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ooc;; i’m alive, i promise. moved around, dodged covid, got my life together, doing pretty good.

lost the email to my sideblog (this is why we write stuff down, folx), but new oc multimuse blog over here folx

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Oops

Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel.

"Ah, shit, Bobbi!" Clint tried to pull the towel up around his waist, barely catching it before it fell to the ground. "Jesus, you scared me, don't do that." Once his towel was secured, he reached over and put his hearing aids in before looking to his partner. "What'd you need? Help with training your recruits? 'cause I just wrapped up with mine."

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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀʙʏ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ!

      PREGNANCY -

❝ We’re going to be parents! ❞ ❝ Did you feel him/her/them kick!? ❞ ❝ Do you want to feel the baby? ❞ ❝ I’m pregnant…and it’s yours. ❞ ❝ Do you think I’ll make a good mother/father? ❞ ❝ What are you hoping for? ❞ ❝ I feel so nauseous today… ❞ ❝ What should we name him/her/them? ❞ ❝ How many diapers do you think we’ll need? ❞ ❝ You’re crying over a puppy? ❞ ❝ Is just strawberry okay? They didn’t have strawberries and cream. ❞ ❝ I’ve read this book four times I’m basically an expert by now. ❞ ❝ Boy or girl? ❞ ❝ Wait, do we have everything on this list I found? ❞ ❝ Can you put the crib together? I’m so tired. ❞ ❝ This kid can come out anytime it’s ready. ❞       ❝ You’re glowing. ❞ ❝ How far along are you? ❞ ❝ Please don’t freak out…but I’m pregnant. I SAID DON’T FREAK OUT. ❞ ❝ Hospital. Now! ❞ ❝ I think that was a contraction… ❞ ❝ The due date’s not until next week! ❞

     NEW BABY -

❝ S/He’s your kid before five in the morning. ❞ ❝ We need to go on a diaper run again. ❞ ❝ We’re out of formula–where’s the other can!? ❞ ❝ Ugh, s/he spit up on my good shirt! ❞ ❝ S/he won’t stop crying, I don’t know what to do. ❞         ❝ Please take him/her, I’m going to go crazy with the screaming. ❞ ❝ Is it even possible for a baby to scream so much!? ❞ ❝ Should they be breathing like that? ❞ ❝ I need to go check on the baby. ❞     ❝ If you never put him/her down you’ll spoil him/her. ❞ ❝ Daddy/Mommy’s little girl/boy! ❞ ❝ Good morning, little spawn of Satan! ❞ ❝ Shhh, they’re finally asleep.  ❞     ❝ Dammit, I just got them to sleep! ❞ ❝ Be careful, s/he’s a hair puller…. ❞ ❝ Where’s the pacifier!? ❞ ❝ I can’t find his/her blanket, please help me. ❞     ❝ I’ve been up since four this morning, it’s your turn. ❞ ❝ I found you and the baby sleeping in the recliner at six am and it was so precious. ❞ ❝ Stroller, diaper bag, playpen, blanket, bottles, what else do we need before we go to your parents? ❞ ❝ A babysitter!? Are you insane!? ❞     ❝ You’re going to spoil them. ❞     ❝ We can’t go out with the baby, that’s just asking for trouble. ❞ ❝ Baby’s awake… ❞ ❝ S/he’s so precious…. ❞ ❝ This is our son/daughter…. ❞ ❝ We make damn beautiful babies. ❞ ❝ Look at his/her little feet… ❞ ❝ S/he has your eyes. ❞ ❝ Do not dress him/her in that! ❞     ❝ Be careful with him/her! ❞ ❝ Did you remember to pack his/her toy? ❞ ❝ His/her first tooth came in today. Already bit me.❞ ❝ Did you hear that? That was a cough.❞           

