#Unless you want Clintasha?

[quietlyimplode]

Clintasha Advent (4)

Prompt: Yelena and Natasha look at the stars

For/Prompter: @anon

Warnings: domestic violence alluded to

Word count: 330

A/N: anon, this one endeared me. Ty for the prompt.

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“Do you think there are aliens up there?”

Yelena looks up, the stars bright in the night sky.

“Say it again,” Natasha prompts, in Russian.

Yelena sighs.

“Do you think there are strange…” Yelena starts in Russian.

“I don’t want to, it’s too hard.”

Natasha looks at her sharply. Panic curls within her. She’s been trying all night to hold back the tears she knows will come when she’s in bed.

Melina told her, that one day she’s going back. She’d finally gathered enough bravery to call her Mom; but the words had been met with a backhand to the face, followed by a hug.

“Don’t,” Melina had said; “you’re going back one day. Don’t trust anyone, unless you can use them.”

She’d then caressed Natasha’s red cheek and kissed the top of her head.

“Pain only makes you stronger, Natalia. And you will be the strongest.”

Natasha swallows the memory.

“You have to learn,” she says bluntly.

“The word you’re looking for is…”

But Yelena never learns the word.

The shouting inside becomes too loud for them to hear anything.

Straining their ears, Natasha decides that the language they’re yelling in is too foreign. Some words she picks up, the Slavic roots making sense, but the rest… she doesn’t know.

Natasha stands, holding her hand out for Yelena, who takes it and brushes herself off.

“Do you want to climb that tree over there?” Natasha points out.

Yelena laughs, despite the tension and runs to the tree.

Natasha chasing her in the dark.

They climb up, the muscle memory familiar, easily making it to the canopy.

Yelena looks up to the sky.

“Why do you want me to learn Russian, Nat?”

Natasha doesn’t want to tell her that if she doesn’t know Russian, she’ll die quicker in the Red Room. Or that knowing Russian will be important for when they…

She swallows the fear that rises in her and canters over her in waves.

“Just look at the stars ‘Lena,” she says quietly.

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#clintasha advent 2023 #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #Nat and Yelena #black widow #my fic #natasha romanoff fic #Yelena belova fic #Natasha Romanoff and Yelena belova

[clintasha-week]

We're back! Get ready for another Clintasha advent! From December 1st to the 25th we will be posting a prompt everyday with the full list coming out in advance at the end of the week. We will RTing all the amazing fanworks using the #clintasha advent 2022, to the Clintashaweek account.

However, we just want to remind you of a three simple ground rules,

1) No farm family

2) Other ships are allowed but they shouldn't contain Clint or Natasha unless they eventually end up together.

3) There's no need to include spoilers warnings anymore but please always include any ratings or warnings.

As always the FAQs are linked here

Get planning and we can't wait to see what you all create!

#Clintasha #clint x natasha #clintasha advent 2022

[writerkenna]

Trope Game

tagged by @sambambucky ! This looks really fun thanks!

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

• -10 -> very dissuaded

• 0 - don't care either way

• 10 -> very enticed

• hope -> if it's a hard no and you'd never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or vou'd insta click out of the fic if it wasn't tagged.

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it's conditional

Age Gap: 3

I sometimes enjoy the taboo nature of this but it has to be like 22 and 35, or something in that range. I’m not looking for like 17 and 40 😬

Codependency: 0

I don’t have any strong feelings on this one, and it really depends on the ship

Enemies to lovers: 7

This one definitely stems from my childhood lol. If two characters were beefing I’d be like ‘but maybe kiss??’ I mean, good obsession and bad obsession is still an obsession either way, and I love people fighting their feelings for each other.

Enemies With Benefits: 6

Same feelings as the last one but I prefer the slow burn and denial.

Fake Dating/Relationship: 6

There’s a lot good here, lots of pining and misunderstandings. It’s not in my top favorite tropes but I do really like it

Found Family: 9

Oooooh I eat this shit up!!! I love groups of friends loving each other like family! Give it to me! I want Friendsgivings and showing up for birthdays and being each others’ emergency contacts. Yes yes yes to everything involved in this trope

Friends To Lovers: 6

I’m pretty in to this one, because I think any good relationship is a friendship first. And I like with enemies to lovers I really enjoy the confusion and feelings denial

Friends With Benefits: 8

I fuck with this big time. I’m such a sucker for both parties acting like it’s just sex and secretly being in love. The mutual pining here is *chefs kiss*

Hurt/Comfort: 10

If you read my writing you KNOW this is my bread and butter. I want the characters I love to suffer pls. I just wanna seem em cry tbh

Love Triangle: 8

I don’t write this one but I do love to read it. This goes hand in hand with hurt/comfort and also I’m a big fan of jealousy.

Mistaken/Hidden Identity: 0

This one’s okay, but tbh I haven’t read a ton of it.

Monster Fu... Relationship: -1

I’m so sorry, no shame, but it’s just not for me.

Obsession, Possessiveness, etc: 9

God yes, c’mon give it to me. I love characters being unhealthily devoted to each other.

Opposites (like grumpyxsunshine, etc): 8

This one I looooove with sooo many ships. Sambucky, ineffable husbands, clintasha, brittana, etc, it just scratches this brain itch I have.

Poly: 0

Meh, samstevebucky and royjamiekeeley are the only ships that I really like for poly stuff.

Pregnancy: 10+++++++

do I even need to explain??? This is my favorite trope, above all others, eternally. Give me the babies, give me the cravings, give me those baby bumps, give me all the new parent feels.

This is my life blood.

Second Chance: 4

Not in my top faves but I do love the history and characters who are burned and slow to trust.

Sex To Feelings: 2

It doesn’t do much for me unless it’s also a slow burn and full of feelings denial.

Slowburn: 6

I love it even tho sometimes I’m like ‘just kiss already!’ This trope makes me legitimately giddy ❤️

Soulmates: -5

Reveal here: I never read soulmates/soulmark stuff 😬

For me, characters knowing they are meant to be together takes out all the suspense and will they won’t they. It is very rare for me to enjoy a soulmates fic.

Tagging: @logicheartsoul @iamgalicia @bisamwilson @barneswilsonrogers

#tag game #sambucky #samstevebucky

[delektorskichick]

2 3 16 29

Assuming this is for the bored and anxious fanfic writer asks:

2) Do I read/reread my own fics?

Hell yes! Even fics that I’ve gifted someone else are written for me, by me, and it’s fic I want to see in the world. Since it’s fic I want to see in the world, I read it all the time!

3) What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Honestly it’s probably one of the two I’m working on right now that both kind of spiraled out of control? One is a (mostly) canon-compliant Clint/Nat/Laura fic that I wrote mostly at @cassiesinsanity’s urging, and the other is a multi-fandom spin-off of ANOTHER fic I’ve been working on (that was SUPPOSED to be a ONE-SHOT, dammit!) that is now longer than what I’ve written of the original fic.

16) At what point in the process do you come up with titles?

Unless a title slaps me upside the head at the beginning of a project (like honestly most of my NaNo works) it’s the last thing I figure out before I post it. And usually you’ll find me screaming into the void or scrolling those Criminal Minds quotes for something. Or I steal one a friend who’s read the fic comes up with.

29) Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

So here’s the thing. I don’t edit. I don’t cut things. I might spawn an idea or two that I never get to, but I don’t write them down. What little I do cut just isn’t really long enough to say that it’s an idea? I’m one of those people that will slap anything up on Ao3 once it’s complete enough to be coherent. Or I’ll use bits that fit for things like Whumptober.

BUT!

I dug through my word docs and found a thing that won’t be posted for a LONG time yet because I’m stymied on plot currently. It’s from a clintasha fic where Nat is a tattoo artist and Clint is a barista.

