Participants' Favourite Reads From 2024! Part One

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I knit a lot (mostly socks), but in summer I usually hit a slump and start a thousand WIPs without finishing any

About 95% of my clothes are black and/or red

I have a cute little black cat (okay, she's almost 10, but she will always be my baby)

WIP Warriors FFB Edition 1

So, apparently one WIP Warriors isn't enough, so now there is Fandom Free Bingo Edition too...

Also I was more or less dared to make it 500 Words/Vote...

Yes, I should be doing other things, why are you asking?

As You Are

Pairing: Clint Barton/James "Bucky" Barnes

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4308

Warnings: Sexual Content, Mutual Masturbation, Scars, Amputee Bucky Barnes, Deaf Clint Barton, Anxiety, Body Dysmorphia

Summary: Clint walks in on Bucky shirtless and what was supposed to be him asking for Class notes ends up being something they both enjoy a lot more.

And needed more than they would admit.

Created for @julybreakbingo : Mutual Pining, Mutual Masturbation

@sniperjade 's Masturbation Midsummer Bingo: Mutual

@lgbtqbingo : Mutual Masturbation

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48331501

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.

Prompts fulfilled; ‘Himbo’ and ‘Bachelor Auction– @buckybarnesevents (Build-a-Bucky Bingo); “I Understood Most of That.” – @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition); ‘We Can’t Even Compromise or Not Needing to be Told’ – @julybreakbingo (Pre-July Flash); ‘Social Media’ – @fandombingo; ‘Coming out’, “My pronouns are they/them.” and ‘Queer’ – @lgbtqbingo; ‘I Can’t Believe I Ate The Whole Thing’ – @multifandom-flash Thanksgiving Flash (7026); ‘Awkwardness’ – Gen Prompt Bingo (Here on Dreamwidth) Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Stagbug sticker used in cards from here.

“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.”

First & Last Lines

Rules: post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted.

Thank you for tagging me @evenfallreads ! (I'm also late, but whatever)

I'm skipping Podfics for this. Also a fair warning, I did Whumpcember, so all of these will be more or less Whumpy.

I - You and me (and the voices in my head)

First: Can’t I have quiet for five fucking seconds? I tried to calm my mind, doing my best to keep my breathing steady, even as I was getting more and more overstimulated by the second. I had to focus on something else, do something else, but there wasn’t anything that would help. There was just me and Clint and the noise inside my own mind. Just let me deal with life first.

Last: “Will do.” Clint smiled, brushing another kiss on my head. “Go, take that shower, and then curl up in bed, if you like. I’ll deal with dinner and come find you when it’s done.”

II - Arrow End

First: “I thought we said we wanted to stop meeting like this...” I signed, trying to keep my expression casual, even at the sight of my partner in yet another hospital bed after yet another mission gone horribly wrong.

Last: Now, he could finally focus his energy on building a new life for himself.

III - The Difference between Alone and Lonely

First: Clint was sitting at Natasha’s grave. He was sitting on the cold, black dirt and leaning against the headstone.

Last: “I’m sorry.” The Archer sighed again. “But I just can’t get up.”

IV - Brothers (WIP)

First: Matt was sitting at Fogwell’s, leaning over one of the Braille books he had gotten for school and trying to remember what all the different letters felt like when there was a timid knock at the front door. The public classes and training sessions for the day had already ended about 30 minutes earlier and quiet was starting to fall over the gym as only a few fighters were still there to get a few training rounds of their own in.

Last: A Murdock never backed down from a fight.

V - A Kitten in Winter

First: It was winter in the city.

Last: I was so tired.

VI - Sleep is(n't) for the weak

First: “Bubba..." I sighed, wheeling up to the bed where Bucky was curled around my balled-up fluffy blanket, staring blankly at his phone. “Hey, sweetie, it’s the middle of the night.”

Last: “Yeah.” Bucky brushed another kiss on my head. “I’m glad I got you back.”

VII - Fighter

First: Matt was used to pain.

Last: “Matty, I don’t think Daredevil will fight again.”

VIII - Even at your lowest point 

First: “Bucky?” Clint was standing at the door to the small apartment somewhere in Brooklyn, where Bucky had been living since he was back. “It’s me. It’s Clint.” He knocked, leaning his head against the wooden door. “Please let me in, I’m worried about you.”

Last: “Yeah...” Clint nodded. “Maybe we can do that.”

IX - As Long as I got You Back (WIP)

First: “Bucky!” Clint called, pushing past the young nurse as soon as he had finished talking.

Last: “You’re my little star,” Clint whispered, brushing a soft kiss into Bucky’s hair. “And I’ll do everything I can to make it okay again.”

X - They

First: “Clint, what the fuck happened to you?” Phil froze, as soon as he pulled the blanket back and revealed Clint’s bare body.

Last: “He did what they did.”

Tagging: @mutuallyprime @flowerparrish @endlesstwanted @schildmehdchen

“That sounds lovely,” Clint smiled weakly. “I’ll try okay?”

“Car picnic?” Bucky tilted his head, “then you just have to sit and enjoy the view.”

“I’ll try,” Clint repeated, biting his lip and watching Bucky as he started making a simple pancake batter.