        CHILDREN -

❝ The kids won’t stop fighting. ❞ ❝ We should have another. ❞ ❝ Stop giving them dessert before dinner! ❞ ❝ You’re going to spoil them rotten… ❞ ❝ You need to learn not to fall for the puppy dog eyes.  ❞ ❝ I just love them so much!? ❞     ❝ How are we going to break the news to them that they’re getting a brother/sister? ❞ ❝ Their screaming woke the baby… ❞     ❝ I’m a horrible mother/father… ❞ ❝ How can you make the baby hush and I can’t? ❞ ❝ Was that a word!? ❞ ❝ His/her first word better not be a damn cuss word! ❞     ❝ You look exhausted. ❞ ❝ First steps! First steps! ❞ ❝ Watch, s/he can roll over now! ❞ ❝ I don’t want anyone else watching our baby/children. ❞     ❝ They totally wanted to build the pillow fort, not me. ❞ ❝ Can you manage dropping them off? ❞ ❝ Damn terrible twos, right? ❞ ❝ How did they outgrow their clothes so fast!? ❞    ❝ I think we make damn good parents. ❞ ❝ Why are both you and the baby crying? ❞ ❝ Here, I’ll watch him/her, you go relax. ❞ ❝ I haven’t been able to put her/him down all morning/day/night. ❞     ❝ S/he doesn’t want me, s/he wants you! ❞ ❝ S/he just ran into the coffee table, don’t worry. ❞ ❝ Stop fighting with me in front of the kid/s! ❞ ❝ We shouldn’t have dressed the twins in matching outfits… ❞     ❝ Can I hold him/her? ❞ ❝ S/he has separation anxiety because you never put them down! ❞ ❝ My mother always hoped my kids would end up like me…I’m so sorry. ❞ ❝ I wouldn’t let them do ____, so they started crying. ❞   ❝ Oh, s/he’s just a little angel! ❞ ❝ Hello, little one! ❞ ❝ I can babysit if you’d like. ❞ ❝ Guess who broke your favorite ____. ❞   ❝ Finally got him/her/them to sleep. ❞ ❝ It’s your turn to put him/her/them to bed. ❞ ❝ I hate bath time. ❞ ❝ Can you help me with the kids for five goddamn minutes!? ❞   ❝ I think ____ is jealous of the baby. ❞ ❝ ___ just hit ___, can you do something!? ❞ ❝ Is locking kids in the basement against the law!? ❞ ❝ They’re cute when they’re quiet. ❞ ❝ Maybe taking them to the park will let out all their energy. ❞ ❝ _____ colored on the walls today… ❞ ❝ Look at the mess they made again… ❞                            

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‘what keeps you up at night?’

Clint took a second. And then took a breath as he stared out over the city skyline. It was beautiful out here at night, sitting on the rooftop with his best friend and a beer.

"Never being enough." He took a drink. And then another breath. "I'm good at what I do. Hell, I'm fuckin' great at what I do. But at the end of the day, it's just a bow and arrow, y'kno? I can stop a robbery. I can save people from burning buildings. But I'm still a guy who won't really matter when the world is truly ending. Not unless I've got like the Death Star codes with a USB arrow that I shoot through the tiniest keyhole in the universe."

And Clint looked at Kara for a long moment and then back to the city. "I know I'm a perfect shot, but a perfect shot can't stop an alien invasion or shit like that. That's what you're good for." And upon realizing how that sounded, he adjusted quickly with a blush and a rushed, "And like, y'kno, always being there for me and stuff too, I mean."

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☽ Our muses having no choice but to share a bed.

(Any verse)

"I thought you were getting your own room," Clint said with a huff as he dropped his suitcase on the floor of the hotel room. "When we talked, I said I'd get my room."

It had only been a week since they'd split, so the idea of even seeing each other at this wedding was about as bad as a bullet in Clint's fucking brain, but now there was only one room with only one bed. Miscommunication was one of the reasons they'd split, and yeah, this was probably Clint's fault, but also: Nat and Steve hadn't gotten a big enough block of hotel rooms for a sudden breakup.

