This is your thread for questions! All questions here, please!

LOL

You wrote fill prompts like you've never filled problems before. I think that's supposed to be prompts, though right now, they do feel like problems due to my backlog of TBW.

Also, is there a minimum word count?

Edited 2015-02-01 02:11 am (UTC)

And this is your thread for general chat/squee!

SQUEE! Of course, I need this like a hole in the head -- Hawkeye Big Bang and MCU Ladies Bang ... but somewhere in there are several transatlantic/pacific flights, and lonely nights in hotel rooms, and ... I WILL DO THIS.

So, yay!!! :-)

Anyone can see that Barton and Romanoff are made for each other. Why can't they? Darcy Lewis decides to move matters along.

"All right, class." Darcy tapped the chart on the board with her pointer. "Who here knows how soulmarks work?"

Every right hand of the science fraternity/sorority of the Avengers Tower hit the air. Darcy was almost proud of Jane. Jane's interest in astrophysics so outweighed personal relations, that it had taken her until after the wreckage of both New York and London to get around to asking Thor how that worked on Asgard. While Tony and Bruce could be counted on to keep up with soulmark theory, Darcy's personal science girl could not.

Resident spysassin #1, aka Natasha Romanoff, aka the Black Widow, flicked an eyebrow in deliberate insult for the chosen topic. Resident spysassin #2, aka Clint Barton, crossed his arms and slouched in his seat in the unmistakable body language of those present under protest everywhere. Steve Rogers politely consulted the provided paperwork.

Catch more flies with honey… Darcy refrained from grinding her teeth and shot a sweet smile Natasha's way while calling on Tony to give them the lowdown on soulmark location.

"Well, that all depends, Darce, my love."

She liked calling on Tony. He was actually kind of fun to listen to.

Tony checked off soulmark locations on his fingers. "See, if it's over the heart, you're probably an amazing fit from a romantic perspective. Matching marks on your dominant arms turn into excellent partnerships. Matching marks on non-dominant arms are best friends for life. Matching marks on your feet mean way too similar to get along on a regular basis, but you are your own support group. For example—"

Darcy made a cutting motion. "Let's not give examples just yet."

Tony shrugged. "And of course, if the marks match on different parts of the body, science hasn't the foggiest idea what to do with that and anecdotal evidence is inconclusive."

So far, so safe.

"So the summation of the matter," Darcy began, "is that soulmarks offer an 80 or more percent chance of finding your perfect match."

"Eighty-eight percent… actually." Bruce caught himself and hesitated on the last word but left it out there with a shrug.

"And the rest accounts for people that never meet," Jane chimed in, "or are born decades apart, or—"

"—are absolute, godforsaken jerks," Darcy interjected, "who don't deserve to live."

Clint's eyebrows came up, and his whole face went from 'Get me out of here' to 'Color me curious' in the space of a half-second. Natasha's expression, of course, showed no sign at all of changing.

Darcy 'ahem'ed and moved right along. "And we've all established that we are not any of us godforsaken jerks who don't deserve to live," she pointed out quickly, "so that's why I called this team intervention because we're all good people here or trying to be or at least doing good things and/or saving good people—"

Tony mimed a breathing motion.

She flipped him off. "So. Resident spysassins."

For two people who just tensed up like a gun was pointed at them, they sure didn't look it unless you'd known them and lived with them for the last ten months.

"The UST, and you better both know what that is because I'm not about to explain it," Darcy growled, "is becoming unbearable. Please accept that you are born and made for each other or stop subjecting us to the mutual pining."

Clint looked taken aback. Natasha's poker face was impenetrable.

"And we all agreed, including Steve, that no one here was brave enough to say anything,"—she paused to glare at Thor, who cheerfully agreed, which was of course, no help at all—"so I volunteered."

She pulled down her chart and handed it to Natasha, who accepted it coolly.

Darcy backed up while the backing up was good and smiled as if she weren't hoping she'd just ruined her fledgling friendship with said spysassins. "All right. We're done here. Everybody dismissed."

In the echoing halls of Asgard, an aging Thor remembers the humans who walked with him for a while -- the star-crossed lovers, who were first to leave.

(Oh, ouch. I don't know where that came from, but if anyone fills it, please send kleenex.)

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH WHYYYYYYYYYYY

Clintasha and Philinda go on a valentines double date.

YESSSS....and also very similar to my prompt (to follow)

Valentine's double date with newly dating Steve and Sharon

Valentines Day Baking

"And those are?" Natasha sniffed the pink batter dubiously.

