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thepartyresponsible · 2 years

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22. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish!!! (Please)

sheer. chaos. just kidding, that's only sometimes.

generally, it starts when i'm traipsing around, minding my own business, and i trip over something that makes me go "ha!" or "...huh." usually it's a bit of a one-two punch. liminal spaces happened because @mandatoryfunday posted a road trip prompt and then i heard "mississippi nuthin" by shovels & rope for the first time.

once an idea hits, i go on a walk or build a playlist or build a playlist while going on a walk. that helps me figure out what kind of mood the fic's going to have, how long it's going to be, and if i'm actually interested enough to write it.

if it's a shorter fic, i usually write it from start to finish and almost always all at once. then i either post it within 24 hours or save it, 95% finished, in my wip folder, immediately forget about it, and rediscover it months later.

if it's a longer fic, i'll make a very rambly outline that starts with good intentions and degrades into me just writing full sentences or even scenes i'm really excited about. eventually, i'll go back and make a better outline. a beautiful outline. at some point, i will show this beautiful outline absolutely no respect as i throw in whole side-plots because one character said one thing and i thought "oh hm, interesting, more of that."

at some point i'll decide whether or not anyone is ever going to read what i'm writing. if the answer is no, i just write until i get bored. if the answer is yes, i pay more attention to plot structure, map out the emotional arc, figure out who will be where when this whole thing is over. if the answer is maybe, i send it to someone with saintlike patience, probably @hargreeeves, with very little warning and an inspiring message like, "look at this. this is weird, huh?" or "all these idiots keep falling in love with each other, what the hell."

#asks

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absent-minded-ghost · 5 months

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threenorth · 6 months

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There's many things I'd want to write,

It's 930pm I don't think I can last till midnight, at around 7am mst, I've taken my pills for sleepy sleep.

But...

Medical, mental health,.. Allergies coming down, and no adhd meds, everything is up in the air.

I see my pychtrist next week, hopefully I can try go back on my adhd meds as it hasn't made a difference to my heart rate being off them, but then my axenity meds might be next, but we're see what who says what, and or if we gonna try an anti depressant.

Oh and my CBT mood journal is starting but it's more just thoughts at the moment to try reckonise some cds? I see my psychologist wends.

And your last nice message was a nice stab in the heart on top of everything else, I'm currently trying to get through having no executive function and no emotional regulation kind of... Right now.

Found this meme and tried not to laugh

So if you want some advice from me, try get those forearm crunches from amazon, there's a few intersting ones made of carbon fiber might be worth it... Back to your video...

It's nice to feel something but I'm not sure what emotion it was, maybe it was angry, maybe it was sadness Maybe it was all three, I really hope as my breathing improves, I assume soon so does my feelings, I don't know exactly what's going on and I'm not really enjoying it.. Especially it's hell on a good day...

I'm due to see a cardiologist, as my doc is still a little worried that walking causes my heart rate to be still quite high, at 120, everyday feels like I ran a marathon as I've hinted at above but then expanded futher details, mom thinks it's an anti axeirty med side effect, doc doesn't know but thinks it could be the constant axeity from high ige. I don't know... It's all a fun game life at the moment...

Still waiting for the asmtha insutie as my last sickness I got given steroids and they have to wait till they are out of my system before measuring my lung capacity and a muckus test.

A breathing specialist in December...

And come February Maybe a trip to Wellington to see the marvel props....but with the cost of living begging to crunch...

(not me or my post) as there's chicken.

I usually spend $200 and that's a week without now gluten free stuff, that has to be Rye and corn free...

But I'm about 2k in the hole, at least I'm on a on a low rate credit card, I also was hoping soon I'll have a bump I gotta try pay down my 16k Intrest free student loan... Or maybe get a six figures and say pay it off before the with 6 month Intrest free overseas period... We're see but at the moment, I miss you like the dopamine of adhd meds, I miss you like my coffee I have to use to get me though the day... As most of my income is going out to my MBA. I'd really like to get that done soon and say fuck off to work... As and About 1k for my phone Intrest free at least it's a good phone should last me another 5 years or so as it's 5g capable.

