#hawkeye imagines

[heliads]

I don’t know if you write for Kate Bishop from the MCU. If you do, would I be able to request an imagine where the reader is one of Clint’s kids; and Kate becomes an older sister figure to them and helps them become a superhero, please?

'hero in training' - platonic kate bishop x reader

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It’s surprisingly difficult for your parents to take you seriously.

You’d think that having not one but two agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. as your mom and dad would lead to an interesting childhood. By all accounts, it did, what with your dad having to head out to battle Thanos or pick a side when the Avengers split up. That being said, you were really hoping to become a hero in your own right, but apparently that’s where Hawkeye and Agent 19 draw the line.

They’re just trying to keep you safe by keeping you out of their line of work. Supposedly. That’s how the excuse goes, at least, and goodness knows you’ve heard it often enough for the words to become familiar. People get hurt when you tangle in the Avengers business. Since you’re still a kid, they don’t want you to have any part of it. Sure, your parents made sure you’ve been taking self defense courses since you were old enough for the tutelage to have any impact, and your father trained you in the bow and arrow before that, but it’s not the same.

Secretly, you’ve always wanted more. Ever since you figured out that your dad was an Avenger, you couldn’t wait until you could join those ranks of heroes. Earth always needs a protector, and this need is only strengthened ever since your world broadened to include the rest of the galaxy. There’s a place for you as a hero, you’re certain of that. The only problem rests with convincing your parents that it’s time for you to help take up the mantle of saving the world.

They’re not too pleased with the idea, to say the least. Your mom insists that saving the world is going to have to happen after you graduate college, and your dad is leaning more towards pushing that date to never ever. No matter what you say about it being your responsibility to help protect the universe when it needs a helping hand, they’re not likely to guide you along that road.

You were assuming that you’d never get a chance to prove your worth. Your dad seemed more than ready to hang up his hat as a former Avenger, especially since you were all dusted and came back to find him without one of his oldest friends. You miss Natasha just as much as he does, but losing the Black Widow solidified the idea in your dad’s mind that he couldn’t afford to lose anyone else he cared about. As one of his precious children, you were certainly one of the ones to be protected.

After Thanos was defeated, you had assumed that was it, so much for your hero aspirations until you were old enough for your parents to get off of your back. However, only a short time had passed before Hawkeye was back in the news, and, most excitingly of all, back in the business. He claimed it was only going to be a one-off affair, something small that he would handle and return with plenty of time for Christmas.

As the days passed, though, and your dad stayed away to handle the ever-growing issues, you started to wonder if maybe your hopes might have a chance at coming back from the dead. Once your dad came back with his new sidekick in tow, you knew you were good as gold. One way or another, you were going to become a hero. Even if you had to draft Kate Bishop to make that happen.

You had a game plan. All the best heroes do. When she first walked through your door, Kate looked terrified, so nervous about accidentally being an unwanted guest that she failed to pick up on the scheming spark in your eyes upon seeing her. Immediately, you befriended the girl. That part was easy, and would have happened even if you weren’t planning on asking her for tips on how to crack into the hero business. Kate’s a nice girl, and a great friend. Honestly, even if you won’t be able to hack it in the world of the Avengers, you’d still be glad to have met her at all.

By the end of that weekend, you and Kate find yourselves staying up late after everyone else went to bed, aimlessly talking about whatever comes across your mind. She’s really funny, and many times you find yourself wiping tears from your eyes from laughing too hard.

On one of these occasions, Kate glances across the sofa at you. You watch as her broad grin turns into a softer smile. “Thanks for having me over, Y/N. I mean it. I’m really glad Clint let me come over.”

“Of course,” you assure her. “We’re friends now, aren’t we?”

She nods. “Absolutely. If there’s ever anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask. Please.”

This is exactly what you were hoping to hear. “Well,” you say slowly. “You said anything, right?”

Kate frowns. “Hopefully still something legal, but we can get around that. What did you have in mind?”

You can’t hide your devious grin any longer. “I want you to train me to be a hero.”

Kate blinks at you. “What?”

You wave your hand vaguely at her. “I’ve been begging my dad to train me for years and he never gave in, but somehow you broke through his shell and got him back into the ring. I want to know how you did it. I know martial arts, so I can fight, but I don’t know how to start helping people who need it. You do. Teach me your secrets.”

Kate shakes her head disbelievingly. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I have a feeling I’d make a terrible teacher.”

“I have a feeling that says otherwise,” you insist. “Come on, Kate. At the least, it won’t be boring.”

Kate glances self-consciously at the stairs, but upon certifying that no one else is listening into the conversation, she nods at last. “Alright. Just don’t tell your dad, I finally got Clint to stop getting annoyed with me. I don’t need him to freak out because I took you on a few patrols.”

You pump your first in celebration. “Oh, I’m not saying a word. Trust me on that. This is going to be so good!”

Kate can’t help but laugh. “I think that’s right.”

Hero lessons start the next morning, bright and early. Kate claims that heroes have to be ready to defend the world at all hours of the day, but you catch her yawning into her hand when she thinks you’re not looking anyway. The two of you go on runs, practice sparring, and trade shots at the archery targets in your backyard. Although she initially tries to hide it, you know Kate is impressed with your marksmanship. That’s just the perks of growing up with an Avenger, you suppose, but it is quite satisfying to watch each of your arrows hit the bullseye whenever you fire.

Not all of your training is physical, though. Kate also teaches you important things like strategy– how to tell when you’re walking into a trap, how to get information without exposing yourself as being on a case, how to trust a stranger without letting down your guard. You half feel as if you ought to be taking notes, but Kate’s so passionate about what she says that it’s easy to follow along and remember afterwards.

Kate’s visit to the Barton family farm ends eventually, as all well-intentioned visits must. You still insist that she’s got several more months to go before she even begins to get on your nerves, but the older girl just laughs and says that it’s for the best that she heads back to the city, anyway. Something about needing to clean up loose ends. Kate assures you that you’re free to visit at any time, but you know you’ll still think fondly on these days in not-so-bleak December, back when the two of you were running circles around everyone else and planning out what it means to be a hero.

The two of you exchange phone numbers before you go, and it’s a rare night indeed that you haven’t heard from her, either a text message here and there or a lengthy call recounting all that you’ve experienced since you last parted. You’ve already made your dad promise to take you with him the next time he goes to Manhattan so you can visit Kate, and the two of you have a long list of things you need to do while you’re there. Fence, for one thing. Practice archery, for another. Maybe even save some lives while you’re at it.

Even if you and Kate may not be having face to face clandestine meetings anymore, though, that doesn’t mean you’re likely to give up on your dreams of becoming an Avenger someday. You practice according to her tips, consistently checking in to make sure you’re improving as you should. One day, you’ll get your chance. You can feel it.

Maybe six months after you first meet Kate Bishop, your patience comes to fruition. On a day trip with your school to a nearby city, you’re traveling from museum to museum with your class when you spot someone getting mugged down a nearby alleyway. Your first instinct, of course, is to help, so you murmur a quick excuse to your classmates before ducking down the alley.

The thieves aren’t expecting someone like you to jump in, and they certainly aren’t expecting you to kick their asses. The victim thanks you profusely, which makes you feel great. Maybe being a hero is well within your reach after all.

What you didn’t like so much, however, was having to sit around the police station later as a key eyewitness to the crime. You forgot one key step, which was to clear out pretty soon after saving the day. Your dad has to come pick you up, and although you’re not in trouble, you still feel guilty for making him go out of his way to get you.

Clint sits down across from you in the police station waiting room. He eyes your bruised knuckles with a raised eyebrow, then sighs. “Kate Bishop got to you, then?”

Your jaw drops in surprise. “What? I mean, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Your dad snorts. “This whole scene has her name written all over it. Kate’s got a good heart, but her planning needs some work. I’m assuming you made her help you out after I told you that Avenging couldn’t be in your future?”

You wince. “Promise you won’t get mad?”

You’re expecting a lot of reactions from your dad upon hearing that you’ve been sneaking around behind his back to pursue the one career ambition he’s strictly declared off-limits. Breaking out into quiet laughter, however, isn’t that. “Mad? Why on earth would I be mad? You saved someone out there, someone who needed it. You kept yourself safe and kicked some bad guy ass while you were at it. I’m not mad, Y/N. I’m proud of you.”

A slow, careful smile spreads onto your face. “Really?”

“Really,” he affirms. “Just– next time tell Kate that the two of you don’t have to hide it from me, alright? I think both of you could use extra lessons in how to pick your battles.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Alright, alright. Does this mean she’s visiting again?”

“Maybe that you’re visiting her,” he suggests. “I’ve got a meeting coming up in the city and I was thinking about taking you with me. Only if you want to, of course.”

You spring up from your chair, wrapping your arms around him. “Of course I want to! Let’s go, I have to call Kate about this immediately.”

Clint shakes his head fondly as the two of you head to the door. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I? Neither of you can get involved in multiversal nonsense, promise me that.”

“Absolutely,” you assure him, but you cross your fingers when he’s not looking. When it comes to you and Kate, the sky’s the limit.

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[alotofpockets]

This is a hospital | Kate Bishop

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Prompt: “You’re here way too often.” - "So what?” - “This is a hospital.”

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As a nurse working in an emergency room, you've met your fair share of patients. But there were only a few were you were able to connect their face with their name. Knowing exactly who they were once you saw them come in, because they came into the ER on quite a regular basis.

Most of these regular ER visitors you knew by name were elderly people, but one wasn't. Her name is Kate Bishop. The last month alone she must've been in here four times. 

Your fellow nurses had caught on that this twenty something woman was found in the ER way too often for someone her age. And also, to the fact that you seemed to be taking a liking to her.

It was a slow Friday night shift, those didn't happen very often. You were cleaning up some beds while you didn't have a patient, when your coworker walked up to you. "Hey y/n, your favorite patient is here, I figured you'd like to be the one to treat her." She said with a wink. You rolled your eyes at her, but once she turned around you smiled. Kate was your favorite person and that might also be because you've developed a crush on the woman.

You walked into the waiting room and there she was, "Hey Kate, come on in." Kate stood up and followed you to one of the rooms. “What happened this time?" You asked her while you inspected the cuts on her face. You knew by now that she worked together with Hawkeye on some of his missions, but you were still interested in how her injuries happened.

"Something exploded and it happened so fast I wasn't able to find cover." Kate explained. "Did you get hit anywhere besides your face?" Kate shakes her head, "No, not this time."

"That's good. The cuts on your face don't seem too bad. I'll disinfect them and with some butterfly stitches they should heal up nicely." You start gathering what you need and move back with the tray in hand. 

"Ready?" You ask with a cotton swab full of disinfectant in your hand. "Yeah, go for it." Kate says. You grab her chin softly to move her head in the direction so that you can reach each cut better. Being as close as you are you hear her breathing change, and you smile to yourself. Apparently you had the same effect on her as she did on you.

You clean each of her cuts and place the butterfly stiches in place. After that you get ready to discharge her. "You know, you’re here way too often.” You say to Kate. "So what?” 

“Kate, this is a hospital." You emphasize. "Plus, your injuries are never really ER worthy, and you should definitely know by now how to put on butterfly stiches. So, if my coworkers are correct on this; If you come here just to see me, you should ask for my number. It would spare you a lot of hospital bills." You're surprised at your own directness. You really liked her and would love to see her not hurt and outside of work. 

Kate steps up as you handed her the discharge papers. "Alright, in that case, could I please have your number?" 

You gave her your number before you had to move on to the next patient. Before you open the curtain to their room you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You check the message before you head in.

It read 'Dinner tomorrow? - your favorite patient'. You look back to where you just left Kate. She looks at you expectantly with a smile. You return the smile and send her a text back, 'Sounds good, I'm off at 5pm. Text me the details :)'

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[magecrafts]

KATE BISHOP headcanons.

RATED E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT — 18+ — MINORS DNI.

a/n: the first of a few things i wrote in rehab. lil fluff, lil smut (but mostly smut). forgive me if it reads a bit messy, i'm a little out of practice. enjoy!

kate bishop x reader ; congrats! you're dating a sort-of avenger!

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, daddy kink, humiliation, big big straps, light anal play, cnc, no aftercare ; reader is biologically female but no pronouns are used so could be read as ftm, nb, cis, or whatever tf else you want.

i am not currently fulfilling requests, but any made will be consdiered for future writing things...?

For your first date she takes you to an archery range. Mostly to show off but also to put a bow in your hands and touch you a little bit while she shows you how to draw properly.

The second is a Central Park picnic with pizza and champagne. “Say what you will about my mother,” Kate says as she frees a slice for the golden retriever at her side, “but her wine cellar slaps.” After a look at the label and quick web search: “Kate,” you tell her, “this is a forty-five-hundred dollar bottle of champagne from nineteen-eighty-one, and—“ “And we’re eating it with fifteen dollar pizza from nineteen minutes ago,” she says. “But. To be fair, that’s basically what she makes in an hour.” A beat. “She’s gonna cut me off again.”

You start sleeping with Kate on date six. She has tickets to an exhibit at the Museum of Natural History but she turns up in a gray plaid pantsuit and Docs and the two of you don’t even make it out the door (so, yeah, okay, you sleeping with Kate is date six). 

Kate has trouble focusing when there’s no underlying adventure, no chaos, no bad guys chasing her down the street in vans and tracksuits. She’s gotten used to the hero's life, the kind of life where danger lurks around every corner and life or death decisions are plentiful. Kate thrives on the mayhem and gets lost in the mundanity. Clint calls it adrenaline addiction. Yelena says Kate’s got Avenger blood (“She’s not an Avenger,” Clint says. “Too dangerous.”). Sometimes, even when she’s happy, even when she wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, it still happens. Her eyes will gloss over and she’ll retreat into herself and, “Where’d you go?” and “Earth to Kate,” are two things you catch yourself saying a lot during downtime.

“Kate.” “…Yes?” “Why is your bag moving?” The bag barks. “No reason,” Kate says, stepping in front of the wriggling duffel bag as a little black nose pushes through the open zipper, followed by a furry golden head. “Hear me out,” she says, crouching down to pull the wiggling golden retriever into her arms. “His name is Pepperoni.” The other dog, the big dog—Pizza Dog—bounds into the room and sniffs at the puppy in Kate’s arms. He yips once and sits on his haunches and the moment Kate puts the little dog down in front of him you know there’s not a chance in hell she’s letting that puppy go.

