#HEAR ME OUT PLEASE PKEASE

[bunny-yuck]

jeff wip

[eddiessidegirl]

Would you be willing to do a blurb with Eddie and plus size fem reader? I’m new to requesting things so idk how specific to get, but I just love when I can read fics with plus size readers and envision myself in them easier lol!

Of course 🥰 sorry it took a bit, works been insane. Here you go, I hope you enjoy it 💕

You were always an early riser, but especially on Sunday's, blame it on your mother dragging you to church your entire childhood or the fact that weekend cartoons just always made you feel a million times better even at 20.

This particular morning you'd woken up from spending the night at your boyfriend Eddies’ trailer. He liked to sleep late especially after a night of working on the new campaign so you decided to surprise him with a breakfast fit for a Dungeon Master. Moving around the kitchen, clad only in your soft pink panties and one of your bed shirts. You’d love to wear one of Eddies shirts but he hadn't expanded his clothing sizes just yet, even though he always begged you to wear one of his. He loved the way his shirts hugged your stomach, every curve, dip and how it showcased your chest for his eyes to linger on. But you weren’t there just yet. One day.

Wayne was probably just leaving shift from the power plant and then would be taking his time coming in getting a meal from the newly reopened Bennys’ Diner. This meant you had ample time to spend the morning in the quiet.

Humming to yourself softly, you didn't hear the bedroom door open nor did you notice the frizzy bedhead that belonged to your boyfriend round the corner. It wasn't until you felt his large hands slide along your waist and his arms wrapped around you did you turn and look. “G’morning princess…” morning beard scruff tickled your neck as kisses were placed along your throat.

“Mornin’ Eds, making you some breakfast.” Your fingers motioned to the food frying up, giggles leaving your lips as his mouth grazed the spot right at the base of your neck where you were ticklish, your head turned to nuzzle his mass of curls and waves.

“Can we eat later? I want some couch cuddles” his chocolate brown eyes were pleading, distracting you to the fact that his hands were travelling up your body, following every dip and curve, landing on your breast, cupping them. His hands warm through the t-shirt material. — “Alright, alright, just let me take it off the stove so we don’t burn down Waynes trailer.”

His arms pulling you towards the worn couch, and into his lap. Gentle kisses planted everywhere he could reach, which you reciprocated enthusiastically. His fingers on his left hand began trailing up your shirt and towards the spot where your thighs met. You were aching for him to touch you and you let out a soft growl when all he did was tease with the edge of your panties. He lived for teasing you.

You wouldn’t get much action this morning anyways, because just as he relented and slipped his finger under the edge, the door opened, and Wayne entered, steel thermos in hand and his work gear in the other. Eddie pulled his hand away so fast you were sure Wayne heard the elastic snap your skin.

“Hey kidd— now, who didn’t turn the stove off? You guys know better than that, and pkease clean up after yourselves, I ain't your damn maid.” His heavy boots trailed back to the makeshift bedroom he slept in.

“That was a close one…” Eddie muttered. “Now, lets finish making breakfast, suddenly I’m starving.” He gave you a cheeky grin knowing you were beyond frustrated now and went to finish heating his food. You’d get him back later after Wayne left, and he knew it. He loved watching you squirm but he loved what it caused you to do later even more…

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[bvnnyblood]

LISTEN OKAY IM NOT A FURRY I PROMISE PLEASE JSUT HEAR ME OUT PKEASE I BEG YOU

[123lisba]

lisa manoban

imagine you and lisa were watching movie when suddenly a lesbian sex scene came up and lisa asked her if she has ever been with a girl

lisa: so? ever fell for a girl?

you: girl i may be younger than you but the experiences i had were wild. The ones you can’t even think of

lisa: what did you used to do with girls?

you: what can you think?

lisa: do it with me to

you: what?

