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Happy Birthday, Yasha

AN: Creeping in with a story for Bucky’s birthday, I bring you Cap Quartet filth. This is just porn. Not a sniff of plot. Based in the same BDSM AU as The ties that bind us. Sam and Steve have fully consented to this scene in advance and can safeword at any time without consequence.

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Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and Nat has arranged a private party, just for him.

Relationship: Dom Bucky x Domme Nat x Switch (but Sub in this) Sam x Sub Steve.

Word count: 3.2k

CW: BDSM AU, Pre-established relationship, Polyamorous relationship, Bondage, Impact Play, Ass Play, Body Worship, Female Masturbation (briefly), Frotting, Anal Sex, Humiliation/Degradation Kink, edging, Face Sitting, Oral Sex, Cum Play/Cum eating, Cum Slut Steve Rogers, Aftercare, Safe, Sane and Consensual.

Bucky couldn’t help but grin, his arms around Nat’s waist and his chin resting on her shoulder as he took in the scene before him.

“Is this all for me, Natty?”

“Of course it is, Yasha. A party just for you.” His pack-mate and fellow Dom stated, her smile evident in the tone of her voice.

They were standing in the playroom, and spread out - and tied up - on the bed in front of them were their Switch, Sam, and their Sub Steve.

Sam was laid on his back, arms attached to the headboard and ropes around his thigh holding his legs open. A silver plug with a bright red jewel poked out from between his round buttocks. Steve was laid face down on top of Sam, his small body similarly bound but with a blue, jewelled plug stretching his rim wide. Neither could move much, but it wasn’t stopping the pair of them trying to rub their cocks together as they messily made out.

“Fuck,”Bucky exclaimed again. “Look at them. Pretty as a picture and all dressed up for me. How am I gonna top this when it’s your birthday?”

Nat turned her head and nipped at Bucky’s ear. “You’ll think of something, handsome. You always do. Now, go enjoy your birthday treat. They’ve been like this for fifteen minutes already and I edged them a couple of times before I brought you down here, so they’re both a hair's-breadth away from coming apart.”

“You’re staying, though?” Bucky nuzzled into Nat’s neck, enjoying the way his scruff brought a red rash up on her neck. She might be a Dom as well, but that didn’t mean Bucky didn’t like marking her. She gave as good as she got anyway.

“I was hoping you’d ask. I want to see which one of them starts to cry first. You go left, I go right?”

“Deal.”

Bucky had known when Nat said she had a surprise for him today that it would be something along these lines, so he’d been waiting, just dressed in his leather pants, until she came to get him. Nat herself was dressed in her favourite PVC outfit - a push up bra with cutouts at the nipples, crotchless panties and thigh-high stiletto boots. She looked exquisite.

He stalked over to the right hand side of the bed, climbing up beside the two desperate, strung up men. He tapped Sam on his shoulder, as Nat on the other side tapped Steve, and the two broke apart and looked at the two Doms. Two pairs of eyes were blown wide and two faces had lax expressions, already looking totally fucked out. Bucky laid down and captured Sam’s lips, Nat doing the same to Steve.

It never ceased to amaze Bucky how different Sam was from Steve. Steve was a Sub, but a bratty one, needing to be forced into submission for his own good more often than not. Sam, though, as a Switch, was never intentionally bratty, but sometimes had difficulties moving from one headspace to the other. It seemed that Nat had done the hard work already, or maybe Sam was just in a submissive move, because he opened himself to Bucky’s domineering kiss without any resistance. Bucky laid his left hand on top of Steve’s buttocks, feeling the little movements his favourite brat was trying to make in an attempt to get friction on his no-doubt aching prick. With a grin into Sam’s mouth, Bucky brought his hand down onto Steve’s ass - a warning to stay still. He heard the angry squeak despite it being muffled by Nat.

Bucky pulled back, enjoying the way Sam chased his lips, and how Sam’s broad chest heaved with need.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you Sammy? Gonna let me do exactly what I want, when I want, yeah?”

“Yes, s-sir,” Sam stuttered out, eyes glazed.

“Unlike this one,” continued Bucky as he took a firm grip of Steve’s dirty blonde hair and jerked his head back, pulling him from Nat. Steve’s eyes rolled, the little pain-slut he was, but there was still defiance in his eyes - he wasn’t as deep down as Sam was. “Fighting it as usual, Stevie? And on my birthday too? What am I going to do with you?”

Steve just narrowed his eyes, but for once didn’t talk back. He was probably too distracted by his throbbing cock to come up with something witty.

“Natty, can you reward Sam for being a good boy while I just work on Steve’s attitude?”

Nat smiled back enigmatically, then moved herself so Sam could turn his head and take one of her PVC clad breasts into his mouth and tease the nipple with his tongue. Nat let her head loll back and allowed herself to enjoy the sensations. Bucky, on the other hand, rose up from the bed, and with the feeling of Steve’s blue eyes boring a hole between his shoulder blades he went and opened up the wooden armoire that held their toys. His fingers trailed along the handles of the various implements used for chastisement and finally settled on his flogger. There were two of almost every implement, one made for Nat’s small grip and one made for Bucky’s much larger one. If Sam was in Dom mode with Steve, then he borrowed Bucky’s, but Sam wasn’t as much into impact play as the two Doms.

As Bucky turned back to the bed he carefully kept the flogger hidden behind his back, not wanting Steve to know how he was going to get punished until it happened. He positioned himself by the side of the bed and used his free hand to hold Steve’s head down against Sam’s collarbone, making it impossible for him to see.

“Stay still, and be good,” Bucky commanded, but wasn’t at all surprised when a sharp “Fuck you” was the answer. He leant down, head close to Steve’s ear. “I plan to, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you until you make a mess of yourself and Sammy. Maybe I’ll make you clean it up as well.” Bucky didn’t even need to see it to know that Steve shivered at the mental picture he’d painted. Pain and humiliation were Steve’s bag - it’s why they meshed so well, Steve enjoying everything that Bucky could dish out. Without any further warning, Bucky brought the flogger down on Steve’s deceptively plump ass. He didn’t strike all that hard, but starting too soft with Steve never brought the right results and he bit back a dark chuckle as Steve let out a shout and wiggled as much as he could, resulting in him just rubbing his trapped dick against Sam’s.

“Why did you flinch?” Bucky asked with mock confusion.

“Fuck!” was the breathy response. This was gonna be good.

Bucky flicked his eyes up to Nat’s, which sparkled back at him with amusement as she stroked her hand over Sam’s short hair and encouraged him to pay attention to her other breast. She was already lazily playing with her clit, enjoying the scene before her. Bucky smirked and brought the flogger back down onto Steve, another beautiful sound of pained pleasure meeting his ears. It only took another dozen swipes, evenly distributed over Steve’s ass and upper thighs, for Bucky to feel the fight go out of his Sub, Steve finally relaxing under his hand.

