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This was taken from, literally, my entire flist.
Pick a trope from this list and provide a fandom*/pairing and I'll tell you something about the story I'd write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write)
1.genderswap stuck in an elevator
2.bodyswap let's get you out of those wet clothes!
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be dating/married
6.secretly a virgin roadtrip!
7. amnesia
8.cross-dressing meet the parents! (or the metaphoric equivalent)
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11.historical AU friends becoming lovers
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14.telepathy curtain fic
15. High School / College AU
Pick a trope from this list and provide a fandom*/pairing and I'll tell you something about the story I'd write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write)
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2.
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be dating/married
6.
7. amnesia
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9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11.
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14.
15. High School / College AU
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And for that prompt, I'd definitely do something set during Iron Man 2 - Natasha was get the elevator to stall using her super-spy skills and would then finger Pepper against the wall, saying something about how Pepper is super-stressed and needs someone to take care of her, and Pepper would be like, 'oh, I don't know - yes. FUCK YES.' and they'd both be wearing epic heels and pencil skirts and when Pepper had come the elevator would conveniently start working and Pepper would be like, 'there is something about Natalie from legal that is kind of suspicious. But she's also ridiculously hot and AMAZING with her hands. So.'
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On The Road To Find Out (Darcy/Clint)
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"Oh my god, Clint, put that back, you know what Tony's like when people touch his things," Darcy said all in one breath without thinking.
Clint shot her a 'do you think I'm concerned about Stark? Darling, please,' look over the top of Anna Ginvera Potts-Stark's head and continued to slowly walk back and forth in front of the wide glass windows of Avenger's Tower, one broad hand slowly stroking the infant's back as she nestled against his chest. AKA, Darcy's hot BF was cuddling an actual-fact adorable baby. She felt a surge of completely biological lust-slash-awwww shoot through her.
Darcy realized the sputtering in her ear was not her imagination and was the DOD officer she's been in the middle of a phone call with when she walked into the room.
"Chuck, of course I wasn't talking to you," she snapped. "I'll call you back later." She disconnected and pulled off her blue-tooth earpiece, shoving it into the pocket of her jeans.
"Seriously, Clint," Darcy continued, putting an end table between her and her baby-carrying boyfriend. "You do remember the Lamborghini incident?"
"I remember it was your idea," Clint commented. Anna Ginvera Potts-Stark made a grumbly little noise and bumped Clint's jaw with a tiny, tiny fist. It was absolutely not the most adorable thing Darcy had ever witnessed in her entire life. She was the queen of adorable youtube searches, she was positive she'd a baby panda playing with a kitten that was cuter than what she was looking at right now. Postive.
Oh, god, where were that thing's keepers? Its parents? Well, okay, odds on Tony being in the lab, Darcy had been the one to block out Pepper's afternoon for some retail therapy, one of the au pairs had left for Louisiana to deal with some personal (a.k.a. SHIELD-related) business but where the hell was the other one?
"He's brushing up on disarming explosives with Nat," Clint answered, clearly seeing Darcy's personnel calculations across her face. "I said I'd keep any eye on this one. Do you want to hold her?"
"I don't want kids," Darcy blurted out, a statement clearly leading to a conversation that she'd been avoiding having with Clint for, oh, only about a year and a half. "At all. Ever. They're expensive and time consuming and easy to screw up and the planet is already overpopulated and no."
"Darce, I know," Clint said, "Do you think I want to be a father?"
Darcy motioned to him. A hot-as-fuck guy handling an infant with the same competency with which he did pretty much everything: made pancakes, fletched arrows, got her off.
"...yes?" she hazarded.
Clint actually looked annoyed at that. "Yeah, 'cause the family history of violence and abuse is something I really want to pass on."
"Oh," she said, very small. "You know you wouldn't."
"Not worth the risk," he said flatly. In his arms, Anna Ginvera Potts-Stark made a disgruntled yowl for no apparent reason. Clint shifted her a bit, cradling her in one arm and started tracing a finger just above her face. The baby made awkward grabs for his finger.
"What I asked was if you wanted to hold her," he said, looking down at the baby.
"Still no," Darcy said and holding up her phone. "I've managed to avoid it this long. I am, however, going to take a fuckton of pictures. Try not to break my phone with your adorable hotness."
Re: On The Road To Find Out (Darcy/Clint)
There's so much in this I love about this, it can only be expressed in capslock and whale noises.
*WHALE NOISES*
Re: On The Road To Find Out (Darcy/Clint)
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And honestly, it wasn't surprising that a sorceress of Zatanna's caliber could forge an ID... or that at sixteen, she'd pick alcohol as a painkiller... or that grief would come howling out on a random Tuesday on a date that had not significance... so Dick really shouldn't have been surprised when he knocked on Zatanna's door and she said "come in" in a slurred, intoxicated, barely intelligible voice.
What was surprising was the smile she'd given him when he slowly opened her door.
Zatanna was propped up at the head of her bed, blankets kicked all askew, clutching what Dick just knew had been a full bottle of whiskey very, very recently.
"Hi," she said, and waved, with a wide, pleased smile that, for some reason, made Dick feel like he'd leap into the air and missed his chance to grab the trapeze.
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What is curtain fic, by the way?
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That fic would involve Loki succeeding at one of this plans and Sif and him talking in the doomed wreck of a planet (pick your planet) and I think Loki would be trying to hold on to his original reasoning for why doing whatever he'd done had been a good idea and Sif - probably dying, at the very least badly wounded - is like, 'go away, you son of a bitch, and let me mourn in peace for this planet and the second prince of Asgard, who once fought by my side and made love to me in his library.'
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And then at some point during, Haymitch does something that's not explicitly sexual but honestly affectionate and Johanna elbows him in the face, accidentally-on-purpose.
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Pepper and Natasha would be roommates (and sophomores) –Pepper would be studying business with a minor in art history and Natasha would be double majoring in international relations and comparative literature. Tony would be the still-in-high school rich kid who was class president (when he was a freshman) when Pepper was a senior and vice president. They went to the same HS because Pepper got a scholarship and Tony’s father paid enough that the school didn’t kick him out, regardless of how he misbehaved.
Clint’s lying and has fake a ID that says he’s over twenty-one, so he’s bartending at this yuppie place where Natasha goes to beef up her wallet by fleecing rich idiots on the pool table. Clint is really just past eighteen and waiting until his broken ribs and broken arm (thanks, Barney) heal up enough that he can join the army.
Pepper and Natasha would have meet freshman year when they were both pulling long hours at the library. Pepper because she had an honestly hellish roommate and Natasha because having to share a room with someone made her want to kill things. They shared a sense of practically and efficiency and moved into a two-bedroom apartment in a terrible part of town together (it’s far enough from campus to be dirt cheap. See also: terrible part of town). One of them (I go back and forth on which) has a shitty car that nonetheless gets them to the college and back.