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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... 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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