Discarding the flogger to the floor, Bucky moved back around to the end of the bed and climbed up between the two pairs of spread legs. He took hold of one plug with each hand and slowly pulled and twisted them until Steve’s and Sam’s rims were stretched around the widest part of each before pushing them back in. Two choked off groans echoed around the room, and Bucky’s grin broadened as he started to fuck both of them with the plugs. As anticipated, Steve started showing signs of being close to orgasm first, so Bucky stopped playing with his plug, enjoying the strangled wail of disappointment that spilled from him. However, it was only a minute or so later that Bucky saw Sam’s balls start to draw up, so he stopped playing with his plug as well.

Having tested for himself how ready they both were, Bucky unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He picked up the bottle of lube that Nat had thoughtfully tucked at the base of the bed and squirted some out onto his palm. As he stroked himself, he took another moment just to appreciate how beautifully Sam and Steve had been laid out for him. Fuck, it would be easy just to stroke himself to the view and leave the pair of them needy and unsatisfied. It was a tempting thought - he always delighted in marking both of them with his cum -, but neither of them had been particularly badly behaved recently and he was feeling in a kind mood.

Satisfied that he was sufficiently slicked up, Bucky removed Steve’s plug, being a little rough but in the way that Steve liked. Without ceremony, he pressed his cock inside Steve’s hole, the guttural moan sounding like music to his ears. Nat had moved off the bed and had come to stand behind him, a reverse of their earlier pose. She peered around his thick body as he speared into Steve, who had returned to kissing Sam as the pair of them were jostled together.

“Look how beautifully he takes you, Buck,” Nat observed, her gaze fixated on the way Steve’s body stretched to accommodate Bucky’s thick cock. Bucky placed his hands on Steve’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled back and thrust forward with vigour.

“You did a wonderful job preparing him, moya printsessa.”

He thrust forward again, enjoying the way his balls slapped against where Sam and Steve were pressed together, their combined precum making a sticky mess. He let himself sink into the pleasure of using his Sub until Nat let him know that Steve was close to coming.

“Careful, moy lyubimii.”

Gritting his teeth, Bucky pulled out of the warm clutch of Steve’s ass and pushed the plug back in, watching the ripple of the muscles in Steve’s back and listening to his once more frustrated wail. Bucky gave a harsh spank to his still red ass.

“Patience, kitten. ‘I want’ doesn’t get. You come if I allow it.”

Using deft fingers, Bucky removed Sam’s plug more carefully than he had Steve’s, and lowered his hips, curling himself over Steve where he was laid on top of Sam so he could sink into his other lover. Sam’s moan was deeper but equally as needy sounding as Steve’s as Bucky started to fuck into him. It was taking all of Bucky’s control to hold back, because he didn’t want to come yet - he had his own plan and was determined to see it through. And, with the way that he was pressed against both of them, he wasn’t surprised by how both Sam and Steve continued to moan, the friction between them increasing with Bucky’s movement.

“Don’t come yet, sweethearts. The first to come doesn’t get my cum and doesn’t get to have Nat ride his cock. He’ll also have to be on clean up duty as well. So best behaviour, both of you.

“Sir!” Sam shouted out in panic. “Please! I’m too close. I’m gonna come.”

“You’ll just have to hold it, Samuel. You get a break when I give you one.”

Taking a peak around Steve’s small frame, Bucky could see the way that Sam was now biting his lower lip, his fists holding tight to ropes that bound him to the bed as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm. He gave a few more firm thrusts and decided it was time to return to Steve.

As soon as he slipped back inside his bratty sub, he knew that Steve was on a knife-edge. His whole body was trembling and he was letting out pathetic mewling noises each time Bucky punched his way up into Steve’s guts.

“Check his face, Natty,” Bucky huffed out between thrusts and Nat strutted around the bed. She leant down to peer at Steve’s face where it was buried into Sam’s neck.

“You’re right, James. He’s crying already. Are you about to come, Steve?” she cooed. “You gonna make a mess all over Sam? Are you looking forward to cleaning me and Sam up and swallowing down all that cum?” She fisted her hand into Steve’s hair, wrenched it up and gave a little slap to his tear stained face. “I bet you’re not even sad that Bucky isn’t gonna come in you, because this way you get to taste it. You’re just our little cumdump, aren’t you, Steve? Can’t get enough of the taste. I bet we could get you to clean the whole floor with your tongue if we just splattered it with our cum. You act all bratty, but you just wanna be on your knees, don’t you? Maybe another day we should tie you down and just come all over you. Leave you in a sodden mess. You’d be in heaven.”

Steve cried out and his body spasmed around Bucky’s cock, his slim hips moving as much as they could, humping onto Sam as his orgasm rocked through him, pushed over the edge by Nat’s words. Bucky hissed and closed his eyes, trying to hold back his own orgasm, and Sam groaned as his cock slipped and slid against Steve’s.

“I knew it,” Nat said, her voice full of derision. “Pathetic.” She released Steve’s hair and shifted her attention back to Sam, running the back of her hand across his cheek bone as he looked at her with wide eyes. “You’re gonna be a good boy though, aren’t you? Gonna let Bucky come inside you, but not let yourself go until I’ve ridden that gorgeous dick of yours?”

“Yes, m-ma’am. G-gonna try.”

“Make sure you do, or I’ll ruin it for you.”

Bucky almost felt sorry for Sam. He had to be struggling about now, and Bucky had seen Nat ruin orgasms before - it wasn’t nice. Bucky pulled out of Steve, who was now laid lax and snivelling, and returned to Sam’s waiting heat.

“Sir!” Sam shouted. “Oh god!” His hips bucked up as much as they could in his bound position, bumping Steve.

“Hold it, Sam,” Bucky barked back as he set a bruising pace, no longer able to resist the urge to just chase his pleasure. His movements jolted Steve even more, who whimpered as his spent cock was overstimulated from being rubbed up against Sam’s. Bucky could feel Sam’s channel flutter around him, desperately trying to hold back, and the sensation tipped Bucky off the cliff. A deep groan left him as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep into Sam, his hips continuing to snap back and forth until there was nothing left in him.

After he came down, Bucky pulled out and sat back on his heels, recovering his breath. Steve’s hole still gaped at him, and his cum was dripping out of Sam.

“Nat - come look.”

“Oooh, pretty,” she said before bending down and attacking Bucky’s lips with her own. They kissed ferociously for a few moments, fighting each other with tongues and teeth before they moved apart and untied Steve. They rolled him off Sam and he laid prone on the edge of the large bed. Bucky started to rub at the rope marks around his wrists and his thighs, bringing the blood back into full circulation

Meanwhile Nat climbed up onto the mattress, admiring Sam’s still rock-hard cock, the head a deep crimson-purple and covered in Steve’s cum and his own pre-cum. She leant down and licked a stripe up it, letting out an evil giggle at how it twitched.