lisa: whatever you used to do in milan

you: you cannot take and you’re not even into girls

lisa: you don’t know that. now tell me or I’ll think that you were blabbering earlier

you: fine then don’t whine later

being said that y/n locked the door of room and took out a videotape from her purse and played it on the laptop

lisa: what is this

you: giving you a glimpse of my lie in milan

and what lisa saw made her eyes pop out of her sockets

there y/n was, having sex with four girls. one seemed older from her, one was pretty younger and other two looked like those girls you don’t wanna be involved with

you: so tell me now! You still want to do it?

lisa: of course it is so sexy

y/n was a little taken back from her response but acted calm

In reality lisa herself was very tensed but she can’t get the thought of y/n fucking her out of her mind

with that they both watched the movie or sextape of y/n

slowly lisa started to feel wet down there

she was looking at the screen with so much lust and jealousy because wanted y/n to do all of those things to her

suddenly she started to have confidence and her brain worked

she smirked internally and started to imake her horny too

she throwed her blanket to the other side and completely ignoring her she started to take her panties off

y/n: what are you doing?

lisa: what i want to do while watching this

she got rid of her down cloths and slowly started to trance her hands on her lower abdomen, legs

finally her hand reached her pussy

y/n was watching her every step with lust

she started to rub circles on her clit in slow manner and with her second hand she grabbed her boobs

Low whimpers were heard from her which pushed all of y/n’s limits and she said

y/n; come on lisa show me some real fun wet your fingers

lisa wetted her fingers and put them on her pussy again and this time she started fingering herself

lisa: oh shit it feels good

she started pumping her fingers in and out of her needy hole

lisa: shit shit i wanted to this for a long time with you y/n

y/n: really? have you done this before while imagining me as well?

lisa: yes i hav-ah i have

y/n: what did you do

lisa: i used to finger myself daily-ahhh shit on your bikini pictures ahhhh it feels heavenly

lisa: talk to me y/n your voice is making me more wet-ahhh

y/n: what do you want to hear that how much of a slut you are huh? 25 year old lisa who couldn’t even drive properly is fingering herself pathetically to my voice?

lisa: yes just like that please talk more-ah

y/n: pump it lisa pump those long fingers in your pathetic hole, moan louder so that everyone knows hoe much of slit this shy lisa is

lisa: yeah i will be a slut for you, anything you want me yo be just touch me y/n pkease ahhh im cumming im cumming for you y/n shit it feel so good ahhhhh.

[colecashlover]

Im in need of some comfort so here's a nice little fic of cole comforting you when you feel the urge to harm yourself

Gender neutral reader

Tw: self hatred, past sh mention, sh urges, past cutting

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It was that time of the night again. The time your brain took over and told you every little thing that was wrong about yourself. Where your brain tells you how better off the world would be without you. You know how it is. Its fine. Or it was. Until you started getting the stupud urge for release again. You told yourself it would be fine. That you could get through it. But you knew you couldnt.... the last time this happened well... Cole had come home to you in a bathtub covered in blood and cuts. It broke his heart.

You dont want to hurt him again you realy dontbut with him not being home and you being all by yourself.... it was too much. You just wanted to cry. So you did. You sat in the corner and cried for who knows how long all while staring at that stupud knife Cole had hanging on the wall.

It was one of the only knives Cole didnt keep on him. A stupid bowie knife. Perfect for cutting. Just one cut thats all you needed.... cmon y/n.....just one...

You heard the window open suddenly and panicked sobbing even louder when you realised Cole had come home and would see you like this. You wiped at your face trying to clean the evidence off but he saw it immediatly. He quickly dropped his bag and ran to you getting down on his knees and carefull holding your face in his warm hands.

"Y/n, sweetie whats wrong baby?" He said obviously panicking. "Are you okay?"

That made you let out an even louder choked sob. You lunged towards him and wrapped your arms around him.

"Oh sweetheart its okay im here baby im here." He reasured you while rubbing one hand up and down your back soothing and holding your head against himself with his other hand.

"I need you to tell me whats wrong honey. I want to help pkease let me help you." He held you tighter and layed a kiss on the top of your head.

You looked up at him and choked a little. You tried to speak but it didnt want to come out so instead you motioned with your hands towards the knife and too your scars on your arms.

