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moved here 

#ooc

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      ❝ I’ll explain when you’re older, Hawkeye.❞

#laura now has a main blog

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One More Troubled Soul (Claurasha)

        Clint Barton/Laura Barton/Natasha Romanoff High School AU OT3 Playlist

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#[playlist] #[claurasha high school au] #[CLAURASHA] #[it happened once in a dream] #[currently doing that] #{basically my life right now}

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Of the Best Ones (Claurasha)

        Clint Barton/Laura Barton/Natasha Romanoff OT3 playlist

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#[playlist] #[CLAURASHA] #[it happened once in a dream] #[currently doing that] #{cries about it tbh}

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#[about] #{this is so laura tho??} #{especially high school au laura} #[claurasha high school au]

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    She’s walking him out to his car, something he insists on but she never understands. He’s too busy for her today he’s told her. He has so much to do with studying for finals and finishing up his very important valedictorian speech. “You understand, don’t you Laura?” he asks before shaking his head condescendingly. “Well, of course you don’t, but trust me. I’m just swamped.” Laura simply nods and somewhere in the back of her head she wonders when his arm around her shoulders started feeling like a cage. Maybe it always had. Maybe she’s only just realizing it now. 

“So what are you going to be doing without me, Sweetie?” he asks grip tightening and tone better suited for speaking to a toddler than a girlfriend. 

“Nat’s coming over,” and that at least is reassuring. Laura can’t imagine life without her best friend now, but she does remember it being much less enjoyable. Nat doesn’t tell her how to act or what to do. She never tells her that she shouldn’t act so stupid. Being with Nat is like coming home and maybe that’s why she fits so well into the Mitchell’s life, like she was always meant to be family. She’s like another sister she used to think, but lately she’s been wondering if that’s an adequate way to describe her. Nat is more than a friend, more than a sister. Sometimes Laura wonders if the feeling in her chest when they’re together is the feeling you’re supposed to have when you meet your soulmate because she honestly can’t dream of a better feeling. 

Mark groans and she can feel herself tense as if she’s done something wrong. Her boyfriend has never hurt her before but sometimes it feels like that’s only because he hasn’t yet had the chance. 

“Please, Mark, not again.” This time her words sound more like a command than a beg and Laura is proud. 

“Fine. Don’t be so touchy. It’s not my fault your friend’s a piece of work.” 

She’s about to glare at him until he gives what he thinks counts as an apology but then they’re both distracted by the rumble of a truck’s engine. The look on Clint’s face as he drives by is distant and almost sad and she finds herself missing that smirk she usually hates. In fact, she finds herself missing him, period. 

He makes her so self-conscious, but it’s almost in a good way. It’s like he reminds her that she shouldn’t take herself so seriously, but sometimes he takes it too far without even knowing. She’s touchy and slightly insecure and she hates how little it takes to take her breath away and make tears catch in her lashes. She’s so sure he doesn’t mean it, but she can’t always convince herself that soon enough. She wishes he hadn’t made her cry, and it’s more for his sake than hers. She cries over everything and can let it go as soon as she’s done. He’s the kind of boy who punishes himself more than necessary and she’s the kind of girl who can only absolve you if you let her. Does her breath catch in the back of her throat when she’s around him because of guilt or something bigger? 

“I guess it could be worse. You could still be hanging around that piece of shit,” Mark comments, eyes hard and judgmental as they’re fixed on the back of the pickup. She clenches her jaw, so close to telling him off that she feels the words in the back of her mouth. She swallows them back just in time for him to make it worse. “You know some people say his dad hits him,” he states, voice so unaffected it makes her sick. “All I know is that if I were his father I’d sure as Hell hit him harder.” 

“That’s not funny, Mark,” she says, voice so serious she almost sounds older. If she was tense before she’s ten times worse now and she feels like a rubber band pulled tight and ready to snap. She’s seen Nat after bad days and nights and been able to do nothing more than offer half her sandwich and a place to stay, and knowing that it isn’t enough is bad enough. A coddled rich boy joking about something he has never had to understand is too much. 