“Nat! Please!” Sam begged, and with a smirk she took pity on him, throwing her leg over him, taking hold of his cock and sinking down in one move. She leaned back, her hands braced on Sam’s spread legs and began to ride him.

“Fuck, Sam. Love this dick so much. Feels so good. Just hold on for me.”

Bucky watched in amusement, only stopping to tap Steve’s face with his softening cock and then feeding it between Steve’s lips when he blinkingly opened his eyes.

“First clean up duty, Stevie.”

Steve just moaned and started to suck and lick at the cock in his mouth, eager for every drop of Bucky’s cum he could get.

On the other side of the bed, Nat had changed her position, now palming one of her own breasts through her bra, pinching the nipple through its peek-a-boo hole and rubbing at her clit with her other hand. Sam was tossing his head back and forth on the pillow, whimpering, and as soon as Nat shuddered out her own orgasm, Sam’s face screwed up and he shouted, finally letting himself let go.

Nat gave herself a few moments to recover before she eased off Sam, his cum running down her inner thighs, and straddled Steve instead, her puffy cunt hovering over his face.

“Next clean up, Steve. And you better make me cum again.”

“I will, ma’am. Please. Wanna taste you and Sam.” Steve couldn’t keep the eagerness from his voice.

“So you can be good? Now, get to work.” She sat down and Bucky heard her sigh in pleasure as Steve slurped loudly, his small hands coming up to hold Nat’s thighs. Bucky smiled and moved over to release Sam’s bonds and rub at his aching limbs.

“So perfect for us, Sam,” he praised. “Just relax for a moment. You worked so hard.”

“Please kiss me,” Sam slurred out, and who was Bucky to deny him? He laid down next to Sam and gently kissed him, lazily trailing his fingers over Sam’s still sensitive body, amused by the answering whimpers and twitches.

“Fuck! Steve!” Nat shouted, her hips bucking. “There! Just there.” She had one hand on the headboard and the other in Steve’s hair, holding his head in place as she fucked his face with her pussy. She threw her head back and wailed as her second orgasm washed over her. She rocked her hips slower as she came down, and then slid down Steve’s body. His face was flushed red, shiny with her and Sam’s combined spend, and his hair was sticking up every which way. He looked totally debauched and more than happy about it. Nat kissed him deeply before urging him up and over to Sam.

“Clean his cock first, Steve,” she urged. “Then you can get your taste of Bucky’s cum.”

Steve crawled with wobbly limbs over to where Sam was now dozing, his head in Bucky’s lap, having his hair petted. When Steve started to lick and kiss at his cock and balls, Sam let out a happy sigh.

Nat pulled herself up against the headboard, the other side of Sam, and looked indulgently down at her Switch and Sub before turning her attention to Bucky.

“Did you enjoy that, Yasha?”

Bucky opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Sam’s whining moan as Steve pushed his face between his ass cheeks, and most probably, wormed his tongue in Sam’s ass. Bucky chuckled. “Best birthday ever, milaya. We’d best start planning for Steve’s. What was it you said about all of us coming over him and leaving him lying in it?”

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fleurdelouvemonth · 6 months

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𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒗𝒆 (𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚) 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉 2023 — 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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Day one: Halloween Candy

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A Taste So Sweet (AO3 link + art) by @gghalcyon

The Candy Hunt (AO3 link) by @endlesstwanted

Day two: Sweet Potato Pie

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Moodboard and ficlet by @idontgettechnology : Polaroids

Moodboard by @tllgrrl / NefertiriJones

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Day three: Pumpkin

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Present Imperfect | Ch. 1: Day One

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Written for @endlesstwanted for @tonysbirthdaygala!

Summary: After losing Pepper to Extremis, Tony decides to get the shrapnel (and thus his arc reactor) removed-- but he wakes up as President of the United States.

Tony's heart surgery is the last thing he remembers, a worst-case amnesia scenario that leaves the country with a leader who doesn't remember the last year of office, the election, or his marriage to the First Lady, Natasha Romanoff Stark. The country is two days into a national tragedy that's still unfolding, a biological attack on Washington, D.C. that has Tony and his key advisors underground as they coordinate the response-- but nothing about his situation feels right. Is Tony a national leader, a hero poised to save the country with a beautiful and beloved former colleague by his side? Or is he a billionaire superhero in need of rescue? Length/Warnings: 4,311 words // None this chapter

Note: Inspired by a Star Trek: TNG episode about long-term amnesia called Future Imperfect; Tony spends the story unraveling the truth about not just his own situation, but how he relates to someone he's known for years. This story has intrigue, twists, romance, and humor. It is at its heart a tale about two friends who don't truly see each other until that relationship is tested in various ways.

Excerpt:

“You’re not real,” he responds confidently. “I’m probably in a recovery room somewhere, and this--” Tony taps against the metal housing of his arc, under his sleep tee. “--isn’t going to be there when I wake up.”

Nat grabs the bedpost, her expression grave. “Cut it out, Tony.”

“That’s what the surgeons did, yes. No more shrapnel for me.”

The landline phone at his bedside table rings, and before Tony can pick it up to see what his narcotic-fuzzed mind will conjure up, Natasha’s already there. She picks it up and drops the receiver in a single motion.

“The surgery to remove the shrapnel failed five years ago. Are you saying--” she breaks off. Tony’s never seen her like this, casual, fond, half-naked under a fuzzy robe.

“I’d like to wake up now, is what I’m saying.” He slides his legs over to get up, but Nat doesn’t move away, which is odd. The worried affection on her face is odd, too. “Come on, President of the United States? I’d never be that stupid. National Security Advisor, maybe. All the credit, none of the bullshit accountability.” He stands up to mess with dream!Natasha, but she doesn’t move away. They’re right up against each other, enough that he can smell the spicy sweetness of her shampoo. Fuck, he misses incidentals like that. “We’d need more than five years of build-up for you to be willing to wake up in bed next to me, don’t you think?” Tony says harshly. He actually doesn’t know if that’s true, but he expects her reaction will be pretty revelatory.

Prologue, Christmas Day, 2013:

“Tony, I can’t regulate.”

He can’t let himself understand what she means, at least not before he clears his head. They’re crouched precariously on the ledge below where Pepper had nearly fallen, and he’s sure his ankle is broken. Tony doesn’t know which suit pushed the two of them over here after he’d jumped to catch her, but there’s no way to ask JARVIS. His earpiece fell into the flames below.

“Tony?”

“Give me a minute,” he says, his mind racing. “I gotta tell the suits you’re not a target.”

