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You and Me, Forever
Written for @a-mess-of-fandoms 1k writing challenge. A short Winterhawk tale for the 23rd prompt: “So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day.”
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“Clint, we’re gonna have to talk about it sometime.”
“No.”
“Clint.”
“I said no, Bucky.”
Bucky lets out a frustrated noise. Clint looses the arrow, and it lodges in the target across the room. It’s slightly off-center, and that just adds to his growing irritation. He reaches back for another.
A metal hand closes around his wrist. “Clint,” he says. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“And you’re being an asshole,” Clint says, yanking his hand away. “I know how to do my job, okay? I don’t need you babysitting me in the field.”
Bucky shakes his head. “It’s not babysitting, Clint, it’s stopping you from dying when you insist on taking stupid risks.”
Clint stalks across the room and yanks his arrow free. One of the fletchings is loose, he can see it wobbling. No wonder the stupid thing won’t fly straight. He needs to fix these, needs to fix the whole damn quiver, actually. It’s the only way he can feel useful, because he sure as hell doesn’t know how to fix whatever’s going on between him and Bucky.
You’re not dating, he tells himself firmly. You’re not his boyfriend. It’s just a fling. There isn’t anything to fix, because there’s nothing there in the first place.
He has to tell himself that, because if he lets himself think about it too hard, he’s going to lose his goddamn mind. “Just leave me alone, okay?”
“I will not,” Bucky says. “Not until we talk about it.”
“There’s nothing to talk about!” Clint whirls on him, aiming an arrow without thinking. Bucky holds his hands up, expression calm. “I don’t need you to protect me, Buck, I can take care of my own damn self. I was doing it long before you showed up, and I’m gonna be doing it long after you drop me and move on.”
Bucky looks stung. “Is that what you think is going to happen?”
“That’s what always happens,” Clint says, lowering the arrow. He shoves it back in the quiver and shoulders his bow. “It’s fine. I’m used to it.” He shoves past Bucky so he doesn’t have to see the other man’s expression, and walks into the hallway. Lucky perks his head up, looking between the two of them. Then he gets up and pads after Clint.
Clint takes his feelings all the way up to the roof and slams the door behind him. “Fuck him,” he tells Lucky. “I don’t need his protection. I’m not some damsel in distress. I’m Hawkeye.”
He sets up the training mannequin he keeps up here and spends the next hour filling it up with arrows, shooting until the ache in his arms is worse than the ache in his heart. He occasionally glances at the door, hoping and not hoping that Bucky will come after him.
Bucky does not come up. The door stays closed.
When it’s too dark to properly see, Lucky comes and puts his paws up on Clint’s waist with a sad little arf noise. “Yeah,” Clint says, reaching down to scratch at him. “You’re right. Let’s go get dinner.”
Bucky isn’t in his apartment either, and Clint decidedly does not think about how that makes him feel. He grabs some pizza and tosses a piece at Lucky, then collapses onto his threadbare couch and turns on Dog Cops.
There’s a knock at the door. Natasha, probably, coming to yell at him for one thing or another. “It’s open,” he calls over his shoulder, not willing to get up. “Come in.”
The door opens, and Clint cranes his head over the couch to see. “Oh. You.”
Bucky is standing there with a pizza box in one hand, and a coffee cup in the other. He casts a glance over at Lucky, who’s excitedly snarfing down his piece. “I guess this is redundant,” he says, holding up the box.
“Nah, man. Can never have too much pizza.” Clint pushes himself up. “You gonna stand in the doorway the whole night?”
“You gonna point arrows at me again?”
Clint flushes. “I’m sorry. That was mean.”
“It’s okay. I was being an asshole.” Bucky sits next to him on the couch and puts the box on the coffee table. Then he fixes those pretty blue eyes on Clint and takes a deep breath. “Look. I know you can take care of yourself. You’re great in the field. Seriously. You’re smart as hell and the best shot I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you.”
“But you gotta understand,” Bucky continues, “that every time you pull some stupid stunt like you did this morning? It scares the hell out of me, man. I hate watching you do that stuff.”
“I’ve been doing that stuff since forever,” Clint points out. “Never bothered you before.”
“Yeah, because that was before—” Bucky stops.
“Before…?”
“Before I knew I liked you, you idiot.”
Clint stares at him. “You like me?”
“Uh, yeah.” Bucky gestures between them. “What did you think this was?”
“I don’t know. I thought we were just having fun.”
Bucky shrugs. “We were, at first. But then I got to know you better, and I just…” He shakes his head. “I don’t know, man. I don’t think I want it to be just for fun.”
Clint’s stupid heart flip-flops in his chest, and he sits up a little straighter. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” Bucky says, “that I want to make this a thing. You and me. If you want.”