"Oh...oh honey..its okay im here. Ive got you. You dont have to think about that no more." He said before picking you up and placing you on the bed "stay here for just a second okay? I just need to go get something ill be right back baby doll."

You waited dor him to come back and squirmed on the bed trying to keep your urges at bay. When he finally came back he had a warm danp wash cloth in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He kneeled down infront of you and started wiping gently at your face cleaning up the tears. After he wad finished he handed you the water bottle.

"Here darlin. You should probably drink some water" he sat down beside you and hugged you to him while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He watched you drink the water and then took it from you and set it on the nightstand when you were finished.

"Talk to me baby. Please." He looked at you pleadingly trying to get you to talk to him.

"You know for the big bad Grifter your pretty soft" you said with a light hearted chuckle.

"Y/n baby im always soft for you. Always"

You smiled at that and hugged him. You were feeling a little bit better now that he was here with you. "Cuddles baby?" He asked.

You nodded and layed down under the blanket and wait for him to join you. He got up for a second and took his gear and shirt off and layed down next to you in just his cargo pants. You immediatly cuddled up to him and let him hold you. It was always nice feeling him do that. The warmth he gave off and the smell that could only be his was always good at calming you down.

He smiled down at you and said "feeling any better baby?" You nodded and poked his nose which made him let out a small chuckle.

"I love you i promise im always hear for you okay?" He said holding your face so you were looking at him.

"Okay." you said and smiled before laying you head on his chest and slowly drifted to sleep your troubles slowly fleeing from your brain while your pillow of a boyfriend stroked his fingers through your hair and hummed for you.

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First fic ive written in a while so hopefully its okay. Hope you enjoyed it!

[spiderling-space]

Hi! Happy early Valentines! May I please ask for # 18 from that second prompt list with Trey pkease?

Happy Valentine's Day to you too!

#18 “there’s no way I’m gonna let you wear that in public” ‘why not?’ “cause It would be a shame to rip it off in front of a hundred people, such nice material.”

♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️

Trey Clover

From an outsider's perspective, Trey was one of the most proper young men one could meet, someone whom every parent would want as a son-in-law. In all honesty, (Y/N) even thought Trey was nothing but a gentleman when they first met in a gathering in the neighborhood. (Y/N)'s mom and Trey's mom were friends and excited to make their children meet each other. It was such an awkward moment for them as both were trying to find a topic to talk about. 

After that night, (Y/N)'s mother sent (Y/N) to buy various pastry from Trey's family bakery. As time had passed, they grew closer and eventually started dating. (Y/N) had been considering Trey as a prude until they shared their first kiss, the kiss that unlocked a whole new side of his.

A kiss led to another then another one and finally, their passion for each other wanted more than just a kiss. (Y/N) should have known that Trey was holding back the first time they had sex but how could they when their first time together was sweet and slow. 

The more they made love, the more Trey showed his true desires. From roleplays to BDSM, they discovered the most sacred desires about themselves and each other. (Y/N) doubted anyone would believe that side of Trey's should they tell to others but it didn't matter.

In the blink of an eye, weeks turned months and Valentine's Day had arrived. It was their first Valentine's Day together. Wanting to make it memorable and to show people around them that they are an icon, they decided to attend his friend's Valentine's Day party. While (Y/N) was not devoted to fashion or trends, they wanted to be the most attractive person in the room while looking like a power couple with Trey. Hence that was why they invited Trey to show what they would wear at the party so that they would get his opinion on it and he would know what he could wear to match with their outfit.

Trey was sitting on their bed, waiting for (Y/N) to emerge with their clothing choice. When they walked in with their outfit for Valentine's Day, he was mesmerized by their appearance. He pushed his glasses back to the bridge of his nose, trying to form words.

“There’s no way I’m gonna let you wear that in public.” Trey spoke after a few moments of staring at them.

"Why not?" (Y/N) chuckled. It was the first time he was talking like this.

 "Cause It would be a shame to rip it off in front of a hundred people, such nice material.”