“I am a target. And Killian’s coming. Tony, promise me--” Pepper says, making a face and looking down, her eyes welling with tears. There’s a finality to her tone that he utterly rejects. Why didn’t he build a comm into his arc?

“It seems like your valiant rescue has warmed the lady’s heart, Stark!” Killian taunts, from across the twisted debris and open space.

He’s right; Pepper has started to glow slightly, her expression turning resolute.

“I almost figured this out drunk, Pep. Hold on just a couple more hours, okay?” He holds up his hands palm out as if he can stop her with just his will alone, shouting the words to remind their tormentor that Tony has info he needs.

“You don’t have that kind of time!” Killian jeers. He rears his head back and a jet of actual fire projects from his mouth, heating the metal gangway behind them, cutting off any escape.

“Do the suits know to catch you without the earpiece?” Pepper whispers.

Every cell in his body is stubborn iron. “I’m not leaving you.”

“How do you like the hot seat?” Killian asks, as Tony and Pepper scramble toward the edge to escape the heated metal.

“You’ll have comms, once I call one over with this,” she whispers, touching her chest as the eerie bright orange under her skin grows brighter.

“But, you said you couldn’t reg— Pep, Honey, don’t!” He can’t breathe; dread has displaced the air in his lungs.

Aldrich Killian leaps over, causing the structure to sag with an awful metallic groan. “This is better than live theater! No, no, do go on,” he exhorts, holding his arms wide.

“I love you,” Pepper whispers to Tony fiercely. “Take care of yourself? The company? I need to know you’ll let yourself be happy again.”

“Shut it down, Pepper. We’ll find another way!”

All of his suits are fighting elsewhere, too far to risk the jump. Shit.

Pepper’s come to that same conclusion. “This is taking too long. JARVIS, WE NEED YOU!” she screams, standing up.

Killian tsks. “Not sure you want to do that, Potts.”

“No, NO. Get down!” Tony begs desperately. She doesn’t know JARVIS is targeting the Extremis heat signatures-- but that’s just it: Extremis. If he can push her off, she’ll survive. He’ll be able to jump after her, if the approaching light he can see in the distance is what he thinks it is. Mark 42’s whole purpose is to stop him from the fatal fall he dreams about every night.

“Stay back, you arrogant jerk!” Pepper cries out, thrusting out her hand toward Killian. “We just want to live!” she adds, and the obvious lie shoots adrenaline through Tony’s body. He’s burning up-- the metal underneath him is searing, and Pepper’s gone so hot that her pants are burning off of her. His ankle has stopped hurting, probably because of the shock, so Tony forces himself to his feet, bracing himself for her outrage when he pulls them both out into thin air.

“You ready?” he says, directing his words toward Killian, but Pep should know they’re about her.

“As I’ll ever be,” she answers sweetly, still facing their enemy. With a quick look over her shoulder, Pepper says, “Forgive me,” and throws a red-hot hand toward each of them. Her palm strikes his chest hard just above his reactor, launching Tony off of the edge.

The pain from the immediate burn is nothing compared to how much it hurts to watch Pepper sink her other hand into Killian’s chest, pulling out his heart and reducing it to ash in seconds. She’s fighting Tony’s battle for him, and he can do nothing but watch, as he falls. The surface of the water is rapidly approaching, so he plugs his nose, hitting the water right before the heated flare of explosion shoves him deeper. A second later, the familiar comfort of an Iron Man suit encloses his body. Tony shuts his eyes, his soul and body aflame, adrift.

He knows what the explosion was. Pepper’s gone.

Day One

A gentle hand on his shoulder wakes him up.

“Mr. President? I’m sorry, sir. I let you sleep as long as I could.”

Tony opens his eyes. He’s hearing things, probably thanks to the anesthesia or whatever pain meds they’ve put him on, because his chest doesn’t hurt at all. He scrubs a hand over his face and rolls onto his back.

A strange woman is standing there with an apologetic look on her face.

He jumps back in surprise, scooting up to a seated position and pulling up the sheet in an exaggerated action of pretend modesty. Tony looks at the stranger in a business skirt set standing beside the bed. “Weird outfit for a nurse. I’ll hand it to SHIELD on the level of hospital bed luxury, though.”

“Tony?”

The voice is Natasha’s, and she’s buried in the blankets beside him like she belongs there. As he watches in stunned confusion, she lifts up, blankets falling away from her barely-there nightgown as she reaches a concerned hand toward his forehead. Tony doesn’t move away, even though his instincts tell him to. It’s been so long since anyone touched him. In the months since losing Pepper, he’d lived a monk-like existence, acting more like a recluse widower than his old carefree self.

“Forgive me Mrs. Stark, but the security briefing is in ten minutes, and--”

“It’s fine, Cora, thank you. Tell them he’ll be ten minutes late, will you?” Natasha says briskly. Tony tries to pay attention in the midst of all this confusion because there’s a lot of skin on display here, but, security briefing? Mrs. Stark?? “You can blame it on me, if you like,” she’s saying now. Her tone is loving, playful, and he actually relaxes. It’s obviously a dream. His attention-starved mind has finally lost it. The real Natasha Romanoff will kick his ass if she ever finds out this is what he dreamed about post heart surgery.

Tony folds his arms behind his head and watches as ‘Cora’ picks her way across the small, dark room and opens the door. The hallway beyond looks just as he’d have expected, utilitarian and soulless, logical for a medical facility in the heart of SHIELD. Does that mean he’s hallucinating instead?

“Okay, were you playing dumb to punish Cora for waking you up? I know you’re sick of being stuck down here,” Natasha says, getting up and putting on a robe that hides everything fun about Tony’s bizarre dreamallucination.

Nat grabs the bedpost, her expression grave. “Cut it out, Tony.”

“That’s what the surgeons did, yes. No more shrapnel for me.”

“The surgery to remove the shrapnel failed five years ago. Are you saying--” she breaks off. Tony’s never seen her like this, casual, fond, half-naked under a fuzzy robe.

“Don’t sell yourself short, babe,” she says, arching up to press a brief but luscious kiss to his lips. He doesn’t have time to react further, because she sidesteps over to a wardrobe, pulling out a suit and matching shirt. “Hot rod red for the tie? Or are you going to wear the yellow one again and bitch about not getting to see the sun?”

“The latter, obviously,” he says. This… doesn’t feel unfamiliar. “Uh, can we go back to the five years thing? I know this is a dream and you’re just as likely to sprout tentacles as anything else, but--”

Natasha's expression of vulnerability is back. “Get dressed? I think this-- how about I call Rhodey. If it is what I think it is…”

He starts undressing in front of her, but it occurs to him that out of all of the Avengers, Nat can keep her composure through just about anything. So much for trying shock value to jumpstart her out of whatever farce this is.

She’s standing there holding out his shirt, and he needs to put underwear on. “Turn around?”

