Did you bring quarters?
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Did you bring quarters?
David Tennant, The Hack (2025)
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POV: You're a Ganado in The Mercenaries game mode.
Been playing a lot of the og RE4 mercenaries game mode lately, it's so fucking hard to get Leon at 5 stars, but have been having fun with HUNK's neck-breaking streaks LOL
Magic Fingers
Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff Word Count: 520 Rating/Warnings: M (Brief mentions of sex)
His fingers moved - gentle and dexterous - scratching over her scalp and untangling the knots. They were calloused from hard manual use and moved with a practiced ease, completely different from the rough tug of the brush she was used to.
It made her scalp prickle in a warm pleasant way and she felt her muscles relax in a way that was so rare and novel to her. She considered herself a hardass, but right now, she was soft like putty, leaning into the hand like a cat.
No one ever believed Natasha when she said she didn’t dye her hair. She didn’t blame them for it. It was an unusual shade - more of a blood red than ginger or honey blonde. It was an asset to her. Men loved the red hair. They wanted to touch it, to have it curled around their fingers or bunched in their fists. They wanted to know if the carpet matched the drapes. They wanted to pull it from behind and hold her in place.
They were disgusting and she hated it, but it had made her job much easier to do.
These days, she didn’t much like people touching it at all. She’d still allow it on occasion. It wasn’t as if she avoided going to the salon. But after years of strangers who seemed to think the way to gain ownership of her was to claim her hair first, she preferred if people didn’t touch it at all. Not lovers. Not stylists. Not friends wanting a girl's night where they drank red wine and braided each other’s hair while they talked about boys (not that Natasha had friends like that).
Clint though - Clint was different.
He touched her like she was precious and fragile. It was not a feeling that she was used to but it was one she could get used to. He threaded his fingers through her hair, running them over her scalp. The man hated magic and yet he had the magic touch. She wanted so much when he played with her hair like this and yet she was completely content at the same time.
Clint Barton - archer, Avenger, ass. He might just be the love of her life.
She rolled closer to him, her eyes fluttering closed and she made a sound that was way too close to a purr. Clint laughed and his nails scratched softly down the back of her neck. “What was that, Nat?” he asked. “Did you turn into a cat?”
She opened her eyes and looked up at him through narrowed eyes. “Shut up and kiss me already.”
He laughed more, but he didn’t push it. He knew enough to know how much of a joke she could take. Just like her hair, he was careful with her emotions. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
As they kissed, she reached up and pushed her hand into his hair, gently scratching her nails over his scalp. He purred and leaned into her more. It was nice to know that they shared a weakness. One more sign he was her perfect match.
Sheb Wooley ft. his magic fingers
Country Boy (1966)
Your love sends shivers down my spine