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not on mobile sorry but purple heart winterhawk? surprise kiss / impulsive kiss?

It took me a few days to find time to write this, but here it is: 💜 : surprise kiss / impulsive kiss for winterhawk

Clint was panting heavily, dodging a hit, and going over to the next attack in one fluid movement. It was good to train, even in the summer heat. The burning in his muscles was good compared to lying crammed into vents on endless stakeouts, like he had spent most of the last two weeks. He didn't know how long they had been going; he had noticed that the others had left at some point. But just like him, Bucky seemed like he had no intention to stop any time soon. At some point between the shooting range and the climbing part, the soldier had lost his shirt, his strong body shining with sweat, but his smile proved that he enjoyed it just as much. Clint had taken longer, but once they had started sparring, the insecurity about his scars could no longer win over the heat. They had sparred before; usually Bucky managed to bring Clint to the ground, the sheer power of his enhanced body and the metal arm winning, even over Clint's flexibility and almost a lifetime of training. But today, they were almost even. Clint's motivation and focus were on point, and for once, he didn't have any injuries he had to be mindful of. So, after a long match, he finally managed to surprise Bucky, throwing him into the mat and leaning over him triumphantly. Bucky was lying on his back, catching his breath and smirking. Clint couldn't resist; he had to kiss him for that. He had been pining over this man for way too long to not give in when the opportunity was right there. For a second, nothing happened. Clint's lips were touching Bucky's, but the soldier wasn't reacting. Then Bucky turned them over in one fluid movement, gaining control as Clint lowered his guard. Now he was looking down at the archer, and Clint was ready to wriggle out from under him and run. But instead of anger or rage, there was a sparkle of desire in Bucky's eyes, and he smirked again. "You could have just said something, doll." He breathed before crashing their mouths together in a long and heated kiss.

You Don't Know Me

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -> Bucky Barnes x NB Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Nat’s charity auction doesn’t quite go off without a hitch – but luckily, Buck is on hand to help out, reluctant as he may be. Until he meets you, that is.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 1507

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (T) Language

𝐀/𝐍 -> I have no idea. Random fluffy oneshot goodness. Utter candyfloss Bucky, sweetly understanding reader.

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“Not a fucking chance.”

Nat turned her emerald eyes on Bucky’s, wide and pleading. “C’mon, James! Steve got called away at the last minute- we promised an Avenger! It’s all over social media, and it’s packed out there. Can’t we compromise?”

“What about Clint?” he grunted, and she fluttered her eyelashes, sidling closer.

“He’s not as popular as you...” she purred, resting her head on his shoulder to gaze up at him adoringly, earning a laugh from the soldier.

“You don’t want to hand over your boyfriend, more like,” he snorted, shaking his head, and letting out a heavy sigh when she simply continued to stare, a fond smile curving the bow of his lip. “Fine, fine... What do I have to do?”

Her face split wide in a broad grin, and she clasped her hands together, shifting excitedly. “Nothing! Just stand there and look pretty.”

He flexed and stretched pointedly, a companionable arm draping over her shoulders as he wondered what he’d gotten himself into. “Fortunately, that comes naturally to me.”

All of Bucky’s bravado faded as he stood awkwardly on the stage, spotlights shining down on his uncertain grin as his eyes scanned the audience, absently listening to Nat wax lyrical about his many positive attributes (and carefully not mentioning that he was most known in the Tower for his intense nightmares that woke up anyone within three floors). Bucky simply hooked a thumb in the pocket of his jeans, leaning back on his heels, flashing a cocky smirk, his heart pounding a little harder at the sighs and sounds of delight from those in the crowd. He was an attractive man, and he knew it – but that made this process all the more daunting. Since he’d joined the team, the only people he’d managed to date were either chasing the fame, or just interested in one thing.

It seemed that anyone he spent time with had their own expectations of who he was; the problem was, he wasn’t that person. Perhaps he had been, once upon a time, but he’d lived a long life, and times had taught him that just because people found him attractive didn’t mean he had to bed everyone he could.

The unfortunate reality was that nobody seemed to stop and ask; nobody took the time to get to know him, to learn about him and how he worked. Not that he minded, especially – pleasure was pleasure, and if he truly didn’t want to, he made it clear. He simply longed for someone to care.

