Clint Barton RP Blog

Semi selective, mun/muse 21+, experienced, Gay ships, AU friendly.

[izumicrazyworld]

Sometimes I’m scare that I have a bandages kink because of this man...help

Also I had made a tiktok on this...LINK

[waitdoineedaname]

Clint, high off pain meds: That’s my boyfriend!!!!!!

Bucky, fondly: Your Husband, Clint.

Clint: *gasps* EVEN BETTER!!!!!

(i imagine hes making this exact face)

[cmoreedits]

🔴(ＳＵＰＥＲＨＥＲＯＥＳ) 🔴Jeremey Renner/Hawkeye Edit. Don’t forget to reblog, this would really help me to gain more support! :)

[izumicrazyworld]

COVER THEM UP CLINT

[uuuuaak]

[dreverybodyilovedies]

OMGOOOSHHHHH Look how perfect this is!!! the cargos slung on his hips and the mmuuuscclesss and the arms  and HIS EXPRESSION, BEST OF ALL. I love his little pouty mouth lookyness. What a freaking cute

[izumicrazyworld]

Everything sucks.

Reference

[glumshoe]

coffee makes you gay

[shatteredhourglass]

[anothingblogforrps]

clintdestroyer‌:

doctor-reid-bau‌:

Clint turns a corner, beginning to see a trail of black smoke rising from the horizon they were following. He proceeded down with caution, pretty sure that whatever had crashed there would have pretty much everyone around in a panic. “I don’t know that many planes that just release care packages to the public if that’s what you’re thinking.” Clint comments, beginning to slow down as a horde of pedestrians and cars started traveling in the opposite direction. “Hang on to your head, kid.” Clint says softly, slowly traversing through the manic crowd, trying to get the car as close to the action as possible.

Originally posted by genocidershodan

“I mean they used to, I was thinking more of a waste drop not a- a bomb or a break off pod or something.” Spencer comments, trying to speak logically but his nerves were getting to the tip of his tongue. His hand reached for the ‘oh shit’ handle for a brace as Clint brought them in towards the scene. “Didn’t stopping something like this require literal Gods before?” The taller man commented, trying his best to stretch in his seat to see over the running people. 

[clintdestroyer]

“Technically, it was just one god that brought them here.” Clint begins to say, driving slowly through the horde of people. “I know most people confuse Captain America as a god just because of his physique, I’m not judging or anything, made that mistake myself a few times, but it’s an easy mistake to make.” Clint rambles quitely, ending up parking the car in the middle of the road. “I think we’ll make better progress on foot. Come on.” Clint says, taking his keys out of the ignition before cautiously opening the door.

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[bottommemes]

yall will talk for hours about pizza toppings but when it comes to pizza bottomings yall are silent..👀

[tangodancerwrites]

GIVE ME THE POLY SHIP OF MY DREAMS, PEOPLE…

muse a & muse b & muse c were always a close triad of friends, banding together the first day of freshman orientation despite their different majors. and they were messy, partied their way through school, hooked up with whoever they could find. after college, the three of them got a place together and tried to get their lives together, but old habits die hard. one night, muse a gets plastered at their apartment and tries to seduce muse b, also drunk. muse c walks in late from work to the pair of them half clothed on the kitchen floor. muse c tries to move past them, but suddenly muse b is looking up at them with a devilish grin and asking them to join.

the three of them wake up in a tangle of limbs the next morning with muse c being the only one who remembers the whole evening. and it happens again. and again. and suddenly it’s not just sex, it’s muse c coming into bed with muse a. muse b making dinner, a dish that happens to be muse c’s favorite. muse a giving muse b a back massage after a rough day with nothing else happening. they fall into a relationship as easily as breathing, and it’s only when muse c nearly brings home someone else do they all see how deep their feelings go. do they go for it? have they ruined their friendship?

BONUS!!!

- muse a’s job requires them to maintain a nice, clean image, so the relationship has to be a secret.

- muse b is an artist of some sort and uses both muse a and muse c as their muses, and its starting to get obvious in their work.

- muse c’s parents are very religious, and either muse a or muse b is the same gender as they are.

[nctjusthumans-deactivated202001]

clintdestroyer‌:

[ S T A R T E R ]

(for @nctjusthumans​ || for muse Bryson)

The archer wiped the sweat of his brow, giving the landscape one quick glance over before getting back to work. Clint had started this new job a few weeks ago and it’s already causing him to have doubts. There would be times in the woods where he could swear something was watching him, and not “in the good way” as Clint puts it. He begins to turn off the chainsaw in his hand, deciding to call out incase someone was out there. Mainly out of curiosity, but it would also be bad practice to cut down trees in a place where people can trespass so easily.

“Anybody out there? Just wanna know before I continue cutting.”

Good side of having a father AND a brother in the bounty hunter business? Cool hidden places to spend the weekend. The bad side of having a father and a brother in the bounty hunter business and another brother who’s his own boss? Unholy and odd hours. All Bryson wanted was a weekend, just the four of them. Instead… He ended up alone in a nice cabin and an awful lot of snacks.