"And leave me stark naked in front of everyone?" (Y/N) struck back, not letting Trey win.

They thought they won when they saw Trey gulping but it was a short-lived victory. "I suppose a punishment is in order." He walked towards the door and locked it before sitting on (Y/N)'s bed once again. He patted his thigh, signaling (Y/N) to lay upon his thigh. "20 will do if you don't lose count."

(Y/N) was glad to be alone with Trey in the whole house. They feigned whining as they settled on his lap and exposed their arse for the punishment. "You look too eager? You certainly didn't want things to go this, did you?" Trey asked as he stoked their butt.

"N-" (Y/N) couldn't finish their answer before Trey delivered the first spank. They took a deep breath to collect their thoughts. "No," they breathed out.

"I didn't hear you count. I should add 5 more for your punishment." (Y/N) only nodded, not wanting to show how delighted they were to hear that. "I can't hear you."

"I'll start counting right away, sir."

"1," His slap just left a tingling feeling on their arse. "2," The second one stung even more but it passed momentarily. They counted each spank with pleasure. As the number of spanks increased, (Y/N)'s arse darkened. They were biting their lips to stop moans from coming out. "24," They felt Trey harden after a while but they can't point out when it happened, was too focused on their own pleasure. Now that their punishment was coming to an end, they were able to pay attention to him. "25!" He applied more power to the last spank, (Y/N) wasn't able to hold back their moan anymore.

"This was supposed to be a punishment, not a reward, (Y/N)." Trey said with faux disappointment whilst rubbing their arse as to soothe the skin.

"Still, I think I took the punishment quite well. Don't you think I deserve something in return?" (Y/N) stood up from where they were laying and sat on his lap, their hand sneaking between Trey's legs, slowly going up to his cock. "I think," their fingers grazed his crotch, "you enjoyed it more than I did," they grabbed his cock through his pants, giving a little squeeze. "maybe we can do something about it?"

They laid back on (Y/N)'s bed as they crawled on top of him, kissing his neck while their hands roamed all over his body. "This won't change my opinion on the outfit." 

"Hmm hmm"

"You will wear underwear under it, right?"

"It's gonna be a surprise!" (Y/N) kissed Trey as to silence him. If they got him riled up this much with only showing off their outfit, they couldn't imagine what he would do if they were to wear that in front of everyone.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

can you make a story about kin(age 6)with overhaul and there like moment where kin is crazy smart (smart level: Phil in the promised neverland ) and overhaul is SHOOK

"Out of all the rhibgs you could have asked-"

"I just asked if you could help Kin do her homework from her school while I take Kaito to the dentist hon." You deadpanned at your husband whose rolled his eyes before returning his attention to his papers.

Normally he would help his kids on zchool activities when they were EXTREMELY difficult or if his deviants begged enough for him to give in. But Kin had just started first grade, what in the world could ut be hard to learn on the FIRST grade.

"Dad won't help cause he is lazy." Kaito said monoustly while swinging his legs on the couch, smirkung at the look his father just gave him.

"Lazy is a therm that you should apply to yourself brat, since aparently you can't even brush your teeth like I order to." He smirked underneath his mask at the offended gasp of his first born.

"Please. I wont be able to help her and is the first lesson the teachers gave her." You gave him a pleading look and he stared back for a few seconds before dropping his pen on the desk and getting up with a sigh.

"She will hear it until no ends of my scolding if the exercise is way simpler than it looks."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck to after lowering his mask down to give him some pecks on his lips as gratitude.

"When you two are going to stop from being gross?" Kaito groaned, as always breaking the mood of his parents.

"When your 12 years old self finally grow up maybe." Kai answered it back sharply as you giggled before leaving the house with your son and a body guard, since Kai demanded always for one when he or Kurono wasn't able to accompany you.

~

"Had your fun?" He spoke nonchalantly looking at his daughter laughing on the floor due to some funny acene from a cartoon she was watching.

"Uh huh!" She sais happily as he hummed.

