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âtell me why i canât get you out of my head.â // @broarrow
@broarrow
Robert finds himself fidgeting with his hands. The palms are a criss cross of lines and rough patches, but otherwise long healed since their first meeting. He wishes there were more markings. He wishes that he'd snagged that arrow that hit the elevator button. He wishes that he'd just told the man the whole story when asked. How different would it be now?
"Sometimes you... God, the things you say," he said, shaking his head.
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[sms]: yeah
[sms]: unless you know someone with sticky..er? fingers
[sms]: ill owe you one?
Yeah, heâs gonna regret this, isnât he?
[ sms. baby blue ( 00:01 delivered â ) ] You're fucking nuts
[ sms. baby blue ( 00:03 delivered â ) ] If this is some ploy to get me caught OR to get some head I'm breaking your HA intentionally this time.
[ sms. baby blue ( 00:18 delivered â ) ] Fine. Fuck. Send me your location.
[sms]: whatâs your beef with pineapples on pizza
@broarrow
His phone is buzzing. That's what that noise is. Now that his mind's slowly piecing itself back together, he remembers a time when you couldn't get messages like that over a phone, or when you wouldn't have a phone in your bedroom at all, or, fuck, before phones. Life was a lot simpler back then.
A lot quieter, too.
Logan pulls a pillow over his face and groans. Then, almost in spite of himself, he reaches over and pulls the phone off the nightstand. It stings until his eyes adjust.
[SMS -> BARTON] It's three in the fucking morning, and this is what you're thinking about?
[SMS -> BARTON] I don't like pineapple in anything except a Pina Colada, or maybe a good Sling. It doesn't belong on pizza.
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 â@broarrow sent :
âquit fidgeting, you look suspicious.â for dispatch verse đ
     â I'm not -- . . . â    Perhaps Babette was a little suspicious looking. Perhaps Hawkeye made a valid point   â   Aimlessly rolling the pen past every single finger on her hand  &  almost failing to catch it two times WAS arguable, a little off.
  But she was a tiny wee bit nervous   !
     â I swear it worked perfectly fine. â    Voice a little lower, she leaned in to whisper,     â Do you think they will lock me up   ? ? â
âMâdrunk, not stupid. I know exaaaactly how Iâm lookinâ at you right now.â
@broarrow
Perhaps the archer has had too much to drink, but even he admits this when Thor catches him staring. Clint is apparently assessing something, but has yet to divulge what that could be. "MMhmm. And how might that be?" Thor says taking a sip from his glass while peering over the rim at Clint. One of two things could leave his lips. It could be something incredibly idiotic or something extremely profound. The god is starting to learn there is no in between with Barton.
[ owned ] : because of a bad day at work and/or doing what they usually do in their normal routine, receiver asks sender (their pet) to make them feel better by giving them oral while on their knees // @broarrow
pet-play starters.
barton didn't know what was in the air today, but a concerning amount of people that came into his clinic seemed to make them either rude or particularly upsetting cases â i mean, one of them being a poor kid that had fell and cracked their head open after swinging just a bit too hard on a swing, kind of upsetting. that girl that came in was absolutely bawling with pain. this made him really made him wish that clint, whom had been given more freedom since he originally brought him to his home (as a captive, let's not forget), but still overall was only forcibly staying there as per barton's own will.
it had been about two months' since clint's initial visit to his clinic and so, naturally, the doctor's emotional attachment to him had changed a bit from when he was still recovering from his tail-bone break. and thankfully, it changed for the better (albeit the whole situation surrounding them was still toxic as it started out that way). but to elaborate more on that... barton had told matilda, his daughter, to keep an eye on him as the two of them went out to shop for new gardening supplies and a couple of herb plants. lavender was on the top of the list, it seemed; as privy to only barton... he was asking for it because of its anxiolytic properties and positive effects on depression since clint had been displaying symptoms of what he thought could be both.
if only he had access to his entire list of prescriptions, he thought, then he'd easily be able to get his 'guest' (captive) what he needed to maintain his well-being. oh well. barton supposed if it came down to it, he could just ask clint if he was on anything and go from there. a sigh escaped his lips as all he could think about now was how relieved he'd be to be able to lay down once he got home, and maybe divulge in some chocolate ice-cream too with clint. the deep frown that had once been on his face just a few seconds ago softened just a bit whenever he got to his front door and walked into the house, only to be greeted with the other man struggling to stay awake whilst on the couch, watching an old movie. it was oddly adorable, what could he say?
barton announced himself as he turned off the tv due to clint's fluttering eyelids and picked him up in two motions, carrying him in his arms to the bedroom. â oof... here we go, sweetheart. hi. i knew your day out might get you all tired, â he teased the other slightly as he closed the door behind them and placed him on the bed, getting on top of clint rather quickly to seek comfort from him. barton immediately began to kiss him and tell him about his day before asking him a question, â i had kind of a bad day at work. it felt like too many people that came in today had a bug up their ass about something. so, i was wondering, although seeing you is already cheering me up â since you're so good with your mouth... â
this is purred out as he nipped at clint's neck, sucking on the skin there until a visible bruise formed on it. barton swept several strands of his hair out of his face then, â would you please suck me off on your knees, pet? i promise you'll be handsomely rewarded with ice-cream and cuddling afterwards if you need any sort of extra initiative. â