Oh and I ain't gyming so that extra $100 I'm putting towards my phone so in 10 weeks that's one less bill.... It's about 32 weeks (student loan at 16k, 200 automatically is removed from my pay to pay it, where if I pay an extra 500) that's no enjoyment or invesments hopefully my last one pays off I found two cards worth about $15 us each that's about 25 nzd at the moment, but I'm working on scanning them in but sorting and scanning takes time, as I need some money for some investments and a new computer monitor, and what I assume it's a trip to the mountains when my body can breathe better... At this rate cross your fingers for northen summer but I don't know yet what's happening but I thought I saw you said your coming down here soon enough, that would be fun, I just don't know about soupy, oh speaking of soupy, allergist for injections, another 750 that's gonna have to come out of thin air, I can handle cats without antihistamines but wheat... That's something... , even if it doesn't make me fat Ramona.

I'll try calling you after my last meeting at 330pm, but 930am is my first but I wouldn't know how to swing into telling mom that messaged and decided to call out of the blue in the morning,and if I did how I mute you from the meetings then some how I focus on my presentation as I'm using alot of mental capacity to try do work currently... And it's annoying as hell... Draining mentally... Physically and emotionally.

I haven't even cleaned my room yet because everything takes effort I don't have...

Ehhhh... Welcome to the hot mess I'm your host, some how not dead yet, meee.

I hope you saw the rare ring eclipse... Sounded fun we didn't see anything this side of the world.

Well, I'm off to sleep.

Maybe you'll text me back your Sunday schedule seeing it's your day off your probably heading into get groceries.

I get paid Tuesday might try ask mom when we can get to Costco I need some more frozen vegetables and maybe frozen strawberry for my smoothies,at least it's spring so strawberrys and watermellons are coming in, one fruit I enjoy..

I really gotta open up my flavours but everything either hates me, or I hate it with sensory issues... God living my life is a fun roller-coaster...

Anyway,

Looking forward to the new Scott Pilgram series coming out soon...

I hope you didn't see cam on mafs,(it's on lifetime?and FYI? We're getting off the internet some how... I might have to dip off social media if he says my name as I expect a bunch of crazies to come out. Let's say I'm looking forward to the next episode to here what shit my cousin makes up at his ceremony, so if you want in the in thing for us right now, that's gonna give me laughs for months and months.

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cliffdog01 · 9 months

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Does caffeine make the voices go faster for anyone else? MandatoryFunDay

I drink Caffenr for Pain relief, and I’m a Graveyard shift worker (10pm to 6am, 5 nights a week +covers).

Also, I Watched Healthcare Triage's videos that went into the Studies of Tea and Coffee, and there is no evidence that Caffeine has any long-term negative health effects. Sugar is terrible, so if you drink Energy drinks, make sure to get the Sugar-free versions (also from Healthcare Triage, no good nutritional studies are showing Sugar-free alternatives to cause any negative health effects) and try to remember to drink Water as well, mostly to nullify the Acidity of Fizzy drinks.

#youtube #ytshorts #military #commercial cleaning #healthcare triage

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magenta-llama · 4 years

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..Bucky is tiptoeing. I wanted to draw this right after I read Hawkeye: Freefall #1 and saw Melissa Benoist, Grant Gustin and Stephen Amell photoshoot, and now there is Sam Wilson Appreciation week in @mandatoryfunday so I realized it was my time to shine x) Hope you like this piece.

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Also, I would like to use this opportunity to say that there’s a new Winterhawk discord and it’s very nice there, and @fanbinbun and @bigwolfpup allowed me to give their contacts here so that you could text them and get an invite :3

#mandatoryfunday #mandatory fun day #winterhawk #clintucky #hawkeye #winter soldier #clint barton #bucky barnes #sam wilson #falcon #marvel #marvel comics #hawkeye freefall #fanart #my art

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mandatoryfunday · 4 years

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@weny suggested this lovely bit of art from littlewolf, based on an incorrect quote tweet by bucky? on twitter!