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Natasha walked into Howlie’s Ink Parlor -affectionately known as just Howlie’s- on Fulton Street, fifteen minutes late and without her usual Starbucks.

How on earth Steve managed to see her from where he was bent over his buzzing needle, Natasha didn’t know, didn’t want to know, honestly. But see her he did, and she heard the raised eyebrow in his voice when he spoke.

“Cutting caffeine cold turkey there, Nat?”

Natasha growled quietly at him as she slumped down on the stool at her station, chucking her bag under the desk with a careless thud. Her head was pounding, and she couldn’t even manage to be disgusted at the gooey love eyes Steve was making at James over his literal labor of love. He was putting the finishing touches on the scar-covering tattoo that he’d been tweaking and refining for the last eighteen months on James’s left arm.

Normally, Natasha would have just rolled her eyes and pulled out either some new flash sheets she was working on or pull up a design to do some last-minute tweaking of her own for a client. Normally her ferry was on time. Normally the last Starbucks before she got to Howlie’s wasn’t closed to undergo surprise repairs.

Normally she probably could have handled all that and just laughed it off, getting herself a cup of Steve’s horrible instant decaf in the breakroom and pretending it was real and bitching about her, admittedly ridiculous, commute.

But damn Matt Murdock and his shitty-ass timing. She hadn’t gotten any sleep last night, and she was getting too fucking old for that kind of shit.

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Hope that was what you were looking for!

#minirant #questions

[voicesinthedarkness]

Guidelines for story requests

-No sexual NSFW. If you ask for sexual NSFW, you will be trolled.

-If my askbox is closed, I’m not taking requests.

-Clintasha (romantic/sexual/platonic) as a main ship only. Clintasha (purely platonic), Clintasha x reader (platonic), character x reader (platonic) and side ship (platonic) requests are allowed. No character x reader (romantic/sexual) requests allowed. If you ask for side ships (romantic/sexual), I may or may not put them in, depending on how much I like them.

-Heavy whump requests are allowed, however I will break into little pieces if you ask for a major character death.

-I can do headcanons and crossovers, but due to my uncultured goblin brain I may not be able to write some fandoms as well (i.e. DC, most animes, movies, and TV shows). Though I’m happy to try!

-After a request is sent in through the askbox, I will reply to it with a confirmation that I have seen it (and possibly some questions), then once it has been written, I’ll make a separate post and mention either the requester or tag anon. To keep from being confused about which story is for you, I’d ask that you don’t send in a request as anon, unless it makes you very uncomfortable.

-Your request may need a while to simmer, so please be patient. If I post other things after answering your request, I have not forgotten. If the request has burnt, so to speak, I will reblog the ask post with an apology and keep the request to return to at some point.

-Some requests may have to be sectioned into chapters. You will also need to be patient with these. I will mention the requester for each chapter.

Masterlists below cut

Oneshots

In His Silence

dreams

Reaching Out For Your Hand

Fever

Bloodloss

Hidden Injury

Impaled

Nightmare

Series

Child (on hold because of my failing to do plot, it destroys me every time but I just want to get to writing the story 😭)

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven

#clintasha #clintasha fanfiction #side blog #guidelines #masterlist

[fandom-took-my-sanity]

😅🤡🛒✨🎨🦅🧠😬🤯💔

Also — I found you on AO3 and I love your Clintasha 😭

First of all, thank you so much, Lita! This was truly above and beyond. Let's get to it 😉

What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

I have a Jopper story from over two years ago on wattpad and it was my first published work. It’s really embarrassing and there are so many mistakes. I read it and laugh now.

What’s a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

From this fic:

When everyone got outside, Director Fury made an announcement over the loudspeaker.

“Hello agents, glad you could all join us in this mandated bi-annual pain in my ass.” That received a few chuckles.

“In the event of an actual fire,” Fury continued, “You are to remain in this waiting area until the all-clear is given by the SHIELD firefighters. This means no going back to your rooms or elsewhere until we are given the all-clear. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir.” Came the response from the gathered agents.

“Good, now that that’s over, you can all return to whatever you were doing before. Unless that whatever is throwing arrows in the ceiling in which case you may not continue doing that. Thank you.” Fury walked off the stage to join Hill on their walk back inside.

What are some common things you incorporate in your fics?

I defiantly make Taylor Swift references in my stories a lot. And I’ll make little homages to the original work. For example in my ongoing fic right now, my main character is staying in hotel room 514, which is the episode she gets married in in the show.

Give your writing a compliment

My writing makes people (including me) feel lots of emotions! The majority of my comments are people saying that I’ve made them cry. 🥲

How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I would cry. I think there would be so many tears. If someone wanted to do that that would be SO NICE!!

Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

For multi-chapter fics I outline, but for one shots (which is what I typically write) I just go for it.

Pick a character, I’ll tell you my favorite head canon for them.

Lita since you didn't give me a character I’ll do Olivia Caliban 😉 I think that on top of reading romance novels, she specifically enjoys fantasy romance. She likes being swept up in the story just as much as the love unfolding, and everything is more interesting to her when there are pirates and magic.

Which on of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

Luckily I don't write smut, so there isn't anything too bad they could find. It would have to be the old wattpad one I think, because it’s my worst work. But now I’ve taken to showing it to people, and a lot of my friends have read it. OH! one time in seventh grade I wrote a rpf about me and this guy I liked and it’s so bad it makes my eyes bleed. I also share that with my friends and we have done dramatic readings of it. I really have no shame. 🤷🏼‍♀️

What genre do you struggle with as an author?

Action isn't the best for me.

Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

goodbye don’t come easy (when you find the one)

Clint deals with Natasha’s death. One-shot. It’s SAD.

My Ao3

Send me an emoji (or a few!) and I’ll answer the question!

#asks #fanfiction #thanks for asking!! #keep sending them in!

[wntrsnat]

In the nicest way possible, please would you mind not using the Clintasha # for anti-Clintasha content? For those who do ship it, the tag should be a safe place where they can go to enjoy something they like as opposed to seeing negativity for it - same as I'm sure you would prefer to only see positive stuff about WinterWidow in the tags for that ♥ Anti- tags are a thing, though sadly seem to be used less and less as people lose that element of courtesy 😞

Hi hi!

First, I do want to clarify that I am not anti-Clintasha. I do like them as a couple and do ship them, though I prefer Buckynat.

Both of posts regarding them comes from place of love and empathy towards characters, specifically Clint, since Marvel does have certain patterns with them, as showed in some panels I’ve shared!

Tagging those posts with anti-Clintasha would simply be wrong, as I’m not anti-Clintasha nor discourage anyone from it. Just a fellow reader who loves both of them and noticed some flaws in their relationships! Which Winterwidow tends to have too, I just haven’t done a post about it yet.

My blog will ALWAYS be safe place for absolutely all and each ship, unless it’s an illegal or morally questionable one.

#asks

[justsomeclintasha]

Note: Not Clintasha. Friendship fic between Tony and Natasha, but can be read as more if they are your ship!

“Tony, you’re okay. Take it slow. I’m here.” Red hair slowly comes into focus beside him. He blinks, trying to reach for her. Handcuffs. Panic flutters in his chest. Her own cuffs rattle as she scoots closer and she’s grateful they haven’t been further restrained. “Breathe. I need you to listen to me. I’m going to get us out. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Look at me.” He does. “I need to see where we are. Someone is going to come soon. You’re going to let them take me. I can handle whatever it is they do to me.” He nods, his mouth too dry to answer. She nudges his shoulder with a soft smile. “Hey. We got this.”

XXXXX

They don’t have to wait long before the door creaks open. She doesn’t recognize the man in front of them. Tony’s expression indicates that he does.

“Stark, what a pretty little thing you got here.”

“You really think I’m pretty?” He laughs and pulls her up by her hair. His fist hits her in the mouth. She spits blood at his feet, smirking. “Won’t be so cocky soon, you little bitch. Let‘s go.”

