#6’4 golden retriever

[devil-takethe-hindmost]

stolle girlies come get yall dinner

[babysoftboyking]

dean looking small and little next to sam like aww whose chihuahua is that he’s barking

[bruciemilf]

Thinking about an AU where Clark landed on earth as an adult instead of a baby. Literally nothing changes except for Bruce having to hide this 6’4, 200 pound golden retriever who shoots lasers out of his eyes in his mansion.

Clark is VERY clingy and these soft whispers in his language send tremors down Bruce’s spine.

And, really, the moon rocks Clark keeps bringing are very beautiful, but it’s getting harder to explain where they come from.

[chxrryhansen]

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐔

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍

Summary; A series of tales staring your favourite Cevans babes, Location: Cherry Bomb.

this ‘meet the men’ idea was inspired by @lilacevans and her Pete’s Palace Au so please go give her lots of love and kisses!!

𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

• The Owner • 6’5 • Calculated, always a dark meaning behind his smile. • Owns 70% of clubs in the city alongside Lloyd, his younger brother. • Thinks it’s his world and everybody else is just living in it, probably because it is. • Big daddy vibes, loves taking care of Baby and providing for her like paying for her food and buying her new clothes. • Favourite kinks: Corruption kink, Daddy kink, Overstimulation.

𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍

• The Brother • 6’4 • Always the one people choose to get the job done when they don’t want to get their hands dirty due to his sadistic and weird torture methods. • Secretly jealous of his brother, does anything to get under Ari’s skin, including flirting with his girl- before he meets Sugar of course… • Finds ‘love’ in his rivals sister, Sugar. •Loves that she doesn’t take shit from him but always reminds her of her place, which is of course at his feet. • Favourite kinks: Sadism, Puppy play, Dacryphilia… and a Piss kink.👀

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

• The Bartender • 6’3 • Doesn’t fit in with the other men, he’s the sweetest out of the bunch. • Golden retriever energy, always a smile on his face- a genuine one, unlike Ari’s. • Falls for a girl he never thought he would, Honey, a dominatrix who brings out his submissive side like its nobody’s business, of course the men tease him about it. • Favourite kinks: Mommy kink, Choking, Anal play.

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒

• The Partner • 6’4 • Ari’s right hand man, his best friend, known each other since they were kids, sticks by his side no matter what. • Almost on par with Lloyd, loves getting into the nitty gritty. • Notices Peach eating at a restaurant- which he owns, decides from that moment that she belongs to him. • Favourite kinks: Stalking, Begging, Knife play.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓

• The Bouncer • 6’5, the only one who matches Ari’s stature. • The quiet one, only speaks when necessary. • Likes being alone and playing loud music to keep the thoughts in his head quiet. • Mentally unstable, prefers to use his fists rather than talk. • Spots sweets in the forest for the first time, flower picking, they always did say to little red riding not to enter the woods or the big bad wolf might catch her. 👀 • Favourite kinks: Chase kink, Non-Con, Size kink.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑

• The Rival • 6’3 • Drug lord, all the coke in the city comes from him. • Despises Ari and Lloyd due to family rivalry, dating way back to their parents, parents. •Meets Mamas, a single mother to a sweet little boy who takes an absurd liking to him. • Has Rio from good girls vibes for sure. • Favourite kinks: Praise kink, Breeding kink, Impact play.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄

• The Attendee • 6’2 • Cocky bastard, thinks he can get his own way all of the time. • Doesn’t really get involved in club business but is friendly with all of the men, is a customer of Nick’s. • Frequents ‘Cherry Bomb’, where one day he meets a stripper named Angel, a girl too precious for this world. • Buys her anything she wants, loves spoiling her. • Favourite kinks: Voyeurism, Thigh riding, Somnophilia.

[writerblue275]

Heartsteel Ranking: “Scary boyfriend privilege”

(AKA how intimidating they are to people who don’t know them.)

Inspiration: I’ll be honest this is a bit of a random ranking but I thought it would be fun to do and it was!

Champions: Heartsteel

Genre: Ranking

Type: Fluff? This is meant in a funny way.

Tw: Small mention of alcohol (drink responsibly y’all), and swearing (because I do, in fact, have the mouth of a damn sailor.)

List goes least intimidating to most intimidating.

LEAST

Ezreal (One of these days I will do a ranking that doesn’t put him at the bottom! I swear it’s not intentional! 😂)

Let’s be honest no one is shocked he’s here, right? Where else was Ez going to go on this list?? This isn’t a bad thing though! He just gives off such golden retriever energy and it’s amazing and I love him. I want to be at least best friends with HS Ezreal.

Despite the usual happy golden retriever energy, he’s definitely not afraid to tell people off/protect you though. (I feel like he secretly has quite a temper. He’s a Sagittarius after all [love my fellow 🔥 signs WOOT WOOT]. Usually he’s very good about keeping it under control…but if someone [besides you, he absolutely adores you] pushes him too far [ex: by making you uncomfortable]…just see what happens.)

Aphelios

You absolutely have scary boyfriend privilege with Aphelios, but I just can’t rank him higher than any of the other members below. He definitely has that “brooding silent type” down pat, and when he’s wearing his mask, that’s doubled. That air of mystery, baby, he’s got that in SPADES.

We also know he’s tall. Like not Sett, K’Sante, or Yone tall, but he’s got some height on him (unconfirmed 6’). Physically, he’s definitely more intimidating than Ez. Like imagine Phel silently staring daggers at someone. Lmao I’d hate to be whoever pissed him off.

K’Sante

Most of this comes from his height (unconfirmed 6’4”) and the fact he’s one of the gym bros. Like general vibe/personality-wise, I think Phel could be more-intimidating than K’Sante (or even Sett), but have you seen how just MASSIVE K’Sante is? HE CAN CANONICALLY BENCH SETT. Like 😮😮😮

Not to mention I feel like he’d always stick close to you in public, so no one would even dream of trying to do anything to you. (Unless they’re a whole dumbass.) K’Sante genuinely gives me very kind vibes, but he definitely protects those he loves very fiercely.

Sett

Sett is (unconfirmed) 6’7” (at least confirmed the tallest in the group), and JACKED AS HELL. Not to mention “allergic” to sleeves so those arms are out most of the time lmao. Only a fucking moron (or someone who is incredibly drunk) would look at Settrigh and go “oh yeah I am absolutely going to mess with this guy.” RIP that idiot.

He also doesn’t fuck around about the safety of the people he loves. Sett genuinely seems like the sweetest guy (I love this giant, ripped, sewing himbo so fucking much oh my fucking god) but he can/will be intentionally intimidating if it’s necessary to keep you or Ma safe (the two most important figures in his life 🥺). Will walk you home/keep you close to him in crowded situations. He always wants you to feel safe when you’re with him (you absolutely do like how could you not?).

Kayn

So this is based on both appearance and reputation. Obviously Kayn has quite the reputation from his last band (as well as being kicked out of it.) Appearance-wise, he’s not super tall, but he’s tall enough. Not to mention the piercings, tattoos, the fact he’s also in excellent shape (I mean we all saw those abs 😏), has vibrant dyed hair, a very bright red eye, and he is a total metal head. He can also, um, travel through WALLS. (Small detail lol.)

DO I EVEN HAVE TO MENTION RHAAST (even as his stage alter ego)???? Kayn can be pretty impulsive and sometimes acts first, thinks later. (He’s currently working on that with Yone, it’s fine.) Someone would be a damn fool to fuck with him or you. He just gives me very loyal guard dog vibes. (I mean he did wear the damn leash in the mv so….😝)

Yone

There is no one (let me repeat: NO ONE) I’d want to fuck with less than Yone. This man has quintessential resting bitch face (RBF), is like 6’ 2-3” (unconfirmed), in very good shaped (based on the lovely titty window of his outfit. Thank you, Riot designers) and is able to (mostly) wrangle the rest of the group. Also (hella obvious but) HE’S AN INTROVERT (INFJ specifically). People are NOT his thing (fucking MOOD).

Yone is the one who gives the most similar vibes to the TikToks I’ve seen that show cosplayers at Cons with their scarier-dressed friends/partners following behind them keeping them safe. (For Yone, it’s the RBF/air of mystery that really sets the tone.) He gives me such mature gentleman vibes as well. He’s always going to walk you home especially at night, or he’ll stay by your side in a crowd and you are just going to feel really safe with him. Top-tier scary boyfriend privilege right there.

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Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Ok so the least and most intimidating were extremely obvious to me. It was everyone else in between that made things difficult. This was really fun to write though, even if the concept is a bit silly! 😂

[sugutoad]

my part of pjo demititan ocs for @nicosavior456 ‘s au!

Evangeline Bechtyl ; daughter of Phoebe and Lorcan Bechtyl who is a professor at a University. 

Appearance: With wavy hip-length golden hair and of Irish descent, Evangeline is said to be very beautiful and innocent angel-like with moonlight fair skin and startling, clear blue eyes. Her hair is often set in a half bun and half let out, almost always accompanied with her blue headband. She has curtain bangs that frame her face and her friends are always telling her to get her hair but she tells them how she can do as much as anyone else even with long hair getting in her way. She has a voluptuous figure and rosy cheeks.  

Personality: Honest, creative, intelligent, wise, overthinker, passionate, perseverance, self-aware, strong sense of Justice, always follows rules, bright but in a realist way, afraid to jump out of her comfort zones, selfless, emotional, stubborn, overachiever, perfectionist, stumbles her words often, emphatic, hesitant, doesn’t take risks, compassionate, open minded, resourceful, altruist, social butterfly

Fatal Flaw: Hesitance

Weapon: A dagger that she had infused with poison. Evangeline isn’t necessarily a good fighter in terms of brute strength but she is quick, intelligent and agile. 

