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[ text: C. Barton 💜 ] Hey, if you've got any plans for the weekend, I recommend clearing your calendar. [ text: C. Barton 💜 ] Only because if things go according to *my* plans, you won't be walking until Monday. But for fun reasons this time. [ text: C. Barton 💜 ] Also, we finally have coffee again at the Sanctum. Sorry about that.
( assuming this is sent mid-week. also, i'm sorry for his dull contact name, but clint getting a heart is about as romantic as he gets as far a tech goes 🤣 )
[ Contact ; Stephen S. ⸺ Note ; Cute Stranger 💜✨]
[ sent ] ⸺ done calendar has been tossed out [ sent ] ⸺ friday counts as the weekend right? [ sent ] ⸺ do i get any more hints to your plans? [ sent ] ⸺ its just such a long two days away [ sent ] ⸺ i need something to tide me over [ sent ] ⸺ coffee my beloved :D [ sent ] ⸺ you are forgiven <3 [ sent ] ⸺ that deserves a thorough reward on your part
#look real talk clint's phone names we have seen in canon are boring too and first name full last nam initial.#so i just spiced it up for the fun of the meme/template and more fun to how he'd call people#but he would in fact call stephen cute stranger and stranger things a lot cause he's a nickname guy#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades#strxngetimes#[ ic ] strxngetimes#the coffee part is truly important he suffers stephen#so stephen will be kissed solely for that#[ verse ; alt 616 ]
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@strxngetimes said about Stephen ; #clint baby. you're dating an ice queen.#if you wanna freeze someone out. you could have picked anyone but elsa xD
Clint:
so you can tell the Strange-Barton household is.... going to be an interesting place when they argue.
#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades#clint. no.#my son.#strxngetimes
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( for clea :3 )
"STRANGE!" Wong shouts, bringing Stephen back to this plane of reality. Stephen looks down to see his own cup of tea has been overflowing for the past... uh, he's not sure how long.
There's tea all over the floor. Anton and Aleister are snickering to themselves.
❝ He likes what he sees. ❞ ❝ He sees what he likes. ❞
Stephen's cheeks darken to about every possible variation of crimson as he darts out of the room. It's not the first time he's been caught staring at Clea... It probably won't be the last either.
There's a guest over at the Sanctum upon the invitation of Clea herself. A pixie of whom is an immigrant to Earth that the sorceress had met at on of the hidden goblin markets amongst Earth. The woman had invited them to join her for tea at the Sanctum as they were lost with Earth, struggling with the adjustment to gravity (something that the Faltine could greatly relate to) among understanding the domains of Earth.
Clea's an immigrant herself, so she felt that she may be able to give them some guidance as well as introduce them to the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth and the Sanctum. If you need any help, we are here to help you, among the lines of their discussion. That followed with some whispered thoughts about Stpehen and Wong; Clea thoughts of Stephen paired with a smile, a laugh. They had retired to the parlor now, talking more about their complaints they had about Earth. Gravity was the big one, the pixie's complaints about glamours, and othere odd quirks that humanity had.
However, the rest of the Santcum residents were not so far out of sight or Clea's earshot. STRANGE! Wong's familiar voice breaks their conversation, Clea and the pixie's eyes straying over to the others. Tea is spilling from Stephen's cup, far beyond its capacity, and her eyes search up towards his face. Eye contact is made, her eyebrow raising up at what he does doing. She can imagine that Anton and Aleister have some form of commntary to what he was doing. How she'd like to overhear.
He sees what he likes, there's Anton's voice always being louder than Aleisters's, enough so that she and the pixie overhear and giggle about. Well, what does he see that he likes?
Her conversation had already been wrapping up, offers that Bats will show the pixie out the back way, and gets up to go investigate where Stephen had gone off to. Clea slips in by him, nudges his arm and grins up to him. ❝ I am pretty sure a great sorcerer ⸻ ❞
HIM ⸻ ❝ once said that tea is meant to stay within its cup. ❞ There's always this fluttery feeling when around him; one she knows isn't simply Earth energy meets Dark Dimension energy. ❝ What did you see to distract you so? ❞ She thinks she knows.
