brewstersbru

blog where i write lil blurbs and scribbles; check out my ao3 if you’d like: https://archiveofourown.org/users/brewstersbru

[brewstersbru]

100 Followers Celebration 🎉!!!

OMG GUYS!! I just hit 100 followers on here (I honestly can’t fathom that many people wanting to see my insane and erratic fics) and I wanted to do something to celebrate!! And to thank you all for being here and enjoying my work!! So- here’s the plan:

- 100 words for 100 days: For 100 days, I write and post 100 word microfics about different pairings or gen relationships that could either come from y’all (if there’s one you really want to see put it in my askbox and I’ll add it to the list!!) or from whatever I’m hyper fixating on at the moment. Don’t worry, if you’ve already posted in my askbox about certain pairings, I’ve added them already. I think it’ll be a great warmup, as well as a really fun way to keep myself accountable and productive in terms of honing my writing. I hope you’re all as excited as I am about this!!

The 100 days will begin next Monday!! I’m moving this week so gotta delay it a little but TRUST I’m so excited!! 🙏🫡

[brewstersbru]

Little taste of the vibe of my current winterhawk wip—have clint and barney brothers in a western au!! 🤠

Day 27: Clint Barton & Barney Barton

“Jig’s up, eagle eyes. Get the fuck on!”

Barney yelled, flailing in his saddle as he trampled past Clint.

Behind him was a thick cloud of kicked up dust and the ballooning shadows of about six mounted men. Clint cursed and jumped into Lucky’s saddle, whipping the reins and steering him off to bite at Barney’s heels.

“T’hell’d you do this time?”

Clint spat off to the side, lip curling.

“Nothin’. I ain’t ever do nothin’ to ‘em, Clint. You know that.”

Right. Clint sighed.

“Well what’d you do to their shit, then?”

Barney grinned, reached into his saddlebag, and produced a handful of shiny jewelry. A few thousand dollars at least.

“Confiscated it.” He scoffed. “You know as well as I do ain’t none of them boys wearin’ this.”

Clint eyed the jewelry, then chanced a look over his shoulder. Yup. Still an angry mob.

“Don’t suppose we’ll be returning it?” He asked. He already knew the answer.

Barney just laughed.

Words: 162

[brewstersbru]

I’m adding footnotes to this,, i know i know im a freak; spideytorch medieval au 🗡️ 🐎

Day 26: Peter Parker/Johnny Storm

“What sweet image befalls mine eyes? Light upon light I am blinded by it. Please, nymph, grant me the pleasure of your gaze, the music of your voice."

Jonathan Storm of Baxter sat astride his horse, bedecked in the finery fitting of his station. His armor shone in a beam of sunlight and his velvet cloak—embroidered with a tapestry of Apollo and his beloved Daphne*—billowed in a soft gust.

The nymph, boyish in complexion but strong in the shoulders, turned from his weaving.

"There are no nymphs here, sir, only I," He said.

His voice was low and pleasant, gentle, but not meek.

"It cannot be, else my eyes deceive. Tell me, sweet nymph, in your years, has joy** yet found you?"

“I do not seek such frivolous things. My work is enough.”

Jonathan laughed.

“Pleasure is never frivolous. By your leave, I shall demonstrate.”

"You mean—" The nymph flushed.

"You are a fool, sir. Virtue is not so easily bartered."

Jonathan dismounted and drew close. He brushed his fingers softly against the nymph's reddened cheek.

"Bartered? No, never. Nothing could be worthy of that trade."

Words: 186

Footnotes

*: read the myth here, johnny is so apollo dude

**: in medieval troubadour poetry joy is a euphemism for sex/ecstasy, so johnny is being a freakazoid

[brewstersbru]

The kid in this one could really be anyone lmao,,, enjoy!!

Day 25: Frank Castle & Jason Todd

The water was black and foul, lapping like ink against Frank’s high boots. A flood. They knew it was coming, with the heavy, unending rain, but there was nowhere to go. Not fast enough, anyway.

Bloated bodies floated all around, pale and listless as they drifted in the shallow current. It was Frank’s job to get them out of the water and into the ground.

