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Happy valentine’s i am a little schwasted :)

Day 22: Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes

Thwip. Thwip. Thwip.

Clint is having the time of his life playing cupid, ferrying messages forged in his friends’ hands.

My heart may be iron, but it’ll melt for you.

In Tony’s handwriting, lodged just beside Cap’s ear.

I want YOU to be mine.

In Cap’s looping script, in the middle of Tony’s desk, piercing through several blueprints.

Let’s smash!!

In Banner’s chickenscratch, lodging in one of the loops of Thor’s chainmail.

And You are the one Thor me. In carefully copied Asguardian runes, which Banner will have a ball decoding.

He’s only a little out of breath when he settles on the roof of the tower, satisfied with the day’s work. It’s not easy, making perfect matches.

Just as he’s unslinging his bow, an arrow whizzes by his head, and by reflex, he catches it.

Be mine? The paper attached reads, in a script he can’t parse. Clint’s head swivels, looking for the culprit.

Bucky emerges from the shadows, grinning sheepishly. He holds a single red rose out for Clint to take.

“Sorry, not used to using one of those.”

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More MR stuff,,, be prepared for a while of this,,, there’s just so many juicy dynamics (for now: warloki !!)

Day 21: Adam Warlock/Loki Laufeyson

It’s a mite disingenuous, Loki thinks, that The Perfect Human is able to be injured. Not really “perfect” then, is he?

There’s a commotion to his left, and when he looks over, Adam is struggling against Psylocke’s double as she darts around, slashing deep gashes into his golden skin.

Loki sighs.

With a flick of the wrist, he appears next to Adam and drops a rune down, which quickly works to remedy the worst of the damage.

Adam, rejuvenated, makes quick work of the not-Psylocke, then smiles.

“Thank you, my friend.” He says. He’s very. Shiny. Up close. Loki waves him off.

“Well, I can’t heal these imbeciles on my own, can I?”

Adam leans up, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “You could. But now you do not have to.”

He leaves, then, striding powerfully to stand next to where Loki had left his clone, slinging shimmering magic and bathed in a golden light. Loki presses a finger against his cheek.

This is going to be a problem.

Words: 170

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I just wanted to say I really like your 100 words 100 days concept and I wanted to say don’t worry about not posting everyday… you can still get 100 days without them being back to back. Happy writing :)

Hey thanks so much!!! I figured at the end of it it would only be 10,000 words total which is so doable :) but then I started writing and I was like oh shit 10,000 words of 100 different scenes/scenarios 😭 it’s pretty fun though, especially to explore characters that I don’t really have a grasp of yet so I’d def recommend !!

But yeah back to back is a little insane, so I’ll def be taking this advice and just posting when I can :)

🫶🫶🫶

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Still trying to get that Adam skin on rivals so,, have some strangenamor !!

Day 20: Stephen Strange/Namor

"You're being childish." Stephen sighs. "Let me see."

Namor jerks away from his outstretched hand, hissing as he slips into Stephen's claw-footed bathtub.

"Get away from me, you brute." He grits. "Go fuss over your new lady-love."

Brute? That's a bit much. Stephen rolls the sleeves of his undershirt to his elbows, huffing. Of course he's still pouting about that.

"I told you, Dagger needed my help." He kneels next to the tub, dipping a cloth into the water and dabbing at a nasty cut on Namor's cheek. Namor glares.

"As did I! You made a choice, Stephen."

The water works to knit his flesh together quickly, bruises fading in a matter of minutes.

"You have a bubble of invulnerability, my love." Stephen reasons. "I trusted you to take care of yourself and you did."

It's a valiant, but futile effort that Namor makes, to maintain his anger. But eventually he relents.

He leans up to press a deep kiss to Stephen's lips. "Do that again and I'll castrate you myself."

Stephen chuckles, tipping their foreheads together.

"No. You're far too fond of me for that."

Words: 186

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Been on a marvel kick (marvel rivals rocks !!) so have some winterhawk!!

Day 19: Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes

“We’re kind of like two halves of a whole, if you think about it.”

Bucky is trying very, very hard not to turn around and smack Clint for pasting hello kitty stickers on his arm. It’s like he thinks he can’t feel it.

“How’s that?” Bucky asks. He and Alpine are busy right now. Napping. But, well, Clint can’t ever not be the center of attention. Alpine nudges her nose into his neck. Bucky kisses her head. For a moment, he can almost forget the way Keroppi is bleeding adhesive into sensitive metal joints.

“My ears, your arm…” Clint trails off. Bucky cracks an eye open to give him a look.

“You crazy? In what world are two ears and one arm a whole anything?”

Clint pouts. He reaches up and sticks a blue bow to Bucky’s nose.

