A shiny penny. New, stretchy and clean socks. And what about a car fresh off the lot? There's something to be said for the fancy and new - but there are charm and comfort you just can't beat when it comes to the old faithfuls. Your favorite t-shirt, worn out in the shoulders. That warm blanket.
The person you've been with...well, forever.
how to play.
Comment with your character, prefs, etc.
All characters are welcome, as there are prompts for everyone - yes, including your grimdark antiheroes and playboy types.
Reply to others. Your characters are well-established "old" couple who've been with each other for a while and - hopefully - have left all the drama behind.
prompts.
special trip: enjoy the beaches of Florida or the twin-sun skies of Tatooine.
not the settling sort: how did you, of all people, settle down? nevermind, you might as well just reap the benefits.
new place: you two just can't keep your hands to yourselves. or your bodies off every piece of furniture you have.
night off: one of you is always busy, so time together is rare.
long distance: a more extreme version of the above. you two are married but don't live together, as one of you is always on the road...or on the run.
still so in love: no matter how long you've been together, the spark's still there.
hatesex: there's no spark here, as it's more like a raging inferno of resentment towards your insignificant other.
rekindle the spark: in continuation of spark talk, you guys are trying to recapture what you once had.
make-up sex: the best thing about marital spats? making up again!
romantic night: break out the chocolate and bubble bath.
still got it: they have no need for jealousy, as you have eyes only for them. you want to show them how beautiful they are.
domestically depraved: to the outside world, you're the Cleavers. in your own little world, you're still the perfect couple - just a bit kinky.
[I'm in! TBH I'm currently more familliar with MCU Clint but have been re-reading a few runs, so yes to 616 flavours too! What point in MCU are you thinking?]
[I like it, he could be the ipod thief. So I guess we just figure out whereabouts in the timeline we want to do this - like if it's pre-endgame does Darcy get dusted or... those types of details. If you want to shat over PM, I'm game, and I can write a starter when we're ready, if you want.]
Clint lands on the roof of the building he owns in Bed-Stuy and waves to Natasha as she pilots the helicopter away. They'd just wrapped up a mission together and he's tired, bloody, and very much just wants to curl up with Darcy and not think for the rest of the night. It's been over a week since he'd been home, which is why he'd refused to take even more time at the tower checking in with medical. As much as he looks like he's a mess, he knows that all of his wounds are superficial. He hasn't even lost *that* much blood.
Once Nat is out of sight, he climbs down the fire escape to his own window, taps on it so as not to alarm his girlfriend, and then opens it to slip in.
"Darce, honey?" he calls out when he doesn't see her immediately. "You home?"
As much as Clint had considered himself an eternal bachelor back in the day, all that had changed the moment he'd mistakenly confiscated an iPod and met the most amazing spitfire of a woman that he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. Darcy is incredible: smart and sassy and sexy as all hell. Clint is glad he'd taken her iPod, since it had brought them here, sharing a small flat in his building while she works on her PhD.
Darcy's learned to live with the distance that Clint's job requires. She knows how to keep herself occupied. It's especially easy with all her work on her doctorate. There's no end to her responsibilities. Still, it doesn't mean that she doesn't miss him. She knows Clint can be gone weeks to months at a time, but lately, it hasn't been as long thanks to his work with the Avengers. It's not like the SHIELD assignments.
Either way, she knows the importance of keeping their relationship discreet and secret. Clint has a lot of enemies as both Agent Barton and Hawkeye. It doesn't scare her. She's confident she can handle anything that's thrown at her. She's handled alien and the god of mischief. She's got this.
She'd just put in a pasta bake into the oven when she hears a tap. Like a bird come home, there's her man. With a grin, she goes to the window and open it. "Hey, pretty bird," she says teasingly. Darcy looks him over as she helps him in to help him catalogue the injuries.
Clint’s still wearing his uniform, goggles and all, but he still leans in to press his lips gently to hers. It’s a bit of a risk, doing so outside the window of their fire escape, but it’s been so long since he’d last gotten to see her that he simply can’t help it. “Hey sweetheart,” he murmurs, following her into the apartment proper.
He stands still while she goes over his injuries and says, “it’s not as bad as it looks, I promise. Nat looked me over on the way home and said that I wasn’t gonna die,” he teases. What Nat had actually said was that he *probably* wasn’t going to die, but he doesn’t want to worry Darcy more than he already does. He lets her look him over, and then starts to strip off his uniform. It’s in rough shape and he’ll have to swing by the tower before the next mission for cleaning and repairs, but he’d been promised at least twenty-four hours at home before worrying about being called in again.
