#OH. IT GOT SO LONG. but they are cute.

[mastcrmarksman]

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.

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[rapidhighway]

mmmmmmm anxiety fuck off hmmmmmmmm anxiety fuck offff mmmmmmmmmm

[lotus-pear]

rewatched bsd w my friend seeing it for the first time and the nostalgia of seeing these two together again hit me like a bus

[royalarchivist]

Bagi: I think Badboyhalo is turning green. Without the rainbow stuff, I saw green stuff in his hand- in his back.

Fit: You might be right, yeah. I mean, it's hard to tell with- Hold on. Wait- wait. Bad, take your shirt off. Take your shirt off.

Bad: Well, I mean, I don't know if this is the right setting for-

Fit: Take your shirt off. [Leans into the mic and uses a deeper voice] Take your shirt off, take your shirt off, take your shirt off.

Empanada: whoa there are kids here and its me D:

Fit: Don't worry, Empanada- Bad's my good friend, and I just want to make sure that he's doing okay, you know? That's all I'm doing.

Bad: [Disappointed] Oh, ok... I guess Pac would be upset if it was anything else. Anyway!

Fit: Wait, what? What? Huh?

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Bagi: I think Badboyhalo is turning green.

Empanada: [In response to Bad saying everything is fine] mhm sure uncle bad i believe you especially

Fit: You might be right, yeah. Wait, hold on- I mean, it's hard to tell with-

Bagi: Without the rainbow stuff, I saw green stuff in his hand- in his back.

Fit: Wait, really?

Bagi: In his back, yeah.

Bad: Yeah, I don't know what Bagi is talking about. [In a loud whisper] Bagi's been seeing things, Fit!

Fit: Hold on, wait- wait. Bad, take your shirt off. Take your shirt off.

Bad: Well, I mean, I don't know if this is the right setting for-

Fit: Take your shirt off. [Leans into the mic and uses a deeper voice] Take your shirt off, take your shirt off, take your shirt off, take your shirt off.

Bagi: [Cracking up]

Bad: OK, ok, ok! It's off! There you go!

Fit: [Sees the infection / marking on Bad's back] Um... That doesn't, uh... Yeah, you might want to get that checked out.

Bagi: It's kinda different, you know?

Fit: Yeah, I think you might want to see a doctor.

Bad: Nah, it looks fine! No, it looks fine.

Empanada: whoa there are kids here and its me D:

Fit: Don't worry, Empanada- I'm just checking- Bad's my good friend, and I just want to make sure that he's doing okay, you know? Like, that's all I'm doing.

Bad: [Disappointed] Oh, ok... I guess Pac would be upset if it was anything else. Anyway!

Fit: Wait, what? What? Huh? Huh? What?

Bad: Oh, you didn't want to check out my muscles? Anyways, it's fine... I just- you know. Anyways...

Empanada: you got pac after all

Fit: Yeah Empanada, he's my roommate! Yeah, he's my roommate, it's- it's- it's cool, it's cool.

Bad: You got Pac, after all. Your roommate.

Fit: My roommate, My roommate.

Empanada: sure tell yourself that

Bad: [Cracks up]

Bagi: [Also cracking up] Oh Empanada, I love you so much! You're definitely my daughter! You're so my daughter! Here- Empanada, here's another cookie for you!

Fit: [Groans] I'm catching strays, I'm catching strays from an Egg today, oh no...

Bad: This is great! Oh, my goodness...

Empanada: you wore each others clothes tio

Fit: Yeah, but that- but I mean, that was- I- I know it- it- um...

Bad: I love this, this is great.

Fit: I got nothing, I got nothing... I got no defense to that.

[heybiji]

"Do me a favor and put your arms around me."

[front-facing-pokemon]

[ashipiko]

did I hear a DOUBLE DATE ???????

😭😭 art block has been kinda sucky not really lately so in attempts to fix it after LOOOOTS of talking and rambling w my good friend @nohrianhime I decided HEY. WHY NOT DRAW THE DOUBLE DATE WE’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT??? <3 and look at how much fun they’re having fr

[clownsuu]

Sorry for the artblock!!! here's a lil gift, from a shy lil lurker,

I LOVE HER SO MUCH, LIKE THEIR OUTFIT? the absolute most!! <3 <3 <3

"it's my uniform?? >:(( "

I hope you enjoyed my mini comic of Lovelie Robs insulting my boi Marky-moo.

