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tired..
not dead . just didn have inspo since last post .
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Some Avengers Academy SamClint or what I wanna call them Arrowwing :]
(lets ignore I cant draw wings)
i uh wanna say Im extremely concerned on how much Ive been shifting fandoms😭 but I have been warming up my artistic abilities on RaiLao again soooo
#art#i just think they're neat#doodle#help#the avengers#avengers academy#sam wilson#clint barton#Clint Barton x Sam wilson#Arrowwings#they should kiss#look at them!#marvel
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The latest chapter of MAMC had me swooning!! SWOONING I TELL YOU!!! Just so so good!!! Tony and Steve dancing around each other but Steve being the most smitten about everything!! I loved it!! Poor Bucky!! Poor sweet baby!! Also Sam complaining about how he’s trying to impress Clint and it’s not working!! THOR WISDOM FLIRTS??? WHAT????? Amazing!!! I love it!!! The whole conversation after the forges! The May Day carriage ride back convo!!!! FEELINGS!!! LOKI!! MY DEAR PICK ANOTHER TIME!!!
Sam being like "I have been lifting heavy things and flexing for DAYS now and Clint isn't looking??" I love him. I love SamClint together they are such a perfect ship. Especially Alpha!Sam and honestly any version of Omega!Clint
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ship bias
Sambucky (Goes without saying)
Samsteve
Samquin
Samclint? Not sure the name.
Samthor? SamTony? SamRhodey? Samrumlow? I'm not sure.
5 Ships give or take that I have a bias for Sam with, all male since he's Gay.
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polyship week day 6: scheduling as romance
the boys are (trying) to plan for some time together! its rough with four superheroes with different schedules and when one of them is married. but they make it work.
(steve and bucky are just friends in this one)
for @polyshipweek
#polyshipweek22#marvel#mcu#sam wilson#clint barton#steve rogers#bucky barnes#samsteve#sambucky#samclint#winterhawk#steveclint#steve x sam#sam x bucky#sam x clint#steve x clint#clint x bucky#sam x steve x clint x bucky#//this is not stucky
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stranded on a desert island & green-eyed epiphany for samclint!
Sam’s not jealous of a piece of driftwood. He’s not. It’s just a chunk of wood being carried by Clint.
Shirtless.
Sweaty.
In the sunlight.
But he’s not jealous of the piece of wood, because it’s just a piece of wood. He’s the one who gets to sleep next to Clint while they’re on this godforsaken island—to keep warm, of course—he’s the one who gets to talk to Clint all day, and he’s the one who watch Clint try and make them a fort to sleep in.
“The storm’ll be here soon, I think,” Clint says, forcing the driftwood into place in the sand. “Probably should start getting all the supplies into the fort.”
“Yeah,” Sam agrees. “I’ll grab the water?”
“You’ll do no such thing,” Clint says, planting his hand on Sam’s chest to keep him sitting.
Sam really hopes Clint can’t feel how fast his heart is beating right now. “I won’t?”
“Nope,” Clint says cheerfully. “You’ll stay put while I get the supplies, and then I’ll come back for you. Gotta stay off that leg, Sammy boy.”
Sam grumbles, but he doesn’t put up any real fight. Clint gathers all their food and water and puts it inside the fort, then comes back for Sam. “I coulda walked,” Sam tries halfheartedly.
“Nah,” Clint says, scooping him up like he weighs less than that piece of wood. “Besides, I was getting kind of jealous.”
“Jealous?” Sam asks. “Of what?”
Clint blushes, his already sunburnt skin going a shade darker. “Of the chair,” he admits. “It’s stupid.”
“You—oh. Oh.” Sam blinks, his mouth open in surprise. “I was jealous of the wood you were carrying earlier,” he admits.
“Aw, Sammy,” Clint teases. He gently sets Sam down on their shared bedroll, propping himself up on an elbow next to him. “Whaddaya say we make good on this surprise vacation, hm?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Sam says grinning.
