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I need an MRI before my neurosurgeon or orthopedic can do anything to help me… Holly Brewer needs your support for Help Secure MRI for Life-
If yall can please, please share. I am desperate for this MRI. I am desperate to get the help I need so I can at least know why I am losing feeling in my legs and falling apart.
I know times are hard but if you could at least share the link, that be great.
This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: [#FFF243 Glitter and Blues] as well as my @thehawkeyesbingo square C3 - "I've never been so humiliated in my life."
Fandom: MCU/Marvel
Pairing: Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes
Rating: General
Tags: Avenger Tower, Avengers as Family, Mistake, Hurt Feelings
Summary: When a live-streamed demonstration goes wrong, Clint has to reassure Bucky things aren’t as bad as they seem.
"I've never been so humiliated in my life." Bucky groaned, shaking his head vigorously to send a shower of shiny particles flying every which way. “No one’s ever going to take me seriously again.”
“I said I was sorry!” Clint apologized, backing slowly away. “I swear that was supposed to be a grappling arrow!” It had been Kate’s idea to live-stream an Avengers training session, which meant that instead of seeing a demonstration of how to use a line to scale the side of a building, thousands of people watched as a blast of rainbow sparkles covered the former Hydra’s Fist head to toe.
“Now you’re the Glitter Soldier!” Yelena crowed, nearly bent double with laughter. “So much for fading into the shadows!”
Bucky muttered something in Russian that Clint was thankful most of their audience wouldn’t understand before stalking out the door. Clint bit back a curse of his own. “Okay you two - your turn. Give our audience their money’s worth.” Kate started to explain that the livestream was free, but Clint was already out the door in search of his boyfriend.
Bucky wouldn't be that hard to find; after all, he was leaving a twinkling trail behind him. The fleet of cleaning ‘bots in residence at the Tower were going to have their work cut out for them.
Clint finally tracked Bucky down to one of their favorite hideouts - the ledge behind the giant Avengers symbol that shone out across the city. He sat down beside Bucky who was staring out at the skyline. “Sweetheart?”
“Go ‘way,” Bucky mumbled in reply, “before you get covered in these damn sparkles, too.”
“Would it help if I said the glitter is water soluble? Kate’s very eco-conscious.” That got a snort in reply, which Clint took as a good sign. “I’m sorry I screwed up and embarrassed you.”
“Not your fault. Well, mostly not. It’s just…” Bucky sighed heavily. “I’ve spent so long being seen as a villain. I was hoping these videos would let people see who I really am. How I’m trying to make up for all the terrible things I did. And instead, I looked like a fool.”
“Welcome to my world,” Clint replied. “Remember the photos of me climbing out of a dumpster? And all the memes they generated?”
“Yeah - Natasha sent me a couple - still got them saved on my phone. What’s your point?”
“That we’re not perfect. Not any of us. Ask Tony about the birthday party where he and Rhodes trashed his mansion. Then there’s the cringe-worthy Captain America PSAs and Darcy’s stories about Thor’s first few days on Earth.” Clint paused for a moment. “But when push comes to shove, everyone knows that we’ll step up and be the heroes the world needs. And you’ll be right there with us.”
Bucky nodded thoughtfully. “You go around giving everyone pep talks like this?”
“Only people I care about.” Clint leaned over and pressed a kiss against Bucky’s glitter-sprinkled cheek.
Made a moodboard inspired by @monthly-challenge prompt — Bows. You can see it on Ao3 here too!
Credits to: Hawkeye: Go West comic, by Kelly Thompson, Stefano Caselli, Stefano Raffaele & Leonardo Romero (images) & Canva (template)
Fandom: Hawkeye (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Pairing: Clint Barton & Kate Bishop
Tags: Co-workers, Collage
Summary: A moodboard made by endlesstwanted (and Kate - Hawkeye!)
