Aaaand We're All Caught Up, Have Some Clint And Matt (clatt? Mint?? Idk)

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

A little late in the day but i made it!! (If ur in EST) enjoy some jank!! (Happy late bday jason!!)

Day 1: Jason Todd/Frank Castle (i.e. ‘jank’)

Jason frowns at the mirror in front of him. He stands, shirtless, tracing the myriad of scars littering his body, the largest of which is the neat ‘Y’ denoting exactly where the autopsy was performed when he died.

His face is generally unmarred, with a shirt on he almost looks his age. But the rest of it? Mottled, gnarled lumps of flesh that, on their own, barely even seem human. Shaking his head, he goes to reach for his shirt.

“Mornin’ gorgeous.”

A hand grasps his, and a warm body pushes up against his back. Frank grins at the two of them in the mirror.

“Some pretty badass marks.” He traces the ‘Y’ with slow fingers, winking. “F’r my pretty badass.”

Jason smiles and rolls his eyes.

“Sap.”

Word count: 128 (a little over but any less and id go insane !!!)

Another day another blurb, this time, hanklogan !! I saw a fanart on twitter and have become obsessed 💛 💙

Day 6: Hank McCoy/Logan Howlett

"How much longer?"

Logan blinks in the doorway, leaning in a loose-collared sweatshirt against the jamb as a yawn shakes through him. Hank looks up from his laptop, humming.

"I'm not sure." His expression softens as he takes in Logan's slumped form. "I'll try to be quick."

With a low growl, Logan stalks into the room, slipping between Hank's arms and budging up against his chest. "Too long." He mumbles, nosing into the side of Hank's neck.

Hank chuckles, taking the aggressive affection with good humor and shifting around until the two of them are laid on the couch, his laptop rested against the gentle curve of Logan's back.

"Good?" Hank asks, adjusting his glasses to look down at Logan, who rumbles contentedly.

"Good."

Words: 124

Classes started so I'm more productive, have another character study, this time, matt!! 💼

Day 8: Matt Murdock

The pain is depurative. More than any number of 'hail mary's could be. This is a true penance, action without the self-pity of words. Without the excuses.

Matt takes his punishment as he has earned it, with a bloody smile.

It hurts, of course it hurts. It's supposed to hurt. Each blow tastes sweet, like pennies on a rainy day. Feels jagged and jittery like something close to love. The caress of something bigger than him.

This fight only ends one way—Matt, standing, bloodied over a pile of unconscious thugs—but first, he has to earn it. Spit enough blood on the concrete to pay for what drips down his knuckles.

Words: 110

Little late, but I got it done!! Have some dincobb 🤠 (coming up with pairings is more difficult than I thought LMAO)

Day 5: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth

Din's shoulder aches. He'd applied some emergency bacta once the vertigo had faded, but the pain persists. He stumbles from his speeder and drags his feet as he lurches into town, trying to ignore the searing in his shoulder.

It's late, the roads are empty, but he knows where he's going.

"Hmm. Mando?" Cobb Vanth is radiant in the moonlight, yawning and rumpled in a loose nightshirt. Din nods.

"Can I come in?" His voice is strained, even with the vocoder.

Cobb blinks, pauses, then roves his eyes over Din's armor.

"Course. Need anything?" He asks, eyeing the way Din favors his shoulder as he sidles through the doorway.

"No. Just- just you."

Words: 113

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 :)