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I COULDN'T WAIT- FICLET FRIDAYS

IDEEEEAAA!!!!!!!

GUYS. HOW WOULD YOU FEEL ABOUT ME PICKING A WEEKDAY TO BE MY WEEKLY FICLET FEST? LIKE PICK A SPECIFIC DAY TO POST LITTLE FICLETS OF CHARACTERS OF YOUR CHOICE?

I’m so excited ab this idea!!! What are your thoughts?? Each week I’ll post something a few days in advance to remind you guys of it and maybe get your guys’s person of the week? (Like who you wanna see me write about)

Okay. Here’s what I was thinking.

The day I’ll post my reminder will be ~Monday~, Tuesday if my day is hectic and it doesn’t get up. This gives me plenty of time to write the ficlet, as well as time for you guys to send in some requests/people.

The day I will post my ficlets will be ~Friday~, Saturday (again) if my day is hectic and it doesn’t get up.

I feel like focusing on ficlets will be much easier right now because of how crazy my life is, and it will be more likely that you will actually get a fic during the week lol.

KEEP IN MIND that I am not abandoning requests already sent in and am still taking them, but full-length fics will take longer to get posted just because I am so so busy.

Let me know your thoughts and suggestions! I can’t wait to get this started. Ficlet Fest will start next Friday, since I uploaded a ficlet tonight.

Okay, thank you for listening! 💓💓💓 I can’t wait to get started!!

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Hi! Could we have a clintasha one where either one (Clint or Tasha) is jealous and it's resolved with loads of fluff, pretty please? (:

“I don’t care if it’s part of your job, you just seemed to be enjoying it a little too much.” Natasha shouted as she walked from the living room into the kitchen, not knowing what she wanted to do, just needing to be away from him. But he followed her, hands stuffed in his pockets and letting out a sigh. “I didn’t enjoy it in the slightest. But I had to do it to get information from her. Nothing happened. We flirted, I got what I needed and then I left.” Clint replied, trying his best to keep calm, but the anger and hurt was still evident in his voice.

Natasha shook her head, scoffing and turning to face him. “Nothing happened? So when I saw you with your tongue down her throat that was nothing?” She accused, folding her arms across her chest. Clint rolled his eyes, leaning against the door frame. “It was nothing, it was me trying my best to get information from her. It was one kiss, and after that, she told me everything.” He said, tired, impatient and wanting nothing more than for them to stop arguing. Natasha closed her eyes, clenching her jaw. “Well, you seem to be rather interested in this woman. You jumped at the opportunity to take this job again.” She retorted, refusing to look at him. Every time she did all she could see was the image of that woman all over him. She hated it.

“Only because she knew me. I’ve done a job before where we had to do a similar thing and she remembered me. She trusted me more because I’ve done this before.” He said, his voice growing louder. “Oh, was she that good that you had to go back for more?” Natasha asked, turning away from him and taking a wine glass from the cupboard, pulling a bottle of wine out. She knew how much Clint hated it when people drank when they’d been arguing, and she wanted to push his buttons. To make him feel as bad as she did. She knew it was childish, but she couldn’t help it.

Clint watched her, becoming more enraged as he saw her pouring the wine. He didn’t mean to say what he said next, but the words just came out. He knew what she was doing, trying to get him riled up, and he tried to play her at her own game. “Oh, so it’s alright for you to go and sleep with half the men in the world for a job, but one kiss and I’m the world’s worst?” He asked, moving to lean on the counter that separated them. She turned on him, the look in her eyes so full of anger and pain and hatred that Clint had to take a step back.

Without saying a word, she walked past him into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. He knew he’d crossed the line. That was the one thing Natasha hated the most about her job, and Clint had promised to never use it against her. He thought it best to leave her to herself for a while, give her a short while to calm herself down.

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After a few hours of Clint walking aimlessly around their apartment, cleaning in a few places and thinking over what had happened, he decided he should try and make this up to her. He made her a cup of coffee, grabbing one of the chocolate bars she loved so much and walked into their room. He sat on the bed, setting the things down and running a hand through her hair.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” He started, not looking to her in case he saw that same expression in her eyes again. It was a cowardly thing to do, but he couldn’t look at her. She didn’t reply, moving away from his touch. “I promised I’d never use that against you and I did. I really shouldn’t have said it, and I know I’m a dick for saying it. I’m sorry.” He added, shifting on the bed a little so he was facing her more. She sat up, looking to him and shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have- I know you don’t like it when people drink if they’re angry. I know you only-“ Clint cut her off by leaning in to kiss her. “I shouldn’t have said that just because you did that. It was uncalled for and a dickish move.” He interrupted, hesitantly running a hand through her hair again.