XXXXX

He pushes her back into the room and slams the door. Tony’s eyes rake over her. Bruises on her arms and a split lip. Nothing they hasn’t seen before. Still.

“You alright?”

“Of course. Amateurs. We’ll be out of here in a few hours.” Despite the trembling in her body, her tone is light. She leans against his shoulder and closes her eyes. He can’t imagine she’s sleeping, but doesn’t move just in case.

XXXXX

Her eyes snap up to the door before it opens. Not sleeping then, just resting. The man from before grabs the bruise on her arm, jerking her to her feet. She shoots Tony a reassuring look and she’s gone.

XXXXX

Something is different when she returns. She won’t look at him, but he can’t take his eyes off her torso. Yellow and green bruises blossom on her skin. They’ve taken her shirt, leaving her in jeans and a sports bra. Marks in the shape of handprints wrap around her neck.

“I’m fine,” she snaps, feeling his gaze.

“You don’t look fine.” She turns to glare at him. Her eyes are red. “Shit, Nat, I’m sorry. What do we do?”

“I stole a keycard from one of the guards.”

“How?” She grimaces.

“Don’t ask. He was distracted. We’re going to get out of the cuffs. Weapons room is three doors down on the left. One guard. Easy. I think we’re underground. I can’t tell how far, but it doesn’t appear to be heavily guarded.”

“Yeah but.. how do we get out of the cuffs?”

“I’m going to dislocate my thumb.” Her voice is eerily calm, like she’s commenting on the weather. He stares at her. She leans towards him, pressing her forehead to his chest. Realization hits that she doesn’t want him to see her in pain. “One.. two.. fuck.” Her shoulders jerk and he knows she’s done it. She lets out a soft hiss as she sits back, popping the joint back into place. “Turn around.” She unlocks his cuffs with a hair pin. He rubs his wrists. Unzipping his sweatshirt, he hands it to her. She pulls it on and holds up the stolen keycard. “Let’s get out of here.”

“After you.”

XXXXX

It’s been several days since they’ve escaped and he’s successfully avoided her so far. He knows that’s impossible unless she’s allowed it. Finally she corners him in the kitchen when he’s making coffee.

“Are you okay?” He blinks, not understanding the question.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“I’m always okay.”

“That’s bullshit.” She raises an eyebrow. “You got hurt.”

“Minor inconveniences.”

“Your eyes were red. They made you cry.”

“I don’t cry. I didn’t cry.”

“I know,” he agrees gently. She softens. “I just meant.. thank you for everything. I’d still be stuck in there if it wasn’t for you.”

“Yeah, you are pretty useless without me, huh?” She offers a smile and he laughs, messing her hair.

“Am I ever getting my sweatshirt back?”

“Not a chance.”

#natasha romanoff #tony stark #avengers fic

[glass-frogs-and-dragons]

Sometimes family is you, your sister, your boyfriend, his protégée and a brainwashed ex-assassin with an obsession with Star Trek.

Warnings: Mild blood

Pairings: Clintasha, Yelena x Kate Bishop

Word count: 3228

Natasha had her whole evening planned. She had told Hill repeatedly that she should not be bothered unless it was a ‘someone important is dead or is very close to dying’ level emergency, she had put her phone on silent and she had bought two bags of goods for her ‘relaxing night’. In all honesty, it had been a long time since she had had a break, as stress nagged persistently at her, muttering missions in a nasal tone that suspiciously resembled Steve’s when he had a cold. She had bought a can of chocolate powder, another one of ground coffee, two bags of popcorn and small vanilla-scented cookies from a stall close to her apartment, and she was ready to let tranquillity cocoon her.

Locking the door behind her, she let the grocery bag drop onto the kitchen and waltzed into her bathroom to fill the bath. She prepared the chocolate, adding coffee and a few drops of vanilla, and poured it into her favourite mug. Humming to herself, the former assassin started the record player Steve once gifted her and, as the gentle notes of Chopin’s Nocturnes danced around the room, she slowly peeled her clothes off and left them in a pile on the floor. After submerging herself into the warm, lavender-scented water, she took a sip from her chocolate and let sleep cradle her tired soul.

Her rest was unfortunately interrupted by a loud knock on her front door, to which she opened one eye in annoyance and proceeded to close it again. The knocks became louder and more insistent, successfully scaring off all traces of sleep and welcoming irascibility with open arms.

“Someone better be dead or else they will be very soon,” Natasha grumbled as she climbed out of the bath, towelling down quickly and covering her body with a crimson robe.

She grabbed the mug and shuffled towards the door, attempting in vain to dry her hair. She opened it and raised a judging eyebrow at the bloody woman that was smiling sheepily on the other side.

“What the fuck do you want?”

The blonde gasped, faking offence, before wincing in pain and doubling over, the cupcake box in her left hand trembling slightly before she managed to steady it.

“How dare you say that to your dear sister.” She cried dramatically, her thick Russian accent bleeding through the words. “I even brought cupcakes and everything!”

Natasha sighed heavily and fought the urge to roll her eyes at her sister’s antics before stepping aside and beckoning her inside.

“Leave the cupcakes on the kitchen counter and go to the bathroom. I’ll find a first aid kit and some…” Natasha looked at her and couldn’t help but smirk. “… Decent clothes for you.”

Yelena snorted. “You don’t have decent clothes,”

“Just because they don’t have at least five pockets it doesn’t mean they are not decent, Yelena. Now shut up and go to the bathroom”.

Eyeroll. “Ладно, мама*”

Rummaging through her drawers, Natasha found two pairs of grey sweatpants, a navy t-shirt for Yelena and an old, ratty ‘Rolling Stones’ t-shirt that she stole from Clint once for herself. Biting her lip slightly, she decided to get one of Tony’s old MIT sweaters that he once lent her but she never gave back. Dressing up quickly, she grabbed her first aid kit and she walked into the bathroom, where Yelena was leafing through her book, making strange faces at it. Nat pulled the plug and let her bathwater disappear down the drain with only a minimal amount of longing.

“Why do you even read this? The murderer is so clumsy that even a newborn could have done it better.”

Natasha rolled her eyes but let her lips curl into an appeasing smile.

“It’s a recommendation. It helps me laugh at stupid people, Yel,” She knelt beside her, prompting her to take off her shirt and dabbing the alcohol-covered towel onto her wounds.

Yelena shut her eyes and hissed in pain, and Natasha sighed and hummed ‘American Pie’ under her breath, making her blonde sister snort but squeeze her shoulder gratefully. After a few minutes of silence, Natasha asked softly:

“Do I want to know what happened?”

Yelena shrugged, tilting her head back.

“Some assholes at a bar. Took care of them though,” Yelena eyed the clothes Natasha had brought her warily and raised her eyebrows. “You don’t want me to wear that, do you?”

“Yeah, that was the point. Now quit bitching and get dressed. I’ll wait for you in the living room.”

Ten minutes later, the two Russian assassins were sitting beside each other drinking hot chocolate and staring at the dark TV screen as if there was something worthy of their interest there. Yelena broke the silence.

“It doesn’t have… uh… what’s it called? That brown sweet powder that comes from a stick?”

Natasha looked at her and raised her eyebrows. “What?”

“Yes! You know! The…” Yelena balled her fists and frowned, frustrated. “The… that damned корича! How is it called?!”

“Cinnamon.”

“Yes!” Yelena shouted in triumph. “Cinnamon! It doesn’t have cinnamon!”

“No, Yelena, it doesn’t.”

Silence.

“It should have cinnamon,”

“Add it yourself.”

Huff.

“Fine.”

