bakerstreet | The Compulsive Truth Telling Meme.

Dignity? Modesty? Propriety? Being able to keep secrets? These things are someone else's problem now that your character has been somehow given a super dose of truth serum. No matter what they do, they cannot help but tell the truth. They are compelled to do it and, by God, nothing's gonna stop. Nothing can stop them.

How to:

→ Post with your character . . . who has just been dosed with the ultimate magical truth serum, blurting out something they would otherwise lie about or keep secret. Maybe they are in the middle of spouting off an unpopular opinion, an embarrassing personal fact or admitting to a favorite sexual position or partner? Run wild the idea. Just . . .
→ DO NOT LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK. It's your character and their secret.
→ Other characters reply with their reactions. Shenanigans ensue!
→ If confronted with a question, your character MUST answer all of them honestly.
→ Have fun and be excellent to each other.

Meme idea taken and modified from previous memes, notably this one from TLH.

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It wasn't even that she wanted to hide it, she wasn't proud or happy about any part of her upbringing. However there was still a disturbed part of her that enjoyed her past to some extent. That's what she wanted to hide. The fact that even when Natalia took the reigns Natasha had still enjoyed the rush of blood, the wet heat and the thrill of watching someone die by your hands. It was those thoughts that reminded her to keep her mouth shut because people wouldn't understand and helping them connect the dots to her own pleasure would be too much.

Natasha smiled, half caught out of her own thoughts. This is what made them work, the fact they were both in ways so broken and damaged and that they had to change to work as well as they did. She simply bumped his shoulder again, finding her other boot and tugging it on, wincing at the pain in her muscle from the jolt.

She stood quickly, took a few unsteady steps towards the bag to find a jacket, laughing in her general melodic tune. "That's the biggest lie I've ever heard. Hell, if we had more time I'd be going for round two right now" She cocked her head to give him an innocent look over her shoulder, bending only slightly to buckle her boots, giving him the same 'show' he'd gave her albeit with more clothes on.
"I would suffocate you with the pillow. Also if, whatever this is, is going to work we have to be more discrete."

Through their years together, while they kept many things to themselves they had also mastered the act of silent communication. Often they could carry on entire conversations with just looks, touches and gestures; it drove Tony crazy. This was one of those moments, and while they had talked about trust the silent understanding was just how deep that trust ran between them, and the fact that there really was nobody else either of them could say that about. Returning her smile for a moment, soft and genuine, Clint then finished tying his boots and got to his feet, slipping on the jacket he’d left hanging on the chair. Stooping to gather up the bits and pieces of discarded clothing, he stopped and gave her a look at her words.

“In that case you better get some sleep when we get back ‘cause you’re gonna need the energy,” he said with a leering grin. Of course she had to accent her words by giving him a good view of just how perfect her jeans fit. With less than ten minutes, now wasn’t the time.

He didn’t get time to comment on her threat before her next statement caught him off guard, though in a good way; a very good way. Whatever this was, whatever she wanted it to be, he would do just about anything to make it work. Realising he had just sort of gone silent and stock still, he walked over to where she stood, arms laden with clothes to stuff in the bag when she was done rooting through it. “Hey, I can be discrete,” he stated. “Nothing has to change as far as everyone else is concerned, it’s none of their business anyway. We just... act like we always have.”

Maybe a little easier said than done, but he was up to the task. Might be a little difficult keeping his hands off of her, especially when they were sparring, but it was the subtle things that would be harder to disguise. He just had to hope nobody noticed any change in how he looked at her from now on.

She rolled her eyes at his words, turned to pick at the items in his hands, slowly folding them and stuffing them into the bag. "Stark will make it his business, and if Stark finds out Fury will flip his shit" A smirk suddenly fell on her lips, stuffing the rest of the clothes and items into the bag with a soft laugh. "I also feel like this is a great opportunity to fuck with Stark as much as possible." Any chance to fuck with Tony made her day complete considering the amount of times he'd tried to get her to tell him who Natalia was and why Natasha's files were covered in thick black marks.

Natasha studied him for a moment, head tilted and a smile playing along the curve of her lips. "Act like we always have huh Barton? I'm sure I can go back to internally wanting to strip you down and fuck the shit out of you, but are you going to be okay doing the same?" She carelessly reached out, tapping fingers on his chest. "I mean, it's certainly going to be hard now" The pun was a terrible choice of words, but really, Natasha didn't care, plus she had a lot of 'getting back' to do even if it was his stupidly placed questions that was the catalyst for last night.

"People don't tend to question why I'm staring at you, probably because they think I'm pondering ways of kicking your ass, when really I've been thinking about what I'd like to do to you" Everything seemed so innocent, Natasha being able to switch in and out of anything easily because her teasing tone of voice didn't last as she retrieved fingers and smoothed her jeans down her legs.

Had Clint been in charge of packing he would have just stuffed the whole armload in the bag as is, but Natasha decided to waste what little time they had left folding everything. Women. His face lit up at the idea of fucking with Tony, though. It was definitely a worthwhile pastime. “I approve of this plan.” It would drive Tony crazy.

With only the weapons left to grab, Clint took a moment’s pause. It was a bad idea. With so little time remaining, Natasha decided there was still enough to get close and teasing and, Christ she was just not going to make this easy for him. “Oh, it’s gonna be hard,” he agreed, his voice little better than a growl. Grabbing her hips he pulling her against him. “Luckily most people are more likely to be looking at you than me. And I’m sure there are enough that have already guessed I’ve wanted to fuck your brains out for years.”

They could go on thinking whatever they wanted, they didn’t have to know that anything had been acted on.

“You just keep thinking about it and next time we’re alone maybe you can make it a reality.” He leaned in so his forehead touched hers. “Now they’ll be here any minute, so gimme a kiss and let’s make it a good one.” He didn’t wait for affirmation before capturing her lips with his.

Fucking with Tony was probably going to end up with Natasha in hysterics behind closed doors. Mind already racing over scenarios in which they could start planting the seeds in his mind.

Of course the tone of his voice snapped her out her happy little Stark-inspired daydream and had her attention fully back on him, especially when she found herself pressed up against him with his fingers digging into her hips. "For years? I'm a little hurt you never tried it on before now Barton". Of course that may have been a slight white lie, or maybe not.

"There's no maybe about it Barton." She smirked, eyes slipping closed because hell, he was pressed too close and if she didn't close them she wouldn't be able to control herself. His words made her laugh softly, a dark chuckle in the back of her throat that died under his lips, hands winding their way around his neck. Of course Shield would have to call at that particular moment. In half a mind to take her phone and throw it at the nearest wall, instead she pulled back, nipping at his lip for good measure.

"Alright Romeo, let's get out of here yeah?"

For years, yes. It hadn’t started out that way, in the beginning he had just wanted to help her, to banish her demons and train her to use her skills for good, but the more he got to know her, the more she let him in, the harder it was to deny his attraction to her. He told himself it was nothing and that he was nothing special; every straight man with a pulse wanted her, he could never act on it.

Only apparently he could and he had and it had been amazing, and it was only the beginning. So as much as he kicked himself for not going for it sooner, he wouldn’t change anything.

For a long moment he lost himself in the kiss; feeling her, tasting her until there was nothing else, she was everything. Then, of course, the call came in and the moment was gone. He held her just a little longer, breathing her in, before slowly nodding. “If we have to.”

Reluctantly he let her go and moved away to grab his bow and quiver.

The Compulsive Truth Telling Meme.

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