Natasha leaned into the touch this time, turning to kiss his hand. She let out a small sigh, happy they were actually talking instead of shouting. She knew why he’d said it, and it hurt that he had, but she could see how sorry she was, hear it in his voice. “I- I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad about you doing that job. But I just saw you and I was so-“ she cut herself off, trying to find the words. “Jealous?” Clint offered, smirking and laughing more when Natasha hit him playfully. She rolled her eyes, nodding and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I guess so. I didn’t like seeing her all over you like that. And I know I’m hypocritical for saying that, but I just, it made me so mad that there was some other woman like that with you.”

“Hey, you know I’m all yours, right? There’s no way you’re going to get rid of me that easily.” He smirked, resting their heads together. Natasha smiled, scrunching her face up a little as Clint kissed her nose. “I know. Stuck with you for life.” She replied, pulling him closer. “For life. You remember that. Nothing can come between me and my feisty woman.” He chuckled, moving her to lie back and settling on top of her. She smiled, rolling her eyes. “Oh, and just so you know, I think it’s adorable that you got jealous, really.” He added, laughing more and leaning in to kiss her nose and cheeks. She moaned, squirming a little and turning to catch his lips with her own. “And just so you know, tell anyone about this, and you’ll be on the couch for a week.”

((Feel free to send me prompts! Just head here and tell me what you want.))

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would you write something about the blondes, Thor, Steve and Clint together?

((I wasn’t sure if you wanted something sexual or funny or whatever, so I decided to do this. If you don’t like it let me know :) ))

The three of them had become great friends recently. A lot closer than they’d expected. But deep down, they were all the same. Warriors, soldiers, heroes. Each of the wanted to do the right thing and help everyone. Granted, Clint found it a little more difficult than the other two to keep up the sweet and innocent look, even though he did try really hard. But his sarcasm, wit and dry humour were one of the things Thor and Steve loved so much about him.

They were inseparable after a while, each having their own reasons for keeping this friendship as it was. Steve needed something secure to hold on to, someone who knew what it felt to be a bit of an outcast but still trying to do the right thing. Thor needed people who would help him and not judge him but held the same values as he did. And Clint needed something that resembled a family. People there who would tell him when he was right or wrong, but wouldn’t push him away or hurt him for the mistakes he made.

Tony would joke about it all the time. He’d walk into the room where the three of them would be sat and make joke about how he always liked having a room full of blondes. The rest of the team didn’t really mind about it. At first they thought it was a little strange; they all seemed so different that they couldn’t possibly be friends. But maybe that’s why they were so close and needed each other so much. They were different, but they complimented and completed the others.

Friendship quickly evolved into something more. They came to rely on each other more than they could have ever expected. If they were ever apart, they would feel like they had lost a part of themselves, like there was something constantly missing. Whenever they were eventually reunited, they would spend the evenings together, not letting the others near them. They needed to just be alone and comfort the other. Small kisses, heated touches, reassurance that they were there together and that this was real.

And they knew that this was different. That this wasn’t the normal relationship and that things were going to be hard. Especially now that they were so far in the public eye that everything they did was scrutinized. But that didn’t matter to them. All that matter was that they had each other to help them through everything. That they finally had what they needed. Friends, support people who made them feel less like an outcast and gave them somewhere to belong. But the most important thing they got from each other was the sense of having a family. Of having someone to depend on that wouldn’t send them away. And with that, they could take on the world.

((Feel free to send me prompts! Just head here and tell me what you want.))

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wait ive just heard that you ship brutasha. youre my hero

It’s such a beautiful ship! I think it’s perfect and flawless and just… I can’t with those guys. 

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Phil/Clint/Bruce: After Coulson 'died' Clint had a major mourning period, but fell for Bruce. When Phil came back Bruce worried that he'd leave him, but Clint loves both of them. And hey, there's no reason Phil can't share.

Clint never imagined that this would be how the whole situation was solved. He never imagined he’d have this offer on the table for him. When he thought Phil was dead, everything seemed pointless. He distanced himself from every one. Even Natasha- especially Natasha. She just brought back too many memories. But then, as if he was being sent a reason to try and move on, Bruce came into his life. About three months after he was told Phil had died, Bruce had started spending time with Clint, helping him through it and just being there for him when he needed him.

And then soon enough, they started to fall for each other. Bruce wouldn’t make a move because he didn’t want Clint to think he was taking advantage of him. Clint wouldn’t say anything because even just thinking about doing anything with Bruce made him feel guilty. But one night, it was unbearable. He was with Bruce and before he knew it he was kissing him and clothing was lost and one thing led to another.

They started dating, taking it slow so that Clint could figure everything out in his head. They had been together for a little over a year when he came back, and everything that Clint had worked towards, a whole new life and a new relationship and trying to accept he was gone and he needed to move on. Phil came back, and Clint panicked. He didn’t know what to do. He thought Phil would hate him and say that he was cheating on him, and that Bruce would stop talking to him and that he’d lose them both. He couldn’t handle it, it was all too much for him.

