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I have 2 moods when writing.
Write 10 pages in one go, holy shit, my hands won’t stop moving, Imma get this fic done in like 2 hours WUT
I forgot how to English, oh god, write one sentence, watch 3 movies, write another sentence, the ideas are there but they just won’t come out how the frick do I end this, this Word Document has been open for over a week WELP
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C and/or D. Kuvira/Baatar Jr.
C. A moment’s respite.
“I have to admit,” Baatar said, running the back of his hand across his forehead, “I didn’t think it was going to be this hard.”
Beside him, Kuvira’s stride was effortless, loping along at an easy jog. She was hardly breaking a sweat, and he struggled to match her pace despite having at least four or five inches’ height on her.
“Of course it’s hard,” she said, keeping her eyes fixed on the trail. “It’s an entire nation, Baatar. Thousands of people struggling just to make it to the next day without starving or being shanked by a bandit. Didn’t you read the papers back in Zaofu? That kind of chaos is going to take all our efforts to fix.”
Baatar slowed and finally stopped, doubling over, hands gripped viselike around his knees. “I didn’t mean the campaign,” he panted. “I was talking about this run. Hasn’t it been five miles yet?”
He squinted up into the cloudless sky, shading his eyes with a sweaty palm. Despite the early morning hour, the sun was already baking the countryside, and Baatar was beginning to feel like a piece of limp dough writhing around in boiling oil.
He felt the tremor of Kuvira’s feet hitting the ground, then her head blotted out the sunlight above him. She stared down at him with her hands on her hips, a few stray stands of hair clinging to her cheek.
“You shouldn’t stop mid-run like this,” she said. “It isn’t good for your heart. We only have one mile left. You can do it.”
“This is cruel and unusual punishment.” He tried to suck in a few deep breaths, but the humidity was winning. It felt like trying to breathe with a sopping wet towel draped over his face. “Next time you need to get a bandit overlord to talk, just make him run five miles in this heat. The whole country will be unified before you know it.”
Kuvira’s gaze slid to the canteen strapped to Baatar’s hip. “You already drank all your water, didn’t you?”
“It was gone after the first mile,” he admitted. “Can I have some of yours? Just a sip or two.”
She sighed, unclipping her own canteen. “Hold still.”
He felt her fingers cupping his chin, her skin somehow still cool despite the temperature, and then a small but blissfully chilled stream of water cascaded over his head and dripped down his cheeks. He closed his eyes, sighing in relief, letting Kuvira tip his head back and hold the bottle to his lips.
“I ought to make you run an extra mile for this,” she grumbled, her thumb flicking up to wipe a stray droplet from his cheek.
He opened his eyes and blinked away the water clogging his lashes, giving her his best kicked-puppy look. “You wouldn’t.”
She shot him a rare but devilish smirk, tugging him to his feet. “Maybe tomorrow.”
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That moment when you can write any treat easily, but the assignments drive you batty.
what are we???? WRITERS!!!!!! what are we gonna do???? WRITE!!!!!!!!!! when are we gonna do it???????? //distant sobbing
Sometimes making plans is enough. I hide under the excuse of canon review.
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Who in your OTP asks the weird questions in the middle of the night and who hits the other in the face with a pillow
Also in your OT3, who does each of those things and who is the one that looks up the answer
hal: actually -
harry: mfmmmfff snorrrrrre
hal: hey. hey, wake up, ka -
[kate cracks open one eye and glares at him, unblinking and furious]
hal: [rolling over] percy! percy. wake up, it’s important. percy.
harry: WHAT
hal: you know that penguins thing?
[long, agonised pause, in which harry raises his head and stares]
harry: penguins thing.
kate: [muttered] both of you please go to sleep.
hal: yeah.
harry: wha’ fuckin’ penguinsh thing?
kate: you’re talking into the pillow again.
harry: shurrup and go to sleep, kate.
kate: [with a contented sigh, closing her eyes] well you’re gonna get drool on it.
hal: the thing about the penguins and pebbles and stuff.
[harry swears in disbelief and faceplants the pillow]
hal: exactly, yeah, that. but where do they find the pebble?
[further long pause]
[kate bursts out laughing; harry raises his head slowly]
harry: where the fuck do you think? they’re on a fucking beach, you imbecile.
hal: in antarctica! they’re on a beach made of ice!
harry: well maybe they’re ICE PEBBLES -
hal: - it’s a legitimate question, percy, just because you have no romance in your soul -
harry: - why in god’s name would you ask that now -
hal: - they’d have to dig through the ice and their flippers aren’t designed - it just came to me, harry, that sort of thing does happen to people with brains -
harry: just GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP -
kate: [holding up her phone] do you want to know what snopes says or not?
[pause]
harry: no.
hal: maybe they are ice pebbles.
Adding my note again: My OT3 has Clint asking the weird questions, Natasha with the pillow, and Bobbi spitting out answers because she knows it will take answers or kissing him to shut him up.
dark starter sentences
“You actually thought i cared about you?” “I wonder how loudly i can make you scream in agony?” “You’re a monster!” “It would be a shame if I had to damage that pretty face of yours.” “You’re all mine now.” “How could you do this to me!?” “I trusted you!” “Is that supposed to scare me?” “Put the knife down.” “You’re scaring me…” “You look so sexy when you’re all bloodied and bruised like that~” “I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?” “Why are you pointing that gun at me?” “Let me go!” “You’re so cute when you struggle like that~” “Your blood smells wonderful.” “Who did this to you?” “You’re in my way.” “I thought you were dead!” “Help me!” “Long live the king.” “What did they do to you?” “What have you done?” “Maybe i should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?” “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything fatal, I just need some information.” “I don’t care what you do to me, I’ll never tell you!” “Stop it, your hurting me!” “They’ll kill you!” “I hate you.” “The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!” “If you keep struggling like that I’ll have to punish you~”
Someone please make me Clint/Bobbi icons with this.
imagine natasha coming home from an op and wandering into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea and finding a note from clint stuck to her fridge saying ‘i didn’t know which one you meant so i fed them all’ and she doesn’t get what it means until she looks out the back window and there’s at least a dozen stray cats lurking in the little garden attached to the apartments, and they all start mewing frantically when they notice her at the window
You're A Car Crash (And I Can't Look Away) 1/? -- MCU/616 crossover -- Clint/Natasha
You’re A Car Crash (And I Can’t Look Away) 1/? (6159 words) by geckoholic Fandom: Hawkeye (Comics), Marvel 616, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen/PG-13 Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Characters: Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Multiverse, Marvel 616/MCU Crossover, Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie) Compliant
Summary:
Out on a mission with Kate, Clint falls through a portal and lands in the vicinity of what looks suspiciously like his childhood home. Things only get weirder from there.
This is where I rec a best friend's fic. It is awesome and gorgeous and full of soooo much potential and in character for both 'verses of the multiverse and fun and serious and just right.
OT3 head canon:
Laura and Natasha gang up on Clint to call out his bullshit at every opportunity.
“You promise that the dining room is your last home improvement project, Clint?” says Laura. “You also promised me that Nat wouldn’t bite when I agreed to let her move in.”
“She’s right,” Natasha deadpans. “I do bite.” (In bed, of course, but she’s not about to argue semantics.)
“Not helping,” Clint groans, running his hand through his hair.
“Who said I was trying to help you?” Natasha asks sweetly.
“You love it when she bites,” Clint tells Laura, throwing his hands up in her direction.
“I do,” says Laura. “But the point still stands. She bites. And you’re not going to be done tearing up the house when you finish the dining room.”
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