movie night with Hulk
movie night with Bruce
because I have the dreadful impression Clint and Bruce are not going even to meet while Bruce is not hulked up, that’s an after the final fight scene I’ve pictured in my head… yeah… *nestles herself in her headcanons*
Have some AU.
And also, I’ll be back soon. I’m living on a couch right now and sometimes I sleep a lot. When I get a job (quickly I hope), I’ll get a desk and I can start drawing all the time again and then I will be okay. I am never not okay when I’m drawing.
Thursday - Bruce/Clint College AU
Enjoy :D
It has feels, so many feels ;A;, it has smut, so hot my neighbours felt it and started having sex on the piano, and more feels. and I’m dead. And I love you. And I can’t function anymore. I think I’ll reread it a few more times, ok? ok.
For Bebe: Because Bruce Banner can't have sex, what with the Hulking out, Clint has had to make do with what he can get.
Jesus Bruce, you're still working?
What? Oh yeah, see i've been looking at this amazing strain of-
Bruce. Bruce? It's five in the morning.
Oh. Okay well I, I suppose…just five minutes?
Okay, well when you've finished your work- oh fuck your work! When I can't take it anymore i'm going to fuckin' drag you back to your room, throw you on the bed and then slide up behind you, stick my hands under your shirt, but totally over the vest because I respect you and shit, and then, then I'm a spoon the fuck out of you. Imma spoon you so hard, yeah you like that don't you, you're getting content just thinking about it. Cute lover hugger. I might even wear that hoodie you like, the one that makes you feel all warm and shit? Yeah babe. I'm getting all warm just thinking about it. Warm and snug. And i'm going to wrap around you so tight, tuck my face in the back of your neck like there's some sort of blizzard going down in our room and you're the only source of heat. Fuck it, lets just do it now.
Oh god, Clint! Anyone could walk in…
Yeah, and they're gonna see you sprawled on the sofa, my arms wrapped around your body. Can you feel that Bruce, can you feel that against your back?
Clint, is that..?
My iPod, yes. Because I respect the boundaries you've set as a result of your genetic condition.
Oh Clint!
Come on, fuck the lab. I'm gonna rip your clothes off, let you get into your pyjamas and then cradle your body until we both fall asleep.
Warnings: Insomna and irredeemable fluff.
Summary: The ones who are up and in the living room every day at 2:17 am every day on the dot are Clint and Bruce. Originally written in captaindick’s askbox. Tweaked and spellchecked.
Make Him Happy - bruce/clint part 1
For captaindick because I LOVE YOU <3
You actually did this ;__;
LET ME LOVE YOU!<3<3<3<3<3
clintbruce) no porn though… hmm.. I try but I end up thinking porny) maybe something with Bruce treating Clint’s wounds after a mission? and they aren’t that bad and Clint is fussing and demands Bruce kisses them better.. or smthn.He had always hated the sting of antiseptic. And the smell, he had never been fond of the smell. the tase was disgusting too, but that was anotehr matter and one Clint hoped to forget.
“Ow! Son of a-“
“Oh relax, it’s not even that deep.” BRuce pressed the cotton wad against his shoulder again, ignoring the hissing and swearing. “You should have been more careful if you’d wanted to avoid this.”
“I was careful!” Clint snapped.
“Clearly.”
“Ok, you know what? It’s Tony’s fault. I blame him.”
“Why?”
“Because- GAAH- I blame him for everything.” Clint growled trying his best not to shout. He didn’t want to upset Bruce over something so ricidulous as a few bruises and scrapes.
“Well you aren’t the only one.” Bruce tossed the used, bloody, cotton swab in the trash and grabbed for a bandage. “Thought it’s your own fault for getting beaten up.”
Clint pouted at him. “You’re supposed to be sympathetic.”
“Not when you’re the idiot who Spartan jumped the guy holding an electrically charge spear. I’m just grateful it didn’t puncutre and kill you.” Bruce gave the bandage on his shoulder a good smack for emphasis. “You need to be more careful.”
“Ow! Jeez, thats hurt.”
“Well what do you want me to do?” BRuce sighed. “Antiseptic and bandages are the only solution to your stupidity.”
“Kisses?” Clint said in a dorkily hopeful voice.
Bruce rolled his eyes with a chuckle.” This is hardly the time and you are a mess.”
“Kisses make boo-boos better. Didn’t you ever hear that as a kid?”
Bruce laughed. “We aren’t kids.”
“please?” Clint added puppy eyes for a good measure. They rarely worked, but when paried with the lovely shiner on his cheek and his busted lip, it did the trick. Bruce’s shoulder sagged and he let out a sigh.
“Oh alright.”
He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Clint’s forehead, his arms snaking around his waist as he slipped between Clint’s thighs. He moved his lips lower, kissing the bruise on his cheek, the scabbing lip, the small bruise on his jaw. Clint whimpered as Bruce neglected his lips and dug his fingers into the scientist’s hips.
“Patience,” Bruce murmured as he kissed the cuts on Clint’s neck, the bandage on his shoulder, hands rubbing gentle circles into his back.
Clint felt his body melt, the sting of the antiseptic and the ache of the bruises starting to fade as Bruce trailed his lips across his collar bone and down his chest to the burn on his stomach.
“Bruce…” Well didn’t he sound pathetic.
“What hurts now?” Bruce asked softly, hands running up Clint’s sides. “Tell me. Let me fix it.” Clint pressed a finger to his lips and Bruce chuckled. “I already kissed it.”
“It still hurts.” Clint wrapped his legs around Bruce’s hips, pulling him in closer. “Fix it?”
Bruce closed the distance between them and kissed him, slowly, gently, not forceful enough to break open his scabbing lip. Clint slung his arms around his neck, holding him there.
Bruce pulled away. “Feeling better? Or does something else hurt?”
Suddenly, Clint thought, everything hurt.
This made my shitty mood a million times better<3