Also created for: @fandom-free-bingo | Bow and Arrow / @thehawkeyesbingo | this image prompt (Hawkeye in The Avengers’ movie) / @multifandom-flash, R2 #2004 | Hero-Worshipper + So Cool, It’s Awesome + NY’s Resolutions | Chill Out / @seasonaldelightsbingo, Winter Wonderland | “I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn.” + Unsteady || X Ambassadors
This is a fill for today's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF240 Broken Moonlight] as well as my @thehawkeyesbingo A1 - Werewolf AU square. It's also a POV-swap remix of A Hairy Situation.
Fandom: MCU/Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/ Clint Barton
Rating: General
Tags: No Powers AU, Werewolf AU, werewolf!Bucky, hookup to dating,
Summary: Bucky was surprised to find himself in a former hookup’s bed after having wolfed out; but maybe he shouldn’t have been.
Word Count: 811
Bucky ached all over, his head was pounding like crazy and he’d swear his tongue was covered in fur … unlike the rest of him, which no longer was.
While none of this was unexpected, waking up in bed - instead of a filthy alley or under a tree in Prospect Park - was very much out of the ordinary. Even more so the fact that it was someone else’s bed, and very much still occupied by said someone.
The last thing Bucky remembered was staring up at the moon, its light broken up by bands of clouds, but its power over him still very much in effect. He’d been out for vengeance - and from what he could vaguely recall, he’d more than settled that score.
It still didn’t explain what he was doing here, in bed next to a man who was not only still breathing; in fact, he was snoring slightly, and smelled vaguely familiar on top of everything. One more impossible thing to believe before breakfast, Bucky supposed.
He opened his eyes to see the back of a dark, sandy blond head; no help there. “Huh? Wh’re ‘m I?” Bucky managed to mumble around slightly too-large teeth; apparently spoken words were still a bit of a challenge.
The man rolled over, stared at him for a shocked moment and blurted out “James?!”
“Clint?! Oh my god, did I…?” Bucky was equally shocked to discover he’d somehow ended up in the apartment of a former hookup. A hookup that maybe he’d managed to fall a little bit for, too. He went to sit up and a sharp stabbing pain in his side made him hiss; he pressed his hand to his side to discover a couple of loops of elastic wrap wrapped loosely around his torso.
Break into my apartment while you were all wolfed out? Yeah. But you obviously didn’t tear me limb from limb, so that’s a win.” Clint flashed him what was probably meant to be a reassuring smile, but Bucky was still too busy trying to process what had happened.
He looked down at his side to see a knife wound every bit of five inches long; its inflamed edges proof that silver had been involved, but clearly it had been cleaned and bandaged. “You let a werewolf into your home,” he asked in disbelief, poking at the elastic wrap, “and then … gave it first aid?”
“You snuck in through the window and scared the hell out of me at first, but then I saw you were hurt.” Clint shrugged. “For what it’s worth, you were a pretty good patient. What do you remember about last night?”
Bucky gave a guarded explanation, finding Clint’s reaction to the mention of Wanda somehow encouraging. Maybe he had more of a chance with him than he’d thought. When Clint asked why he’d come here, Bucky danced around the question, focusing on what had happened to his victim.
But Clint wasn’t that easily put off, and when he asked again why Bucky had come to his apartment after the fight, he decided honesty was the best policy. I … uh … guess part of me thought this would be a safe place. That I could … trust you.”
Even though I never heard back from you after our little hookup?” Clint’s response was a little sharp, and entirely earned.
“That was kind of shitty of me, wasn’t it?” Bucky admitted. “But it’s not like I can let anyone get close, not with being what I am.”
When Clint assured him that his secret was safe, Bucky’s heart skipped a beat; after thanking him, he nearly kissed Clint, but was afraid of pushing too far, too fast. Sure, they’d fooled around, but that was a one night stand kind of thing. What Bucky truly wanted was so much more.
As if he hadn’t intruded on Clint’s life too much already, Bucky shamefacedly asked if he could borrow something to wear home. One drawback of being a shifter was the whole clothing - and lack thereof - situation.
Once he was dressed, Bucky had one more request. “I hate to ask you for anything else, but I am dying for a cup of coffee.”
