#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

[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.

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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, 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.

[wordsofwilderness]

Found this beauty in my writing notes:

[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.

[anniebass]

new old man pwp fic is out

[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-modern-typewriter]

"Well, don't you just look like a fresh summer's day."

The hero picked their head up from the table, levelling a disbelieving glare at the villain. "There are a million other crappy diners you could be in right now."

"This one has the best coffee and pancakes."

The hero wondered if it would be over if they dropped their head back down.

The villain sauntered over to the counter, flashing a smile at the twenty-something taking orders, who had the audacity to perk up at one in the damn morning. The villain then had the even greater audacity to slide smoothly into the hero's booth, circling an arm around the hero's shoulders.

The hero turned their head, slowly, in the villain's direction.

The villain did not take the hint. They did a terrible wink with a clicking noise.

The hero considered starting a fight. They considered leaving. They dropped their head back on the table again.

"My," the villain said. "Now this is actually sad." Their hand withdrew. They kicked the hero's shin. "You okay?"

The hero laughed.

"Talk to me. I can hostage this whole place."

"Then you wouldn't keep getting your coffee and pancakes."

"Mm. True." In an instant, the villain's hand tightened in the hero's hair, yanking their head back.

"Hey - ow -"

"Talk. To. Me." The villain's voice was deadly against the hero's ear. "I don't like feeling concerned. I'd like to be back to wanting to kill you by the time my pancakes arrive."

"Chocolate chip or maple bacon?"

The villain's grip tightened, warning.

It was so stupid.

"I'm just - let go, alright? You're causing a scene. I like it here. Don't cause a scene, it's awkward."

The villain's head tilted, but they let go. The previous playful smile was back on their face, but they did shift so they were facing the hero on the other side of the booth. They made a show of a listening posture, head cupped in both hands.

The hero's jaw clenched. "I'm just tired."

"Poor baby."

"You asked."

"I'm being sympathetic."

"I hate you."

"Cling to that emotion. I was worried for a second there that you were getting depressed."

"You know, I was in here first. I feel like that means I get dibs. Are you done being concerned? I think I prefer you murderous."

"You know." The villain beamed at the server as they set down a steaming mug of coffee and a stack of pancakes smothered in banana and caramel. The smile dropped the second they speared their gaze back on the hero. "I really wish I was." They shoved the plate at the hero. "You've got far too skinny. Eat."

The hero stared.

They couldn't quite muster the energy to move. To do anything.

"Eat."

The hero ate the pancakes.

[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.”

[toohottohoot]

Quick prompt!

Villain shifted, and embraced Hero. But it wasn’t a hug, was it? It was too empty, too loose, too wrong to be called something so nice as a hug. “I’m sorry for your loss,” Villain cooed, and Hero tried not to punch villain in their face then and there.

[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."

[creweemmaeec11]

"My eyes are up here,"

"Yeah, but your knife certainly isn't,"

[philosophiums]

can you share any excerpts or favorite lines of dialogue you've written so far for the jjk atla au fic?

HI HELLO YES

there is ample stuff that i don't want to share yet A) because this is just a first draft and B) because there's spoilers abound, but this snippet from chapter 1 is, i think, not spoilery and will probably stick around as-is because i like it:

they're a family your honor :')

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hey remember that caramel-carmel Fake Script i was writing? yeah it's technically not done but i'm tired of tinkering with it so here it is! we'll just say it's a uhhhh uncovered partial script or somethin

this is not in any way official! it's a 100% unaffiliated fanwork & i am Just Fucking Around for Funsies

~

BARNABY: oh, I love carmul!

FRANK: [long, disgusted pause] …what? 

BARNABY: Carmul! You know, those tasty little treats you’re holdin’!

FRANK: You mean caramel?

BARNABY: That’s what I said.

FRANK: [scoffs] No, you didn’t. You said carmul.

BARNABY: We’re sayin’ the same thing here.

FRANK: We absolutely are not!

JULIE: [giggles] You really aren’t.

BARNABY: Carmul, caramel, tomato, tomahto! What does it matter!