When he’s finally standing in front of her in only his little bow and arrow underwear, he teases, “was Nat right? Am I gonna live?”
The kiss feels like coming home. Darcy is immediately more relaxed now that he's back where he belongs. She can tell just by looking at him that he's come straight here after the mission. It sends a warmth through her. Knowing that he couldn't wait one more second to get home makes her a feel a special kind of way. Closing the window, she turns back to him and sees him stripping down. She gives him a look of amusement.
She starts helping him out. She takes his gear and sets it aside then folds all the pieces of his uniform into a neat pile. A bark of laughter escapes her when she's the bow and arrow underwear she'd given him as a joke for his last birthday.
"You'll live. But let's get you cleaned up, so we can patch you up," she declares. "You're just in time. Dinner is in the oven."
“Ooh, dinner,” Clint replies with a grin, “I have the best timing.” He keeps unbuckling the layers of his uniform before finally kicking it off. Now the full extent of his injuries are on display, but they aren’t anything worse than what he’d had outside of his clothing. Just a few bruises, scrapes and cuts. Honestly, it’s the best he could have hoped for when faced with a physical altercation.
“I’d love to skip ahead to the welcome home reunion but if I think I stink, then I’m really not suitable for polite company. D’you mind if I take a shower and then I can show you how much I missed you?”
Maybe he should have gotten cleaned up at the tower before heading back here, but he’d really just wanted to get home. This assignment had lasted longer than expected and he was eager to see Darcy. As much as he wants to forget dinner and drag her off to their bed, he really does stink, and he’s starving. It’s better to wait, and then he can give her his full attention.
It's a relief to have him home again. She's not sure how long it'll last. The nature of his job is unpredictable. The world needs him and his skills. She's learned to share him. She's also learned how to make the most of their time together. She's half tempted to join him in the shower, but she knows she'll get distracted which isn't a good idea with dinner in the oven. Instead, she satisfies herself for the moment with a kiss to his lips.
"I'll make a fresh pot of coffee for you," she offers with a playful smirk. She gives his ass a playful little pat to send him off his way. She makes a mental note to grab the first aid kit, so she can patch him up too.
First things first, she goes to make a fresh pot of coffee. She knows her man. He needs coffee like it's his lifeblood. It's not long before the coffeemaker starts percolating happily. For herself, she pours herself a glass of wine and basks in the fact that he's home.
Clint takes as little time in the shower as he possibly can, but it ends up being a lot longer than he’d intended. What he’d thought was simply dirt turns out to be some sort of goo that isn’t water soluble, so he actually needs to scrape it off before he can consider himself clean. It’s all part of the job, though, and he has to admit that as much as sometimes it can be a pain in the ass, he does love his job.
After that, he bandages up the worst of his wounds even though he knows that Darcy will want to fix up the rest as well. Finally, he towels off, puts on his Thor branded sweats and Dog Cops shirt and then heads back out into the living area of their little apartment. He finds Darcy in the kitchen and fits his hands around her hips.
“Hey pretty lady,” he says, corny as ever. He presses a soft kiss to her neck and asks, “didja miss me?”
He’d missed her; he always does when he’s away for so long.
By the time Clint gets done showering, she's got the pasta bake out of the oven to cool a little on top of the stove. She's pouring him a cup of coffee in his favorite mug when she feels him wrap his arms around her. Darcy melts back against with a little sigh of satisfaction. He smells like him again. Turning her head, she brushes her lips along his cheek.
"You know I did. Gets awful lonely without you in my bed," she teases. She turns in his arms arms and hands him the mug. "I made that cheesy pasta bake you like. The one that reminds you of pizza? I was missing you and thought I'd make it."
The smell drifting from the stovetop is much better than whatever had been clinging to Clint before he took his shower, but he’s momentarily distracted from his hunger by Darcy pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Well, you got me for a little while at least.” It’s true that he can get called in at anytime, but usually after a big job like the one he’d just done, he has at least a little while to recover. And recovering with Darcy is his favourite.
“Ohh pizza pasta, nice,” Clint replies, grinning against her hair. “Guess I came back at the perfect time.” He’s glad that the timing worked out so well, but one question remains, “you busy with school work tonight or do I get you to myself?”