Likes: Romance novels, long walks, strawberries, reading, swimming, mysteries, cooking, her parents and friends, has a tiny crush on Ryan who is much older then her (an admiration since like her, he is also a medic and helped many), stars, biking, blue, being correct and praised, jellyfish, hair bands, spicy food, cats

Dislikes: Being useless and left behind, overly sweet things, doing nothing all day, Gods, being at front lines in a battle, bad grades, insects, prejudice people, snakes, snow

Kaito Hanabusa; Son of Thetys and Kenji Hanabusa who is the brother of Isshin and a marine biologist. 

Appearance: Kaito is an incredibly handsome Japanese boy. Standing at 6’4, he  has black hair and dark blue eyes flecked with black. He has a sharp jaw. He has a tattoo of a black rose on his shoulder. He has fair skin, and if you get close enough, you can see he had little faint freckles. 

Personality: Witty, charming and playful, short temper, cunning, soft for some, determined, selfless, reckless, compassionate, sarcastic, mood changes quickly ( he can be the soft waves of the sea or a raging storm) impulsive, determined, overly proud, outspoken, strong sense of Justice, rule breaker, competitive, proud of himself a lot, street-smart, headstrong, stubborn 

Fatal Flaw: Impulsive 

Weapon: A labrys 

Likes: Basketball, swimming, late night walks, drawing, golden retrievers, roses, gardening, winning, chess, sharks, sweets, being the best, stars, his parents, his uncle and cousin, his motorcycle, beaches, music, himself, trying new things, his Evangeline <3

Dislikes: Dolphins, jerks, slow walkers, people who expect to be pitied, horror movies (claims he isn’t scared tho) tomatoes, work, Gods and a few people he knows

The faceclaims are manhwa’s character so credit to them! I don’t know the first one for Evangeline but Kaito is from Operation True Love!

[golden-haired-native]

So I’m a large, semi-intimidating 200lb 6’4” punk dude. But I took my dog out for a walk today and we pass some little kids.

The way their little eyes lit up and the shouted “CAN WE PET HIM!?” While sprinting down the street towards me, just… I can’t… it makes me so happy. These little kids not giving a shit about appearances and just loving the cute little golden retriever pupper!

[aller-geez]

Get to know: Rexar Fang

29 // he/him // Straight // Pasanta (Catalan urban legend)

Full name: Rexar Fang

Nickname: Rex

Date Of Birth: June 22nd

Big Three: Cancer 🌞 Libra 🌝 Scorpio ↗️

(under construction!!!!)

Physical Appearance —

Age: 29

Eye Color: Red centers with a grey outer ring

Hair Color: Grey with red bangs

Weight: 162 pounds

Height: 6’4

Race: Pasanta (a Catalan Urban Legend that describes them as huge terrifying canines with flames for eyes that comes into peoples homes at night and sits on their chest while they’re asleep, causing breathing problems as well as horrible nightmares)

Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: Rexar has deep red freckles, and a pale complexion. He has two bridge piercings, both cheekbones (Anti-eyebrow), as well as a piercing in the center of his bottom lip. He constantly has a thin stream of smoke coming from both nostrils that smells of burning maple wood, and it relaxes whoever smells it. Some of his relatives use this trait for malicious things, however Rexar has no interest in killing.

Personality —

Greatest Strength: His pyromancer abilities

Greatest Weakness: his love for his girlfriend, Kriia may sometimes cloud his judgement, causing him to act irrationally.

Soft Spot: Kriia

Mannerisms: Friendly, and outgoing. Golden Retriever personality. Gets along with Remington, and even has somewhat a rivalry going with him. Extremely loving and devoted boyfriend to Kriia, who is pretty much in charge in their relationship.

Miscellaneous Trivia —

Rexar’s family all masquerade as simple Pyromancers, as revealing their true species could end up in their demise. They are very well known and extremely wealthy, leaving Rexar very well off in their huge estate.

In his free time, he is a Trap Metal artist who produces his own music, using one of the guest houses on his property as a studio that he records in as well as occasionally jamming with friends. He goes to local shows and events where he sometimes will preform.

Rexar is also widely known as an experienced marijuana grower. He has converted some of the acreage in his family’s huge estate they had left for him into grow buildings and fields where he grows and cultivates medical marijuana that gets sold to clubs all over, and locally on the street by his girlfriend.

Sneeze Content —

ALLERGIES

Any smoke that isn’t produced by his body

How severe are they?

Not extremely severe but they do cause near instant fits. These can be dangerous if they are unexpected, as every time he sneezes it produces some kind of flame. Stifles only produce sparks/embers, but full bodied sneezes have almost a flamethrower effect.

Do they get sick often?

He does have a crappy immune system, although no where near Remington’s. He can even sometimes deflect Remi’s germs due to his extreme body temperature.

How bad is it usually?

Part of his must have items for whenever sick is a fire extinguisher, as fires tend to happen frequently when Rexar is sick. He tends to get seemly deathly ill for only a day or two, but his body naturally sweats it out. If he is sick and his nose is too stuffy for any smoke to exit, it will divert to his mouth, with a small fraction leaking from his eyes, making them constantly water.

Do they stifle?

If out in public or otherwise somewhere flames wouldn’t be appreciated, he’ll stifle, as to only have to worry about any embers that may fall afterward.

How loud are their sneezes?

Not very loud. He tends to naturally quiet them due to the huge flames that decimate everything in front of him.

What do they sneeze into?

His hands usually, as they are by nature, flame retardant, although sometimes an unusually large sneeze or a longer than usual fit can result in some burns.

How often do they sneeze?

Isn’t usually a frequent sneezer, as the smoke that constantly flows from his nostrils seems to almost numb his sinuses.

How many times do they sneeze in a fit?

3 is almost always guaranteed. If he stops at 2, you know there’s a 3rd coming sometime soon after.

Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?

Both. Sometimes he’ll have warning with a short buildup, other times he’s caught completely off guard with no chance to stifle them.

Do they sneeze in public?

Not if they can help it, although some are bound to slip sometimes. He will automatically try to stifle them, however.

Some examples of their sneezes?

etCHXIEW!!

heT’CHXOO!!

H'uSSHhhiew!

et’tCHOO!!

Backstory —

(coming soon..)

Reference Sheet —

[beezonia]

Some more stuff for the Frost family au!

Mainly character stuff with a bit of lore.

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Holly (Marie-Mistle) Davis - Scott’s Cousin

Holly and Scott don’t talk that much anymore but they still do keep in touch every now and again.

Their mothers were not on the best terms and that leads Holly to try bridge the gap between her and Scott whenever their together so they don’t end up like them.

She’s the younger one about 34/5 I think Scott’s like mid 40s idk

Also holly is pansexual

She’s a music teacher, and loves the kids to death and is always happy to help with any problems the teens may have

She’s selfless, really selfless and it means sometimes she forgets to take care of herself

Also a bit of a klutz

Holly is also a part time mechanic at her dads (Victor) garage, Victor taught her everything she knows about cars and machinery

A brunette always has hair hair in a short bob, hates her blue eyes because she had always wanted her mothers greyish ones

She’s about 5’6, Holly gets her height from her dad

Fun fact her parents are divorced but are on good terms with each other.

Victor remarried and Holly loves her stepmom Andrea

Toby Sinclair - Holly’s fiancé

He’s a literal golden retriever and is bisexual

So kind and charming, loves Shakespeare and is a huge theatre nerd

Can be serious when he needs to be but other then that he’s a huge goof

Can be a bit stupid sometimes (he was actually tempted to become a maths teacher)

He met Holly when he started to teach a the high school she was working at and they became fast friends and two years after started to date

6’4 blonde and has these beautiful brown eyes (holly does get extremely jealous over this)

Eldest sibling, his sisters Donna and Becky are chaos when they come visit him

Doesn’t know about Scott being Santa but does have his suspicions about it when they come to the Np

Thinks Scott is a bit awkward but they do get along quite well with each other

But Toby is happy if Holly is happy

He’s honestly just happy he gets to spend the rest of his life with this beautiful kind woman and meet her estranged cousin who happenstance be santa

Now for my elf babies

Celeste is the eldest at about 1500 years old, then Babs at 1435 the twins are both 1390 and are the youngest

Celeste is a mother hen she’s very stoic but does care about her little family and her big family of elves

5’7 and has really curly hair she’s a brunette but always has her red streaks in her hair she’s a lesbian

She bakes the best best cinnamon buns and the cookies are always delicious

Babs is always thinking of ways to improve things, although slightly impulsive and quick to jump to conclusions she means well

She’s one of the best makers, Santa said so himself at some point Babs can’t remember when it was

You can always find her with her trusty goggles and a spanner

She’s got short genes (5’3) and her hair is exactly the same it’s always messy and is like a mix between a deep purple and a dark blue

Babs is bisexual

The twins are chaos incarnate

If you lock eyes with one of them you’re their next target for pranks

Both blonde Connie’s hair is curly and Scrapps is maybe bald or just has thin hair (he had a Mohawk phase once and Bernard cried when he saw it)

Connie loves designing outfits for the little dolls

Whilst Scrapp is always tinkering with toys to get them to be more chaotic and fun

Connie is non binary and Scrapp is gay!