So, Winterhawk fandom, tell us how the squid was being a dick! Alternatively, tell us about The Day Hawkeye Lost A Fight to a Squid. Or whatever else floats your boat about this scene, and don’t forget to tag us in your works!

#winterhawk #mandatory fun day #mandatoryfunday #clint/bucky #bucky/clint #squid fights #weny #follower prompt #prompt

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1000-directions · 4 years

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Title: of angels and angles Link: AO3 Pairing: Clint/Bucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Haircuts Word Count: 3.5k Summary: “I don’t know if you’ve noticed," Bucky says, "but I’m a little sensitive about having things near my head.”

The first and only time that Clint tried to touch his face while they were kissing, Bucky dissociated so violently that he accidentally bruised three of Clint’s ribs in a blind panic, so yeah, he's noticed.

Bucky needs a haircut, and Clint is the only person he trusts to help.

written for @mandatoryfunday

#i wrote a thing #winterhawk #mandatoryfunday

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ialwayscomewhenyoucall · 4 years

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winterhawk (clint barton/bucky barnes)

~1.6k

Bucky’s alone in the kitchen, snacking on a sandwich, when Clint comes in behind him. “Hey Buck,” he says. Then he goes to the cupboard, snags a coffee mug, and licks all the way around the rim. He grins at Bucky then puts it back in the cupboard. “Someone keeps stealing my favorite mug. But that should be enough of a deterrent. I licked it. It’s mine now.” He winks before he heads back to the elevator.

“I have so many questions,” Bucky says to no one.

“Bless you,” Clint says, a teasing yet somehow reverent tone in his voice.

“All I did was carry the pizzas from the door to the table,” Bucky says dryly. He drops the boxes onto the table where Steve, Sam, and Clint wait to dive in.

“You paid the delivery guy,” Clint protests.

“Not really. I put it on Stark’s tab.”

They all laugh.

Clint opens up the top box, gives the pizza inside a quick appraisal, then leans over and runs his tongue over the biggest piece. “Ow! Is hot!” he says, frantically searching for his drink.

The guys are all making overexaggerated retching noises. “Why, Clint? Why?” Sam asks.

Shrugging, Clint says, “It’s the biggest piece. I licked it--it’s mine now.”

Sam sighs. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to use your words?”

“You could have just pulled it out of the box,” Steve says.

“Nah. Too hot.” He winks at Bucky, who stares back, unblinking.

But inside Bucky’s reeling. What had that been about?

Steve groans. “You are such a child, Barton.”

“Maybe. But no one’s gonna eat my pizza.” His grin is smug.

Clint’s newest example of childish behavior goes on for weeks. He licks forks, bacon, coffee cups, cupcakes, the tv remote (which Tony immediately sprays with some kind of industrial strength disinfectant), and--oddly enough--his arrows.

“Do you really think someone’s going to steal your arrows?” Natasha asks wearily.

“I saw Barnes eyeing them. Didn’t want him to get any ideas.”

Bucky freezes but he doesn’t see anyone looking at him; they’re all pleading with Clint to start acting like the adult his birth certificate says he is. He outwardly relaxes, but inside he’s having an argument with himself.

Because he hadn’t been looking at Clint’s arrows. He’d been looking at Clint.

Honestly, he’s been looking at Clint for awhile now. When they sit together drinking coffee in the morning, when they’re playing video games or watching movies, when they’re all just hanging out together, laughing. But especially when Clint is shooting. Because Clint shooting his bow is a fucking work of art. How could he put his eyes anywhere else? Those arms, he wants to feel them around him, to let his cheek rest against those…

He shakes himself out of his thoughts, actually giving his head a single, sharp shake. This is not the time, definitely not the place.

“Alright there, Buck?” Steve’s hand falls onto his shoulder, gives a squeeze.

“Fine,” Bucky says, a little too fast and a little too loud. Steve gives him an odd look but drops his hand. Then Clint’s eyes flick in his direction and Bucky spends entirely too much time wondering about the look on his face. Clint had only looked for a fraction of a second--what had he seen?