She smiles at the soft press of his lips to her cheek. She can feel his stubble scrape against her. She turns her head and kisses him softly. The scent of the coffee fills the space between them. Once he takes the mug, she slips from his embrace. "Go sit. I'll make you up a plate," she tells him, shooing him to their little dining table.
She cuts up a hearty corner piece for him. She knows how hungry he gets after a mission. "You have me all to yourself," she announces with a wink. "I got ahead on some stuff. I was going to curl up with some wine and food and Dog Cops."
All of Clint's favorite things. Granted, he'd prefer beer over wine.
Clint pouts over at her, since he doesn't actually want to get too far away from her. He also knows what happens when he gets in her way: messes. He sighs, takes the cup of coffee since he needs to be civilized now that he has a girlfriend and not drink out of the pot, and sits down at the table.
“So I get you all to myself then? Excellent. I have plans. Big plans. The biggest plans you can think of,” he promises. “Dog Cops is definitely one of them.”
He actually hadn’t remembered that Dog Cops was on tonight, but now it’s definitely on the list of things that he needs to do. “Did you record the episodes I missed?”
[Sephiroth is gone. Again. Life has settled back down once more. Deliveries and the bar as usual, but with more time for Tifa and the kids. He learns to allow himself happiness, to look ahead and not behind. While plenty has happened in their lives, they still have one another, and Cloud makes the effort to not lose sight of this fact. So of course he planned something for her birthday..and of course everyone shot it down.
They all insisted it just be Tifa and Cloud, with Barret offering to take the kids since he was going to be getting Marlene around then anyway. So after a bit of quick thinking, Cloud comes up with a plan.
Costa Del Sol.
Cloud has that villa there that he bought once the group had more than enough Gil between the lot of them. So long as none of the others ruined the place, they were all allowed to use it. So why not add them to that list?
Once the day arrives, Cloud stands in the middle of the bar, waiting for Tifa to return from the back of it. He has a couple bags packed with the essentials plus swimwear for the two of them. Sneaking that out of the room and hiding it was tricky for only a moment. Fortunately there's nowhere in Edge that's great for swimming, so Tifa never noticed. He thinks. He's pretty sure.
Hearing her footsteps approach, Cloud exhales softly and looks to greet her with a small wave..because he's a goober.]
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Clint Barton | OTA
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Once Nat is out of sight, he climbs down the fire escape to his own window, taps on it so as not to alarm his girlfriend, and then opens it to slip in.
"Darce, honey?" he calls out when he doesn't see her immediately. "You home?"
As much as Clint had considered himself an eternal bachelor back in the day, all that had changed the moment he'd mistakenly confiscated an iPod and met the most amazing spitfire of a woman that he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. Darcy is incredible: smart and sassy and sexy as all hell. Clint is glad he'd taken her iPod, since it had brought them here, sharing a small flat in his building while she works on her PhD.
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Either way, she knows the importance of keeping their relationship discreet and secret. Clint has a lot of enemies as both Agent Barton and Hawkeye. It doesn't scare her. She's confident she can handle anything that's thrown at her. She's handled alien and the god of mischief. She's got this.
She'd just put in a pasta bake into the oven when she hears a tap. Like a bird come home, there's her man. With a grin, she goes to the window and open it. "Hey, pretty bird," she says teasingly. Darcy looks him over as she helps him in to help him catalogue the injuries.
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He stands still while she goes over his injuries and says, “it’s not as bad as it looks, I promise. Nat looked me over on the way home and said that I wasn’t gonna die,” he teases. What Nat had actually said was that he *probably* wasn’t going to die, but he doesn’t want to worry Darcy more than he already does. He lets her look him over, and then starts to strip off his uniform. It’s in rough shape and he’ll have to swing by the tower before the next mission for cleaning and repairs, but he’d been promised at least twenty-four hours at home before worrying about being called in again.
When he’s finally standing in front of her in only his little bow and arrow underwear, he teases, “was Nat right? Am I gonna live?”
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The kiss feels like coming home. Darcy is immediately more relaxed now that he's back where he belongs. She can tell just by looking at him that he's come straight here after the mission. It sends a warmth through her. Knowing that he couldn't wait one more second to get home makes her a feel a special kind of way. Closing the window, she turns back to him and sees him stripping down. She gives him a look of amusement.
She starts helping him out. She takes his gear and sets it aside then folds all the pieces of his uniform into a neat pile. A bark of laughter escapes her when she's the bow and arrow underwear she'd given him as a joke for his last birthday.
"You'll live. But let's get you cleaned up, so we can patch you up," she declares. "You're just in time. Dinner is in the oven."