“Shut up. I’m trying to be romantic!”

Bucky sighs, but can’t fight the smile creeping onto his lips. He reaches up and pulls Clint in, careful of Alpine’s curled form.

“Let’s leave the poetry to Thor.”

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Back on the 100 words 100 days bs!! Im exciteddd!!! Have some soft sambucky 🦾🦅

Day 18: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

“What’s it like, flying?” Bucky asks, he’s chewing slowly on some ration jerky while they wait for extraction.

It’s a cold, hellish place they’re in, the kind that wreaks havoc on his arm. Another Hydra cell crushed beneath his fist—and Sam’s steel-toed boots. You’d think, after decades, they’d’ve given up on the mountains. Evidently not.

He’s trying to keep his head on straight, though. Hence, the questions.

Sam shrugs, he keeps glancing at the sky, like looking at it will make the S.H.I.E.L.D. copter show up faster.

“It’s a little like falling. Ground swept up beneath you and suddenly you’re in open air.”

He always looks dynamite in his suit. Like a leading man ripped straight from a comic book, muscles highlighted by the sleek fibre metal, cheekbones framed by the headpiece.

Bucky coughs.

“I know that feeling.”

Words: 138

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Jayvik I wrote after finishing s2, I wanted to give my take on their disabilities and also how they love each other so softly,,, enjoy!!

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Ok I know I’ve been MIA but I’m about to plug all the ff I’ve published since I last posted here :) also toying with restarting the 100 days since I finished grad apps !! Here’s a sonic piece I wrote after seeing the movie, Shadow my baby 🥺

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Guys…. Bad news…. School has started and I am veritably DROWNING in work bc as always I have bitten off more than I can chew. SO I’m going to put the 100 days on pause for now and update when/if I can from now to January (when grad school apps are due) and THEN when I hopefully have more time I’ll be able to start again. IM SO SORRY FOR EVERYONE WHO WAS ENJOYING I WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN,,,, in the meantime if there’s anything you wanna see feel free to use my askbox :)

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And today I’ve decided to write something incredibly obscure that i dont think anyone cares abt but me 😭 typical

Day 17: Officer Patrick Dooley & Detective Francis McQueen

“Officer Dooley, if you could get your feet off my desk…?”

Dooley rolls his eyes. Ever since the promotion McQueen’s been all sorts of stuck up, about everything.

“No can do, my friend. I’m here on official business.”

McQueen raises an eyebrow. “Official precinct business?”

Dooley shakes his head, grinning.

“Official Dooley business. You’ve been cooped up in here for DAYS. Buzz gave me the sniffs so I can’t know for sure, but I’d bet real money that you smell.”

“I don’t smell!” McQueen splutters.

Dooley shrugs. “Can’t prove it. C’mon, it’s family dinner and Patricia’s making mac n’ cheese.”

“Didn’t you just say Buzz gave you the sniffles?” McQueen asks, incredulously.

“Yeah but you’ll be fine. It’s a strain that only affects Dooleys.”

“That’s not how that works.”

Dooley stares him down, switching tactics, until McQueen sighs and powers down his computer.

“Fine.”

Words: 146

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Getting a jump on today cuz i have work- decided to do another character study! Link this time :)

Day 16: Link (Legend of Zelda)

There is a toll that heroism takes. No good act stays unpunished. Every life Link takes, no matter how evil, is a strike, and the tallies build.

He can't not do as he is destined, but sometimes, when he's alone, mopping his own blood from his skin, he wishes he didn't have to. Surely, this cannot be all there is.

Is it so wrong to want peace? To hope, each time a blade makes it past his armor, that it will be the last? He has done nothing but fight and bleed and kill for his people. For Zelda.

When is it enough?

Words: 103

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I'm back on it, decided to do smth diff, have some murderbot!!

Day 15: SecUnit | Murderbot & Asshole Research Transport | ART

It happens sometimes. Things get loud. Too loud. I can't think or focus or do any-fucking-thing but watch as my performance reliability drops. Fast.

Usually, I'm able to slip away and Deal With It. This time is no different. Ratti gives me an odd look, but doesn't push. He's considerate like that.

I'm able to get back to my room, slide to the floor and push my head between my legs before ART says anything. I'd forgotten it was watching, which is absolutely idiotic because it's always watching.

There's a light pressure against my feed. When I don't immediately buck against it, it grows. Spreads and presses down like a weighted blanket. Some complicated twist of emotions shudders through me, though I don't have the want or bandwidth to parse it.

Thanks. I send out.

Art pings me back. Stupid.

Then, after a second,

Always.