Kate thinks she’s the best thing since sliced bread. And in bed? Yeah, she probably is. She’s eager, adaptive, and curious no matter how many times she’s explored every last inch of your body. She spends a lot of time on your tits—squeezing and biting and licking and sucking—and when she isn’t too distracted, when she remembers that she has hands and can use them for something other than digging her dull nails into your skin, she’ll reach up and push her fingers past your lips while she closes her mouth over your skin and sucks until you choke on her fingers and push her head away and beg for a moment to catch your breath.

It took a month to get her anywhere near macaroni and cheese after Yelena rolled into town. That they’re constantly attached at the hip nowadays still blows your mind, but you can’t deny that something magical happens when they’re in the same room. It’s a lot like the little girls in the schoolyard at recess who mix potions in puddles with twigs and run cackling away when anyone asks what they’re doing.

She doesn’t like when you’re quiet. She’ll get vocal enough for the both of you if you’re really not up for it (or if you can’t, which has been happening a lot since she saw that one clip of a girl getting panty-gagged), but she doesn’t like to do anything in silence. It’s not tinnitus, and she's not going the way of Barton, you know, because you’ve asked, and she says she can exist in silence, says the quiet isn’t debilitating or anything, it’s just that she doesn’t like it. She blames it on the city, says no one in Manhattan knows how to operate without twenty-four-hour background noise, which is probably true, but you think she might just like the sound of her own voice. Yours will do when she can’t listen to herself, sure, but sometimes you like to keep quiet just so she’ll push you further and fuck you harder and tell you she needs to hear you. The one time you called it begging she got all huffy and red in the face and insisted that she’s never once begged in her entire life.

Kate likes you on your belly. She likes watching your thighs shake, likes watching the muscles in your back tense and relax as you prop your hips up and offer yourself to her. She likes palming your ass and pulling your cheeks apart and the little sighs of anticipation and excitement you make when she spreads you wide and holds you open just to look, just to keep you on edge. “Are you nervous?” she’ll ask, and you can always hear the cocky grin in her voice, because she knows you are and knows it makes you bubble up with shame when she points it out. “Don’t be nervous,” she’ll say, “we’ve done this before,” which doesn’t help, and she’ll rub her thumb over the pucker of your asshole until you shudder and your hips cant forward. Then she’ll sigh and yank you back by your thighs until your muscles are pulled taut and your cunt practically spreads open on its own. “Move and I’ll shoot,” she likes to say, and she won’t, not really, because she’d step in front of a subway train before she actually hurt you, but she likes to throw that threat around when she hasn’t had a good fight in a while.

“It’s new,” she says when you come home and find her strapped up and looking at herself in the mirror. When your eyes go wide and you swallow hard and tell her, “That’s…big,” she just grins and turns her focus back to the mirror. “I know, right?” she says, considering for a moment before she drops her hand and fists the silicone cock. She can’t even wrap her hand all the way around it. “And purple,” you say, dumbly, because you aren’t sure what else you’re supposed to do or say. “Impressive observations,” Kate says, catching your eye in the mirror and tossing you a smirk. “Think you can take it?” You honestly have no idea.

Once she gets that first strap she just—will not stop. Cannot be stopped. She’ll wake you up in the morning with her mouth on your chest and her hand sneaking down the front of your panties. She’ll tell you to hush and claim your mouth with her own while she nudges your legs open and drags the tip of her big purple cock between the slick lips of your cunt, mumbling, “Just relax, baby, I know you can take it,” even though you just woke up and you’re barely coherent and she hasn’t fucked you in days int he name of building blissful anticipation and wanting it to feel new again. You’re not sure that logic tracks but you’re absolutely certain you don’t ever want anyone else to touch you like this and when she pushes into you—fucks into you—you forget the sweet embrace of sleep and slip into the role she wants you to play.

Kate likes to walk around the apartment in boxers and a sports bra. More comfy that way, she says, even though you have a hard time keeping it together when she does. It’s worse when she abandons the bra altogether. She says it’s freeing. You think it’s maddening. Like when she parks herself on the couch all laid back with her legs propped open and an arm over the back of the couch. She’ll tilt her head and ask you why you’ve gone all red while you just look at her and do your best not to drool. It’s just, shit, that her tits are perfect—even handfuls, pert, rosy nipples, and soft all over—and you swear you could lose yourself in them for days. “Problem?” she’ll ask when you get all tripped up on your words, blushing so hard it creeps down your neck. Then she’ll just grin.

The worst of it is when she starts calling herself daddy. At first you think it’s stupid, self-indulgent, like she’s pandering to herself, but it gets intense. Fast. Like when she cozies up behind you while you’re cooking dinner, slipping her arms around your middle and sneaking her hands beneath your shirt, saying, “You take care of me so well,” and, “daddy’s gonna repay the favor,” and you’re not sure what you’re supposed to say to that but you can feel her pressing up against your ass and her hands are creeping closer and closer to your chest and you know good and well that the moment she palms your tits and ruts against you that it’s all over. Dinner burns on the stove while she strips your bottoms off and lays you out on the kitchen table and pushes your legs open and slaps your cunt just to remind you that she’s needy and she needs you to indulge her every whim because sometimes she doesn’t know what to do when you aren’t actively falling to pieces beneath her. You don’t know when you stopped finding it stupid, self-indulgent, like she needs another reason to think she’s hot shit, but it happened. And you’ve changed your mind: the worst of it is when she realized how much you drip with want when she calls herself daddy.

Nope, that's a lie, the worst of it is the moment she figures out you like it a lot more when she isn’t so nice

Kate strokes the length of her thick strap with one hand and drags the other down the length of your spine, curling her fingers to let her nails catch against your sweat-slicked skin. She nudges your legs apart with her knee and drags the tip of her cock through the lips of your cunt and laughs as you start to squirm. She curses under her breath and notches the tip of the massive fucking thing against your needy hole. “Relax, little angel,” she says, words dripping with condescension. “It’s gonna hurt a hell of a lot more if you don’t calm down and let me in, and isn’t that what you want? If it isn’t, you’d better tell me, ’cause I thought you wanted daddy to fuck your stupid little pussy ’til it’s all gaping and sloppy.” That does it. You’re helpless and your moan doesn’t help, and as the noise rips from your throat Kate fucks into your slippery hole in one rough thrust, and, “Oh—my god—shit—Kate, please—it hurts,” you gasp out between breaths. “I don’t care,” she says, tucking an arm around your middle to keep you from wriggling away. “Please.” You clench helplessly around her massive, heavy cock. “What, you don’t like this?” she asks, false hurt lining her voice. She leans in close again, lips parted against your ear as she stills herself inside of you. “You don’t want this? You want me to stop?” she asks, just to tease, and stifles a laugh as you nod. She doesn’t move. It’s big, too big, stretching your cunt as wide as you think it’ll ever be. Fear of her splitting you open keeps you still. And then she draws her hips back, nice and slow, and for a moment you flood with relief. She pulls out of your leaking hole until all that’s left inside is the tip. And then she eases back in, watching as best as she can in the dim light as her purple cock disappears into your needy pussy. “Pathetic,” she mumbles, and you can hear the smirk in her voice. “Lie to me all you like, but I know a dumb fucking slut when I see one.” “Kate—” “Unless you’re going to tell me you’ve changed your mind—that you’ve had a change of heart and you want this—don’t open your fucking mouth until I ask for another place to put my cock.”

[shelbgrey]

Whatever it takes(Clint barton)

Paring: Clint Barton x reader

Summary: clint barton and his wife are in charge of the soul stone. Only one will be able to return home.

"three groups, six stones" Steve stated. I stood next to my husband Clint kinda zoned out. I was scared shit-less to say the least I looked over to my brother Scott and slightly smiled. He simply smiled and gave me a reassuring smile.

"you'll bring that back in one piece, right?" Rocket said to Clint bring me back to reality. I looked down at the raccoon. He had his arms crossed eyeing Clint as he held on to Peter Quil's ship. I knew it was important to Rocket. "we'll take care of it Rocket" I said softly. Clint looked over to my and grabbed my hand. He gave it quick squeeze as Bruce started up the time machine.

"see you all in a minute" I smiled.

"take care of my sister Clint" Scott said pointing at the two of us. "we'll be fine Bugs"

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We climbed up the mountain as dust and snow flew everywhere. The closer up we got the colder and heaver the snow fell on our shoulders. When we made it the top the place was diserted. It was quite and and dark clouds surounded the top. "clin-" I whispered but he cut me off. "shhh" he said pulling out one of his arrows.

"Clint and (y/n) Barton" a voice said. Clint quickly took his place in front of me and loaded his bow. I quickly pulled out my sword.

The figure came into view. He was floating and was covered in a black clok and hood. "I am keeper of the soul stone"

"oh good just tell us where it is and we'll be on our way" I spoke trying to sound stern.

"to retrieve the stone you must give up the thing you love most." the keeper said. "a soul for a soul"

I sat on the rock taking the little information we were given. Clint was placing back and forth and giving of sarcastic remarks to the keeper.

"maybe this is just all a load of shit... Maybe he just lying" he spoke kneeling In front of me and placed his hand on my knee. I shook my head.

"I don't think so... when Thanos left this place he left with the stone but not his daughter... It's not a coincidence" I said standing up. "whatever it take.. Remember?"

"yeah.. Whatever it takes" he mumbled refusing to make eye contact.

"if we don't get that stone millions of people stay dead" I spoke looking into his eyes. Clint looked down at me with misty eyes. Then nodded. "then I guess we both know who's it's gotta be"

I nodded and took Clint's hand intertwining out fingers. "I guess we do" I whispered and squeezed his hand tightly and looked down at his black wedding ring. Clint then tilted his head to the side making eye contact. "I'm being to think we're think off different people here... Little bird" he said using the Nickname he gave me long ago and it was the first I've heard it in five years. It was a comfort and It reminded me of all I'm fighting for.

"the last five years.... Actually all my life I've been trying to fix things from back when I was stealing things with my brother to now.. Now we have a chance to bring everyone back." I told him. And he shook his head.

"don't get all decent on me now"

"I'm trying to save your life you idjit" I said placing my hands on his chest trying to push him away. "well I don't want you too... How's that" he spoke.

"if I do this you can have the chance to live the life you always wanted" I said my voice cracking. I felt my heart race and the fear of him getting in my way increased.

"the life I always wanted is with you!" he slightly shouted as a tears started to pool in his eyes "and if anyone is getting home to our daughter it's gonna be you"

"Clint please..." I cried. "let me be the hero you think I am"

Clint sighed and placed his hand on my cheek. "your a real pain in my ass you know that" he joked. "you love me for it" I chuckled but It ended with a quiet sob.

My smile was cut short by him placing a soft kiss to my lips. "okay" he whispered against my lips. He kissed my lips one more time then pulled away fully.

"alright you win"

Clint quickly moved closer and slammed me to the ground stopping me from going anywhere. "tell our daughter I love her" he said and started to run towards the edge of the cliff. Before he could get to far and grabbed his ankles and pushed him to his back. I quickly stood up and looked at him on last time. "tell her your self...and take care of her" I quickly turned to were the edge of the mountain was and started running. I soon fell to the ground again by one of his stupid exploding arrows.

As being to stand up I watched Clint jump and actually get over the edge. "no!" I quickly ran after him and grabbed his hand to try and pull him up but I was pulled down too. Our fall was cut short by one of his grappling hook arrows and held on to me for dear life. "hang on baby... Please just hang on" he sobbed as he tried to figure out how to get me back up safely. I did as I was told and held on.

"Clint.." I spoke softly. Clint quickly shook his head and kept trying to pull me up to his body. "Damnit hang on-"

"Clint" I spoke again. "no, please no I can't loose you" he cried looking down at me and refusing to let go. "Clint it's okay... It's okay" I said giving him my best smiled.

"I Love You Hawk, never forget that" I said. Placed my boots on the side of the mountain and pushed off making Clint loose his grip of me. "no!" was the last thing I heard before the feeling of falling consumed me before things went black.

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(Clint's pov)

"did we do it? Did it work?" Scott asked excited. "(n/n) we did it!" her voice didn't respond. Scott looked around and his smile fade as he watched me stomp of the time machine with tears running down my eyes.

"Clint where's (y/n)? Where's my sister" Scott asked. I only squeezed my eyes shut and fell to my knees. Nat quickly wrapped her arm around my shoulder and hugged me tight.

"Damnit!" Scott shouted and threw his helmet a crossed the room.

I didn't say much the rest of the day. We ended up at the dock of the compound. I had my back to everyone else muffling out there conversation I till Tony's question made me perk up.

"Scott, did you and (y/n) have any other family?" Scott didn't answer so Steve butted in. "yeah us"

"what are you doing?" Thor asked coming up behind Tony. "I just asked a question" Tony whispered and looked over to me.

"yeah, no your acting like she's dead, why are we acting like she dead?" Thor asked Tony and Steve.

"we have the stones right? As long as we have the stones Cap, we can bring her back" Thor said more frantically and started to break down himself. The two weren't very close but you could tell Thor did very much care about (y/n). They all did.

She was like the rock of the team and always put us before herself. She loved every single one of us and always made sure we were okay rather it be eating a proper meal, getting enough sleep, or being patched up and healthy after a mission. She wore her heart on her sleeve and the heart of gold she had was one of many reasons I fell in love with her.

"we can't bring her back" I whispered for the first time. The Team looked at me and tears slowly fell down my cheek. I clintched my fist roughly and eyed my black wedding ring she picked out for me. "what?" Thor mumbled.

"it can't be undone" I repeated and looked at Natasha. Nat looked down and crossed her arms.

"look I'm sorry, no offense but your a very earthy being" Thor said. I really did want to punch him. All the anger, sorrow, and guilt that was all jamed packed inside of me was fighting to get out. "we are talking about space magic" Thor started up again. "and 'cant' seems to be a little definitive don't you think?"

"yeah look I know I'm way out of my pay rate here but she isn't here, is she?" I said getting angry. "that's my point" Thor mumbled and refused to look at me.

"it. Can't. Be. Undone!" I said more stern. "or at least that's what the big red floating guy had to say. Maybe you want to go talk to him" I shouted. "yeah go grab your hammer and you go fly over there and you go talk to him" I shouted trying to control my tears. "Clint.." Natasha whispered and put her hand on my shoulder.