With another huff, Clint added, "I'll just have them bring up a cot or something, I don't know. Just... you take the bed, Amelia." Mia. It almost rolled off his tongue like a natural thing. But it wasn't. And he had to bite it back with a horrible gut feeling that he may never call her that again.

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

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Send “Oops” for your muse to catch mine in just a towel.

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SEND A SYMBOL FOR…

Our muses to be caught in one of these situational tropes! (These work well for ships, but could be used for all kinds of characters.

❄ Our muses huddle together to stay warm. ☽ Our muses having no choice but to share a bed. ✚ My muse carries yours due to an injury. ☂ Our muses get caught in the rain together. ☃ My muse gives yours their jacket in the cold. ♡ Our muses almost kiss, but are interrupted. ☹ My muse is jealous over someone else showing interest in yours. ✦ My muse bandages yours due to an injury. ✗ My muse confesses their love to yours as they die in their arms. ✓ Our muses share a hug after being separated for a long time. △ My muse shows up outside your muse’s door after being presumed dead. ❖ My muse accidentally falls asleep against yours. ⁕ Our muses hold hands for the first time. ⎔ Our muses say goodbye to each other for the last time. ⚑ Our muses are mistaken to be a couple by someone else. ♧ Our muses see each other in formal wear for the first time. ⚠ My muse sacrifices themselves for yours. ⎈ My character pins yours to the ground while fighting/sparring.

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ooc;; alive

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He suckled and nibbled at her neck, leaving marks that would last for days, dark bruises already forming as his kisses moved to her shoulder instead, now gentle. Gentle because his hand was navigated down to her clit, and as wet as Bobbi was? It was easy to start the slow massage of her clit.

However, Clint’s hips stopped, the tip of his cock just barely touching her entrance. “Not yet, sweetheart,” he whispered, breath hot on her skin. “You can’t come yet.” His fingers danced along her most sensitive spot. “Not unless you’re ready to beg for it.”

“Do you like it when I touch myself here?”

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He could see the way the light caught at just the corner of her eyes, and everything inside him melted like chocolate left in a hot car. Guilt. Pain. A certain kind of loss that was indescribable.

“It hurts to- to lose your best friend, especially when it’s behind, like, a wall of paperwork.” He tried a smile that only faltered shakily after a moment. “There’s half of my world that just feels like it was apocalyptically fucking shattered, and it’s you.” Clint tilted his head to watch her, feeling like she was right there with him, even if she was miles and miles and miles away. “It was easier when... when I was angry and when we were yelling. Now it’s- it’s just quiet?”

Like when the dust settles after the nuke’s dropped. Knowing the world is over even though it’s not over yet.

[text] The truth is I’m not over you.

Bobbi’s breath caught in her threat as she read the words, her mind whirling. She checked the time first and seeing that it was early in the day, with slightly shaky hands (and she’d never admit it to anyone), she typed out a reply. [text] What?

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So she did know him. Fuck. And the fact that she knew his name meant that it... it was probably more than a quick meet and greet in a bar.

“Well, you’re not nobody. Everybody’s somebody.” He sat down a chair away, making sure she had space in case she wanted it. Clint took a breath and said, faster than usual, “Listen, I’m not a great person, and I’m, uh, tryin’ to own up to that more lately. So I’m sorry if- if I ghosted you or whatever stupid shit I did. I do remember, um, seeing you naked, so I know at least we were involved somehow.”

He sighed and looked between her face and her belly for a moment, barely able to see her through his black and blue eye. “If I can, I’d like to make it up to you. Even if it’s just being able to sit here and, y’kno, be here for you.”

Send “ ♛ reverse” for my muse finding yours pregnant and in labor. [maybe a new AU, where Clint is a drifter or they did break-up?]

The woman on the other side of the hospital lobby looked familiar, but Clint couldn’t put a name to her. She looked heavily pregnant and nervous beyond all hell. Maybe even in labor? It didn’t look like anyone was with her, and that didn’t make any sense. She was beautiful. Why would she ever be alone?

Clint was waiting to get looked at after getting caught up in another bar brawl. Half his face was practically purple, and his nose was definitely broken. That much was clear.

