*mom voice* absolutely fucking not

Ultimates & MCU based

[brushzillas]

well now i know what i will be doing at work

[youbxryme]

*whispers* do it for laura jo

[youbxryme]

me:*checks claura fics on ao3* me:*sees a certain phlint fic with laura in the title* me: *exits the tab trying not to wake my dad with my laughing*

[brushzillas]

His smirk is barely visible, half hidden by the fact that his lips are pressing against her skin, leaving a trail of kisses until he is kneeling on the ground, one hand resting on her calf and rubbing his thumb over the fabric of her pants.

“I’ve got a few ideas”, he admits, fluttering his lashes just enough to show he’s still busy playing innocent while he leans his head against her knee. “But who knows…maybe this is a bad idea. We’re partners, after all, maybe we shouldn’t…” He is totally grinning as he turns his head to kiss her knee, bite into the fabric just enough so she can feel a tug while his eyes never break away from her face.

[youbxryme]

She bites her lip against a pleased smile as his kisses continue, but a frustrated huff ends it when he has to, of course, play her favorite card. Hypocrisy be damned though, as she leans forward until they’re once again face to face. “But I’m you favorite bad idea,” she reminds him before stretching to purr in his ear. 

“And I think you’ve figured out you’re mine. Even when you’re a fucking tease.” And if maybe those words are a little too true, well, now her lips are back against his before she can think too much about it, kissing him maybe a little too hard as one of her hands drags his further up her thigh.

[youbxryme]

okay i’m going to maybe try and get this blog back up and running ??? idk how well that’s going to work with my usual laptop acting up and my whole current mental state but i really miss my daughter so here goes !!!

will probs post a really old promo later and maybe even a starter call ???

[brushzillas]

“I’m heartbroken. And here I thought you came to see the famous Hawkeye for yourself - dangerous, talented, good with the ladies…” He smirks even as the water burns agains his wounds, though he is surprised by how naive she seems. Maybe she doesn’t know him, after all. That’s almost insulting.

Propping himself up against the bar, one arm resting against it with practiced ease, he shakes his head until the fabric against his cheek reminds him to stay still. “They will do that anyway, won’t they? I mean, what else am I here for, to make this cell more inviting? Whether I die through hanging or thanks to someone trying to get me there - what’s the difference?”

[youbxryme]

A small smile catches on her lips, and Laura has to bite back a laugh. “Talented I might give you, but it’s hard to see dangerous with your face such a mess.” Of course, by now it’s only half a mess, but the bruising isn’t really something she can clean up. In fact, she’s almost offended that beneath it all his smirk makes her cheeks feel a little hot. “And in my experience boys who say that they’re good with the ladies never are.”

Oh gosh, the smile drops, and she feels a little sick. “Don’t say that. My father wouldn’t have sent me in to patch you up if they were going to hang you.” He can’t be much older than her, can he? And he doesn’t seem too bad, although she’s not naive enough to assume that so easily. “I’ve never heard of the ‘famous’ Hawkeye doing anything worth hanging anyway.”

[brushzillas]

It’s not been Clint’s best day, overall. It’s not been his worst either, thought it might rank somewhere in the top ten - mostly, he just really could imagine better than sitting in a cell with his face hurting. Granted, that one’s on him, mostly, but that doesn’t mean he likes it.

When he hears the door Clint cracks open one eye, and his split lip shifts into a small smile. His day just got a whole lot prettier at last. He eyes the apron, then her gesture, hesitating for a moment simply out of pride before he moves over until his shoulder is leaning against the iron bars. “But then I wouldn’t have gotten such nice company.”

Winking is hard when your face is swollen and the movement actually hurts. Clint does it anyway. “Maybe next time.”

[youbxryme]

For a moment Laura searches his gaze before biting her lip and cautiously slipping her hand between the bars to dab her apron against his cheek. This close she’s actually surprised how young he is. “You’ll only have my company until I’m sure you don’t need stitches, and if there’s a next time you won’t even get that.”

The wrinkle between her brows softens, and if he hadn’t been behind bars she might have shook her head with a small smile. “Do you have something against giving in?” she asks, removing the cloth to find it stained red. Shifting back to wet another spot of her apron, she can’t keep her mouth shut. “They might have killed you, you know that?”