"God Damnit it was supposed to be me!" I shouted and crumbled to the ground and fell on my butt. "she sacrificed her self for that fucking stone, she put her life on it!" this time I herd Bruce snap. Bruce picked up the bench he was next to and snapped it in half and threw it across the lake. Bruce and her were best friends. They looked out for each other and had the same friendship I had with Nat.

"how am I supposed to tell (daughter's name)? How can I tell her that her mom's not coming home" I cried as Nat wrapped her arms around me and held me tight.

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(your pov)

My body jolted awake and air was was running smoothly through my body. My throat felt like it was on fire and my body aced. When I tried to set up I noticed I couldn't go anywhere. I was trapped in endless darkness.

"help!" I shouted which only made my throat feel worse. My voice scratched and squeaked as I started banging on the box I was in. I threw one more punch and heard the wood from the box creek. I decided to start pushing and as I did sharp pieces of dirt and grave fell on my face and into my eyes.

"come on-" I was cut off my the lid opening and a pile of dirt covered me drowning me.

I closed my eyes and used me nails and the little straight I had to pull me up to were there was light. My body felt like it was being pulled through a taffy puller as I clawed at the brown and green grass and dirt from the land I was trying to get on top of. When I successfully made it out I slammed my self on the nature filled area. The sun blazed down at me and my back started get soaked from the dirt and wet grass I was laying on.

When heart beat finally got to a normal pace and I started to breath regular I rolled over and sat on my knees. And looked around. All I saw was browns and greens. I was out in the middle of a forest and in the middle nowhere. It was hot and wet around were I was at and it felt like the sun just made its life goal to annoy me.

As I stood up my knees wobbled and my lungs heaved as I got cought in a coughing fit. I walked down the empty road clenching my chest as walked to nowhere in particular. I didn't know where I was out or even how to get back home. It seemed I didn't know anything and my memory was very fuzzy from the last time I was with Clint and the team

I sighed in relief when I saw a run down gas station. There was no one there and it looked deserted but I could care less if it had water and food I'm happy. I worked up the strength I had and sprinted to the front door. I frantically knocked on the door but no one responded. "hello?" I said my voice getting horse again. I sighed and wrapped my hand on my flannel and broke the glass window that was in the door. I took my hand out of my shirt and reached through the hole I made and unlocked the door. I slowly walked in. It was quite the only sound was heard was the soft humming of the fridges and the small cracking of glass being crushed under my Converse covered feet.

I sighed and rushed to the fridge that kept all the water bottles. Quickly grabbed one and practically broke the lid taking it off. The first one was luke warm but it was gone in seconds. I pressed my back against the fridge and slowly slid down it drinking the next one a little slower than the first one. I let out a breath and tilted my head back feeling the water and sweat drip off my face. Getting tired of the sticky feeling I slowly walked to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I quickly cought the drops of water in my flannel and wiped my face.

I slowly stood up straight and carefully peaked through the material afraid to see how bad I look. I uncovered my face fully and studied myself. My face was thinner and the blue hair diy was fully faded and my hair was its original brown. I looked thinner and weaker than the last time I looked in the mirror. I tilted my head to the side and noticed something red peaking under the sleeve of my shirt. I quickly pulled the fabric up and saw a red burn the shape of a hand print. I sighed and checked the other the shoulder. I saw the same thing. I pulled my sleeve down left the bathroom and walked into the main area of the station.

as I started to munch on a bag of chips I noticed the news paper that was slightly crumbled. I read the date and gasped. "I've been gone for 8 months?" I whispered to myself. 'I needed to get home' I thought. I looked over to the cash register and sighed feeling guilty as I opened it and pocketed most of the change and took at least five of each dollar bill. I sighed and quickly went out side looking for a pay phone.

When I found it I practically ran into the door trying to get to the phone as fast as possible. I quickly dialed scott's phone. "come on Bugs"

"hello?" he answered. His voice sounded horse and broken.

"Scott, its me" I quickly said and looked out the window of the phone booth being aware of my surroundings.

"who's me?" he said sounding a little frustrated.

"Scott it's (y/n)" I said and the line went dead. I quickly dialed again. "okay who is this really because I don't find this funny" he spoke his voice getting lower and angrier.

"Scott I promise it's me"

"don't call this number again" he said and hung up. "Damnit Scott!" I growled before slamming the phone back in its place. I hit my forehead on the wall of the booth a couple of time then noticed a old car. I quickly got out of the small box and ran to the vehicle. It was an old dented vw beatle. I quickly hot wired it and got it started. I praised God and started to race down the empty dirt road.

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After hours of driving the roads and streets started to get familiar. I sighed in relief as the familiar building and skyscrapers came into view. I thanked God as sped the car up and raced to my brother's house. When parked a block away and started to walk down the neighborhood. When I finally made to Scott's front door I noticed it was too quiet there wasn't any children's laughter to fill my ears, there wasn't any play dates with Cassie and who ever friend she had over it was completely silent..

I started to frantically knocking on the door till it opened reveling Hope. Her eyes bugged out and she covered her mouth. "good to see ya hope.. is Scott home?" I slightly smiled. She quickly snapped herself out of her gaze and opened the door more. "he's at the compound" she said leaning on the door Fram. "you want a ride over?" she asked. I shook my head no. "I got a car..

Kinda had to got back to me and Scott's old ways" I slightly chuckled. Hope softly smiled and nodded.

"we missed you... Scott isn't the same with out his partner in crime" she smiled. "how's (daughter's name) and Cassie?" I asked.

"there both over at the compound" hope answered. I nodded "I probably should head down there but I don't know how they'll handle it"

Hope didn't answer only rapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. "I missed you" I hugged her back and rested my head on her shoulder. "good luck with them" she nodded and slightly teared up.

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"I got it" I heard Peter yell then foot steps coming closer to the door. When he finally opened it he had the same reaction as hope only more emotions filled his eyes. "hay kid" I smiled. "who's at the door" I heard Tony's voice in the distance. I chuckled and wanted to cry myself. Just the sound of his voice made me happy. Tony then came into view showing how much he changed. The side of his face was slightly scared and his arm was wrapped up in the cast of some sort that looked like it came from his suit. He immediately started to cry and pushed Peter out of the way. He trapped me in bone crushing hug. He was one of my best friends and was like big brother/father to me. He pulled me away and held my face in his hands.

"are you real? Am I dreaming?" I laughed. "I'm really here Tones." he quickly pulled me back to his chest and chuckled. "I missed you" he whispered.

"I'll go find Mr. Barton and (daughter's name)" I heard Peter say and he disappeared. I pulled away from Tony.

"how's (daughter's name)?" Tony smiled. "what's can I say she's just like her mom"

"growing up too fast." Tony added as he closed the door after letting me into the building. Tony lead me into the main room were we all used to hang out and have our weekly movie nights or parties. In the corner of my eyes I noticed Peter returning and (daughter's name) was in his arms.

"momma!" she shouted and jumped out of his arms And ran to me as fast as she could. I immediately knelt down and had my arms out wide. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and held on to me. "I missed you momma"

"I missed you to baby bird." I said tearing up a bit. She grown up so much. He hair was longer and she was bit taller but still had the same adorable baby face she had the last time we were together.

"(y/n)?" I hear a deep voice say I turn round with (daughter's name) at my hip as I held on to her. It was Clint he looked tired and run down but was still handsome as ever. He still had the sparkle and cockyness in his Icy blue eyes. "hay hawk" I set our daughter down gently.

"oh my God" he ran up to me and held me face in his hands. "I'm I dreaming?" he said tearing up. I shook my head as tears started to roll down my cheeks.

"I'm here baby, I'm here" I said placing my hands on his chest. "I'm home" he slammed his lips to mine and kissed me passionately and held in to my waist holding me tight like he was afraid I'll disappear again. "I thought I lost you forever" he mumbled against my lips.

"your not getting ride of me that easy" I gigged running my fingers through his short hair. "your never dying for me again.. Okay?" he said lifting my chin up with this fingers so I would look him in the eyes. "I can't promise anything" I smirked.

"your a pain in my ass" he smirked back.

"and you love me for it" he only nodded and placed a kiss on my forehead. As he pulled away(daughter's name) came running at the both of us making Clint pick her up. He did and held her on his hip. (daughter's name) pulled on the collar of my flannel pulling me closer to her and Clint. "got my two favorite girls back" he said putting his hand on the back of me neck pulling me to him. He pressed his forehead to mine as our daughter put one of her small arms around me and other on Clint hugging us both.

Clint got his happy ending after all. Home is were the heart is they say but if you ask him he'd say as long as he had his little girl and me he's home.

[ithebookhoarder]

Hi! I was wondering if you could something where the reader is clint’s daughter and dating kate bishop? clint doesn’t know until kate takes him there to stay safe from the tracksuits. thanks!

Never meet your heroes (Kate Bishop x Barton!Reader)

A/N: Just so you know, I have changed the timeline a tiny bit for this episode (episode 2), so Kate doesn’t go back to the apartment straight away after the auction, but oh well… I'm sure you'll forgive me. ❤️ I loved writing this one so much!

Masterlist:

Y/N [8:45 PM]: Hey. So. Show was awful Calling it quits before 2nd act starts. Gonna grab dinner and head to yours after. Hope you have fun tonight… can’t wait to see you again. I’ll bring egg rolls!

Kate 🏹 [8:47 PM]: 😋 You’re amazing - did you know that? Have fun and wish me luck 🤞

Y/N [8:48 PM]: Good luck! And try not to start anything with Armaund. Not in the mood to bail you out tonight 😆

Kate 🏹 [8:49 PM]: … no promises …

Y/N [8:50 PM]: 🙄 You’re lucky you’re cute

Kate 🏹 [8:50 PM]: 😉

Y/N [10:14 PM]: Just got back - let myself in with the key. How’s party going? Hope you’re hungry btw. Brought wayyyy too many egg rolls, and some leftovers the owners gave us. 

You stared at your phone as you watched the message send. 

On one hand you knew it was probably pointless to text your girlfriend, given that she was due home any minute - or so the clock in the kitchen kept telling you. Still, part of you felt odd being in Kate’s apartment alone, with only leftover egg rolls for company. The place felt oddly empty without her in it, and sure… you were being sappy, but in all honesty you were missing her. 

It was your last night together, until after the holidays were over and you were back at school together. You couldn’t wait to sit by the weird looking Christmas tree you’d insisted she erect and open the presents you’d both brought. It was a mini Christmas before you both separated to spend the actual day with your families.  

Still, you couldn’t exactly be mad when you’d been the one to tell Kate to go to her mom’s company holiday party. You’d had plans of your own tonight, and were meant to be home later than you’d ended up being. It hadn’t made sense for Kate to simply sit around in the apartment waiting for you. Not when this party meant a lot to her mom - so you’d told her to go, that you could meet up after and spend the night together before you met up with your family in the morning. 

After all, you knew things were strained between Kate and her mom and tonight would be a good gesture to help make things better between them. Then again, most parents would be pretty pissed if their child destroyed a historic college relic, in the pursuit of a bet… It was only natural that her mom was mad - hell your parents would have been too, if they’d found out your part in the whole scheme that resulted in the collapse of the bell tower. 

Thankfully, Kate - the saint that she was - had insisted she take the fall for you and your other conspirators. As she put it: ‘she had enough money to get herself out of it’. Even if it was true it had felt a bit wrong to let her go ahead with her martyrdom, but that was your girlfriend; she was stubborn and loyal and there was no convincing her otherwise once she dug her heels in. 

Ah, Kate Bishop… you’d never met anyone like her. 

It had been a hectic whirlwind of a relationship since you’d met, back during your first few weeks at college.

In some ways, it had been fate drawing you two together, what with you both being the only two new students having signed up to the archery team’s trial day. It was rare enough that there were colleges that actually had the sport hosted, let alone that there would be new students as keen as you to try out… and that they’d be half as good too - and given the fact you’d been trained by Hawkeye himself, that was saying something. 

Speaking of your dad, however, you knew Kate admired him - scratch that, idolised him. However, you were used to giving people a false last name out of habit; it was your parent’s way of keeping you safe and distanced from everything, especially after the whole HYDRA incident had seen most of SHIELD’s intelligence splashed across the internet for anyone to see. All it took was one click and some decent wifi for people to figure out that the name Barton tied you to an Avenger. 

So, you couldn’t exactly be blamed for not being 100% honest with Kate about who you really were. 

As she’d stuck her hand out that first day and introduced herself, you’d taken it, and replied with your own name. 

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

So you’d used your Mom’s maiden name. It wasn’t a big deal at first, given that you were team mates, and then friends quickly after. But when you finally made the move into girlfriend territory… well, you’d be lying if you didn’t say you felt incredibly guilty. 

You kept meaning to tell her, but the longer things went on the weirder and more awkward the idea became. How did one tell their girlfriend that they’d lied about their identity? And that their childhood hero - who they raved about on a daily basis - was the same man who potty trained you? 

Like it or not, you’d dug yourself a hole - one you’d spent the last few weeks trying to plan a way out of. 

You were still digging when Kate used the bell tower incident as an excuse to ask you to come spend a week or so with her at her place - away from dorm mates, angry parents, and all the other distractions that came with college life. Here, in this apartment, you were in a safe bubble. 

At first, the idea of a week in New York seemed perfect given that your dad had talked about taking you and your siblings to the city for a couple days, so that you could finally use the tickets he’d been sent for the new broadway show - Rodgers: The Musical. You could meet up with them, see the show, and then fly home for the holidays as planned. 

On the other hand, it also meant you had a chance to finally come clean to Kate - especially given how honest she’d been about everything in her life at the moment. Being alone together, for a week, meant you didn’t have an excuse… well, you said that yet here you were, the night before you were meant to fly home, looking for a strong bottle of tequila to down before Kate got home and you decided to drop that little nugget of information. 

“Damn it.” 

You sighed. 

You reached into the cupboard to retrieve one of the two glasses that sat in Kate’s apartment, before making yourself comfy on the couch, your rapidly cooling egg rolls in hand. Pulling the cork from the top of the bottle, you helped yourself to a slightly generous shot of the only liquor you’d been able to find. 

The familiar burn was comforting as you downed it. 

“Could have used one of these earlier,” you muttered, reaching to pour another one. “Show seemed to last forever.” 

