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CUDDLE MEME

what to do:
☆ post a comment with your character's name and fandom or preferences, if you have them.
★ use the magic RNG 1-12 to pick the cuddly scenario. or not.
☆ then cuddle it out!

cuddle choices:
① Sweet dreams It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.
② Stormy weather The heavy rain, thunder and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.
③ Lazy dancer It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.
④ Surprise attack Time to invade someone's personal space. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.
⑤ Movie night It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.
⑥ I love you, man It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.
⑦ Jeepers creepers Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?
⑧ Hurt and comfort Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
⑨ Sunday morning Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there’s just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart’s content.
⑩ Moment after You just had incredible, vigorous sex (playing out is totally optional) and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.
⑪ Ménage à trois Or four, or five. Get a group and cuddle away.
⑫ Player's choice Pick one or make up your own!

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It wasn't as if she saved them for him, he just made it possible for her to laugh and be herself instead of something fractured and damaged. Then again if it caused him to smirk in that way then she'd probably be open to laughing a hell of a lot more.

"What can I say, I'm an understanding person" Lie. Big lie. Natasha only usually had one understanding and that was pain shortly followed by death.

Sliding her hand down the nape of his neck and back up again, being this close, intimacy, it was terrifying. How had she let this happen? Did she even understand what she was getting herself into?

Clint was too good to put up with her, she was too damaged for him. He deserved someone who could give him everything, who didn't have to let their partner watch them seduce and lie, spill blood and take lives.

Then again, she couldn't let him go. She needed him to keep her grounded otherwise she'd crumble. "No. Don't want to move."

She did cuff him softly over the head at his last statement.

Clint chuckled, though really, it wasn’t completely untrue, no matter what she thought. She could be very understanding, at least when it came to him, something he had discovered yesterday after putting his foot in his mouth over the whole Steve thing. A lot of women would have been horribly offended and would have kicked him out of bed but she had stayed to talk it out, to reassure him, and to make sure they both understood where they were on that front.

He had slept for sixteen straight hours, but the way her hand was moving through his hair and down his neck, then back up again, was so relaxing it was almost enough to put him right out. God, it felt good.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere,” he said, lazily opening his eyes again. “If you can reach the remote, we can always give your movie another go. I promise I won’t ruin it this time by being an idiot... well, at least not enough to make you call it off completely again.”

The Steve thing was very unfounded, although she had questioned herself several times while watching him train. She may have had a history akin to her namesake but she was still a woman, well, that's what she told herself anyway during lingered glances.

However it would always have been Clint she'd have wanted to share this part of herself with, because Clint understood her, he'd always been there no matter how hard the times had been.

She laughed softly, stretched out an arm lazily along the rumpled bed clothes to locate the remote. It was just out of reach, which meant softly pushing his warm weight off her, which also meant she became cold and shivery, resulting in not only grabbing the remote and placing it between them but also reaching for the shirt she'd folded and slipping it back on.

"You're always an idiot, but a lovable one. It's endearing, charming and slightly adorable. But I will never admit that again."

Clint groaned in protest when Natasha gently pushed him off of her. Flopping onto his back, he did his best to look as pathetic as he could at the slight. Really, it didn’t take much; he was already missing her warmth, how her body could somehow be both soft and hard, and the steady beat of her heart beneath his ear.

He also missed the sight of her perfect body the second she covered it up.

“Gosh, you’re making me blush,” he teased, though the word really did strike him deeper than the were probably meant to. Just hearing that she could still find him endearing in spite of all his faults was never a bad thing. “And I’ll never tell either. I don’t need the other guys calling me ‘adorable’.” Which Tony certainly would to tease him if he ever caught wind of it. “Charming, though... that might not be so bad.”

He did look slightly pathetic which made her smile grow even though it should have been the opposite. She should have berated him, should have taken a moment to seriously consider the new stage in their relationship but why fight it when it seemed to make them both happy.

It was easy to find him endearing, her faults were a lot greater than his, how he could even stand to be in her company was the question when her company usually meant death and destruction. She bundled the blankets up, returning to his body easily. Her eyes rolled, pressing herself firmly against him. "Oh yeah you're a real charmer, I've watched you with the other agents, charming your way into their hearts, they swoon and gush all over you."