Her face crumples for a split second, but Natasha blinks and nods, laying the shirt down on the bed. “One sec.” She makes her way past him, holding her hand in a fist as if preventing herself from reaching for him on the way, which is interesting. Lifting the phone, she asks for Rhodey rather than dialing anything.

There’s a tap on the door, accompanied by the words, “Ten minutes,” but Tony’s distracted by the fact that there’s a cover over his arc reactor. He walks the few steps to the narrow mirror atop a small dresser, noting that the cover is fitted, even beautiful, with a circular design not unlike his first model etched in relief on the metal.

“Put this on,” Natasha says as she comes up behind him with his shirt.

“Undershirt?” he objects, but she shakes her head.

“No time. We need you out of the security briefing with no more than five minutes overtime if you want to talk to Rhodes.”

“I thought I was the President! Shouldn’t I get to do what I want?” he teases, knowing full well this is not at all the case.

Her response is sobering (and more confirmation of the unreality of his situation). “There’s a reason why we’re in a tiny room with no windows, Tony. Do me a favor and try not to look surprised at anything you hear at this thing? If you do, play it off, and we’ll get you caught up after.”

He allows himself to be led through the process of dressing, impressed by her competency in using the brief moments in between to put together a killer outfit of her own. Tony’s slipping on his dress shoes when the door flies open with no knock, and the woman from before (Karen? Cara? The jury’s out) comes in. She leads Tony out into the cramped hallway, where two obvious Secret Service agents wait on either side of the door.

“Mechanic’s moving,” one of them says quietly into his wrist.

Tony’s so pleased they’ve chosen that over ‘Superhero’ or ‘Merchant of Death’ that he doesn’t take note of the path across the complex at all.

The security briefing doesn’t run long, which is good, because Tony has to employ every single ounce of acting ability he has not to react with incredulity. He has to repeatedly quash the urge to stand up, throw down the bullshit documentation, and yell that he wants out of the simulation. The problem is, if they really are facing a coordinated biological attack from both foreign and domestic enemies, having a President who seems to have lost his mind in the thick of the response would be absolutely horrific.

Tony crumples the summary briefing page in his hand as he waits in the ‘Bunker Oval’ to speak with Rhodey over a secure connection. The final line on the damned thing is still fucking with him.

The last body has been removed from the White House, so decontamination procedures will be underway by noon.

The landline phone he’s seated beside rings, and Tony lifts the receiver, wishing Nat was in the room to make forbidding faces at him again.

“Hello?”

“Tony! Natasha sent me the keyword, so I’ll skip to that in a minute,” Rhodey says. “But first: how is she, how are you? No one’s sick down there, right? They won’t tell us anything, but D.C. is shut down. Checkpoints to leave, the whole--”

Ordinarily he’d love to hear the difference between what he’d just been told and what’s really happening, but Tony’s on a strict timetable. He interrupts with: “Yeah, I got an update on that just now. I’m set to call the family members of those lost in the White House now that they’ve recovered them all. D.C.’s under quarantine.”

“Seems like a great time to lose all your memory and a shitty time to lead the country!” Rhodey says. Then, his tone sobers. “Tony, for what it’s worth: I’m sorry. What can you remember?”

“I went in for the surgery. I figured if it killed me, it’d be a better look in the obit than the past four months of articles about the Iron Hermit. Woke up the leader of the free world, but… what a world.” He sighs. “My Catholic grandmother would call this purgatory.”

Rhodes whistles under his breath. “You know, right around your wedding to Natasha, we talked about whether you should try to trigger this, set it off and fall in love all over again, so you could schedule it instead of living in fear. You said you didn’t want want to risk losing her.”

Tony realizes belatedly that everything he’s saying is probably being recorded, both in this office and on the line. The resulting sense of responsibility is almost crushing, so he does what he always does when that happens, and sloughs it off. His PR team was great back when he was ‘just’ a billionaire. Now, good PR for him is probably a matter of national security.

“What the hell did Killian do to me, Rhodey?”

“He didn’t. The water did. Some brain-loving organism that went dormant while you were wallowing, right up until the surgery triggered it. Your vitals went haywire. When they got you stabilized, the team decided it was too dangerous to take out the shrapnel. Stress of the surgery, that kind of thing.”

“You’re telling me I never tried to do anything about it? And neither did any of you?”

“We thought you were in the clear!” Rhodes sounds defensive. “Hell, Tony, you ran for President! If that stress wasn’t gonna do it, what would?”

“WWIII, I guess,” Tony says quietly, looking around the room. The recessed lights above two landscape paintings are doing their best window impression alongside the wood paneling, but no shrunken replica of Oval Office furniture in a room with a vaguely curved wall can hide where he really is. “Something inside me wants to reject all of this, Rhodey. They’re saying almost a hundred people are dead, from various locations all around the city!”

“I hear you. Two and a half days in and I’m still in denial,” his friend says. “At least this memory shit got you on the phone. I was worried.”

Tony can’t sit still anymore, but he’s used to JARVIS or a cell phone. It feels very 1990’s teen movie to have to grab the handset to start pacing around.

“You should be here. I don’t know any of these people.”

“I’ve got problems of my own, Tony.”

“What’s more important than supporting your President!” Bitchy and facetious, his favorite way to goad.

“That’s right, you don’t remember. I turned down all of your appointments, so you punished me by making me the Secretary of the Air Force. Gotta run, Mr. President. I’ll see if they’ll let me deliver the briefing tomorrow.”

There’s something alarming about how comfortable Rhodey is with the idea that they’ll still need the bunker by this time the next day, but Tony doesn’t get the chance to object before the man he trusts most in the world hangs up.

He needs to think, and he’d kill for a computer and access to JARVIS right now, so Tony keeps the receiver in his hand so they don’t realize the call is over. Whoever they have babysitting him is too smart for that, though, because there’s a knock before a minute passes.

“Yeah,” he says, already weary.

“Excuse me, Mr. President.” It’s Cora, someone he’s started to dread the sight of for no better reason than she always has an onerous task for him. He nods, and she steps in and closes the door. In a low voice that Tony identifies as discreet, she says, “Sir, I’ve taken the liberty of having the speechwriters come up with some language for the phone calls this afternoon, with the families of the victims? I understand that you are a good public speaker, and you’ve done well with condolences in the past--”

Tony raises his hand and nods, failing in his battle to stop himself from pinching the bridge of his nose. “I get it. Thank you. Have them copy over the text in those files with something else, something very boring, would you?” He holds his hand out for the folder.

Cora hands it over, brows furrowed.

“Erasing it would be against Presidential records law,” he says, clenching his jaw hard when he opens the folder. The list of names is long. “Writing something else over it is just a reasonable mistake made in a time of crisis.” Tony looks up, forces a charming smile. “You-- we worked with these people. We owe that to their families.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes are wet. “Your next meeting is in seventeen minutes. I can come back two minutes before?”