FRANK: [flustered, stammering] It - it matters! Julie, you agree with me, don’t you?

JULIE: Well… I don’t know, Frank! I think both are fun!

FRANK: You’re both wrong, then! Wally, you agree with me, don’t you?

WALLY: [hesitant] …I say carmul.

FRANK: No! Not you too! How could you poison him like this, Barnaby?

BARNABY: Don’t look at me! I’m innocent, honest!

FRANK: Ha! So you admit that carmul is the wrong pronunciation!

BARNABY: [groans] ah, geez… throw a dog a bone!

FRANK: I’d be delighted to if you’d just-

[distant yelp as Eddie trips off-screen] 

FRANK: Eddie! Thank goodness, finally someone who can put an end to this debate!

EDDIE: [nervous laugh] Oh no, what did I stumble into this time? 

BARNABY: Hold on a tic, Frank. Hey Ed, take this. What do you call that tasty treat?

EDDIE: [with a tinge of fear] A… caramel?

FRANK: [triumphant] a-HA!

SALLY: [approaching] Did someone mention carmul?

FRANK: AGH!

BARNABY: [delighted] Perfect timing, Sally!

SALLY: What, for a delicious morsel? Hand it over, thank you!

FRANK: You’re all wrong, and I’ll prove it! We’re going to go around the neighborhood and - wait. [under his breath] One two three four - [returns to normal volume] we’re taking this to Poppy’s!

BARNABY: Then Home, then Howdy, yeah yeah - might as well ask the daisies, too.

JULIE: Oooh, and the butterflies! 

SALLY: While we’re at it, we should phone everyone in the book, just to get the widest audience input.

FRANK: [unamused] You all think you’re so funny. 

EDDIE: Well, you gotta admit it’s… it’s… 

[brief, tense pause. Eddie clears his throat]

EDDIE: It’s perfectly sensible!

[Frank makes an affronted noise]

FRANK: Poppy will see sense.

-

POPPY: I’d be delighted to have a cah-mehl, but I’m afraid it-

FRANK: [aghast, truly astonished] You’re joking. You have to be joking. CAH-MEHL? Does no one in this town have sense?! Besides Eddie, of course. And Julie - on a technicality.

EDDIE: [oddly pleased] Why thank you. 

POPPY: My goodness, did- did I say it wrong?

BARNABY: [gleeful] Not in the least, Pops!

SALLY: As far as I’m concerned, you added an extra layer of… pizazz to the word. In fact, I may adjust my own pronunciation accordingly!  

POPPY: [flustered] Oh, well, I didn’t - don’t change on my account -

SALLY: Take the compliment, Poppy. 

POPPY: [meekly] Thank you.

[Sally wanders from the group, practicing the slightly adjusted pronunciation]

WALLY: I’m not sure I understand. What’s wrong with carmul or… care… mul… carmel…

POPPY: Don’t strain yourself dear, you’ll get a migraine.

FRANK: What’s wrong is that it’s ENTIRELY incorrect! It! Is! Pronounced! Caramel!

JULIE: Aww, Frank, I’m sure Home and Howdy will agree with us! Team Caramel, WOOO!

BARNABY: [barely restrained disbelief] Boy, won’t they! 

POPPY: I’m not sure what the fuss is about… there isn’t much of a difference, is there?

[Frank makes a high pitched, frustrated noise and stomps off. He can be heard calling Home’s name in the background]

JULIE: Oop, there he goes!

POPPY:  Oh - oh dear. I didn’t mean to rile him up.

BARNABY: Don’t twist your beak about it - Frank’s just bein’ Frank. Now if you’ll excuse us, I wanna see how it goes with Home.

WALLY: [quietly, thoughtful] But Home doesn’t talk like us…

POPPY: If you’re sure… Do let me know how it goes. 

SALLY: [swaying back to the group] I’ll phone you post-haste! Or even better, I can come by for one of your delicious muffins and regale you with the whole escapade, in detail.

POPPY: [audibly pleased] That sounds - well that sounds like a wonderful idea! I have some fresh from this morning-

BARNABY: Sounds great! See you around, Poppy.