Well, might as well make the most of it, right? 

Sure he could transform into any mystical beast he wanted but sometimes good old human form was just as fine as he put on his running shorts and shoes and headed out of the cabin with no shirt but was stopped in his tracks by someone calling out something, although he didn’t understand the message at first but did walked in that direction so he could check out its source. “You do have a permission to do… Whatever you’re doing, right?”

[clintdestroyer]

Clint looks up at the other man, his lack of a shirt not going unnoticed. He sets down the chainsaw in front of himself. “Of course I do. Wouldn’t be doing it otherwise.” He didn’t mean to come off as a smartass, but to Clint it’s been a long day and he still needed to clear the area of fallen trees.

“Do you live around here or are you one of those nosy reporters that’ve been giving a hard time?”

[anothingblogforrps]

clintdestroyer‌:

doctor-reid-bau‌:

“I’ll drive, you call the brigade.” Clint begins, holding onto Spencer’s hand and rushing them to his car. He opens Spencer’s seat before getting to his own. Once the two of them were secured with seat belts, the archer speeds of in the direction of the crash site. “Any idea what that could have been Mister ‘I see all’?”

Originally posted by clintfbarton

“On it.” Spencer says shortly with a nod as he brought the phone to his ear as he trailed along behind Clint. “Thank you.” The doctor said a little surprised as he hopped in the open door and closed it behind him, letting all of those know he needed back up and the call ended. It was when the question rang in his ear did he start to even think in stutters. Maybe he was wrong earlier. What he thought it was shouldn’t have made that big of a crash. “I- I mean I hoped it was just an older plane dropping it’s uh- you know, but they haven’t done that for a while. It didn’t look like our planes though. Or military planes… It had.. blue on it. A brigh-bright blue. We don’t have planes with bright blue lines do we??”

[clintdestroyer]

Clint turns a corner, beginning to see a trail of black smoke rising from the horizon they were following. He proceeded down with caution, pretty sure that whatever had crashed there would have pretty much everyone around in a panic. “I don’t know that many planes that just release care packages to the public if that’s what you’re thinking.” Clint comments, beginning to slow down as a horde of pedestrians and cars started traveling in the opposite direction. “Hang on to your head, kid.” Clint says softly, slowly traversing through the manic crowd, trying to get the car as close to the action as possible.

[jay1x1rpblog]

While Clint went to change Adam smoothly changed their conversation from English to Korean. Explaining to Raymond the situation with their family and some issues he had with the Korean Mafia as well as other gangs. While his brother spoke easily in both languages Raymond had to think over each word, clearly rusty with his native tongue.

When Clint returned the brothers watched him, one glaring while the other smiled. Purple really suited the other man, and he had been about to say so before Adam chimed in. “You still a super fancy secretary?” he asked in English. 

“I’m a personal assistant. And yes…” Raymond said rather primly. “Now stop trying to change the subject. Adam was just telling me that there’s been some of our old… gang in town. Well not my gang. Our family’s gang. I um… never got into the family business,” he tried to clarify and Adam seemed rather pleased with this fact. 

“They think I know about some lost goods that the police ceased. But I don’t And they don’t believe me when I tell them so… if my parole officer finds out I’m affiliating with known criminals I’m going back to jail,” Adam growled, and this fact obviously distressed Ray. 

[clintdestroyer]

Clint couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows in surprise when looking at Raymond. He had thought Raymond was a fancy dresser just from the two times they’ve met before, but now the archer felt like he’s been wrong about men in suits all his life.

“How come you never wear a suit?” Clint jokes at Adam, awkwardly scooting towards the end of the couch before listening in on Raymond’s and Adam’s run down of their situation. “That seems odd.” He begins to say, “I’m surprised they haven’t tried storming the evidence bank yet. Unless they have done that..?” He asks the two brother, awkwardly jotting down info on his notepad.

[jay1x1rpblog]

Raymond laughed, his face lighting up when Clint mentioned how well compensated the dog was for his excellent service. And with a fond gaze he scratched Jeremy behind the neck and then under his chin. Very much convinced that the dog was well praised and cared for. As they pet the dog together he would sometimes feel their finger brush together and he smiled at the brief contact. Intimate and flirtatious but subtle and playful.

“Well I imagine that with your work most people see you coming and start running for it,” Raymond said, “But I’m sure you get your fair share that are more than happy to be handcuffed and manhandled by such a handsome guy,” he added with a teasing smile. “Perhaps we could do something like this again? My treat. Jeremy is always welcome of course.”

[clintdestroyer]

“Well, it’s always the people you least expect that willingly want to be handcuffed.” Clint shoots back jokingly, he couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile as he felt Raymond’s fingers briefly touch his. He wasn’t one for cliches, but like it or not Clint was a sucker and falls harder over cheekier stuff. The amount of times he’s given a genuine answer to the question ‘is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?’ are far too much to count.

“Something’s telling you’re just interested in my dog.” Clint jokes, ruffling Jeremy’s head. “Kidding, I’d love to take my dog out on a date with you. If you have any doubts on where to should go, don’t hesitate to ask me.”