#this was so cute. i'm screaming. this is so cute and she's feeling flirty about it.#we approve of his simp behavior.#i love them. i love this. enjoy this little read.#[ ic ] clea strange#[ duo ] clea strange / strxngetimes#[ ship; strxngetimes ] pending tag#strxngetimes
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new xeno art just dropped everyone be in awe of the artist
They are disasters together
#this is so cute i am screaming. here's my favorite clint icon from my favorite cover of hawkeye 2012 issue 8#the cover is called doomed love by annie wu (another comic artist / since i remember your post so i'll keep showing out comic artist names)#i am so obsessed with how you've taken to drawing clinton francis barton he is the PRETTIEST BOY#even pretty after being beat by life and not sleeping for 30 hours#also the details of stephen's moles andd scars you always have in all your art pieces is a fave thing#i love the way you do head shapes for different characters and faces your understanding of faces is so great and the lines so solid !#let and accept the purple target logo invasion in your life <3#[ Xeno's Art ]#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades#[ STRXNGETIMES ] There was pain mixed with magic in his eyes and hands; wild dark beautiful magic#[ visage ; main ]
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Well... I love two characters nearly as much as I love Nat ... and I 100% blame this on @supremestrangeness @strxngemxgick @cherryfinolahobbes @strxngetimes and their amazing depictions of my favorite magic gremlin and depictions of the people that have to deal with him (I'm forever shipping Wong and Cherry okay?).
Plus B. is singlehandedly responsible for me starting this collection ^^ it's grown quite a bit since then.
#love you all so much and all the joy these and you brought me#ooc: the widow without her bites#marvel comics#i might have a problem
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For your crack enjoyment:
Stephen, in the autozone, muttering under his breath, ❝ He's CRINGE FAIL LOSER BOYFRIEND, but he's my cringe fail loser boyfriend. ❞
Meanwhile in another scene on the Sanctum Sitcom ⸻
Lucky is giving a head tilt while Bats agrees that the humans (and one demoness) have really lost it. From both dogs perspective, they were obviously the brightest and superiors of the household. Anton and Aleistr are snuggled up somewhere in Satana's belongings (simps the both of them). Wong is nowhere to be seen, but one can assume he's at the Bar with No Doors or anywhere he can have some semblance of sanity.
⸻ as the Sanctum has turned into a warzone.
Now Clint finds himself closer and closer to professing for how deeply he has fallen for Stephen Strange. It's one of those unlikely match-ups that wouldn't make the most sense to anyone in any universe they come from, but by some strange happenings the multiverse spat them out at each other.
However, the man must have a thing for testing Clint's patience and ability to behave (and not in the fun way). He thought he was an okay landlord, always felt like he hosted the best Avengers barbecues, and so by this logic; he should be good at having a house guest, a new temporary roommate.
He should, but did he? Well, when Stephen told him that Satana would be going to stay with them (he had to mentally whisper to himself; i love this man, i moved in to this man's house); it was not going as swimmingly as it theorically could be. Although, he was Hawkeye after all, and anyone who knows his true colors and reputation, would say that everything was going about as par for the course.
The one of the first issue with Satana was that she was annoying. She took up space, planted herself where Clint normally would plant himself. The demoness ate his food, HIS FOOD, and dumped out the chocolate milk that he kept the refrigerator (he needed that; it was strictly off limits for anyone else).
Satana and Clint were short of throwing literal hellfire and arrows at each other. A few throw pillows and shoes have been lost in several skirmish battles when either of them were in piss poor moods ready to torment the other.
An arguement was brewing as Clint's recently fell for one of Satana's tricks and is currently smelling of rotten eggs and sulfur. He's not happy about it.