-

FRANK: Home, I have an important question to ask you. Is the correct pronunciation for this candy ‘carmul’, or ‘caramel’? One creak for caramel, two for the incorrect carmul.

BARNABY: Talk about a bias…

[Home stays silent. Sally yawns.]

FRANK: One creak for caramel, two-

[Home slowly shuts their curtains]

FRANK: Hmph! The nerve… well, I suppose a house that can’t speak shouldn’t have a say, anyway.

WALLY: Home can speak. He just does it differently.

BARNABY: And I’m pretty sure they just agreed with me, Walls, an’ Sally.

JULIE: They did not!

BARNABY: Looked like it to me!

SALLY: I have to agree with Julie. Home just declared itself a neutral party, and so the vote can’t be counted either way. On to Howardson!

JULIE: Yes! Howdy! Our last hope!

FRANK: He may have terrible taste in company, but he’s a sensible businessman. Poppy and Home have let me-

JULIE: Us!

FRANK: -us down, but surely Howdy will back us up. 

BARNABY: [faux-serious tone, knows something they don’t] Absolutely. Without a doubt.

-

[store bell chimes]

HOWDY: Howdy-do - [brief pause, a tinge of surprise] everyone! My my, what brings the entire neighborhood to my bountiful bodega? Finally decided to clean me out for good?

BARNABY: [snorts] With how fast you restock? I think I’d break my funnybone!

FRANK: We have important business.

HOWDY: [mildly curious] Do we? That’s news to me! But I’m letting you know now that I don’t deal in bugs, Frankly. It’d be hypocritical. 

FRANK: Believe me, I wish I were here to talk insects. Unfortunately, I need to settle a score. Mr. Dear, if you would?

EDDIE: If I would what?

SALLY: [stage-whisper] Barnabello gave you the, ah, parcel earlier?

EDDIE: The…? Oh! Oh, right - I have it right here, just… give me a second… which pocket…? There we go.

[sound of a small, hard candy placed on the countertop] 

HOWDY: A carmul all for me? You shouldn’t have! No, really, you shouldn’t have. I’m on the clock.

BARNABY: [loud bark of laughter] I knew I could count on you, pal! So what’s the tally, Frankie?

[Frank mutters something inaudible]

BARNABY: What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me bein’ right!

FRANK: [explosive] You’re all wrong! The correct pronunciation is caramel, CARAMEL! You’re all - you’re all just - heathens! Heathens, I say! I’m taking my company elsewhere! 

EDDIE: Mr. Frankly…

JULIE: [overlapping, following] Aw, c’mon Frank! 

[the door jingles. Julie and Frank’s hushed arguing in the doorway underlies the dialogue]

HOWDY: It sounds like I missed quite the context! Mind filling me in?

BARNABY: That was pretty much it; a real potato potahto argument.

HOWDY: If you say so, Barn. Speaking of potahtos-

[the background argument abruptly cuts off, the door jingles again as it's closed]

FRANK: [rapidly rejoining the group] Hold it! You don’t really say potahto, do you?

BARNABY: [under breath] Here we go again…

SALLY: [deeply amused] Where on Earth did you pick up such a butchered pronunciation? I must have missed the sign on my tour down from the heavens.

EDDIE: [baffled, underlying the dialogue] I’ve never heard anyone say it that way.

JULIE: Oh! Is it a joke? Like, Barnaby says potato-potahto, and then you jokingly say potahto to make us laugh? 

HOWDY: It’s not a joke. That’s how it’s said.

FRANK: [genuinely disturbed] No - no one says that. It’s potato.

HOWDY: Well I say potahto, thank you very much! And if you ever want one from my store again, you’d do well to accept that.

[Various grumbles of reluctant acceptance]

HOWDY: Good. Now, can I get any of you a refreshing drink after such a squall? You must be parched! 

WALLY: I wouldn’t mind a glass of mulk.

[Horrified silence. A pin drop would be deafening]

[Sudden uproarious and overlapping argument]

[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!!!”