Clint considers this, watching Bucky’s flesh hand drum nervously on the cushions. Does he want this to be a thing?
Stupid question. Of course he wants this to be a thing. He’s wanted it to be a thing for weeks. He just never said anything, because he didn’t know if Bucky wanted it to be a thing.
“Okay,” he says, and Bucky’s face lights up like the sun.
“Okay,” he says back, and they grin at each other like a couple of idiots.
Lucky nudges his way between them, nearly knocking over the pizza box, and the moment is broken. Bucky laughs and tosses him a piece, and scoots a little closer to Clint, and Clint leans against his shoulder with a sense of ease he didn’t know he was missing.
“It won’t be easy, you know.,” Clint tells him. “I’m bad at relationships. Like, notoriously bad.”
“Of course it won’t be easy,” Bucky says. “We’ll have to work at it. But I want to do that. Because I want you.”
“You want me,” Clint echoes.
“Yeah,” Bucky says, smiling at him. “Is that so hard to believe? I want all of you, Clint. Every day. For as long as you’ll have me.”
Clint reaches out and winds his fingers into Bucky’s. “Okay,” he says again, and squeezes Bucky’s hand. “Okay. I’m in. I want you too.”
“Good,” Bucky says, and he presses a kiss to Clint’s forehead. “Good.”
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I'm sorry this took a cool minute BUT THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME REACH 1K!!! YOU 🎉🥰🙏 I never thought this would happen! Tm You guys voted for the boys, so here they are: Kalon and Nyx for my #dtiyschallenge I'll be sharing your work on my story until June 1 and will choose my top 3 favorite to have their oc drawn by me interacting with any S.Project character of their choice so be sure to tag it #kireisdtiys . . . #1kchallenge #dtiys #drawthisinyourstyle #drawthisinyourstylechallenge #digitalarting #digitaldoodle #digital_art #digitallyart #myocs #sproject #sprojectwebtoon #originalcharacter #artchallenge #alienboy #myarts #animeartstyle #artistssupportingartists #animedoodle #drawmyocinyourstyle #artprizes https://www.instagram.com/p/Bwn-ll1HFU7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1t2f5zibb0lf3
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Study of Hellborns ‘Sleeping Beauty’ with the process for the 1kchallenge. : )
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Hunted
Author: @the-omni-princess
Summary: Being hunted down sucks, especially when you rather not be shot.
Word Count: 1.2K
Prompt:
“I think I like you.”
“Couldn’t you say this before you shot me?”
Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Avenger!Reader
Warnings: Injuries, Language (like one curse word I think)
A/N:
This is for Selene’s 1k Challenge and is technically my first piece I’m tossing onto this blog so be nice please I beg of you.
Prompt is bolded.
Rereading? Whose she?
#Selene’1Kchallenge
@wintersoldierswhore
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It was dark, to say the least, and musty. The shadows seemed to crawl up the walls, its tendrils appeared to surround you, choking the light and your breath. It was quiet, your racing heartbeat the only sound, the steady, yet fast, thrumming as adrenaline coursed through your veins. You were crouched in a corner, the current worst place to be, but luckily your hunter hadn’t found you yet. Or so you thought. In reality, he was right around the corner, slinking closer to his prey like the huntsman he was.
You raised your gun, and your mind raced, glancing at every spot in the surrounding area, begging for a means of escape. The smallest reflecting of silver caught your attention. There!A small opening in the wood panels, just big enough for you to be able to slip away. You jumped at the opportunity, squeezing through the opening as quietly as possible, unaware your own heartbeat, your lifeline, gave you away to the hunter.
Bolting through the hallway, you desperately tried to find a way out. A tiny speck of red in the distance seized your attention. The EXIT! A scruff of boots against the concrete floor behind you reprimanded your short-lived joy. Sprinting through the hallway, your cover blown, your only chance was the exit in the distance.
A shot ran out, echoing in your ears as your knees buckled, sending you to the cold, hard floor. A small groan escaped your lips, as pain coiled up your legs. It wasn’t a kill shot, but it wasn’t a pleasant feeling either. Not one to lay down and die, you sprang into action. Another shot ran out, barely missing your right shoulder as you spun, jumping back onto your feet.
A third shot echoed, then a fourth, then a fifth as you returned fire, still balancing on your knees. Unstable as you shot back, most of your shots missed entirely, except one which hit metal with a small thud. Rising to your feet, hoping your hunter was at least somewhat distracted by the return fire, you rushed towards the exit again. Wrong. You thought as another shot ran out, this time hitting your knee cap to send you to the ground again. He’s doing this on purpose! That asshole!
