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pluckyredhead · 2 years

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The Saga of Guy and Kyle

Because the people demanded it (two. two people demanded it.), here it is: the ultimate GuyKyle arc, and the one that made me ship these two.

So this takes place a couple years after Hal returns from the dead and the Green Lantern Corps is restored. During the time that Kyle was the only Green Lantern and Guy was Warrior, they got along well and Guy was one of Kyle’s mentors, but they weren’t super close. However, once they’re both Lanterns, Kyle is instantly in full “you jump, I jump, Jack” mode:

To make this absolutely clear: this is Kyle volunteering to stay on Oa with Guy FOR A YEAR.

A year together is insufficient, so they decide to move to Oa together permanently and open a bar:

(Patrick Gleason draws the best Guy and the absolute fucking worst Kyle.)

Shortly after this, Kyle and fellow Lantern Soranik Natu are on a mission together and they encounter a Star Sapphire who accurately pegs Kyle as a serial monogamist desperate for love, and less accurately pegs Soranik as the ballbusting career woman at the beginning of a Hallmark movie who needs to move to the country and fall in love with a guy who runs a Christmas tree farm. She tells them to gaze into her Star Sapphire crystal and it will reveal what their heart desires:

BUT KYLE IS LYING! HE DOESN’T EVEN OWN A CHRISTMAS TREE FARM!

It’s also moot, because the Guardians have just instituted a new law forbidding fraternization between Lanterns. Guy and Kyle agree that it’s bullshit:

I love this, because Guy is like “Out here in space, you’re inevitably going to fall in love with your partner”...but Soranik isn’t Kyle’s partner! GUY IS! KYLE HE IS HITTING ON YOU.

Soranik and Kyle decide to date in secret, but Kyle eventually confesses the truth to Guy: he didn’t see Soranik in the crystal, he saw his then-dead ex-girlfriend Jade. Guy tells him not to waste his life pining over someone who’s gone when Soranik is alive.

Guy’s line here makes me INSANE considering what’s about to happen.

And then: Blackest Night begins. Oa is swarmed by thousands of Black Lantern rings, all sent to resurrect the dead Lanterns in the crypt on Oa and turn them into Black Lanterns.

Guy: “Tell the people you love that you love them if you’re about to die.” Kyle: “CHECK.”

During the battle, an alpha battery (don’t worry about it) ruptures and is about to explode. Kyle takes it to the defunct central battery, in the process luring a lot of the Black Lanterns away from the battle, then forms a dome with his ring to keep them trapped inside when the battery explodes. And then he says goodbye:

YOU TOLD HIM TO TELL YOU HE LOVD YOU, GUY, AND HE DID. (We’ll ignore the “like a brother” bit, because, uh. Just wait.)

The resulting explosion reignites the central battery, which the GLs desperately need, but Kyle is dead. Soranik and Guy race to his side, and Soranik, who is a doctor, starts CPR, while Guy tries to stop Kyle’s ring from leaving him to find a new host:

HE IS CRYING AND HOLDING KYLE’S HAND

YESSSSSSS

Guy goes absolutely apeshit on the Black Lanterns, pausing only to scream Kyle’s name. You know. In a brotherly way.

Meanwhile, the same Star Sapphire from before is able to use the power of Soranik’s love to resuscitate Kyle, who pops back up, SEXIER THAN EVER, okay Gleason you did a good job this time:

Crotch-eye view, like god intended.

Things are still REALLY REALLY DIRE for the GLs, but Kyle’s main priority is Guy, even if that would be strategically unwise:

Guy’s rage is so destructive that it’s one of the only things that’s keeping the GLs from being completely overwhelmed by the Black Lanterns, but Kyle’s like “But it might be hurting him, so tough shit, universe!” THE HEART THAT’S BEATING IS THE ONE YOU JUMP OFF THE CLIFF FOR.

Fellas, is it gay to climb on top of your friend and tenderly cup his face in your hands while you beg him to come back to you?

It’s at this point that Mogo, the GL planet, shows up and just...sucks everybody onto its surface and...eats the Black Lanterns? Which is like, thanks, buddy, but why didn’t you do that before?