Clint's already fumbled with enchanting Stephen over bad pick-up lines and now? He's not getting this smell out with one shower. So much for trying again tonight. He's definitely making his home on the couch (or he could go back to the bed-stuy apartment collecting dust).
He's definitely rigging up a crossbow to shoot putty at Satana later when she gets back from whatever it was Hell's most annoying heiress does. And maybe he'd add more of Stephen's shoes too to the ammo pile.
#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades#IM CRACKING UP TOO MUCH#i have so much writing this goofy one-offs#[ ic ] strxngetimes#strxngetimes#once again this is all i want in comic books please#@marvel comics publisher editor in chief vice president LOOK AT ME GIVE ME THIS
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*puts worm clint in his own little terrarium well away from a&a*
It's a good thing that Stephen Strange is a sorcerer who will be able to undo the curse upon him. It's kind of hard to be Hawkeye when you have been turned into a fuzzy worm. The little creature's head turns to look up the sorcerer as he found him. It's good that he found him and not Anton nor Aleister. Clint knew nothing about snakes but worms were either dinner for snakes or they'd think he was their child or something. Did snakes care about parenting? Were A&A, a gay couple or brother? Clint could never know with those two. Well, they were horny about women and hitting on people.
Stephen does not do what he had been hoping he would do. All that Clint can do is wiggle in his hands, squirm until hopefully he converts the sense of impending doom that is being a worm. Come on, Stephen, cast a telepathy spell and de-worm me (woah, that sounds wrong). He tilts his head up, big button eyes staring at him. He's so big looking from this size, and growing more white chin hairs on the underside. Should he mention that when he's normal again?
His boyfriend does not do any of what he was expecting. No speaking in dead languages, no sparkles falling off of his fingertips, not even a wink with the third eye that likes to poke out now and again. NONE OF IT. Instead, he is placed down into a spare terrarium that Stephen's normally kept newts in when he needs newts for some wizardry (the man should feel honored Clint's learning magic terms at least).
Stephen?! Hey! Stephen Wonder! Where are you going off to? He wiggles his body up against the glass, stretching as far as this fuzzy form lets him and shouts. The unfortunate thing is that his mouth isn't much of a mouth and he's not a worm creature that has vocal cords. STEPHEN! YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HERE!
Apparently he can. The man gives him one stroke down the fuzzy backside and closes the terrarium's doors. Once again, large bulging eyes stare out as Stephen struts away (he looks good when Red is not covering his ass) and leaves worm Clint to be a worm. Anton and Aleister seem to have noticed and they look terrifying.
STEPHEN. I THINKS SNAKES DO EAT WORMS. To no avail does that work and he stares face to face with Anton with only glass between them. This was turning out to be the worst day ever.
#[ in character ]#[ verse ; strxngetimes ]#[ ship ; strxngetimes ]#[ saved ]#[ shitpost ]#I AM DYING !#Clint has the most unique luck
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He's been gone for some time; it's been longer for Stephen than for Clint due to time dilation, so to say that Stephen missed him would be an understatement.
Pulling Clint into a kiss, he grins. ❝ So, should I get you a CHANGE OF ADDRESS form or...? ❞
He doesn't allow Clint to answer before his lips are on his again, and the Cloak of Levitation chooses to partake in their reunion with a very thoughtful and tasteful pinch to Clint's ass.
Time was always the greatest enemy of any superhero and their mind; Clint's battle with time had to do with how long it took him to recover form anything, where in someone like Captain America might be out of days, he was always weeks. Carol could shrug off a bad hit in hours, he'd still carry a bruise for days.
Stephen being away for weeks was bound to happen, would keep happening, because that's the nature of both being superheroes. Clint doesn't really take Avenger calls much these days; although he's repaired his place with them and he still wants to be an Avenger. He's just never the right fit for the call, and he has a duty to the Thunderbolts and city of New York. Although if anyone needed him for any world saving crisis he'd be there; he'd be there if Stephen needed him. Even if all things magical were way out of his depth. Or even something he was entirely comfortable with.
