out of cryo. i was busier today than i thought i was going to be? and between my two cross country practices today i ran a total of 9 miles and i’m exhausted and i think i’m just gonna crash… sorry i didn’t get anything done, i’m gonna try to be here after band tomorrow~
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That was your last act on earth, pal.
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HEY GUYS;;
you guys should go follow the bae b/c she so close to her next hundred!! you won’t regret following b/c her characterization and portrayal is SPOT ON. 6000/10 would recommend.
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out of red. well i've been listening to the happiest playlist i have but all this robin williams stuff is just making me really upset so i think i'm just gonna call it a night. sorry guys, i know you've been waiting for drafts -- i only have four left to do so i shouldn't have any trouble getting them done tomorrow when everything's calmed down.
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I can think of a few things.
[ She fixes him in the most innocent of gazes, gently nudging him with her foot. Steve's cute when he's blushing -- not that she'll ever admit it, but he is. And she's just teasing him, after all. Mostly. ]
Would you have any objections to me joining you?
After I've eaten, of course.
[ Her green eyes have a mischievous gleam to them, her lips pulling upward in a smirk. Natasha slowly takes another bite of her dinner, as if to say it won't be much longer, anyway. ]
[ Oh, there’s that blush again. Steve looks down and away, cheeks stained red, and leans his cheek against the curve of his shoulder, side-eyeing Natasha curiously. ]
Yes. For snuggling. What else would we do?
[ Playing obtuse deliberately, he chuckles, tapping her legs lightly with his hands before leaning in to kiss her lips lightly. ]
You, eat. I’m going to go shower and get this plane stink off of me.
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"Okay."
Gently, she tipped her head downward to press a soft kiss
into his hair. The hand on his shoulder moved to cup his
cheek, and as he looked up at her she returned the smile,
thumb lightly stroking over his cheekbones.
"You're welcome."
Natasha wouldn't think of doing anything else -- if nothing else,
she was his friend, and he needed her. Of course she was
perfectly happy to do anything for him, if it eased the burdens
off his shoulders even a little. She was always willing to be
there when he needed her.
Pursing her lips, she took a small step back, her hands
lingering on his cheeks for just a moment longer before
she reached for his bag, beginning to pack things away
for him.
"Maybe the promise of breakfast tomorrow morning.
And I'll probably need to borrow a shirt to sleep in."
She glanced at him with a small smirk playing at her lips.
Clint hardly needed to convince her of anything -- she was
happy to stay with him as long as she was needed.
“Home would be a good idea.”
Home did sound better than spending the night at the gym,
but he didn’t want to be alone. Not in the state that he was
in. He nearly broke in front of Natasha. Who’s to say he
wouldn’t break down alone at home? That was a risk he didn’t
want to take.
Bringing it up to her was another thing. There was a fifty percent
chance she would go home with him, but there’s the other fifty
where she’d tell him to man up. She probably wouldn’t say that,
but it’s a slight possibility according to Clint.
”Thanks.”
Looking up at her, he gave a soft smile. The hand in his hair
and the hand on his shoulder allowed him to relax his tense
muscles. With a deep breath in, Clint sighed heavily, trying
to convince himself to get up and pack his gym bag up.
”What would it take t’convince you to stay with me tonight?”
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"If that's all he's doing here, he's an even bigger idiot than I'd originally assumed."
"He Likes you Natasha, it’s painfully obvious. He’s just trying to get your attention and he’s succeeding. You clearly care”
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❝ Not odd enough, unfortunately. ❞
"On the odd occasion.”
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