"Well then, you mau now do your lessons." Thhe kid whined as Kai rolled his eyes at his daughter childishness.

"But I did it already papa!"

"Let me see it then. Wouldn't want tl catch you doing the same things your brotger usually does."

After she handed him the paper Kai hummed and pat her head. Trying to resist gis smile from growing when she giggled at him messing up with her hair, the way her eyes squinted close and giggles echoing in the air reminded him too much of you.

Kin might have taken after his golden eyes and dark brow hair, but her features and actitude were definitely from his mother.

"Then I can have some of my work done. Go play house or something."

"But uncle Mimic Mama and oni san are no here!" She followed him like a baby duck as he made his way to his office.

"Might have to learn to play alone. Sometimes we have to deal with somethings like those." He grabbed hiis papers form his desk byt soon looked down with an arched eyebrow at his daughter clinging on his leg.

"If I help you papa will you play with me then?? Pretty pleaseee?" She asked cutely while making puppy eyes up at him.

"This is adults work Kin. I doubt it you could help me, now let go of my leg."

"I dare I can do it!"

He sighed and made his way to the couch sitting down while his daughter climbed up on the couch eargly aince she knew that her father had agreed with her.

"Those first are some taxes that need to be calculated. You don't know those numbers yet. If you manage to do it-" he handed her his pen and a blank paper "I will consider it playing whatever you want."

"Pinky promise?" She holded her pinky up and he dead panned before caving in.

He would have some type of talk with you. Those things of promises qere ridiculous and what the hell does a pinky had to be involved?

"Done!" She chirped suddenly breaking him out of his thoughts, he looked at her in unamusement before arvhing one eyebrow at seing a huge amount of calculations.

He grabbed the paper and read it. Slowly widening hsi eyes at sieng that his zix years old daughter... did it in seconds calculations that even an adult would take at least half an hour to do... and she did it in what? Five minutes?

Most impressive of all. It wass all correct.

"Can we play now?"

"How... where did you learn those things?" He showed the paper in emphasis while she pointed at his shelf of books.

"I read it once one book that teached math!"

Furrowing his eyebrows he placed the taxes on his desk after getting up. Getting the board of shogi he mentioned for his daughter to follow him.

She didn't won but certainly gave him much work that any of his subbordinates and even pops ever gave him. Her strategues were good, and the look she had on the board was similiar to his when he was planning something serious.

Despite whinning and conplaing how bored Shogi was, and even pouting when she losed for one little distraction... Kin was certainly good at Shogi.

"Can we pkease play something now daddy?" She whined as he snapped his fingers, one last idea popping into his head to prove what his mind is plaguing him with.

A test of QI never failed. And he was with his jaw opened in surprise when he discovered how many points a seven years old kid had gotten.

A grade similiar to his when he was on the verge of his teenage years.

Kin put the pencil down and looked up at him.

"Why a test of QI papa? Those are odly old things. I read it once and it seems that an university of another country is doing a new one that can detect it."

He blinked and she giggled at the unusyal face her father was making before jumping from the couch.

"Can we play now? I wanna play as a surgion! Pleaseeeee papa!" She holdee her wrist together before showing her linky up with a pout "You promided!"

He could only do that after the shock she had just gave to him.

Kin might have not manifest her quirk and probably will not have one. But her intelligence surely was high.

Bonus:

"Really??" You asked in amusement while cleaning the dishes as your husband stood with arms crossed close to you.

"Kaito is very clever for his age, we know that by now. But Kin has a high level of intelligence angel." He looked at you and showed with his glived palm at Kaito saying and doing sime things for his little sister to laugh. Getting it ever time a beautiful and childish laugh of hers.

"Do you even believe that she knows EXACTLY how the procedure of surgery, bypass surgery, works. step by step."

You widened your eyes at that and looked at your daughter before smilling warmly at your husband back.

"Well. Seems like Kaito learns fast exactly like you, and Kin has the same intelligence as yours. What a great example of daddy you are!" He scoffed at that while rooling his eyes before looking at his two brats. Kin showing Kaito one of his school books, about luterature, as Kaito made a disgusted face at it.