Staying at the Sanctum over the month had proven two things for him. Time away absolutely makes the heart grow fonder and the Sanctum might actually be home; like he might sublet his own apartment and only visit Bed-Stuy to keep up with being the neighborhood's protector and landlord for his building. He's gotten use to the mundane chores around the Sanctum; that it's felt like home.
Being there every night happened because he rather sleep in Stephen's bed. Clint's always known that once he's really with someone, he wants to be around them all the time. Ask any of his ex-girlfriends and they'd tell that he could quite annoying in that way.
There's a new stand with bunch of barren branches in one of the corners of the room with a hood light installed above; since magical snakes were still snakes and Clint figured that Anton and Aleister had been good enough, that he'd fix them up a basking tree which he had.
The kitchen's still a war zone, but Clint's positive that Wong has made peace that this was Clint's kitchen now too and he saw the man break out leftovers from the pasta that Clint had made. Bats has been getting walkies with Lucky three times a day. He's taken several messages, all transcribed onto sticky notes and put into a stack, for when Stephen returns to sort through and figure out if he needs to still deal with that.
All that unfortunately does confirm what one annoying visitor has said. He's become a houseboy, which had been offensive when Satana had said it. He didn't believe in anything, but he had to thank someone when she had FINALLY taken off.
Clint's done the best he can with staying here; but Stephen's still missing (not literally; just in his heart). He's even killed a monster; it was a really fucked up looking rat with eyes on its back and spider legs. He stored it in the freezer because as far as Clint understands; Stephen needs to eat monsters now and again. Well, the creature had really freaked him out, but it seemed big enough to make a small meal out of... so into the freezer it had gone.
Clint's currently assembling arrowheads when a wayward sorcerer came home. His work with the Thunderbolts recently had led him to getting into more situations where arrows were left behind (it's really heartbreaking this keeps happening). So he had to stock up on arrow shafts and remake a bunch of his trick arrows; it's intricate work. Especially when he's working with his putty or explosive heads. Luckily, he's simply spooling some cable that gets stashed on his quiver for when he needs to attack it to an arrow and make a zipline or anything.
Since there very well could have been explosive being set off when the dogs startle him with their barking and there stands Stephen. From the sight of him, he can tell that it's been possibly longer than the month it's been for Clint based on his hair alone. He looks good, however and Clint's not sure who pulls the way inward first since he has suffered terribly this past month. How dare he, he's had to put up with so much, and he needs to get his hands on him and his lips on him.
❝ You ⸻ ❞ He starts to say before Stephen's cutting him off with a question. CHANGE OF ADDRESSS. Considering Clint's has set himself up a little workshop for his arsenal and his Hawkeye gear is hanging up, still needing to be sent to get cleaned; the question is more on the nose. His neighbors have taken to calling him the Hawkguy again to tease him for how little they see him besides needing him for apartment maintenance or scheduling the building a handyman.
Clint should later debate if that's a serious query he should answer. It would be easier to burn his junk mail if it was coming to the Sanctum's address. It's something to consider, and ask Stephen if he'd like that too later.
There's no complaints that could possibly leave his lips before Stephen's covering them again. Good man, smart man, because Clint's always been known for his ability to complain about anything. This next kiss is interrupted and punctuated by a yelp from an emphasized HMPHT OH from Clint as something pinches his ass. It's definitely not a hand, he knows that much.
A hand strays to slip past and rub over Stephen's back, it's a gesture not for Stephen but for the Cloak. ❝ Hey there, Red, missed you too. ❞ His other hand, however, goes to grab at the front of Stephen in his garb, fingers hooking into the top of the collar and holding him still. ❝ You owe me big time. ❞ It's been a long month after all; and he's been lonely. Doing it solo just wasn't his style. ❝ If we're not wrapped up with Red in bed, in five minutes; you're in even bigger trouble. ❞
He can deal with arrow assembly later, although things later. First, he need to get reacquainted with Stephen, who realistically probably needed a shower. After, he can worry about making food, Clint needed to tell him about the monster rat in the freezer. ❝ I took so many messages for you and look, the Sanctum didn't fall apart. ❞ He thinks that actually may be Wong's doing, but Clint's taking the credit. If only because he's treating the sex they were about to have as one part of the many rewards he deserved for suffering for a whole long month.