Their both about 5’5 and not a day goes by when they piss of babs for making short jokes

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Now for some story stuff

These four elves get assigned to watch over Jack, if they manage to make sure he stays on track and show that he has changed by Christmas their little group (Elf Protection Society) becomes an official Squad to help Christmas go smoothly.

They don’t expect Jack to fall in love with Santa’s cousin who they call mom every now and again. ALONG WITH HER FIANCÉ THEY KNEW NOTHING ABOUT.

Holly does frequently visit the np sometimes and has bonded with the elves that reside there so they call her mom every now and again

So now their spending more time with Jack, Holly and Toby the seven of them are now their own tiny family (or that’s what Babs says)

And the four elves are just watching the chaos that is Jack and Holly flirting with Toby (who’s getting more and more flustered with each pick up line)

Then they also have to make sure Jack doesn’t do anything to drastic with this new found love (and power) he has.

Whilst Scott watches the guy who nearly ruined his life flirt with the cousin he wants to protect and does not like it. Yes we are getting protective Scott in this because i said so

Jack spends more time with the four elves who are looking after him, forming a bond with them all

He realises that he has a family now and won’t admit it out loud but he likes it.

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Tags!! Let me know if you wanna be added!

@Imelodie

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

ok i feel like vampy is 6’2 demonrry is 6’0 anthrorry is 6’3 witchrry is 6’2 and alienrry is 6’4

I say vampy and demonrry are both 6’3, anthrorry is 6’1, and then I agree on witchrry and alienrry

alienrry especially bc I like the idea of him being the soft golden retriever of the group while towering over the others AKXNSNXNDN

[rhetoricalrogue]

It’s almost 4 am, so I’m thinking of my characters and their fighting styles, as one does when they’re still wide awake.

The Main DA group

Moira: taught by Highever’s finest tutors, but never had to actually put things in practice until the night her family’s home was attacked. Knows how to fight, but she has a learning curve for her to follow through with her attacks with the intent to kill vs running practice drills. Later, Zevran takes her under his wing (pun intended) and picks up where her instructors left off.

Vivian and Gavin (wonder disaster eldest twin duo): mix of quick, practiced knife fighting and using the environment to their advantage. Pretty much anything is a weapon before Gavin’s forced to throw a fireball at their enemies as a heavily ingrained survival tactic. “Take care of your brother” is also a heavily ingrained phrase, so Vivian puts herself in the line of fire to shield and/or take attention away from Gavin without even thinking.

Rolfe: scarily efficient, get the job done quick and move on just as quickly without anyone noticing tactics. The only times he’s flashy is when there’s an audience and he knows he has a role to play for certain perceptions.

Vincent: would rather talk things out, but will fight when given no other option. Normally takes a defensive stance out of habit: casts shields, arcane blasts, etc. but can wipe multiple people out with chain lightning or fire. Has learned how to summon flame in a way that it looks like he’s breathing fire purely for intimidation purposes, earning him the title of the Dragon of Ostwick.

Ravena: had some mandatory weapons training from the Chantry guards and resident templars, but when Rolfe found out that his favorite cousin needed training, he took it upon himself to provide it. The end result was a mix of sneaky, stabby knifework with some dirty fighting tactics thrown in.

Marian, the Sprouts: they fight dirty and every single one of them got their first dagger lessons from Uncle Rolfe (or dad, in Marian’s case.) Bryony and Primrose will bite without warning. Rolfe is incredibly proud of his daughter and nieces.

Alex: WHY would anyone want to fight this boy? He’s a 6’4” human version of a golden retriever who would rather buy you a drink and make friends than actually fight. He can hold his own, but really, you have to get through his sister first and Marian is scary. Takes more after his mom with sword and shield fighting. Has also, like his mama, punched a tree while suffering from seasonal allergies. (He apologized to it later.)

The Detectives

Lucas and Zoe: (if ever there were an AU where any of my detectives were siblings, it would be these two) straight up brawlers, no real finesse save for some self-defense training. Lucas has a more predictable boxing style while Zoe swings fast and hard and angrily without really having an easily telegraphed shot. Both are good for quick fights but lack the stamina and speed for anything more prolonged.

Charles and Rowena: “can we talk this out???” Both of them have little to no experience in combat and would rather find a non-violent outside the box solution if conversation was out of the question.

Astrid: as the result of having a former battle goddess/fey nanny who basically raised her in the place of an absentee mother, she’s trained since practically childhood in multiple forms of combat. (Fiona figured that running practice sword drills = tired kiddo who didn’t fight bedtimes and she was 100% right.) She was on her way to being an Olympic fencer when injuries from a major car accident shut that path down, but Fee modified some training, pulled some strings, and got her really into longsword competitions and LARP tournaments for fun. Adam still hasn’t agreed to sparring with her after finding out that his underground Fight to the (almost) Death opponent is her instructor, but she feels like she could hold her own against him. She also bites, like full jaw power, “I bit Murphy’s nose off when he had the audacity to kidnap me” bite strength. Fiona cried when she heard what her wee beastie had done, she was so proud.

The Oregon Peeps

Paxton: he’s a lover, not a fighter, but used to play baseball in college and still has a hell of a swing with a nail studded and barbed wire wrapped bat.

Rita: the sharpshooter in the relationship. Prefers the quieter crossbow instead of firearms for stealth reasons. Has used a wrench in a pinch, but doesn’t like having to get up close and personal with the freaks while on supply runs.

Elena: silenced handguns are her go-to weapon of choice when out in the shit, but she’d rather be stealthy and avoid conflict with marauders and infected alike before she has to use her sidearm.

The D&D crowd

Briel: “I’m a cleric, but…” main way of healing her friends is to beat up the bad guys before they can actually hurt her friends. Carries a big hammer she’s named Helga and goes into a rage when calm doesn’t quite work.

Molly: fluid, almost graceful moves with a cutlass. She moves like the sea she’s most at home in.

Merwin: “MY WIFE IS SUCH A BADASS” support, but also a stormy brute force to be reckoned with. Fights with a trident he stole claimed as a birthright from his family home.

Daniella: long distance archer who prefers to stay out of harm’s way and offer support to more heavy hitters. “My version of help from above is a sniper on the roof” combat method.

Lilian: can use a longsword, but you can definitely tell she’s not comfortable doing so. She traded Sunny music lessons for sword tips, but is more at home with a well-placed eldritch blast or other offensive spell (preferably at a distance, as she’s almost died three or four times already and would like to Not Do That.)

Damian: he just wants to be left alone with his books, thank you very much. Will throw a fireball if pressed, but would rather work on his illuminated manuscripts in peace.

Darien: fighter with a structured, strategic combat method that he learned from his background as a knight. Tries to keep to a code of chivalrous conduct when possible, feels extreme guilt when he can’t.

Mouse: small, quick, takes the “fuck shit up and get out of harm’s way fast” lessons the Queen of Thieves taught her to heart. Stab, stab, disengage and/or try to pick her target’s pockets before running away is her usual tactic. Has bitten and will bite again.

[mercuriiarts]

i have a Stranger Things oc now despite not wanting one originally but then i saw Eddie and decided he needed a shy 6’4 Swedish boyfriend with social anxiety who just wants to make cake and play DnD instead of fighting monsters every other week

This is a Lee fan page now and i fucking adore my golden retriever white boy

[emphyrean-paracosm]

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~Basic info~

Sex: he/they 

Nationality: Azalian (Azales) 

Hair color:  dark purple

Eye color: left is light green, right is silver

Age: 19 

Born: the 28th of styrrst in the year of the crow or the 189th year of the second celestial epoch 

Species: sylvyrium

~Secondary info~

Western Zodiac: Leo 

Chinese zodiac: rooster 

Ophyriam zodiac: occidentis tarandrus

About: Ajax has an olive complexion marked by a constellation of moles and freckles he has long dark purple-hued hair that is very curly it goes down to his butt and is usually half pulled into a ponytail. He's tall, standing at 6’2 naturally and 6’4 with his shoes on. He has a slender but muscular frame. He has scars across his torso, legs, arms, and neck, and one on his left cheek. His left eye is a pale green and his right eye is silver.

He's a very kind and silly person but he can be serious when the situation calls for it. He's a natural protector and tends to be very self-sacrificing when it comes to those he cares about. He is also very sweet and is seldom mean even when he's teasing if he thinks he has upset someone he is the first to step up to make it right. He enjoys wearing clothes that show off his physique since he works very hard to keep it up. He also loves praise and is essentially a golden retriever. he dislikes people who are mean and malicious and will immediately step in to protect people.

His love language is… anything just show this boy affection in any way and he’ll be hooked he also will show love in any way he can. Though he is partial to giving his lover romantic gestures such as picnics in the forest and dates in flower fields making flower crowns for each other he is just a huge softy.

He doesn't like dwelling on his past due to his history as a warrior which caused him a great internal conflict due to his nature as a sylvyrium.

Mood board:

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TW: Child Abuse and Addiction.

Name: Kagayaki Tekikya-Desu (輝き滴下-です) (카가야키 테키캬)

Alt Names: Kagayaki Tekikya (輝き滴下)

Special Titles: Former Wakagashira (ワカガシラ) of the Tekikya Family, Shikomi (仕込み), Jen DaBen (ジェン ダベン.), Quarterback.

Nicknames: Onee-Kaga (お姉加賀), Kaga-Kun (加賀君), Himbo, Trophy Husband, Onee-Jen (お姉ジェン), Jen-Chan (ジェンちゃん), Tough Guy (タフガイ), Normal Ass Guy (普通の尻男).