Clint whisked the tray away with an offended glance. "They're cookies. For Valentine's Day."

She blinked at him. Her brow furrowed. "They're pink."

He huffed in exasperation. "It's food coloring, Nat. It's Valentine's Day."

Natasha didn't look particularly convinced, but she stopped harrassing him, so he counted it as a win.

That is, until he caught her an hour later feeding a cookie to the dog, which suited Lucky just fine. She studied Lucky suspiciously.

"I can bake," Clint told her, crossing his arms.

Lucky whoofed agreement and begged for more.

"I suppose." Natasha ignored Lucky as she stood and picked up another cookie. She tasted it with the tip of her tongue and frowned thoughtfully. She nibbled the edge.

"Just eat the cookie already!"

"It's different." She popped it in her mouth and grabbed another.

Now that was a win.

Stark throws a Valentines Day Party

Dance in the moonlight

Valentine's Day...time to pull out THAT pair of underwear (for whom?)

I could drag you from the ocean,
I could pull you from the fire
And when you're standing in the shadows
I could open up the sky
And I could give you my devotion
Until the end of time
And you will never be forgotten
With me by your side

'Somebody To Die For,' by Hurts

(the whole song makes a good prompt (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWC35H6JWik), but this verse in particular)

I will prompt this until every Valentine's until someone writes it for me. :P

Valentine's Day is the only day Natasha lets Clint defend her in non-life-or-death situations. Valentine's Day normally ends with Clint getting into a fight.

Oh this is glorious.

'Cause you are the survivor
Of more than one life
And you're the only lover I had
Who ever slept with a knife

[You're My Waterloo, the Libertines]

I've got thick skin and an elastic heart

[Elastic Heart - Sia]

Was chatting about this on my LJ:

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind AU - Natasha is Joel and Clint is Clementine.

Ohhhh, yes please :) I really think this would be awesome!

Valentines Day the year before they met, the year they met, and the year after they met (or increments of 5 years)

It's been a while since I wrote any Clint/Natasha fic, but this prompt kinda put me into gear, so here goes.



Title: Before, then and after. (http://folie-lex.livejournal.com/17750.html)
Characters-Pairings: Marvel Cinematic Universe (also mentions & appearances of other MCU TV based characters - Clint/Natasha
Rating: PG
Summary: “Valentines Day the year before they met, the year they met, and the year after they met”
Disclaimer: I obviously DO NOT own anything... I’m just a fan expressing some love.
Authors Note: This is completely un-beta’d so all mistakes (humongous and/or minor) just credit them to that.





Edited 2015-02-12 02:25 am (UTC)

Because I still really want this:

AU: Natasha is a single mother. Her daughter is deaf. Clint is her daughter's teacher.

I'm still totally writing this too. Plotty fics take me forever, sorry. :(

Natasha celebrates women's day not valentine's

There are very good reasons why Barton and Romanoff don't want an extraction plan.

Edited 2015-01-31 10:47 pm (UTC)

Hmmm. Methinks I might write this.

From Tumblr

Every time I get in a fight you patch me up but now I’m the one patching you up after your tripped on thin air

OH.

Clint and Natasha meet on Valentine's Day when their respective dates dump them/stand them up.

oooooohhhhh.... and I know who they are, too .... and ...

my mom told me that in high school she use to get boyfriends at the beginning of February so they had enough time to get her a valentines day gift and then break up with them the day after and just keep the gift and one day she told her parents about it and they made her keep her boyfriend at least until the end of February and so she did and that boy is now my dad (http://frommyfangirl.tumblr.com/post/81303600311/arrogantdad-my-mom-told-me-that-in-high-school)

Obviously, I'd like it to be Natasha pulling that on the boys

"They wired me wrong," she says, as though she has to apologize for who she is, what she does.

On a Valentine's Day when androids for companions are now the new norm, Clint meets a woman who is biological in body and electronic in soul. Where does being human begin - and end?

How dare you hit all my fic-writing buttons? I don't have time to write this!

Something involving Clint and Pink Furry Handcuffs.

Good one. /undignified giggling

Some wounds calcify, grow over and become a part of you, a piece of the past you can run your fingers over under the muscle, on top of the bone.

Or: Clint and Natasha can count the Valentine's Days they've spent together in healed wounds as easily as in dinners and tokens of affection.

Edited 2015-02-01 01:52 am (UTC)

Ohhhhhh, this gives me ideas :D