#oops i made this long and turned it more into a drabble cause i got excited and wanted to write casue i jut lovee strangehawk#OH. IT GOT SO LONG. but they are cute.#i enjoyed this. i hope you enjoy reading this.#i just love these two?! so much?!#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades#[ DRABBLES ]#[ SAVED ]#[ ic ] strxngetimes#strxngetimes#[ verse ; alt 616 ]
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The Cloak flutters over, doing a quick twirl before offering Clint a daisy.
There's a scowl set into his eyebrows, hardened lines of his face, as he gazes down at his cell phone. A text message conversation open that he's been staring at for the past five minutes; utterly destroyed by the message that he had received. It was not bad new or anything negative, not a text to receive that should rise any worries.
[ 📱✉️ ⸻ Katie Hawk ] ⸻ You dummy ⸻ That is the definition of living together ⸻ So that mean your apartment is free?
It wasn't rising any worries or souring his mood beyond the fact that once again he's been schooled by a twenty something year old. The nerve of that girl...
Any interruption is a welcome one as he shoves his phone into his pocket when a flash of red catches his eye, lacking a person underneath it but he has learnt since to pay attention. If asked about how many dogs he had now, he would say three. There's the obvious number one, being his own mutt, Lucky and then if you counted ghosts, then there was Bats the ghost dog who was a dog as far as Clint was concerned.
Lastly, and hear him out, there was the Cloak, which he was sure if Wong, Stephan, or any other powerful magic user heard him call the Cloak a dog would be offended; but look at the floating fabric. That's a puppy, whose twirling around in front of him. Clint can't quite determined what it was doing until it suddenly presented him with a daisy.
Magic trick, but see this proves his point. It wags its tail (flutters) and brings things to him (fetch) unprompted. Honestly, it has kind of grown on him. It really was like a cute puppy if you squint hard enough. He smiles, delicately taking the daisy from the Cloak, ❝ You have got to tell me where you hide things. ⸻ Thank you, Red. ❞ He has yet to find the pockets, but accepts thee gift proudly. Carefully, he tucks the stem behind his ear.
❝ How'd I look? ❞
#you can imagine the text convo between clint and kate#clint's like Red is a puppy you can't convince me otherwise#THIS IS ADORABLEE#i love the cloak#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades#strxngetimes#strxngetimes; the cloak
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( stephen thinks he texted wong... he did not. early days sillies? )
[text] He's so hot, I briefly started texting like a straight person
A text from Doctor Strange isn't the most unusal, they've known each other for a few years. They worked in the same Avengers circles, while the overlap was smaller given an archer isn't normally needed for mystic work (even if the bow fits right in with a Ren Faire).
However what is unusual is the content of the text, which confirms something that he had been wondering. Stephen Strange isn't straight. That's a piece of information his brain will be holding onto tightly. This is fantastic news to him, for him.
[ Contact ; Stephen S. ⸺ Note ; Doctor Stranger Things🔮 Cute. ]
[ sent ] ⸺ who is so hot?
[ sent ] ⸺ cause id like to be the judge of that
[ sent ] ⸺ i think i have great taste in men
[ sent ] ⸺ how hot we talking?
[ sent ] ⸺ scale of fluttery butterflies to wank bank
Well, since he's texting Clint like one of the girls, it's definitely not about himself; which may be an egotastical thought of his, but a man can have his pride about his body, right?