Jealousy? No. Maybe just a bit.

Clint grinned when she curled up against him again, dragging the blankets with her. Reaching up behind his head, he lifted it enough to pull the pillow into place before settling in again, his arm moving around her to hold her close.

“Hey, can I help it if I’m a friendly guy?” he protested half-heartedly. Was the jealousy he heard in her tone? Nah, probably just hearing things, but it was a nice thought. “Besides, agents of SHIELD are hardly ones to swoon.”

Not that they didn’t, not that he hadn’t seen it happen or even caused it, but he wasn’t about to let her win that one. “What are you doing anyway, spying on me?”

"Those agents of Shield are always swooning over you, and no I'm not spying on you." Natasha smirked, turning the television on and settling against him, wrapping a leg over his, smothering her face into his neck. "Just because I pretend to ignore the world doesn't mean I actually do."

Oh she'd heard things on the grapevine, heard them talking about him in the hallways, or the break rooms, or the medical unit. Most of the time it was hilarious and Natasha had had to remind herself not to burst out in laughter because honestly. Other times she'd lapsed in judgement and flinched. After all, he was her partner right? Yeah, that was the excuse she'd use.

"It's pretty damn childish, I mean I get what they say but really.."

Clint chuckled, his body relaxing completely as Natasha draped herself partially over him. It had become so comfortable, so fast, and he didn’t even give it a thought. Not that they hadn’t found themselves curled up together in the past before embarking on this relationship, but there were usually more clothes involved then and it wasn’t just to hang out and watch movies. Sometimes they needed the body heat when stationed somewhere cold, or the support when one of them was injured, and other times they just needed the comfort. This was different, but a good different.

“Childish?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow and looking down at the top of her head. Now his curiosity was piqued. “And just what do they say?” He had to ask. She couldn’t just throw something like that out there and expect him to just let it go.

In her mind it was always comfortable and easy to be close to him. They both had ledgers so full of red it blurred the lines. Clint's was cleaner than hers by a long shot, but his time spent playing the puppet, no matter whether he was infected with somebody else or not, had ensured he'd be categorized just like her, volatile and a loose canon which was a shame because he was neither and thankfully he kept her grounded enough to start mopping up her own dripping files.

"So you are just oblivious rather then pretending to be?" She glanced up, smirk tugging her lips. "He's got such big arms, have you seen his abs, those pants fit him like a glove" She made a face halfway between disgust and pity, childish, so childish in her eyes.

"Sometimes I wonder if those fan sites you have weren't just created by a bored agent with the hots for you. Would explain a lot of the stuff on there."

Clint gave Natasha an innocent look when she assumed he was oblivious. That wasn’t entirely true, though he certainly didn’t know all the details of what was said about him, though he knew there were some good comments. Mostly he just wanted to know what she thought was childish.

Laughing at her words as well as her expression, he threw his head back into the pillow. It was an honest laugh, a free and genuine one, and it certainly felt good.

“Careful, Widow, I’m gonna start thinking you’re jealous, he teased. “And just what would it explain?” He still couldn’t get over the idea that not only were there multiple fan sites for him, but that Natasha seemed to have spent a considerable amount of time on them.

"I told you earlier Clint, I get jealous. I'm territorial, it's in my nature." She just didn't want to admit anything like always, so she used her namesake as a way out. It was partially true, she did get jealous easily although years of experience meant she could bypass showing it through her body language.

His laughter had made her smile, it was good to see him find hilarity in her words. After everything the pair went through together and solo it was good to have downtime where nothing really had to be that serious, where they didn't need to play a role.

"There's a couple of pictures floating around that look like they were taken in the medical wing, so at least one of these darling agents must be a Hawkeye fanatic.. we really need to start smearing these people more."

Clint rolled his eyes good-naturedly at her words. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “Does that mean you consider me your territory now?” Maybe not just now but for a long time before this. Clearly she was very up on what other women though about him around headquarters.

“The medical wing?” he repeated. “Don’t tell me I’m naked in these.”

Bringing one hand up he traced idle patterns on her arm. “Smearing them? And just what did you have in mind? ‘cause you could always just fight back with your own pictures. Maybe I’d even pose for you.”

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