Summary: You haven't been yourself lately, but luckily they call Clint Hawkeye for a reason. He sees how you've been acting and turns out, you have the perfect boyfriend, like you didn't know that already.
Warnings: fluff, comfort, angst, mentions of burn out
Word Count: 500
Requested by @yaboyguzma69
A/n: The title is from Sweetness by Elliot James Reay because I love the song and I KNOW Clint would call his S/O Sweetness.
Clint noticed, of course he did.
You weren't your usual self, for the past week you'd been dragging yourself through each day, barely speaking to anyone, barely even leaving your room. He watched you silently, unsure of the best way to approach. He wasn't sure if head on would be too much, so he decided to be slightly more subtle.
Whenever you left your room, he'd make sure he was within sight, not hovering all over you, but close enough for you to know he was around. When you sat down, he'd sit close, on the same couch or an armchair nearby. When you sat down for dinner he sat beside you, close enough for your thighs to touch with each brushing movement, a constant reminder that he was there, and he wasn't going anywhere.
It all came to a head when he went to check on you in your room and found you sitting on the floor. It almost looked like you fell, or just couldn't get up.
"Hey Sweetness" He said softly, sitting down beside you "Any reason you're on the floor?"
You could barely huff a reply, a simple "'s too much"
He knew what you meant, you swore he could read your mind at times and God, were you grateful.
You were confused though, when he stood and left without a word. You started to think you'd pushed him away enough that he wouldn't come back. Part of you felt like crying but even that was too much, you could only feel your throat tighten and dry.
It all drifted away when he walked back in.
He wiggled into the spot beside you, tugging you up to rest against his side. He flapped out your favourite fuzzy blanket, equipped with the Hawkeye logo of course. A gag gift from Nat that turned out to be one of your favourite possessions. He wrapped his arm around you and held your hand up like a rag doll, placing a nice, warm mug of hot chocolate in it. You could move your own arm, but he lived to take care of you, so the few times he could baby his kickass, superhero girlfriend meant a lot to him. They meant a lot to you too.
You nuzzled against his shoulder, sipping the drink slowly, feeling the warmth flood through you perfectly.
"Thank you" You murmured "'s perfect. You're perfect"
"I think someone else takes that title but thank you, I'll gladly be runner up"
You settled back into a comfortable silence. One of your favourite things about Clint was that you never needed to tell him what was wrong, he'd always be there no matter how big or small your problems were.
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oh oh oh. clint barton thinking youre a cute drunk!
Clint went to bed early that night. Why? It was girl's night. You, Wanda, Pepper, and Nat went out twice a month to just let loose. You'd been together for two years, and been living together for half of that. He'd learned by the 2nd girl's night that you did not have volume control when you got home after those nights. It didn't bother him, either. If anything, he looked forward to those nights.
One night he'd been woken up to you putting on a concert in the living room. You'd loaded up the Eras Tour and had decided to not just watch it. No. You had to dance...and sing to every single song. You'd made it through three songs before you saw an amused Clint watching you from the hallway.
Another night you'd asked Wanda to have a sleepover. He'd been woken up to the two of you giggling over 'dating horror stories' from high school. He'd made the two of you a snack and went back to bed.
Every girl's night left him wondering what you'd come home to do. On the rare occassion you went to sleep at one of their places he would wake up, sad to hear silence.
That night, he hear you giggling and assumed you were thinking of something funny. So, he went out to check on you. What he hadn't expected was to see you cuddling a cat. "Uh, babe?" He asked, tilting his head.
You smiled up at him from where you were sitting on the floor. At that moment he decided he wanted to marry you. He never wanted to miss one of these moments. He wanted to be 50, coming out to you getting up to something with a silly smile on your face. "This is Zazzles." You beamed. "He followed me home! Can we keep him? He was veeeeery persistant."
Chuckling, he crouched. "I don't see a collar. We'll get him checked for a chip in the morning. If there's none? He's all yours, babe."
"Thank you!" You pulled him into a kiss. Yeah, you were cute drunk. And he loved that he was the one who got to see it.