After that it gets both better and worse. It seems like Clint starts waiting for Bucky to arrive before he licks something. So while Clint seems to be everywhere, it also means that Clint is making Bucky absolutely crazy. Once again, just before he licks his favorite playstation controller, he even winks in Bucky’s direction. Bucky thinks. He’s pretty sure it had been a wink. But Tony, Nat, and Sam are in the room too, and no one else reacts at all. (And he knows if Tony had seen anything as overt as a wink he’d have a lot to say on the subject.)

He nearly chokes on nothing when Clint winks at him. (Again. Winks again.) Somehow he manages to turn it into an odd, clearing his throat kind of noise. When he regains himself he looks at Clint and says, “You’re going to catch some awful disease if you keep licking everything, Barton,” in a bland voice.

“You’ll just have to take care of me then,” he teases.

Bucky somehow manages to hold his face completely still. He can feel the heat rising in his neck, though, and hopes no one notices.

Bucky’s alone in the kitchen again, this time drinking coffee, when Natasha comes in and sits on the stool next to him. He just sits, drinking his coffee, attempting to think about nothing at all. After a few minutes Nat clears her throat. Bucky doesn’t react, curious how far she’ll go to get his attention.

It’s not long before he finds out.

“Fine,” she says, as if she’d known all along it would go this way. And in one fluid movement she’s off her stool and on to his lap, straddling his legs, her face directly in his.

She tends to get what she wants. Now he can’t avoid looking at her, unless he closes his eyes; for a fraction of a second he considers it, but then just gives in. Sighing heavily he says, “What do you want, Natasha?”

“He’s daring you. Either accept his challenge or back away. The rest of us can’t take it anymore. I think Tony’s going to have a breakdown, worrying ‘has Barton’s tongue been here?’ about everything.” She takes his face in her hands and kisses him on the forehead. Then, before he can find a response, she’s gone.

“Wait, the rest of us?”

Of course there’s no answer. She’d probably heard, though. He can picture the smirk on her face.

So everyone’s already--

Wait. She’d said--

Well. If it’s a challenge, then challenge accepted.

Of course, now that Bucky’s made up his mind he can’t seem to find Clint anywhere. He doesn’t come down for breakfast--not even for coffee, he must be getting his fix elsewhere--and he doesn’t go to the range at his usual time. Bucky gets wrangled into helping Tony with something in his lab (which actually means “stand here and hold this, just like that. It’s too heavy for the clamps”) so he misses lunch on the common floor and throws together a couple sandwiches before he gets cornered by Sam and ends up playing video games with him for the rest of the afternoon. By the time he gets to the common floor for dinner (a mandatory team dinner called by Steve, as if they don’t spend enough time together already) he’s mostly talked himself out of saying anything at all.

But then he walks in and there’s Clint, perched on the back of his chair, laughing along with everyone else at something or other. Bucky doesn’t pay much attention, because right then Clint turns his way, and when he sees Bucky his eyes light up and he grins and Bucky instantly forgets all his arguments for staying quiet.

He wants Clint to smile at him like that every single day. Over and over again.

His plan had been to get Clint alone, or as alone as they could get on the common floor, and just get his feelings out in the open. But seeing Clint like that, laughing and carefree and oh-so-beautiful he dumps the plan and turns off his brain. He strides over to Clint, puts his hands on Clint’s chest (he can feel Clint’s heart beating so fast in his chest, and he wonders how he hadn’t heard it even on the other side of the room) and licks up Clint’s jaw, from his chin to his ear.

“I licked it,” he says, in a strong voice, loud enough that everyone in the room can hear. “I licked it, so now it’s mine.”

“Yeah?” says Clint. His eyes dance with mischief.

“You gonna argue with me?” Bucky glares, but he’s holding laughter just below his skin and he’s sure Clint can see it all over him.

Clint’s arms slip around Bucky, and it’s far better than anything he’d ever imagined, but he doesn’t have long to think about it because Clint’s tongue darts out of his mouth and across Bucky’s lips. He pulls back, grinning. “I’m not really the arguing kind,” he says, “but I’m definitely laying claim to that mouth of yours.”