He couldn't help but only smile beneath that mask of his at the sign of his wife by his side and his kids not much far away from the couple.

[this-ginger-has-no-soul]

I was just a mission- pt. 2

(A/N): I think I actually like this one

Request: CAN YOU PKEASE DO A PART 2 OF 'I was just a mission' PLEASE I BEG YOU, I NEED A SECOND PART it was so great I loved it

Warnings: injury, angst?, swearing

Read the first part: X

   Clint sighed as he took another sip from his now freezing coffee. He was so tired not even the cold beverage could rid the exhaustion from his bones. He'd been up all night, scouting out a mission site while his partner went off and did their thing, retrieved information, whatever it is that they did. They got the fun job, all Clint had to do was sit in some crumbling building on an ice cooler, drink coffee, and search for signs of danger (which there wasn't). He'd been in the same spot for over 12 hours, his back ached, his neck was killing him, his ass had gone numb, and he had to pee so fucking bad. 

   Over an hour ago his partner was supposed to return but they hadn't. Clint knew he should have been concerned but his partner always had been a bit of a slacker, it want unlike them to show up for a job late that's why Clint ignored the time which ended up being his fatal mistake.

   He'd been waiting for two and a half hours, at this point it was more than problematic that his partner still hadn't returned. He knew he should have gotten up, retrieved his bow and hunted them down but he had been given direct orders to stay at his post unless danger arose, and technically a partner not showing up for hours wasn't entirely "dangerous". So Clint remained, his eyes heavy with lack of sleep as he waited for his partner to return.

   Clint had just been on the verge of slip, just floating between reality and dreamland when a sudden scream pierced the air. Clint nearly flailed off the ice box, immediately jolting up as he looked out the small window he'd been spying through for hours. His eyes scanned the dirt ground, immediately stopping on a figure. It was his partner- no doubt about that- but a very mangled, bloodied version of his partner. 

   "Fuckin' Shit," Clint mutters as he grabs his now and quiver, quickly strapping them to his body as he bounded down the stairs. "What the hell happened to you?" Clint asks as he pulls his partner into the building, immediately pushing them onto the floor and out of sight. 

   "Enemies," They pant, wincing in pain as they do. "Enemies all over the place. I tried to take them but I couldn't-" Clint nods as he inspects all of their wounds. They were worse for wear but Clint could deal with it once they got back to home base. For now he had to get them to the quinjet and get them the hell out of there.

   Clint gently walked in the streets, bow and arrows at the ready in case anyone decided to attack. His partner clung to him like a koala, too scared to leave his side. Clint knew it was dangerous to be out in the open but it was their only shot at getting home safely-

    "Clint, what's that red light?" His partner asks, pointing a shaking hand at a building across the street. 

   "Aw, you've got to be shitting me-" But Clint never got to finish his sentence. The building across the street exploded, sending chunks of brick, dirt, glass, an even metal all over the street. The blast was strong enough that it blew Clint backwards, causing him to smack his head against a jagged rock. The last thing he remembered seeing was the now ash filled sky, it was so black that when he ended up slipping away he didn't even realize that he had passed out.

   Bright lights shined over head, something was wrapped around his head and ribs, and numerous cords hung from different body parts. Clint had been in enough hospitals in his day to know that he was in the special victims unit. 

  Clint groaned- or at least he thought he had- He hadn't heard himself so he didn't know if he had groaned. He could feel his throat moving and yet there was no sound to be heard. Clint's eyes widened in surprise as he reached up to his throat, feeling along it for an abnormalities but there was nothing, he was fine. Clint tried again, and again, and again, until he was sure he was screaming at the top of his lungs. Immediately hospital staff came clambering into the room alongside some familiar faces. Fury was the first face he saw, then Nat's, Kate's, even Bobbi's, but the last face to enter the room truly shook his core. It was (Y/N), the (Y/N) he had left behind all those months ago. The same (Y/N) that haunted his every thought. The same (Y/N) that he hadn't been able to stop thinking about since the day he walked out their door.