#clint's also internally like damn bet its not me#this is the man you have the hots for stephen#fluttery butterflies to wank bank scale#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades#[ ic ] strxngetimes#strxngetimes#[ verse ; alt 616 ]
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☎️ 😘
Send ☎️ And I Will Tell You:
I'm sorry, Stephen, but you know this song was coming for your ringtone, and look Stephen, Stephen, buddy pal, the doctor can't always be in, close your "office hours", send the demons way; he just thinks that he should be allowed a little hostile to certain visitors at your door. You know Doctor Doom showed up and your boyfriend was SUFFERING
you know one of the flirty things clint does is call Stephen cute/handsome Stranger with a big grin, cause he's punny. also sleepy stephen <3
#[ STRXNGETIMES ] There was pain mixed with magic in his eyes and hands; wild dark beautiful magic#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades#i love them so much.#clint's so dramatic about his boyfriend#[ asks ]
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VALENTINE'S APPLICATION
your name: Dr. Stephen V. Strange, MD, PhD
Romantic or platonic?: Romantic, platonic, and a secret third thing they keep censoring me for.
A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Dinner out, night in. Morning too if you're up for it.
Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Both. I'll even let you pick which you eat off me, and which I eat off you.
What's your perfect date?: You. Yes, I read the question correctly.
Would you cook for me?: No. Consider it a favor. You're welcome.
Would you let me cook for you?: Only if you can cook better than I can.
Can we make-out?: Yes, we can even make out while we have sex. How romantic.
Make out in private or in public?: Yes.
Do you like to cuddle?: Potentially. Yes.
Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: The Cloak...It gets jealous.
Couch or bed?: Bed. We are not fifteen.
What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Curse breaking, rule breaking, bed breaking. Sometimes all at once.
Tell me something about you no else knows: When I was eight, I tried to pop an ear of corn on the stove and almost set the house on fire.
Why do you want to be my valentine?: One) Look at you. Two) You make everything at minimum twenty times more tolerable. Three) Look at you.
What makes you a good Valentine?: Pros: my mouth. Cons: my mouth. I'll let you pick which one it ends up being.
ACCEPTING ALL FEBURARY
❝ That's a lot of Ds in your title, but I think you're missing one. ❞ He means himself. He's the fourth D, arguably the most important D; okay, maybe the fifth D because real vitamin D sounded important. Not that he actually knows, but he is dating a doctor so he probably knew. Clint's feeling stupidly giddy about this, because the entirety of this is promising really good romps in the bed; and if he hasn't earned that after the past few years.
❝ Y'know I studied cooking in Italy. ❞ That's not the truth; he simply lived in Italy for a few months when he wasn't an active Avenger and Shield took full advantage; he's never been a real shield agent and he'd never want to be; but when in Rome, learn the secret tomato sauce or something like that. He only got the job because he already was fluent in Italian.
He is a good cook though, so @strxngetimes should take that up on his offer. Food was easy way to show affection.
❝ As an Iowan, I can hereby pardon you for your crimes against corn. ❞
All of this is leading up to sound like a fantastic Valentine's day; which he's not going to mention was the finalization date of his divorce. Bobbi told him it's weird he still thinks he has to mention that and that he should stop. ❝ I'm make sure to bring underwear and a toothbrush. ❞ Meaning that he absolutely was up for a morning after. Who wasn't? ❝ Just have the fixin's for pancakes and your favorite kind of berry or fruit; and you'll get very lucky. ❞ Clint'll even make pancakes, put in the whole nine yards.
#i love this#clint adores this thinks that stephen absolutley needs an additional D added WINK WINK#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades
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"Happy Birthday." He kisses Clint's cheek. "I'm only a day late. That has to be some kind of record, right? I signed us up for a coffee tasting tomorrow morning, and Bats wants you to have this."
Stephen offers up a large stick, and it should be noted that it's a very, very nice stick. The best one there was.
i forgot clint's b-day (june 18th); so i am accepting birthday wishes for clint until the end of june now.