It really had - who knew a musical about the Avengers could be so painful to sit through? Then again, you knew it wasn’t entirely down the cheesy lyrics or irritatingly catchy tunes. No. Your dad’s sudden deterioration at the entrance of the actress portraying Natasha was indicative of the sudden nausea you had also felt at seeing your aunt’s likeness singing and dancing about… your palms had gone sweaty, and it took all the strength you had to make your shaking legs co-operate as you’d risen from your seat and hurried after him. 

To be honest, you’d been grateful to have an excuse to leave. 

You shot your brothers and sister a look as you ushered them out of the theatre, and after your dad. 

You didn’t even have to ask to know they weren’t ok… neither was your dad. After all, you felt the loss aching from within, and you’d known her a fraction of time compared to him. Hell, Aunt Nat had been family and there were some wounds time wouldn’t heal, or at least, not completely. 

Until then, you had egg rolls, tequila, and a girlfriend to help fill the void inside. 

Speaking of, your dad (and siblings) had naturally been curious about your relationship. They’d basically spent most of dinner badgering you about her, and even as you’d hailed a taxi to take you back to hers for the night. 

Standing on the street, the icy night air nipping at you all, you’d thought you’d be safe from the interrogation even for a moment. The fact you dad had chosen to stand there, rather than back inside the warm restaurant, said he was more than intrigued - and still as protective as he’d always been. There was no way in hell he’d let you stand outside on your own, even if you were now 22. 

“I’m just saying, if you don’t let us meet her soon, your brother and sisters are going to think she’s fake.”

“A fake girlfriend? Seriously?” 

Your dad shrugged, mischief clear in his eyes. “Can you blame them? Even your mom and I are starting to think you’ve gone a little loopy, in that dorm room, all by yourself, imaging a girlfriend to keep you company - ”

“Dad!”

“What?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet you love me,” he grinned, knowing it was all too true. 

Your smile gave it away, even if you were doing your best to look mock-angry at his line of questioning. At this rate, it was going to be a long couple of weeks. 

“I’m only asking. When do I get to meet this ‘very real’ girlfriend of yours, huh?” 

“Dad,” you whined, hating the fact that you were a fully grown adult that still blushed when her parents talked about your love life. “We’ve only been going out a little while and I don’t want to rush it, you know. Maybe next time? After Spring break?” 

And after I tell her who you are, you added mentally. 

“You said that before, honey,” he teased. “I just want to meet the girl you’ve spent your entire college experience raving about, that’s all. Shoot me. I’m your dad. It’s my job to be annoying and curious.” 

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Besides, we both know eventually your mom will just end up finding her on Facebook or something and have the poor kid over for dinner anyway. You know what she’s like.”

“I’ll tell her you said that.” 

“And after I brought you Chinese food?” He gasped theatrically, laughing as you rolled your eyes. “Such a traitor, jeez.” 

It was then that a cab finally noticed your hand sticking out in the road, and pulled up at the kerb. 

“Saved by the cab.” 

“You can run but you can’t hide for long, child of mine,” he teased, pulling you in to one last hug. It didn’t matter how old you got, he still would always see you as his baby, and you were honestly ok with that - as long as you got his hugs. They were pretty special. “So, we’ll meet you tomorrow morning? At the hotel?” 

“You got it.” 

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before reaching over to open the cab door. “Great. Love you.” 

“Love you too,” you echoed as you slid in and closed the door behind you. You shot him a final wave as you gave the driver the address and pulled away into the steady flow of traffic. 

And now you were here. Alone in Kate’s apartment. Waiting… watching the clock… 

Y/N [11:25 PM]: What time did you say you’d be back again? xx Thought you said 10:30? Is everything ok?

Y/N [11:27 PM]: OK. KATE. SAW NEWS. WTF. YOU OK?

Y/N [11:27 PM]: Ninjas? Really? At a holiday party?! I can’t even with this city anymore 

Y/N [11:28 PM]: Seriously Kate. You good? Call me, please. I’m worried about you.

It was probably an hour after your last text that you finally heard the door opening below. Worried sick, you’d curled yourself up in Kate’s bed, staring at your phone and waiting for some kind of signal that your girlfriend was alright. 

It was safe to say the tequila was mostly gone, as were the egg rolls - stupid stress eating, a trait you’d inherited from your father, of all people. 

Still, you had never felt relief like it before when you heard the door open and voices echoing up from below. It was probably why you were too busy to notice the fact that there were voices - plural - and not just Kate’s. 

Instead, you were too busy tossing back the covers and running down the stairs to see for yourself whether she was in one piece or not. 

“Oh thank god!” 

“Y/N? That you?”

“Katherine Bishop! You asshole. You had me worried sick. I swear to god, the next time you go to a hijacked holiday party and don’t answer your god damned phone I’ll-”

However, you’d barely made it off the bottom step when you saw that she wasn’t alone. 

Oh no. 

Dressed in an outfit that was horrifyingly familiar, she had somehow managed to bring home two extra guests. One canine and the other the very last person you’d ever have expected to come through the door… 

“Dad?”

The word was off your lips before you could fully understand what was happening, or who exactly it was standing in front of you in your girlfriend’s apartment. 

How much tequila had you drunk again? You had to be hallucinating. 

“Dad?” Kate repeated blankly, dropping her rucksack in surprise. “What-? Did you-? Dad?”

“Y/n?” 

“Dad, what are you doing here?” 

“That was about to be my question, young lady.” 

“Oh my god.”

“I’m sorry. Can we circle back to the part where you just called him dad?” 

The whole thing was a tangled chorus of questions and pointed fingers as you all stared back and forth between the four of you. Well, the dog didn’t so much point as whine and tilt his head, but the meaning was pretty much the same. 

What was happening here?

“I’m at my girlfriend’s apartment - like I said I’d be,” you finally stammered, feeling oddly defensive. Then again, that was probably due to the fact you were wearing one of her oversized sweatshirts, and not much else. Thank god it came down to your knees. “This is Kate. Kate my girlfriend, so what the hell are you doing here? And where have you been?”

You skipped Kate’s shock, putting a pin in it for the more pressing matter at hand. Sure, you hurried over and pressed a hasty kiss against her cheek, relieved she was back and in one piece. However, there were bigger issues to handle first - including the dog who was currently licking at your hand. 

That and the fact Kate was wearing your dad’s Ronin suit - something you never thought you’d see again. 

“Wait. Kate? As in, your Kate?”

At that, Kate smirked, looking both amused and offended all at once. “Your Kate? Aw… that’s cute, but um, I’m me. Kate. My Kate. As in, me is Kate. I belong to myself.” 

“Getting that, Tarzan.”

“Dad!” you groaned. 

This night couldn’t get any more awkward. 

How had it gone from Kate spending the evening at a company Christmas holiday party, to this? 

No no no. This wasn’t happening. Not like this… You’d had this day planned out in your head. When you’d finally got around to introducing Kate to your parents you had pictured it involving dinner at your house, sunshine, beers, you wearing pants - and Kate already knowing the biggest secret you’d been keeping. 

Fuck. 

“Uh, ok. Wow. Can we just - rewind here,” Kate choked, a bewildered look on her face. “I - You - sorry. Y/N? You said your last name was L/N. Not Barton. As in Y/N L/N, not Y/N ‘my dad is an avenger Barton’.” 

Double fuck. 

“It’s uh… technically, it’s my my mom’s maiden name,” you stammered. “My legal name on paperwork at school is Barton, but I go by L/N most of the time so people don’t put two and two together, you know? It’s habit and I didn’t think anything of it when we first met but then things got complicated between us, and I didn’t know how to bring it up.” 

“Bring it up? That your dad is an avenger? You didn’t think of slipping that in a conversation?”

“I didn’t want people to treat me differently.”

“So, Instead, you just let me ramble on and on like an idiot about how much I admired him and about my parents-“

“I know,” you whined, feeling yourself turning an ungodly shade of red. “I was going to tell you Kate, tonight in fact. I would have told you this week but things were just so great between us and I didn’t want to mess it up by telling you I’d lied to you.” 

“Well, hate to break it to you, but the cat’s out of the bag now.” 

“Dog, actually,” your dad chimed, as the puppy woofed loudly - as if on cue. He clearly objected to being excluded from the conversation. “And I’m sorry, but this little domestic drama you two have got going on here is going to have to wait until Miss Bishop gives me what I came for and explains what the hell happened back there tonight.” 

So she was now Miss Bishop? Yikes. That sounded even more strange coming from his mouth than you’d expected, and that was saying something. 

Why did you feel like a five year old who’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar? You hadn’t technically done anything wrong here - not to your dad, that was. Kate was a whole other issue, as was the secret that you knew she would be grilling you over for the rest of the night, if she didn’t kick you out and break up with your first, that was. 

Given how this was going so far, you couldn’t be sure that wouldn’t be the outcome. 

“What? The suit?” Kate finally managed to ask, staring down at the ninja-like attire she was wearing. “Oh… sure… right. One second.” 

She shot you a look before nodding. 

“I’ll be right back…” 

With that, she turned and began to disappear up the stairs, muttering all the while to herself about the fact Hawkeye was in her apartment. THE Hawkeye… and that you, her girlfriend, were Hawkeye’s daughter … 

You were never going to live this down. 

“Where did you get the suit?” your dad asked, somehow knowing it was best to break the ice and handle one issue at a time. The look he gave you was very much his ‘we’ll talk more about this later’ look. You knew it well from your more rebellious days a kid. 

“From a black market auction.” 

Kate’s answer stumped you. Screw your conversation with your dad, it seemed you and Kate had a lot to talk about later too. “Excuse me?”

“You bought it?” 

“Nah, not exactly,” Kate continued. 

“So what did you do in this suit?” 

“I beat some guys up. Saved the dog. A little light B&E.” 

Your dad groaned. “Jesus.” 

At least that explained the dog. That didn’t explain how Kate had found a black market auction, or got herself into so much trouble in the span of six hours. Then again, this was Kate, she often had a way of surprising you and sniffing out trouble. 

First the bell tower, now this… yeah, no wonder your dad looked rightly concerned by everything. “A 22 year old vigilante? Shouldn’t you be in school?” 

You winced. “Funny you should ask…”

Thankfully, your dad didn’t hear you. Instead, he was distracted by Kate scurrying back down the stairs, suit in one hand, bow in the other. She also had snagged you a pair of sweats, which you gratefully took and slid on, ignoring the way your dad’s eyes hastily focused on Kate and away from you changing. 

This felt like a conversation you needed pants for. 

“So, now that I’ve answered all of your questions, I have so many for you - both of you - starting with, can you sign this?”

You laughed. 

You couldn’t help it. Good lord. Of course she asked - no wonder you loved this goofball. After everything, this was what she chose to ask first. Not how you could keep this from her? Or how your dad happened to be in the city? Or what had happened tonight? But, could he sign her bow? 

“We’re not done yet.” 

“But when we are, can you sign my bow? You’re kind of my favourite avenger.”

Yep. She was adorable.  

You noticed the way your dad’s eyebrow raised, as if trying to separate the fact this was your girlfriend from whatever was going on here. Otherwise, you knew he’d be weirdly flattered, and would count it as a point in her favour - even if he hated the whole Avengers thing most of the time.

“Are you ok, by the way?” 

“That was about to be my next question,” you interjected, gesturing to the various cuts and bruises Kate seemed to be sporting on her face. “Jesus, Kate. You look like you went twenty rounds with a tiger. I know we have a first aid kit around here somewhere -” 

“Oh god, I’m fine,” Kate smiled hastily. She was quick to flash a smirk in your direction as she bragged, “You should’ve seen the other guys.” 

Your dad rolled his eyes. “I did. Tracksuit mafia.”

“That’s their name?” 

“Yes, Y/N,” he sighed, clearly uncomfortable with this whole situation. 

“That’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“Do you think they’re the ones who killed my mom’s fiancé’s uncle?” 

“I’m sorry, what?” you choked. It was your turn to be the party in the dark here. Shit, who knew holiday parties in New York were so dangerous? - something your dad seemed to also be thinking. That, and that rich people were seriously weird. Who named all their kids Armaund?

“Your mom’s fiancé’s uncle?”

“Yeah, Armaund III… of at least seven.” 

“I… I do not know.” It looked like there was a lot he didn't know and he didn't have an idea how to start addressing it either. 

God, your mom was going to milk  this story for the entire winter break at this rate.

He sighed. “What I need to know is if anybody saw your face.”

“No. Kept the mask on like a pro.” 

“Ok, cause the person who wore this suit had a whole lot of enemies.” 

You felt your stomach drop. Whilst you didn’t know everything about the time during the snap, your parents had filled you in on enough. Enough that you knew to be careful and that there were still dangers out there for your family - hence your use of your mother’s maiden name. 

“-the tracksuits were just one of them.” 

“That doesn’t sound good.” 

“You told nobody about this suit?” 

“No, just you and now Y/N.” 

“There’s no way you’re connected to this suit whatsoever?”

“No.”

“I need you to be sure.”

“I am.”

“Certain?”

“I am.”

“Really? Because you now have my daughter involved here too, Miss Bishop, and I don’t take my family’s safety lightly. Do you understand what I’m saying here?” 

You gulped. “Jesus, Dad. The whole, you hurt my daughter, I hurt you speech? What am I? Twelve?” 

It seemed to have got through to Kate, however, given the sudden palour of her face. “Yes, Hawkeye, I mean, yes sir. I mean, yes. I… I do.” 

“Well, the tracksuits must have followed you from the auction, where I found you. Did you stop anywhere before that?” 

“No, I ran into you and we’ve come here. That’s it.” 

You stopped. 

Wait. If someone had been tracking her then, did that mean that they’d - 

“Hey! Kate Bishop!”

A gruff shout from the street below told you everything you needed to know. Yes, was the answer. Yes, they had been followed, and yes, the mafia were here. 

Kate paused. “Now is probably a bad time to mention that my name is also on the buzzer…” 

“Shit.” 

That was an understatement. 

Somehow, it seemed that your fears had been answered - this night had indeed, got worse. 