//Honestly I see Lovelie in the one audio from Madagascar; like

y/n: I'd like to kiss you monkey man-

Lovelie: Alright, but your so darn ugly.

(also if it is not okay that I sent you art here I am so sorry. Next time i'll just post it on my account. It's a gift so i figured it would be okie)

WAAA LOOK AT THEM BE A MENACE TO SOCIETY ;;;;;

[gwinverarrouz]

Just finished rereading the first Bartimaeus book and yeah, yeah, I can see why I loved these books so much as a child :>

I feel like these illustrations aren't 100% faithful to the source material but maybe they're how Bart wished things happened, you know??

[cidandy]

i fear the general public may not deserve her...but you get to see girl cider as a treat because i like her & i can't stop drawing her.

[sysig]

Pretty clothes for you! ✨ (Patreon)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

thinkin bout magneto's lil list of aliases from that One Shot of his government file or w/e in 97 and how it lists the three main men who've played him (David Hemblen, Ian McKellen, Michael Fassbender) and kinda cackling at the idea 1.) if they included All his names 2.) having 'michael' on that list twice

[planetst4r]

Baby Babble

A Turnov x Caboose fanfic (VodkaBrakes)

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It was a cold, bitter day in Turnov's family railyard. The railroads had ceased operation for the day due to the immense snow build up, which was common for Russia during a blizzard. Turnov and Caboose had been snowed into their shed, and normally they would take turns going out to work each day. Since that wasn't possible, they found it the perfect opportunity to spend some much-needed quality time with their baby trainlet, Snezhinka, as a family.

Caboose was in the kitchen, sipping on some vanilla coffee as he spoke to Dinah on the radio through his mic. the two had started calling each other weekly after Caboose had moved to Russia, and the calls seemed to go on and on for hours - At least to Turnov's perspective.

Turnov was in the dining room, entertaining Snezhinka by playing peek a boo, pulling silly faces, things you wouldn't expect a mean, gruff engine to do. But in reality, Turnov had a soft side, which he saved for his family and friends.

"Aren't you the cutest little engine in the whole of Russia?" Turnov cooed with a thick accent, holding out the newborn engine in front of him proudly.

He expected her to reply with just some normal baby babble, but today she said something else.

"Da!" the little engine exclaimed. her little arms reaching out for her daddy.

Oh my starlight. did she just... reply in russian?

Turnov stared at Snezhinka for a few seconds, slightly wide eyed. The trainlet let out a little chuckle at what she thought was her daddy pulling another silly face.

The russian engine looked over his shoulder to Caboose, who was still chatting happily on his radio.

"Caboose..?"

Caboose's head turned around, covering his mic.

"Just a minute!" He said, before going back to talking with Dinah.

"I'll get back to ya in a sec hun, Novvy is callin' me for somethin'." He said before putting the call on hold and placing his radio headset on the kitchen counter.

The shorter male skated towards the two in the dining room

"Yes?" Caboose asked.

By this point Turnov was sounding like he was about to cry. He was so emotional over something so small, something you couldn't expect from a man like Turnov.

"She just said "yes" in Russian..!" Turnov said in a wobbly voice, a proud smile on his face; yet he still looked and sounded like he was about to burst out in happy tears.

Caboose jokingly scoffed, crossing his arms and cocking his hip as he raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure it wasn't just baby babble?" Caboose asked with a smirk, chuckling a bit at Turnov's overreaction.

Turnov pretended to be offended, cradling Snezhinka close to him.

"Hey! so what? You never know.." Turnov said, defending their trainlet as he looked down at her, tears swelling up in his eyes. "Oh, my little princess, embracing her culture! such a clever girl!" The taller male cooed at Snezhinka, who cooed back.

Their little conversation was quickly overtaken by Turnov repeatedly saying "Yes you are! Oh yes you are Умница!" while the small engine giggled in his arms.

Caboose playfully rolled his eyes, planting a kiss on Turnov's cheek before skating back into the kitchen to continue his long weekly talk with Dinah.

End of fic <3 thank you for reading! ❤️🖤🩶🤍

[allthepandasintheworld]

i think the most fun thing about pocket (other than being a pocket main of course) is that im pretty sure i've been training my entire life specifically to draw this little goober. like im pretty sure they were entirely made specifically to my tastes and i love with video games do that for me thank you valve thank you deadlock

[big-ass-magnet]

Oggie: vut kind ov animal iz de pink panther Oggie's wife, already taking off her clothes: Ognian you’re so fucking stupid