All Jokes Aside, The Cats A Good Thing. Clint Has Some Self-respect Left And Refuses To Pine After Acat

All jokes aside, the cat’s a good thing. Clint has some self-respect left and refuses to pine after a cat guy. “Are you actually being serious right now?” Nat elbows him in the gut as Clint stares at Bucky’s bleeding face, whimpering a little when he just spits out some blood and, with a scowl, waves off the medic who dares to approach him. “Why is this so hot?” Clint fans himself with his own t-shirt, stretching the cotton with each drag, and pines with the intensity and urgency of at least a hundred dying phone batteries.

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Clint has a type. And his type is assholes.

Yeah, I normally don't jump on this train, but it high-key discourages me too.

If someone is not sure if they should comment, a smiley face or a thank you is all it takes for the writer to feel like they are not spending hours/days writing something they are tossing into a silent void.

Every comment, regardless of how short, matters so much.

Ask anyone who has posted if they are obsessively checking for feedback or for any type of affirmation for the first few days. Bet the answer is Yes.

Not to mention the fact that a few days later it's pretty much hopeless. Feels bad, man.

I could kiss every person who ever commented for me. Kisses for everyone.

This is why writers abandon stories. It’s not that we don’t love them, it’s because we don’t want to love them alone.

Day 8: Peter/Tony - Spanking

Tony’s earned a little indulgence. Maybe a lot. Especially when Peter’s practically offering himself up, two seconds away from “I’m stuck, fuck me loose.” Oh lord, have mercy— Or don’t. Tony presses his shoe against Peter’s back pocket, the sole staying there a little longer than necessary. Just… attracting his attention. No, let’s not call it that. That’s what Tony would’ve called it back when he lived in denial-land, pretending he had enough fucks left to spare. The sole stays there because Tony likes the way it looks—his foot on that ass.

Tony doesn’t dwell too much on how he came back. What’s the point? Or even on how he certainly came back wrong, as if showing up nearly a decade younger and sporting a black eye wasn’t a dead—ha—giveaway.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 5.4k Bingo fills and cards under the fold

Peter Parker Bingo: SWF G4 - Vacation @pparkerbingo Peter Parker Bingo: NSWF O1 - Foreplay @pparkerbingo

Day 10: Bucky/Tony - Sadism

Bucky can always tell in advance. Knows that look better than he knows the weight of a gun when the clip’s running low. It’s the one Steve gets right before he busts out the shield and charges headfirst into someone else’s personal shit like it’s a Hydra base.

Rating: Mature Wordcount: 1.6k

Day 5: Bucky/Tony - Knife Play

It’s not actually about that move. You know the one. The knife flip. One day Tony wakes up, and this particular resident super-soldier is less that and more… just a grumpy asshole with a decent sense of humor who leaves the toilet seat up and flat Coke all over the place. Tony’s got a compound full of those. And most of them have plenty of kick-ass moves. So, yes, Tony doesn’t exactly forget about that specific move—as if he ever could—but it doesn’t bother him either. By then, he also doesn’t expect it will ever—ever—be used on him.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 7.4k

Day 4: Tony/Peter - Phone Sex

Five hours. Not four. Not three. Not two. But five hours. Five hours since Tony kissed him. Him. Peter Parker. On purpose. Five hours since their eyes locked over the new prototype of Redwing—Peter looking away first and swallowing hard, shuffling back to grab some not-needed pack of snacks—Tony muttering, “Ah, screw it,” and— And it was— Five whole hours since the kiss. The kiss that single-handedly rewired Peter’s entire brain, rattling him so much that, shocker, he—also single-handedly—blew their most ill-timed mission. Not only did he fail to catch the yappy wizard flying through the city they’d been called in for, but he also somehow managed to huff a lungful of glittery, mystical bullshit.

Wordcount: 4.8k Rating: Explicit