[buckysxgal]

Intruders

Clint Barton x Reader | 1024 Words | Requested

This is the first thing I've written in a long while, it might not be my best work but I really like it :)

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Request: Hi there! May I please request a one-shot for a Clint Barton x Reader! Something like where the reader is sleeping in the Avengers compound while the team is out partying that night or something like that. The reader wakes up in the middle of the night due to sounds coming from from outside their room. They investigate that intruders have gotten in the tower and the reader freaks out and tries to find a way to escape. While in the process, they hide in another room and low and behold…Clint comes up from behind them and covers their mouth to keep them quiet. Basically the reader thought they were home alone, intruders come in, tries to hide, Clint finds the reader and just fluffy romance stuff that we love. I’ll leave the rest up to you!

It had been a long week, that’s for damn sure, the team decided to celebrate by going out. I however decided to take advantage of an empty tower and get some well needed sleep. The last mission we all went on really did a number on my body and I needed rest. The steam from inside the shower flooded into the bathroom as I opened the shower door. I wrapped the towel around my body and headed into my bedroom, changed into my comfiest pajamas and flopped down into bed, easing into a restful sleep.

BANG. The noise startled me awake and I leaped out of bed. I walk over to my door to open it but freeze when I hear voices coming from the hall. The team maybe. I checked my clock 12:30am. Usually when the team went out they didn’t come back until well after 4am. 

“Pick that up and lets finish looking through these rooms. It’s the Avengers tower there’s gotta be something.” a voice I didn’t recognize said as I heard the door to the room next to mine open. I placed my hand on my mouth and as quietly as possible crawled to my bathroom where I knew there was a large vent. 

I got to the bathroom and popped the vent open. I hauled my body up and into the vent as I heard my bedroom door open, I quietly put the vent cover back into place and started crawling through the vent to another room. I heard voices from underneath me, I looked through the vent cover coming up and saw people dressed in all dark clothes with masks covering their faces. They were currently exiting the room. Perfect, I’ll go in here. After they left and I heard the door shut I popped down out of the vent just to get grabbed and dragged into the bathroom. A hand covered my mouth as I thrashed around trying to get my attacker to let me go.

“Relax” a familiar voice whispered into my ear. I shifted so I could see who, I let out a sigh of relief as I saw Clint looking back at me. He took his hand off my mouth and turned me around with his hands. He did a quick scan of me. 

“Are you OK?” He asked as he placed his hands on my face inspecting it. I nodded, not wanting to speak in fear of them hearing me. It was then that I realized just how close I was to my crush. I felt my face heat up and willed my heart to stop beating so fast. 

“Do you know who those guys are?” I leaned in closer to his ear so I could whisper as quietly as possible. 

“No,” He whispered back. “I already let Tony know, just waiting for an answer.” I nodded and moved to sit down on the shower floor. He followed me, as he got situated I leaned my head onto his shoulder. I could feel his head turn down to look at me but I kept my stare forward. Clint’s phone lit up with a notification. 

“It’s from Tony” I gaze over at the screen to see that they were all on their way back. 

“Are they sober?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. 

“Well the serum prevents Steve from getting drunk, so at least he will be” I let out a quiet chuckle. I took in the situation that we were in and took a deep shuddering breath. 

“I’m not sure why I’m freaking out,” I whispered to him. He shifted a bit in his place and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

“I’m not gonna judge ya.” He rubbed my shoulder soothingly as I relaxed into his chest. I grabbed his other hand and held it in my own, seeking comfort in him. 

“I fight aliens and criminals on a daily basis and a break in is what scares me,” I let out a watery chuckle “go figure” Clint rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand. 

“We all have our fears,” I peered up at him to see him already looking down at me. I realized just how close we were and I saw his eyes flicker down to look at my lips and started to lean in. 

“Y/N? Clint?” He paused, I could feel his breath on my lips.

“I guess they are back.” I whispered.

“We should probably go tell them we’re alright.” He whispered back. All I could do was give a small nod. He slowly backed away from me and stood up, dusting off his pants before offering his hand to help me up. He turned around and before he could leave the bathroom I grabbed his hand again. A million thoughts circled my brain as he turned his head to look at me. I pulled him towards me bringing my other hand up to his face and brought my lips to his. It took him a second to respond but he did; wrapping an arm around my waist to bring me closer and his other hand came up to the back of my head.

“Well, well, well. Certainly took you guys long enough.” A voice drawled from the bathroom door. We broke our kiss and looked over to see Natasha leaning against the door frame, lazily swishing around a water bottle. She straightened herself up before motioning us to leave the bathroom.

“They are starting to look into who might’ve broken in and how. You guys might want to hurry up and come out.” She mused.

“We’ll be right there.” Clint said loosening his grip on my waist. Natasha turned on her heel and left, but not before turning back to look at us and smirked. I leant my head on his chest and let out a breathy giggle. It was silent for a few moments.

“So what do ya say we go let them know we’re alright and then we get some snacks and watch a movie?” He asked, smiling down at me. I nodded.

“Sound like a good plan” I smiled back.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Procrastination or Progression?; Clint Barton x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Alrighty first I want to say to @06gal​ for being SUPER patient with me and for this great request. So for the Avenger member I’ve chosen, I’ve decided to use our beloved Archer CLINT BARTON cause the man deserves more love and I’m super glad that HAWKEYE gave us that. Hopefully in the future I’ll come up with more Clint Bartons fics or people will come forth and ask for more Barton fics who knows. 

And also in light of FINAL EXAM time (trust me I’ve been there my people) I figured this fic and their request will help you guys out in getting through these stressful times before your WELL DESERVED summer vaca! (enjoy it while it lasts cause once you get a job, that’s not happening). But enough of that, and on with the fic! Enjoy my lovelies!

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Okay this is it! Come on girl you got this! Woo let’s do this! Gonna study up for my Spanish final, gonna pass it, and then gonna graduate and get that scholarship to Columbia University.  I break out the flashcards, get the study guide, open up my books (everything at this point is sprawled out on my floor like a crime scene) and thus I begin my studying.

And I study, and study….and study.  However now that I’m learning about the traveling section of my Spanish final, I’m starting to grow bored.  I looked at my clock and saw that I had been studying for about ten minutes so far.

“Okay, seems like a good time to take a break anyways.” I said stretching myself out and got up from the floor.  “God!” the numbness in my butt for sitting on a hardwood floor starting to spark up.  I sat against my bed trying to rub the numbness away with a comforting mattress. “Perhaps I should look into getting some carpets. Or at least put down a pillow or something.”

I left my room and headed straight for the kitchen to grab some water (gotta stay hydrated while studying right?) and there I saw dear old man Barton on the couch just flipping through the channels.

“Channel surfing again?” I teased as I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

“More like stream surfing. Jesus all these shows on all these platforms and I can’t decide what to watch.” I walked over to him and rested up against the couch but to also give him a hug.  “And what’s that for?”

“What can’t I hug my favorite Avenger?” I asked.

“Hang on, let me call Murdock and get him over here.” I playfully punched his shoulder and told him.

“You know he’s not an Avenger.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact he’s your favorite. I mean really (n/n) he’s a vigilante, they play by their own rules.”

“Now hold on don’t we as heroes play by our own rules against the government?”

“Touché but still there’s a difference between heroes and vigilantes.”

“Kinda being a hypocrite right there, aren’t yah?”

“Shut up kid.” I cackled softly and hugged him again.

“But seriously Clint. You know you’ve always been my favorite. After all you were the one to find me out on the streets shortly after I got my mind-reading powers.”

“Even if you weren’t a super-powered human, seeing you having a panic attack on the street and no one checking up on you was still a dick move.”

“And that’s why you’re my favorite. Tony wouldn’t dare do such a thing, Steve might but he could’ve been a little too overbearing which would’ve made my panic attacks worse.”

“Luckily for him you’ve been schooling him on proper panic attack after-cares. Which has also helped his friend Bucky out a lot.”

“Just thought I’d properly educate the old man especially since back then they didn’t really believe in them, at least medically they didn’t.”

“Hey don’t you have that Spanish final coming up? Aren’t you supposed to be studying?”

“I am. I just came down here to get some water.”

“¿Qué has estudiado hasta ahora?” he asked me in Spanish as he turned to me with a brow quirked, almost like he didn’t believe me.

“Saludos basicos, ocupaciones laborales y ahora viajes.” I replied back sassily.

“Okay I believe you. Damn sometimes I wish I had Murdock’s freaky enhanced hearing to know when you’re lying or not.”

“They’re not freaky and they’ve saved your ass on that one mission we crossed with him involving Kingpin.”

“First off I’m telling Steve you said a bad language word. And secondly no need to rub it in. You know my hearing aid was acting on the fritz that week.”

“Yeah, yeah sure. Geez and I thought Steve and Barnes were the ones with hearing problems, you know being over 100 years old and all.”

“Get back to your room and study.” Clint said placing his hand over my face and playfully shoved me away from the couch.

“Love you Hawkeye!”

“Yeah, yeah love you too (n/n).” I went back upstairs to my room and saw that I had spent my 2 minute break talking with Clint. Okay now back to studying.

For now I skipped the traveling and went through the oral section of the exam where questions about food, future jobs, and places to go would be asked.  I already had my answers written down so now I was just practicing them out loud.

Well all except for my places to travel.  You see, being a young Avenger I’ve already kinda been to my dream places.  Last summer I went to see the Roman Colosseum in Italy, saw the Golden gate bridge in San Francisco when Scott needed some help during spring break, and on my Christmas break got to see the Highlands of Scotland.  So there really wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to go.

And since the answers needed to be an in depth explanation of why we wanted to see them, if I put anything else that’ll prove I’ve already been there it won’t sound like a real reason why I want to go there.  And it also just takes away the ‘typical dream-esque fantasy of wishing you could go someplace but know you’ll never be able to’.

I looked at my clock and saw that another ten minutes had gone by and it was also at that time I heard my stomach softly grumble. I wasn’t quite hungry for my normal pizza roll dinner or even instant ramen.

“I wonder if Sam’s still got his secret stash of three musketeers, recess cup and Hershey kisses?” I got up and headed back downstairs and looked through every cabinet in the kitchen.  Alright come on, come on it’s gotta be around here somewhere. I know it’s here I saw him sneak out a recess cup just this morning after he, Steve and Bucky came in from their morning jog.

“You know Sam would kill you if he found you trying to steal his stash of chocolate.” Clint spoke up.  I yelped in surprise and I said.

“Please tell me I didn’t speak my thoughts out loud again.” Sometimes without even realizing it, I can project my thoughts into another person’s head which allows them to hear exactly what I’m thinking.

“As loud as Tony is when he’s piddling down at the lab with that Parker kid. And that’s not even when he starts blaring AC/DC at full volume.” Clint said as he turned to face me fully from the couch.

“I was feeling a bit peckish but didn’t feel like a full meal.”

“And who’s to say that after you get what you want that I won’t text Sam and tell him you’ve been sneaking out his secret stash?” he threatened.

“Because you’re my favorite Avenger and you love me so much?” I said with a shrug.  He crossed his arms over his chest, his brow raised skeptically.  “Because I’m always available to help fix your hearing aid when Stark’s too busy to even look at it.”

“You can keep guessing but you’re not getting any closer to not letting me snitch on you.”

“Ever heard the phrase ‘snitches get stitches’?”

“Please kid, I can take you down with one hand tied behind my back and you know it.” Well there was one thing I could say to him that’ll get him to keep my secret.

“How about—” and it kills me to say this.  “I won’t go on any serious missions throughout the rest of my college career until graduation.” He pondered the idea.

Ever since I was taken in by the Avengers, Clint’s been more of a father (mainly because he is one) more than any of the other guys on the team.  He was adamant that I go to school, at least apply to college, and if I got in, work, have fun but also succeed in school.  He never really liked me going on the ‘Avenger leveled’ missions and always wanted me to stay local or at least deal with mob-bosses and street gang level crimes (like Peter did before he became an Avengers).

So now hearing me ‘admit’ to putting my superhero career on ‘hold’ as I get a college degree, got him intrigued.

“You swear to me?” he asked.

“I swear.” I said crossing my heart.  He looked at me questioningly then said as he turned around back to the TV.

“He moved them to the top cabinet above the fridge. Caught Barnes and Nat sneaking in a couple of his kisses earlier today.” I then used my telepathic powers and opened the cabinet above the fridge and brought down Sam’s secret stash of chocolate and grabbed three recess cups and a 3 musketeers before putting the bag back on the cabinet exactly as it had been sitting and closed the cabinet up.

“Best part of these powers is getting things from the top shelf all by myself.”

“Great kid, don’t get cocky.” Clint said.

“Okay Han Solo. Now you promise to not snitch on me.”

“I promise.” Clint said crossing his heart. I nodded firmly but stopped to run up and hug Clint once again before heading back upstairs and ate my newly required chocolate before I resumed my studying.

The next 45min were basically the same thing. I’d study for 10 minutes before going downstairs to get something or talk to Clint for about 2 minutes, then before I came back upstairs I would give him a hug.  I was now in the final stretches of my studying and I felt like maybe this time I could probably end the study session now and just go and talk to Clint now.

But right as I opened the door, I was taken by surprise to see Clint right there at my door.

“Oh Jesus old man, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” I exclaimed.

“And I thought I was supposed to be the one with the heart problems.” He said sarcastically.  “How’s the studying going?”

“Great. Real good, just uhh—wanted to head downstairs to get something.”

“I don’t think so.” He then came barging into my room.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Didn’t anyone ever tell you to ask permission before you enter someone else’s room.”

“Tell that to Vision.” He said going over to my flashcards and skimmed through them.

“What are you doing?”

“The better question is what are you doing?”

“I’m—not following.”

“For the past hour you say you’d be up here studying but then every ten minutes you would come downstairs where I’m at and claim some sort of thing you need, then end that brief interaction with a hug. Now normally I don’t mind getting hugs from you kiddo, but this—this is starting to get suspicious.”

“Clint I swear I am studying it’s just that…..”

“Just what?” he asked as he sat down at the foot of my bed.

“You’re gonna think it’s weird.”

“Kid, I’ve fought off aliens, I work with a demi-gods and superhumans, fought off an army of AI robots, and I do all of that with a bow and arrow. Nothing seems weird to me anymore.” I softly chuckled.

“Okay. I uhh—” I sat down at my computer desk.  “It’s always been this way for as long as I can remember. But when it comes to studying something either too difficult or draining, I take a ten minute break from my hour study session and I—I always need to hug someone. After everything that’s happened to me I…..I need some sort of stress reliever that doesn’t involve drugs or bad habit like picking at my hair or biting my nails. Hugging someone during studying make me feel grounded and not so stressed out.”