“Unfortunately, I’m all out.” Clint replied, “but there’s a pretty good diner about a block away from here. How about we head over there together? My treat.”
“That kind of sounds like a date.” Bucky said before he could think better of it.
“Because it kind of is.”
Bucky couldn’t leave well enough alone - he had to know for sure that Clint was on board with everything that he was. “Even with the whole ‘wolfing out’ thing?”
“Call me crazy,” Clint replied with a grin, “but yeah.”
Bucky couldn’t help but break out into a relieved grin in return. “Huh. In that case, call me Bucky. All my friends do.”
Hi, I got my original card a while ago and requested a few prompt changes a few days later, but haven't heard back yet. I guess the request got lost somewhere in the depth of the internet. Is there still a way to exchange the prompts?
Hey, friend sorry for not responding but can you message me? I don't see the exchange on the google drive.
Hello! My grandparents recently gave me a ton of fibercraft stuff, patterns etc. I was wondering if you had any good ideas of where to upload them online? Most of them are from the 70s so they're technically not public domain but they're also wayyy out of print and I want them to be accessible to more than just me, yknow?
Thanks!!
Sharing vintage patterns online
Sounds like quite the collection! It's kind of you to want to share your patterns with the world.
If they're not officially in the public domain yet, double-check what their publishers are like when it comes to legal action before you put them online. There's a good chance they won't care, but you never know.
The only official instance I can think of right away is the Commercial Pattern Archive, but I'm not sure how their donation system works. There's also Archive.org, although I'm unclear on their stance on singular sewing patterns. The folks at your local library might have some good ideas, too.
You could always start a blog to share patterns, too!
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 11/13
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster/Thor, James “Bucky” Barnes & Clint Barton
Characters: Darcy Lewis, James “Bucky” Barnes, Jane Foster (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery, Baker Bucky Barnes, Happy Eater Darcy, Jane is a grimy science gremlin, Thor is her secretly smart himbo boyfriend, Fluff and Humor, Dessert & Sweets, you might say there is…, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I’ll show myself out, First Dates, First Kiss, Dating, Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis Friendship, Human Disaster Clint Barton, No plot just fluff, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, but they are all fluffy, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Background Jane/Thor, as backgroud as they can be when they are actively snogging onscreen at least once, Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton Friendship, Feelings Realization, yes i made myself hungry as i wrote this, i’ve been craving cake all year because of this fic, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Flirting, just so much flirting, absolutely plotless nonsense
Summary:
Bucky runs a bakery and tries to keep his disaster best friend from eating him out of business. Darcy loves baked goods and tries to keep her science gremlin bestie out of shenanigans. It’s a match made in heaven, so just add a dash of fluff and a dollop of humor, mix until the plot is thin on the ground, and bake until cute. Serve with a generous portion of frosting, and don’t forget to kiss the cook on your way out.
Chapter 11: Drunk Dialing and Doughnuts
Summary: Darcy and Jane get tipsy, Bucky makes doughnuts, and Clint knows a little too much about Jane’s sex life.
Notes: For my @buckybarnesbingo square U2 – confessions under the influence, @mfbingo O5 – last night, @thehawkeyesbingo free square, and @anyfandomfluffbingo O4 – drinking buddies!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 9/13
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster/Thor, James “Bucky” Barnes & Clint Barton
Characters: Darcy Lewis, James “Bucky” Barnes, Jane Foster (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery, Baker Bucky Barnes, Happy Eater Darcy, Jane is a grimy science gremlin, Thor is her secretly smart himbo boyfriend, Fluff and Humor, Dessert & Sweets, you might say there is…, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I’ll show myself out, First Dates, First Kiss, Dating, Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis Friendship, Human Disaster Clint Barton, No plot just fluff, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, but they are all fluffy, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Background Jane/Thor, as backgroud as they can be when they are actively snogging onscreen at least once, Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton Friendship, Feelings Realization, yes i made myself hungry as i wrote this, i’ve been craving cake all year because of this fic, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Flirting, just so much flirting, absolutely plotless nonsense
Summary:
Bucky runs a bakery and tries to keep his disaster best friend from eating him out of business. Darcy loves baked goods and tries to keep her science gremlin bestie out of shenanigans. It’s a match made in heaven, so just add a dash of fluff and a dollop of humor, mix until the plot is thin on the ground, and bake until cute. Serve with a generous portion of frosting, and don’t forget to kiss the cook on your way out.