Tatianna, my love! Could you please do a Clint x Reader fic featuring public sex for the kinktober challenge? Our boy deserves to be loved, and in front of everyone lol :) xx
kinktober day 1 → clint barton x f!reader; public sex, deaf!clint, dirty talk, cockwarming, exhibitionism
“No one’s watching, don’t worry,” Clint whispers softly, stubble tickling the shell of your ear in a way that would make you squirm if you weren’t desperately trying to hide the fact you’re cockwarming him in a room of a hundred people; a few whose eyes have lingered on you in a way that makes your skin crawl. The thought of them knowing what’s really happening under your bunched-up skirt and the conveniently placed tabletop masquerading your salacious acts is both exhilarating and terrifying.
For a moment, you consider saying something, telling him it’s too much too fast, that your growing nerves outweigh the pleasure. He’s long since pocketed his hearing aids -- the loud music and overlapping conversations growing irritating -- but you’ve got a few nonverbal cues, and his hand pressed against your torso means he’d feel the vibration of you speaking if you tried. Instead, you bite back a whimper when Clint’s free hand disappears under the hem of your skirt, bypassing your pushed-aside panties to rub against your swollen clit, wet with the arousal that coats the base of his cock.
“Don’t let anyone hear those cute sounds,” Clint commands, pinching you between his thumb and forefinger and chuckling at how you instinctively clench around him. It’s not enough to make either of you cum, but he doesn’t seem put off by that, instead driven to see how far he can push you before you drag him to the nearest abandoned hallway or closet and fuck his brains out.
He holds you closer to his chest, hips rocking into yours, and your head spins when he murmurs “just a little longer.”
I want it to be canon that Natasha is still alive and that Clint and her are sitting in the teacups at Disneyland. While having a straightforward face while Kate and Yelena are screaming in the background, rapidly spinning in circles.
Would you write for Hawkeye? If so my song is ‘Que Sera Sera’. If not, please could you do it with Loki instead? :D x
Of My Own
This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!
Song Prompt: Que Sera Sera
Pairing: Clint Barton x reader (platonic, no pronouns used)
Word Count: 770
CW: Minor swearing, hospitals
Note: Thank you for your request! I thought this little story fit quite nicely with the feel and lyrics of the song. I hope you love it too 💜
“It’s gonna be okay, Clint,” you murmured with firm eyes fixed on the console and knuckles turning pale and sore around the controls.
One of Clint’s hands shielded his eyes, the other clutched his stomach. “This is controlled airspace, you-”
“You think I give a rat’s ass about controlled airspace right now?” You tensed further, pushing the chopper close to its limits. The cockpit rumbled with the speed. Air resistance felt different when it was holding you back from the hospital. It felt like an enemy.
Curse the atmosphere, you had places to be.
Clint made a concerning noise from the jump seat and you felt the weight of the moment. “We’re gonna make it,” you promised in a whisper. He clutched his stomach tighter. “Hold it in, Barton.”
You could sense his eyes were closed behind his hand. This was a new kind of anxiety - one you hadn’t seen from him in all the years he was your partner.
“Just get me there in one piece,” was what he managed to mutter out before you jammed a finger onto the comms transmitter.
“HAWK32, hotel-alpha-whiskey-kilo-three-two, requesting permission to land on MercyOne helipad. Two minutes out. Repeat, hotel-alpha-whiskey-kilo-three-two, requesting permission to land. Over.”
The silence that followed was unsettling but you surged ahead, knowing you weren’t really asking permission. You’d land this chopper on that hospital roof come hell or high water.
“MercyOne air traffic control to HAWK32. Permission granted. Can you advise condition of the patient? Over.”
You’d way overestimated the amount of time it would take to land since you’d never pushed the bird this hard. “Thank you, control. HAWK32 approaching to land. Patient is not with us. HAWK32 out.”
Your fingers found the volume and turned it all the way down before they could question you. Clint forced a wry smile from the corner of your eye. He was white as a sheet. “You’re gonna be okay, Clint,” you called over the whizz of the air shifting and swiping all around the cabin. “You’re gonna be great, in fact.”
The helicopter touched down with less finesse than usual, but you got the job done. Clint was frozen in place, perhaps a bit shocked. You didn’t turn the engine off, reaching over to start unclipping his seatbelt but he seemed to realise this was really happening. He freed himself, giving you one final and severe look before bolting out of the chopper and towards the hospital wards.
Your anticipating smile lingered after him. Only after he disappeared into the building did you take off again, on a mission to bring the helicopter back to a S.H.I.E.L.D-sanctioned hangar.
It was a couple of hours before you made your way back to the hospital, but that was okay; Clint was going to be great. You didn’t doubt that for a second. He was always great.
