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[the-jer-bear]

Marry, Kiss, Cuddle: Geralt, Clart Kent, Napoleon Solo

Ooohhhhh fuuccckkk!!!

Marry: Clark Kent

Stems from my childhood crush. I was dead set on marrying him or aquaman as a child. (Don’t judge me)

Kiss: Geralt

I mean just look at how he kisses.

Cuddle: Napoleon

Cause why the fuck not.

[lastcallatrockysbar]

10 Characters I Would Kiss

I was tagged by @ackeviddlestan​ - thanks, sweetie, this should be fun 😊 Also, don’t call me a cheater, it says characters, not actors 🙃

#1 will ALWAYs be my #1, the rest in no particular order:

Dean Winchester

Boaz Priestly

Batman

Red Hood

Jason Teague

Okay, okay, okay... also

Duke Crocker

Thor Odinson

Steve McGarrett

Raylan Givens

Sir Gwaine

Ooooh, almost forgot to tag... I’ll tag @misswhizzy​  @curlsandacowboyhat​  @femmedplume​  @sammit-janet​  @deanscarlett​  only if you want :)

[moonstruckbucky]

S

s. song last listened to

santeria, on the radio!

send me a letter

[dispatchvampire]

New York State of Mind (Clint x OC ficlet)

New York State of Mind

Word Count: 680

Warnings: unbeta’d, angst, character death, just all the sadness

Written for @ackeviddlestan ’s Clint Barton Song List Challenge

Prompt: #8 - New York State Of Mind

Pairing: Clint x Fem!OC

Rating: PG

Summary:  She was his home. His time away. His peace of mind. Yeah, when he came back to the city from the compound, he came back to Brooklyn. His building. He came back to her as well. She was the one thing that he refused to give up under any circumstances. 

A chance encounter, a cup of coffee, She had pink hair at the time and a hellifed undercut. Long on top in a mohawk that hung down to her shoulder. It went with the whole OG goth aesthetic she’d been rockin’ with her nose chain and leather jacket. He didn’t have his hearing aids in and the barista was feeling a little less than charitable in the patience department. She signed the order for him, with pastries and whatnot, and from there a friendship was born. 

She ran a support group for deaf cancer survivors. Volunteered at the Humane Society twice a month. Lived with three rescued strays including two cats and what she claimed was a chihuahua but Clint was convinced was a tiny sentient buzz saw on a meth bender. All looks to the contrary, she was all softy and he loved that about her. 

When she got sick the first time, it had been after the Battle of New York. Clint refused to leave her side, even though she told him it was fine and he didn’t have to. He needed to be strong for someone who wouldn’t judge him. She was a pillar of strength for him, too. 

First couple rounds of chemo were tough on everybody. Eventually, though, they fell into a rhythm, he looked after her, she cooked for him. She even moved into the building when her lease ended in Queens. It was a shorter commute for everyone and she had the comfiest couch he’d ever crashed on. 

Eventually, she got well again, or at least, well-ish. New normal, and all. She hated it, but what can ya do, right? She lived, and that’s more than some people get. Her hair came back, jet black, which was a shock to him. He’d only ever seen it in color, and she rectified that directly. 

The first time they kissed was a disputed fact. She insisted he kissed her first, while he contended the contrary. It happened on the roof of the building one night, when the insomnia got bad for both of them and they were up late having a beer. They’d been staring up at what would have been the stars, talking about life as it might have been if not. 

His lips were soft, chapped, eager. Tasted like beer and wanting and damn could she relate. His blond hair was on the shaggy side but so, so soft, and the late night stubble grazed her palms in the best way. He was warm, strong, those ridiculously pretty arms pulling her into his lap as he licked her mouth open. Tongues tangled like it was a new language and both were learning. 

For a little while, it was perfect. 

And then she got sick again. A lot further along this time, she opted not to carry on with the meds since the end was coming a lot faster than anyone planned. They argued, he wanted to fight, but in the end, she was one more person he couldn’t save. 

Brooklyn hadn’t been her home for long, but a little piece of her would be there forever with him. He saw her on her last plane ride, home to her family in Arizona, committed to the same lands her ancestors had lived and died. Some of her support group took her animals, even the tiny heathen, and everyone pitched in for a memorial plaque and a bench to be placed at the dog park they liked to take their fuzzy kids when the weather was warm. 

Even after everything that happened, everything he’d lost, he’ll still find himself on a sunny afternoon, sitting on your bench, watching Lucky play with the other dogs and for a moment, he has a tiny sliver of peace.  

[the-jer-bear]

You’re killing me this morning! 😩

Oh, is that so? Because of this man?

[the-jer-bear]

Clark Kent or Steve Rogers?

Oh hands down,

I grew up watching the Superman movies with Christopher Reeves and the justice league cartoon. Clark Kent owns me body and soul

[the-jer-bear]

How about.... Geralt or Aragorn?

Ohhhh shit. You went right to the jugular. This is a tough one. But I’m gonna have to go with

[lastcallatrockysbar]

@ackeviddlestan mentioned you in a photoset “rainbow-motors: Dean’s cue | SPN 9.17, 15.11 @lastcallatrockysbar...”

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You know how it is, sometimes Dean just causes that kind of reaction 😀🤤