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i am pioneering this ship! (samclintbucky) here's some date night headcanons:
i present: samclintbucky date night where they try to go to a bar or club
but they need to go somewhere so bucky can dance
and that caters to sams refined alc tastes
while also selling the cheap low alc content beer clint exclusively drinks
and also not being crowded enough to stress bucky out or too loud for clint's hearing aids
also bucky is a basic white girl at heart and exclusively drinks sugary fruity syrupy sweet drinks
clint and sam have to take turns dancing w him cus bucky is still learning modern style club dancing
and if clint goes too long on the floor he starts dad dancing but if they leave him at the bar unattended he gets into fights
bucky will refuse to STOP dancing once he’s started tho, so sam and clint have to like take shifts
and sam gets bored/lazy after ten minutes of dancing he’ll just be bumping and grinding w super low effort
so they end up doing a weird bar-crawl club-hopping situation except one of them is always unhappy w the drinks or music or layout of the place so they’re changing locations almost every half hour
they can’t even do shots bc that’s never enough for bucky to feel but if clint touches hard alcohol he goes into a my-father-was-an-abusive-alcoholic spiral and sam just wants to listen to good music w a good whiskey and his boys
but he can’t bc not only is he stressing abt his bfs, he’s also worrying abt safety and exposure and budgeting and not getting sick or anything
its lighthearted tho like its chaos but its their chaos
and bucky def has to teach sam how to formally dance cus sam only knows the like normal funky fresh dancing he learned growing up/through media
whereas clint Knows how to Dance cus he was in the circus he just Chooses to b ridiculous. he feigns oblivious so that bucky will also give him lessons, but this is ultimately exposed by nat on a mission
#samclintbucky#2birds1buck#winterbirds#winterhawk#winterfalcon#samclint#sambucky#clintbucky#marvel headcanons#sambucky hc#clintbucky hc#samclint hc
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i remember there was this one anime where sam and clint where shield partners and then clint faked his death and sam was all “honouring clint’s last request” and honestly it was a bit gay but i don’t remember which ridiculous series it was
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peak fashion
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sam/clint (aa verse)
N/AI don’t really know the AA verse and I don’t watch/play avengers academy! I know that a lot of people do though. Obviously in the MCU I don’t think they’ve interacted at all or not much, so I probably wouldn’t ship them there.
But I know it’s more than just the MCU for a lot of people! And I’ve seen pictures and memes of the so called ‘players’ or ‘characters’ flirting and whatnot, it looks great. At least the avengers get on in the game, and what’s the show…animated - avengers earths mightiest heroes. Yea. :)
#asks answered#sort of#I can’t really watch the animated show but I just wish the mcu was more like it haha AND AA#ships#samclint#is it a good ship?#tell me things
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Sam's going to have to buy a new shirt.
"You know there was about a million ways you could've finished that mission without causing a brawl in a nightclub?"
"Sure, but where's the fun in that?"
Sam sighs, loud and pointedly. It doesn't change anything but it makes him feel a little better, at least.
"Hey," Clint says. "We got it done, don't worry about it."
"You're as bad as Steve," Sam tells him. Technically he's worse because Clint can't walk off a stab wound or bench press a car, but Sam already knows that's not going to stop him.
Jesus, Sam had thought he'd catch a break without a pair of supersoldiers to keep an eye on.
He was wrong.
Clint spits a mouthful of blood into the sink and grins, bloodstained teeth and smeared eyeliner. It makes his eyes look even more blue and there must be something very wrong with Sam to find him this attractive.
What's his thing with reckless white boys, honestly?
"This place has a hot tub," Clint offers.
"Uh huh," Sam says. "Haven't you had enough for one day?"
"Just getting started," Clint replies, wipes at his mouth.
He's an idiot, and Sam must be an idiot too because now he's crowding Clint up against the sink to kiss him, blood and all.
At least Clint's kissing him back.