This time you kept quiet, waiting for a moment to strike. The hunter, although suspicious, assumed you hit the ground harder than last time, which is why you did not attempt to run again. Stepping closer, now you could hear your hunter’s boots as he strolled closer to your body crouched on the floor. Like a cobra ready to strike, you held your breath, waiting for your opening. Now.
Spinning on your back, using the contoured body angle you were at to your advantage, you shot. It was a blind shot, your last Hail Mary, but it zipped in the air, hitting its target perfectly in the chest, right above his heart. Dark color seeped through his tac gear, surprise etched onto his face. You had caught the hunter unaware. Standing now, a smug look on your face as you approached him. He had toyed with you, making sure none of his shots were lethal as to draw this game of cat and mouse, and you had turned the game against him, the mouse suddenly becoming a lion.
Light flooded the hallway which enclosed you, your comms springing to life with Sam’s voice, “Holy shit Y/N! You took down Tinman, nice shot!” His praise made you smile, a shit-eating smile which made the soldier in front of you pretty upset.
“I think I like you,” you informed the man in front of you, grinning like an idiot at how you had tricked him.
“Couldn’t you say this before you shot me?”He sounded irritated, flustered that you managed to catch him off guard when he had been messing with you this entire time.
“Bucky, it’s paintball, not like you are actually dying right now,” you deadpanned, surveying the damaged on his tac vest. Bright pink had exploded on his arm, your first shot you hit him with, and dark purple soaked right above his heart, your kill shot, winning you this game.
“But we had a bet, and I really wanted to win,” Bucky pouted as the team flooded the arena you two were in.
Rolling your eyes, you unzipped your tac vest, too hot to keep the layer on as sweat rolled down your back. “I know, I know Buck. Sparring in the form of paintball. You win, you can take me out on a date, I win, you have to do my chores at the compound for a month.” You tossed the vest and your paintball gun over your shoulder, securing both with the gun’s latch. “I mean, if it’s any consolation, I didn’t come out of this unscathed,” you pointed out, your hand hovering over the multiple splashes of color on your legs and lower stomach. He had shot you more but didn’t go for a kill shot, a shot in the chest or back, losing him the game. He had thought he had toyed with you the entire game, all the while, you had allowed it to happen.
Sam seemingly came out of nowhere, laughing as he hit Bucky in the shoulder, “Man, she really played you didn’t she Tinman?”
Bucky groaned, triply annoyed. He had lost a chance to take the girl he had been crushing on for the past few months out on a date, lost a fight to her because he was an idiot, and now Sam was already making fun of him for it. No doubt the rest of the team, who all were watching from the camera and the double-sided mirror on the other wall, were already brainstorming jokes to tease him endlessly about this. Sam and Natasha were already teasing him about his crush, Steve trying to encourage him to go for it. With your competitive streak, and your insistent nagging to spar with him, this bet had been the compromise, and he utterly ruined it.
Your smile faltered when you saw how upset Bucky actually was. Biting your lip and mentally hyping yourself before coming closer to him, you caught his attention. “Don’t be a spoiled sport Buck, clean yourself up and meet me at the front door at 7 tonight.” His eyes lit up, though confusion also was evident on his face. Standing on your tip toes and kissing his cheek, you grinned as Bucky’s cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. You turned quickly, not wanting to distract yourself in his deep blue-grey eyes, the eyes that have been invading every waking moment for months now. “You’re still doing my chores, but don’t be late for our date soldier,” you called over your shoulder as you strolled out of the training floor to get cleaned up for your date.
“Yes, Ma’am!” Bucky called out to you as you turned in the elevator. Your eyes locked for a brief second, wearing matching grins as the elevator door closed, taking you to your room.
Maybe losing wasn’t such a bad thing. Bucky thought as he saw you smile back at him as the doors closed.
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January wrap up !
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Ear practice I did last week :)
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There you go.
I opened this typing window by accident and was about to delete it again. Then I thought: Fair enough, you have to start somewhere ... and here we are. I’m playing the Sims4 over on Twitch every saturday (and sometimes even on sunday and in between I might even play it without streaming it).
Just a few seconds ago I finished building the cheapest livable house in the Sims4 amd it’s just over 1K (without the darn outdoor bin it would have been even cheaper ... but you gotta do what you gotta do and place those bins 😅).
I will try to edit the video quick and upload it to my YouTube Channel ... so much to do, so little time.
If you’re in luck I will have already uploaded it to the Gallery by the time you read this (look for #GoddessOfSim or #1kGoddess or 1kChallenge). You’re very welcome to play with it or even create your own 💖
Hope you’ll enjoy it ... AND hope to see you on saturday. You’ll get a sneak peek at the house if you like 😎
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754/1000 - Moving right along. Studying some boopable snoots, major and minor planes. Gotta know wtf you’re drawing so you can draw it from your head better later. I’m totally gonna break 1000 before January 10th I know it.
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