#broarrow

[yoursdndispatcher]

Anonymous asked: “tell me why i can’t get you out of my head.” // @broarrow

@broarrow

Robert finds himself fidgeting with his hands. The palms are a criss cross of lines and rough patches, but otherwise long healed since their first meeting. He wishes there were more markings. He wishes that he'd snagged that arrow that hit the elevator button. He wishes that he'd just told the man the whole story when asked. How different would it be now? "Sometimes you... God, the things you say," he said, shaking his head.

[toussaiint]

@broarrow ( clint barton ).

[sms]: yeah [sms]: unless you know someone with sticky..er? fingers [sms]: ill owe you one? Yeah, he’s gonna regret this, isn’t he?

[ sms. baby blue ( 00:01 delivered ✓ ) ] You're fucking nuts [ sms. baby blue ( 00:03 delivered ✓ ) ] If this is some ploy to get me caught OR to get some head I'm breaking your HA intentionally this time. [ sms. baby blue ( 00:18 delivered ✓ ) ] Fine. Fuck. Send me your location.

[heroing]

[sms]: what are you wearin right now @broarrow // to dick

dick stretches for his phone when it buzzes, yawning. he’d been about to fall asleep but he figures it could be important. 

it isn’t. 

still, he smiles.

[sms]: not even a hello? [sms]: rude :p [sms]: why don’t i just show you?

he shoves off the blankets and angles his phone to take a photo of his very naked body. 

[sms]: [photo]

[4gentwalker]

“Happy holidays, John. Don’t say I never got you anythin’—“ // @broarrow

John  stared  at  the  shirt,  a  mixed  of  disbelief  and  irritation  on  his  face.  “Wow  Clint,  you've  really  outdone  yourself  this  year.”  He  said  sarcastically,  shaking  his  head.  “First  the  useless  air  fryer,  and  now  this  masterpiece?  WOW.  What's  next,  a  subscription  to  a  cheese  of  the  month  club?”

@broarrow

[snkts]

[sms]: hey

[sms]: sooooo. serious question

[sms]: what’s your beef with pineapples on pizza

@broarrow

His phone is buzzing. That's what that noise is. Now that his mind's slowly piecing itself back together, he remembers a time when you couldn't get messages like that over a phone, or when you wouldn't have a phone in your bedroom at all, or, fuck, before phones. Life was a lot simpler back then.

A lot quieter, too.

Logan pulls a pillow over his face and groans. Then, almost in spite of himself, he reaches over and pulls the phone off the nightstand. It stings until his eyes adjust.

[SMS -> BARTON] It's three in the fucking morning, and this is what you're thinking about? [SMS -> BARTON] I don't like pineapple in anything except a Pina Colada, or maybe a good Sling. It doesn't belong on pizza.

[bloodyarn]

MAKING DEMANDS //  v. d!spatch .

 ▌@broarrow sent : “quit fidgeting, you look suspicious.” for dispatch verse 👀

       ❝  I'm  not  --  .  .  . ❞      Perhaps  Babette  was  a  little  suspicious  looking.  Perhaps  Hawkeye  made  a  valid  point    —    Aimlessly  rolling  the  pen  past  every  single  finger  on  her  hand   &   almost  failing  to  catch  it  two  times  WAS  arguable,  a  little  off.

   But  she  was  a  tiny  wee  bit  nervous    !

Because  the  coffee  machine  stopped  working  RIGHT  after  the  woman  used  it.  That  must  have  been  her  fault,  therefore    (  and  her  insurance  does  not  cover  breaking  the  coffee  machine  )  .  So,  she  was  standing  at  the  sidelines,  with  that  guy  who  ordered  her  reaction  around,  blessed  to  wait  until  the  janitor  would  figure  out  how  to  stop  the  machine  from  spurting  out  liquid  non-stop.

       ❝  I  swear  it  worked  perfectly  fine. ❞      Voice  a  little  lower,  she  leaned  in  to  whisper,       ❝  Do  you  think  they  will  lock  me  up    ?  ? ❞

[worthystill]

“M’drunk, not stupid. I know exaaaactly how I’m lookin’ at you right now.”

@broarrow

Perhaps the archer has had too much to drink, but even he admits this when Thor catches him staring. Clint is apparently assessing something, but has yet to divulge what that could be. "MMhmm. And how might that be?" Thor says taking a sip from his glass while peering over the rim at Clint. One of two things could leave his lips. It could be something incredibly idiotic or something extremely profound. The god is starting to learn there is no in between with Barton.

drunken heat starters. >> @broarrow

[mad-hunts]

[ owned ] : because of a bad day at work and/or doing what they usually do in their normal routine, receiver asks sender (their pet) to make them feel better by giving them oral while on their knees // @broarrow

pet-play starters.

barton didn't know what was in the air today, but a concerning amount of people that came into his clinic seemed to make them either rude or particularly upsetting cases — i mean, one of them being a poor kid that had fell and cracked their head open after swinging just a bit too hard on a swing, kind of upsetting. that girl that came in was absolutely bawling with pain. this made him really made him wish that clint, whom had been given more freedom since he originally brought him to his home (as a captive, let's not forget), but still overall was only forcibly staying there as per barton's own will.

it had been about two months' since clint's initial visit to his clinic and so, naturally, the doctor's emotional attachment to him had changed a bit from when he was still recovering from his tail-bone break. and thankfully, it changed for the better (albeit the whole situation surrounding them was still toxic as it started out that way). but to elaborate more on that... barton had told matilda, his daughter, to keep an eye on him as the two of them went out to shop for new gardening supplies and a couple of herb plants. lavender was on the top of the list, it seemed; as privy to only barton... he was asking for it because of its anxiolytic properties and positive effects on depression since clint had been displaying symptoms of what he thought could be both.

if only he had access to his entire list of prescriptions, he thought, then he'd easily be able to get his 'guest' (captive) what he needed to maintain his well-being. oh well. barton supposed if it came down to it, he could just ask clint if he was on anything and go from there. a sigh escaped his lips as all he could think about now was how relieved he'd be to be able to lay down once he got home, and maybe divulge in some chocolate ice-cream too with clint. the deep frown that had once been on his face just a few seconds ago softened just a bit whenever he got to his front door and walked into the house, only to be greeted with the other man struggling to stay awake whilst on the couch, watching an old movie. it was oddly adorable, what could he say?

barton announced himself as he turned off the tv due to clint's fluttering eyelids and picked him up in two motions, carrying him in his arms to the bedroom. ❝ oof... here we go, sweetheart. hi. i knew your day out might get you all tired, ❞ he teased the other slightly as he closed the door behind them and placed him on the bed, getting on top of clint rather quickly to seek comfort from him. barton immediately began to kiss him and tell him about his day before asking him a question, ❝ i had kind of a bad day at work. it felt like too many people that came in today had a bug up their ass about something. so, i was wondering, although seeing you is already cheering me up — since you're so good with your mouth... ❞

this is purred out as he nipped at clint's neck, sucking on the skin there until a visible bruise formed on it. barton swept several strands of his hair out of his face then, ❝ would you please suck me off on your knees, pet? i promise you'll be handsomely rewarded with ice-cream and cuddling afterwards if you need any sort of extra initiative. ❞