But there were so many. It had been three nonstop days of collecting and carpentry and his workshop was already rancid with the smell of rot. There were not enough good boards left to make caskets for all of them, and the ground wasn’t yet dry enough for any burials.

He hauled a limp, slip of a woman over his shoulder, face set like stone.

“Let her rest.” A sharp voice cut from above.

Frank inclined his head, but couldn’t make out more than a lithe, shifting shape against the stormy gray skyline.

“M’ tryin’,” He said, gruff.

“You let her rest and you don’t touch her.”

The voice was closer, this time. Younger.

Frank sighed.

“Nothin’ untoward, kid. Everyone deserves a grave.”

Words: 188

[brewstersbru]

Let’s see if I can keep this up—some tint(?) clintony(?) for your viewing pleasure 🏹🤖

Day 24: Clint Barton/Tony Stark

TW: dubious consent, sex work

There was a pretty blond thing leaned against the bar, swirling something pink and watery in his glass. Tousled sex-hair, eyes like smoke. Trouble, nicely wrapped.

Tony wanted him as soon as he saw his sullen expression. This was a man in desperate need of a pick me up; lucky those were Tony’s specialty.

“What’s eating you, handsome? Might be something I can help with.”

The man didn’t twitch. He took another slow sip of his drink, staring daggers into the counter.

“Get lost, tiger. I’m too expensive for you.”

Tony’s brows shot up.

“Doubt it.” He laughed. “But, alright, I don’t pay for anything not freely offered.”

Finally, the man looked up. His eyes made a tour around Tony’s most expensive accessories. His Rolex, then the StarkTech prototype glasses, then the Tom Ford piece he’d thrown on last-minute, failing to convince Pepper to let him play hooky.

In a moment, the man’s expression smoothed into a coy smile.

“I see… Well, I’ve got a lot to offer.”

Tony grinned.

“And I’ve got money to burn.”

Words: 176

[brewstersbru]

Yes i know its been actually forever and im evil and dastardly,,, i begin my apology with zosan ⚔️ 👨‍🍳

Day 23: zoro/sanji (one piece)

“Get your filthy moss-hands away from my kitchen knives.”

Sanji spoke without turning, not hesitating in the slightest as he methodically peeled the pile of potatoes in front of him.

Zoro groaned. He wasn’t convinced that the cook could actually see him. It was all smoke and mirrors, his all-seeing kitchen overlord bullshit.

“They’re dull, shithead.” He said, running a finger down one of the blades. It came away unblemished.

“They aren’t. If you need attention you ought to go somewhere else. I’m busy.”

Yeah, Zoro thought. Too busy to take care of your damn knives.

Presently he grabbed the knives, sat down at the dining table and pulled out the whetstone Sanji kept tucked in a side cabinet beside the bar.

Without speaking, he began to sharpen them, slow and thorough, beneath a focused, watchful eye.

Sanji tensed at the first shhing of steel against stone, but by degrees relaxed as it continued.

Finally, once Zoro was done, now wiping his hands and the table, Sanji said, “I told you to get out of here.”

Zoro rolled his eyes.

“You’re welcome.”

Words: 181

[winterhawkbigbang]

WHBB 2025 Weekly Round Up #2

That's a wrap on week two! Here are all the links, in case you missed the great fics and art posted this past week. As always, remember to leave our writers and artists love in the form of comments and reblogs!

August 30

Through the Eyes of the World by @brewstersbru (Chapters 1-7, more chapters forthcoming)

Featuring art by @willrainfall

Featuring art by @scl-ana

Clint Barton—former assassin for hire—finally gets caught. His options are join S.H.I.E.L.D. with his partner in crime, Natasha, or get sent straight to prison for the rest of his life. The choice is not a difficult one. Follow him as he navigates his new life, and eventually crosses paths with the Avengers (feat. Bucky Barnes), a long lost brother, and evil French cat-obsessed masterminds.