With that, the blonde stood up and stomped towards the kitchen, audibly rummaging through the cupboards as Natasha sighed and shook her head. She was going to tell her to look in the bottom shelves when the doorbell rang as if apologising, making her groan instead.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,”

She stood up and opened the door as Yelena screamed КОРНЧА at the top of her lungs; massaging the bridge of her nose, she took a deep breath and looked at the person who had decided to visit her. Dull blue eyes gazed at her, unwavering, with the slightest hint of amusement hidden behind the icy irises clouded with repressed thoughts.

“Что ты здесь делаещь,*”

The man’s lips twisted into a half soulless smile, before looking back up to her.

“Why? Can’t I casually visit a friend?”

Natasha rolled her eyes so far back she could almost see her brain turning to mush because of the sheer stupidity surrounding her.

“Cut the bullshit, James. What do you want?”

James pursed his lips and averted his eyes, looking more like a scolded child than the deadly assassin the legends made him out to be.

“Steve and Sam kicked me out of the house for being too annoying.”

“Your puns again?”

Bucky frowned and crossed his arms, grumbling.

“I don’t get why they say they’re bad! My puns are amazing, thank you very much! Honestly, if I weren’t an assassin, I would have done stand up comedy and I would have aced it!”

Nat tried to hide her laughter with a cough but failed miserably. Instead, she stood aside to let James enter, and she was rewarded with a shy smile and a pleased glint in his eyes.

“Come in, but you better keep your puns to a minimum or I’ll kick you out.”

Bucky raised his arms in mock surrender, a much more cheerful smile gracing his lips now as he sauntered into her apartment and directly towards the kitchen, leaving a small plastic bag on the coffee table.

“You’re an angel, Natalia!” He called out after her.

Nat took a couple of deep breaths to compose herself and walked towards the coffee table, peeking inside the bag to find five or six movies in old DVD cases; the redhead smiled, but immediately froze when she heard two guns cocking and a couple of all-too-familiar growls.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I could be asking the same question, pretty boy,”

If someone gave Natasha a dollar every time she sighed because of her friends’ stupidity, she could probably buy half the Avengers Tower. Leaving the movies back where they were, she went to the kitchen to stop her friend and her sister from turning each other into strainers, but when she got there she could not help the barks of laughter that escaped her throat. Yelena had her trusty gun in one hand, pointing it at James, but in the other, she had the chocolate-covered spoon that Natasha had been using to stir the pot hours before. Bucky, ever the stoic in the face of danger, was pointing his gun at her, only looking away to send a questioning glance at Natasha.

“James, Yelena, put your guns down…” Natasha suppressed a snort. “… And the spoon. Please.”

“You know him?” The blonde asked, still suspicious and without taking her eyes away from Barnes.

“Yeah. He’s James Barnes, Yel. I told you about him, remember?”

Yelena frowned gripping the gun and the spoon tighter.

“The зимний солдат? Nat…”

But Bucky cut her off with a snarl: “My name is James Buchannan Barnes, but I am not him anymore.”

Teal eyes widened as her back straightened and she lowered the gun; then slowly, like an animal who does not know its keeper, she stalked towards him, suspicious and careful. Finally, when she was close enough, she asked in a conspiratory whisper:

“Do you like cinnamon?”

James raised his eyebrows at the question but answered nonetheless.

“It’s fine, but I prefer peppermint.”

Yelena’s eyes widened and she smiled like a madwoman, looking at Natasha briefly and then turning to rummage once again through the shelves to find anything resembling peppermint in the redhead’s kitchen, thanking Bucky profusely.

“Natasha! You didn’t tell me your friend was a genius!”

Natasha huffed a laugh and shook her head at James’ frankly adorable confusion, before walking towards the small plant pots and plucking a couple of peppermint leaves from the plant to then hand to Yelena.

“Thanks, Natasha!”

The older woman then turned to Bucky and smiled, rolling her eyes.

“My sister, Yelena. She is very enthusiastic about… certain things, and hot chocolate is one of them.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows, then turned back to watch the energetic blonde stir vigorously the pot and he smiled.

“It’s good for someone to appreciate the little things in life,” He mused. “She’d love Sam.”

Knowing green eyes gazed at him as Natasha nudged him with her elbow, a smirk playing on her lips since he first mentioned the Falcon. When Bucky caught sight of it, he frowned and pushed her away with a muttered fuck off. It was common knowledge that Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes hated each other… except that they didn’t, and since the time Natasha had caught them plotting together to prank Steve like they had been friends forever she had never let either of them live that down. They were thick as thieves, even though neither one of them wanted to admit it.

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“But you were going to, now shut up Natalia.”

The redhead just giggled and put an arm around the other’s shoulders while Yelena handed each of them a mug full of…

“I like to call it The Best Hot Chocolate Ever Created, obviously made by me. And don’t worry,” she said as she handed the former Winter Soldier his mug. “I didn’t poison this one.”

Barnes stared at her, unsure.

“You are aware that poison doesn’t affect me as much as…”

“That’s bullshit, James, and you know it,” Natasha interrupted him.

“Oh come on. It was just indigestion! Are you never going to let me live that down?”

“I laced your food with my ‘poison of the week’, it was most definitely not indigestion.”

“Nevermind that,” Yelena interrupted their quipping, “my food has no poison. Now drink.”

Under Yelena’s scrutinizing gaze, Barnes took an experimental sip before his eyes lit up with fond memories of nights shared in front of the fire, curled around the slim body of a certain blond. He let a disbelieving, carefree chuckle escape his lips and Yelena cheered in triumph. Natasha just grinned.

“Let’s go see what films James brought us, shall we?”

The three assassins sat down on the couch and Natasha spread the movies on the coffee table in front of them, side-eyeing James every time a Star Trek movie appeared with barely hidden amusement colouring her eyes. James ignored her the first three times, turning redder by the second, and when they reached the fourth, he mumbled:

“What? Tony recommended them and I think they’re good,”

Yelena nodded as if she knew what he was talking about and Natasha rolled her eyes again. They were about to choose a movie when a couple of feeble, hollow knocks interrupted their discussion. Natasha buried her face in her hands and massaged her temples, groaning.

“I swear to God,”

Beside her, Yelena snorted and Bucky cocked his head with an unspoken question, to which Natasha replied:

“Today was supposed to be all ‘me time’ but you idiots ruined it. Well, I guess this gives me an excuse to ask for a longer vacation.”

Before Bucky could apologise fruitlessly, a couple of stronger knocks interrupted him, making him close his mouth and walk towards the door.

“I’ll take it, Natalia, don’t worry.”

Natasha huffed out a laugh and shook her head, giving her sister a side-glance, her eyes spelling an invitation, and Yelena rolled her eyes at Romanoff and stood up, pouting, and followed James. After she was sure they were distracted, she stood up and walked towards her bedroom, pulling a vintage sword from its stand beside the mirror and twirling it in her arms before kicking the door open and raising the sword towards the assaultant. What waited for her on the other side, however, was something completely unexpected yet strangely unsurprising.

Clint was sitting casually on top of her chest of drawers, clad in some sort of medieval armour, with a makeshift sword composed of a grey pool noodle and a half-assed handle, and eating Doritos with his free hand and four pizza boxes stacked on the chair. Beside him, a young, black-haired woman dressed in one of Clint’s old suits and carrying a bow and a quiver looked at her apologetic and terrified in equal measure, and only then did Natasha realize the picture they all painted: her with a sword, Clint in full armour and the girl in bright purple.

“Hey, Nat! I was just walking by the neighbourhood and thought: Hey! Why don’t I visit my lovely partner? I’m sure she has nothing to do today, so let’s cheer her up! So here I am!”

Well… at least that’s what the redhead thought he said because instead, the only thing that left his mouth was muffled words and a spray of Dorito crumbs. Natasha huffed out a laugh and put her sword down, waiting for Clint to swallow, and turned to the woman and swept her gaze up and down her figure.

“Who are you?”