#shg writes oh god what did i call it#shg writes hawkfalcon#shg writing snippets#some samclint from a fic i discontinued#tw blood#nightclub clint with eyeliner and blood on his mouth is unashamedly my biggest kink
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Everyone go read Whisper immediately. It’s Sam/Clint -- a ship which I like to call ‘Love is for the birds’ because I’m hilarious -- and it is so. fucking. good.
Summary:
Clint is Riley.
That’s his cover. He’s sent by SHIELD to infiltrate the EXO Falcon unit, under the name of Riley Jones.
Sam watches Riley’s empty casket being lowered into the ground. He’s the only one there. There’s nothing left of Riley, nothing but the pain in Sam’s chest, nothing but the regret of never telling Riley how much he’s meant to Sam.
Chance brings him face to face with Clint Barton, alive, scratching the back of his head with that awkward little gesture, and saying “hey” like he hasn’t shattered Sam’s world to pieces.
@intermittently-ava is a menace, and I should not be allowed near her Ao3 when I have things to do.
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365 Days of Writing 2017 - Day 12
Accidents happened to superheroes. Bad things happened. They all knew it. They had seen it before, with Tony’s near death experience, with Pietro’s death, with the separation of Steve and Tony. They knew of the dangers in their line of work, did their jobs despite it.
No one had ever expected it to happen to Clint.
Clint liked to remind people that he didn’t have a super serum that gave him strength, a suit that protected him, a mighty hammer and super strength, or a rage beast living inside him. He was just a guy with a bow and really good aim. When others joined, he reminded them of that too. He had only really had to deal with snarky comments from Sam, but even then, he wondered if Sam was truly only human. They kept an eye on Clint, every single one of them. If Natasha saw something coming his way, she’d report it over the coms. Thor and Tony had shot over to save him more than once. Steve and Hulk had both caught him before he hit the ground. Hell, even Sam had taken to constantly scouting, peeking at the archer as he circled in the air. They all had each others’ backs.
No matter how many times he replayed it in his head, he had no idea how the hell anything had gotten past all of them.
The hospital room was emptier than he had expected, but he was grateful for it. Sam had waited until all of the others were gone, trying to time it so that he had time alone with Clint. He moved into the room, sinking heavily into the chair next to the bed as he looked at the unconscious archer. The building falling on him had done a number on him: some broken ribs, a concussion, possible memory loss, broken arm, the list went on and on. Sam watched him tiredly, feeling weariness in his bones. With the silence of the room and the steady beep of the machines, Sam found himself drifting off.
Sam woke with a start, knocking a blanket off of him. He frowned at it, unaware of where it had even come from. He looked at it for a minute, his exhausted brain trying to process what it was.
“The worst part about being in the hospital is the boredom.” Sam lifted his head, his eyes instantly falling onto Clint, taking in the bruised physique. Clint looked at him, exhaustion etched onto his features so deep Sam wondered if he’d ever be free of it. Sam offered a faint smile, the corner of his lips quirking up. He moved, sitting on the edge of the bed, a hand coming up to brush Clint’s hair.
“Should I ask how you feel?” he asked. Clint watched him and shook his head.
“Can’t hear you, Sam,” he said, his voice soft. Sam nodded a little, shifting his hands to repeat himself. Clint grunted, rolling his eyes, wincing as it made his head hurt. The good news was that Clint seemed to remember him at least.
I’m sorry, Clint. Sam signed it slowly, watching Clint as Clint watched his hands. Clint snorted, shaking his head.
“Don’t be. None of us saw it, whatever it was. I don’t even care what it was right now. It’s no one’s fault.” The archer fell silent for a minute. “I want to go home, Sam. I don’t want to be here.”
I know. We’ll go home as soon as we can, I promise. Sam really hoped that they could go home sooner rather than later. Clint made a noise, but he moved his good hand to hold Sam’s. Sam brought it to his lips, kissing Clint’s knuckles, earning himself a small smile from the archer. Something was better than nothing.