“Come here kid.” I walked over to him and he wrapped an arm around me.  “Was it difficult or draining?”

“A bit of both. Some things I’m able to remember but there are others that I’m just—they just aren’t clicking as the other topics are, you know?”

“Trust me, I know. Back when I was in school, studying came hard for me too. Especially with my hearing. Sometimes my hearing aid would fritz right in the middle of the lecture, and it didn’t help that some of my teachers would cover the board with their bodies, move away for a brief second to let us see what they wrote and then just erased it.”

“Sounds like my biology teacher. No one can understand a word she says cause she’s so quiet and has a low voice like one of those robocalls.” I said.

“So I get it. How about this, tomorrow I help quiz you on some of this stuff. Cause I get it, studying by yourself is boring, but with someone else quizzing you, it keeps the brain more focused and alert to what it is you’re trying to say.”

“You mean it?”

“Heck yeah. Gotta make sure you pass that final right?”

“Right. God I cannot wait till I’m finally done with school completely. No more exams, no more homework, and no school drama about whose sleeping with whom or whose got the most followers on Snapchat or TikTok. Especially the dumb TikTok challenges.”

“I know, what is wrong with your generation and licking public toilet seats or eating Tide pods?”

“Don’t ask me, just be grateful that I’m not one of those dumbasses.”

“I would rat you out to Steve about using that word but I’ll let it slide because you’re right. Kids who do dumb shit like that are dumbasses.”

“Ha! Now I can say to Steve that it’s you whose influencing my language!” I raced out of my room.

“Oh no you don’t yah little—come back here!” he exclaimed as he chased after me.

By the end of the school year, I passed all my finals including my Spanish one, graduated with Honors and was soon working my way to gaining my scholarship to Columbia University.

[writingoddess1125]

You take care of their hair

You x One Peice Characters

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Luffy, Buggy, Mihawk, Sanji, Zoro, Usopp

Buggy

Buggy hair is long and truthfully very beautiful. He takes pride in it secretly even if he doesn't let anyone know- When you get there and start taking care of his hair it flourishes.

"You have such pretty hair!" Yoj gush as you moisturize the long blue locks

"SHUT UP!"

He is like a l'oreal model at this point and will step out to do shows with his hair down sometimes. Loves it when you wash his hair too and will make cute noises when you scratch his scalp. Enjoys the nice scents you add to his hair as well.

"Oi- I like the Candy Apple scent more-"

Sanji

Oh Sanji is a sap for this, Taking your willingness to care for his hair as a show of love- however that's for you to decide if it is.

"If this is how we say we love each other I gladly accept~"

His hair can be a bit tricky, It's a lot thicker then most would assume and can hold scents of whatever he was cooking. Paired with the fact his hair will be lighter on top compared to the bottom due to the sun bleaching it. However he does love it and finds cleanliness important.

"Vanilla please my love~"

Luffy

He is a struggle- Getty Luffy lanky ass in the bath is a pain in the ass and washing his hair is even more troubling. His wide curls like just act as a magnet for everything it seems and you have to go picking through it.

"Is this a damn cookie?!"

Once you get his hair to be a untangled it's really pretty. Dark shiny curls that reflect the sunlight like a halo. While he still fussed he's more willing as time goes. Will randomly talk about whatever comes to mind, or eat snacks as you comb through his hair.

"I like the Ocean Breeze soap more (Y/N)"

Zoro

Oh Zoro- He tries to dodge you every chance he gets. It takes you catching him when he was hiding in the storage closet and ended up falling asleep.

"You smell like a barn- Move you ass..." You will threaten. Making him grumbled but comply non the less.

He's just as bad as Luffy but will just sit and pout as you wash his hair. Luckily it's short but it can get very oily- especially with how much he trains. You will also help him trim his hair, keeping it as even as possible. While he doesn't say it, he does appreciate the care. Will fall asleep as you do his hair.

"Mint- Mint is fine..."

Usopp

While you do wash his locs for him most of your time is spent separating and retwisting them. Buying good oils for his hair and spending a least and few solid hours retwisting the new growth on his hair.

"How does your hair grow so fast?!"

You question as you sort through the locs one by one and every two weeks washing them and reapply products to them. Usopp appreciates the help truthfully, since it takes away something he has to do for himself. He will tell stories as you do his hair, talking about made up adventures and tell jokes.

"Hmm I am tied between the Coconut scent or the Passionfruit both remind me of this amazing adventure I had once-"

He picks both.

Mihawk

Mihawk is used to doing his own hair, smoothing it back to fit under his had with ease. However when your jolly ass appears it seems you must take control of the situation.

He doesn't mind however, enjoying the pampering. Enjoys the sensation of you running your fingers through his hair. His Hair needs some serious moisture so you add a small bit of oil to it, Especially since his hair is surprisingly thick, dense and likes to frizz. It's not surprising to find some fuzzies from his hat in his hair as well.

"Your hair spikes up so much- Like a chicken ass-"

Will grumble in disagreement of the comparison however continues to let you handle his hair, will also take care of his beard and adds nice beard balms as well as line it up for him- If he feels like letting you. Will read while you do it and sip his favorite wine.

"The bergamot scent is very nice-

[headcanonthings]

Natasha: People keep calling Clint the epitome of a golden retriever. Natasha: He is not. Natasha: He is a raccoon that has been too socialized by people and now cannot be released back into the wild.

[cozage]

Hi hope you are having a good day

I wanted to know what would it be like if, Mihawk, Shanks and Buggy had a female s/o that was basically like inosuke from demon slayer, they are a bit dumb but will pick a fight with everyone, and they only wear a bandaged top with like shorts or smt.

You guys have been asking me lots of questions and making me feel loved so here is this!!! (And maybe more spicy things to come later this week 👀)

Characters: female reader x Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy Wordcount: 850 CW: the last bullet point in all of them that are a little spicy

She’s Kinda Stupid, but…

Mihawk

This man is literally so tired. He’s so tired. 

Will very often say things like “I didn’t know I was in charge of three children.” (yes Perona and Zoro are his CHILDREN okay) or “Are you acting your age today, or are we pretending you’re six years old again?” or “I’ve met dogs more behaved than you.” (it’s all coming from a place of love and he knows you won't take offense because you don’t take offense to anything)

You’re a brat and he knows it (and loves it). He loves you but god you are so much work when the two of you are out in public. He feels like he can’t take his eyes off you or you’ll end up in a fight with some random guy because he looked at you funny. 

Most of the time he doesn’t acknowledge your shenanigans. When you fight with someone, he’ll grab your wrist and physically pull you away from them, usually with some kind of snide remark. 

Sometimes you’re justified, though. And when that happens, he gives the guy who wronged you five seconds to apologize before he sets you loose. Most of the time the guy sees Mihawk and apologizes, but the swordsman secretly hopes the guy won't apologize. And on the few occasions they don't apologize, he smirks as he releases you. 

He always has to pull you off the guy because you just don't know when to stop. In all truthfulness, it kind of gets him hot and bothered, but he always pretends to be irritated. “You’re psychotic. Do I need to teach you how to behave?” he scolds, his gold eyes scanning your body. “I can think of a few ways to get you to listen.”

Shanks

Shanks adores you. Cheers you on. Loves watching you cause absolute chaos. Why? Because you are him without a conscience. 

Shanks knows when he needs to flip the switch from polite to fight, but you don’t. You are always at 100%, your most authentic self 24/7. And he absolutely adores that about you. Even if that means that sometimes you take it a bit too far. 

Sometimes Shanks will even use your emotions to his advantage. “Can you believe that guy just did that?!” or “Talk about rude!” knowing full well you’re ready to throw down whoever wronged you or him. 

The absolute only time that Shanks will stop you from fighting someone is when you all are in a building. He’s had to pay SO MANY owners back for you destroying glassware and furniture and plenty of other damaged goods. You learned pretty quickly that the first words out of your mouth should be “Wanna take this outside?!” because if you were outside then Shanks didn’t stop you. 

The first few fights, he watched carefully, making sure he would be able to jump in if he needed to. The next couple of fights, he watched you with an amused look, excited to see how you were going to beat up the guy (and just to make sure you would win). Nowadays, he doesn’t even feel the need to go outside with you, but sometimes he does just to cheer you on. 

After your victory, he always rewards you with a bunch of kisses and sings your praises. He pulls you onto his lap at the bar, making sure everyone knows you're his. “You did so well. I loved how you stomped that guy into the dirt,” he’ll coo, dotting kissing across your neck. “How about later I show you just how proud I am of you, okay?”

Buggy

You never cease in stressing this man out. He is always on high alert now because of you. 

Stealth missions? Forget it. Normal day in town? Absolutely not. He BEGS you to be a normal human being in public. To have an ounce of self preservation. But you cannot comprehend that. People who talk shit deserve to get hit.

He is constantly running after you, screaming at you to stop fighting people for no reason. Sometimes he’ll even jump in front of your punches to try and de-escalate it (which of course doesn’t work and results in you just punching him in the face). You don’t even feel bad, you just scream at him to get out of the way and beat up the other guy even more since he made you hurt your boyfriend.

If anyone makes fun of him, he doesn’t even have a chance to scream at them anymore. You’re already pounding their face into the ground. And every time you do, he falls in love with you a little bit more. 

“That’s right, that’s my baby!” he screams, watching you smugly walk away from some guy’s beaten body. “Let’s go celebrate, you can do whatever you want.” He grabs your hand, practically pulling you back to the ship.

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Y/N zip lines in and kicks a thug away from Kate…

Y/N: hi

Kate: hey youre gorgeous…what?

Clint hugs Y/N…

Clint: thanks for coming

Y/N: sure thing dad

Kate: d-dad?! you’re his—?!?

Y/N: yep. Who’s your partner, Dad? She’s beautiful

Clint: Y/N Kate, Kate Y/N

Y/N: pleasure to meet you Katie (winks)

Kate: (whispers) I know what I want for Christmas

[heliads]

Hi! I have a couple of requests, but of course, please don’t feel rushed and take your time on these!

• Newt x Reader (The Maze Runner): The reader is introduced to Ava, and Ava takes a liking to the reader. She gives the reader “special treatment” but it’s just a plan to get information out of the gladers and to use her. Ava tries to use the reader a a test subject but the boys & teresa get there just in time. (Didn’t realize how long that was, I’m so sorry!!!)

• Eric Coulter x Reader: The reader is a new found leader with Eric and Four. Some of the boys try to hit on her but Eric gets a little protective

• Clint Barton x Reader: Clint introduces you to the team as his girlfriend

hi! the newt and eric fics are linked in my masterlist :))

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Your boyfriend may be the one risking his life every day when he’s out fighting alongside his team, but you swear that you’re more nervous now than he’s ever been. You’re not taking on alien threats, nor sentient robot killing machines, but something worse. You have to meet the Avengers. 

You’ve already been agonizing over this hopeless turn of events for a solid hour by the time Clint finally intervenes. He stands up from his seat in the corner of the room and walks over to you, gently taking your hands to stop your frenetic pacing. 

“Y/N, it’s going to be alright, I promise. They’re going to love you.”

You eye him suspiciously. “Do you really know that, though? What if they’ve been lying to you about their ‘meeting girlfriends’ policies?”

Clint chuckles. “Love, I’m an agent. I’ve been monitoring these guys for years. Trust me, I know exactly what their standards are, and I also know that you exceed all of them by a long shot.”

You arch a brow. “Do I, though?”

He smiles. “Yes, you do. Honestly, I would be more worried about you being disappointed with them. I think most of them are kind of boring, barring Nat of course.”

You nod solemnly. “Nat is my favorite. Barring you, of course.”

Clint’s smile grows sarcastic. “Ha, ha. I should hope so.”

You smile as well, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “Always. Now, when are we going again?”

The answer is now, right now. You’re allowed one final grace period of five minutes or so to panic, then collect yourself and head to the door with Clint. He tucks your hand into his arm like he’s a proper gentleman, which makes you laugh. Nothing about Clint has ever been proper, especially not the fact that he makes his living by shooting people with arrows like he’s a real life Robin Hood. 

Still, the aforementioned Robin Hood activities are what led to you meeting him in the first place. It had happened during the battle of New York, when he and his team were fighting against the Chitauri. Clint had saved your life, then accidentally turned up at a coffee shop a few days later at the exact same time as you. 

Rather than ignore the man who made sure you weren’t yet another one of the missing, you stayed and talked with him, and now you’ve been dating for what could either be a matter of months or forever. 

You’ve known all along what dating an Avenger would entail, and it certainly stresses you out whenever he has to go to war against the latest global threat, but you’ve never had to worry about meeting the others. Nat already took it upon herself to talk with you after she learned you were dating Clint, but you didn’t mind that. 

Spending time with the entire team at once, though, is a completely different story. You’re not going to pretend that you haven’t had imposter syndrome at least a couple times as it relates to your relationship with Clint. Why should an Avenger, especially a spy that’s seen so much of the world, want to date a civilian?

Clint still manages to convince you of it every day. There’s a certain quiet to his expression whenever he’s with you, a peace that isn’t there whenever he comes home from work at the Avengers complex. It’s like you can see the tension unraveling from his limbs the longer he’s with you. You remind him that he’s human, Clint says, that he has something to fight for other than the nameless world. You make him want to keep coming back, day after day, just so he can chase that feeling of not being alone. 

You can only hope that the Avengers pick up on that, too. Clint drives you over to the complex, and you spend the ride staring out of the windows, trying to practice what to say. You know how to talk to Natasha, obviously, she’s practically a sister to you now, but what about the others? How do you relate to Tony Stark, for goodness’ sake?

Before you know it, Clint is pulling into a parking space, and walking around the car to open your door. You walk with him to the door, then stand silently in the elevator as it ferries you up to your doom. 

Just before the elevator arrives, Clint faces you one last time. “Remember, you’re going to be fine. I promise you, these guys are more scared of meeting you than you are of meeting them. They’ve probably been planning out their first impressions for days.”

You manage a weak laugh. “I don’t think Thor, God of Thunder, really has to worry about making a mortal think he’s cool.”

Clint arches a brow. “You’d be surprised. He’s already asked me what your favorite flower is at least twice.”

You grin. “And what did you tell him?”