[youbxryme]

Slipping through the door separating the sheriff's office from the cells, Laura can’t keep from almost immediately wincing as soon as she spots the bandit behind the bars. The dried blood on his face makes it impossible to tell exactly where it all comes from, and she can already see a few bruises forming. When her father told her “Hawkeye” came in fighting he certainly hadn’t been exaggerating. 

Collecting her father for an early dinner hadn’t quite ended the way she expected when he insisted that she check on the outlaw his men had dragged in, and her brother Levi had made her used to looking after fighters. Wetting the edge of her apron from the pitcher of water her father had handed her before sending her in, Laura shoots him a wary look before approaching and gesturing him forward.

“You know, it wouldn’t have killed you to give yourself up. Would have saved your face and my favorite apron if you had.”

[brushzillas]

Oh god, this is worse than he imagined, and he can’t help to think that this is his fault. That she used to be more serious before he told her to take things lighter. Enjoy life. And she did and now here he is, ruining it all. “Well, you are an incredibly cute Midwestern girl who has stolen my heart”, he says, weakly, because there is no denying that, but he also doesn’t want to encourage her.

Instead he takes a step back, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. “No, I… I didn’t lie to you about who I work for, Laura, but I…this whole undercover spy thing? That is not the only nature of my job. And it’s not what they hired me for. I do it now, yeah, but the main reason they took me in was because I’m…because I’m a great shot.”

[youbxryme]

The smile dies slowly on her face, and she’s stumbling to catch up, realizing a little too late that he’s actually being serious. An embarrassed flush touches her cheeks, and Laura hates how stupid she must have sounded, how immature. Straightening her posture as a familiar defense mechanism, she can just sense that something’s ending.

“But, you’ve told me that already. Archery champ, right? And--- and I’m so proud of you for that. I know you put so much work...” She trails off with a thick swallow when it dawns on her that that’s not what he’s talking about. Immediately she doesn’t want to know what he’s talking about. Laura’s no longer afraid that something’s ending, but she doesn’t know what she’s scared of anymore. His job? The truth? Him?

"Clint?” she asks with her voice just barely shaking and her eyes begging him not to say what she thinks he means. Please let her be overreacting.

[brushzillas]

“It would be, without a question. But I still like you distracting me.” It’s not like he has made any progress, but these days things are also pretty quiet and he’s keeping other monsters away from town, so the town’s people don’t seem too upset about him not having the witch yet - if she exists. As long as they pay him for his stay, he doesn’t mind them keeping him around. “So, as long as you don’t have anything better to do?”

[youbxryme]

This time there’s almost a blush that tinges her cheeks, and she honestly can’t figure out why. Yes, he’s handsome, but she’s beautiful, too, dangerously so, and it isn’t as if he’s the first man to look at her like he does (like she thinks he does? just another thing about him she can’t be sure about). “There’s a meadow not too far up ahead. I could show you some of the healing herbs there, if you’d like? And there’ll be plenty of butterflies for Lucky to chase.”

[brushzillas]

“Is it? Well, maybe you can hold me up to it.” He grins, pulling another chair close to sit down. “I’m so sorry, mylady. I won’t mock you any more, I promise.” He leans forward a little, his eyes promising the exact opposite. “Maybe you need to compliment me some more, so I get used to it.”

His eyes dart over her face before he leans back again. “Are you hungry? I’m sure I can get something for dinner together.”

[youbxryme]

“Oh, but you’re such a gentleman. I could never ask you to do something so...” She trails off, averting her gaze to the fire as if shy. Still, peeking back at him through her lashes, she doesn’t miss the glint in his eyes. “Oh, I take it back,” Laura gasps with a laugh. “You’re a rogue through and through.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. You’ve already done so much, Clint.” Sometimes she wonders if she’ll ever be able to repay him for all he’s done for her. “Thank you.”

[brushzillas]

“Really? Then I can be glad that you took up protecting me, can’t I?” He half winks at her. “And now that you have seen me, will you simply disappear again?”

[youbxryme]

“You are a very lucky monster hunter,” she agrees with a small chuckle. “Would you like me to stay? I imagine it will be hard to do your job with me distracting you.”

[brushzillas]

Clint shrugs, his smile almost a little bashful as he scratches Lucky behind the ears. “Well, I mean. I’m not bothered by meeting you. Are you?”

[youbxryme]

Yes, she should be very bothered by seeing him again, but... “I suppose I might worry about you wandering the woods alone with no one to protect you if I hadn’t seen you today.”

