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May 06, 2013 20:18


Title: untitled
Rating: PG13 for language
Word Count: 1200-ish
Warnings: None. I think it's pretty safe.
Disclaimer: Yes, the characters are mine. All mine. I made them up 50 years before I was born (I'm magical that way). In fact, I demand royalties from Marvel. Pay me now or suffer the wrath of the lawyers I'm financing through the money in my ( Read more... )

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alphaflyer May 7 2013, 03:10:58 UTC
THAT was funny. So funny, after I was through about half of it, I called my daughter back (she was headed for bed) and read it to her, out loud. So we both ended up giggling together at the thought of all those horizontal Avengers -- thanks! :-)

Poor Clint. What will happen when he has this great, waking (?) epiphany, and tries to explain to Natasha just WHY she hates all of his girlfriends? Hmmm. The mind boggles.

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rollingplains May 8 2013, 02:39:40 UTC
ack, how old was your daughter? because you know I put a couple swears in there haha
that's the thing about movies and tv...you know in real life if some of that stuff went down, people would be swearing up a storm. I try to keep it real haha

glad I was able to provide a laugh and keep your daughter up past her bedtime. I'm a real corrupting influence ;)

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alphaflyer May 8 2013, 03:04:31 UTC
My daughter is 15. Does she know swear words? Let me count the ways ... ;-) Besides, I use them myself, in RL and fics (in the former far too often, in the latter where appropriate...)

As for the staying up late, I got a free cuddle out of it!

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shenshen77 May 7 2013, 07:28:04 UTC
I love this fic :D I giggled the first time I read it, I giggled every time after :D

Your dialogues are awesome, I love the snark and banter and the genuine emotions you convey in them. I'm with alphaflyer, I wonder what will happen when Clint tries to explain this epiphany to Nat, because that would be awesome to read, I'm sure! But knowing your love for UST, we'll probably never find out... *pouts*

*hugs you and this fic*

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alphaflyer May 7 2013, 11:58:58 UTC
Yep -- sometimes it's just okay to let the mind boggle, without spelling it all out ... :-)

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shenshen77 May 7 2013, 12:04:26 UTC
Absolutely :D We all have a rather active imagination anyway, right???? ;)

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rollingplains May 8 2013, 02:47:01 UTC
You know, in my mind, this is a scenario where Nat's the one secretly in love and Clint's oblivious. Well, sort of, apparently his subconscious knows a thing or two...

I've read a lot of fics where the two of them are secretly in love with each other, and ones where Clint's in love and Nat's oblivious, but rarely (if ever) the other way around so I took (admittedly, a weak) shot at it...haha

It's kind of hard to write haha...like how does Nat pine, you know? and she is pretty hot, so how does Clint not notice?

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crazy4orcas May 7 2013, 13:25:59 UTC
I'm still giggling! This was so fun! I love the banter and how you've made it obvious how well they know each other.

"You call me at 3 am to rehash your dates. You are not an authority on what is reasonable."

"I don't remember you hanging up on me," he counters.

"You'd probably just call back."

"Admit it, you love hearing about it."

"It's like watching a trainwreck," she shoots back. "You can't look away." -- **snorts**

SELF-WARMING SOCKS! I must hunt some of these down!

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rollingplains May 8 2013, 02:49:55 UTC
I'll tell you a secret: I'm not sure if those exist haha.
Although I have seen socks with microwaveable gel inserts that I can't imagine are anything but gross. And to heat them up you have to put them where you cook your food! :/

And of course I'm super glad that you enjoyed and I wasn't like a stand-up comedian that bombed haha...
At least in your case :D

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franztastisch May 15 2013, 18:41:05 UTC
Man this is awesome. :D

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rollingplains May 26 2013, 02:25:36 UTC
oh geez, thank you - I've been MIA from this fandom for the last little bit and not ignoring you or anything.
I'm so glad you liked it :D

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