“I’m not joking, Laura. The kid deserves it.” He says it like a fact, like it’s just another thing she’s too young or too dumb to understand and that’s all it takes for the band to snap. 

Her hand clenches into a fist and connects with his jaw before he even knows what’s coming. He stumbles backward a step, one hand raised to his chin just as she shakes the harsh sting out of hers, already feeling the bruises to come on her knuckles. The look he gives her is like nothing she’s ever seen before and suddenly she knows that he’s found his chance. His shove is harsh and rough and meant to do more than hurt, although it does leave her on the ground with skinned palms and eyes shut tight. He’s trying to make her beneath him like he always does and his hand fisting into her hair is enough to make her hiss more out of fear than pain. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asks, sharp pain jerking at her scalp as he tugs her upwards and she reaches to stop him when suddenly he lets her go with a small grunt, and she falls back to the pavement.

“Touch her again and I do more than break your arm,” a cool voice warns, quickly followed by a low cry of pain. When Laura looks up to see her best friend with the sun making her red hair look like fire personified she almost smiles, but instead just watches as Nat releases the boy’s arm from behind his back with a push. Mark looks ready to fight back until he sees the infamous gleam in Rushman’s eye and he backs away like a dog nursing his bent arm. The girl’s hand is warm when she helps her up and Laura is once again reminded how lucky she is to have her. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” is what she thinks but it comes out as a simple “Let’s go home”.

#[claurasha high school au] #[currently doing that] #[it happened once in a dream] #secretagentclintbarton #multitxsking #[drabble] #{jk it's a fucking novel} #{wrote this last night and I still can't decide if it's good or not???}

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first things first: a gigantic thank you to everyone who followed me to the new blog from my previous home at rusaalke, and secondly, an even larger thank you to those who’ve just found me and who’ve made it possible for me to always be engaging new people.

i’ve been loki for over three years now, that anniversary having passed in march. over the entire course of my roleplay career, i’ve been lucky to keep some people by my side the entire time. i’ve made tons of friends and discovered incredible amounts of amazing writers. you’ve all encouraged me to keep at loki, you’ve all kept me going in times of serious need, and i honestly don’t have the words to express exactly how full of gratitude i truly am.

without further ado, let me present the baes!

OLD FRIENDS || those who’ve been with me for years:

trappmouth, aspecificskillset, vingthor, secretagentclintbarton, viditheworld, gamlavesen, savedfromwhat, grishildr, aformeragent, shelomit-cohn, thekojicharcorner, looktotheants, tokillabarton, dontscratchthewalls, kissofmistletoe, callme-ginger

NEW FRIENDS || the lovely ones who have years to come:

wixlder, youstandaccused, raleknoor, opacusnox, bull-heart, xaedificare, bexwulf, servalswamprat, vitvza, magnetisedcatharsis, youbxryme, durmstranged, mannukiili, soldatzimy, hulkworthy, guthcwen, medusx, thousandsoffaces, fromscrxtch, hxwkette, murderpolices, siinnerr, motherofasgard, fangedfirecracker, viisum, championofthegods

#[ff] #{omg thank you this is so nice!! (: }

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I say, “I’m not a nice person,” but you just shake your head. You tell me you never want to hear me say that again. You say, “Just because you’re lonely, it doesn’t mean you’re bad, and just because you bleed a little too often, it doesn’t mean that you’re mad.” I say, “I’m not a nice person,” but you tug on my sleeve. You say, “Then how come you’ve always been so goddamn nice to me?”

maybe you’re right, and I was too kind // r.e.s (via thoughtsintorhymes)

#[trainwreck] #[love of mine someday you will die] #[it happened once in a dream]

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She feels him tense under her fingertips and she winces, even her acts of comfort aren’t enough, but it’s when he swats away her hand roughly that she truly regrets her action. Laura expects an apology, an explanation, and she can already taste her own assurances on her tongue. The way he looks at her now, though, is a combination of far-off and dangerous, and the apologies don’t come.

