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The Word Game (1/1)
Title: The Word Game (1/1)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mjjgoddess
Rating: Language. ;) Otherwise, it's so fluffy, you should be gagging. *gags*
Pairing: MonaBoyd.
Beta:aire_blair *big love and Dom cookies*
Disclaimer: I own this computer...and my brain. *pats own head* The rest is left to my imagination and some other ranDom stuff. :)
Notes: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lunchtime_fic inspiration, from kraken_wakes, found over here. Words I needed to use are italicized w00t, big word) :)
Crossposted to:monaboyd, fellow_shippers, and lunchtime_fic.
"Cut! Good! Take a break, be back in an hour!"
In less than five minutes, the entire studio was cleared, save two disgruntled hobbits and an oversized animitronic tree.
"Ugh, I may never have children..." Dom whined slightly, shifting in his seat and clutching at his crotch.
"Tell me about it," Billy muttered, doing the same. "I'm not going to be able to sit down for a week."
"Well, it's not like that hasn't happened before, has it, Bills?" Dom grinned cheekily.
"Gerroff it, Dom," Billy grunted. "Can't believe I've forgotten how much it fucking hurts." He looked at Dom. "You got the tape recorder?"
"Catch." He threw it like a frisbee, Billy grabbing it deftly.
"All right - current music?"
Dom took out his iPod and moved it by one song. "'Wouldn't it be Nice' - Beach Boys."
Billy snorted. "Too right. So - " Billy clicked record. "Today is Tuesday, July 23rd, two thousand and two, and it's me and Dom, doing - ow - Treebeard scene pickups, and it's very painful. Ain't that right, Dom?"
"TOO FUCKING TRUE!"
"All right, then, Dom. Now, then, a necessary staple of this is to do the word game, just in case we've forgotten in..." He suddenly turned it off. "When WAS the last time we did this? A year ago? Something like that?"
Dom looked up from biting a hangnail and nodded. "Yeah...about that." He grinned and resumed biting at his finger. Billy smiled and rolled his eyes, hitting record again.
"Okay, words. Dom, you got any to start?"
"Water buffalo."
Billy blinked. Dom grinned again.
"You asked."
"Is that yours, then?"
Dom shrugged. "Why not?"
"Blue."
"Painting."
"Patron."
"Infinite."
"Plasma."
"Drag."
Dom quirked an eyebrow. "As in racing or queen?"
"Whatever you want," he snarked back, answer almost lost among the accent. Dom giggled.
"Chain."
"Fools." He smiled, Billy wrinkling up his nose at him.
"Elijah."
"Monkey."
"Doodle."
"Sblomie."
"Dom."
"Billy."
They looked at each other, identical grins still plastered on their faces. Billy clicking the recorder off again, checked to make there wasn't anybody around, then whispered -
"I love you."
"I love you."
He blushed, then the pair of them started working again, the hour flying by as if it was nothing. Presently, though, Peter and the rest of the crew slowly filtered back in, picking up their equipment and getting back into their places to work. Peter looked up at the two of them, Dom almost falling out of his bicycle seat with laughter.
" - so then I said, 'But what're you doin' wi' all tha rugs?!' and naturally he's all 'uhm - be...cause I am?'"
Dom wheezed, clutched at his stomach, and flailed a little. "Bills..." he gasped. "Everything's funnier...when YOU tell it..." He keeled over, Billy laughing hysterically at the sight.
"Hey! You guys ready to start again?!"
"Sure, Pete!"
"Whoo! Movie magic, rock on!" Dom yelled out suddenly, wiggling in his spot to an invisible beat.
Peter rolled his eyes. "Okay, let's go!" He clapped his hands and walked back to his director's chair, while Dom and Billy continued to giggle together.
"Alright, let's take it from Merry's first line!"
"I love you, Billy." The sudden declaration caused him to whip around, staring back into Dom's content blue eyes, now filled with seriousness. He tried to play it off.
"Ah, fuck off, you wanker."
"Lights!" Peter called.
Billy turned around, sneaking in "But I still love you, too, Dom," out of the corner of his mouth.
"Camera!"
'Merry' quickly hid his look of glee, instead frowning and focusing his attention out somewhere in the distance.
"And...action!"
Author:
mjjgoddessRating: Language. ;) Otherwise, it's so fluffy, you should be gagging. *gags*
Pairing: MonaBoyd.
