#mrvel drabble

[natashxromanovf]

Hi taja! For writing hours could I request dialogues 1 & 35? I’m kind of picturing dialogue 1 being spoken by platonic Clint to the reader who likes Steve or bucky (or whichever guy you like to write romantically for) while dialogue 35 is spoken to the reader by the guy they like.

If this doesn’t strike info or anything of the sort there’s no worries. I just think it’d be really cute to have Clint comforting & encouraging the reader to stop running from love.

- @theoreticslut

I'll Wait For You

Steve Rogers x reader, Clint Barton x best friend!reader

Word count: 790

Warnings: a lot of dialogue

A/N: I chose Steve because I haven’t written for him in a while, I hope that’s okay with you! Thank you for this request, I love it! And oh my god, I love best friend!Clint, I just have a feeling he’s such a good friend. Also, this is not one of my best works but please bear with me, I lost my motivation and I’m trying to get it back again :)

“Hi,” Clint starts as he enters the kitchen, reaching for an apple. When you don’t reply he stops and looks your way, a grin appearing on his face as he notices you’re completely lost in your thoughts. His expression is soon replaced by a worried one though, realizing the thoughts are not happy. “Hey, bubs, what’s wrong?”

“Huh?” you say as you wake up from your daydreaming, noticing Clint right in front of you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asks again, a comforting smile on his face.

“You know who,” you sigh, looking down at your hands. The fact that you have a major crush on Steve is no secret. You first told Clint a couple of months ago when you weren’t completely sure about it but now you are. He’s so nice and sweet but can also be commanding at times; he’s perfect. At least to you. And everyone else knows it too. Hell, even Steve knows.

“Oh, Y/N. Again? Why don’t you just go and talk to him?”

“It’s not that easy, you know. What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if I blow everything?”

“You’ll never know until you try,” he jokes, but is it really bad advice? Probably not. God you hate it when he’s right. “Being in love is not a weakness,” he suddenly states, your head shooting up, a confused look present on your face.

“Wha- What? No one said anything about love,”

“You can lie to yourself all you want sweetie but we both know you don’t just like him,” he explains, a smirk playing on his lips. You send him a murderous look, knowing damn well that he’s right - again.

“I hate you,”

“I love you too,” he laughs as he kisses your cheek before exiting the room, a groan escaping your lips from annoyance.

~

The next few days are… stressful. With the realization of the fact that you’re feeling not so innocent feelings, everything turns upside down. Your whole world collapses in front of you but in the most beautiful way possible. Because frankly, love is one of the best feelings in the world. And it’s no surprise you’ve fallen head over heels for Steve Rogers, I mean, who wouldn’t?

Suddenly there’s a knock on your door, waking you up from the daydreams you were just in. You’ve been catching yourself do that a lot lately, zone out while someone’s talking to you, when you’re alone, practically all the time. It has become annoying by now, really.

Standing up you open the door, met by a bouquet covering someone’s face. A smile appears on your face before the person even reveals themselves, getting on your tiptoes to smell the flowers.

“They smell amazing,” you mutter, totally intoxicated by the aroma. But that’s not the end of surprises - the person behind them is none other than Steve Rogers. When your eyes lay upon his face your smile only widens, your heart filling with joy and warmness.

“Oh, you bought me flowers?” you ask in the sweetest way you can manage.

“Yeah, well I noticed you’d seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up,” he replies, handing you the bouquet. You almost melt by his ability to notice things, another trait of his you love. It takes all the control you have to not just drop the flowers and pull his lips into a kiss right here, right at this moment.

“Thank you,” you say instead, your eyes stopping at his lips for just a tad too long, catching yourself before you could’ve done something you would regret later. “Wanna come in?”

“Of course,” he answers, stepping inside while you put the gift into a vase. “So, wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“It’s complicated,” you start, debating on whether you should tell him or not. It’s a hard choice but you would have to do it eventually anyway.

“I understand,” he smiles, taking your hand in his while looking straight into your eyes with the look that tells you he isn’t pressuring you into anything.

“I really want to tell you, I do, because I think I owe you that much but I can’t. You probably already know what it is but I can’t say it out loud. Not yet,”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll wait for you. Sort out your feelings first and then we’ll see. We have all the time in the world, no need to rush” he comforts, lovingly kissing your palm.

“Oh God, what did I do to deserve you?” you question yourself, smiling like you never did before. And you really don’t know how you got so lucky - he’s everything you could’ve ever wished for.

I hope you enjoyed this! As always, feedback is very much appreciated <3