Anyway, this means that the only threat left is Guy, who turns on the GLs now that the Black Lanterns are gone, unable to control the rage of the Red Lantern ring. The GLs manage to briefly subdue him, but it’s not going to hold. And they can’t just yank the ring off, because if they do, Guy will die.

This is so funny to me. Kyle, you liar! Again! Kilowog, who has been good friends with Guy since the 80s, also knows that Kyle’s a liar and Guy wouldn’t have said that, and Kyle admits that Guy said to kill him before he hurts anyone.

Luckily, Mogo has another deus ex machina solution: he creates a little pool for them to drop Guy in, where, uh...leeches purify his blood by sucking all the Red Lantern energy out of it. It’s a little gross to look at and VERY gross to think about, so let’s just skip to...

AWWWWWWW.

“I thought I lost you.” Oh my GOD, be more cliche, you two. Incredible.

But wait, there’s more!

There’s one last climactic Blackest Night battle on Earth, and then our heroes return to Oa, triumphant but exhausted - not to mention pretty damn pissed at the Guardians, who could have averted a lot of Blackest Night if they had been less secretive and manipulative. Guy, Kyle, and Arisia (my queen!) storm into the Guardians’ citadel to yell at them about it, but Kyle is mostly focused on the prohibition against fraternization. He points out that they need every last Lantern and a lot resigned when they were told they couldn’t be Lanterns and be together, and that it’s love that makes the Corps so powerful. Guy’s like “Uh, yeah, what he said” and they leave.

The Guardians love Kyle the mostest out of all the Lanterns, so they rescind the law. Guy and Kyle, hanging out in the ruins of Warriors, are pleased to hear it:

I just want to make it clear: we see Soranik reacting to the news that she and Kyle can date publicly. You know, just in case we forgot Kyle has a girlfriend (the one who is canonically not his soulmate), because he has spent the past four issues obsessing over Guy. Theoretically, Kyle made that speech for Soranik - and yet rather than go see her, he decides to continue to sit practically in Guy’s lap in their shared business, TOASTING TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP. LIKE BROS DO.

In conclusion, Guy and Kyle are in love, Soranik deserves better than to be the heroine of a Hallmark movie, and don’t ever trust the Guardians about anything.

#kyle rayner #guy gardner #green lantern

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liege-of-the-bees · 10 months

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Episode 13: The Crucible

M continues their gay little notes

PENELOPE TEACHER ERA

And ofc they're doing a red scare thing, surprised it hasn't happened sooner

Fellas, is it gay to admit you write poetry?

'If you're innocent you have nothing to worry about' KEVIN YOU'RE GAY.

Kevin the cop strikes again

Cheryl is a lavender menace

With the condition of Lesbianism

Cheryl. Talk with your friends. Tell them what's happening

HIRAM IS HIRAM FOREVER

Hiram should also have gay sex tbh

I get that Hiram is possibly trying to be a good person but not with that villain voice

OH THANK GOD CHERYL'S TELLING PEOPLE

EVELYN

Ngl I love her purple outfit

She's dyed her hair as well, this is her villain era

Archie's so stupid (affectionate), he's not gonna know people are manipulating manipulating him

Mr Fieldstone was such a dick for so long but this episode and last he's been just some quirky old dude?

Jughead's gonna get investigated for communism

Betty in her Gossip Girl era

WHEN I SAID ARCHIE'S POETRY THING WAS JUST HSM I DIDN'T REALISE FRANK IS JUST COACH BOLTON

Oh god Archie's gonna think Veronica's a spy no

Oh so the teacher was actually a communist

Jughead+Ethel dealer era

Choni and Clevin lavender marriage era 💜

This is not a Hiram redemption, I don't care what people are saying. He's just being manipulative and is desperate

Toni and Clay have such sibling energy tbh and I really wish that was explored more. Tbh I just wish Clay in general was explored more

John Proctor is an absolute dick. Don't emulate him.

Archie actor era?

Cheryl: 'ME, AND MY TOTALLY STRAIGHT BOYFRIEND'

But I'm a cheerleader reference? Cheryl?

DON'T CALL ARCHIE PROCTOR I HATE THAT

Also them kissing the episode after baiting Betty/Veronica? Bad.