Age: 23

Pronouns: He/Him. (in English) (But he doesn’t really care what pronouns you call him.) (Goes by She/Her at some of his jobs.)

I Pronoun: Oira (俺ら) (A masculine I pronoun that’s very casual, invokes a sort of country bumpkin sort of vibe.)

Sexuality: Bisexual (Ryōtōdzukai)(両刀使い)

Gender: Genderpunk, X-Gender (Ryosei). (Xジェンダー)(遼生)

Species: Human.

Disorders: Suicide Ideation, Depression, Bipolar 2, CPTSD, Insomnia, ADHD, Schizophrenia.

Physical Conditions: Has an amputated pinky finger.

Recovering Addictions: Alcohol, Weed, Cigarettes, Cocaine, Meth, Heroin, Mushrooms, MDMA.

Religion: Buddhism

Job: 7/11 Worker, Actor, Shikomi, Onnagata, Crossdressing “Just Chatting” Streamer, Drag Queen.

Major: Acting.

Lives in: Okutama, Japan, 2024.

Languages: Japanese, Korean, English.

Height: 6’4”

Race: Asian.

Ethnicity: Japanese, Korean.

Accent: Shitimashi.

Vehicle: Black Motorcycle.

Weapons: Pistols, Brass Knuckles.

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Text Color: Black

Main Hobbies: Piano, Guitar, Acting, Hanafuda.

Favorite Drink: Cherry Slushy, Cherry Coke, Strawberry Frappuccino.

Favorite Fruit: Oranges.

Favorite Meals: Onigiri, Gimbap, Kimchi, Tea Eggs, Jjajangmyeon.

Favorite Snack: Oreos.

Favorite Dessert: Songpyeon, Mooncakes, Cookie Dough Taiyaki Icecream, Icecream Cake, Vanilla Cake.

Favorite Flower: Roses.

Scent: “SHREK FOR BOYS” Cologne.

Awareness: Aware (Effect: Neutral.)

Birthday: February 8th 2001 (Aquarius, Snake, O)

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Is immune to cyanide.

Comfort Object: His Jacket, it has an enchantment on it, so when he reaches in he can summon whatever he’d like.

Stims: Black Tangle, Black Fidget Cube.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Extras:

The Slushee Code: Depending on the flavor of slushie it can determine Kagayakis mood or emotions.

Cherry = Happy.

Orange = Stuck in his head.

Lemon = Annoyed.

Green Apple = Anger.

Blue Raspberry = Sad.

Grape = Confused.

Rainbow/Every Flavor = Not Sober.

Family: Tae Tekikya, Igarashi Tekikya (Birth Parents)

Daisuke Hashimoto, Haruka Hashimoto (Adoptive Parents)

Friends: Keh (BFF), Are, Hana, Uru, Atsu, Ryu, Otoko, Boru, Theo.

Romance: Kakikomi Tekikya-Desu (Wife)

Pets: Brutus (ブルータス)(Bull Dog), Slushy (スラッシー.) (Hamster), Buddy (バディ)(Grey Parrot.)

Brief Personality: Kagayaki is a sweetheart, he’s the epitome of a dumb blonde/golden retriever. He can make friends with basically anyone. You wouldn’t ever guess that there is allot of darkness behind that smile. He’s been through allot of trauma and is just trying his best to live a life he’s happy with now.

Brief Backstory: Kagayaki had a pretty normal childhood at first, his mother was a famous musician and his father was a successful businessman. His mother would teach him how to play the piano and other musical instruments. His mother struggled with depression her entire life and it finally caught up to her and she ended up committing suicide.

Kagayaki was devastated, and his father went down an incredibly dark path. His father fell into the wrong crowd, and began a life of crime, mostly selling drugs, The Tekikya Family quickly became one of the top 3 crime families in Okutama and Kagayaki was his fathers second in command. Kagayaki had to do.. horrible things.. he was terrified of his father.. He had a very high body count from an incredibly young age. He was an incredibly good shot.

As Kagayaki got older he started getting into drugs, very heavily, It was the only thing for him to cope with everything that happened in his life. Kagayaki basically had done every drug available to him, it didn’t matter what.

When he was 16, he was the epitome of Highschool bad boy, with his piercings and tattoos, smoking in the hall ways, he made sure that his persona was spikey so nobody could get close to him.

Except, then he met Kakikomi. Kakikomi was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life. She was, allot smarter than him, but he was determined to be her friend no matter what.

And that one action sent Kagayaki down an incredibly good path.

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Light of My Life

DESCRIPTION: CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL OWNERS. ONLY THING THAT IS MINE IS THE PLOT

Summary: Kirishima and Y/n realize their love for each other after years of yearning

Warnings: slight nudity, some cursing, tooth-rotting fluff

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Two years.

Kirishima has been in love with you… for two whole years. Ever since he met you on the first day they had started as first years in UA. When you stood up for your new friends against the angry blonde pomeranian that is Kasuki Bakugo, then for some reason apologized for it. You were just the epitome of beauty, both inside and out, and benevolence, a fiery spark in your eye that indicates the strong will and fight that you have.

And the way you handle yourself in combat during that first training exercise with All Might? Kirishima swears that the existence of Cupid must be real because he was pretty sure it must’ve been incredibly abnormal with how fast he had fallen for you. You fought like some kind of battle goddess. And with your quirk, you might as well be.

You called your quirk “Celestial Light,” meaning you manipulate sun-, moon-, and starlight to your will. He’s seen you use the sunlight as powerful beams, to which you secretly admitted to him later that you got that move from Pokemon, forge weapons out of either light, and can now weave yourself a dazzling pair of wings along with armor as your ultimate move.

And while all these features, plus with just how stunningly beautiful you are; with your soft, shiny (h/c) hair, your (e/c) eyes that seem to make the stars in the sky lose their sparkle, those plump, soft-looking lips that stretch out into that dazzling smile that proudly shows off your pearly whites. What really reeled in his attention was all the little quirks you have.

The way you twirl a lock of your hair when you’re deep in thought; the way you chew on that kissable, plump lower lip of yours and your nose scrunches in the cutest way he’s ever seen, when you’re stuck on a difficult problem or when you don’t understand said problem; the way you always pluck out the tomatoes from your salad; how you always save your dessert for last so that, according to you, the delicious taste lingers on your tongue long after you’ve eaten it, or how you’re quick to offer some of your said dessert when a friend seems upset or sad about something; or the way you lightly sway your hips while you’re cooking to a song that’s either sounding from your phone or ringing in your head, at times humming to the tune playing, and how you tend to hum to what seems to be a pleasant daydream, if the soft smile on your face is anything to go by; as well as how you always, always make hot chocolate late at night when you have problems sleeping and how utterly adorable you look as you fight to stay awake as he fondly watches from around the corner during the times he himself has gown downstairs for something to drink as you sigh so contently when you take that first sip before clumsily making your way back up to your room. Especially when you still continue to argue with Kasuki to this day on how he treats Midoriya even though he’s mellowed a bit, Kirishima can’t help but find you so utterly adorable when your 5’7” is all up in Kasuki’s 6’5” personal space. It’s like watching a cute golden retriever puppy going up against a big bad (pomeranian) wolf.

Man, he could just go on and on. And he can go on and on and on about how hopelessly in love with you he is. Which he was subconsciously doing right now with his group of friends as he watched you happily interact with your best friend Mina and the other girls, as they undoubtedly plan their “girl’s night” tonight. Kirishima gave out another sigh, which earned him a hard smack on the back of his head within the next second.

“Ow!” Kirishima’s hand shot to the spot the angry pomeranian he calls his best friend had smacked him. He turned a questioning look over at the seething blonde next to him, looking at the bulging vein that looks ready to pop on his forehead. “What the hell was that for, Bakubro?!”

“That is the fucking twelveth time you’ve fucking sighed like that in the last 20 minutes, and I swear to fuck if I have to hear another fucking comment on how ‘beautiful’ Lamp is, Imma blow your ass all the way to Timbuktu,” Bakugou angrily spat out.

Of course, the threat of getting his ass handed to him rolled off him like water on a swan’s back. In the back of his mind, Kirishima laughed at how his friend was just all bark as he knew Bakugou wouldn’t actually beat him up that bad… probably.

Kirishima blinked, “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, bro,” Denki butted in, looking slightly annoyed as well. “You’ve been going on about ‘(L/n)’s hair looks great today’, ‘(L/n) looks so cute with her nose scrunched up when she chews her food’, ‘(L/n) looks so good in her uniform today.’ Like bro, you say she looks great in her uniform everyday, which I won’t argue, she do be looking mighty fine in a school uniform,” Denki trailed off as he leaned back in his seat as he stared at the girl in question, looking suspiciously like he’s trying to get a better view of her ass.

At that realization, Kirishima glared at the pervy, knockoff pikachu and kicked his shin hard.

Denki yelped, high-pitched and whiny as he brought up his leg, tendly rubbing the spot that was kicked. “Oooww, dude! What the hell?”

“Don’t look at her like that,” Kirishima growled, eyes glaring daggers.

Denki puts his arms up in surrender, cowarding before his suddenly intimidating friend. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I won’t stare at your girl again!”

Blood quickly rushed to the red-head’s cheeks, painting them a rosy color. “Wha- She’s not my girl!”

“You wouldn’t be able to tell with the way you look at her with that lovey-dovey expression on your face and how you follow her around like a lost puppy,” Sero intervened, casually leaned back in his seat with his hands behind his head, the straw from his drink dangling from his lips.