Laura has feared her husband before, when he first told her what his job entailed it was impossible not to, but she has never not trusted him. She has always known that those abilities that scare her will only ever be used to keep their family safe, but the knife in his hand forces her to question that belief. “Baby, what’s wrong?” she asks cautiously, unsure if any other movement on her part will just make it worse. “I’m sorry I startled you. Can you maybe put the knife down?”

Distantly, Clint registers that someone is talking to him, that there is a faint touch on his shoulder, but instead of relaxing his muscles tighten, as does the grip around his knife. He levels his hand, shifts in the way he stands, clearly getting ready to either attack or defend himself and when he finally glances over his shoulder it’s hard to tell if the light just gives them a strange color or if his eyes glow in the faintest of blue.

He remembers - he remembers the warning he had received, softly spoken. How it would not a hard thing to find the house where he lived, how easily he could be made to punish those he loved for his own failures. Clint has never shown violent tendencies around his family, but it is still better to turn and slap Laura’s hand away than to do anything of the other things that go through his head right this second, but he doesn’t step away after, simply stares at her knife still in hand.

#secretagentclintbarton #v; laura lives #happy au my ass

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#[memories] #[bliss] #[mama's boys]

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“Not possible. My motherly authority can’t be abused. It’s written in the Mom Handbook.”

“You’re abusing your motherly authority.”

#isaaclorand

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like for a starter while I work on drafts maybe?

#marvel rp #mcu rp #laura barton rp #aou spoilers #age of spoilers #[open to all]

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“You can’t argue with the house rules, sweetie.”

“That’s not fair, man.”

“Uh, ma’am.”

#isaaclorand #v; laura lives

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“Kate, you’re like a daughter to me. There’s no way I’m ever not going to take responsibility for you. I just want you to be safe, sweetheart, even when you’re helping people. I know you can’t stop, and I’d never ask you to. Just be careful. You’re challenging his record,.”

“I will. I mean—you don’t have to take care of me, Laura. I can patch myself up most of the time, or—find someone, you don’t have to make me your responsibility. I know Clint’s enough of a handful already and—I’m kind of just like him. I can’t limit the situations, I just—have to help people. Clint still gets hurt way more often though.”

#notkatiekate #v; laura lives

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“Oh, so you’re the famous Teddy? Nate talks about you a lot. All good things, I promise. He says you’re a great captain.”

“Maybe, I don’t really know, in all honesty,” cue a chuckle. “Nice to meet you you Mrs. Barton! I’m Theodore, but everyone call’s   me teddy.”

#softsmilingjxck #v; mcu #who couldn't love teddy???

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“traitor.” 

Auntie Nat babysits the Barton kids.

#[it happened once in a dream] #[cooper] #[lila] #[nate] #{traitor baby}

[youbryme]

the best thing to come out of the Clint’s married with kids storyline is the thought of overenthusiastic Avengers aunts and uncles

Natasha teaches them all ballet. She’s very impatient in regards to Nathaniel - (“why won’t you let me teach my godson ballet, Clint” “Nat, he literally can not stand up right now, wait a few years”)

Tony is actually a very willing babysitter, but once he realizes Pepper won’t use it as an excuse to get out of bored meetings, he just starts bringing the kids and sits through the whole meeting with Nathaniel strapped to his chest

Steve covers the floors with white paper and lays on his stomach with the kids to color and paint

Bruce lets them help in the kitchen (after warming up to the idea of interacting with fragile children) and teaches them the periodic table

Thor carries them around on his shoulders, flies through the halls with them, lets them try to pick up Mjonir and secretly helps them lift it (”ah, you are worthy! are you prepared to rule Asgard?”)

Wanda braids the daughter’s hair and tells them stories her mother told her when she was young. Pietro helps act them out, running in and out of the room to change costumes

Rhodey buys them like every War Machine related merchandise he can find, including an absolutely adorable halloween costume, and puts together train sets and race cars with them

Sam has real experience taking care of his own nephews and nieces, so he’s the one to consult for any and all child care questions (”no, no, you can absolutely not give them that much candy Thor, believe me I’ve been there before“)

#[favorite guests] #{i'm crying???} #{pleaseee}