“Good.” She’s almost through the door before Tony realizes that he needs Natasha to help him with the personal touches the scripts have left room for. “Shit. Find Nat for me, will you?”

The figure at the doorway freezes, and it takes him too long to realize why. He lifts up the folder. “The First Lady. Sorry, these…”

Cora bobs a nod that’s almost a curtsey, and leaves.

His next meeting is awful, all bad news. Lunch isn’t much of a highlight, though they have nailed his smoothies to a degree he’s almost jealous over. Despite his repeated requests to speak with Natasha, the hour he’s scheduled to call fifteen families with Presidential condolences looms without a First Lady in sight.

Finally, when Cora reports that there are twenty three minutes until he’ll be connected with the first family on the list, Tony snatches her cell phone out of her pocket and holds it up so it’ll unlock with her shocked expression.

“Wha--”

He sidesteps her half-hearted attempt to retrieve it, opening up the contacts. Once he finds the one designated First Lady, he taps to call her.

When it connects, Tony speaks up right away, still half-certain this is all some sort of elaborate ruse, an April Fool’s joke funded by the Avengers’ overflow slush fund or something. He knows just how to derail them.

“I resent that there are no kisses scheduled. I feel like they’ve been removed from the schedule, and I demand they be reinstated, starting in…” he looks at his watch, noting that it’s not the prototype he’d been designing with an emergency gauntlet and EMP pulse built-in. He’ll have to look more closely later. “Two minutes.”

With that, Tony ends the call, tossing the phone at a flabbergasted Cora, who nearly drops it. “That’ll be all, Jeeves.”

Tony paces as he waits, having foregone reading most of the platitudes in favor of speaking the names aloud using the special pronunciation cues so he can mark down the ones he's struggling to get right. Even if this is a fever dream, he doesn’t want to fuck with people’s worst memories just because he’s lost a chunk of his own.

The door flies open without preamble, leaving everyone in the desk-filled ante-chamber the chance to see the supposed First Lady of the United States stalk into her husband’s private room, grab him by his ugly yellow tie, and plant a brief but rough kiss on his lips.

“You realize I was on the phone with the Australian PM, right? Coordinating the MOM response?” she demands, letting go of him so she can shove the door shut.

Tony blinks at her. He’d been sure she wouldn’t kiss him at all, but figured if there was some kind of set up, he would at least get to enjoy a ‘dedicated to the bit’ kiss before telling her the gig was up. What Natasha did instead was more confusing, but so was his body’s reaction to it.

No time for that right now, though.

“Marmite Only, Mate?” he guesses, before snagging the folder with the names he needs to ask about.

“Multinational Organizatio--” Nat breaks off, frowning at him. “Right, never mind. What did you need, Cora told me ten minutes.”

“I’d take that as a challenge, but these people don’t seem to want to knock, so…” he dangles. Tony’s fifty percent sure this is all bullshit, and it’s worth it to him to chip away at everything that’s going on, just in case it is. He hands her the folder. “Whether this is real or not, it’s not worth risking giving these families trauma to make a point. Will you help me do this right?”

Nat’s brows furrow for a split second, but she doesn’t look guilty, just surprised. “Of course,” she says, dragging over a chair. Pointing to the Presidential chair of comfy overkill, she adds, “Sit.”

His lips twitching with amusement, Tony settles into the desk chair. Her aggressive affection is endearing enough as it is, but her ability to shift into professional-mode is impressive. Natasha goes over the correct pronunciations with him, adding a mentionable personal detail about each lost staff member as she does so, finishing just in time for the first call.

Though he’s struggling with finding the entire situation credible, the condolence calls are persuasive; these people are more than just names on a list, and the grief in the voices of their families sound so real that he falters in his task once or twice.

Each time, Natasha Roma-- Natasha Stark is right there beside him, silently supporting him in his task by squeezing his hand so hard he’s more worried about broken fingers than broken platitudes.

His schedule is solid right up until 11 PM. Tony gets into the ‘Presidential Suite’ at 11:05 to find Natasha asleep in a fire-haired huddle on ‘her’ side of the bed. Tony had been hoping to speak to her in quiet, hopefully un-recorded whispers, but he opts for a quick shower, instead.

The bathroom is laughably small, and the light in there is strangely dim for being in a bunker without access to natural light. The first thing he does is spend time examining the cage of metal around his arc, but it’s just too dark and cramped to get a good view of the thing. It’s obviously not designed to come off, meaning it's either a weak link in whatever treachery is going on, or there’s some security risk to the glow or resonance it gives off.

Tony supposes that if your world leader action figure comes complete with enough volatile substance for a dirty bomb, that’s probably reason enough to make it hard to access.

He gives up after his third yawn, stripping naked and stepping in. The water gets hot pretty quickly, and the towels are high quality, so that’s something. Tony doesn’t bother to be thorough, enjoying instead the feeling of the hot water and privacy.

When he starts drying off, he sees that his left inner elbow looks strange and feels tender to the fingertip. What’s more, when he drags his fingernails over the area, they come away with flesh-colored gunk underneath.

Tony grips the sink with both hands, suddenly wide awake. He runs the water, grabbing a wad of toilet paper instead of the tan washcloth he’d been given. The first swipe shows a vague peach color, and after he tosses that in the toilet and lathers up the area, the wet TP is smudged with what has to be skin-colored makeup.

On close examination, the area underneath is lightly bruised.

Tony flushes the second wad, his heart pounding. He dresses in a t-shirt and sweatpants, glad for the darkness in the bedroom that hides the part of his arm he's scrubbed raw. They’d put in an IV before administering the anesthetic, of course, but though he lies there in the dark for a long time thinking about it, Tony can’t remember where it had been located.

He decides to continue pushing buttons, but keep his discovery to himself. One thing is certain: he’s in danger, whether it’s from external lies or falsehoods from his own mind.

Next chapter...