Clint harrumphs. “I didn’t tell him anything. I won’t have a Norse deity trying to steal my girlfriend away from me.”

You laugh. “He couldn’t if he tried. I’m here to stay.”

A satisfied smile crosses Clint’s face. “Oh, I know, I just like hearing you say it.”

You elbow him in the side. “Mean.”

He laughs quietly just as the doors slide open with a crisp ding. You feel the butterflies in your stomach start to surge about again, all flapping wings and rising heartbeats, but one glance over at Clint and you’re able to calm yourself again. You have every right to be here. 

Clint leads you down a set of corridors and into a wide open space full of floor to ceiling windows and friendly lighting. There are couches and chairs sprawled in a half circle, some the same industrial upholstery as every other piece of furniture in the complex, and others that seem as if they’ve been dragged here from apartments and attic sales for the sheer goal of making the facility seem livable. 

A small crowd of heroes sits clustered on the various chairs, but they stand when they see you and Clint approach. As expected, Tony Stark is the first one to speak. He eyes you curiously, as you could be harboring moving gears and sparking wires, something that could endear you to him. 

“So, you’re Y/N. I have to say, I feel betrayed. I thought Katniss over here would either be dating an agent or an arrow, but you’re very normal.”

You smile. “I think that’s a compliment, so thank you.”

He flashes you a disarming grin. “Always a compliment. Barton says that one of my greatest strengths is building other people up. He’s a big fan of mine.”

Clint coughs pointedly. “I don’t remember saying anything of the sort.”

“Nonsense,” Natasha says, materializing out of the corner of the room to head your way, “I can picture him saying that all the time. Don’t you agree, Y/N?”

You laugh, throwing your arms around the redhead’s shoulders. “Absolutely.”

Bruce Banner frowns from where he hovers at the very outskirts of the commotion. “Wait, Natasha, I didn’t realize you knew Y/N. I thought she’d never met any of us before.”

Nat grins. “I would never pass up the opportunity to question the girl dating my closest friend. I will have you know that she’s passed all of my tests.”

You raise a brow. “I’m glad to hear it.”

Steve Rogers crosses the room next, holding his hand out so the two of you can shake like reputable businessmen. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”

From across the room, Tony shouts something in agreement as he reaches for a small glass in a wood lacquered cabinet. “Tell me about it. I’ve never heard Barton say so much in years, specifically when he isn’t complaining. You want a drink?”

This last part is directed at you, but you shake your head. “I’m fine, thanks. I think I want all my wits about me in this crowd.”

Clint chuckles. “Damn right. If you’re not careful, Banner and Stark will talk you into signing up to volunteer in their labs. If they offer you a tour, back away slowly.”

Bruce frowns. “We only had one explosion while you were there. I don’t see why that makes you want to warn your girlfriend away.”

Clint exchanges a look with you. “Yeah, I can see I was overreacting when I had to pick shards of test tubes out of my armor for days afterward. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

You just laugh. “Consider me warned. Is there anything else I should know before plunging myself into danger?”

A deep voice sounds from down the hall, and moments later, a tall, blond figure emerges into the room. “Only that you shouldn’t walk away from this place without getting the chance to know all of us. I, for one, am quite delighted to meet you.”

Your smile broadens, partially at the spoken sentiment and also at the look of consternation flickering across Clint’s face when he hears Thor’s declaration. Your boyfriend has always been good at maintaining a poker face, but this may be testing him a little too well. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Thor. How’s Asgard?”

He inclines his head gravely. “It is a wonderful place, as always. Perhaps I could show you sometime soon.”

Clint cocks his head to the side. “You’ve never offered any of us that chance.”

“Not all do you deserve it,” Thor says blandly. It takes everything in you to not burst out laughing at the faces of every Avenger in this room. 

However, funny or not, you do owe it to your boyfriend to stand by him. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ve already sworn to go on a trip with Clint over the next couple of days. I don’t want to miss out on our time together, so I’m afraid I’ll have to put Asgard on hold for the time being.”

Thor seems to accept this, and claps Clint on the shoulder. “A worthy response. The two of you are good for each other. I can see it.”

With that, the god leaves the room again, leaving the remaining Avengers and yourself to stare at each other with mirror expressions of bafflement and humor. 

Tony breaks the silence at last. “Well, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t interesting around here. I may never understand him, but who does?”

You grin. “Yeah, I’m starting to get that.”

Looking around at the assembled heroes, you think you can understand why Clint chose to stay on the team instead of going back to being a solo S.H.I.E.L.D. agent once more. It isn’t just because he wants chances to protect the people of this world, he’d get that as an agent, too. 

It’s because of this team, the Avengers. There is a sense of belonging that ties all of them together, even when they’re poking fun at each other. No reason they’re always able to fight and win their battles, even despite terrible odds. In a place like this, with a team like this, anyone would feel inspired to give their all. 

You’re glad that you went with Clint to meet the team, even though you were nervous at first. This is his family, in a way. Now, it’s yours, too. That sounds pretty good to you. 

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Love interest | Hailee Steinfeld

Pairing: Hailee Steinfeld x Reader

Request: Hailee Steinfeld x reader: Reader is in a Marvel movie and plays Kate's love interest and while they're on a break, and whenever Jeremy and Florence catch the two doing a couple thing, they poke fun both for that.

A/N: This is my first ever Hailee fic, I hope you like it!

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You're on set filming for Hawkeye. You play a character that they're introducing to the show as a love interest for Kate, meaning you spend most of your shooting days with Hailee and quickly grew close with the woman. You had met her a few times before being cast on Hawkeye together, same as with Florence and Jeremy, but never more than a quick hello at a premier.

The whole process of Hawkeye had been an amazing experience for you. When you auditioned for the love interest part, Hailee had already been cast as Kate. So, you were brought in for a chemistry read with her. It was clear to the casting director even before the two of you even started reading lines, that this was a great combination. Of course, you still had to read the lines, but that just made it even more clear that they had found the perfect combination.

You've become great friends with your castmates, it was really a fun team. You had gotten especially close with Hailee and Florence, since you were all around the same age. So, it was no surprise to Florence and Jeremy that when they came back from filming their scene they found you and Hailee hanging out together. However, Florence noticed there was something different about it this time, the two of you were sitting very close together. Florence raised her eyebrow to Jeremy who just shrugged his shoulders. Florence took that as a sign to drop it. For now, at least. They joined you for lunch until you and Hailee were called to the main stage for your next scene.

When you were done with, yet another scene Hailee went back to your trailer with you and stayed to hang out. It was nice not being in your trailer all alone, you definitely hadn't gotten used to that part of being in the acting business.

In your trailer you grabbed the both of you a drink before joining Hailee on the couch. "You did amazing in that scene, Hails." You complimented her as you handed her the drink. She clinked it against yours and said, "You were pretty amazing yourself, babe." You blushed at the nickname and tried to hide your face by looking the other way. Luckily Hailee didn't notice, or at least she pretended that she didn't.

You turn on the TV and continue watching the show you had started together during your breaks. Not soon after you pressed play the two of you were sitting right next to each other again, knees and shoulders touching. It gave you butterflies in your stomach instantly, but you loved it.

Halfway through the episode a scary scene came on you hid your face in Hailee's neck, she reacted with a small chuckle and placed her arm protectively around your shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." You stayed in the comfort of her hold. Your head laying on her shoulder and her arm hanging comfortably around you.

You were too comfortable to get up when you heard a knock on your door, so you loudly spoke, "Come in." With that the door opened and Florence and Jeremy walked in. Florence noticed the way the two of you were sitting. With a big smile on her face she said to Jeremy, "See, I told you something was going on with those two." This time Jeremy agreed, "Okay okay, you're right.” Then he turned to you, “But love birds, we've got a group scene in 10. So, let's put a hold on the cuddling and get to work, shall we?" He might have some seniority over you, but you all know he was messing with you just as much as Florence was.

Florence and Jeremy leave your trailer with a blushing Hailee and you behind them. Their jokes don't stop you from reaching out for Hailee her hand though. Once they touch Hailee smiles and intertwines her fingers with yours. You walk the rest of the way with the biggest smile on your face.

When you're done filming for the day Hailee walks up to you. "Hey, do you maybe want to go out and get some dinner with me?" She looks a bit nervous before she adds, "Like as a date." Your smile grows even bigger. "I would love to go on a date with you!"

"Yay, I'm so excited." Hailee says as she moves closer to give you a hug. "How about I pick you up from your trailer in about 30 minutes? That way we both have time to take a quick shower and change into our own clothes." You agree with the time and you both head your separate ways.

Exactly half an hour later Hailee knocks on your trailer door. "Hi, are you all ready to go?" You nod and step out of the trailer, "I am." You say taking the hand she reaches out to you.

You have an amazing time at dinner, so much so that you both don't want the night to end yet and end up walking along the river for another hour. Around 10pm Hailee said you should probably get back since you both had an early call-in tomorrow. So, you started walking back to her car.

She drove you back to your rental apartment and even walked you to the door. You thought it was adorable. "So... what are your thoughts on kissing on the first date?" Hailee asks, her eyes glued to yours. As a way of answering her question you lean in, she notices what you're doing and closes the distance. It was a short but sweet kiss, which left you both smiling.

"I'll see you tomorrow, y/n. Goodnight!" Hailee says taking a small step back. "Goodnight Hailee, I had a lot of fun tonight." After saying she did too, Hailee started walking to her car. "Wait Hails, my car is still at the studio!" You call after her.

She turns around, "Oh yeah, I totally forgot. How about I pick you up at 7? I'll bring coffee and breakfast burrito's." She says to convince you. "That sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow bright and early then, goodnight Hails." And with that you walk into the apartment and lay down in your bed thinking back of the day.

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hi could i request something for zoro law shanks and mihawk to them harming their s/o from an enemies devil fruit power like they got possessed/controlled and when the sitstuoon was handled they gain consciousness and realize what they’d done? thank you have a lovely day !!! i love your writing 🫶

DESCRIPTION: They hurt you while controlled by a devil fruit

WARNINGS: angst, descriptions of injury, hurt to comfort

CHARACTERS: Zoro, Law, Shanks, Mihawk

WORDS: 2,782

A/N: haven't done some angst in a while so heres some. hopefully you liked what I came up with for this request.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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ZORO

The last thing Zoro remembered was his opponent managing to get within touching distance, a stupid move he’d thought but then they dropped their weapon to slam their hand against his chest. It felt like he was drifting asleep, his limbs were becoming heavier and his vision with blurring and darkening. Before all his consciousness slipped away the words of his opponent echoed in his head. “Find your Captain and kill him.” He should have laughed at that ridiculous order, should have told them they’d regret the words from even passing their lips. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. There was only darkness and the absent feeling of his fingers tightening around the hilts of his swords, ready to take up the hunt. 

He didn’t know how long had passed, but slowly the haziness began to lift and Zoro began to process his surroundings. If he felt like he was waking, why didn’t he feel rested? Why did he feel sore and tired. His fingers flexed and he frowned to only feel one sword in his hand. Zoro blinked and looked around in confusion. He no longer stood in the room he had been in and his opponent was nowhere to be seen. Instead he was now standing at the top of a staircase, his gaze drifted to the bottom of the steps and his heart stopped in terror to see your limp form lying there with his sword pierced through your stomach. 

It was all a blur after that, racing down the steps and yelling as loud as he could for Chopper. Zoro remembered crouching near your form with hands shaking for the first time in a long while. What was he to do? What had he done? Was this how he’d lose you? He felt sick. This couldn’t be happening. 

The next thing he knew he was on the ship, a day later and sitting at your bedside wishing for you to open your eyes. He glared at his hands as he replayed everything. Being told that he was like a man possessed, set on finding Luffy to kill him. How you intercepted him and drew his attention long enough to fight while the others tried to find a way to snap him out of whatever power was controlling him. They’d been just a little too late it seemed. It sickened Zoro to see the bandages around your form, knowing the damage that lay beneath them. If it hadn’t been for your own skills he would have certainly killed you.

“Stop…” Zoro’s head snapped up to see you weakly turning your head to stare at him. The pain was evident in your eyes but he was shocked to see you weren’t looking at him with the hate he deserved. Sluggishly you placed your hand on his. “Stop beating yourself up for this…it’s not your fault.”

“The hell it isn’t.” Zoro growled getting to his feet but he couldn’t bring himself to step away from the bed or remove himself from your touch. “Those wounds are my doing. I nearly lost you.”

“But you didn’t. I stopped Sanji from being the one to fight you. It was my decision and I held my own against you. You only won because I didn’t know the stairs were behind me.” 

Zoro knew what you were doing. If he voiced any pity for you and your injuries or blamed himself it would be an insult to you as a fighter. With a long sigh he sat down again and curled his fingers to tightly squeeze your hand. Leaning down he pressed a long kiss against your hand, his good eye slipping closed when your free hand settled on his head. Zoro found it comforting and shocking that even with what you’d endured because of him, there was no hesitancy in your actions. Even with the pain you were in, keeping him calm and reassured came to you so naturally. “I swear I will spend the rest of my life proving that I’m a man worthy of your love.” He vowed vehemently against your skin.

LAW

As a doctor Law was very good at severing emotion from his work especially when it came to performing surgery that one moment of hesitation could mean certain death. This however was something he didn’t think he’d ever have to do. His hands shook as he tried to force his mind to focus and separate his feelings but it was impossible. It was you, heavily injured and slipping closer and closer to the brink where not even he could save you. He knew what needed to be done but he couldn’t shake the feeling that his hands were tainted, that he shouldn’t have the right to touch you ever again. After all it was his fault you were in this state. 

He’d gotten cocky when he was fighting a rival group of pirates and in that moment one had gotten the better of him and used that weakness to retreat, leaving Law to turn on his crew. He saw those closest to him as frightening enemies and he attacked with the intent to kill which was evident by the injuries he’d given you. Had you been anyone else, if you hadn’t been as strong as you were the attacks would have killed you. Law couldn’t help but shudder at the thought. For now he had to keep every ounce of his mind on you because he would not lose you, he couldn’t. 

When you woke, the pain and heaviness on your body was unlike anything you’d felt before. More importantly you felt fear. You were alive and as you looked around the room you saw that you were alone. You knew how serious your injuries were and if you were still breathing and Law wasn’t with you, had he don’t the unthinkable? Had he used his ultimate ability of his Devil Fruit to grant you life while extinguishing his? Just as you were about to get out of bed and find someone the door opened and relief flooded you to see Law enter. 