Chapter 9: A Compote Murder
Summary: Clint wreaks havoc in Bucky’s kitchen, and Darcy helps to conquer a very large block of chocolate.
Notes: For my @buckybarnesbingo square Y5 - lending a hand, @mfbingo I2 – quirky, @marvelrarepairbingo G1 – “Well this is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into”, and @thehawkeyesbingo left middle – Bucky Barnes!
Summary: In the middle of the night you wait to meet your contact for the upcoming mission. He's not quite what you expected.
Gender: Neutral
Rating: Gen/Teen
Tags: SHIELD!Reader, first meetings, spies, eventual colleagues to lovers
Words: 1.1k
Note: The first part in a mini series. It will be updated... at some point.
@thehawkeyesbingo prompt: "Quick catch that flamingo, it stole my wallet"
The seat in the booth behind you creaked. You glanced to your left, attempting to steal a look at the man – you assumed, from the light smell of aftershave. However, a server stood directly in front of the mirrored surface where you could have caught a glimpse. You expected her to move any moment but she didn’t; apparently, flirting with the line cook was much more important than serving truck drivers cold, drip coffee.
Slowly, you reached into your jacket, fingers curling around the handle of your pistol. The last thing you wanted was to whip out a gun in the middle of the shitty motorway diner but it was better to be safe than sorry. Should things turn sour, the nearest exit was less than five steps away and your secondary escape remained unblocked.
You stiffened as the man moved, lazily stretching his arm across the thin surface that separated your booths. He twisted his head, not quite enough to bring him into your peripheral but close enough to your ear to whisper, “Catch that flamingo.”
The grip on your gun loosened. “It stole my wallet,” you responded quietly. If the situation weren’t so dire, you’d be suppressing an eye-roll about now. Whoever came up with these ridiculous countersigns had issues.
Without another word, he dropped a folded note into your open bag which you then gathered casually along with your coat. Leaving a few notes on the table, you walked out to the car park without looking up from the ground. It was only as you sat in your car, fastening your seatbelt, that you finally caught a look at the man you were to partner with through the diner window.
It was difficult to make out details from this angle, not helped by the reflection of the neon sign on the glass, but you saw enough to know who you’d be looking for later. Short blond hair, broad frame. Otherwise unremarkable. Just what you’d expect from a spy.
You unfolded the paper he’d given and frowned.
A New York pizza menu?
You were used to cryptic clues from both your sources and your superiors but even by those standards this seemed left field. Were you supposed to call the proprietor and ask for mighty meat? Perhaps it was a front for the New York branch of SHIELD, a way for agents in the field to get the information they needed. But what good would that do you half way across the world?
You looked at the leaflet again, this time giving it more than a confused cursory glance, and there you saw it. Scribbled in the bottom corner, a telephone number with a distinctly local calling code. A quick search returned the name and address of a crappy hotel about half an hour away.
It was probably a bit paranoid to assume you were being followed but you checked for a tail nonetheless before heading towards the hotel. The guy on the desk was half asleep when you arrived, a victim of perpetually unlucky scheduling judging by the dark bags under his eyes. He didn’t bother to check your fake ID, instead simply handing over a preprepared room key and pointing vaguely up the stairs.
The overhead lights were too bright for this time of night so you only switched on the bedside lamp. Perched on the edge of the bed, in the relative darkness, you pulled the case folder from your duffle bag and skimmed through the files once more. Halfway down the page, you heard a gentle knock.
You peered through the viewer and saw a blond man. Or, rather, a very intense close up of his nose and an eye. “I caught the flamingo.”