And then he’s not thinking at all, because Clint’s lips are pressed against his, and then Clint’s tongue is in his mouth.

“Finally,” mutters Natasha.

“Are you kidding me?” Tony shouts. “I’ll never be able to unsee that!”

“What just happened?” says Steve.

Everyone laughs. Even Bucky and Clint separate enough to laugh (just enough) before they find each other’s lips again.

“Come on, Steve. You must have noticed these two making googly eyes at each other. Even Bruce noticed.” Nat is incredulous.

“I did!” Bruce says.

“We’ll let them work that out on their own,” Clint murmurs, low enough that only Bucky can hear. (Steve can probably hear it too, but he’s too distracted to notice). “Wanna go for a walk?” And then he winks. Again.

Clint’s hand slides down Bucky’s arm until their fingers are intertwined. They’re walking toward the elevator when Steve shouts, “Mandatory dinner!”

“Stevie. We could stay and make out on the sofa if you’d rather we didn’t leave,” Bucky says, not looking away from Clint.

“Have a good time!” says Natasha. She sounds almost gleeful.

“Oh, we will,” Bucky says, but only for Clint.

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for the @mandatoryfunday prompt “I licked it so it’s mine.”

#lirael writes #mandatoryfunday #winterhawk #fluff #silliness #clint licks things #winterhawk drabble #i love these two dorks #also:#nat is awesome

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poppy5991 · 8 months

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Endeavor: Ok, let’s review this video. What did he do wrong?

Deku: He didn’t run fast enough!

Endeavor: No, no what did he do wrong guys?

Shoto: He didn’t do enough spin moves. If he had done more spin moves, he would’ve gotten away just fine.

Endeavor: No. The spin moves were not the issue.

Bakugo: He didn’t yell enough profanities.

Endeavor: No, he was running from the police, guys. You shouldn’t do that.

You know, if you don’t want to get to get arrested…you shouldn’t do that. You shouldn’t act like a hoodlum and run from the police.

Bakugo: We do that like every week?

Endeavor: Yeah. That’s why we’re reviewing this video. SO I STOP GETTING PHONE CALLS. I’M SICK OF BAILING YOU OUT OF JAIL.

Deku: But if you don’t run then they catch you??? And put you in the jail???

Shoto: I hate that place. They have terrible food.

#mha #hell’s interns #bnha #mha memes #boku no hero academia #mha incorrect quotes #endeavor #deku #bakugo #shoto todoroki #source: the hilarious Instagram of mandatoryfunday

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clintobarto · 5 years

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Yay June! @mandatoryfunday

#mandatoryfunday #mandatory fun day #winterhawk #pride prompt #clint barton #Bucky Barnes #clint/bucky #hawkeye #Winter Soldier #hawkguy #jay makes weird looking art #animation attempt 2

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quicksillver · 5 years

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i didn’t have time for tattoos but mesh shirts are rad

winterhawk @mandatoryfunday | Punk AU

#winterhawk #clint barton #bucky barnes #my art #mandatoryfunday #i always find mistakes after i post but i'm not fixing it my power is going out in an hour #misha does art

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aww-writing-no · 5 years

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(I did a thing for @mandatoryfunday!)

Sunscreen:

“Get down from there, you maniac!” Bucky yelled at Clint.

Clint was about thirty feet in the air, straddling a palm tree as he gazed out over the ocean. The sun was beating down on his bare back, and he thought he might be in heaven.

“I know you can hear me!” Bucky continued yelling, hands on his hips as he stared up at Clint. “Get down from there before you get a sunburn.”

Clint leaned over to look down at Bucky. “No need to get your knickers in a knot; I put on sunscreen this morning,” he informed the other man. He didn’t understand why Bucky was being so grumpy today. They were supposed to be on vacation, for goodness sakes! What was the point of Stark lending you his private island for the weekend if you weren’t going to enjoy it?

“Don’t make me come up there and get you,” Bucky threatened, crossing his arms over his chest.