OH FUCK GRUNDY

GET OUT

LEAVE

Even though she isn't grooming Archie, they're still framing it almost like she's the new girl in a High School drama

'It'll be our little secret' EW EW EW

Riverdale writers be like: 'She has a husband! She can't groom kids!'

Are they having all the police stuff take place in the High School because they've demolished the set or something?

Hermione is definitely also having an affair

I actually love Betty as an agony aunt

HERMIONE IS SUCH A MILF

NOT THE RIVERDALE META

It honestly fees like a slap in the face

'Only the first season was good' No the fuck it wasn't

DIPSY DOODLE US

And here's the book burning

#riverdale #riverdale s7 #riverdale season seven #riverdale spoilers #jughead jones #archie andrews #betty cooper #kevin keller #cheryl blossom #hiram lodge #hiram is hiram forever #evelyn evernever #riverdalelive

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moonstruck-midnight · 4 months

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guess who's FINALLY back

so ik i was dead for a long time. sorry about that, can't promise it won't happen again, but hey! i got some better outlines for my wips and new directions things are going in :> so while i might've been in a bit of a creative coma, i'm slowly clawing my way back to the surface lmao

anyway! since it's been a hell of a long time: what's up, name's moony (or lune, if you're feeling formal), pronouns he/him or ze/hir, and i'm a fantasy writer!

the wips i'm focusing on are, at the moment:

wrong side of legendary: an urban fantasy work about a keith, traumatized former prince, cross, the rat bastard keith summons when he tries to do something for his roommate, and saying fuck you to the world and the people they were supposed to be. mlm, just a teeny bit spooky

red rise: soft sci-fi fantasy that the outline is worrying me with the projected word count of, oh god that's centered around kyra, a girl with a sun living in her chest, trying to save the universe from an empire that can never really outrun the destruction it leaves in its wake, and silena, her best-friend-turned-desperate-enemy who's the golden girl of the empire and owes her life and more to it. there are so so so many sad lesbians in this. i am not immune to sad lesbians and neither are you.

dark eyes (name under construction): tragic fantasy. levi is the town witch, and it's her job to keep everyone safe from the magical forest that surrounds them and, should it come down to it, the fae that live in it. this... does not go very well. one day, levi wakes up to the entire town having been overrun by the forest, and the townspeople either turned to wood or vanished. as she sets out to right this, she encounters branwen, a forest fae who will help her in exchange for one thing: her heart. i love them dearly, your honor.

and of course, the backburner wips:

elle is waiting (by the bodies of your gods): retired apocalypse-ender yis'sika and her wife rhoze are called upon, once again, save the world from— huh. it seems no one can really tell them. no one except a girl who claims to be from another world, and a young woman made of flowers who claims to be yis'sika and rhoze's daughter. no one trusts each other, but the clock is ticking. the statues have eyes. and elle is always, always, waiting.

black lightning: nova and zenith are vigilante partners who know and trust each other with everything in their fight against the corrupt system—everything, except their identities. this becomes a problem when nova, civilian name estelle, is scouted to become an intelligent, a once-human, now-machine enforcer of the law, and is brought into the glass palace—which, despite its name, is impossible to get anything in or out of. zenith, civilian name zhen, realizes that something must've happened, and tries to save nova from whatever fate has befallen her; a course that takes her to the glass palace. it may be the lion's den, but with the two of them working together, they might be able to strike at the heart of the power that's hurt so many. also they're gay. they're really gay. fluffy wlw superhero action (with just a teeny touch of the body horror. TINY)

unnamed wip (time travel sapphics flavored): fellas, is it gay to time travel to save the world? no? fine. is it gay to time travel to save your really really hot dyke best friend? THERE WE GO. wlw and happy for once!!!

unnamed wip (wild west flavored): an immortal necromancer wants to fulfill the natural order and die. a sunwraith cowboy, risen from the grave to have its justice—or is it revenge?—, wants to live the life stolen from it. i won't lie, i don't know much about this one, but it's gay and bittersweet.

