonna say"

and. in another universe.

—

Edwin sees Charles' eyes flutter close as he moves in. His confession hangs in the air, heavy and flaming like the wisps of Hell lapping at their heels and everything comes to a halt when he creaks out, "wait!"

Charles stills. The air around them, too.

"Oh— shit, I mean— sorry!"

And Edwin is in a desperate need for another breath but his lungs are too full, pleurae stretched to their capacities. He shakes his head quickly, almost throwing them off-balance, down the staircase, to where the demon spider-doll's mantles are steadily dripping with Edwin's real blood, to certain fucking doom. And then he thinks, hysterically, I wasn't ready. I don't look nice. My mouth tastes like blood. I've been crying—

"No, you misunderstand, I want this— I want you. I am merely—"

What a terrible time, for Charles to not understand what he's trying to say at all.

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re a super villain.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

“What?”

“Oh, sorry love, I thought we were stating facts.”

“You—“

“Called you gorgeous? Yes.”

“No—that’s not what I—god, you collapsed the bridge this morning.”

“Ah yes. I did that too. In more pressing matters, do you have a preference towards wine?”

“I don’t—“

“I’ll pick, then.”

“All those people—“

“Were unfortunate casualties. Look. Stop trying to call for help under the tablecloth, I can see you. Look at me. I am a villain, yes, but I would give you the world. A hero? They would give you up for the world. Do you really want to love someone who will never put you first?”

“…no.”

“Excellent. Now, do you like pasta?”

“Um. Yes?”

The super villain smiled.

In the end, loving them was easier than the civilian had thought.

[neongalaxiie]

"Absolutely not."

"Huh?" The hero cocked her head and stared at the villain in confusion. "Why not?"

The villain just shook his head in utter disgust, his arms crossed. "I'm not going to let you do this to yourself. You've put yourself in enough trouble as it is."

"Villain, come on," the hero whined, bending forward and shaking his arm. "I'm a full-grown adult now! You can't keep treating me like a baby."

The villain shook her off and pushed off the brick wall. "You're still young, inexperienced." The villain's eyes pulsed, slightly frustrated. "You're not ready for them."

"Oh, you don't know how ready I am." She bounced on one foot and then the other, warming up. "I was born ready! Like I've been training my whole life for this moment."

The next instant, the hero was pinned to the wall by the throat. The villain's eyes were steely focused on her, flaring even, as he said, slowly and deliberately, "You're. Not. Ready. And you won't be for a very long time. Trust me."

He let her go and she half-collapsed out of shock, clutching her neck and gasping for breath. The fact that she wasn't prepared for his sudden attack was sickening. Her mouth opened and closed involuntarily as the villain walked toward the street, his cape flapping in the breeze. He turned to look at her one more time and said, "You won't be fighting them, but I will. Stay put and stay out of trouble; and whatever you do, do not approach them."

The villain left the hero alone in the alley. It turned out, the opposition proved to be a pain even for the villain.

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

I wasn't gonna post anything from this one bc it's so close to being done I might just post it within a day or two (no promises tho lol) but I'm loving it so much and I can't resist posting a snippet haha

so here's a bit of my 7x06 tommy's pov fic!

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(...) “my sister finally married the love of her life,” a kiss to Tommy’s chin, then another, and one more, and Tommy laughs again. “And I,” Evan grins against Tommy’s lips as he kisses him again, “I have a really hot date to her wedding.”

“Yeah, straight out of a fire.” Tommy smirks and bumps their noses together, and Evan laughs, Tommy drinking in the adorable sound. It all feels- it feels intimate, familiar, more than it should be at this stage.

“Mhm, even hotter now.” he leaves one more kiss on Tommy’s lips. “And I’m just- I’m really happy you’re here, Tommy.” Evan pulls away, this time enough to look into Tommy’s eyes, his own shining excitedly, face softening, as he whispers, with something like awe in his voice, “You made it.”

“Of course.” Tommy answers earnestly, feeling a fond smile pull at his own lips, his chest swelling at the look Evan gives him, something so affectionate and wonderstruck – he doesn’t think anyone has ever looked at him like this. It could be overwhelming, if he didn’t feel the exact same way. “We had a date.”