Her voice was not as steely as when she was in an interrogation, but the clear-eyed brunette was still a stranger in her home.

“I… um… I’m Kate. Yeah. My name is Kate Bishop. And… uh… you’re the Black Widow, right?”

At Natasha’s curt nod, her cheeks flushed pink and extended her hand.

“Uh… I swear I don’t stutter this much usually. It’s just…”

“It’s not every day that you meet a former assassin?” Natasha finished off with a playful smile and emotionless eyes, shaking her hand.

Kate’s brow furrowed and she tilted her head. “It’s not every day that I meet a hero,”

Natasha paused and her eyes widened, her smirk turning into a smaller, much more sincere smile.

“You know Clint,”

“He doesn’t count.”

They both chuckled at Clint’s offended ‘I’m here, you know!’, then Natasha spoke in an attempt to reposition the mask of nonchalance that had been cracked by the girl.

“My sister and a friend are over too. Come on, I’ll lend you some suitable clothes and you can join the impromptu movie night.” Natasha rummaged through her drawers and gave Kate a pair of sweatpants and a graphic tee.

“Clint can find his own clothes.” He stuck his tongue out at her, and she did the same in response. “Go to the living room when you’re ready.” She walked towards the door but, before she left, she turned back to the Hawkeye duo. “Oh and Kate?”

“Yes?”

“You can call me Natasha.”

Leaving the archers behind to get dressed, Natasha walked to the front door where Bucky and Yelena were walking in and out, looking for the nonexistent caller. Natasha tapped their shoulders, and Bucky did not jump thank you very much, but he did seem startled like a deer in headlights, and smiled at them playfully.

“They’re already inside, guys. You don’t need to wait out here.”

Yelena frowned at her sister being so at ease with someone who had broken into her home, but at Bucky’s knowing smile and kind eyes the tension on her shoulders eased into mild disapproval.

“Of course you’d let your boyfriend in but not us,”

“Don’t call him my boyfriend, it’s childish,” Natasha chided.

A snicker broke the heatless glares that Barnes and Romanoff shared and they both turned back to the living room, where Clint was sat on the couch, boxes of pizza open on the table and with Kate standing nearby. When he noticed everyone was staring at him, he raised his hands in mock surrender and giggled.

“Oh don’t mind me, I’m just witnessing the fiercest glare battle I’ve seen in a while. I’m Clint, by the way,” he introduced himself to the blonde, “And this lovely kid here is Kate Bishop.”

Natasha rolled her eyes at her partner’s stupidity and Kate’s offended gasp and beckoned her sister and her friend to sit on the loveseat beside them. When she was comfortably nestled between Bucky and Clint, her feet on the former’s lap and her body against the latter’s chest. The older archer grinned as he ran his fingers through her crimson hair.

“You can sit too, you know?” Yelena commented, gazing at Kate from the loveseat she was sprawled on.

Kate raised an eyebrow and grinned unsurely.

“Where?”

Yelena seemed to think for a moment, before looking back up with the most innocent smile she could muster and patting her lap, enjoying the deep blush that covered the other’s cheeks.

“I… that’s your lap.” Kate spluttered unintelligently.

“You’re very observant.”

“I can’t sit on your lap.”

Yelena paused for a moment, then stood up, ignoring the smirk her sister surely had on her face and the bewildered looks the two men were giving her, she leaned closer to Kate, her gaze never leaving the other’s green eyes.

“Then let me sit on yours,”

Kate’s face was bright red now, and she averted her eyes in embarrassment, focusing solely on the grey loveseat in front of them. The older former assassins were watching the interaction intensely until she nodded silently, sitting down and letting Yelena sit on her lap and immediately curling around her like a cat; Clint whooped and Bucky and Natasha chuckled, the former grabbing the remote and pressing play. They let the Star Trek intro wash over them as Natasha laced her fingers with Clint’s, allowing a contented sigh to escape her lips as she finally, finally got the rest she wanted.

“Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise…”

Translations (In order of appearance)

*okay, mom

*What are you doing here?

*Winter soldier

#natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #yelena belova #kate bishop #clint barton #archer team #doritos #natasha's day off #marvel #mcu #my writing #clintasha #clint x natasha #kate x yelena #i like it okay #sam and bucky are best pals #cinnamon #feat. hot chocolate

[redbirdbella]

V. V. V. Cheesey hurt/comfort Clintasha

TW: hurt!natasha nothing explicit though, blood mention

"I'm sorry about your bow" Natasha whispers reaching up for Clint, its been a long night. Grim, dirty, bloody. It’s been a long time since she was last in any real danger, staring up at the men who made her, and even longer since she hasn’t had a sniper. The crack of Clint's bow splintering still echo's in her mind, the sound had almost broken her. She grabs his jaw and running her hands along the stubble she finds there as she directs his attention back to her. 

"aw-no" Clint replies bashfully, managing a small smile hidden by the shadows of the streetlights. She can feel it though as his jaw tightens under her fingers. "It's ok, really, it's what she would have wanted. She always said she wanted to die a hero."

He catches her hands and holds them there. She looks smaller, which she isn't, unless the KGB have some kind of shrink ray he doesn't know about. It might be better than the alternative. If they’ve found new more creative ways to tear her apart in the past 8 months. He’s got to hand it to them, the KGBs red room dickheads are determined to place themselves at the top of inhuman monsters he’s encountered. He’d wished upon any star, any airplane, and every damn streetlight that he got there in time. To get there before she forgot herself.  

"You really loved that thing"

"Yeah" Clint says tenderly sensing another trigger as her hands begin to fidget.

"Yeah I did" he admits pulling her right hand towards his mouth running his thumb across the freshly grazed knuckle, "But your worth it" he says with more certainty then he expects.

Natasha smiles, lip splitting with the effort. She's beautiful, even when its all stripped away. The make up. The bravado. He’ll take these little moments. Clint brings her hand into a lazy kiss just to stop anything else tumbling out. He rests his head into her, even as she frees her thumb and brushes the ash that's landed on his cheek smearing it between their skin. 

#clintasha #kinda sweet #maybe hmmm #comments appreciated

[natasha-romanoff-deserved-better]

Clintasha Advent 2020 

Day four- AU.  

Soulmate AU, where on your tenth birthday, any injuries or marks on your soulmate begin to appear as marks on you as well. (TW: mentions of red room abuse.) 

Waverly, Iowa. 1992.

Clint stirred restlessly in his bed, eyes having adjusted to the dark over an hour ago. On his nightstand, his clock blinks red with the time- 10:40pm. Not even two more hours to go until his tenth birthday.

There would be no birthday party, like the other kids in his school often got. Probably no presents as well, unless Barney or his mom had managed to sneak some money from his father, but he highly doubted that. It was fine. He didn’t need presents or a party or anything like that, because he knew he had something better than anything his family could have gotten for him waiting for him in the morning.  

Soulmate marks.

He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he had been looking forward to his tenth birthday for three years now. He dreamt of the marks he would find. Possibly scarped knees from running down grassy hills, or rough hands from climbing trees. Anything was welcome, he didn’t care what it was. Just the thought of having something physical, something he would be able to look down and know that yes, there really was someone out there for him, someone who would love all of him and was meant just for him. No one could take that away from him, not even his father.

That morning, the second he wakes up he runs into the bathroom and chucks his pajamas off. He expects to have to search for new marks. Instead, he is horrified to find himself littered with bruises, a faint mark of a large scar resembling a burn on his leg, and several cut marks going up and down his arms. Covering his back, there are red crisscrosses, reminiscent of the whip marks he saw sometimes in movies he was too young to be watching. Wide eyed and shaking, he slowly dawns a long sleeve sweater and jeans, praying no one would catch a glimpse.

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Undisclosed, Russia. 1994.