postcard from the end times: this one's actually going to be a comic! fantasy story about a bunch of kids who go to trauma school and try really, really hard to win in a system that's trying to farm them for all the misery they can produce. spoiler alert: it doesn't work. so, new plan: kill the school and everyone behind it. salt and burn until the cancer's dead, and keep going until it can't claw itself out of its own grave. what's god to a shit ton of angry teenagers? killable.

woagh. that was a lot. anyway, love you all! good luck this year, hopefully it's better than the last ;;-;;

#writeblr intro #or #well #writeblr reintro

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niqhtlord01 · 4 years

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Humans are weird: Bar fight

“When you said you were taking me to a place of your culture, I was expecting someplace more.....refined” Morgal stepped out of the cab after his human friend and gazed at the establishment in front of him. The outer walls were covered in decaying wood planks that looked like they could catch fire any second. The noise coming past the saloon doorway was overflowing with laughter and music and as Morgal watched a human stumbled out, threw up on the pavement, then proceeded to pass out on the ground. He made sure to step extra carefully around the pile of vile as he followed his friend to the entrance. “I’m guessing you were expecting an opera theater or art gallery?” Jack asked as he wrapped an arm around Morgal’s shoulder and ushered him to the door. “That’s high society bullshit, the smallest of the small of human culture. You want to find the beating heart of mankind, this is where you come to.” Morgal looked once more at the shady establishment and then back at his friend before sighing, letting himself be carried along by Jack’s arm. When he moved to this new world Morgal could not help but feel like he was always being watched by the humans and judged. His species carried three extra sets of arms across his body which must have intimidated them. Jack had been his first human friend since migrating to the human homeworld and he had not felt the same gloomy cloud of judgement when they were together. They both worked in office positions side by side and had developed a friendship over the previous months. Jack had gone out of his way to help him understand human customs and had not once asked for anything in return saying “Friends don’t bargain.” Tonight he asked Morgal after work if he’d want to join him for some “human culture” and he felt accompanying him would in some small measure pay him back for his kindness. Jack pushed open the doors and Morgal finally got a look inside. Unlike the decrepit exterior, the inside of the “saloon”, as Jack had called it, was vibrant with color and life. Rows of round tables were filled with various humans laughing, drinking, eating, and playing various games. Uniformed human females walked between the tables delivering goods and taking orders. One side of the saloon had a large stand with countless bottles of strange liquid, each one held in a different glass bottle of color and shape. Morgal noticed with amazement how the humans behind the stand listen to orders made and somehow slide over to the exact bottle and perform a vivid acrobatic display of pouring the drink for them before accepting payment. Morgal was so transfixed by the skill that he hardly noticed Jack pulling him over to a nearby vacant table. The two swept off a pile of crumbs from the previous occupants and sat down at the table. “So, what do you think so far?” Jack was nearly shouting to be heard over the roar of the gathered crowd. “It is..” Morgal began as his eyes made another pass around the room, “not what I expected.....” As his eyes wandered they laid sight upon a human female walking past him carrying several large beverage containers, more than Morgal thought possible for a species with only two arms. As she skillfully avoided a patron who suddenly fell in her way her eyes met his. For a moment Morgal realized he had been rude by staring at her and remembered that Jack said some human females don’t like it when they are stared at. Before he could look away he noticed the uniformed female smile and wink at him as she passed by. Morgal felt something he was unsure of for the first time that made him feel lighter than normal and he attempted his practiced human smile back at her before she vanished into the throng of patrons. Morgal looked back at Jack who was now staring at him with his head cradled in his hands.“I think I am enjoying it much more now.” Morgal admitted as he slacked back into his chair while Jack drew a mischievous grin and raised his arm up. Morgal was curious for the meaning when suddenly the female he had been staring at was beside them. “What’s your poison?” she said as she pulled out a pad of paper. The smile at seeing her again rapidly left his face at her words. Did I offend her!? I knew I shouldn’t have stared! Why did I stare!??!!? Morgal’s head was racing with ideas, each worse than the last. “She means what drinks are we ordering Morg, not literal poison.” As Morgal let out a sigh of relief Jack continued speaking with the uniformed woman. “I’ll have a glass of whisky with three shots of tequila.” The uniformed female nodded and then looked at Morgal. “And for you hun?” Morgal paused to consider his options, he was still unfamiliar with human drinks so figured he should play it safe. “Do you have anything fruity?” he queried. She nodded, “We have a strawberry daiquiri that’s nice and fruity; though I’d have picked you for something a bit more sweet.” She made a movement with her lips and eyes and Morgal cursed himself for not learning what human facial gestures meant. Thankfully Jack came in to save him before his mind began racing again. “He’s a sweet heart alright, basically a giant teddy bear with all those arms. He’s still getting used to our drinks so we’ll start with those daiquiri’s and see how the night goes.” She wrote down something and then left the table back to the stand at the far end for the drinks. Morgal was content to watch her go when Jack motioned his attention. “Think she’s into you man.” “But I am not a man Jack, we’ve been over this.” Jack shook his head. “No, I mean I think she’s got you on her radar. Play your cards right and you might get some digits tonight.” “Why would I need more digits? I already have 45.” “I mean