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[the-bar-sinister]

“You’ve had me here for weeks now. Please tell me you’re going to untie me. I won’t try to escape.”

“Sorry, babe , trust isn’t won that easily.”

“How can I get you to trust me, then?”

“You could kill someone. How about that? I’ll bring someone here, and you kill them, and then I’ll trust that you’re not going to run away and cry to the cops about this.”

[helianyx]

trust exercise -

pairing: sylus x mc word count: 1,106 summary: Sylus makes a very simple request with a few not-so-simple underlying implications, and MC tries to fit another piece of the puzzle that is 'Sylus' into place… tags/warnings: more lighthearted, conversational exchanges from me, developing relationship, canon compliant a/n: I was mistaken this was actually my first little fic/test at writing LADS that I forgot about lol. Just a very small one-shot inspired by some of Sylus's dialogue at the café when he's wearing his Unrestrained outfit. P.S. I forbid any use of my writing in any form of generative or AI training, thank you!

(ao3 link)

“Hand me your phone.” 

Sitting in the relative silence of the cafe, the command came out of the blue. She arched a brow at her companion, lounging in the seat beside her with a travel guide on his lap and looking back at her- ‘Expectantly’ was not the right word, not quite. When Sylus gave a command he ‘expected’ it to be followed, to such a degree ‘expectation’ never really factored in, it was a step of any exchange that could be glossed over. 

That wasn’t always the case with them so much, but all the same the muted expression on his face was quietly patient. He always seemed to be thinking ten steps ahead - and that was probably a gross underestimation. In fact, she was sure if she suggested that out loud he’d scoff and feign offense. 

Piecing together the puzzle of who Sylus was had given her this much insight at least. In this blip of a moment between them, as she stared at him in a brief stupor over his sudden ‘request’, he had already anticipated it. He knew she would be bewildered, possibly deny him, ask questions. And who wouldn’t? A phone these days held a lot of personal information, you didn’t just hand over your contact and financial information, your private conversations and what-all-else to just anyone. 

Of course, she had little to no doubt that if the boss of Onychinus wanted, he could easily get whatever information he wanted, so…

So underneath the simple request was a veiled test: Do you trust me? And in making the request: I want to earn your trust. 

But the ‘blip of a moment’ was just a breath too long apparently, and Sylus gave a low chuckle, smirking as he tilted his head, curling his fingers coaxingly.

“You’re overthinking it, sweetie.” 

“With you, I highly doubt that.” She sighed and shook her head, but tapped in her passcode and handed it over to him. Briefly she wondered if he already knew the code, but maybe she’d sleep easier if she didn’t know the answer to that. 

Resting her elbow on the armrest and her chin in her palm, she watched him as he languidly tapped at her screen, unable to see what he was actually doing. His expression gave away nothing, though - no hint of whether he was perusing her conversations or camera roll. No sign he was finding anything amusing, or dissatisfying in one way or another. 

“If I ask ‘What are you doing?’ I suppose you’ll just tell me…” Her words fell off, and like a gentleman he picked them up.

“Patience, kitten.” He drawled with a smirk, crimson gaze flitting up at her briefly before returning to whatever he was doing. 

It was another piece of the puzzle she was toying with, figuring out where it fit. Once, she might have expected him to be the sort to dislike assumptions being made about his character, or it being suggested she found him ‘predictable’. (Not that she’d ever be foolish enough to believe that.) 

Instead he found such suggestions amusing most of the time, and beneath that, if she got particularly close to the truth… It seemed he really liked it. Being seen. Being known. It surprised her, and it only surprised her more that she found it endearing. 

And it felt good to know that those efforts towards understanding weren’t for naught. Once she got past another of his walls or defenses, he didn’t push her away or deny her, but welcomed her in. 

With a quiet, contented sigh, she found herself smiling as she watched him. Actually, come to think of it…. She should have asked to look at his phone! She’d been so lost in her thoughts it didn’t occur to her and now she was kicking herself. 