“Hey,” Bucky said, offering a soft smile with the bowl and whisk in his hands. “I promise we’ll do something nice tonight, okay? Even if you don’t feel up to going out.”

(You get 6 sentences since I was tagged twice in this)

Tagging @evenfallreads and @mutuallyprime

WIP checkpoint!

reblog this with the last 3 sentences you wrote from your current WIP

Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Round 3 - Masterlist

Rough Sex : Marks on Your Skin / Foggy Nelson x Erik Lehnsherr / 4336 / Explicit

Breaking the Rules : To touch the Star(s) / Chapter 1: Battlin' the Wall / Jack Murdock x Yvaine / 1830 / Mature

Apology/Forgiveness : The Bakery Job: Marvel Rare Pairs Bingo Round Robin-Dec 2023 / Scott Lang x Clint Barton / 10080 / Teen and Up Audiences

FREE SPACE : Tempting Cookie Jar / Barton Family / 1436 / Teen and Up Audiences

Seduction : Show me your World / Matt Murdock x Charles Xavier / 5474 / Explicit

Heart Trouble : Crying under the Christmas Tree / Avocados / 2622 / Mature / TW: Cheating, Trauma, non-sexual

Dancing : Sing, then, wherever you may be / MattFoggy / 3545 / Teen and Up Audiences

Cooking with Love : New Here / WinterHawk / 1654 / Teen and Up Audiences

Forced to Rely on Enemy/Rival : Now I wear my scars just like Tattoos / Chapter 3: Consequences / WinterHawk / 2260 / Mature

@marvelrarepairbingo

This turned out so beautiful! Thank you so much 💜

“Harsh Autumn Days”

Gift for @42donotpanic for the prompt “knit blanket”

At first I thought about  hot chocolate and comfy blankets but I wanted to give it the #fratt edge so it turned out to be Frank patching Matt up after some battle. I’d like to think that DD’s clothes got wet and he’s cold. So Frank just pulled the most fluffiest knit blanket over the devils head. =)Hope you like it!

[Image Description: Black and white sketch of the Punisher cleaning Daredevil’s wounds. Frank is kneeling before a sitting Matt and cleaning his wounded knuckles with a cotton pad. Matt has several bandages already on his body and has a big knitted blanket pulled over his head and shoulders, gripping onto it with his other hand. Daredevil also still has his helmet and pants an.]

#FrankCastle #MattMurdock #Daredevil 

WIP GAME

Tagged by: @auofgoldandfantasies Thank you!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips

I have like... endless amounts of WIPs, so, behold:

We're doing this like last time and I'll make it nice and colorful for reasons. Everything that is purple is posted or partly posted and everything that is red is part of some sort of collab with other people.

Alright, here we go:

Bangs:

Double Kill

Multiversal Mess

Pod_Together Soulmates AU

Support you all the way

Not just a Mask

Different Kinds of Love

Bad Decisions

Building a Relationship

Does this count as a Polycule?

Familial Love

Talking about Romance

Domestic WinterHawk AU

Love Bites

No Prompt Left Behind

Foggy 157, 158, 187 Monster/Demon under the Bed

Matt 157, 158, 187 Monster/Demon under the Bed

Multiversal Mess

7: Daredevil Fanfiction

Podfic

Every Last Piece

Safe Place

WSBB

Posted WIPs

25 Reasons Clint Barton is not crying anymore

26 Ways to break Matt Murdock's heart

Amputee!Clint

Comfortember 2023

Hawkdevil AU

Matt recognises the WS

Now I wear my scars just like tattoos (scar)

Nur Ein Echo der Zeit

Soulmarks and metal arms

Sound and colour

The crossover one

The one with the breakup

the ones no one asked for

To see the bruises

Tortuga Inn

Vampire AU

WarHawk

unposted WIPs

(Don't) know who you are

A Pack of Wolves

Cover Up V2

Coverup

Doctor!Tony

Don't try to fix us

Double Shot Coffee

Facial Difference

I will only slow you down

Nightmares

No Voice, still on T

Snow Fall

Stolen Keepsake

The blind Hawk

The deaf and the blind and the deafblind kid

The one they will hate me for

Firefighter AUs

AUgust 2024

Random Oneshots

Nipple Piercings

Be my Doll

Panic Attack Matt

Bucky Tentacles P*rn

Last Minute Gift

Bucky's Trigger Words

Bedtime Stories

Blanket Nest

Branded Bucky/Bruce

Cutting

Diet Culture

I don't like you

Sometimes I wish I can strangle you

Matt didn't cry

Music Festival

Oral Sex

Sin

Support

soft

too loud

the prank

WarHawk Smut

Matt goes Deaf

Scars

A Quick note at the end, as you may have noticed, there are two docs called "Multiversal Mess", so if you're interested in either (or both) of them, please specify which folder you're referring to, since it's not the same fic.

And as always, please don't hesitate to send me asks about this game, or really anything else, I always love answering them!

No pressure tags: @heretherebewolves @flowerparrish @endlesstwanted @ravenmold @evenfallwriter and everyone else who sees this and is interested!

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