her phone number digits.” “Your phones have digits?!” Jack’s hands covered his face for a moment and dragged down across his face. “I think she likes you and wants to know you.” Morgal felt that light feeling again at that and stared back at her. “Why didn’t you say so?” “Remind me to get you a book on human sayings. You are in desperate need of one.” Before Morgal could ask further he felt something grab hold of his right shoulder. He turned his head and saw a rather bulky man behind him, his massive hand firmly clenching his shoulder. “Can I help you?” “Yeah, by leaving.” the man replied. Looking past the man Morgal could see two other men standing behind him, one cracking their finger knuckles while the other drinking from a glass bottle. “I do not understand.” Morgal was unsure if this was another human custom or not, but he felt the hand on his shoulder tighten further. “Don’t care what a alien freak like you gets or not, so long as it’s getting your sorry ass out of this place. Now.” The expression on the bulky man’s face was one he had often seen in human motion pictures, “Anger” he thought it was called. “Who you calling freak?” Morgal turned to see Jack stand up and walk over to them. “You look like the shit I scrape off my shoe when I get home at night.” “Buzz off limp dick.” one of the men standing behind the bulky man said. “Yeah, this is between us and the alien.” the other chimed in, finally finishing their drink. “His name is Morgal, and he’s my friend.” “Gay friend” the knuckle man chuckled. The uniformed female returned to the table and set down the tray. “Here’s your drinks fellas.” She began putting them out on the table but then stopped when seeing the situation. “If you’re going to fight take it outside.” The bulky man let go for Morgal’s shoulder and looked at the female. “Don’t worry hun, they were just leaving.” He glared at Jack with daggers in his eyes to emphasize the point, but Jack just shook his head and reached for his drink. “We’re not going anywhere till we’ve had our drinks.” he said as he brought his whisky up to his mouth. “Then let me help you finish them.” In an instant the bulky man’s hand lashed out and slapped the glass out of Jack’s hand. The liquid spilled across the table as it flew towards the uniformed female. She started to raise her arms but the glass was too fast and was about to smash into her face when a hand sprung out and caught it. Morgal calmly set the glass down on the table and stood up to face the Bulky man. “That...was rude.” The words came through clenched teeth as Morgal began feeling angry himself for once. He could handle name calling for himself, but this Bulky human had nearly hurt the female human who had made him feel light, and that upset him. The Bulky man smirked and brought his fists up. “Yeah? What’re you going to do about it?” Jack’s fist smashed into the man’s face and sent him sprawling back into the two men behind him. “How about that for starters?” Jack quipped. One of the men holding the Bulky figure dropped him and lunged at Jack. Morgal grabbed him with his arms and casually tossed him in a different direction. They landed on a nearby table and sent the collection of cards and drinks scattering to the floor, much to the displeasure of the table’s occupants who then stood up and advanced on Jack and Morgal. “Thanks for that, but could you’ve aimed for someplace else?” Jack said as he slowly began backing up. Morgal shrugged. “It was either that or the other option.” “What other option?” Jack asked as a fist came hammering into his gut. “That. That was the other option.” One of the new comers grabbed hold of a chair and swung it at Morgal. He brought his arms up just in time and the chair shattered into pieces on impact. A chair leg went flying into the glass of another patron and shattered it, dousing them in cold brew. Letting out a roar of anguish the doused human rushed the chair wielding human and began savagely beating him with his fists. More and more patrons began getting drawn in as the constant shoving, punching, and flying debris hit bystanders sending them into a drunk filled rage. Morgal quickly found himself having to constantly defend himself from all sides. Through the chaos he saw the human female he had been speaking to before grabbed by another male human, he could see she was struggling to get free of his grip. He began moving towards her, throwing away battling patrons that blocked his way as if they were twigs. As he reached her he grabbed the man’s arm with three of his own and squeezed. The man let out a yelp and let go of her as he turned to face Morgal. Still holding the man’s arm he lifted him into the air and began punching him with his remaining five arms in rapid succession before swinging him like a rag doll over his shoulder into a nearby table. He turned around to the human female and saw her looking at him again. The anger suddenly was sapped from him, replaced with an almost sheepishly demeanor. He did not know what to say, so he just bubbled the first thing that came to mind. “Sorry about the table.” She shrugged and rubbed her wrist where the man had grabbed her. “Place needed a makeover anyway. Thanks for the help.” Morgal was about to say something else when he saw her reach for a glass bottle beside her and fling it at Morgal. He brought his hands up to block but the bottle instead flung past him and hit the man that had grabbed her straight in the face sending him back sprawling to the floor once more. He was grateful that she had saved him when he remembered what jack had said earlier. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a business card and held it out to her as she ducked another flying bottle. “Thank you for saving me, here is my phone number. Feel free to call me.” She took the card out of sheer surprise then ducked back down as Jack came flying back between them. Morgal excitedly knelt down to Jack. “I did it! I gave her my digits!” “That’s great pal.” Jack coughed as Morgal helped him to his feet. “Can tell me all about it later, but kinda need your help for a second.” They turned to see the Bulky man from before now back on his feet. He picked up an entire round table and flung it at the both of them. Despite the swirling chaos around them, Morgal was surprisingly happy that he had decided to join his friend tonight. Maybe they would do it again soon.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #scifi #story #bar fight