But just as she was about to jump on that opportunity he finally turned her phone towards her, showing her a new screen display with a map on it. A small red icon indicated…? She took the phone and squinted at the lines on the map and the names of the roads. 

“Is this…?” Looking up at him, he was running the pad of his thumb over the tips of his other fingers, nonchalant as could be. Then he tapped his index finger against the necklace he was wearing.

“The necklace's locator has been modified and is now bound to your device. You'll get my coordinates when it's necessary.”

For a stunned second she felt like all of the walls and defenses in her brain were entirely obliterated. Or maybe it was just her mind itself that was blown. By now she had zero suspicion he would lie to her, let alone about something so out of the blue like this. 

When they’d first gotten involved with each other she’d often make a list of possibilities a mile long for what devious, underhanded schemes he might have had in store for everything he said or did. After all, he said himself he made countless plans for every possibility, but at the very least, where she was concerned, those schemes had never truly harmed or undermined her. In fact nowadays it seemed he actually schemed for her benefit.

She wondered if she admitted to him she’d actually trimmed those lists of suspicions down, whether he’d condescendingly scold her, or give her that rare, genuine smile. 

Letting himself, the leader of Onychinus, be tracked like this… And… for what? Her peace of mind? She wanted to say she didn’t need something like this, but somehow it really did make her happy. He asked for her trust and she gave it to him, and he returned it with interest. 

Though her mind did hitch on the last part of what he’d said.

“And… when it’s not necessary?” 

“Then you won’t.” 

“So I’ll know when you’re getting into trouble.” 

“That’s more my way of keeping you -out- of trouble.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled, looking down at the little red marker sitting beside her in the cafe. 

“You know, I’m pretty sure most girls would start having trust issues with a caveat like that.” Where is he? Why won’t he tell me? Surely he’s off with some other girl. Haha, it was almost laughable to imagine, because it seemed so utterly absurd with Sylus. 

And what a startling realization that was. 

“But you know better.” Never a question, a statement as confident and unfaltering as ever with him. Lately, she found that confidence contagious.

She laughed, and then that laughter trickled off into a fond sigh as she smiled at him. “I know better.”

[vinelark]

rereading chapter 4 and like tim being tim ofc would never have done it. but i think the FUNNIEST situation would have been if tim decided to say he's robin during the whole break up scene anyway because he doesn't want to chicken out

kon turning to leave him and tim is like

tim: wait. even if you- even if you don't- i promised i would do this so-

tim: i'm robin

kon: ......

kon: uh so i know i just broke up with you but-

kon would 100% blue screen and think he was somehow getting pranked for at least ten seconds, which is plenty of time for tim to catastrophize a dozen times over. by the time kon gets around to responding tim would be halfway through constructing a new identity for himself and mentally writing a packing list to move to alaska and go off the grid forever.

but THEN they’d talk and certain crises would be averted. (though not entirely, because checkered shirt guy would still be out there waiting to pounce.)

[lookingfts]

"Do you ever miss it?" Quietly. She doesn't want to break the peace between them, especially not with this. "How we used to be?"

Anthony's chest rises and falls. His fingers are tangled with hers, and his thumb strokes gently over her pinkie. "No," he says, like he's thought about it. "I mean, we had our good moments. Being with you was always...always good. But..."

She squeezes his fingers. Lets him know that she's listening, that there's no rush. There's no rush anymore.

"You always had one foot out. I could feel it. I could feel myself losing you and I just drank more to numb that pain and it made you want me even less." His voice is tight, but she knows it's okay. They've talked about it so much, how he doesn't blame her for leaving, how she doesn't blame him for struggling. It just wasn't the right time, but they never stopped loving each other. Not really. "And now you're here. Like, I know you're here. I know you'll answer when I call and I know I'll see you when I come home. And so, fuck, it's so much better."

[writersbloxx]

Poetry/Prose Spelling Bee

Uncommon/Obscure words I find interesting

Desiderium: an ardent desire or longing; especially a feeling of loss or grief for something lost

Compunctious: Feeling remorse or regret; characterized by guilt or moral scruple that prevents or follows the doing of something bad.