He opens the front door of his own apartment, might be the first time in months he's actually slept there and there standing somewhat dress down (minus the red cloak) is Stephen Strange. The smile that appears upon his lips, somewhat lopsided but it's a happy one. ❝ You're a sight for sore eyes. ❞ A light chuckle leaves his lips as the gentleman leans forward to press to his cheeks, the feeling of his own facial hair tickling his. ❝ Aw, Stranger, yer gettin' pretty good at timing. ❞
The next thing that he has to say may be the best date and birthday gift ever planned. COFFEE TASTING. He didn't even know those existed, one hand goes to slide up Stephen's arms, gently pat the the lapels of the cloak, Red as he calls it. His other hand goes to take the stick, feel it in his hands and he chuckles. ❝ Guessin' tomorrow after the perfect birthday date, gonna hafta throw this 'round for Lucky and Bats.... as a thank you for the gift. ❞
#i love them <3 <3 hope you've been doing well archer <3#[ JUNE 18TH ] Hawkeye Birthday Bash 2024#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades#[ queue ] scheduled post#[ asks ]
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Clint could only enjoy the high of his climax for about 90 seconds before snickering could be heard in the distance.
❝ HEY GIRL. ❞ ❝ Come here often? ❞
@strxngetimes and clint will never get a moment to last, huh?
Now Clint was a man who liked sex, he'd say that he was particularly good at activity in a lot of ways. Several ways he was quite proud of. The particulaar pitiful dry spell had come to a surprising end when something started to click between him and Doctor Strange after so many years of knowing him. Seeing Stephen has been fantastic for getting some in the sexdepartment, but there always came two major caveats with that.
They weren't having as much sex as Clint's appetite may crave. This first caveat would be due to three major factors. Stephen Strange had many duties, most of them self assigned (mind you), and they could and did take him for varible amounts of time (he knows time doesn't work like how he knows it to; save the lecture, Stephen). There's the factor that Clint's in recovery and that's played a part in his body being sexually active or not. It's a thing, and Stephen being a doctor doesn't necessarily help with the whole embarrassment feeling.
In addition, Clint's a superhero himself that gets the call to go deal with this or that, from multiple sources; the avengers, the thunderbolts, and he was guilty of doing his heroing on the side (so he can't groan about Doctor Strange business too). There's also the interruptions because the world needs saving which means that may be four factors to caveat one alone.
Now caveat two won't come into play... until.... well... an example like RIGHT NOW.
The four reasons of caveat one were not present which meant that Clint finlly got the time to make Mister Tall, Dark, and Handsome into Mister Tall, Dark, and Horitzontal. Originally, he had started out with Stephen being vertifcal but after Clint had banged his knee quite harshly in to the wall (there's a goddamn bruise the size of an egg like he was a little kid), causing for Clint to yelp and Stephen to laugh. Due the minor injury, the couple had ended up taking things to the bedroom. Where the bed wwould be there to comfort the parts of them that were forty years old.
From there, Clint had felt his mood shift to desiring to dote upon Stephen. DOTE, HE DID. If there was an inch that he hand touched, that his mouth hadn't been, then give him a several minutes after this delightful bliss that was being warmed by Stephen's most intimate place. Panting above him, barely holding himself up until....
❝ HEY GIRL. ❞ ❝ Come here often? ❞
Well, there kills that thought of a round two to make sure that Stephen was thoroughly taken care of. Here arrives caveat two which often the main cockblockers of the house would be Anton and Aleister. The twin serpents were always intent in making sure that any lustful mood that Clint was in got snuffed out or took particular joy in ruining a moment. A moment that Clint won't say he was a little desparate for, if the bruise on his knee wasn't proof of that.
That's it, this is the last time he wears his hearing aids. He doesn't want to hear them again or any of their dumb comments especially when they came at the expanse of his (their) sex life. If only because this very moment would be undisturbed for Clint at least if he couldn't hear them; it's something that he's been meaning to talk to Stephen about. That thought is on pause as Clint slips out of his boyfriend unceremoniously because the only thought on his mind, is his annoyance with A&A, desparately needing to shoo them away so they can enjoy any moment at all.