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romancingromanoff · 5 years

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Short & Sweet (Carol Danvers x femme reader)

Carol is nervous about asking the reader out because she doesn’t know if she’s interested in women. Fluffy story about her trying to scope out information on the reader from the rest of the team without letting on the fact that she’s a bit insecure.

Y/N was actually a pretty frequent visitor to Carol’s room at the Avenger’s Headquarters. Not a single day went by that she wouldn’t make the eager skip down the hall to knock on the door which Carol had painted “Strongest Avenger” over just to piss off Thor. Of course, he had written over it with (though it was in Norse runes and so no one could decipher what it said exactly) but she had gotten back at him by heating up the insides of the toaster just by a little bit so that it ended up frying his Pop-tarts the next morning.

For the large amount of time Y/N spent hanging out in Carol’s room, anybody else would assume that there was at least some sign of romantic interest coming from her, but it was a bit difficult to tell considering the fact that (Y/N) always came over just to play with Goose. She was completely obsessed with the little orange guy even though Carol had warned her on multiple occasions that he was actually capable swallowing her with giant tentacles that could come out of his mouth and force into an unknown pocket dimension.

“I know he’s not a cat because I’m allergic to cats,” Y/N had first said with that cheeky smile that Carol just couldn’t say no to. And that had started her daily visits of checking in with Goose every morning.

“So, you and Y/N seem to be spending a lot of time together,” Wanda brought up one day with a tone of surprise. Carol almost spit out her coffee but then tried to play it off like it was just a little too hot.

“Yeah, I guess,” she said as casually as possible. But was that really surprising? She wondered if Wanda or any of the rest of the team also found it unusual. This wasn’t a good sign at all. She probably wasn’t gay after all then. “But what about Barton, huh? They seem pretty close... or at least that’s what I get from our conversations.” Truthfully, Y/N never talked about Clint which was strange considering the large amount of time that they spent together. Whether it was taking long walks alone together or her watching him at target practice, Y/N always seemed the most comfortable around Clint. He always had his arm around her and Carol couldn’t help but notice how that never failed to make her smile.

