This might help me re-kick start my cliche table fills.
1. genderswap (always opposite gender or magical, you pick)
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. High School / College AU
Pick a trope! Give me a fandom/pairing/verse! I'll tell you all about how it would go/write you a snippet/a bit of both!
1. genderswap (always opposite gender or magical, you pick)
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. High School / College AU
Pick a trope! Give me a fandom/pairing/verse! I'll tell you all about how it would go/write you a snippet/a bit of both!
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Just cause I've seen a few but not many and I think it's an interesting combination.
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"Oh hey, this is, um..." Stiles is lost for words for once, but he wasn't exactly expecting to be tackled by Dee as soon as he entered the old Hale house. She's kind of crouching on his chest, fingers splayed over the wings of his collarbones and she's got this intent expression. "I didn't... have I done something?"
"Stiles?" Scott says, sounding like he's not sure whether he should be concerned or amused.
"Why do you... what is that?" Dee demands, curling down to press her nose into Stiles' neck and breathe deep. Stiles' toes curls. He's had dreams like this, except without Scott nervously hovering nearby.
"Oh, right! I didn't get to shower after practice. Sorry if I... oh, wow, inappropriate undressing!" Stiles yelps when Dee pushes his shirts up so they're bunched under his armpits. She now has her nose and open mouth against his sternum.
"I feel like I should be... somewhere else?" Scott says, now sounding extremely uncomfortable.
"No!" Stiles squeaks at the same time that Dee says, "Yeah."
"Boys are so lovely and pungent," Dee enthues against the skin of Stiles' torso. "Why do they mask it with chemicals." She rears back a little so she can pull a face, poking out her tongue and crossing her eyes. "Bleah."
Stiles should not find someone who can kill him so easily adorable. It really shouldn't be possible.
"How about we stop molesting Stiles, huh?" Scott says, finally scraping enough sense together to come to Stiles' rescue, just when Stiles was thinking that maybe he'd prefer Scott did make himself scarce. Scott's arms circle around Dee's middle and she's lifted off, grumbling as she goes.
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"I've already checked out your junk, it's totally fine," she says, Darcy's lazy, sexy smirk is on his own face which is just damn unsettling and... wait-
"What?"
"I'm surprised you've held out this long. They are fantastic," Darcy says with a grin, flailing a hand at Clint's borrowed chest. He's nearly pulling a muscle not looking down there because he's trying to respect her privacy while simultaneously being in her body.
"Go back to the part where you've-"
"I thought these would help, like, everyone else," Darcy says, changing the subject because she's evil. She slaps him on the chest, just above the swell of one boob and Clint now has to look down, sees one of those name labels they use at conventions.
Hi, My Name Is Clint, no really, stop laughing.
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I'm torn...
I can't decide between Bourne, Marta/Aaron or Avengers, Phil/Clint
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Marta stops dead in the doorway. She'd been worried when she woke up and Aaron was gone from the bed but even more worried that the apartment had been silent. She's now biting down on her fist to not make any noise at the picture Aaron and Dean make, curled awkwardly together on Dean's tiny bed, both of them dead to the world and snoring.
She feels fierce all of a sudden, like the warrior Aaron had tried to assure her she was all those months ago. She hadn't been sure then but she was sure now.
She would do anything to keep these two safe. Anything.
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It's a pretty safe bet he's going to.
"I said no."
"It's not really up to you," Agent Fielding says, sounding impatient. "He's a national asset right now and-"
"He's an exhausted boy and I'm not going to let you hook him up to a bunch of... diodes or whatever and have him interrogate people for you."
"This is a matter of national security, McClane. I really don't think you understand just what you're standing in the way of. You've always been the one to take it upon yourself to save everyone else. Why is it different this time?"
"I am that guy, but he's not. He's seen enough to have nightmare for the rest of his life, I'm not letting you expose him to more."
"Well, as I said, it's not really up to you, or him for that matter. I've dispatched a team who will be there in thirty seconds. For once in your life, do the smart thing and don't stand in the way when they come."
"Fielding, you don't know me very well, do you?"
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I'd also be interested in telepathic!Stiles with Derek. *G*
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I'm kinda thinking there is Sookie!Stiles and that the only person he can't hear is Derek and it's a really nice change and a relief because Stiles tries to not listen to people but sometimes it's overwhelming and he hears inappropriate things. Derek isn't sure why Stiles is so damn irrisitable to not only him but a whole bunch of other supernatural creatures and he doesn't realize it's because Stiles has fae blood which is why his mother was killed because fae blood is pretty much supernatural creature!nip.
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Stiles is at his desk and Derek is sprawled out on his bed behind and there's just... nothing. Blessed silence that Stiles even closes his eyes to absorb, breathing deep. "Don't fall asleep," Derek rumbles, not opening his own eyes. "You've got a concussion."
"I remember considering it was my head," Stiles says. "You're just being a bit of an unfair sleep tease."
"It's exhausting hauling your ass out of trouble," Derek says and then his eyes do slit open, gleam of gold-blue. His nostrils flare and he frowns. "Stop it."
"I'm not... I can't really control that," Stiles protests.
"I'm starting to not believe you," Derek huffs, flipping onto his belly so he can shove his face in Stiles' pillow. He jerks back abruptly and says, "God, do you have anything in your room that doesn't smell like you?"
"No?"
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But then Dean says truth, totally out of the blue and instead of Sam calling him a wuss like they normally do if someone calls truth, Sam just asks Dean why he hardly ever touches him anymore, why there's no nudges, no hugs, no nothing.
How can Dean explain that he wants to touch Sam all the time.
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Sam catches him in the bathroom when Dean's down to boxers and he frowns. "What are you doing?"
"Seeing what I have to work with," Dean says, swallowing guiltily.
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... I can't believe I'm doing this /o\
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"This is the best day ever," Stiles enthuses as Deaton grudgingly lets him into his office to see that yes, Scott's text was right, Derek is not only completely smashed but he's wearing one of those cones that stops dogs from chewing their stitches.
When Stiles gives Deaton a puzzled look he shrugs. "It's to stop him chewing his stitches."
"Why did you have one big enough for Derek?"
"Mrs. Sambini's Saint Bernard," Deaton says by way of explanation and Stiles nods.
"Who's there?" Derek demands. Stiles tries not to break down into sobs of laughter when Derek has to tilt his whole body down to look at him since upright he can't see anything past the collar.
"What did you give him?" Stiles asks, crossing the room to pick up Derek's hands and grin at him. Derek smiles dopily back.
"My own personal recipe."
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12 accidental baby acquisition...Derek/Stiles cause it would either go really well or epically bad. Specifically if its a werewolf baby.
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Stiles thinks that's one CRAZEE Omega to think that the Hale Pack were a good option.
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"Grrr, were-baby attack!"
"Can you not do that?" Derek says, dodging Stiles and the baby that's being waggled at him. He's pretty sure the kid is passed the age where it's head has to be held but he's not sure there's any age where it would be Stiles-appropriate.
"We were just going to attack you with cuddles," Stiles says, pouting.
"Put it down."
"Where?" Stiles says, kind of managing to flail around the space with his arms while still holding the kid.
"Just... you'll get attached. You shouldn't."
"Ah, too late for that Obi Wolf Kenobi," Stiles says, jostles the kid and it doesn't look fussed about it in the least. Derek knows if he were being manhandled that way he'd have something to say about it, and loudly. "Dean and I-"
"Geez, don't name it," Derek groans, rubbing a tired hand down his face.
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He likes being around Bruce when he's Hulk the best because Hulk's thought processes are the simplest. SMASH, SMASH, PAUSE, SMASH.
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