Natasha stared in the mirror as the other girls bustled around her in the communal bathroom, frantically getting ready for another long day of training. She had been in the middle of braiding her hair when she noticed it- the two new bruises, one on her left wrist and the other blooming over her jawline. She frowns at them, trying to think of when she had gotten them, but draws a blank. The wrist bruise was on the wrong side- it was her right wrist they handcuffed to the bed every night, and she hadn’t been hit in the jaw in several days that she could remember.

Several times before, when Natasha had been eavesdropping in places she shouldn’t, she had caught whispers from the older girl’s conversations. Hushed talks about new marks and partners. Stupid, she always thought when she overheard them. Everyone knew Red Room girls were meant to be alone.

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Budapest, Hungary. 2009.

She had been ready for him, so the moment she senses him silently sneak in through the window of the dusty apartment she had been camping out in while he thinks she’s sleeping, she flips over and fires her gun.

He somehow manages to dodge the bullet, and within a second has his own gun trained right back at her. They stare each other down for several seconds.

“Natalia. I don’t want to kill you but I will if you force me.” He speaks in choppy Russian. Which is dumb, If he had actually done his research on her, he should know she speaks almost fifteen languages. Maybe he thinks the Russian will make him seem more trustworthy.

She doesn’t respond, just keeps her gun raised at him. He is first to engage, rapidly grabbing her arm and knocking her gun away. She fights back, swiftly elbowing him in the ribs and twisting away. The fight drags on, the back and forth to win dominance prolonged by their similar skill set.

Several minutes pass before Natasha is finally able to grab ahold of his arm, and she lashes out with one of her many hidden knives, slicing through his flesh. Blood promptly begins to spill from the gash, but that isn’t what makes her drop his arm and stumble away, shell shocked. It’s the matching bright red mark that she witnesses appear on her arm in real time.

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SHIELD safehouse, Maine. 2015.

It’s snowing outside, the clouds darkening the sky despite it being 10am. They lay curled together on the double bed, legs tangled together as her head rests on his chest. A pile of blankets lay on top of them, acting half as blankets, half as a barrier to the physical world around them. She had awoken from a nightmare only an hour before. It had been a bad one. Clint knows this because of the pleading in Russian she had been crying out before he shook her awake.

He softly traces a several inch scar on her forearm. He remembers this one. She had gotten it when he was fourteen.

“I looked for you, you know.”

“What?”

They don’t talk about this. Though they had never expressly said it, it had become an unspoken rule between the two not to mention their childhoods or their pasts. Those years were dark and far behind them. There was no sense in spending time looking at the past, only the future, where the light was.

“I tried to find you. I...” He pauses, hoping he isn’t crossing a line by telling her this. But he needs her to know. He needs her to know she had been loved. “Every time there was a new major mark. I would get online and search and search for news articles of accidents, or any reported injuries matching yours. Every time there was a new child abuse case in the news, I tried to match it and see if it was you. I don’t know what I was thinking. But I didn’t know what else to do. I guess, I thought if I could find you, somehow, that I could save you.”

He continues. “When I was fifteen, I actually reached out to a hotline. It was made for this kind of stuff- helping find soulmates who might be in trouble. Nothing really came of it. But god, Nat, I promise I really did try.”

He gently squeezes her closer to him, so that he could feel more of her warm body. She is quiet, processing so much new information, but he can see the slight parting of her lips as she measures her breathing carefully, trying not to give too much away about her thoughts.

After several minutes of silence from her, she squeezes her eyes closed and a small tear slips down her cheek. He doesn’t wipe it away. She looks up to him. “Thank you.” She whispers, voice slightly raspy. “Thank you.”

#okay wait I actually ended up loving this more than I thought I would #this au was really big in on of my old ships and i always wondered what would happen in a case like this #clintasha #clintasha advent 2020 #clint barton #natasha romanoff #clint/natasha #soulmate au #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #look i actually wrote something

[themculibrary]

Modern au clintasha?

if anyone knows of any where clintasha is the main pairing, send them in! most of the ones i managed to find are stucky focused, or another pairing. unless i'm just not looking hard enough lol

but hopefully you still enjoyed these ones i found:

Critical Feline Mass (ao3) - Kryptaria, zooeyscigar

Summary: Adjusting to civilian life is hard for any military veteran — especially for one ex-sniper with a cybernetic arm, a classic Harley, and friends who keep trying to ‘help.’ When Sam Wilson at the VA sends Sergeant Barnes to rent a room from the hottest guy in the DC area, Bucky thinks maybe civilian life is worth it after all. And then he finds out Captain Rogers is everything Bucky’s not: a real hero, a Medal of Honor recipient, and an all-around nice guy. Bucky doesn’t have a chance in hell with him.

Sam was a huge help to Steve Rogers when he left the military. In the spirit of ‘pay it forward,’ Steve decides to rent out his basement room to a vet in need. But when Sergeant Barnes shows up on his doorstep, he knows he’s in for a world of trouble. Barnes is exactly what Steve never knew he wanted, from his bedroom eyes to his wicked innuendos. And he’s Steve’s tenant.

A love story in twelve chapters, including two Harley-Davidsons, a guardian angel, multiple snipers, the only woman who can scare them into behaving themselves, spontaneous kittens, and one attacking sheep.

I've Never Felt Young (But For You I'll Try) (ao3) - eden22

Summary: Bucky has been working at Clint’s bakery ever since he left the military. He’s happy with his life, and adjusting to his missing arm. But when tiny, argumentative Steve Rogers walks into the bakery one day, his life will never be the same...

Just Me, You, and These Shitty Cigarettes (ao3) - dabblingwithwords

Summary: Steve Rogers is pretty sure Natasha's new roommate is trying to kill him. Which he wouldn't mind considering he's been helplessly in love with him since they were thirteen.

Latte Art and Slow Dancing in the Dark (ao3) - deadonarrival

Summary: Once upon a twitter someone pointed out that there is a Starbucks inside the CIA building and how it should be a Stucky Meet Cute and since I happen to have worked at Starbucks and I hate DC I was like, man let me just... do that.

Here's the tea:

Bucky is a somewhat well-adjusted former army sniper that got his shoulder blown out. He took his discharge and went home to finish school and is working on his international relations masters. His best friends and roommates (Nat & Clint) are CIA agents and tip him off that their local Sbux is hiring. He gets a job there and meets none other than the hottest guy on earth.

So how does one get a date in the most top secret government location in the US? What happens when that guy is more than just a hot dorito and wants to give Bucky everything he wants? Bucky is going to have to figure out his shit and fast. That's what's up.

- Tori

#answered #anonymous #clintasha #clint barton #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #au #modern au #list

[avengerscompound]

The Surrogate - Chapter 3

The Surrogate:  A Clintasha Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count:  2213

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Blood and Injures, smut (FF, oral sex, shower sex, vaginal fingering)

Synopsis: A freak end of the world incident leads to meeting your two best friends, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff.  While your friendship with the two Avengers is anything but conventional, they are your all-time favorite people.  When you find out that Clint and Natasha want to start a family but have exhausted all their options, you realize your powerset might allow you to give them what they want.  Having your best friends’ baby might seem like a good idea on paper, but when you are as close as you, Clint, and Natasha are, will doing something so intimate mean feelings get a little mixed up?

Chapter 3

Your induction into the Avengers had been long and not always the most pleasant.  The people were great, the training was excruciating.  It started with legal clearance.  Then they ran tests on you.  Those tests gave you a better understanding of your powers, but it still left them pretty useless to anyone other than you.  A blood transfusion with someone of the same blood type as you could heal them of anything minor, but it didn’t work on old injuries or scar tissue, and they couldn’t regrow missing limbs or organs.  It worked on illnesses too, but in the case of cancer, there would almost be a battle between your powers and the mutated cells, and the more cancer there was, the less likely your powers could help unless you kept donating blood.

