It took this long. But once I untangled myself from the many who latched on and twisted themselves on my red cord, I was able to see, it was you who was tethered at the end on it.
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beside the morning cries
of seagulls in the distance,
soft saline breezes over the
curve of her honeyed calves—
the slowest peel from repose,
to linger in shared heat on
a balcony, waking hunger and
a perfect perch for the soft
roll of waves, liminal thirst
in slight concealment, knots
loosen, an offering under the
thickened sky, to bind again,
chest heaves and swallowed
exhales into cradled flesh.
this fucking form has been haunting my brain for a few days now. got 0 time so i fuckinhgdfhjk did a quickie w/ the help of pixmix since thats the engine that im the most familiar w/ that would get close enough w/ the effect i want
Summary: It takes a but of tangling to get you to stay in one place.
"What are you doing?"
You cringed, he hadn't barked it out, his voice had been rather soft, but that didn't matter. You became more entangled in the wires you had been trying to untangle. Wriggling your left foot as you panted, stepping back as he stepped towards you, "thiiii-" the word wavered, "just, I needed the extension cord and it…" when you had reached for the five foot cord you'd needed, it had latched onto another and fallen on you. Where the cord that wrapped up to your knee had come from, you didn't know, you'd been cursing at it for the past five minutes hoping to untangle yourself before anyone caught you and of course it was him that came upon you.
Clint covered his mouth, elbow sitting in his other hand as he watched you flounder. You always seemed to stutter and dance around him, but damn if that didn't make you cuter. Pepper had brought you on a couple months back, he had been more than interested, easily flirting and making you fluster.
Bucky had pointed it out, Steve and he would drop nicknames; doll, dame, and call you darlin', you would easily coo back at them with a quick wink and laugh, but Clint arrived? You were a mess.
He didn't understand how anyone could really be interested in him but he wasn't gonna pass you up.
"Now that I have you trapped," your gaze snapped up to him as you huffed, the clipboard in your hand dropping to your side as you tilted your head to the side as he stepped closer, easily plucking the cords off your shoulders and placing both hands on either side of you.
He watched as you trembled, shoulders giving it away as your lips parted ever so slightly, tongue peeking out quickly. Clint felt his heart skip, "too damned cute!" He hummed, the clipboard clattering to the floor.
It was an accusation, your brows drew together as you looked away, he was too close, he was always too close. He made your brain scramble, your hands would shake, and you couldn't form full words around him. You managed to lift a hand to cover your face, "sorry…" why you felt the need to apologize you weren't sure. He did that to you, with his easy smile, bright blue eyes never missing a movement, watching like a hawk. He made you breathless, you had happened upon him once, following the strum of a guitar. Those strong fingers easily handling the instrument and his voice… gods his voice.
"I should… sh-should go," he didn't move, just smiled as he studied you. "Mr. B-Barton?"
"You know," he cocked his head as he stepped closer caging you in with his body and not just his arms, those toned and well muscled arms which are on full display in that sleeveless lavender shirt. You swallowed, "I am the only one you call by their last name."
"Oh?" You're voice wavered with the single syllable. The storage shelf behind you would not give, "I...there's.."
"Maybe… you can't stand me? You're always running off when I come into a room, don't meet my gaze-" he chucked as you snapped your gaze to him.
"I LIKE YOU!" You shouted. It's that you liked-liked him. You felt your neck heat, it colored your ears, hand slapped over your mouth.
Clint's smile was smug. Was he playing with you?!
You could feel your bottom lip tremble, your nose heating as your eyes watered, gaze dropping to the floor, "it's not nice to tease," you whisper.
His hand slipped under your jaw, "not teasing," he hummed leaning in, thumb brushing along your cheek.
You could feel his breath on your lips, warm and spiked with coffee; he looked at you, a question in his eyes. You nodded softly and that millimetre of space between you was gone.
The floor disappeared too. He took your breath away. Heart fluttering before it jack hammered into overdrive.
Jesus fucking Christ. The Little noises you made, your hands trembling as you tentatively gripped his sides, you were so cute he wanted to eat you up. He pressed himself into you earning him a shocked little gasp, allowing him to swipe past your lips.
"Nngh!" You pressed into him in response, his large hands cupping your face, tilting your head back to gain better access, deepening the kiss.
"Fuck," he growled, nipping at your bottom lip, pressing a leg between yours. You gasped, hands on his shoulders, squirming, attempting to get closer still. Clint dragged himself back, nearly tripping over the cords as he stared at you, eyes wide and blown, hair mussed up, your clothing disheveled, lips kiss swollen. Fuck, you were gonna kill him.
You were pretty sure this was a heart attack, the way your heart thumped insanely against your rib cage, it would burst any second. You couldn't catch your breath. What had just happened?!
"Dinner."
You stared at him in confusion. "Huh?"
"I wanna take you to dinner."
You giggled, it snowballed into full out hysterical laughter. You wiped at the tears that had escaped as he smiled at you, "after that? Yeah, I think dinner would be nice."
Clint stepped closer, chuckling as he began to help you untangle yourself. "You are a danger to yourself."
You laughed, "and you wanna take me to dinner…"
"Wanna do more than that!"
You looked at him and grinned as he blushed. "Now who's blushing?"
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Is it easier to untangle a wig if you put it in hot water? It’s the ponytail part, I can take it off the actual wig, would I be able to untangle it properly if I put it in warm water?