And yet, here he stood, with dozens of eyes assessing him. It was nice, but…

“Sold! Now, remember the rules, folks. This is a charity auction; keep it clean, or the contract is null and void. Come and collect your prize!” Nat added, gesturing into the blur of faces.

And that’s when his eyes met yours at last, pale blue meeting deep brown, and his smile widened, just a little, as you blushed.

You stood beside him uncertainly, head ducked and fingers knotted together, and he grinned down at you politely. “So… You won me for the evening, huh? Congratulations. It was a pretty fierce competition.” You nodded, cheeks growing darker, and he bit back a chuckle at your shyness. “What did you have planned?”

“I thought you might like dinner,” you whispered tentatively, and his eyebrows raised.

“I- I mean, I can try, I suppose. I’m not much of a cook, but-”

You cut off his stammering with a quick shake of your head, looking up at last. “No! No, I wouldn’t- I meant that… I’d like to take you for dinner. I imagine you don’t get to just… Have a nice meal and some relaxed company very often, so…” You shrugged, toe scuffing the ground, and his eyes lightened as he smiled.

“That sounds really nice,” he assured you gently, reaching out to squeeze your bicep gently with strong metal fingers. “I’d like that…” He paused, head cocked, and you barked out a laugh.

“Oh. Yeah. Uh- Bug. You can call me Bug… My pronouns are they/them,” you added quickly, brow furrowing just a little. There was an edge of uncertainty to your voice, and you winced as you heard it, but he simply continued to smile, nodding once.

“Bug.”

“- and then that couples the neutral stimulus to the unconditioned stimulus to elicit a conditioned response. It’s pretty simple, really.”

Your eyes were bright as you explained the basic principles behind – yet another – training method from your work, quickly followed by your cheeks flushing pink and your eyes lowering. “I- Sorry. I could talk about this forever.”

“Feel free,” he replied, chuckling, his head cocked endearingly to one side as he took you in. “I understood… Most of that, and it’s nice to see some enthusiasm; I don’t get a lot of it in my line of work.” Your eyebrow raised in disbelief, and he laughed. “Well, I suppose that’s not quite true. They’re enthusiastic in some ways, but it’s not…” His hand cycled thoughtfully as he hummed. “… Passion, you know? It’s something they do because they kind of have to. They have these gifts, and, one way or another, they ended up in the team, and that’s… Just the way it is.” His brow furrowed a little, lips pursed, and you leant onto your elbows, considering him quietly.

“You said ‘they’. Like you don’t consider yourself one of them.”

Blinking in surprise, he paused for a moment before nodding slowly. “I suppose not. I am, I guess, but… The only one who really knows me is Steve. And even he doesn’t know everything,” he added with a rueful smile, shrugging a shoulder.

“He doesn’t?” you mused aloud, eyes still locked on his. Your focus was entirely on him – there was no glancing around, no checking to see who saw the two of you together. There was no discreet – or not-so-discreet – flicks of your gaze to the muscles of his chest or his exposed forearms. You were paying attention to him, as a person behind the persona, and he was enchanted.

“I’m not... Nobody- I-” He’d begun quickly, but paused as he faltered, blowing air up to clear the hair that was falling into his eyes as they flitted away uncertainly. “I… Guess not. Does anyone ever know anyone else, really?” he added cryptically, offering you a wry smile. “I can’t believe I finished the entire thing…” The redirect was clear as he nodded towards his empty plate, the heaping helping of carbonara having been eagerly eviscerated by his increased metabolism.

You simply watched him in silence for a moment, head cocked curiously, before offering him a reassuring smile of your own. “How about I tell you a little about me?” you prompted softly, hardly waiting for a nod of confirmation before continuing. “I’m non-binary. Folks don’t always understand that – what it means to be outside the societal expectations of male and female. But for me, it just feels… Like me, you know? Like neither of those labels quite fit right. I’m somewhere in between – or something else entirely, I suppose. It’s just who I am.” He nodded again, his brow furrowed slightly with curiosity, and your lips quirked higher. “I’m also bi… And I’m somewhere on the asexual spectrum – though I can never quite settle on where!” You chuckled slightly, resting a chin on your hand, mahogany eyes locked on his diverted pale ones. “Do you know much about asexuality? I’m happy to tell you more, if you like.”