Now knowing you didn’t need to worry you sank back against the pillows and let out a small breath only to groan when the action caused pain to flare in your body. Immediately Law was at your bedside and at first you were going to smile but it faltered when you saw the coldness in his eyes as he checked you over. Doing only what was needed of his as your doctor and nothing more. Your eyes zeroed in on the surgical gloves he was wearing. When you opened your mouth to speak, he got in there first, cutting off your attempt. “Save your energy, you’ve only just woken up. Now that your condition is stable, I’ll let one of the others take over for your general care.”

“I refuse their care.” You answered immediately, you might have almost died but that wasn’t going to kill your stubbornness. When Law looked up to glare at you, you smirked in satisfaction to see his ‘heartless and distant’ facade had slipped momentarily. “I only want you or no-one at all.”

“No you don’t.” This time Law’s voice was hollow, the shame of what had happened finally coming to the surface.

“Don’t tell me what I want.” Your tone softened but the force of it was still there. You needed to reassure him that you didn’t hold him accountable for when he was under another’s control. Reaching forward you took his hands into yours and pulled off the gloves, smiling to finally see his tattooed hands exposed. “There that’s better.”

“What I did-” Law began to protest but stopped when you lifted his hands to lightly press a kiss against his knuckles. How could you show such adoration to his tainted hands?

“You saved my life.” Your answer was simple but clear that you would speak no more about it. “Come and lie beside me, you know I can’t sleep without you.” Law gave a small, shaky smile and settled down beside you with the utmost care so that his actions caused you no discomfort whatsoever.

SHANKS

“You really don’t remember me?” The barmaid pouted playfully at Shanks as she set his drink in front of him. He kept his expression its usual one of friendliness and gave a small shrug to the woman and shook his head. He was an explorer and adventurer, he’d visited countless islands and met many many people. To remember every single person was practically impossible, even for him. “Aw you’re going to make me cry.” The woman was joking of course and for Shanks it was a relief that his lack of memory didn’t cause her any genuine upset. Quickly his gaze flickered across the crowded bar to meet your stare. 

You only grinned in amusement at the attention he was getting. He was a handsome man and it was a daily occurrence that people would throw themselves at him but the outcome was always the same, he’d let them down gently and it was you he’d share his bed with. Still though outside of the long term members, not everyone in the crew knew about the two of you and you were both content with that. “Can I refresh your memory?” Shanks blinked and watched the barmaid slide into the open seat beside him. “I think once I tell you, your life will change completely.” 

Shanks had to admit, that was an interesting opening line and he wasn’t really one to back down from a statement such as this one. So he smiled and gestured for the woman to continue. The barmaid’s eyes lit in excitement and she leant forward, her hand settling against his wrist and the second her hand made contact, Shank’s body became rigid as he peered into the woman’s eyes. “Three years ago you killed the love of my life. Now I’m going to teach you the pain of such a loss. Kill your lover or if you don’t have one then the member of your crew you care for the most will do.” Simultaneously the woman stood and left the table the same time that Shanks’ gaze locked onto your form again. 

When Shanks finally came to his senses, the crew were back on the open seas all of them knowing that their Captain had been under the influence of a Devil Fruit. As the last thing he remembered came to his mind, panic set in and he hurried to find you, fearing that whoever that barmaid truly was had succeeded in making him do the one thing that he’d sworn he’d never do; cause you any sort of harm. Finally he came to a stop in the doorway of the medical room. His heart sank to see you lying in the bed, bandages visible and he dreaded to think what lay beneath them and your clothes. Worst of all was the thick band of bruises around your throat. While he felt sickened at what he saw, he could only find some small sense of comfort that he hadn’t taken his sword with him to the tavern that night otherwise he might have truly killed you. “I’ll leave you two alone.” Hongo told him softly before leaving and closing the door behind him. Alone, Shanks approached your bedside.

“Oh, love what did I do to you?” Shanks sighed tiredly and heavily, flinching when your eyes opened and you looked at him calmly. 

“Not…you.” You managed out, your usual cheerful and soothing voice came out as a painful rasp. Shanks sighed, of course you wouldn’t blame him. It was the woman and her unnerving ability that did this. 

“I was careless though.” Shanks told you, becoming deadly serious which was a rarity. “That’s not going to happen ever again. We’re going to track that woman down and show her and the world what happens when they dare to target the one I love.”

MIHAWK

You knew Mihawk was a force to be reckoned with, the very first time you’d met your now lover had been an intense fight so you had firsthand experience at how formidable an opponent he could be. However after all those years you’d never expected to be pursued by him so seriously again and it didn’t seem like seducing him or appealing to his better judgement would work in this occasion. You’d both suspected that a few new recruits to Cross Guild were actually spies and had been proven right when you’d confronted them. Together you and Mihawk had taken down most of them but one managed to escape by using their Devil Fruit on Mihawk who was closest. Simply telling him “I’m not your enemy, they are.” While pointing straight at you was enough to make the swordsman set his sights on you. 

While you were strong you knew you had no way of taking him on in this intensely determined state. After all you’d seen this man slice a ship in half from a measurable distance away, you weren’t going to risk getting too close. Your only tactic was to keep your distance, block and defend if possible and hope there was a time limit to this annoyance of an ability. 

As you ran down the street you looked back to see Mihawk was still hot on your heels but it was a relief to see he wasn’t targeting anyone else. The last thing you wanted was for your lover to snap out of this state and realise he’d killed anyone who was an innocent bystander to it all. At least if you got hurt you had enough strength of will to endure it. You felt something change in the air and you turned sharply to see Mihawk reeling back to launch an attack and you recognised that stance all too well. You swore at the position you’d found yourself to be in. To lessen the force you had no choice but to throw an attack of your own and brace yourself.

Mihawk had never felt shame as a swordsman, not until he was finally in control of his body again to see the destruction of the surroundings caused by his attack clashing with yours. When he saw you lying bloodied amongst the debris of what was once a building he felt like never lifting his blade again. Hurrying to your side he felt only some consolation to see your chest slowly rising and hear your faint heartbeat. Taking you carefully into his arms he set for Cross Guild’s base and was for once glad of the amount of money Crocodile put into hiring the best doctors for the group. However the second he had you handed over to the medical team, he retreated to his room. It was because of him you’d been brought close to death, to sit by your bedside seemed like he was making it about him when you were to be the priority. Besides he wasn’t a healer, he would have just gotten in the way. 

When you’d finally woke and asked for him, the task of refusing to visit fell to Buggy as messenger. You rolled your eyes, you’d expected no less from your lover. He might have seemed like a mystery to many, but to you he was an open book. So you decided to sluggishly pulled yourself out of your bed and set about continuing your work. By the time you made it to your room and looking through bounties Mihawk appeared, angered that you were up and out of bed. 

“Are you trying to reopen your wounds?” he snapped. 

“Don’t worry yourself about it.” You replied, forcing your voice to sound light and unbothered but the strain of moving so soon was taking its toll. “A building fell on me, no big deal.” You shrugged and regretted it, letting out a gasp of pain. 

“It very much is a big deal.” Mihawk spoke through gritted teeth as he took a few steps closer, while you continued to look through the papers in front of you. “Please go back to bed.”

“Only if you stop blaming yourself and stay with me when I ask to see you.” Finally you looked up to Mihawk and smirked to see he was finally in touching distance. You knew your actions were drastic but you had to be sometimes to snap him out of his worries. Mihawk let out a long sigh and gently took you into his arms, relishing the simple feeling. He would never risk losing you again, even if he had to destroy all of the Marines to make sure you stayed safe.  

[merbear25]

Falling asleep waiting up for them

Staying up for them can go into the late hours, and before you know it, the sandman has casted his spell on you. When they come home to find you passed out on the couch, they feel a twinge of guilt.

Cross Guild

CW: SFW, headcanons, gn!reader, fluff

Mihawk: He'd sigh upon first seeing you. You knew he was coming home late, so why would you exhaust yourself waiting up for him? Looking down at your sleeping form, your chest rose and fell with each soft breath you took. You'd curled yourself in a ball and had a blanket wrapped tightly around you.

Gently picking you up, so as not to wake you, he couldn't help noticing how peaceful you looked as you slept. Changing your position made you stir a bit, but he held you close, admiring your sweet face.

Carrying you off to bed, he eased you onto the mattress. Turning over, you dreamily asked him how his day was. He assured you that it was fine and told you to go to sleep. Brushing your hair aside, he placed a kiss on your forehead and hoped he'd be able to join you shortly.

Crocodile: When he noticed you weren't in bed, he assumed you'd fallen asleep on the sofa. The light for the hall casted on your face, making you stir. Not wanting to wake you, he brushed past the creeky door and left it slightly ajar.

"You silly thing," he mumbled to himself. How could something like passing out on the sofa warm his heart this much? Easing you into his arms, he was trying not to let your gentle expression lure him into kissing your cheek.

You were curled up close to his chest when he brought you into the bedroom. Still clinging to his collar, your small hand was reluctant to let go. Despite feeling slightly annoyed, a part of him didn't want you to leave his embrace—deciding that it couldn't hurt to take a few moments to rest beside you.

Buggy: Finally returning home, he wasn't expecting to find you passed out on the couch. Even though he hmphed at you, he couldn't fight off the affection that was stirring: your gentle breaths that puffed your hair off your lips and the slight twitches from the dreams you were having.

Unfolding his arms, he attempted to find the best way to pick you up without disturbing your slumber. Having you in his arms brought on a sense of tranquility. Seeing you this peaceful felt like he'd found something that was once lost.

Taking his time back to the bedroom, he wanted to soak in each moment of you like this. Placing you on the bed, you lazily wrapped yourself in the covers and stretched your legs. You were too precious to leave; he thought it'd be best—for you of course—if he stayed with you. The work he still had would be waiting for him in the morning.

[one-piece-aus]

What would marriage life would be like with the seven warlords?

This is an old anon request, I do apologize for not getting to it sooner but here we go

What Marriage Life Would Be Like With the Seven Warlords (Headcanons)

It's pretty chill being married to Mihawk

Y'all just vibe in a mansion on an isolated island

I imagine Mihawk is a person of quality time and acts of service so the two of you would often spend time together

Whether it's reading in your library or cooking dinner for each other, every moment you do together and action you do for him is cherished in Mihawk's heart, even if he doesn't mention it

He makes sure you're healthy and well (eating properly, making sure you get your sleep)

This man will be able to instantly tell if your state is the slightest bit off and will not hesitate to voice his concern

He is not opposed to having children, the idea might amuse him

In fact, after Zoro and Perona had made their appearance, Mihawk grew fond of the idea taking care of his own child, even if they would be irritating at times

Btw, Zoro and Perona think you two act like an old married couple ❤

Only way this would be possible is if you are someone like Luffy

She might not understand exactly what marriage life means but she will do her best to make you happy

She is going to cook for you and feed you

She will bathe you and make sure you have the best clothes to wear

And she will order the best doctors to bring you back to your best health if you get sick

She is taking ✨amazing✨ care of you

The two of you are just living the life of luxury regardless of where you choose to live because you two are together and happy

You will not have kids (for a number of reasons that I will not get into because this is supposed to be a fun post)

Alright, I had no idea what to do for Moria so I asked @ask-the-night-crowl for these headcanons, thank you again Snugs

In a marriage, Moria would totally rely on his partner to fulfill all the duties he has/ should be responsible for. Granted, the other mysterious four already take over most of those, but someone has to keep them all in check.

His spouse better not be aversed by his crew, because for as much as he says he doesn't care about these idiots, he would also face death to protect them.

Unless him and his s/o have known eachother for a pretty long time, he'll try to keep them at an arm's length. Not necessarily because they don't have good enough of a connection, but the idea of loss is always on his mind.

He doesn't mind affection. In fact, he'll back-handedly seek it out by annoying his s/o until they give him attention if he so desires. He's pretty much like an oversized cat.

On the other hand, you'll also have to be prepared not to see him for days on end, because of his sleeping habits (Again, like a cat).

But in that time, cuddling with him is totally fine, because once that man is out, he sleeps like a rock.

His frequent nightmares might lead to the conclusion that comforting him would be the answer. But he hates the idea of being treated as weak as that and would much rather appreaciate the mere presence of his s/o when he wakes up next to them.

In contrast, he'll offer the same to his s/o when they feel down and would have an immediate (even petty) grudge against anyone harming them.

Staying in with him at a fireplace, drinking fancy wines and making fun of the other warlords would be his favorite way to spend time when he's awake for once.

If the spouse is good at cooking, you can bet they'll become his personal chef - after all, love goes through the stomach amirite.

If you're marrying Doffy, his family comes as a package deal, you can't have him without it, that being said, he expects you to get along with them (you can tolerate them instead but just don't let him notice)

Of course, he will expect you to take care of Baby 5, Buffalo, and Dellinger as if they were your children, he is open to making blood offsprings, but never put them before him

Doffy is your number 1 priority, whatever he says goes

But just because he's demanding doesn't mean he won't show you affection, in fact, most of his demands is just him wanting to give or receive affection

You are showed in gifts and luxury, he is the king of Dressrosa afterall, your word has every weight as his own since your are his queen

He is proud to show off his spouse, you are his most prized possession after all

However, you are more than just a trophy, after the loss of his dear mother and brother, he holds you close and tells you how dear you are to him every night

You are often woken up in the middle of the night due to his rustling from nightmares, just hold him to calm him down

Crocodile keeps you in the dark about his work, for all you know, he is a casino owner in Alabasta that keeps the people safe from pirates since he's a warlord

He takes you out for a stroll around in the evening, outside to admire the stars, or in the casino where your every need is met

He doesn't show affection in public but his gestures do show you belong to him and no one else

He keeps you company in bed at night until you fall asleep but when you wake up, he is not there, he's working as always

When see him next, he'll have a gift for you, an apology for not being able to always be around as he is a very busy man, but he'll make it up to you

I imagine it would be comfortable, like little cottage in nature kind of comfy

You both would wake up in the morning with a nice cup of tea

Your place would be clean and organized

You'd receive lots of comforting hugs and cuddles

Life would be peaceful

Until strawhat crew comes knocking on your door

Don't quite have any ideas for Kuma so... This is end, I hope you enjoy anon, and thank you for requesting