“Yeah what he said,” Denki agreed, still tenderly rubbing his injured leg.

“That’s not-” Kirishima tripped over his words. “We’re just hanging out! I do the same thing with you guys!”

“Yeah. but if ya compare how much time you spend with us vs. (L/n), you’re practically non-existent in our group hangouts,” Sero laughed at his friend’s red face that is one shade off from blending into his hair.

“Guys, com’on. I- I just-” Kirishima was waving his hands, trying to think of something to say.

“Quite making fucking stupid-ass excuses,” Bakugou butted in. “Do you like Lamp or not?” Kirishima nodded hesitantly before glancing back over to your table as if nervous that you would hear this conversation even when you were like 4 tables away in this noisy cafeteria. “Then be a fucking man, or some shit, and fucking tell her already before I pop a goddamn blood vessel from all your fucking lovey dovey shit and whinning!”

Kirishima blinked thinking about his best friend’s words. After a moment, Kirishima gave the pomeranian his usual bright grin that could blind anyone who witness, hence why Denki and Sero simutaniously brought out sunglasses and place them high on their noses, and Bakugou’s squinting. Standing up suddenly, he declared, “You’re absolutely right! I have to man up and tell her how I feel!”

The commotion of Kirishima’s declaration turned around all the heads in the cafeteria, causing the red head’s cheeks to heat up again as he became fully aware of all the pairs of eyes on his 6’4” self. After giving a hasty apology, Kirishima plops back down, leaning on the table and covering his eyes with his big hands. Unknown to him, a pair of disheartened (e/c) orbs glanced at the embarrassed red-head with a sadden longing lingering in them.

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“You’re staring at him again,” Mina, your number one best friend, noted in a singsong voice, popping another french fry in her mouth.

“What? Staring at who?” You questioned, immediately picking at your side salad, suddenly having lost interest in eating.

“Oh com’on. I saw you looking at Kirishima again.” Mina nudged you with her elbow. “Why don’t you just tell him already?”

You looked at her in confusion. “Tell him what?”

“That you’re completely and hopelessly in love with him,” she gave off a teasing lovey-dovey sigh.

Heat rushed into your cheeks. “I-...” You stuttered, going back to jabbing at your salad. “I don’t know what your talking about.”

“Oh, please gurl,” Mina scoffed. “It’s so obvious, it’s kinda painful watching. Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“What do you mean? We talk everyday, we’re best friends just like you and me,” You defended. “Besides,” You absentmindedly twirl a lock of your hair around your finger. “I doubt he’d be into someone like me. I mean, I’m not all that special.”

“Are you kidding? You’re freaking gorgeous, how could he not love you?” Mina asked.

“I just feel like, I don’t know, maybe I’m too plain for him?”

Mina rolled her dark eyes before grabbing your shoulders, and turned you around towards the other girls sitting with them.

“Gals,” she called, turning all five heads. She slung an arm over your shoulder and pointed at you. “Smash or pass?”

They all simultaneously replied, “Smash.”

“See? You are not just a plain, ol’ girl. You’re beautiful, and you’re kind, and fun. Why wouldn’t he like you?” Mina glanced at the Kirishima, watching as Kaminari and Sero poking fun at the gentle giant. She may or may not know Kirishima’s feelings about you, having picked them up a while ago.

Your blushed increased. “I don’t know. He’s just so sweet, and determined, and I just… Sometimes I feel like he’s way out of my league,” you sighed solemnly.

Mina hummed, thinking. “Well that’s too bad then. I think you guys would make such a cute couple.”

“That’s nice of you to say,” you thanked, a bittersweet smile resting on your lips. “But you heard him just now. He already has someone he likes.” You sighed, “Looks like I’m too late.”

Mina decided then and there, she was going to be both of your wingman, determined to get her two friends together by this weekend.

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Walking down into the common room later after school, with a nice blouse and a pair of skinny jeans with a purse hanging from your shoulder, you come to see the BakuSquad hanging on the couches.

“Alright Mina, I’m ready. Let’s go,” You happily say, waiting for her on the side of the sofa she and Kirishima were lounging on.

Kirishima looked up from his phone, seeing you all dressed up causing a faint blush to rise. “You look good! Where are you going?”

His compliment on your outfit causing heat to rise in your cheeks as well. “Um, Mina and I were going to head to the mall for snacks and clothes.”

“Oooh yeah about that,” Mina started, smiling sheepishly. “I can’t go with you.”

Your face fell a bit. “What? Why?”

“Some personal business came up, But hey! Why doesn’t Kirishima here go with you?” Mina nudged the giant next to her with her elbow.

Kirishima bounced onto his feet in excitement at the thought of you two alone together. “Yeah, let’s go!”

“You don’t have to Kiri, I can go by myself-”

“Nonsense!” Mina interjected. “Kirishima was just telling me he wasn’t doing anything today. Plus you’re going to be needing both an extra pair of hands and eyes if your going to be shopping for clothes.”

You looked ay her in confusion. “I mean, I suppose. But if he doesn’t want-”

“I do!” he shouted, interrupting you into a shocked silence. Clearing his throat, he continued, “Ahem, I mean… I do. I don’t mind tagging along.”

“Alright,” You smiled, your cheeks still feeling warm and butterflies swarming your stomach at being alone with your crush. “If you’re ready, we can go now.”

“Uh,” Kirishima patted his pockets. “Give me a minute to go get my keys and wallet,” he said, before full on sprinting up the staircase towards his room.

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“Here we are,” Kirishima announced, turning off the engine to his beat-up, red pickup truck.

“Thanks for coming along with me Kiri,” you smiled at him.

“It’s no problem, really. I like spending time with you.” His smile was tender and genuine.

“That’s sweet of you. I like spending time with you too,” you said, reaching for the handle of the door.

“Nuh-uh, what do you think you’re doing?” He gently grabbed your forearm, effectively stopping you from opening the door.

You quirked an eyebrow in confusion. “Opening the door to get out??”

“Nope, not while I’m around. A lady shouldn’t have to open a door when a man is with her. I’ve told you this before,” He shakes his head in mock disappointment, not effectively hiding the upturn of the corner of his mouth. “What’s wrong with you?”

He steps out of the truck, quickly rounding the truck and reaching your door to open it. “Seriously Kiri, it’s not that big of a deal,” you said, stepping out of the truck and onto the asphalt, watching as Kirishima locked the truck before walking side by side to the giant building.

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t open the door for you,” Kirishima asked rhetorically.

You giggled at his catchphrase, or rather catchword. As you two entered the mall, you mindlessly glanced at the stores around you. “So you’re going to buy new clothes?

“Yeah, and some snacks, too, for Girl’s Night tonight.”

“Any reason for buying more clothes?”

“Um…” You started blushing again. “It’s kinda embarrassing.”

“Oh, I get it. You don’t have to share if you don’t have to,” Kirishima reassured, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Thanks,” you smiled gratefully.

You two continue on your way towards the clothing stores, when a shout suddenly sounded throughout the mall and people screamed. You both looked at each other before rushing over. There was a commotion, a young man had a kid hostage in front of the store.

“Give me my son back! Please!” A woman screamed, sounding terrified.

“Mommy!” the boy cried.

“A-Alright, listen up!” the young man stuttered, his whole body trembling as he held up his fingers to the boy’s temple in a gun position. “N-nobody try anything or else this boy is gonna get it!” Everyone stayed still as they nervously listened to his commands. “Everyone here h-hand over whatever money y-you have on you, including you register boy, or else the boy’s not going to be breathing anymore!”

“Robbery, one hostage,” you whispered to Kirishima next to you.

“And his quirk still unknown. We should be cautious about this, otherwise the kid’s gonna get hurt,” Kirishima added.

“Okay so what should we do?”

“How about I sneak up behind him while you get the kid away from him,” Kirishima suggests

“Fine with me,” you agree, going over to a potted plant as to hide your purse. “Let’s go.”

Gathering a small bit of sunlight in your palm, you directed the beam to the robber’s face, not powerful to cause permanent damage to him, but enough to temporarily blind him long enough for you to get the frightened boi away from him.

As soon as the robber yelped in surprise and closing his eyes, you sprinted forward and shoved the blinded robber away from the boy to which he fell against Kirishima who held him in a restraining hold while you jumped back with the little boy in your arms to put a bit more distance just in case. As the robber struggled again Kirishima, who didn’t even budge with all the squirming, you checked over the crying boy for any signs of injury.

Just as you were about to let the boy run over to his mother, the criminal being held by the hulking tank that is Kirishima, pressed his finger gun to Kirishima’s face and a loud bang sounded as he apparently shot at the redhead, a bullet of fire hitting him in the cheek. On instinct, Kirishima activated his quirk to protect himself, but since it was so sudden, he let of of the robber out of surprise. Once he was free, the robber aimed at the boy in front of you and fired.

Without hesitation, you threw yourself over the boy to protect him. Since you handle sunlight, you can take a bit of heat, unfortunately though… your clothes couldn’t. Next thing you knew, your blouse was catching on fire. You tried patting the fire out but obviously it wasn’t working so without thinking, you ripped off your shirt and threw it on the ground, leaving you in just your red, lacy bralette.

A thud sounded from behind you, making you turn around battle-readied, only to see Kirishima with his harden fist hanging in the air and the robber out cold on the ground. “Oh,” you said, “guess you handled that.”

