what-ho!

[radiantly]

CUDDLE MEME



1. Post your characters, one per comment.
2. Others reply to your characters.
3. Participants are struck by the urge to cuddle. You can SCREAM at this urge, shake and cry, get hearts in your eyes, feel elated and joyful, rant along the whole way, whatever. It DOES NOT STOP THIS URGE TO CUDDLE.


Stolen lovingly from Tootsie because I have no shame.

Comments

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE]

[reaches for Clint obediently]

[mocks]

[THIS IS TOTALLY NORMAL WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?]

I know you are, sport. Now, play nice.

[fuckyeahpurple.livejournal.com]

[SURPRISE, CLINT TACKLES ALL OF YOU. So much for playing nice.]

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[little shriek, flailing, oh god please don't let me fall]

[mocks]

Oof!

[Wanda you will not fall because Bobbi is breaking your fall. somehow she is now on the bottom of this pile of people!]

[fuckyeahpurple.livejournal.com]

[And Clint is on top of everyone ever. Life is good.]

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[She twists around between them to look at Bobbi with wide-eyed concern.]

Are you okay?

[feels the back of her pretty head to make sure it's not cracked, fingers lingering in her hair even after she doesn't find any blood]

[mocks]

I'm good. Barton just weighs a metric ton.

[but she's mostly still smiley, twisting her arms so she can huggle them both.]

He should be on the bottom. He's the biggest.

[fuckyeahpurple.livejournal.com]

I do not weight a ton.

[CLINT BARTON DOES NOT BOTTOM.]

[But he wriggles around so he's not crushing everyone because he's a gentleman, goddamnit.]

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[still in the middle yay]

[still.. petting Bobbi's hair]

[leans back a little so her head is on Clint's chest]

[mocks]

Oh god I can breathe!

[CLINT WOULD BOTTOM IF BOBBI TOLD HIM TO DO SO :3]

[ALSO PROBABLY IF WANDA TOLD HIM SO]

[gets comfortable, so she can admire them both.]

[fuckyeahpurple.livejournal.com]

[FFF YOU CAN'T PROVE ANYTHING.]

[hey wifey how's the view.]

Shut up, I'm not that heavy, Birdie.

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[don't mind her, she's just gonna tilt her head a little to nuzzle Clint's jaw, eyes shifting to Bobbi to make sure it's okay]

[mocks]

You're getting fat in your old age, Clinton. That isn't my fault.

[she's still smiling though, giving Wanda an encouraging nod.]

[fuckyeahpurple.livejournal.com]

[whoa wait what's this. is this a trap...well, Wanda's nuzzling and Clint's not going to stop her. Maybe just put his hands on her waist BECAUSE IT'S...THE GENTLEMANLY THING TO DO?]

I am not old.

[SO OFFENDED OMG.]

[stillawitch.livejournal.com]

[At Bobbi's approval, Wanda lets her eyes slip shut, breath fanning warm against Clint's neck.]

[mocks]

[Bobbi watches, somewhat amused by this, reaching over to pet Clint's face, curling closer to Wanda, mushing her between the two of them. It's safer if he's there, after all, no matter how sweet and soft Wanda is, Bobbi feels much better if Clint is there, too.]

You are. You're ancient. Practically nursing home material.