   "(Y/N)?" Clint thought he had said the words but they didn't come out, he couldn't hear himself yet again. "(Y/N), what's wrong?" (Y/N) didn't waste a single moment rushing to his side, holding him as gently as they could. It felt good to be back in their embrace, after being deprived of it for so long Clint hadn't realized how much he needed it.

   Wordlessly Fury looked over to Nat who was holding a whiteboard, she immediately took his hint and began to write on the board.

   "Mission went awry, your partner's dead, you've broken a good number of ribs, and the explosion was so defeaning you can no longer hear. Sorry we had to break it to you this way," Clint's eye scanned over the board, his heart aching with each word.

   "No-" Clint croaked, tears burning at his eyes. "No, god no," Everyone in the room looked at each other in concern, all sharing the same thoughts. "Please no," Clint begged, nearly sobbing against (Y/N)'a chest. They immediately pulled away, sitting down beside Clint so that they were face to face. (Y/N) raised their hands and began making smooth, flowing motions. It didnt take long for Clint to connect what they were doing; signing to him. 

  Years ago shield taught all their agents sign language; it had been a while but if Clint concentrated enough he could dechiper what (Y/N) was saying. 

   'You're going to hurt yourself more if you cry' Well. It was short and sweet. Great. 

   'I busted my ass trying to save them, I told them they were going to be okay, they were going to meet up with their sister on Friday. They can't be dead.' (Y/N) reaches out with one hand to gently wipe Clint's tears away, using the pad of their thumb to do so.

   'You can't save everyone Clint, you're lucky you got out of there alive,' 

  'Yeah. Lucky.' (Y/N) smiles at him sadly, running their thumb along his jaw, down to the slight scruff he'd been sporting for the last couple of weeks. 

   'Nat forgot to mention this but you also have a concussion. You hit the ground pretty hard during the explosion.' 

   'Yeah, I figured given how dizzy I am.' 

   'I can recline the bed for you. Maybe sleeping would help you too?'

   'I can't sleep,' Clint shakes his head, sighing a bit. 'Not with everything that's happening.' 

    'Close your eyes then, allow yourself a little rest.'

    'I haven't gotten any rest since the day I left you...' (Y/N)'s signing falters, their chest rises and falls shakily and Clint can see the emotion cloud their features. 

  'Me neither.'

   'Maybe you could stay with me for now? Just until I get better?' (Y/N) smiles softly and they end up nodding, making Clint feel happier than he had in a long time. 

  Wordlessly (Y/N) curls into Clint's side, being mindful of his many broken ribs. Clint wraps an arm around their shoulders, nuzzling his bandages nose into their hair. Even if Clint could never be with (Y/N) agains at least he had this for now, this close intimacy. And if he just closed his eyes he could almost pretend that nothing had happened between the two at all, that he was still in (Y/N)'s warm bed with then curled up by his side, snoring softly... 

   Clint blinked up at the ceiling tiredly, a small smile on his lips as he does. He winces a bit as he turns over, still recovering from his broken ribs. The sunlight streamed in from (Y/N)'s windows, illuminating their face beautifully. 

  Clint can't help it when he reaches out, brushing his fingers along their lips softly. God, he loved their lips more than anything in this world, probably more than coffee if he thought about it. 

  "Clint," (Y/N) says (he'd gotten particularly good at lip reading over the last few months). "That tickles," Clint smirks as he continues his actions, causing (Y/N) to giggle a bit. Even though he couldn't hear it he knew it was beautiful, he could tell by the way their eyes scrunched close, how their lips curled up perfectly, it was beautiful. 

  Clint smiles as he presses his lips to (Y/N)'s cupping their cheeks in his hands as he does. It felt so good to kiss them again, to wake up to them every morning, to tell then how much he loved them.

  Clint eventually breaks away to smiles at them, to look at them so lovingly and tenderly they almost forgot how he had wronged them but when he whispered the words; "I love you," in a croaky, soft voice (Y/N) forgot right away.