As he looked at her again through a mostly swollen eye, he thought he knew why he recognized her. He’d been on top of her for a night. And under her. Most certainly in her. But her name had been lost to time itself.

Against his better judgment, Clint hauled his sore, aching ass out of the chair and made his way over to her. God, this would be awkward if she recognized him. “I’d ask if you need help,” he said slowly, “but I think that answer’s pretty clear if you’re here. But, uh, need some company?”

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Clint nodded enthusiastically, even with a mouthful of pancake and egg. His eyes were bright and wide as he did manage to swallow half the food and say, “Yes! Yes, absolutely, you were perfect, I’d do it again right now if I could,” he said, bits of food being sprayed every few words.

He took a second and wiped his face with a blanket and said, a little more composed, “Beth, for that kind of sex, for any kind of sex with you, really, I’d worship you forever, okay? Please don’t ever second guess yourself like that, you’re fun to be around and very, very fun to fuck, okay?” Yeah, it probably didn’t sound great out loud, but he knew he had to find a way to say how much he appreciated her without... without saying any of what he was really feeling. That he felt anything, really.

"What is Going On Here?"

Clint immediately felt awkward in her apartment, very quickly coming to the realization that this was not his apartment and sleeping naked on the couch was not acceptable if he wasn’t in his own place. “Sorry,” he mumbled, still buzzed. “Wrong place, apparently.” He stood up and started to pull his pants on. “I think I live the next floor up and just… stairs are hard when you’re not sober, y’kno?” Beth let the baseball bat she held lower. Now that she looked at him, she recognized her neighbor. “Yeah, you live right above me. How did you get inside?” She very clearly remembered locking her door as always. “You’re drunk and you managed to get inside?” @but-boomerang-arrows

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Clint headed back towards the bedroom for a moment before pausing and turning back around in the kitchen doorway. He rapped his knuckles on the doorframe in thought for a moment before saying, “Harl, maybe you should get checked out. You’ve been... y’kno, you’ve been workin’ hard and were hurt when...” He didn’t want to bring it up more than he had to.

“Listen if you can just maybe schedule somethin’ a local clinic or whatever and just make sure everything’s alright, it’d make me feel better.” He forced just a little smile, hoping to encourage Harley.

Apartment Romance

Harley Morrisian, age 30. When his husband, Jack, was killed in a sudden car crash, he left Harley with their two year old son, Jesse. Harley loved the boy, and privided everything for him, but without Jack’s income, he had to move them into a new apartment building in a new city. He’d applied for and gotten two jobs, one working at Burger King and one working at a gas station, both jobs giving him very little time at home. He could barely afford rent, and he mostly fed Jesse leftovers from Burger King, not eating much himself, providing everything for his son. He had no idea how to be a parent, but he was doing his best. Which was why he was holding a sniffling Jesse in his arms as he knocked on yet another neighbor’s door. He was dressed in his Burger King uniform, almost about to be late, praying the neighbor opened the door.

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Clint's whole body shuddered from the image she created in his mind, and his cock twitched eagerly in his hand, already on the edge of something more than he was ready for. But without hesitation, with a promise of what was coming, and a promise of coming, Clint pushed inside of Sylvia's ass. A long, loud moan was dragged from his lips.

"Anything sounds good so long as I get to fuck you, baby girl," he murmured, starting a slow pace, knowing she had eggs in her pussy, knowing she had his baby in her womb, and knowing even more that he could still treat her like an absolute fuck doll because she was ready for him.

He dug his nails into her hips and started to thrust and find the crevices that would make her squirm and scream. He wanted to make her whine and moan, finding nothing more powerful than bringing the most important woman in his life to a sweet, sweet orgasm...

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SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

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ooc;; note: i think i’m gonna kill most of my threads rn, tbh. there’ll be a few i want to keep, but some i’m just responding to because they’re the ones i have going. if you wanna salvage threads we have (or even just time jump some of them), hmu