With that understanding, you were asked if you wanted to train to be an agent.  You could potentially get into places that others couldn’t.  After all, poison couldn’t kill you.  Nor could bullets or knives.  You could also help others with minor injuries if they needed it.  You took a little while to decide but in the end, agreed.  That’s when the intensive training began.

Every day you woke up at four and went for a run.  The run was followed by boot camp where you’d do circuits or run obstacle courses.  That was followed by weapons training.  Then computer hacking, or field medicine, or behavioral profiling, or any of the other myriad of things you needed to learn to become a spy.

During the eighteen months you trained, you also formed bonds.  You dated a couple of other new recruits.  One of them for several months and when you ended up breaking up, it was messy and you both got in trouble for creating drama.  You made friends throughout the facility.  Most were people at your level but there were people in the medbay that you got close with too, along with receptionists and a couple of the avengers.  There was even an incident where you got drunk and made out with Sam Wilson at a Christmas party.

None of the relationships you formed were anywhere near as close as the ones you developed with Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton.  To begin with it seemed to just come out of Clint feeling responsible for you.  He was the one that dragged you into this life, he didn’t want you to feel alone while you were adjusting.

Clint was an easy person to like and it wasn’t long until you were both as thick as thieves.  Being around Clint meant you were around Natasha too.  While she took a little longer to warm up to new people, she was cool and protective once it happened and long before she had accepted you as one of her people, you had developed a kind of crush on her.  Once she decided you were one of hers, they both felt like family.

It was Natasha that you had your first mission with.  She took you another two newbies and Sharon Carter to break down some HYDRA bases.  It involved several raids of different warehouses, office buildings, and underground installations and your group and been going from country to country for over a week.

“How many more of these are there?”  Sharon asked, cracking her back as she walked through the door.  You, Mendez, Sharma, and Natasha all followed after her.

“Too many,” Natasha complained, heading right to the bathroom.  She was holding her side like she was in pain and you were worried she was trying to make her injury seem less dire than it was.

“Alright.  I’m ordering food,” Sharon said as Mendez flopped onto the couch and Sharma went straight to the minibar.  “Can you go check on, Nat?  Help her with the stitches if she needs some.”

You nodded and knocked on the bathroom door before letting yourself in.  Natasha had stripped her catsuit down so it was hanging at her hips.  The black of her sports bra contrasted against the pale cream of her skin, and as your eyes traveled down her body, looking for injuries they were drawn to the large gash on her side oozing dark red blood.

“Let me see,” you said, coming over to her.

“It’s not too bad.  Already started healing,” she explained, uncovering the part she was holding a washcloth against that was slowly turning from white to red.  “Stings though.  I could use some butterfly bandages at least.”

You looked it over. “I can help with that,” you said.  “I bet I could kiss it better though.  Given you heal faster than normal anyway.”

Natasha smirked at you and raised her eyebrow.  “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

You chuckled.  “Fine, butterfly bandages it is.”

“No, no, no,” she said.  “You don’t mind?”

“Of course not,” you said.  “I kissed Clint after all.”

She laughed and winced at the pain in her side.  “It would be a vast improvement.”

You laughed and moved in, licking your lips.  Her hand went to your jaw and guided you in, bringing your lips to hers.  The spark between you happened instantly, seemingly starting in your core.  A moan escaped you, but was smothered by her lips, her hand pushed back into your hair, holding you in place as your lips caressed hers.  You darted your tongue out running it over the corner of her mouth and she brought her tongue out to meet yours, circling them together.

She pulled back, tugging on your bottom lips with her teeth.  “Bozhe moy…”  Natashas sighed, she put her hand on your hip and dragged you flush against her. “Now I know why Clint likes kissing you so much.”

You laughed softly.  “Yeah, he’s always injured.”

She started laughing too and kissed the corner of your mouth, her tongue flicking out as she did.  “How many times have the two of you been together now?”

“Like work kissing or actual sex?”  You asked.

Natasha laughed louder.  “Work kissing...”

“What?”  You said, breaking down into laughter with her.  “That’s what it is.”

She got control of herself and her fingers flexed on your hip.  “Actual sex.”

“Four,” you breathed as you ghosted your lips over the shell of her ear.

“Then we have some catching up to do.”

She captured your lips and kissed you greedily.  You submitted to her, snaking your arms around her waist and pulling her closer to you.  You felt like you were in some kind of dream.  You’d imagined doing this with Natasha and while you knew she and Clint were in an open relationship, you were too chicken to suggest it to her.

She pushed her thigh between your legs and you began to grind on it.  The way the spandex of your catsuit rubbed against your pussy as you rocked on her thigh creating a delicious burn through you.  Natasha’s hands slid up your sides and over your breasts.  Her touch almost making your skin vibrate under them.  When she reached your throat she held them there, her thumbs caressing the zipper, making you purr into the kiss.

She pulled back and unzipped your catsuit, taking her time so she could really appreciate the way your skin came into view.  “We should get into the shower so I can wash this blood off me.”

“How is it?” You asked, taking another look at her wound. It had scabbed over but still looked painful.  You knew after what you were both going to do it would be fully healed.

“Nearly there,” Natasha answered as she pushed the arms of your catsuit off.  She dragged the skin-tight fabric down your skin, crouching in front of you as she pulled the suit all the way off.

You started up the water as she stripped the rest of her catsuit off and began stripping you of your underwear.  You hummed and ghosted your lips up her neck as you removed hers as well.  When you were both naked, you took a moment just to admire her.  The enticing curve of her hips, and the soft swell of her breasts.  The way her nipples stood out, dark pink against cream.  You leaned down and flicked your tongue over one before pulling it into your mouth.  It drew a moan from her and she guided you back under the water.

The warm water washed down over both of you and as you suckled on her breast the warm water filled your mouth.  You moved further down her body, licking and sucking the water from her skin.  When you were kneeling in front of her she leaned back against the tiles and put her leg up on your shoulder.

You hummed as you came face to face with the thatch of red pubic hair, the smell of sex wafting from her, heady and inviting.  You licked your lips and nosed up her folds.  Your tongue darted our flicking over them, getting the first taste of her salty musk.  There was a small spark, like you’d touched your tongue to a battery.  She hummed and her hands went to your hair pushing you in tighter to her cunt.

“Don’t be a tease,” she purred, her hips rocking against your mouth.  You groaned and began to lap at her cunt.  Your tongue swept wide over her folds, exploring every part of her sex.  It dipped inside and there was a strong jolt between you.  Shy gasped and her cunt flooded, dripping onto your tongue.  “That is quite the side effect,” Natasha groaned.  Her hands tightened in your hair, making your scalp prickle.

You moaned and sucked hungrily.  Your head was swimming like you were getting drunk on her.  Nat tugged on your locks and you looked up, your eyes meeting hers.  “Focus now,” she growled.

Her demand sent a shiver through you and you began to suck on her clit.  You were rewarded with a low moan and more of her arousal dripped from her.  It began to run down the insides of her thighs, and was carried away by the shower.  You pushed first one finger and then another into her, and slowly began to fuck her with them.

“Deeper,” she moaned as you thrust them in and out and sucked on her clit.

You complied quickly, pushing your fingers deep inside her, and scissoring them.  The soft muscles of her cunt, squeezed around your digits and she moaned loudly letting her head fall back.  Her red hair was soaked and fell down her back, sticking to her skin.

“Deeper, dorogaya,” Natasha groaned.   When you complied, she moaned louder still and her hands tightened in her hair.  “Curl them.”

You did as you were told, and your fingertips touched on a spongy spot inside her. She cried out and her toes curled.  Her fluids began to run down your wrist and you lapped them up before going back to sucking on her clit.  “Right there,” she praised.  “Harder now.”

You stroked over that sweet spot inside her and she began to fall apart.  She got louder and louder, her cunt beginning to flutter around her digits.  With a loud cry she came, her hips bucking against your face.