Leucocholy: a state of feeling that accompanies preoccupation with trivial and insipid diversions

Callosity: a lack of feeling or capacity for emotion

Solivagant: rambling alone; marked by solitary wandering

[creweemmaeec11]

An asexual but physically attractive vampire who finds it so cutely amusing listening to the frantic heartbeat of people attracted to them.

[bigsnzstanacct]

“O-oh shihhhh…”

“Uh oh, cover your ears, she’s about to blow…”

“H-honey you kn-knuuhhhhh… y’know I h-hate thahhhh… hhahhHHHHH… HHHHUUHHHH… HHHHHEEEEIIIIIISSSSHHHHHHHHOOOOO!!” She all but screamed out.

“Leave in your earplugs, there’s three or four more to come!”

“YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIISSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!”

“Once the cannon starts firing…”

“EEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWIIEE!!”

“Doesn’t stop til its blown out all the gunpowder!”

“YYYYYEEEIIIIIIIIISSSHHHH!!! HHHHHHHHEEEEEEIIIIIIIIISSSSHHHHHHHH!!! HhUUUUUUUHHHHHHH… HHUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH… HHHEEEUUUUUUHHHHHHH???”

“Big finale!”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!”

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 11

I had an absolute blast with this prompt and I've been looking forward to it for a while. I should've gone and bought some wine so I could write being IDed from experience though. Unrealistic writing 😮😮😮

Convenience Store

Each item was set neatly on the conveyor belt.

A roll of duct tape. Kleenex. Air freshener. Trash bags. Zipties. Rubbing alcohol. Superglue. A bottle of merlot. Disinfectant. Sponges. Latex gloves. A wrist brace. Ibuprofen. A hammer. And a bar of chocolate.

A bright beep sounded as the cashier scanned each one.

“Doing some home improvement?” They smiled, placing the superglue onto the other side of the conveyor where one of their customers, the shorter of the two, was busy bagging with their head down. The other stacked the empty shopping basket with the others and pulled out their wallet.

“Definitely an improvement project,” they nodded back with a knowing look. “The whole thing just needs to be demolished and rebuilt at this point.”

“Oh I hear you. A pipe burst in my basement just last month and my spouse had to stop me from tearing the whole thing down then and there.” The cashier scanned the wine and paused. “Your ID please, Mx.?”

They flashed it with a toothy grin. 

“I’m flattered!”

“Just doing my job. Thank you.” They typed something into the system and picked up the next item. A few items later, a snort broke their calm demeanor.

“Hm?”

“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry Mx! Just had a funny thought.” The cashier scanned the hammer. 

“Do share! Lord knows we could use the humor.” They elbowed their partner who smiled meekly and nodded along, balancing with a crutch under their arm. 

“Well, sometimes home improvement supplies look a lot like premeditated murder supplies,” they giggled, and the taller one broke out into raucous laughter. The shorter just shook their head. “Sorry, I meant no offense.”

Realizing they were being addressed, they fixed the sullen expression across their face.

“Ah, none taken! I’ve just had a tough day, what with this shithead and all.” A playful poke to their partner who just laughed again.

“You’re in for it when we get home!” They stuck out their tongue.

The other went back to catch the items they’d missed in that time, slipping the chocolate bar in their pocket. 

“Alright, cash or card?”

“Card please.”

“Your receipt?” 

“Sure, why not.”

“Perfect. Have a good one!” 

“You too!”

The taller one took most of the bags, but the other still managed to carry one. They were almost out the door when a voice shouted out.

“Oh! Excuse me, I think you forgot one of your items!” The cashier held up the hammer, and the couple turned around. Neither came forward to claim it, but with a nudge and a whisper, the shorter allowed the cashier to drop it into their bag. “Can’t do any demolition without that, can you?” 

“Absolutely not, I’m glad we didn’t forget it!” The other didn’t say a word, struggling to lift the bag now, and then the two were gone. 

.

“Interesting what you choose to forget, darling.” A hissing whisper in their ear, so different from the friendly persona they put on in public.