Wanda smirked from behind the hair that was covering the side of her face and simply sipped her tea. “Barton? Oh, yeah, they’re close.” She picked up her mug and left the kitchen and as much as Carol wanted to keep interrogating her about what she knew, she didn’t want to look too suspicious. Walking into the next room she found Bucky, Sam, and Scott spread out on the couch arguing over the channels.

“C’mon, turn the game back on, I’m not playing around,” Sam punched Bucky’s arm but seemed to forget that it was completely made out of metal and so he vigorously tried to shake the pain out of it while Scott just laughed at the two of them.

“Can I just finish this one episode of Kitchen Nightmares? I want to see how the tuna fillet turns out,” Bucky’s grip around the remote tightened in his metal arm and he held it closer to his chest.

“Not this again.”

“I’m the only one that cooks around here. I mean, what do you want me to do? Apologize for feeding you?” Cause if so then I’ll take back my mini quiches!”

“SPFFFF!” Scott spit whatever he was chewing on the floor and almost fell backwards off the couch his arms were flinging all over the place. “YOU MADE THESE?” he demanded, angrily pointing at whatever he had just regurgitated up into his hand.

“What the hell is going on?” Sam sighed to himself before grabbing the remote and changing it to basketball.

“Yes? I did this morning,” Bucky answered confused.

“Well, did you wash your hands?” Scott was freaking out trying to find a napkin to wipe his hand and face on while Bucky and Sam desperately leaned away from him, scooting to the other side of the couch.

“You think I would intentionally get my metal arm wet?”

“Oh, GOD! That is disgusting,” Scott ran out of the room hunched over like he was going to puke at the thought of having eaten some mini quiches made by a guy that never washed the metal arm he regularly used to punch people with.

“I wore gloves.”

“Hey, fellas,” Carol thought she would interrupt the conversation before it got even weirder. “Have any of you seen Y/N around by chance?”

“Yeah, she’s out feeding the squirrels with Clint,” Sam replied without taking his eyes off the screen.

“Clint? Shit,” Carol cursed to herself which strangely got the two guys to turn around and look at her.

“You got something wrong with Barton?” I mean, yeah, he doesn’t have much up there but his ego isn’t nearly as big as Thor’s. Or is this about something else?”

“No, no it isn't,” Carol quickly said. “I just didn’t know if Y/N had plans already for this evening since she and Barton are....?” she dragged that last word on for as long as she could in hopes that one of the other two would finish the sentence for her; hopefully, without using the word “dating” or “together”.

“They’re... friends,” Bucky had his eyebrow raised at her. “What makes you so concerned?”

“Oh, I see what’s going on,” Sam nodded giving hintful eyes at Buck. “You feeling a little insecure, huh, Marvel?” he laughed and Carol’s cheeks instantly flushed red with anger.

“Insecure? I don’t know the word. And I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wilson, because for some of us it’s not hard when you’re the whole package and have a super great body and personality,” she retorted.

“You think you’re the whole package? Y/N’s type of package?”

“Oh I know I’m the whole package,” confidence seemed to radiate throughout her entire body as she took that intimidating stance she had perfected. But in truth, it was easy for her to say that when her own reputation was being questioned and she couldn’t help but worry about what Sam meant by “Y/N’s type of package” but had to leave the room with badassery all around her to keep them convinced.

This time, she was going to get straight to the point. She was going to ask what needed to be asked with no trying to dance around the question out of fear of being judged. So she approached Thor at the bar.

“Thunderhead, what’s your opinion on Y/N?” she sat down right next to him before grabbing the beer he was drinking and throwing back a giant swig of the Asgardian liquid.

“She’s certainly more ladylike than you,” he rolled his eyes before quickly grabbing his drink back and roughly pulling it out of her grip. “But yet a fierce fighter as well. Much like the women we have in Asgard.”

“Aw, I’m touched that you thought that would wound me, Thor. But unlike your masculinity, my femininity isn’t that fragile. But what are those stories you always tell her?”