Still, that didn’t do much to ease the incessant bouncing off your leg in the waiting room as you tried and failed to focus on anything else.
After another hour or two, and a few cardboard cups of terrible hospital coffee, an older nurse entered the waiting room to call your name. You stood at once, almost spilling the granulated coffee remnants, and looked to her with something of a question in your glance. Her smile-framed brown eyes were warm and relieved behind her mask, and she said you were welcome to come in and visit.
The walk to the room was the longest you’d had in your life, but you’d climb Everest to live that moment all over again: that moment you entered the room to see the most perfect picture for the first time.
Clint looked over at you, beaming. Laura, from the hospital bed, looked over with the fondness of an old friend and welcomed you in. The image of the two of them was familiar enough, but there was something new to add to that portrait.
“Hey,” Clint grinned at you, though, mostly at the tiny bundle in his arms.
He turned to give you a better view of the little piece of heaven wrapped up in cotton. Something in you swelled at the sight of the tiny nose and the tiny rise and fall of steady breathing from beneath the white fabric.
You breathed out a “wow,” before taking a step forward, eyes beginning to blur with the joy of the moment.
Clint locked looks with you only for a second to say, “This is Lila,” before turning back to his daughter, cocooned in a love so tangible it reminded you of the way the sky wrapped you two up safely and delivered him here for this moment.
He already acted like the most natural parent in the world. You grinned.
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Plot: After returning home from a mission Y/n and Clint settle in for the night, with the one thing they love the most. Being in each others arms.
Mystery Prompts Request: 'Comfortable drifting into sleep.' Genre: Feel Good/Fluff
Requested by: @meganlpie (this was from the mystery prompts from ages ago.)
Dropping your bags onto the floor as soon as you got into the house, you let out a sigh of relief. Clint, coming behind you let out a loud sigh, glad to finally be home after hours of travel back home, "Home sweet home."
You smiled "I feel like we've been gone for ages." You commented as you turned the lights on, and walking into the house fell face first onto the sofa with a grunt.
Clint smiled in amusement as he watched you. Locking the door behind him, he set his own bags down, not wanting to deal with them at the moment. Walking over to you he tapped your feet, "Come on, let's head to bed."
He heard your muffled groan before you whined, "Too tired."
"Too tired to go to bed?" He chuckled out and you nodded your head in response.
He smiled at you fondly before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the back of your head. Sitting on the coffee table, he grabbed your legs, and untying your shoes, slipped them off. "Okay, come on." He said with a grunt as he began to pull you up.
You let out a whiny groan in response, making him chuckle. Finally getting you sitting up, he pulled off your jacket. Picking you up in his arms, you immedietely wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck.
Clint smiled to himself as he carried you to the bedroom. He knew the mission the two of you had been on took a lot out of the both of you, but you more so it seemed. Though this was not necessarily something knew between the two of you. He had carried you to the bedroom many times before, in similar situations, and not so similar situations.
Entering the bedroom, he set you on the bed, but you refused to let him go. "Come on babe, lie down, time for bed."
Letting out a childish sigh, you let go of him before dropping down onto the bed. As he began to move away, your hand clasped his. You looked at him, and seeing the silent complaint in your eyes he chuckled. "I'll be right back." He said as he walked away, pulling his hands from yours, though reluctantly.
Lying in the bed for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, you finally found the energy to get up. And after changing into your pajamas you climbed into the bed. You waited for Clint to come back, forcing yourself to stay awake until he came back, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms.
After he finally came back, from what you assumed was him turning the lights off and checking the house, you watched as he changed into his own pajamas before finally climbing into the bed beside you. Wasting no time, you immedietely turned over, and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.
He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you a bit closer before placing a kiss to your head and let out a satisfied sigh. "What do you want to do tomorrow?" He asked softly.
You thought about it for a moment, knowing you had the next few days off. You hummed under your breath before answering, "This."
He smiled to himself as he gently ran his fingers up and down your arm, "That sounds like a good plan." He said softly.
Leaning up, you pressed a kiss to his neck before cuddling closer to him and closing your eyes tightly as you breathed out. You felt your whole body begin to relax as you let your exhaustion take over. Breathing in Clint's familiar scent, the woodsy cologne with a hint of mint, you felt your thoughts go blank as you slowly drifted to sleep in Clint's arms, glad to finally be home.
xx End xx
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