Jul 9, 2014
If you need a ship name for Barbara Morse and Clinton Barton
you can literally just use
barton
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If you need a ship name for Barbara Morse and Clinton Barton
you can literally just use
barton
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"Hail Hydra"
Put 'Hail Hydra' in my askbox for my muse's reaction to yours whispering it to them.
”Technically, I should be pointing a gun at you, right now, you know.” She pauses, then for a moment, green eyes gleaming and the faintest traces of a wicked smile taking over her features. “Cut off one head, and two more shall take it’s place.”
(truth serum) How do you /really/ feel about me?
”I don’t love you——that’s just overrated and overused and honestly I don’t see the point of the word; I t r u s t you with my life and care for you at an emotional level I didn’t think myself capable of anymore. No, what I feel for you is not love; it’s something deeper, something much more meaningful and it’s eating at me because I don’t want to hurt you. And I know that I’ll do.”
Red string of fate (Sorry if you get this twice. Tumblr went wonky on me, and I wasn't sure if it sent.)
[meme] [you get: 51] cornfedtrouble
Natasha doesn't know how they ended up like this. She used to hate him; despise him. She used to see him as the most terrible person she had ever met, and all that because of their parents. Arranged weddings work like this most of the time--and she knew since an early age that she had been promised to someone, that it would happen anyway. And she, stupid thing she was, didn't run; or maybe... maybe she hadn't been so stupid after all.
She doesn't know how she ended up like this. Content, happy, safe, in the arms of the man which, she has claimed before many times, has ruined her life. But that's not the general truth anymore, and maybe it had never been to begin with.
It was slow, her falling for Clint, gradual; starting from the little things he did, like opening the door for her, or waiting in the rain at two am in front of the theatre because she had decided to dance a little more--always a little more. And then, one morning, she didn't wince when she felt his chest against her back, didn't feel sick when she smelt his scent all around her and rather--rather her heart fluttered in her chest and she found herself kissing him good morning.
And now, the room dark and only his body to keep her warm as she snuggles against his chest, she knows there's no one she would rather spend her life with, no one she would rather have to hold or be held by, no one to wake her up with a kiss and a sleepy smile.
Maybe it's not a fairy tale, maybe it was more like a quest, but they got there and she's happy, content even, to be next to him because he's her home and her soul and the owner of her heart.
Warning label: Deadly with a sack of flour and may cause bouts of spontaneous combustion when wearing tactical gear and rolling up his shirt sleeves to reveal forearms that have been deemed WMDs.
My forearms are not WMDs. But I’m not denying the flour bit.
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(Relationship Asks) ♗
♗ : Child!Character my muse would adopt.
She would honestly be willing to take in just about any child that needed a home. Having been on her own a lot when she was younger, she’s very sympathetic to runaways and abandoned children, particularly ones that are outcasts from society in general in ways besides just being alone.
cornfedtrouble replied to your post:
LOL. Blaine will be over here like “Really? THIS is the discussions you two have?”
Hush, Blaine. Their marriage is a thing of beauty.
Also I feel like the next line there should have been Kira shouting "OMG DON'T SAY THAT ALOUD YOU'LL GIVE KURT IDEAS." Cause we've seen his outfits. The boy is not above skinning muppets.
cornfedtrouble:
It was a very good thing that he hadn’t taken a sip of his beer just yet because that would’ve been awful to spew it all over the counter in reaction to that announcement.
As it was, he stared at her, eyes wide and mouth hanging slack. He gave a slow blink, trying to get his brain to function enough to make an intelligent response. Asking if it was his was probably a bad idea. As far as he knew, she wasn’t sleeping with anybody but him.
He probably should say something, anything, but he stalls by taking a healthy swig of his beer. Actually, more like a guzzle.
The bottle was almost drained before he stopped, and he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, panting a little. “I, uh, wow.”
It wasn’t a bad wow. He didn’t think. He was just…still processing and didn’t really know what else to say. He was just…trying not to panic.
Kate had been wanting to tell him for days. Ever since she had realized she was late and peed on a stick. And then had gone to a doctor to make sure. And, sure enough, she was pregnant.
It was a good thing that Clint didn't ask her if he was the father because she really would have lost it then. And he would most likely be on the floor. She wasn't sleeping with anyone else. She hadn't been sleeping with anyone since she started sleeping with him.
"Yeah. Wow." Lucky set his muzzle on her knee and she absently scratched it. "Anything else you wanna say?"