“You would be best not to test the fragility of my temper, human,” Thor glared. “But Lady Y/N usually enjoys hearing tales I have of the old Asgard: The great rainbow bridge, the magnificent castle, the music-filled gardens, the dresses of the ladies in court, the Pegasi stables... she’s always been bewildered by all of its wonders, as she should be. Asgard was like no other planet in this universe, at night the stars could-”

“Okay, okay, it was fairytale land. I get it. Seems a lot like her speed,” Carol muttered that last part to herself. Y/N was just like a Disney princess come to life always spending time with animals and singing throughout her daily chores. But did that mean a prince was what she was seeking? And was Clint that guy? Forget it. There was no way that Carol was going to find that out trying to get the information from Thor of all people. “What the hell am I doing? Just ask her,” she thought to herself angrily and headed straight for the exit with a purpose in her step.

“Hey!” she called out upon seeing Y/N at the base of a nearby tree feeding some crackers to two red squirrels that immediately ran away at the sound of Carol’s loud voice. Her heart panged in her chest when she saw Clint walk out from behind the other side of the tree with a skeptical, almost protective look in his eye. But she wasn’t having any of that right now.

“Carol?” Y/N inquired with a confused look on her face. She was so innocent and pure that she just wanted to take her into her arms and protect her from the rest of the universe. It was like every atom in her body was meant to keep her safe and for once and for all she needed to know if Y/N would let her do that.

“Barton, Barnes made mini quiches,” she stated with a firmness in her voice that made it clear she was hoping Clint would leave the two of them alone. He didn’t completely trust her yet and Carol couldn’t blame him; he didn’t know her.

“It’s okay, Clint,” Y/N suddenly said before grabbing his hand and squeezing it while giving him a reassuring smile. That seemed to comfort him enough to the point where he felt fine with heading off back inside. So maybe the signs weren’t exactly pointing in the direction Carol wanted them to be in at the moment, but she was ready to settle her fears once and for all. And if she was dating Clint, then she was dating Clint. And if she wasn’t into girls, then she just wasn’t into girls. They could still be friends even if that wasn’t the result she was hoping for, but anything was better then living in agony trying not to give away any hints that she wanted nothing more than to kiss her every time she came to visit her cat-er-Flerken.

She took a deep breath. “I’m going to keep this short & sweet. Just like you,” she began and Y/N simply nodded. “I would like to take you out on a date and I have wanted too for a while actually. But even if you’re not into girls or just even into me I just think you should know that you’re amazingly talented, skilled, and warm-hearted that it was hard for me to believe you existed at first. Everything from your laugh, to your smile, to the way you get all adorably frustrated when you can’t remember the punch line to a really corny joke just reminds me of what I love about this world; and why it’s frankly my favorite planet in the universe. And I’ve only waited this long to ask because I was never sure if you’d be interested in someone like me because I can’t exactly give you the fairy tale romance you’ve always wanted, while Clint, on the otherha-”

She was unable to finish what she was saying because Y/N couldn’t stop herself from grabbing Carol’s shoulders, standing up on the top of her toes and leaning in to finally kiss her. Her lips were soft, but eager, and Carol happily kissed her back gradually deepening it before both of them had to pull back for air and she found herself giggling as Y/N was.

“I was wondering when you’d take all the hints I was leaving you,” she laughed. “And just for the record, I was always mad at the prince for scooping in and taking the princess before I could.”

“So, you and Clint?”

“Are friends,” she smiled with a hint of sadness in her eyes that made Carol concerned.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she cupped her chin with her hand lightly and scoped out her eyes for any tears she would be ready to wipe away. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s okay. I want to,” Y/N took a deep breath and composed herself. “Clint was really close with Natasha. And I liked her but she couldn’t reciprocate those feelings. I still cared about her and she loved me too, just in her own way, but her death hasn’t exactly been easy on me. Clint’s just sort of the only one who understood how complicated our relationship was.”

“I’m so sorry,” Carol said truthfully just not being able to imagine what she was going through.

“Well, he’s also been very patient with me for these last few weeks as I’ve kept on complaining about how this girl I’m interested didn’t seem like she would ever want to ask me out,” she laughed and playfully poked at Carol.

“Will a kiss make it up to you then?”

“Yes, it just might.”

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