((I'll post a chapter a day for 8 days))

#tony stark x natasha romanoff #ironwidow #tony stark fanfiction #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff x tony stark #black widow x iron man #iron man x black widow #tony stark smut #natasha romanoff smut #ironwidow smut #romance #fake relationship #friends to lovers #pining #amnesia #forced proximity

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42donotpanic · 5 months

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FIC WRITING REVIEW 2023

Thank you @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for coming up with this!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

(I just copied @voiceoffenrisulfr who copied @foxywrites thank you both for tagging me <3)

Before we start I want to note that I hope to post 6 more fics this year and make it to 100 posted works before 2024 ^^

Words and Fics

335,338 words published in 2023

70 fics worked on

62 completed fics

most productive month: July with 74,045 words

monthly words average: 27,945 words

Top 5 Pairings

Clint Barton/Matt Murdock [16]

James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton [13]

Matt Murdock/Franklin "Foggy" Nelson [6]

Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier [6]

James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark [6]

Top 5 by Comments

Purple and Red; all the same to me (AUgust Writing Challenge 2023) - 78

The quiet life - 17

Building a Relationship - 14

Safe Place - 13

3 Times Matt's date didn't take his blindness well (+1 where it wasn't the biggest surprise that night) - 6

Top 5 by Kudos

3 Times Matt's date didn't take his blindness well (+1 where it wasn't the biggest surprise that night) - 255

Couch already taken - 208

The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and The Protector - 146

Daredevil: The Man with Trauma - 131

Fuck Ninjas - 122

Top 5 by Hits

The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and The Protector - 2,251

3 Times Matt's date didn't take his blindness well (+1 where it wasn't the biggest surprise that night) - 1,725

Purple and Red; all the same to me (AUgust Writing Challenge 2023) - 1,724

Coming Untouched - 1,722

Building a Relationship - 1,529

Fandom Events in 2023

For this part, I'm only adding in Bingos that I was able to get a bingo/blackout for If you want to know more feel free to check out my masterlists in my pinned post <3

Bingos

[5/9] Any Fandom LGBTQ Bingo - Bingo

[5/5] July Break Flash Bingo - Black out

[9/9] July Break Mini Bingo - Black out

[25/25] July Break Bingo - Black out

[15/25] Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Round 1/2 - Bingo

[6/25] Masturbation Midsummer Bingo - DNF

[13/25] WinterIron Bingo - Bingo

[9/9] Writers Pride Month Bingo - Black out

Writing Challenge's

[30/30] Slash Mulitverse Daily Pride Prompts

[31/31] AU-gust Writing Challenge 2023

[5/31] Flufftober 2023

Upcoming Plans

Fic's I'm hoping to continue/complete next year:

[Clint/Bucky] Soul Marks and Metal Arms

[Clint/Natasha] To see the Bruises

[Matt/Foggy] Learning to Live again

[Clint/Bucky] Now I wear my scars just like Tattoos

[Clint/Rhodey] Bring them back (to get you back)

[Clint & Matt] Who even am I?!

[Clint/Matt] Hawkdevil AU

[Clint/Bucky] Domestic WinterHawk AU

[Clint/Matt] Building a Relationship

Writing Reflection

After I got back into writing fic this year it was something I really enjoyed all throughout this year. I discovered a bunch of fun challenges and servers, met many lovely people (sadly all online) and learned a lot. I have hyperfocused a lot, especially in the summer and I collected a boatload of prompts I would like to fill in the coming year.

I have a lot of fics already planned for the next year. There will be a lot of feels, fluff and angst/whump alike and I hope I can keep the run I had this year going.

A big thank you to everyone who supported me along the way, be it with ducking/spaghettiing fic ideas, sprinting with me, participating in challenges, commenting, sharing or even just reading and liking my fics. You folks mean the world to me and I love every single one of you. Take care and remember, as long as you do what you love you get a good grade in fandom <3

Tagging: @stripedscribe @ravenmold @endlesstwanted and everyone who wants to participate (totally not a cop-out because I lost track of my tumblr, no)

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themculibrary · 9 months

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Under 5k Sam/Bucky Fics Masterlist

5 Times Peter Was Suspicious About Sam and Bucky (ao3) - 27dis G, 2k

Summary: And one time he was sure about it.

8PM - avintagekiss24 E, 1k

Summary: Sam and Bucky being in Louisiana together in Sam’s sisters house.

a date with captain america (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 2k

Summary: Bucky meets Sam while shopping for a Halloween costume for his son, and thinks he doesn't like him. But his opinion quickly changes when New York City is attacked once again, and Bucky finds out who Sam really is.

In which Sam has always been Captain America, The Avengers still exist but Steve isn't part of the team.

Be My Great Escape (ao3) - ionsquare T, 4k

Summary: Who the hell is Bucky Barnes? Sam has no idea, but he's about to find out. At least his sophomore year of college is shaping up to be an interesting one.

family man (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor T, 2k

Summary: Sam has always been a family man, and Bucky’s heard so many wonderful stories about his family. Sam suggests Bucky comes with him to meet them on his next visit, but just the thought of meeting new people gives Bucky anxiety.

Fate's Tricky Ways (ao3) - endlesstwanted T, 2k

Summary: Bucky is planning to make a move on Sam now that they have the compound for themselves for a couple of days, and when he shows up with pre-heat symptoms and asks Bucky for help, he realises it’s time for him to shoot his shot.

Glow (ao3) - glittercake E, 3k

Summary: Sam showers Bucky with compliments and ridiculous nicknames. It's not Bucky's fault that he starts falling for the guy.

He's just a friend (ao3) - Gxlyleo N/R, 4k

Summary: While Sharon talks to her contacts Sam and Bucky get some time to bond, dance and bicker.

(i mean baby) Do You Know the Game (ao3) - ElisabethMonroe T, 3k

Summary: Post-game slice of life for professional baseball players Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson

I'm wasting my time when it was always you (ao3) - freshlemonade T, 3k

Summary: Sam and Bucky try and sort out there feelings over some late night pizza and Peter "bumps" into them.

Quiet Little Voices (ao3) - Mollshka (CaptainAmelia22) T, 3k

Summary: It starts with a text. Ends with a text.

Reach Out and Hold the Sun (ao3) - Aluxra T, 4k

Summary: When you touch your soulmate skin to skin, you leave a colour unique to you on them. 106 years and Bucky never received a mark.

Until Now.

Sam and Bucky's Grand Adventure (ao3) - everybodylies T, 3k

Summary: Steve is away when Sam finds the Winter Soldier. This does not bode well.

six months in winter (ao3) - CapnWinghead M, 3k

Summary: In an attempt to break Bucky out of a Russian prison and bring him home, Sam gets tossed in alongside him.

so brand new (ao3) - helahler E, 3k

Summary: “Two weeks,” Sam murmurs, breath hitching as Bucky pulls back to mouth at the sensitive spot on his jaw, “is too damn long.”

“I think I can make it worth the wait,” Bucky shoots back.

surprise (ao3) - ragnarokdad T, 3k

Summary: Sam finds a picture of Bucky in his 1940's uniform, and discovers that he looks really, really good in it.

take me to the bedroom (show me how to get offended) (ao3) - redwing (1sttimefeeling) E, 4k

Summary: In Delacroix, Bucky’s all polite. He’s yes ma'ams and no sirs, always offering a hand, always starting his sentences with pleases, ending them with thank yous.

It pisses Sam off.

Not because he minds Bucky’s manners, but because he knows for a fact that Bucky’s mouth is fucking filthy.