“I don’t… I don’t know what you’re implying,” they averted their eyes as the trunk of the car opened. Fuck. 

Their captor’s foot landed on their broken ankle and they had to suppress a scream.

“I let you have one good leg for today. Don’t let me regret it.” The bag was taken right out of their hand. “In.”

They crutched up to the passenger door but a clearing of the throat stopped them.

“Childlock doesn’t work on that seat.”

Somehow, climbing into the back was more humiliating after that comment. The door was slammed shut before they could do so themself, and they felt the car shake with how hard the trunk was slammed. A horrible indicator of what was to come.

“I behaved around the store,” they grumbled when the doors locked and the engine turned on. 

“And then you fuckin’ ruined it.” 

“Black and white thinking much…” 

A fist flew against the passenger headrest and they were suddenly grateful to be flinching in the backseat.

“I’m buying a car with blacked out windows. That way, next time, I can throttle you in the backseat.”

[becomingthevlillainsfamily]

Hero x Villain

“They still send kids to fight their battles” hero’s eyes narrowed down with anger, barely shutting down the trauma etching to resurface, she stepped back, having a very good idea and experience of the events that would follow once you were caught, she couldn't prevent herself to break the rules, to break into the villain's lair. Her younger self knew that brainwashing was the worst but still it was second to torture, and so she promised to execute the plan, so that others wouldn't have to suffer from the agonizing things which would haunt them forever.

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The grimy prison like warehouse, where the heroes in training were stacked up like commodities had left an irreparable impact on hero’s mind, and so here she was easily figuring out the prison in the villain’s lair. The grubby charred rods reminding her of the last torture ‘the others’ were subjected to, lowering down on knees witnessing the dim darkness covering her vision she whispered “No kids” only a bracelet she knew, the young trainee had the one she had given him. Various thoughts swirled in her mind, it had been years maybe the villains had changed their ways, their actions? Maybe they don’t lock the prisoners out here but where if not in this maze, her reasoning clogged up with indescribable thoughts soon chipped in with an alarm ringing in her head, forcing the hero to swipe a kick at the assailant, to send him off his footing. “I knew you would do this” the grip on hero’s ankle tightened as the now known figure pulled her ankle towards him, sending her off balance and on the ground, “Of all people” she gritted her teeth, the villain slowly closening the distance between them, his hand travelling up from her ankle to her knees, and slowly a bit up more “What do you think you are doing?” the unrestrained and unhesitant actions sending the hero in a frenzy, as she lodged a dagger out of her right boot and swung it at the villain’s neck, her wrist now in his grip. “You're portraying me as the villain.” the villain sobbed “You've never condemned actions like these before, so why now, darling?” the last word, sending shivers down the hero’s spine, as the villain threw away the dagger, trying to gain command over the situation over her strange reactions, over her now red neck and flaming cheeks as the hero reminisced about all of his previous actions, she shouted “Are you talking about those one sided actions of y-yours” it was hard to keep hold of the conversation and situation whenever she was facing him, as the hand slowly pulled up now both on each of her legs, the villain smirked, tilting his now near head towards the hero’s face, his eyes taking in every detail of the figure in front of him trembling, the now red cheeks and neck, he backed away instantly “Oh no” a twinge of sadness in the words, as he pulled his hands on his chest making a cross, “How could you think of such things?” the sudden pitiful act making the hero stand up on her legs, “What thoughts” she screamed, the accusator now audibly sobbing, she grabbed the shoulder of the guy in front of her, who easily fell back supporting his fallen figure with an arm and other over his mouth, sniffling again “Oh my” the hero flinched trying to pull back as a hand slinged behind her back and tugged her towards him, The grip on her waist remained firm as she noticed her left leg resting over his right, with the other kneeled on the ground. Gently stroking the corners of the hero's eyes, the villain whispered, 'Now' He carefully lifted the hero onto his raised leg, allowing her legs to dangle beautifully on either side, just as he liked. The hero trembled at the sensation of his breath against her face as he asked, 'Would you like to talk about the reason for your visit?'.