#sam wilson#clint barton#avengers#hawkeye#falcon#how do you tag their ship?#samclint#clintsam#writing#365 days of writing
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Hi! I stumbled upon Sugar Seeking Sugar on pure accident and let me tell you how happy I am that I did! It is such a masterpiece and so lovely!!! It's SOFT and makes me melt! Especially with how you write tony and steve's relationship
I saw that you compare AlphaSteve with another one of your stories. SAS?? I think? I was wondering if you can tell me the name of the fic because it's the weekend and I need binge reading material 🤣
Hi! Yay so glad you’re enjoying it!
SAS is “Stetsons and Schoolteachers” which is a historical Western AU ft. mentally and physically traumatized Omega!Tony running from his past and settling into town as a schoolteacher and Alpha!Sheriff Steve who is both big bad and fucking fierce but also turns into goo every time the schoolteacher so much as looks at him.
It’s honestly one of the best stories I’ve ever written. The side characters are LEGIT— Deputy Bucky and Madame Natasha absolutely steal the spotlight with some of their scenes. Mates SamClint are EXCELLENT with their sass and how much they love each other. At one point Valkyrie points a crossbow at someone’s dick and goes “that’s right bitches, I’ve got a cross bow, next one to mess with Tony gets a bolt right through their knot”
It is just an excellent story. I tried really hard to make it as romance novel tropey as possible and it gave us some really amazing scenes and what might be one of the best Stony interactions I’ve ever written including this one::
And less seriously, this one in which Tony sasses the Alpha to the point of near speechlessness:
Which leads to Steve getting roasted halfway to hell from his Deputies:
It’s just a good story alright? If I had to list all my favorite parts it would be pages long
You can find it linked on my fic Masterlist at the top of my blog or on AO3 under “Stetsons and Schoolteachers”
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“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.” in winterbirds thank you i love you
“I am not buying IKEA furniture again, birdbrain.” Sam crosses his arms and glares down at him.
Clint pouts from Bucky’s lap. “But Sammy,” he whines, “We had so much fun building our bookshelf last time.”
Bucky snorts. Sam raises an eyebrow. “You mean the time where I had to stop Bucky from flying to Sweden to assassinate the founder of IKEA for making the instructions, and I quote, ‘completely fucking incomprehensible’? Or do you mean the time when you learned Swedish just so you could read the instructions, and then you found out that the instructions were in English and you threw the shelf out the window?”
Bucky combs his fingers through Clint’s hair gently. “He’s got a point, sweetheart. We tend to go a little crazy when we have to assemble IKEA furniture.”
Clint pouts at the both of them. “But look!” He scrambles out of Bucky’s lap and across the room, grabs something from a shelf, and comes back, proudly holding a piece of paper in front of him. “They made instructions on how to build a blanket fort!”
Sam takes the paper from him and looks it over. “We don’t need these,” he scoffs. “I could make a better fort with my eyes closed, babe.”
“Bet my fort would be better,” Bucky says offhandedly, examining his nails.
Sam narrows his eyes. “Is that a challenge, Barnes?”
Bucky grins at him. “You bet your hot ass it is, Wilson.” Entranced, Clint’s gaze bounces back and forth between them like a tennis ball.
Sam raises an eyebrow. “Stakes?”
“Loser has to cook dinner for the winner,” Bucky offers.
“Winner gets me in their blanket fort!” Clint pipes up, grinning and batting his eyes when the two men look at him.
“Well, how can I say no to that?” Sam asks, smirking.
“You can’t, it’s impossible,” Clint winks. “Kiss for luck?” Both Sam and Bucky plant a kiss on his cheek, and after a few minutes (giving them time to gather supplies) Clint settles on the couch. “On your mark!”
“You’re going down, Wilson,” Bucky growls playfully.
“Get set!”
“In your dreams, Barnes,” Sam responds.
“Go!”
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