Clint leaned further over in alarm. The palm tree was already beginning to bow under his weight. Bucky wasn’t exactly a lightweight, and he didn’t think the addition of the supersoldier would end well for anybody. “Woah, don’t do that! I’m not sure this tree can take both our- Whoops!”

Clint yelped as he overbalanced and tumbled off the palm tree. Turns out trees with no real branches were harder to hold on to. Who knew?

He half expected to be hitting the sand with a thud, but he wasn’t terribly surprised when he landed in Bucky’s outstretched arms. Bucky grunted, dipping slightly under his weight. “That’s not what I meant when I told you to get down,” he grumbled, frowning at Clint.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Clint said, beaming up at him and trying to wriggle out of Bucky’s arms. “You gonna to put me down now?”

Bucky adjusted his grip. “No, I don’t think I will. You clearly can’t be trusted to stay outta trouble.”

“Have you met me?” Clint said with a laugh. “I’m not sure why you ever thought I could. Besides, isn’t that your thing? Dumb blonds who can’t stay out of trouble?”

Bucky growled, tightening his grip. “Steve and I weren’t ever a thing. I don’t know where people keep gettin’ that idea from.”

“But we’re a thing, right?” Clint asked, more nervous than he’d like to admit. He was pretty sure they were doing the dating thing, though neither of them had ever actually come out and said it. But they were on a tropical weekend vacation together, and Bucky had given him that purple stuffed dog he won at the carnival last month, and Clint let Bucky steal the fries off his plate which anybody else except Natasha would get stabbed for, so he was pretty sure they were a thing. Maybe. Hopefully.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yes, we’re a thing.”

Clint breathed a sigh of relief and restrained himself from pumping his fist. That would be weird, right? He was pretty sure that would be weird. “Does this mean I’m your best fella?” he asked slyly.

Bucky groaned, shaking his head. Clint only got a moment’s warning as he felt Bucky’s muscles tense. Suddenly he found himself flying through the air again, before hitting the water with a splash. Bucky had thrown him in the ocean! Rude.

He opened his mouth to yell at Bucky when he was swamped by a wave from behind. He stumbled forward, the surge forcing him underwater. When he popped back up he was coughing and streaming water from his nose. Ugh. Saltwater in the sinuses was the worst.

By the time Clint got himself sorted out, Bucky was standing in the water with a wicked grin on his face. “You wanna try that again?”

“What?” Clint asked with a matching grin. “I thought you’d like me using your old-timey vernacular.”

Bucky let out a predatory growl and leapt on Clint. His back hit the water with a splash, and he took a deep breath before getting shoved under water. He hooked a leg around Bucky’s ankle, pulling him down, and they grappled underwater until Clint started seeing spots. He pounded on Bucky’s head a couple of times, and he released his grip enough for Clint to surface and breathe.

Another feral grin was the only warning Clint got before Bucky dragged him back under water. Clint arched his back, twisting to put a foot in Bucky’s stomach. He felt Bucky grunt, and a metal hand wrapped around his ankle.

Uh oh.

Surrounded by water, Clint felt like he was being flipped in slow motion. His arms flailed as he tried to get his balance, but he was pinned face down in the sand before he could do anything about it. Bucky loosened his grip so he wouldn’t break Clint’s ankle and forced his foot up by his hip. It was a good thing he was so flexible or he would have dislocated something for sure.

With one hand around his ankle and the other pressed across his back, pinning him in place, Clint knew he had no hope in hell of breaking out of Bucky’s grip. He thumped the sand a few times, and Bucky released his hold.

Clint shook his head, spitting out a mouthful of sand as he carefully got to his feet. “Aww, you’ve washed all the sunscreen off now,” he whined. He hated putting on sunscreen, but his skin only came in two shades: pasty white or bright red. Clint didn’t like the sunburn, but even worse would be listening to mother hen Bucky grump at him if he got burned. That alone was worth the effort of using sunscreen.

“Maybe that was the point,” Bucky said, wiggling his eyebrows and reaching out to run his hands over Clint’s shoulders and down his arms. “Someone’s gotta help you reapply it after all…”

#Hawkeye #Winterhawk #mandatoryfunday

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