You moaned and kept going but she put her hand on your jaw and guided you back.  “Your turn,” she purred.  “Let me show you how it’s done.”

She dropped to her knees in front of you and you braced yourself against the cool tiles lifting your leg and resting your foot against the wall.  Natasha slowly lapped up your folds.  The spark of your powers happened immediately and intensely like she was drawing them out with her tongue.  You both groaned loudly and you tangled your fingers in her hair and let your head fall back.  With the current already running through you, you knew you weren’t going to last long.

She teased it out, flicking her tongue over your clit and dipping it inside you.  She used her lips to ruffle the folds of your labia and nipped gently at your clit.  It was hard to keep your focus with that alone, but as she began to focus on your clit you lost control completely.

You moaned and bucked against her face.  You grabbed hold of the showerhead to keep yourself up as she thrust her fingers inside you and immediately began working them over your g-spot.  You had trouble holding yourself up as electricity coursed through your veins.  She hit your g-spot hard again and again.  Your legs trembled and your toes curled and with a loud cry, you came, gushing onto her.

She moaned and drank up what she could before getting to her feet.  She wrapped her arm around your waist and supported you as you came down from your orgasm high.  “Holy, hell,” she said.  “I love your powers.”

You started laughing and kissed her cheek.  “They’re pretty great.”

You ran your hand down along the spot where her cut had been.  It was now just clean, fresh skin with no trace of an injury happening in the first place.  Natasha grabbed the shampoo and started washing her hair.  “Come on,” she said.  “Better hurry up.  There’s no way they didn’t hear what we were doing in here.”

// NEXT

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[hotchley]

I was just going through my screenshots and I found some from a few months ago where ppl were rude and anti hotchniss in the tags of one of my posts and now I’m feeling fucking awful again. Why do people

Like they probably don’t even remember writing that but it’s left such an impression on me?? If you don’t have something nice to say just don’t say it at all 😐 „oh but if you put sth on the internet you have to be prepared for criticism and negativity“ it’s a fucking headcanon you dumbfuck I also don’t go around saying awful things about your ships

Sorry I’m just rly mad rn

Why do I always get the ships that are hated on so much. Clintasha (what my main blog is abt) also gets so much fucking hate everywhere. Tumblr is the only half safe space. They get absolutely bashed on tiktok, on insta you better not mention that you ship them so marvel fans that don’t ship them follow you and don’t think youre weird and a few weeks back someone on twitter said that everyone who ships clintasha has been in a psychiatric facility and deserves to be there and ppl were agreeing with them?? like à la „HAKBDJSBDJDK YOU DIDNT [name]“ „SHAJDJ THEYLL COME FOR YOU HAHAHA“ I just don’t get it. Why try to ruin something that brings joy to others and doesn’t harm anyone? Clintasha personally helped me through a time where my life was absolutely fucking awful. Reading about them helped me cope. I’m so angry

~ 🐝

No I get what you mean though

Also I know that media has an effect on people, but people really do take the ship hate too far like if you don't like a ship, that's fine, but there's no need to post about it. Nobody ever looks at filtered tags and then ignores it unless it's actually triggering. We're all just too curious.

And especially on tumblr, if you don't like a ship, you filter the tag and that's the end of it. I don't particularly care about j/emily (I don't want it to show up in the tag lol) which is why I don't post about it. But I don't take a post about them and make it negative because somebody else likes that and they aren't hurting anyone.

ALSO!! I swear to god, I have NEVER in my life followed a Hotchniss shipper that shit on the other ships?? Everyone is so calm and so chill and just like: you ship what you want and I won't comment, but they get so much stick? I don't even understand??

Like with CM, Hotchniss is not the problem. Nobody ever seems to care when Reid gets infantilised in his relationships with grown men, or when he gets paired with Rossi/Gideon but somebody ships Hotchniss and suddenly they're a bad person??

WAIT CLINTASHA GETS HATED ON?? WHY?? There's nothing inherently problematic about it, is there? Like seriously. It's not an abusive power dynamic or anything like that I'm so confused.

I get what you mean though. Certain ships shouldn't exist, but you don't need to hate on ones that aren't problematic because it's not that big of a deal. People aren't hurting anyone with there preferences so stop acting like they are! That's why the only ship slander accepted on my blog is Rossi/Reid and Gideon/Reid and the obvious ones that aren't actually ships because they're abusive

It's hard, but you can't let the fandom make you hate the media. Read your fics and be happy that you just let other people live <3

#🐝anon #people talk to me #what do i even tag this as

[starcchild]

[marvel for the fandom thing!!

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((as a disclaimer, I’m not very versed with general fandom views on characters fhjgsdjh

The first character I first fell in love with: Steve! 13 year old me was obsessed with Steve SDFGJHKSDFGLKJSDF The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: uhh funnily enough, Tony! I got into the mcu when it was still. peak 2012 era, so the fandom had some truly wonderful (albeit incorrect dsfgkjhdgfs) perceptions of the og Avengers, so my opinions were literally based on that dsfjhsgdf The character everyone else loves that I don’t: uh... hmm. That’s a good question? Maaaaaybe Zemo? Idk, I don’t care for his character, but he seems decently popular sgfdjhksdf - I’m the worst at figuring out general fandom views on characters for the most part tbh. Unless it’s like. blatantly obvious like the next question The character I love that everyone else hates: Pepper! like, yeah, I can understand why people don’t like her, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with hating her/disliking her/what have you, but I personally do love her sdfgjsdfg The character I used to love but don’t any longer: ooh, uh... idk tbh! Maybe Quill?? He’s... there. Kinda obnoxious, but he’s funny The character I would totally smooch: I’d,,, rather not SDKHJGSDF - like, literally no one not me hiding an answer dsfgjhkgsfdj The character I’d want to be like: Natasha maybe?  The character I’d slap: fuckin. Secretary Ross sdfgjsfd A pairing that I love: Tony/being alive and happy uhhh Clint/Natasha sdghsd - Clintasha was my first ship getting into the fandom and I still love it A pairing that I despise: Bruce/Natasha, and no, it’s not because Clintasha isn’t canon sfgjhksdf - it just feels awkward and uncomfortable to me in AoU, and then it’s just... there?? but not really?? in following films

#asks #ground control (ooc) #mun stuff

[quidnunc-life]

end of year fic meme thing

Total number of completed stories: for the year? 4 lol

Total word count: 26051

Fandoms written in: MCU 

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? WAY less, all things considered. anxiety and i are not friends!

What’s your own favourite story of the year? minor arcana, far and away

Did you take any writing risks this year? uhh not really, unless you count leaning more into magical realism, which i don’t really

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? i’m working on a collab that i want to get out by valentine’s day, and i have a long-suffering au that i am determined to smack into shape

Most popular story of the year? my hands have made some good mistakes, which makes sense since it was part of the remix exchange

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: eh i guess my steve/scott follow up but it’s to you i want to say this nothing - sort of thought there’d be more happening there since the first one blew up... whatevs!

Most fun story to write: for sure minor arcana, that was an absolute blast and maybe my favorite universe i’ve ever made

Most unintentionally telling story: i have no idea how to answer this?

Biggest disappointment: wish i’d written more honestly but unfortunately my covid anxiety took the form of paralyzing panic 🙃 (honestly i write more when i’m busy and have to time manage)

Biggest surprise: uhhhhhhhhhhh i’m going to actually say the be_compromise discord taking off like it has! it was so quiet when i first started it that i assumed nobody would ever join and chat with me and now it’s such a lovely place. (if you’re interested in chatting about clintasha, girl scout cookies, childhood nemeses, or whether or not american boxed cake mix is delicious, join us here!)

Tagging: @paperairplanesopenwindows @crazy4orcas @leenik-geelo and anyone else who wants to!!

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