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“I’d love to skip ahead to the welcome home reunion but if I think I stink, then I’m really not suitable for polite company. D’you mind if I take a shower and then I can show you how much I missed you?”
Maybe he should have gotten cleaned up at the tower before heading back here, but he’d really just wanted to get home. This assignment had lasted longer than expected and he was eager to see Darcy. As much as he wants to forget dinner and drag her off to their bed, he really does stink, and he’s starving. It’s better to wait, and then he can give her his full attention.
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"I'll make a fresh pot of coffee for you," she offers with a playful smirk. She gives his ass a playful little pat to send him off his way. She makes a mental note to grab the first aid kit, so she can patch him up too.
First things first, she goes to make a fresh pot of coffee. She knows her man. He needs coffee like it's his lifeblood. It's not long before the coffeemaker starts percolating happily. For herself, she pours herself a glass of wine and basks in the fact that he's home.
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Clint takes as little time in the shower as he possibly can, but it ends up being a lot longer than he’d intended. What he’d thought was simply dirt turns out to be some sort of goo that isn’t water soluble, so he actually needs to scrape it off before he can consider himself clean. It’s all part of the job, though, and he has to admit that as much as sometimes it can be a pain in the ass, he does love his job.
After that, he bandages up the worst of his wounds even though he knows that Darcy will want to fix up the rest as well. Finally, he towels off, puts on his Thor branded sweats and Dog Cops shirt and then heads back out into the living area of their little apartment. He finds Darcy in the kitchen and fits his hands around her hips.
“Hey pretty lady,” he says, corny as ever. He presses a soft kiss to her neck and asks, “didja miss me?”
He’d missed her; he always does when he’s away for so long.
“What’s for dinner?”
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"You know I did. Gets awful lonely without you in my bed," she teases. She turns in his arms arms and hands him the mug. "I made that cheesy pasta bake you like. The one that reminds you of pizza? I was missing you and thought I'd make it."
Turns out it'd been a good idea.
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“Ohh pizza pasta, nice,” Clint replies, grinning against her hair. “Guess I came back at the perfect time.” He’s glad that the timing worked out so well, but one question remains, “you busy with school work tonight or do I get you to myself?”
Because if she’s not busy, he’s got plans.
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She cuts up a hearty corner piece for him. She knows how hungry he gets after a mission. "You have me all to yourself," she announces with a wink. "I got ahead on some stuff. I was going to curl up with some wine and food and Dog Cops."
All of Clint's favorite things. Granted, he'd prefer beer over wine.
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“So I get you all to myself then? Excellent. I have plans. Big plans. The biggest plans you can think of,” he promises. “Dog Cops is definitely one of them.”
He actually hadn’t remembered that Dog Cops was on tonight, but now it’s definitely on the list of things that he needs to do. “Did you record the episodes I missed?”
rhaenys martell targaryen | asoiaf/got | ota
ryuji sakamoto | personal 5 royal
margaery tyrell | asoiaf/got | ota
theta (tenth doctor) ★ doctor who ★ ota + shipping prefs in journal
Cpl. Dwayne Hicks | Aliens
Genya Safin | Grishaverse | ota
carol danvers | mcu | ota
kitagawa yusuke | persona 5 | m/m
Rey || Star Wars || OTA
Shoto Todoroki | My Hero Academia | ota
Tsukino Usagi || Sailor Moon Crystal || OTA
tifa lockhart | final fantasy 7 ( og & remake ) | ota
Can switch to prose if you prefer.
They all insisted it just be Tifa and Cloud, with Barret offering to take the kids since he was going to be getting Marlene around then anyway. So after a bit of quick thinking, Cloud comes up with a plan.
Costa Del Sol.
Cloud has that villa there that he bought once the group had more than enough Gil between the lot of them. So long as none of the others ruined the place, they were all allowed to use it. So why not add them to that list?
Once the day arrives, Cloud stands in the middle of the bar, waiting for Tifa to return from the back of it. He has a couple bags packed with the essentials plus swimwear for the two of them. Sneaking that out of the room and hiding it was tricky for only a moment. Fortunately there's nowhere in Edge that's great for swimming, so Tifa never noticed. He thinks. He's pretty sure.
Hearing her footsteps approach, Cloud exhales softly and looks to greet her with a small wave..because he's a goober.]
Hey, got a surprise for you.
Sersi | MCU: Eternals | OTA
Greed | Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood | OTA