Clearly more tired than you thought, your mind blanked entirely on the correct response. It didn’t matter, though, you rationed, since he had already come to your door. Flicking the lock, you opened the door wide enough for him to step through before locking it again. Gesturing towards the beds, you said, “How does that one go?”
“Huh?”
“The countersign. I caught the flamingo…”
“He’s a slippery bastard.” He flopped onto the bed and dragged a large palm down his face. With a sigh that seemed to come from deep inside his bones, he said, “I don’t know. It’s not a real sign. I’m too tired to think. Just needed you to open the door. What time is it?”
“About two thirty.”
“Right.” The man sat suddenly, like someone had yanked on a puppet string and pulled him upright. “Well. It’s nice to meet you and all but I’ve gotta make some calls and get everything ready for tomorrow. You’ve got the files?”
You nodded towards the brown folder that you’d been reading before he interrupted.
“Great. I’ll brief you in the morning.”
He looked up and suddenly seemed to see you for the first time. Not fast enough to hide the interest that flickered across his gaze, he instead leaned into it. You’d have shrunk under such over attention from any other agent, especially one you’d just met, but there was something about him, something magnetic. The bedside lamp cast a warm light over his face, highlighting both the sharp features and the softness in his smile.
Resting back on his hands, you couldn’t help but mirror his appreciation. The bedside lamp worked doubly hard to emphasise the thickness and strength of his muscles. The midnight chill had set in but he hardly seemed bothered; with no jacket to hide beneath, you were given a full view of the tight pull of his shirt across his chest and the prominent veins along his arms. You doubted if you’d be able to wrap your hand around the muscles, so large were they.
He unashamedly let his gaze drop to your lips, your neck, your chest, before dragging his attention slowly back up to your eyes. “I’m Clint, by the way.”
You gave your name in return and felt your stomach twist when he smiled back. Forcing some semblance of professionalism into the ever shrinking space between you, you stretched out a hand and tried not to shiver at the sparks which danced across your skin when he shook it.
Slowly pulling it back, pretending that his simple touch hadn’t set your nerves on fire, you said, “I look forward to working with you, Clint.”
“Get some rest,” he said softly, finally pushing up off the bed and heading towards the door. “I’m in one-oh-six if you need me.”
There was an invitation there, in the inflection, the up tick of his grin, you were certain. Not tonight, you cautioned yourself. Maybe after the mission was over. Yeah. If he still looked at you the same way after this was done, after he learned what you really were, then you’d accept the invitation. Not a moment sooner, though.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 6/13
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster/Thor, James “Bucky” Barnes & Clint Barton
Characters: Darcy Lewis, James “Bucky” Barnes, Jane Foster (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery, Baker Bucky Barnes, Happy Eater Darcy, Jane is a grimy science gremlin, Thor is her secretly smart himbo boyfriend, Fluff and Humor, Dessert & Sweets, you might say there is…, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I’ll show myself out, First Dates, First Kiss, Dating, Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis Friendship, Human Disaster Clint Barton, No plot just fluff, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, but they are all fluffy, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Background Jane/Thor, as backgroud as they can be when they are actively snogging onscreen at least once, Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton Friendship, Feelings Realization, yes i made myself hungry as i wrote this, i’ve been craving cake all year because of this fic, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Flirting
Summary:
Bucky runs a bakery and tries to keep his disaster best friend from eating him out of business. Darcy loves baked goods and tries to keep her science gremlin bestie out of shenanigans. It’s a match made in heaven, so just add a dash of fluff and a dollop of humor, mix until the plot is thin on the ground, and bake until cute. Serve with a generous portion of frosting, and don’t forget to kiss the cook on your way out.
Chapter 6: Archery and Mirror Glaze
Summary: Darcy meets Bucky’s best friend, then gets to watch him do more sugar magic.
Notes: A shorter chapter, but still crossing off squares! @buckybarnesbingo square C5 – Dating, @darcylewisbingohq square C3 – wrong number, @thehawkeyesbingo square Darcy Lewis, and @marvelrarepairs bingo square I1 – meet cute