Words: 145

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Aaaand we're all caught up, have some clint and matt (clatt? mint?? idk)

Day 14: Clint Barton/Matt Murdock

"Good morning."

Clint's footsteps are light, but not inaudible as he pads into the kitchen, where Matt's going over a deposition. He doesn't respond; long enough for Matt to suspect he'd forgotten to put his ears on again.

The next time he sidles past--the soft shuffling of powder into paper implies that he's going about his morning cuppa--Matt lets one of his hands reach out and settle against his side. Clint stops, then shuffles a bit to face him.

Matt slides the hand up until it rests at the side of his neck, just under his ear. He tilts his head.

It takes a moment for Clint to understand, still groggy with sleep, but after a few seconds, he curses.

"Fuck! Sorry babe," There's a click, then the low hum of machinery, "did you say something?"

Matt laughs, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Good morning, Clint."

Words: 147

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Makeup post #2, have some scogan with feral logan :)

Day 13: Scott Summers/Logan Howlett

"Settle." Scott's voice is low, but powerful as he approaches a twitchy Logan.

No one is sure what happened, just that one minute he had been rolling his eyes at Scott's lecture about going off on his own, and the next, he was bristling, baring his fangs and pulling back to hide in the ruins of the building they'd just evacuated.

Logan growls at him and snaps his teeth, twice. Scott ignores the threat and shoots a hand out to grasp at the back of his neck, like scruffing a kitten. This doesn't happen often, not nearly so much recently, but over time Scott's learned it's best to swiftly assert dominance when Logan's like this. Otherwise he doesn't know what to do with himself, and that can be dangerous.

As expected, Logan's shoulders slump immediately, a low baying whine escapes from his clenched teeth.

Scott presses his thumb further into the base of his neck. Finally, Logan quiets.

"Good. Let's go."

It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it.

Words: 171

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IM SORRY FOR MISSING SEVERAL DAYS AGAIN i have so much more going on than i thot... have some bakuiida (platonic or romantic u choose) and be on the lookout for catch-up posts

Day 12: Bakugo Katsuki &/ Iida Tenya

There is a stabbing pain radiating from Katsuki's chest. He hunches over himself and breathes deep, trying to push it down. Trying to wait it out.

Thank God it hadn't happened during training, but the locker room isn't much better. The rest of the boys bustle around him, allowing him his space as he fights to get ahold of himself.

He holds his body very, very still.

"Bakugo, are you alright?" It's a long time before Iida's voice cuts through the pain. Katsuki nods jerkily. Talking would only make it worse. Iida hums.

"It's your heart again, isn't it? Here, let's sit down."

Gentle hands steer Katsuki to one of the benches, then rest, warm, against the mess of scar tissue that is his sternum.

"Deep breaths, in, out. That's good. Keep going."

After a few minutes, Katsuki is able to speak again.

"Thanks."

Words: 144

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Surprise surprise its another deadclaw day,,,, i cant escape the brainrot,, enjoy!! ❤️💛

Day 11: Wade Wilson/ Logan | Worst Wolverine

“You done with that?” Logan asks, eyeing the cigarette dangling from Wade’s lips. There’s something in his eyes, like a cougar at a frat party. Wade raises an eyebrow.

“Why? You want some?” He teases, leaning close to blow smoke in Logan’s face. Logan’s eyes flutter for a second before he gets a handle on himself.

He turns, grunting. “Nah.” Tsundere.

“Okay… Guess I’ll just throw this butt on the ground then. All alone.”

He looks directly at Logan as he speaks, voice lilting in faux despair. He dangles the cigarette over the ground, lets it swing once, twice.

“Fuck. Put it out on me.”

Logan blurts, eyes tracking it like a cat with string. Now isn’t that interesting. But Wade doesn’t ask, just smiles, steps forward, and presses the burning embers against Logan’s neck. Logan shudders.

“See, peanut? All you have to do is ask.”

Words: 146

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Another day another 100ish words: this time first gen microfic, platonic baku&shin !! 🧡💜

Day 10: Bakugou Katsuki & Shinsou Hitoshi

Shinsou is falling asleep. In class.

It’s distracting as hell, not to mention entirely disrespectful to the lecture Aizawa prepared for today. Given, it is a lecture about lesser-known loopholes in law that hardly ever come up, but still.

He worked his ass off to be here. He should be paying attention.

Katsuki tears off the corner of a page in his notebook, balls it up, and throws it at him. Nailing it right on his big fat forehead.

Stifling a smile, he turns back to the front just as the other boy stirs, straightening languidly.

Katsuki can feel his glare, and when he turns enough to see his face he mouths.

“You’re an asshole.”

Katsuki shrugs and simply points to the board.

Not like he’s wrong.

Words: 127