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I'm skipping Podfics for this. Also a fair warning, I did a dump of Oneshots I found, so there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to what I've posted recently and there is some smut in between. Also I am realising there are some other warnings that I added next to the title.
I - Not how this was supposed to work (WIP)
First: Foggy Nelson had never been a scaredy-cat. In general, he wasn’t afraid of a lot of things. He wasn’t scared of going to the doctor or the dentist, and he wasn’t afraid of the dark, spiders, heights, or the boogie man either.
Last: “I think it just might,” Karen answered, smiling softly. “They might not become friends, but they might make okay roommates.”
II - Ten out of Ten (MCD Warning)
First: Matt got the call from the hospital while he was in class.
Last: It was only when Foggy rested a soft, almost brotherly hand on his friend’s shoulder that he realised Matt wasn’t frozen, he was crying.
III - When the World is too much, you are my Bubble
Note: This one is a collection of ficlets for two OCs I came up with, so the first and the last line do not belong to the same story.
First: “Is it beautiful?” Jamie asked, closing her eyes as she leaned against G’s side and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on this day in early spring.
Last: “That’s cute,” Jamie hummed, then started laughing. “Buck and my Dad met when my dad was being an idiot and Buck stopped him from running in front of a car or something.” She laughed again. “Honestly, every time you ask them they give you a different story.”
IV - Of Soup, Flowers and Tattoos (WIP)
First: “Every flower has a meaning, you know?” Foggy was leaning on the counter of ‘Sweet and Spicy’, when the restaurant had a quiet moment. He was watching the guy working in the small flower shop across the street from their soup café. “Every type of flower, every colour, and even the way they are arranged can tell whole stories.”
Last: “Yes, Clint.” Matt chuckled softly. “Bucky and you own a Tattoo Studio. I would be surprised if you didn’t have Tattoos and piercings.” He traced Clint’s neck again, smiling as the other man leaned in again. “I just don’t know which ones and what they look like, so I was a little surprised when I suddenly had two pieces of metal in my mouth.” He licked his own lips, then traced his thumb over Clint’s again, pulling softly at one of the black metal rings. “I don’t mind. Actually, I quite like it.” He smirked, signing slowly with one hand still cupping Clint’s jaw. “It’s wild and interesting, just like you.”
V - Just let yourself have this (Smut Warning)
First: “Hello, handsome.” A low, rich voice, laced with an English accent approached Clint.
Last: Charles simply brushed a soft kiss into Clint’s hair, smiling softly and breathing in his scent. “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”
VI - Stop telling me you're sorry and just let me fuck you silly (unsurprisingly: Smut Warning)
First: “Tell me what you want, pretty boy.” James purred right into Clint’s ear. He was leaning on his elbow, the fingers of his other hand softly tracing Clint’s chest.
Last: “I mean...” Clint chuckled, smirking up at his partner as well, “I wouldn’t say no, if you’re offering...”
VII - Clint's Love-Hate Relationship with Food (Eating Disorder Warning)
First: "Are you really gonna eat all of those?" Tony asked with surprise and almost something like disgust in his voice.
Last: “Yeah,” Matt scoffed. “I’m definitely not gonna leave you alone with this gaggle of idiots while your brain is being stupid,” he gestured around them, vaguely indicating the other Avengers, but mostly meaning Tony. “You’re my baby hawk, you’re gonna get all the cuddles you want tonight.”
VIII - Blanket Nest
First: “Clint-Buddy, are you okay?” Foggy asked as he came back from the kitchen with a fresh mug of coffee.
Last: “You’re perfect, Clint,” Matt signed at some point, simply making Clint smile this time. “Never change who you are for anyone but yourself.”
IX - Arrow, Snowflake, Star
First: “It’s not pretty,” Bucky muttered, wrapping their arms protectively around their chest, the right one covering the weaker left. “It’s everything but pretty...”
Last: “It’s more than I need to know that you’re my little treasure,” Clint said, just like I had done earlier. “We’re always gonna take care of you, no matter what happens.”
X - Why are archers so annoying?
First: “You wanna give it a shot?” Clint asked, gesturing with his bow before going to pick up his arrows from the targets on the other end of the lane.
Last: “Both.” I decided. “Both is good.” “Then both it is.” Clint smiled nodding for me to follow him. “Come on, little Hawk, let’s get you your treats.”
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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.
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.”
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