September 2

My Neighbor, My Future by @returnofbogmoth

Featuring podfic by @42donotpanic

When Bucky was 19, he landed on the back of a blond who wasn’t Steve, and decided that yeah, he’d found the man he was hoping to marry. Almost 10 years later, Steve is gone, Bucky’s lost sight of where he wants his life to go, and he works in an archery themed coffee shop dealing with grumpy PTA moms he sort of hates. When a new neighbor moves in, Bucky doesn’t think anything of it, until the music starts; shitty, bass heavy pop blaring too loud too early in the morning. Of course the man of his dreams is also the world’s worst neighbor and of course all of his friends are meddling assholes.

September 4

This is where I want to be by @42donotpanic

Featuring podfic by @flowerparrish

Clint's College Roommate is hot. Like, really hot.

The problem is just, he's too shy for his own good. It took weeks until he even started to get comfortable in the small space they were sharing, and even now, he had barely seen the other man without his shell of black jeans, black hoodies and black boots.

Clint can understand it, living with a disability sucks, and living with one as obvious as missing his left arm and leg and needing a cane and prosthetic to walk even more so.

But he just can't stop thinking about what Bucky hides under all those protective layers and how much better life would be if they'd fuck about it.

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All works in progress will be completely posted by the end of the event. You can also check out everything posted for this event in our WHBB 2025 Collection on AO3. Happy reading! See you next week!

[willrainfall]

do not fall for sexy smoking propaganda!

first art for @winterhawkbigbang :D go read the fic by @brewstersbru now!!!!

[brewstersbru]

THE LIGHTING!!! THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE!!! AMAZING BEAUTIFUL LIFE CHANGING <333

[scl-ana]

"Alright, gimme one.”

With a slow crinkling of the eyes, Bucky shakes the pack and holds it out. Clint grabs a cigarette and settles it between his teeth. It’s a familiar feeling, brings a bit of the tension out of his shoulders.

“Hm.” Bucky hums. He ignores Clint’s gesture for the lighter and looks steady into his eyes as he brings his metal arm up to flick the wheel into sparking. For some reason, Clint can’t look away; caught and pinned, like a butterfly on a board.

first piece for @winterhawkbigbang !! this ones for 'through the eyes of the world' by @brewstersbru SO SOOO good pls do check it out 🙏🙏 so awesome to be apart of this project!!

[brewstersbru]

OH THIS IS GORGEOUS !!! Wonderful amazing transformative I LOVEEE <3333

[brewstersbru]

Been a minute, had some thoughts on the new superman !! 🦅 ✈️

Wanted to talk about the pocket dimension as a metaphor for the underworld/the river styx but moreso clark’s dip into the antiproton river and how it parallels the myth of Achilles (whether this was intentional or not)

Clark’s entire body is submerged in antiproton except one part. The whole fight, the entire time he keeps a hand up to hold metamorpho’s child above the ‘water’. Like achilles he is submerged in the river save one vulnerable place. Not the heel, the hand.

Maybe this is reading too deeply into it (something i famously love to do) but the meaning is clear to me. His greatest weakness is not some secret, it’s not something he covers or hides away in order to stay invincible. Clark’s biggest vulnerability is and always will be his open palm. The way he offers it up to anyone and everyone who needs help, no matter what.

Lex uses this fact against him repeatedly, harming civilians (or causing the potential for harm) in order to draw him out. Burning him, spitting on how he always reaches out. And yet clark keeps reaching. Keeps letting himself get spit on and burnt for the mere chance that he could help. Every day something punishes him for that vulnerable open palm, and every day he chooses to offer it up again.

That’s what makes him a hero, that’s what makes him super. A civilian, his friend, is killed in front of him. But he doesn’t turn that grief into rage, he doesn’t kill Luthor. Doesn’t let himself become cruel.

Instead, he helps. He accepts what he cannot change and fixes what he can. In being so painfully human—in choosing, over and over again to bare his most vulnerable aspects to the world—he escapes the tragedy of the myth. He lives, and Lex loses.

God i love clark kent

[brewstersbru]

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.”

Words: 181

[brewstersbru]

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

[brewstersbru]

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 :)

🫶🫶🫶

[brewstersbru]

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

[brewstersbru]

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.”

Words: 174

[brewstersbru]

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

[brewstersbru]

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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