Kirishima gave out a nervous chuckle, a red hue on his cheeks as he looked away. “Uh, yeah…”

A sudden shiver ran down your spine, reminding you of your current state. You let out a shriek, your cheeks now on equal footing with your crush’s red hair. You tried your best to cover yourself, your cheeks getting hotter by the second. Your embarrassment growing as well, as the stupid teenage boys your age started cat whisling at you.

Kirishima couldn’t help his red cheeks when he saw you in your bra, turning his head as to respect your privacy, but as soon as he heard the cat calls, he snapped his head towards the source; a group is rowdy guys his age looking over your general direction.

Wait… were they whistling at you?!

Glancing at you he catches how you were squirming and red in the cheeks, uncomfortable.

Nope. Not happening.

Without much thought, he took off his t-shirt he was wearing, leaving him bare, and went over to hand it to you. “Here, you can use this to cover up,” he said, the heat not entirely have left his cheeks as he trained his eyes solely on your sparkling, (e/c) eyes.

“What about you?” You asked, timidly reaching the shirt.

“No worries. Let’s just cover you up first,” he smiled reassuringly.

Smiling back gratefully, you took the offered clothing and went about putting it on. Meanwhile the group of teens were practically drooling over your figure. That is until Kirishima stepped into their view, arms across his chest with a glare starring daggers and a warning directing at them, his huge hulking frame completely blocking you from their hungry eyes. Being shirtless allowed Kirishima’s hardcore muscles to be displayed in all of their glory. It seems the red head’s goal was working, considering the group all froze up at the sight of his 6’4” muscular build, with not an ounce of fat visible. It took a moment for one of them to unfreeze and quietly urge his companions to move along before the frightening stranger decided to beat them to a pulp.

Satisfied with their scampering away with their tails between their legs, Kirishima turns back around only to be met with your figure practically drowning in his t-shirt. The heat made a complete comeback to his cheeks.You looked so adorable standing there in his clothes.

Before long, the mall’s security made their way over where they took their statements and the unconscious robber and bid the two young heroes their grattitudes before moving along to wait for the police to come and take the criminal away. Once they left, the boy and his mother walked up to you two to give their thanks as well, with the boy excitedly asking for Red Riot’s and (h/n)’s autograph which you both happily gave him, along with a picture being taken. Once the boy was satisfied and proclaiming to never washing his shirt, he and his mother left.

Kirishima turned to you. “You sure you’re okay? You’re not hurt or anything?”

You gave him a reassuring smile as you walked over to the planter in which you had hid your purse. “I’m fine. The fire didn’t burn me or anything, but I might have a bruise from where it hit me. Nothing that I can’t handle.”

“Good, good,” Kirishima nervously rubbed the back of his head.

When you secured your purse over your shoulder, you grabbed his free hand and walked in the direction of the clothing store you usually shopped at. “C’mon. The sooner we get my clothes shopping started, the sooner you can have your shirt back.” Though you didn;t really want to part with his shirt. It was completely engulfing you in his scent, something musky and manly that made you swoon.

“Aw, you don’t like seeing me shirtless?” Kirishima teased.

Hell yes, you thought to yourself. You’d have to be blind or gay to not drool over his washboard abs and bulging biceps, which you were desperately trying not to do. You didn’t want to come off as a pervert but it was hard to ignore the butterflies furiously partying around in your stomach and the intense heat coming off your cheeks.

“Yes,” you whispered, hoping to God that he didn’t hear you. He did, of course, which gave both his ego and the heat in his cheeks a nice boost. Before he could comment on it, you started, “Here we are. This is where I like to buy my clothes.”

Looking up, Kirishima saw the both of you walking towards (insert favorite clothing store).

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Mina, having been standing far enough away from you two so as not to be noticed, grinned and squealed and she happily clapped her hands and did a little happy dance. She had followed you two as to figure out how to get you and Kirishima close, but lo and behold a robber with a fire type quirk came along, albeit she hadn’t really planned for this part to happen at all, but when your shirt was set ablaze and you tore it off in a panic, she had the perfect plan.

She had walked up to the group of teens earlier all flirty and bribed them to go over and give you plently of unwanted attention for some extra cash. Though judging by their snarky appearance, she had bet it wouldn’t be too much trouble for them to start drooling all over you.

Mina did feel a bit bad, exposing you like that and making you uncomfortable, but for the sake of the personal, covert mission she assigned herself to get her two friends together, she knew it would be well worth it. Plus you had the gentle, red-headed giant with you to comfort you in your time of distress so she didn’t let it hold her back too much.

Having the group return a bit shaken from the encounter with Kirishima, one of them shakily asked the pinkette, “W-Was that good enough?”

Giving them her signature grin, Mina handed over a few yen bills as agreed upon. “Yup! Thanks for your help guys!”

Muttering a ‘no problem’, the males continued along their way, counting the money they’ve earned, undoubtedly planning on spending it on drinks or food. Mina glanced back at you two as you lead Kirishima to your favorite store, the giant red-head’s posture now screaming protectiveness over your dignity. She was well assured that her plan to give you guys he right nudge was a success, knowing that Kirishima was planning on confessing his love to you today from her little conversation with the other guys of the Bakusquad.

Satisfied with her work, the cheerful pinkette skipped her way to her favorite store as to buy the required snacks for their girl’s night that evening, confident that you wouldn’t be returning until much later that night after your date.

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Right away, as soon as you two entered the store, you stop by a rack of clothes, excitedly sifting through the hanging clothes.

“Sooo…” Kirishima started. “Is there a specific reason why you’re getting new clothes? Or are you just getting them for the hell of it?” He asked, mindlessly lifting up a blouse, examining it and then putting it back, and that’s when he looked up. Immediately, he felt a sweat drop sliding down the side of his face at all the hungry, drooling ladies in the store shamelessly staring at his bare torso.

“Um, I guess you can say a bit of both,” you responded, checking out a blouse that seems to have caught your attention. “I accidentally burned some of my blouses when using my quirk.”

“How’d you managed that?” Kirishima found what appears to be a pink sleeping shirt that said ‘Donut Worry Be Happy’ with sprinkles all over and a donut in the middle. “Hey this is cute,” Kirishima said, showing you the shirt. He was silently begging you to get it, he knew you’d be adorable in it and he was desperate to see it in person.

You looked over to see the shirt your best friend was holding up. “Oh my god!” You squealed excitedly, taking the shirt from him. “I love this! I’m so getting this. Great find, Kiri!”

Once you turned around, Kirishima silently fist pumped in victory. “Well, anyway. You know how a magnifying glass can concentrate the sunlight and you can start fires with it? Well my quirk is kinda like that. And because of that, there has been more than one occasion where I accidentally burnt my clothes, as much I hate to admit it.”

“Oh, okay I get it,” Kirishima said.

After finding a couple more outfits, you dragged your very shirtless, very hot best friend to the dressing rooms to get his opinion on the outfits you chose. As you showed off the outfits you chose, to which Kirishima said that each one looked great on you.

You guys were started getting goofier, as time went on, you two acted as if you were in a fashion show, with you strutting around in a new outfit each time striking a new pose every minute, even going as far as fixing your hair in messy styles for each one, be it a quick, braid, bun, or ponytail.

As Kirishima patiently waited for you to step out with the next shirt, you called out. “Oh my god, I think this one is my favorite so far! I think this would great with heels though. Hey Kiri?”

“Yeah?”

“You see those heels I was eyeying earlier before we came to here?”

Looking to his left where the wall was covered with shelves and shelves of shoe boxes plus the ones on display, he sees the pair you were talking about. “The white heels, right?” He asked, already walking over to them.

“Yeah, can you see if they have (insert shoe size)?”

Mumbling the shoe size you gave him as he scanned the boxes, he spots the only size that you requested. “You are in luck, milady. There is only one left.”

“Thank you very much, my good sir,” you giggled reaching your hand out for the shoes without revealing the shirt you were wearing. “I’ll be but a moment,” you impersonated a proper tone hand and shoes disappearing behind the closed curtain again.

While Kirishima waiting idly (and trying his best to ignore the hungry stares still directed at him), he decided to ask for some dating intel in the form of small talk. “So hey, random question. Have you ever thought about dating?” Yeah, so not obvious. Way to go, Kirishima.

You paused your struggle with the second heel strap. “What kind of question is that? Of course I have.”

“Oh,” Kirishima simply said. “So, you have a crush on anyone?”

Staying in your position in front of the full-length mirror, you thought about it. Obviously, you had a big fat crush on the male just on the other side of the curtain, but was this his way of finding out if you liked anyone for himself or just out of curiosity? “Yeah… there is someone I really like, but I doubt he’s noticed me at all.”

“Oh? What’s he like?” Kirishima asked, nervous as all hell that you liked someone else.

“Well, he has spiky hair.. Gorgeous red eyes that shine like rubies… he looks intimidating as hell when you first see him, but actually nice once you get to know him… and he’s really handsome, too,” you blushed, lightly hugging yourself as you pictured Kirishima in your head.

Said male had gone quiet, his heart dropping all the way down into his stomach, the weight feeling like a bowling ball. Wait… Do… Do you have a crush on Bakugou?! “Oh… um… he-he sounds like a lucky guy,” Kirishima responded, trying to keep the tremor and disappointment out of his voice.

Dammit, am I too late? Kirishima cursed his reluctance at approaching you with his feelings.

“W-...What about you? Do you like someone?” You asked, heart hammering in your chest in anticipation to his answer.

“Yes,” he said, causing your heart to stop.