When he was confronted about it, he broke. He’d done so well in holding himself together for so long, but when Bruce and Phil stood in front of him and asked him, he couldn’t keep it together any more. Phil told him he’d understand if they couldn’t get back what they had before, if it was over because of what had happened. Bruce told him that he knew he loved Phil, and that although it would hurt him, he would understand if he left him for Phil. Clint didn’t know how to respond, what to say, how to word it. He loved the both. He needed them both, and he knew that they must have heard him say it in some way through his sobs before he left.

Clint walked out of the room, back to his old apartment that he’d gotten himself when he thought Phil had died. He hadn’t been here in months- not since Bruce convinced him to stay at the tower. As he sat, calming himself and trying to think of what he should do, there was a knock. His heart sank. Only Bruce knew where this apartment was. Only Bruce could have possibly come here. He considered not answering but then he heard Phil’s voice, followed by Bruce’s. He wanted them to leave him alone to think, but he needed them to help him get through this.

The three of them sat on the couch in silence for a long time before Phil started to talk. Telling him how he and Bruce had talked about it, how it was a solution that both of them wanted, but it was up to Clint. They knew it would be difficult, and that there would be a lot of hard work involved, but it would be worth it. Phil meant a lot to Bruce because of how important he was to Clint. Because of how much he had helped Clint in life and for the fact that he was the man who he is today. Bruce was important to Phil because he did something he never should have had to. He helped Clint when he wasn’t there and he gave him a reason to carry on and be himself. To pick himself up and live another day.

Clint never imagined that this would be how the whole situation was solved. He’d never had imagined that he’d be lying here on the couch, curled up against Bruce and Phil, the two of them hesitant but wanted to know each other more. They exchanged small kisses and stayed silent for most of the night, but they didn’t have to talk. Because they knew that they all needed each other. Even if Bruce and Phil hadn’t known each other for that long, they needed each other all the same. They both loved Clint, and that brought them together. And Clint needed them both. None of them would let the others down again. And even if the world was against them, having each other was more than they could have ever needed.

((Feel free to send me prompts! Just head here and tell me what you want.))

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Steve finds out Hawkeye slept with Wanda when she had lost her memory (New Avengers v.1 #26) and confronts him about it (in an angry, but non-sexual way. More like Steve defending her honour).

“Barton, we need to talk.” Steve said from the door way, the whole room going quiet and looking to Clint. Clint shrunk back a little, trying his best not to look like a school boy who’d just been caught doing something wrong. He nodded, standing and heading out of the room towards where Steve had pointed for him to go.

He didn’t know what he’d done wrong, but it must be bad. Steve never called people by their surname outside of missions unless he was really pissed off with them. After a few minutes of silence, Clint decide he might as well get this over with. “Okay then Steve, what did I do this time? Did I drink milk from the carton again? Leave my washing out too long?” He asked, laughing a little and trying to lighten the mood. But when Steve didn’t laugh and just gave him that look, Clint instantly stopped and looked away, mumbling an apology.

“No Barton, you didn’t do any of those things. What you did is much, much worse.” Steve replied, moving to stand in front of him and folding his arms across his chest. “You took advantage of Wanda.” He added, jaw clenching as he finished talking. Clint looked to him, shocked and a little angry. “Hey, I never did. She was okay with it she wanted to-“ Steve cut him off, letting out a sigh and shaking his head. “She wasn’t Wanda when you did that. She wasn’t the Wanda that we know. And you knew it. And you still did it anyway.” He said, his voice becoming louder and harsher.

Clint stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking away and leaning back against the wall. “She still said yes Steve. We were- Me and her, we sort of, had a- one thing led to another, okay? We were talking and then that happened and just-“ Once more, Steve cut him off, holding his hand up and taking a step back. “I can’t tell you how to live your life Clint. I can’t stand here and scold you because you’re a grown man.” He started, anger still clear in his voice. “But what I can do is tell you that I thought you had more respect for people, and that it’s going to take a hell of a lot for you to get any of the respect I’ve lost for you back.” He added, shaking his head once more and turning to leave.

As he opened the door, he stopped once more and turned to him again. “And if I was you, I’d apologise to Wanda. Be a man and apologise. Do that and it’ll be a start of me respecting you again.” He said, finally leaving. Clint’s eyes didn’t leave the door for a long time, just stood in shock as he looked to where Steve just stood. He felt terrible, and he knew he should. Steve honestly made him feel like a better person just because of how he is, but to have him say that almost ripped Clint apart. He’d work to get back that friendship between him and Steve that was now damaged. The first step was apologising to Wanda. After that, well. He’d figure something out.