[brushzillas]

“Unlucky? That is the opposite of what I had in mind.”

[youbxryme]

For a moment she doesn’t know know what to say, all she can do is look at him curiously as she fights a blush. “Hm? What did you have in mind then?”

[brushzillas]

@youbxryme

“How come every time I visit the woods, I seem to meet you?”

[youbxryme]

“One of us must be very unlucky, I suppose.” 

[brushzillas]

Normally he would have laughed, told her that he loved her too, twirled her around maybe. Instead his entire chest just hurts. He shouldn’t have let it get that far, he shouldn’t have been selfish and let her fall in love with him. Clint turns his head, kisses her shoulder, but he simply hums in response (all in him says yes, i love you too, i love you so much).

Instead he steps back, his hold turning into a fleeting touch of his hands against her hips and he feels like even that is too much. “We need to talk”, he says and flinches at the sound of it - he has heard it too often himself and absolutely hates it. “About…about my job I mean. There are…I haven’t been totally honest with you, Laura.”

[youbxryme]

She laughs lightly at him, guessing incorrectly that he’s trying his shy, bashful act again, and even those four foreboding words aren’t enough to scare her off. God, he’s such a dork, not that she really minds. He’s a cute dork, and she almost tells hims so when she presses a finger to the corner of his mouth, pulling it up to force him to smile.

Tilting her head so that her up at him is even more ridiculous, an amused grin splits her face. “So serious,” Laura comments, goading him back into a good mood. “Let me guess. You’re not really James Bond? Oh my gosh, maybe you’re a double agent, and I’m the incredibly cute Midwestern girl who’s stolen your heart! Do we have to go on the run from the ‘commies’ now? This is so exciting!”

[brushzillas]

He nuzzles into her hands when he can, closes his eyes at her touch. It’s easy to pretend that there is more to it than simple pleasure (and he likes pretending, it doesn’t hurt anyone after all). His lips curl into a smile as he watches her, teasing although he very obviously likes what he sees.

“Are you sure you won’t get colder like this?” Clint kisses her shoulder, hiding his eyes in the shadow of his lashes as if to feign innocence, but it’s bad acting, especially considered that his mouth is still wandering along her arm and then moves to plant kisses onto her stomach, much softer than he intended to.

[youbxryme]

She almost laughs at his act, as if she of all people would fall for any “innocence” on Clint’s part, but before she can a soft “oh” escapes her lips when his lips meet the skin of her stomach. She can’t help close her eyes to appreciate the feeling even as her face flushes. 

So often when her self-control slips like this, when they--- well, there’s hardly time for anything tender in their actions, and she already knows she can’t let herself get used to this. It’s too nice. For now, though, her fingers ghost up his arms while she finds her voice again. “I think you’ll be able to keep me warm enough.”

[brushzillas]

The past few months had been true happiness, if Clint had ever known any. Being with Laura was…well, it reminded him what it felt like to be loved. And it had been a long time since he had felt this way last time.

But the last few days had become harder and harder for him. Laura was…she was so happy, and whenever he looked at her he felt like the guilt was about to eat him up, because he knew that he could never offer her what she deserved. A normal, secure life. Someone who was able to love her constantly. Someone who didn’t have to go off every now and then and act like she didn’t exist in order to get his job done.

Someone with blood on their hands.

Laura didn’t love him, she loved a man carefully covered up by half-truths and shadows and she deserved better. And he was a coward for staying silent so long, he knew it - he maybe was about to throw away the best thing that had ever happened to him. But he had to tell her, even though it felt like his heart was tearing as he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled close.

[youbxryme]

It’s been so long since she’s laughed this much or smiled this much or just been this happy. Being with Clint is like... it makes her feel young, almost, which sounds silly. She is young, but Clint makes her remember the person she was before bad boyfriends and nasty break ups had made her doubt herself. 

Laura never would have picked him for herself, never would have looked at him and thought “this is the man I could spend the rest of my life with”. He wasn’t straight-laced enough, wasn’t yuppie enough, was too handsome really, but with him she was the best version of herself.

Just thinking about him, even when he was close enough to touch, even when his arms were literally around her waist and he pulled her close, it was like she couldn’t get enough. She didn’t think she’d ever loved someone this much, and to know that he loved her that much, too? It was as close to perfect as she thought possible. Cuddling up to him and pressing her face into the crook of his neck, “I love you,” she murmurs so easily.