Bucky X Clint - Tumblr Posts

i am so close to giving in and writing a winterhawk fic

hi yall sorry for not posting any of my promised works, everything’s gonna be delayed for a while. I caught covid and I’m really sick :(. As soon as I feel better I promise I’ll post all of them. Love you guys and sorry for the inconvenience :(((

Clint, high off pain meds: That’s my boyfriend!!!!!!

Bucky, fondly: Your Husband, Clint.

Clint: *gasps* EVEN BETTER!!!!!

(i imagine hes making this exact face)

All jokes aside, the cat’s a good thing. Clint has some self-respect left and refuses to pine after a cat guy. “Are you actually being serious right now?” Nat elbows him in the gut as Clint stares at Bucky’s bleeding face, whimpering a little when he just spits out some blood and, with a scowl, waves off the medic who dares to approach him. “Why is this so hot?” Clint fans himself with his own t-shirt, stretching the cotton with each drag, and pines with the intensity and urgency of at least a hundred dying phone batteries.

[or]

Clint has a type. And his type is assholes.