the healer

Dr. Clarissa "Clary" Rhee

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steve rogers‌:

It looks like all of New York was invited.

Yeah... intimidating rich party.

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tony stark:

I still know how to throw a pretty great party if I do say so myself.

Oh yes -- it’s a lovely party... very big. Congratulations.

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scott lang‌:

I’m suddenly feeling way underdressed– I didn’t know this was a mega black-tie affair.

I think you’re sharing in the same anxiety as me.

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pietro maximoff‌:

I don’t know whose flask this is, but it’s mine now.

You shouldn’t have that you know.

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andi devereaux‌:

I’ve never really been to anything glamorous like this– I don’t exactly know what to do.

Tell me about it -- I spent weeks trying to find a dress for this thing and now I’m really regretting not going with the red. My skin is really washed out in this blue and I’m bloated -- and -- and... oh my god, panic central Andi. Everyone here is so pretty.

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clint barton‌:

I don’t plan on leaving this seat.

Then I’ll stay with you. This party is massive.

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{ clint: }

Clint couldn’t help the hiss that tumbled through his teeth as Clary’s nails scored their way down his chest; his lips locked with hers in their passionate dance. There was always a part of him that wanted to be marked by her; claimed. At her words, he could only nod; breaking away as he kissed his way down the column of her neck, breaking away only briefly to rid her of her blouse. When he threw the fabric to the floor to join his shirt, his lips rejoined Clarissa’s, teeth nipping slightly as his fingers traced the line of her bra to her clasp; pulling it away from her body after he undid it– fingers tracing the sensitive flesh of her breasts as he did so.

She arched into him, helping to make it easier for him to remove the bra. A gasp fell from her lips and turned into a moan when Clint touched the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Every single feeling was enhanced with his own pleasure, his and her’s mixing together into a dangerous concoction of need and desire. Her clutched at his arms, her nails biting into his skin as she bit back the moans that threatened to spill from her. Unable to handle the teasing touches, Clary flipped them over so that she was straddled over his hips. She pressed her lips to his neck, her fingers undoing the button and zip of his pants as she grumbled, “You know I hate it when you tease me. ‘s’unfair.” Her lips trailed down his neck and to his chest where she bit a love mark above on of his nipples. Her hands began to tug his pants down with haste as she grinned cheekily into his flesh.

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{ clint: }

Clint couldn’t help the laughter as he swatted Clary’s hand that pinched him away gently. There was just something about her that made him feel free– away from anything that troubled him. It was like her spirit itself soothed him. Grinning, he rubbed the tip of his nose against hers before leaning back; hands running his hands down the expanse of her thighs, “maybe it’s me that gets distracted by your kissable lips, hmm?” She was very distracting to him, indeed– he wasn’t impervious to her charms. Grabbing the hem of his shirt– he drug it over his head; tossing it to the side as he leaned back to connect their lips again, grabbing the edge of her shirt to slide his hands underneath, tracing his fingertips on the softness of her skin.

Clary couldn’t help but not snort at his comment, a wide and playful grin stretched across her lips. “You’re being silly,” she said affectionately as her hand rubbed the scruff on his chin. When he lifted his shirt her eyes immediately went to the skin revealed, suddenly feeling the intensity of it all. Feeling his desire with her own made it harder to resist him, harder to keep things slow when she needed him so much. She met his lips in a fierce kiss, whining softly when she felt his hands on her. “More,” she mumbled against his lips as she dragged her nails down his bare chest.

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{ clint: }

Clint narrowed his eyes with a smirk playing on his lips as she spoke– taking no time at all to raise from his chair slowly, walking around the side of the table before standing in front of her. “I think my noodles would very much like to do that,” Clint said with a low voice and a lopsided grin, leaning down to loop an arm under her knees and one around her back; pulling her against him. He pressed a kiss to her lips before walking the two of them in the direction of their bedroom; placing her on the bed gently, his arms on either side of her body as he looked down at her. “I love you,” Clint whispered before connecting their lips once again– the act itself hungrier than before.

“Good I’d very much like it too,” she gasped softly when he picked up, always forgetting about his strength. Her arms wrapped around his neck with ease, her blue eyes sparkling up at him with adoration. To Clary, Clint was the most beautiful person she had ever met. She pouted from the short kiss he planted on her lips, the pout however slipped from her face when he placed her on the bed – her hands grabbing at him to pull him down against her. Before she could return his sentiment their lips were locked in a passionate dance, hungry and biting as they expressed their need. She pulled away with another pout, her fingers tugging on his shirt, “You shouldn’t distract me, I was going to say I love you back but you just kissed me and you know that I get very distracted by you.” She pinched the skin above his belt, “I love you dumby.”

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{ clint: }

“Do you know what some of them do, anyway? They’re practically adults– don’t worry, I already gave them the sex talk.” Clint gave the brunette a lopsided grin, leaning forward in his chair to rest his elbows on the table. “I don’t know– I guess whatever my noodles and I want to do. Push-ups, pull-ups. Or, you know, waiting in bed patiently for you to admire them.”

“No -- I don’t want to know, let me keep them innocent; la-la-la.” She put her fingers in her ears, grinning at him playfully. When he got closer she couldn’t ignore the growing tension that was sizzling between. Clary chewed on her bottom lip, her resistance completely gone now. “Or you could carry me to bed with the noodles.”

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{ clint: }

“You know they aren’t children, at least not the super impressionable ones that get scarred for life seeing people doing it. Besides, they know when to vanish,” Clint said smirk, giving a pout to the woman, “I guess I could just give me and my noodles a time out in the other room. The bedroom sounds nice.”

“Yes they are! Well -- they basically are. They don’t need to bear witness to those sort of things. So no, I wont’ walk around naked -- which I know is what you’re thinking about right now.” His pout made her furrowed brow to smooth out, her resistance wearing off. “...and what will you do with your noodles.”

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{ clint: }

“Excuse me, what?” Clint said, although he had heard perfectly, flexing his arms dramatically, “these arms? I don’t see what’s so good about these arms– I should probably lift more, they’re getting scrawny. Like noodles.”

“Stop it,” Clary grumbled but it had a playfulness to it, unable to actually be annoyed with him. “You doing that is the same as if I were to take my shirt off and walk around -- which I can’t do because there are children here, leaving me at a serious and totally unfair disadvantage. So take your noodles else where buddy.”

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{ andi: }

Being comfortable is the only way to be able to get through such dry-reads like academic papers.

Here’s an idea, let’s drink wine and eat ice cream instead.

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{ clint: }

Eh, I don’t need to see the shrink. I still have a job because I’m good at what I do, and they can’t really afford to not have me within SHIELD. C’mon, loosen up, it’s all a joke.

Clary rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him, turning around to stick her drawing on the fridge. Mumbling to herself even though it was loud enough to hear. “They keep you around because of your stupid arms. Dumb hot arms.” 

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{ clint: }

No, no– it’s better than what I usually leave for them. I usually leave them something boarderlining pornographic for them to lose their heads over; flying donuts are a way better call.

I always thought I was weird... but now I’m considering that you might need to see Andi. Even I wouldn’t call drawing porn on legal documents sane. How do you still have a job?

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{ clint: }

The higher-ups are really gonna love that drawing on the back of my reports. Don’t forget to doodle on the rest of them.

...oh no. I didn’t realise this was your reports... oh god.