“What’s she like? She’s gotta be amazing for you to like her,” you tried to keep your voice cheery, happy that your best friend had found someone, but a whimper threatened to spill past your lips as tears gathered against your lower lashes, your bottom lip wobbly.

“She’s so amazing. She’s strong, and kind, and sweet, and she’s probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing,” Kirishima gushed, a dreamy look on his face. “She does (insert hobby 1), and (insert hobby 2), and she’s so good at it. And she can make some really delicious food, though she swears up and down the road that she’s not that great of a cook, but I can’t help but love every single bite of it.”

“That’s… that’s great,” you said, unable to keep out the tear-filled tone out of your voice.

“Wait, are you crying?!” Kirishima panicked.

You sniffled, hugging yourself tighter, “No.”

Kirishima stayed quiet for a moment. And deciding to be a man and take that leap of faith, he continued, “Though, I admit, she is a little dense.”

That caught you off guard. “Huh?”

“I mean, you would think she’d at least notice a little bit how much time I spend with her,” He said, laughing out loud, partly out of nerves. “Or how no matter the hour during the night, if she came to my dorm crying, I would drop everything to make her feel better, and will do the stupidest shit just to see her smile and laugh. Or how she is literally the sunshine of my life, and with her quirk, its just makes it even more true.”

Your eyes widened. Was he talking about someone with a quirk similar to yours? No, it couldn’t be, there was no possible way he was talking about you, it must be some huge coincidence.

“Or how whenever we go stargazing with each other at night, I have never looked up at the sky, not even once, before. No star, or constellations that she makes up could ever compare to the stars in her (e/c) eyes. (Y/N)... you’re just so perfect, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be good enough for you.”

You whipped around so fast, you actually tripped over the clothes that were scattered at your feet, causing you to curse as you fell, hitting you head against the wall of the dressing room with a rather loud thud as you fell right on your bottom.

Hearing the loud, resonating thud, Kirishima panicked and went into hero mode, rushing to pull back the curtain to see if you were harmed or not. Quickly finding you on the floor, tenderly rubbing the back of your head, your expression pinched with slight pain.

“Hey, are you okay?!” Kirishima worried, kneeling down to your level with his arms outstretched as if to catch you should you fall over all of a sudden.

“Yeah, just banged my ass and head is all,” you groaned, still tenderly rubbing the sore spot, sitting up more.

“Here, let me check your head.” Before you could protest that you were perfectly fine, Kirishima gently cradled your head and tenderly pushed your head forward so he could check out the damage that had been done. You instantly shut your mouth, your cheeks blooming into a rosy color at the close proximity, smelling his natural scent coming from his bare skin. “Well, you have a slight bump but that’s about it,” he concluded, letting your head go. “But I don’t know if you’ll end up with a concussion or not.”

You shoke your head, saying in a soft voice, “I doubt it. I’ve hit my head harder on missions.”

Once he was sure enough that you would be alright, it was then that he noticed what you were wearing and he couldn’t help but blush. It was a one sleeved crop top that showed a moderate amount of clevage, the end of it reaching above your cute belly button, and it was such a nice shade of red, almost reminding him of his hair color.

“That’s uh… That’s a really nice blouse,” he complimented, suddenly flustered at how beautiful you looked along with the blouse you were currently wearing looking up at him through your hair which was hanging down, eyes big and doe like.

Completely blanking on the compliment thrown your way, you continued to stare at him in awe as you processed what he had said earlier. “…Did you mean what you said?”

“Oh, uh,” his hand shot up to rub his neck nerviously, chuckling. “Well yeah, of course. It would be pretty unmanly if I lied. And… it would be pretty unmanly for me to not tell you how I feel about you.”

“H-How you feel…?” Kirishima prayed that that sparkle in your (e/c) eyes was hope as you subconsciously leaned closer to him in anticipation.

“I’m just- I’m gonna just come out and say it,” Kirishima said, more to himself though as to encourage himself. Taking a deep breath, reached out and ever so gently held your cheek as though you were fragile and can break at any moment, and looked into those sparkling (e/c) eyes he loved so much. “I really, really like you (Y/n). For a long time now.”

Tears gathered in your eyes as a brilliantly bright smile spread across your beautiful face, rivaling the sun. “Really?”

“Yes really,” Kirishima confirmed, your bright smile bringing forth a bright grin of his own.

“Am I dreaming?” You giggled nervously, hoping to god that he wasn’t pranking you or anything. It all seemed so surreal and like a dream. “You actually like me?”

Kirishima laughed. “I’ll even go as far as say I love you.”

You leaned forward until your forehead bumped with his hard chest, clenching your fists against him. “This isn’t a dream…” you whispered happily. “You actually like me.”

“And I would be just as happy if you will have me as your man,” Kirishima muttered into your hair, bringing his arms around you in a hug.

“Yes!” You didn’t hesitate in accepting his proposal. You squealed in delight as Kirishima squeezed you tight in his arms, rocking the both of you back and forth.

Pulling away, you were blinded by his bright grin. “Let’s go to the movies!”

“What, right now?” You giggled, wiping at your tears.

“Yes! We can do a movie and dinner date! I know the food court isn’t probably the most appealing, but I want to take you on a date right now, especially in that amazing outfit you have on now,” Kirishima rambled, his excitement reminding you of a hyper puppy dog.

“Okay, let’s do it!” You couldn’t help but share his excitement, completely forgetting the fact that you had girl’s night later that evening and the reason you came to the mall was to grab snacks for it.

Right away, Kirishima helped you pick up the clothes that you were going to buy, in the process, finding and putting on his own shirt, insisting that you keep the shirt and wedge heels on for you last minute date. The both of you were practically jumping at the seams with excitement as you went up to the register. Being the gentleman that he is, Kirishima tried insisting that he pay for the clothes and heels for you, but you argued that you were perfectly capable on paying for them on your own, the two of you continued going back and forth as the cashier looked between you two as you argued who was paying as she tried her best not to laugh.

Ultimately you allowed to pay for the shirt you were currently wearing, the sleep shirt he found and the heels, but no more. As you paid the cashier for all the other clothes, you laughed at Kirishima’s grumbling, reaching up to kiss away his pout. After paying, you two had decided to stop by the theaters in the mall to choose and pay for a movie, and this time you let Kirishima pay. As you awaited for the time of the movie, you walked around sharing a pretzel as a snack as you continue doing a bit more shopping, with Kirishima also buying you a stuffed animal because what kind of man would he be if he didn’t buy you a plushie as a memento of your first date?

On your way towards the food court, you could hear Kirishima humming My Only Sunshine with a satisfied expression on his face. “Are you really humming that?” You laughed.

Kirishima grinned down at you, lacing his fingers with yours and swinging your arms. “I can’t help it if you’re the light of my life.”

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It’s You and Me - Chapter 5

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x  F!Reader

Word Count:  2575

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Action, mentions of sex and death

Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back.  Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you.  For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down.  Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father.  Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 5: Now

You blinked over at the three children that were sitting watching morning cartoons.  All had dark hair, light eyes, and pale complexions, with a smattering of freckles over their cheeks.  They all definitely looked related but none particularly resembled the blond 6’4 archer who was claiming to be their father.  The oldest was a boy around thirteen years old that sat on the recliner with his legs crossed playing a game on a tablet.  The girl was the middle child and only a couple of years younger than her brother.  She sat on the couch with a glass of orange juice, her eyes fixed on the episode of Adventure Time currently playing.  The youngest which you assumed was the one Clint had called Nate, was sitting in front of the coffee table with a plastic cup of milk.  He was much younger than the other two by a lot.  You figured he couldn’t be older than five but was more likely three or four.

As you took it all in, the shock didn’t seem to abate at all.  You looked at Clint with your brow furrowed.  “Why didn’t you tell me you had kids?”  You whispered.

“I didn’t think you’d be here when you woke up,” Clint said, sliding the dinosaur pancakes onto a colorful melamine plate.  You watched on as he added more batter to the griddle and then syrup to the pancakes and attempted to get your head around what was going on.  He took the pancakes and put them in front of the little boy before coming back to you and taking your hand, leading you back into the stairwell and up a few steps.  You noticed the girl notice you.  She watched as her father led you up the stairs and then turned back to the TV.

“What… what… what the hell, Clint?”  You said when you were safely out of earshot.

“Okay,” Clint said, putting his hands up like he was surrendering.  “We haven’t seen each other for years.  Years and years.  I had a life.  That’s all.  And I didn’t tell you yesterday because you seemed so flighty.  I figured what was the point.  You’d run off in the night and we’d go back to being exactly where we were before yesterday happened.”

“But you blew up my before yesterday life,” you argued.

“I know,” he said, and relaxed his hands, gingerly taking one of yours.  “I know, okay?  I’m sorry.  Can we start fresh?”

You let out a breath and nodded.

“Hey,” he said.  “Remember me?  It’s Clint.  I met you at the circus when you were still a kid.  Shit, I was still a kid too.  I taught you how to use a sword and ride a horse.”

You smiled a little.  “Yeah, I remember.”

“What have you been up to?”  Clint asked.  “Me?  I joined the government organization, SHIELD.  I was a spy and assassin.  I bet you didn’t expect that.  But I have to admit, I wasn’t great at either.  Then I was an Avenger.  You’ve heard of those guys?  They’re like Superheroes?  It’s kind of a big deal.  Anyway… what else?  Oh right.  I got married.  She was a single mom.  I ended up adopting her kids, and then later we had one together.”

“Where is she?”  You asked the sudden concern that you might have helped Clint cheat on his wife hitting you.

