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IT'S COMMENT!FIC MEME TIME!
This time, we're taking inspiration from a fabulous article titled 50 Mistakes Every Woman Should Make, and by fabulous I mean RICH WITH POSSIBILITIES.
As with all comment!fic memes, it goes a little something like this:
Any fandom. Any pairing. Any genre. Any rating. Crossovers. RPF. Have at it!
Prompts
Reply with a character/pairing and a prompt, using one of the items or part of an item from the 50 Things list (the list can apply to men, too!) (e.g. Avengers, Coulson/Darcy, "reply all accidentally" or Trek, Chapel, "scream at someone who does something really fucked up" or a million other possible things! BE CREATIVE. LET YOUR DESIRES BE KNOWN.) and hopefully a kind soul will write you a fic.
Length
Drabbles, comment!fic, whatever you like. If you want to write something longer, please do. Just link back to your journal.
Authors
Respond to a prompt or write something of your own and post it in the comments.
Readers
Say nice things about the fics that have been written.
Everyone is welcome, so don't be shy to prompt and/or write something. Most importantly: HAVE FUN! (And invite your friends!)
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Date: 2012-06-28 04:58 pm (UTC)Steve meets her in the foyer; he's wearing slacks, a dress shirt, and a tie, but no jacket. She's wearing the halter dress and four-inch heels. "You look nice," he says and smiles warmly.
"So do you," she says. Nice. It's the problem.
He opens doors for her and holds out her chair and shortens his stride so he walks at her pace. He doesn't try to order for her, he doesn't comment on her meal, and he offers his coat when it gets chilly.
She kills people.
Well, not tonight, but in general, she kills people. There's a knife in her garter; her bracelets aren't actually bracelets; her necklace is hollow and actually has poison in it; the stiletto heels of her shoes have steel cores. And the thing is, she doesn't even need any of them; she can kill people with her bare hands.
She looks down at her silverware (two forks, two spoons, two knives; no serrated edges but she could kill someone with any of them) and then back up at Steve.
He smiles at her and says, "Twenty-nine."
"Twenty-nine?"
"I'm guessing there are twenty-nine objects on this table, not counting your hands or bracelets, that you could use to kill someone."
Natasha stares at him for a moment, and then looks at the table again. "Thirty-one," she says.
"Darn," he says. "What did I miss?"
Maybe this will work out.
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