He pushes his hair back, groaning in complaint as his hand searches for a pillow. Clint lobs the pillow (it is his pillow; he will regret this) in the direction to where Anton and Aleister had silthered in from. ❝ YOU TWO! ❞ If he sound particularly whiny, that would be due to fact that his high got cut short (and he's not happy about it). Stephen's temporarily abandoned to see if his pillow had found his targets. At least one of the snakes is under the pillow (they are fine; a pillow is soft and they can slither out).
❝ GET OUT! Moment ruined, good job. ❞ He points out, for their satisifaction and does he have to get up to shoo them out further? That's another conversation he'll have to have with Stephen, these two bastards.
Once they've slithered out, only then does Clint turn back to his boyfriend. Delicately he folds his arms over his chest and props his head on his arms to stare up at Stephen. The sight that the sorcerer would see is a man pouting, it is the only waay to describe Clint's face. A wistful sigh before he's asking, ❝ Where'd they come from again and can't we trade them for, I don't know, two magical puppies? ❞
A few more moments pass as he just lays on Stephen before he speaks again. ❝ Was that good for you? Need anything? ❞ Still a bit pouty, red in the face. Mood for round two is definitely still killed.
#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades#will clint ever get to enjoy nice things? not if A&A have anything to do about it#anyways its still sunday here#hope you enjoy this read next time <3#strxngetimes#strxngetimes; anton and aleister
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"You can keep throwing stuff at Satana, but can you make them not my shoes next time? I'll really don't want to have to go to Hell with one boot."
The boot had been the best option, really the only option when it came to one pesky demonesss. The dynamic between Satana and Clint has not improved from the lap sitting incident; which no, Clint will still not admit that it was an odd decision on his part and he could have waited round for Stephen to hopefully arrive home. He hadn't, but Stephen's since been forgiven.
At the very least, Stephen is not going to deter him from flinging projectives when Satana appears like a cockroach once again. ❝ Hey! Hey, I wanted something with a little thud and omfpth! The next closest thing would have been the enchanted sword still stuck in the wall. ❞ It's become Clint's coat hanger, to which he has been explicitedly warned against welding it.
He missses on purprose since he really doesn't intend to hurt her; he's not that type of guy but if it annoyed her since she can't touch him (win). ❝ Besides, your boot is probably in hell. ❞ It's not, it's really not. They both know it's a pile of ash in result to Satana setting it on fire. ❝ So you go to hell and come back with two boots, unless you lose the other one. ❞
That will be all Satana's fault, as is the first boot burning.
❝ I promise I will get you new shoes. ❞ He can't promise that he won't throw Stephen's shoes again. That's impossible. ❝ When it happens again. ❞ Grumbled under his breath.
#at least he's honest#satana vc clint war is my new thing i desparately want to be done in print#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades#[ ic ] strxngetimes#strxngetimes#[ verse ; alt 616 ]
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"If anyone asks where we are for the next 48 hours, we're dead," he grumbles while still half asleep.
That's the exact kind of thing he wants to hear when the purple hearing aids are put in only for a hand to grab at the back of his shirt, a half mumble coming from behind him. That's possibility the best thing that he could hear getting up, there's one glance to his phone before it's set aside and he turns over to lay on top of Stephen, staring down from on top of him for a moment. ❝ Well, can't argue with that. Dead don't check their cell phones. ❞ Clint lays his head down after that, when was he to complain about shutting out the world. There's over forty avengers, they can call someone else.
#I GOT THROUGH TO ANSWER THIS.#[ VERSE; 616 ] All he ever needed was to trust his own wings#[ SHIPS; STRXNGETIMES ] I don't say magic is real but I do seduce you and so lift your spirits that life retains its sparkle for decades
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