Beta:
aire_blair *big love and Dom cookies*Disclaimer: I own this computer...and my brain. *pats own head* The rest is left to my imagination and some other ranDom stuff. :)
Notes: For the
lunchtime_fic inspiration, from kraken_wakes, found over here. Words I needed to use are italicized w00t, big word) :)Crossposted to:
monaboyd, fellow_shippers, and lunchtime_fic."Cut! Good! Take a break, be back in an hour!"
In less than five minutes, the entire studio was cleared, save two disgruntled hobbits and an oversized animitronic tree.
"Ugh, I may never have children..." Dom whined slightly, shifting in his seat and clutching at his crotch.
"Tell me about it," Billy muttered, doing the same. "I'm not going to be able to sit down for a week."
"Well, it's not like that hasn't happened before, has it, Bills?" Dom grinned cheekily.
"Gerroff it, Dom," Billy grunted. "Can't believe I've forgotten how much it fucking hurts." He looked at Dom. "You got the tape recorder?"
"Catch." He threw it like a frisbee, Billy grabbing it deftly.
"All right - current music?"
Dom took out his iPod and moved it by one song. "'Wouldn't it be Nice' - Beach Boys."
Billy snorted. "Too right. So - " Billy clicked record. "Today is Tuesday, July 23rd, two thousand and two, and it's me and Dom, doing - ow - Treebeard scene pickups, and it's very painful. Ain't that right, Dom?"
"TOO FUCKING TRUE!"
"All right, then, Dom. Now, then, a necessary staple of this is to do the word game, just in case we've forgotten in..." He suddenly turned it off. "When WAS the last time we did this? A year ago? Something like that?"
Dom looked up from biting a hangnail and nodded. "Yeah...about that." He grinned and resumed biting at his finger. Billy smiled and rolled his eyes, hitting record again.
"Okay, words. Dom, you got any to start?"
"Water buffalo."
Billy blinked. Dom grinned again.
"You asked."
"Is that yours, then?"
Dom shrugged. "Why not?"
"Blue."
"Painting."
"Patron."
"Infinite."
"Plasma."
"Drag."
Dom quirked an eyebrow. "As in racing or queen?"
"Whatever you want," he snarked back, answer almost lost among the accent. Dom giggled.
"Chain."
"Fools." He smiled, Billy wrinkling up his nose at him.
"Elijah."
"Monkey."
"Doodle."
"Sblomie."
"Dom."
"Billy."
They looked at each other, identical grins still plastered on their faces. Billy clicking the recorder off again, checked to make there wasn't anybody around, then whispered -
"I love you."
"I love you."
He blushed, then the pair of them started working again, the hour flying by as if it was nothing. Presently, though, Peter and the rest of the crew slowly filtered back in, picking up their equipment and getting back into their places to work. Peter looked up at the two of them, Dom almost falling out of his bicycle seat with laughter.
" - so then I said, 'But what're you doin' wi' all tha rugs?!' and naturally he's all 'uhm - be...cause I am?'"
Dom wheezed, clutched at his stomach, and flailed a little. "Bills..." he gasped. "Everything's funnier...when YOU tell it..." He keeled over, Billy laughing hysterically at the sight.
"Hey! You guys ready to start again?!"
"Sure, Pete!"
"Whoo! Movie magic, rock on!" Dom yelled out suddenly, wiggling in his spot to an invisible beat.
Peter rolled his eyes. "Okay, let's go!" He clapped his hands and walked back to his director's chair, while Dom and Billy continued to giggle together.
"Alright, let's take it from Merry's first line!"
"I love you, Billy." The sudden declaration caused him to whip around, staring back into Dom's content blue eyes, now filled with seriousness. He tried to play it off.
"Ah, fuck off, you wanker."
"Lights!" Peter called.
Billy turned around, sneaking in "But I still love you, too, Dom," out of the corner of his mouth.
"Camera!"
'Merry' quickly hid his look of glee, instead frowning and focusing his attention out somewhere in the distance.
"And...action!"
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Any chance of a sequel?
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*gets paper*
*scribbles a few ideas*
Thank you, love. *gives cookie*
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So going to have to play that on long raod trips with my buds.
Story very cute...*grins*
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Thank you! *grins wildly back*
*watches with glee as you back away slowly*
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a sequel maybe? *asks nicely*
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And since you asked so nicely, I think I just might work on it. Granted, there's no promises, but...
*promises anyway*Thank you for reading - and enjoying!!!!111 :)
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I love Treebeard!fics!
I know, so do I! ^____^
*geeks along*
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I love your work, and this is especially nice!
Catherine
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Of COURSE it's okay! *gets to writing*
I love your work
You have no idea how much that means to me! Thank you!!! :)