Clint frowned.  “She died,” he said.  “Car accident on the way home from the store.  A drunk driver slammed into her at a T intersection.”  He closed his eyes and shook his head.  You let him have time to work out what he wanted to do with the emotions he had attached to the memory and when he opened his eyes again, he looked a little sadder than he had before.  “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.  I kinda assumed you’d bail on me.  But I am totally here for you sticking around too.  I wanted you to come with me back… before.  That never changed.  So if you wanna try - whatever.  Or the kids are a deal-breaker.  Whatever.  Just… I’m here.  Okay?”

You nodded.  “Okay.”

“I know you never liked kids…”

“I liked kids,” you interrupted.  “I just never wanted them.”

“Right, well,” he said.  “You want to meet mine?”

“Sure,” you said with a small nod, closing your hand around his.

Clint led you back downstairs and flipped the pancakes on the griddle as he passed it.  “Hey kids, I want you to meet my friend.  She’s going to be staying here for a bit,” he gave them your name and then began to indicate to each kid.  “That’s Cooper over there.  Then Lila.  And the little guy is Nate.”

“Hi,” you said, aiming for cheery.  “It’s nice to meet you.”

They all echoed their hellos not particularly giving you too much attention, the way most kids did when you interrupted them doing something they enjoyed.  Clint’s dog ran to the door and began wagging his tail and a second later the door opened.

“Oh and this is Ebony,” Clint said.  “The nanny. She lives here too.”

Ebony had a flustered look about her as she sidestepped Lucky with a large basket of laundry.  “Here’s the clothes.  I really gotta go.  I’m meeting people in Hell’s Kitchen.”

“Thank you.  I mean it, thank you.  You’re a lifesaver,” Clint said, taking the laundry basket off her and thrusting it into your arms.  “I owe you one.”

“You owe me at least fifty,” Ebony said.  “Do not call me unless it’s the end of the world.”

“Right, of course.  Have fun,” Clint said as she grabbed her purse.

“See you, trouble makers,” she called as she hurried back out the door.

Clint returned to the pancakes and served up another batch before adding more batter again.  “Your clothes are in there,” he said, indicating to the basket.  “She agreed to do an emergency load of laundry for you because she said it would be a crime to force you out of the house in old Mrs. Wheeler’s clothes.  And don’t worry, she knows how to launder armor, she takes care of mine.”

You laughed.  “I like her already.”

“Go up and change and I’ll have breakfast waiting for you when you get back down,” he said.

When you came back downstairs, Clint was plating up the last of the pancakes as well as bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit.  It was a little startling to you given the last time you’d seen him he lived on coffee and cold pizza.

Clint smiled at you and when you approached, he put his hand on your arm and drew you in a little closer.  Just before his lips touched yours he looked into your eyes.  “Is this okay?”

You swallowed and nodded, not exactly sure if it would be, but wanting it nonetheless.  Clint brought his lips to yours.  This kiss was brief, but passionate, like you were doing something forbidden and clandestine, even though there was nothing about the two of you together that should feel like that at all.  When he pulled back, he tapped your ass and grabbed his plate.  “Come on,” he said.

You grabbed your breakfast and followed Clint to the couch and sat down on the only available recliner.  “Alright kids,” Clint said, as Lucky came and put his head in his lap, in the hopes Clint might give him bacon.  “We have a little bit to get done today and you’re with me.  We’re gonna take the subway into the city.  I need to drop something off at work.  I might see if Auntie Nat can hang out with you for a bit.  You all okay with that?”

They all agreed and then he turned to you.  “We can go over to your place after that if you want.  Grab some of your stuff.”

“You gonna go armed?”  You asked.

“Naturally,” Clint said, dropping a wink at you.

“Then after all that, we can do something fun.  You wanna go to Central Park while we’re in the city?  We can go to the zoo or on the carousel.”

“Can we stay late and see a musical?”  Cooper asked.

Clint raised an eyebrow at him.  “Of all the things I expected to come out of one of my kids’ mouths, that was not one of them,” he said.  “What do you guys think?  I guess we can see Aladdin.”

“Matilda,” Nate said, excitedly.

“Oh yeah?  You want to see a play about someone like your Auntie Wanda?”  Clint joked.

They all talked plans over breakfast and you sat quietly feeling a little out of place.  It was clear that Clint loved his kids a lot, but even more clear was that he wanted to give them the happy, healthy, childhood that he’d been denied.  There was never a suggestion that was thrown out without discussion.  Nothing was a bad idea.  It also explained the effort that he’d put into breakfast.

There were signs of the Clint you knew when you left though.  The dishes were just dumped into the sink and rather than putting the weapons he planned on bringing in a case, he just shoved them into a duffle bag.

The dog came along on the trip and for a while, you wondered how he was going to get him on the subway.  But when you got there he was put awkwardly into a backpack that Clint had been carrying and Clint wore the golden retriever on the train.

The kids and the dog were dropped off with the person you only knew as Black Widow from news reports.  Thankfully your criminal activity was fairly low key and more of the civil disobedience kind, so the Avengers ignored you. But you knew people who had had run-ins with her, and it never turned out well for them.

Then Clint had taken you up to see Captain America and Tony Stark.  They’d obviously been alerted to his presence and the reason for him being there because both were dressed fairly casually (the Captain in a light blue t-shirt that clung to his skin and a brown leather jacket while Stark had a t-shirt with a science pun on it over dress pants), but they were both waiting for him.

“Got it,” Clint said, pulling the microdrive out of his pocket.  Stark snatched it and patted Clint on the cheek.

“Not just a pretty face after all,” he said, going over to one of the consols and plugging it in.

“And who is this?”  Steve asked, nodding to you.

“This is my friend,” Clint said.  “We knew each other at the circus.  She helped with this, but I got her burned.  You think she can … you know…?  Join up?”

“Just going to start recruiting people, Link from the past?”  Tony teased, without looking up from the computer.

“What can you do?”  the Captain asked, ignoring Stark and looking you over.

“Whoah,” you said holding up your hands.  “Who said I even wanted to be part of your elite group of do-gooders?”

“I like her,” Tony said. “She’s got my vote.”

The Captain rolled his eyes but that was the most he acknowledged either you or Stark.

“She’s good, Cap,” Clint said.  “She can fight, and she’s agile as hell.  Can get from one side of the room to the other without touching the ground when it’s just a room with a few other people.  She can even balance on the blade of a sword.”

Steve looked at you, impressed.  “Well,” he said.  “If you ever change your mind, you’re welcome to try out.  If you can keep up with Clint and Nat, you’re in.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you snarked.

“Alright,” Clint said, shaking his head.  “Enjoy your intel.  We have a couple of other things to do today.”

The Captain looked at the duffle bag Clint was carrying.  “Do you need any help?”

“We’ve got it,” Clint answered.  “It’ll probably be nothing.”

Clint couldn’t have been more wrong.  When you got to the rundown building you lived in, the security doors were both broken wide open but when you got to your floor, the door was still closed.

“Ready?”  Clint asked as you looked over the door for any signs of tampering.

You nodded.  “Wonder what their plan is?”  You said.  “You think they’re inside?”

He nodded.  “Either that or watching us through that apartment and they want to block our escape route.”

“Should we go through the window?”  You asked.

“Nah,” he said.  “Might as well take them head-on.”

You shrugged and pushed open the door.  Jasper meowed at you impatiently and hissed in the direction of the neighbor’s door.  He was the only life to be found in your place and you sighed.  They were planning to ambush you.

“Lock the door and push the table up against it,” you said.  Clint nodded and you went and started shoving things into bags.  It was hard to decide what you wanted to keep and what you didn’t when you were under pressure to decide.  You tried to balance things that you needed now, with things that had some kind of sentimental value.  Thankfully, the circus had meant you’d gotten good at packing light and didn’t have a lot of things that you had a strong sentimental attachment to because it was only a couple of minutes before they were banging on the door.

“Might want to hurry, sugar,” Clint said, as someone fired at the locks.  He nocked an arrow and pointed at the door.

“I’m hurrying,” you said, and grabbed a jacket and put it on.  “Jasper, come here buddy,” you said, picking up your cat and zipping up your jacket around him.  He wasn’t exactly happy to be in there, but thankfully despite your kevlar not being strong enough to keep out snake fangs, it handled cat claws fine.

The door shoved forward a little and Clint loosed an arrow, pinning someone's hand to the doorframe.  Whoever it was screamed.  One of Zelda’s snakes slithered through the gap as whoever it was that was pinned to the door tried to muscle it open.

“Time to go,” Clint said, rushing to your side and wrapping his arm around your waist.  You let him hustle you to the window and he shot a grappling arrow at the building across from yours.  “That open window, there,” Clint said, pointing.  “You got this?”

“Please, look who you’re talking to,” you said.

The two of you hoisted yourself through the window and jumped as the door was shoved open.  Clint let you go as you arced over the gap between the buildings and you launched yourself off Clint’s thighs, stretching out, whilst holding your bags close to your body, so you dived headfirst through the window over the road, tucking yourself into a ball and rolling as you hit the ground. The old lady who lived there started screaming.  Clint, came through the window feet first just after you, forward rolling to break the impact.  “Sorry, ma’am!”  He announced as he rolled straight to his feet and grabbed your arm, running to the door.  “Avengers business!”

You started laughing as the two of you ran through the door and out into the hall.  “Oh my god, Clint!”  You shouted.  “I missed this!”

Clint grinned at you as he jumped over the staircase railings.  “Me too, babe.”

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