“I’m familiar,” he replied quietly, still unable to meet your gaze,  and you reached out to squeeze his hand gently.

“I think I’d like to get to know you,” you murmured, smiling a little wider when he finally looked up, “if you’d let me, of course. I think we might have some things in common, huh?”

He hesitated for a moment, then frowned, eyes shifting to your hand on his. “You just want to know the Soldier… That’s what everyone wants. The fame. This,” he added, his tone free from ego as he gestured at himself with his free hand, and you quirked an eyebrow.

“While I’m sure you’re very irresistible to the allosexuals of the world – ace, remember? This,” - you mimicked his gesture playfully – “doesn’t do all that much for me. You’re a pretty man, sure. But… I’m most interested in why you do what you do. You risk your life on a daily basis for complete strangers; I’m curious about what makes someone quite so altruistic. I’m interested in you, James. You seem like a good guy, and I think you don’t have too many people in your life who want to hear about you without all the muscle and cameras.”

He could only stare in surprise, stunned into silence by your short speech, and leant forward, just a little. “I think I’m demisexual,” he blurted quickly, his cheeks colouring crimson at the words.

You simply smiled, fingers squeezing gently around his. “It’s nice to meet you, James.”

Since my own Jonathan is so much OOC he is basically an OC himself, I gotta ask: Do you have any vampire/immortal OCs (or if you don't, who of your OC's would turn into one for whatever reason, be it survival, power, accident etc 👀)

I do actually!

I have a lot of Immortal OCs! Valus, Judge, Cedric, Mako, Cicero, and my Horror monster duo can live forever.

I did, once, have a vampire OC. I haven't been using him, but he exists. His name is Aramastus. He was an older man, lots of tattoos, definitely a dilf. But I stopped playing DnD so he stopped getting used. I only have 1 Pic of him and its a commission. I bought it from Aperns on Artists and Clients :)

Once again asking, because all of these are really interesting, and i loved your fics! I'm really interested in 'Blind Hawkeye and Deaf Daredevil' 👀

Okay, I can't say too much about that one, because it's part of something else.

But it's pretty much what it says on the tin.

This is a universe something between Comic and MCU canon, Matt and Clint are Vigilantes and work with each other and the other Heroes.

They know each others identities, Matt knows Clint is Deaf and Clint knows Matt's blind. Everything pretty standard until there.

But that's where I'll just let two snippets speak for themselves:

Matt's POV:

When Matt woke up and opened his eyes, the morning sun was shining right into his face and blinding him. He squeezed his eyes shut again and threw an arm over his face with a groan. He lay motionless, cursing the morning light, before noticing something was wrong. It took him a moment to realise that he was not supposed to be able to even see the light, much less his bedroom or the city outside. Slowly, he pulled his arm away and gave himself a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of light shimmering through his closed eyelids. After a few seconds, he turned away from the window before he dared to open his eyes again. When he did, his brain couldn’t quite translate the new signals yet, and everything just looked like blotches of light and dark and different colours. Matt blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes used to the brightness and focus on his surroundings. Very slowly, things started to make more sense. Blotches turned into shapes, and shadows turned into depth. After a while, Matt was able to recognise his surroundings, even though everything was still a little blurry. Still distracted Matt decided to get up and make some coffee to try to fully wake up before he called anyone. Maybe everything would make a little more sense then. He sat up in bed, pushed the covers off him, and swung his legs out of the bed with a soft thump when his feet hit the ground. Except there was no thump.

Clint's POV:

On the other side of the East River, in Bed-Stuy, a car horn pulled Clint from deep sleep. He jumped internally and opened his eyes at once. When he was greeted with pure darkness instead of the familiar sight of his bedroom ceiling, he started to panic. The car outside honked again, and a few seconds later, people started to shout. Overwhelmed by the noise, Clint grabbed at his ears and tried to rip his hearing aids out. The panic threatened to suffocate him again when he found nothing. The blonde turned and tried to drown out the sounds with his pillow, but it only muffled them and added the rustling of fabric and filling to the mix. Clint began to hyperventilate as memories of the circus, of fights that were loud enough for him to hear even without aids, and of people yelling at him for not understanding them combined with the strange mix of auditory overload and a complete lack of visual signals.  Quickly, he spiralled.