((Feel free to send me prompts! Just head here and tell me what you want.))

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Steve/Natasha, their first kiss and the others find out about their relationship.

As they neared Natasha’s apartment, Steve grew a little more nervous. This was their third ‘date’. If you could call it that. Mostly, he thought it was just him asking Natasha out for dinner or a film and Natasha saying yes because she wanted to make him feel better. But tonight, tonight he was going to make a point of letting her know in some way how he felt. He wasn’t going to just walk off and not say anything. When they stopped outside her apartment, he looked to her and smiled.

“So, I had an amazing night. We need to do this again.” He said, still a little nervous and trying his best not to let it show, even though he knew it wasn’t working. Natasha laughed, nodding and pilling her coat around her a little tighter, taking a small step closer to him. “It was. It was really good. I always like our little nights out together. You make me feel very special Steve.” She replied, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. Steve knew that it was now or never, that he should just go for it. If this wasn’t what Natasha wanted, she’d tell him, and he’d respect that, but he still couldn’t quite work up the courage to do it.

After a few moments of them stood in silence, Steve let out a deep breath before leaning in to kiss her. He was still nervous, but as he pressed his lips to her, all his nerves seemed to disappear. Her hand came up to rest on his shoulder, and he pulled back harshly, expecting her to push him away. With a small laugh, she ran a hand through his hair. “Don’t worry Cap. I’ve been waiting for you to do that for so long. I’m not about to push you away.” She whispered, pulling him back to kiss him once more.

When they broke apart, both of them smiled, laughing a little. Steve tucked a piece of Natasha’s hair behind her ear and leaned in to place a quick, gentle kiss to her lips. “You know, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time too. I just didn’t know whether you got that these were all dates or if you thought they were just us hanging out as friends.” He said, cursing himself a little, thinking that he was ruining the moment. Natasha shook her head. “Honestly, I thought it was a bit of both. Well I was hoping it was a bit of both.” She replied, pulling away. As they said good night and she walked into her apartment, Steve’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t have hoped for thins to go better. ~

After dating for nearly four months, the rest of the team still didn’t know about them. Well, apart from Clint and Coulson, but much like Natasha, they seemed to always know everything. Steve saw it as being a part of their job, and knew better than to question it anyway. Everyone was out for the evening; Pepper, Bruce and Tony had gone to see a film together, and Phil and Clint were out for dinner. Steve and Natasha were curled up on the couch in the film room, happy that they could just be together and not have to worry about what the others had to say.

The film they had on didn’t seem to really interest them much, and after a short while, Natasha leaned up to kiss him. “You have a terrible choice in films Captain.” She chuckled, wrapping her arms around his waist. Steve rolled his eyes, poking her in the side. “Hey, this is one of those films that Clint said I need to see. Don’t blame me for it.” He chuckled, pulling her close. She looked up to him and smirked. “You should know better than to trust anything Clint suggests. He and Tony have a bet on to see who can embarrass or bore you the most with the things you’ve missed out on.” She replied, leaning in to kiss him once more.

“There is one good thing about having a bad film on though.” He said, glancing to the screen and then to Natasha, a smirk playing on his lips. “I can kiss you as much as I want and not have to worry about missing it.” He mumbled, leaning in to kiss her deeper than before. She laughed against his lips, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. As their kiss became more and more heated, they heard a cough from the door, jumping up to look at who it was. Tony, Pepper and Bruce stood in the doorway, Bruce looking a little embarrassed, Pepper looking over joyed and Tony looking very smug. “So, when’s the wedding?” Tony asked, moving to sit on the couch across from them. Pepper moved to hit him playfully on the arm, taking a seat next to him. “Because, you know I’ll pay for it. You guys make a good couple.”

Steve rolled his eyes, moving from on top of Natasha and trying to stop himself from blushing. Bruce moved to sit on the arm of the couch next to Tony. “How long has this been going on?” He asked, looking between the two of them. Steve was lost for words, wanting them to just leave them alone to their film night. Natasha looked to him and chuckled a little. “About four months.” She said, gaining complaints off Tony. “Four months? Four whole months and we didn’t know? Wait until I tell Clint.” He said, standing up and holding his hand out for Pepper. “He already does.” Steve cut in, looking to Bruce and unable to stop himself from laughing at how amused he looked. “Bird brain already knows? That’s not fair.” He said as Pepper pushed him out of the room, still mumbling to himself. Bruce nodded to them, quickly leaving after them. Steve and Natasha leaned back on the couch, looking to each other and bursting out laughing. “Well, I guess that saves us trying to tell everyone about us.” He said, running a hand through her hair. Natasha nodded, turning to kiss his hand. “I guess it does. But maybe next time when we’re getting it on on the couch, can we try and keep it to a private place?”

((Feel free to send me prompts! Just head here and tell me what you want.))