From there, a lot of questions have to be answered and problems to be solved and Clint and Matt both have to face a whole new challenge.

But like I said, I don't want to give away too much just yet.

Thank you so much for asking again (and feel free to ask for as many more as you like)

Hi, I have been summoned.

I have feels for this too.

Jack had the upper hand; he had control over the ring, and everything was going right.

But Matt had underestimated Creel.

And in his hazy state of what was probably at least a moderately severe concussion, so did Jack.

Creel landed a calculated hit, breaking out of the corner, then another to push Battlin’ Jack into the opposite corner and a third to knock him off his feet.

Jack hit the mat, but the smack of flesh on plastic-covered rubber wasn’t what took Matt’s breath away.

It wasn’t the sound of ribs creaking with the impact or the smell of blood spilling from yet another cut on Jack’s face either.

Tell me more about Double Kill for the wip ask game?

Double Kill is a collab with @42donotpanic for our Kill A Character bingo... Maximum feels and sadness. He sobbed, and nobody could fix him. He screamed, and soon even those that were supposed to care seemed to stop. His grief was unfixable, and it was better to spend time on the people the nuns could fix. 

It was in the dark and cool of the night he’d find himself sneaking out to sit beside his father’s grave, the soil damp under the dew. There was little point in trying to sleep, he knew by now it was futile.

Chapters: 1/11 Fandom: Daredevil (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Matt Murdock & Franklin “Foggy” Nelson, Jonathan “Jack” Murdock & Matt Murdock Characters: Matt Murdock, Franklin “Foggy” Nelson, Jonathan “Jack” Murdock, Stick (Marvel), Margaret Murdock Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Character Death, Funeral, Hospitals, Abusive Stick (Daredevil) Series: Part 10 of Kill A Character Bingo, Part 7 of 26 Ways to break Matt Murdock’s Heart Summary:

“A Murdock never stays down,” Foggy said, looking over the painfully small group of people sitting in the chapel. “That’s what Matt lived by. Be it in the boxing ring, after a failed exam, or even one of the admittedly too many times we were out at night, strolling through the city and drinking too much cheap beer. He never stayed down.”

“A Murdock never stays down,” Jack muttered through the tears, dragging himself from the couch to tend to a screaming baby. “A Murdock never gives up.” A collab with @42donotpanic for @killacharacterbingo!

To See The Bruises

Clintasha? Check. Fluffy bullshit? Check. Angsty as hell? Check. I could have used this opportunity to read something new but no, I love this too much, take the promo you're given and go read To See the Bruises by @42donotpanic.

'Clint Barton, Agent of SHIELD is sent on a very simple mission: Find the Black Widow, make sure she doesn't blow anything up and take her out. But what actually happened is a totally different story.'

It was written for us because Panic& and us are absolute idiots and decided to write for one another's OTPs, and I love this even more than I expected. Show it some love so I get more chapters! <3

Bucky Barnes Bingo Round 5 - Masterlist

Fubar : The moon and its secrets / WinterIron (Bucky x Tony) / 9017 / Mature

"I knew it was you" : Same Person, Different Font / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 2169 / Teen and Up Audiences / Trans!Clint, Chronic Pain

Sharing body heat : Purple Fluff / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 422 / General Audiences

Kink: Dom/Sub Tattoos : The Color of Pain / WinterHawk (Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton) / 2256 / Mature

Kink: Edging : Curry / WinterHawk (Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton) / 1263 / Explicit

FREE SPACE : Soulmarks and metal arms / Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton / 3467 / Teen and Up Audiences

Homeless : Clinton Café / Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton / 4233 / Teen and Up Audiences

AU: Wings : What's it like to fly? / Moodboard

Holding Hands : Keep you Close / WinterHawk / Art

Image Prompt 2 : Bucky Barnes The Winter Soldier / Sketch

Tech Support : Tech Support / Bucky Barnes & Bruce Banner / 1618 / Teen and Up Audiences

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