What are “friends” for? (ao3) - EideticMoose E, 4k

Summary: Bucky hasn’t had a heat since HYDRA had him ‘fixed’ in the 50’s. He didn’t plan on his body’s super healing fixing that.

you deserve everything (ao3) - itsmoonz_thatbastard N/R, 3k

Summary: bucky is hurt sam isn't around so he calls peter to take care of him

or where Peter figure out they're in love before them

#themculibrary #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky masterlist #1k #5k #masterlists

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avengersbingo · 11 months

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Avengers Round 4 Bingo has ended!

I am so, so sorry that I have spaced on this round. I also realized that I completely forgot about the flash round, so to those of you that signed up for that, I am absolutely sorry.

The bingo technically ended three days ago, but it’s fine if you’ve still posted during those days. I'm slowly going through the notifications to reblog stories. Don’t worry if you signed up and didn’t or couldn’t participate, it’s totally fine!

Masterlists can be submitted now, or during the given time frame- June 24-30. I’ll be posting masterlist submissions then.

I can’t remember if I said I was doing badges for this round (I know I started them for last round) so once the masterlists are submitted, I’ll start working on badges.

@lillywillow @captainjimothycarter @muffinengineer86 @ibelieveinturtles @tweetthang96 @sadbi-hours @gotlostonmywayhome @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy @lbibliophile-mcu @queen-of-the-avengers @polizwrites @purpleicedteas @endlesstwanted @ruckystarnes @sivan325 @reagy-jay @nolanfa @somesortofitalianroast @ultimateundesirable @marvel-kitten @until-theend-oftheline @cailjei @darsynia @americas-ass-writing @supraveng @chrissihr

#avengers round 4

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endlesstwanted · 4 months

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WinterIron Round 1 Masterpost

Hello friends, I wanted to start the year by sharing my masterlist for the @bingowinteriron round 1, for which I joined in a total of 21 creations going from general to explicit rating, getting a blackout! (and some super cool badges I attached at the end! thanks the mod team for all of this) 🧡

8 of these were Round Robin fics and this was my first time trying them out, so I’m glad I did because they were so fun! Apart from that, I made 2 moodboards (one that accompanied a ficlet), 6 drabbles and 6 fanfics, with a total of a bit over 17k words overall. Prompts and links under the cut, hope you enjoy!

B1: AU: College students, WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - April 2023, Gen I1: 1990's, Winter Records, Gen N1: Thor, The Wrong Impression, Gen G1: AU: No powers, The Silver Line, Teen O1: Italy, WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - May 2023, Gen

B2: “You know I'd do anything.” + june prompt “Next Steps”, Surprise Afternoon Shopping, Explicit I2: Stark Tower, WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - November 2023, Gen N2: AU: Tattoo artist!Bucky, WinterIron Bingo Round One - August Round Robin, Gen G2: James Rhodes, Slowly, So It Lasts, Mature O2: AU: Pre-serum Bucky Barnes, Sweet Little Unforgettable Thing, Teen

B3: Restaurant, WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - December 2023, Gen I3: AU: Canon Divergence, Santa’s Little Minions, Gen N3: Free space + august prompt “Heatwave”, Somewhere You’d Rather Be, Mature G3: Los Angeles, A Change Of Plans, Gen O3: Rumors, Rumors, Secrets, Lie, Teen

B4: Manhattan, This Time Around, Mature I4: Bruce Banner, Ten Revolutions Around The Sun Later, Teen N4: Natasha Romanoff, WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - September 2023, Teen G4: Non-sexual intimacy, WinterIron Bingo Round Robin - June 2023, Gen O4: Fake dating, WinterIron Bingo - July 2023 Round Robin, Gen

ROW 5 (for the Iron Soldier badge): Holiday + Darcy Lewis + Found Family + AU: Coffee shop + “Who the hell is Bucky?”, Great Things For Kind Hearts, Teen

#bingowinteriron2023 #bucky barnes #tony stark #marvel fanfic #endlesstwanted masterlist

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every-marveler-ever · 1 year

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In The Circle

Fluffbruary Day 10 | @fluffbruary | Moment

Marvel Rare Pair Valentine’s Mini Bingo | 💘 @marvelrarepairbingo2022 | Platonic Relationship(s)

All Caps Bingo Round 1 | 🤷 @allcapsbingo | Reality TV AU

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RATING: General. WARNING(S): Catfishing, Based on 'The Circle' from Netflix

A/N: This story had many interactions including a bachelor interaction with Bucky at the lead, it was a mess. Thank you so much to the Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Discord because without your sprints I don't think I would have ever written this. Thanks to @endlesstwanted for the cheerleading and support.

Peter signed up to the circle for some fun (and because he desperately needed the money) thinking that it would at least be a fun 4 week's vacation, he didn't expect to fall in love with someone over a screen. | peter parker/? (read to find out)

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Peter Parker walks into his room and his reaction is exactly what Netflix shows when he watches it back. He’s incredibly excited for a multitude of reasons, one being that he’s never lived alone before and now he has a whole apartment to himself. Another is that the apartment is incredible because of its blue walls and an awesome red fluffy couch it seems a little too on the nose to the favourite colours he put down on his application, but then there’s a chalkboard wall and it feels like the producers can read his mind.

It’s perfect, and despite the show not working exactly how it plays out on TV there is an Alexa in the room which makes him feel like people are listening and watching him all day. It’s almost like he has a friend that’s not on a TV screen.

He has one of those too, his name is Harley, he thinks because that’s how the circle works, just because Peter’s telling the truth and he is actually Peter Parker with the birth certificate to match, he has no idea if Harley is the same.

“Hey Circle message Harley,” this has become a daily routine every morning as Peter brushes his teeth Harley supposedly makes breakfast and Peter is normally the person that initiates the conversation. He knows it’s weird because he has no idea who the man (or woman) on the other side is. Harley gets to wake up to random facts every morning anyway, “did you know there are more than 1,700 references to gems and precious stones in the King James translation of the Bible.”

The little circles that come up and down remind Peter that Harley is responding and has accepted the chat, which if he didn’t producers might have made him anyway.

Harley's face shows up next to his response, “is that the magical fact that showed up on your calendar today? A biblical one seems like an odd choice?” It’s an honest message because Harley had made it known throughout this season that he is extremely atheist which doesn’t seem like something anybody in the circle would lie about.

Peter doesn’t want to say he was tricking him but the actual fact on his daily calendar today was ‘If you had enough water to fill one million goldfish bowls, you could fill an entire stadium.’ and he didn’t particularly feel like starting off the day with a sports fact. It’s also a fact that he felt Harley would know, it says he is a chemical engineer so that seems pretty reasonable, he’s also a huge fan of the Philidelphia Eagles.

It seems weird to know facts like that because Peter has no idea if any of them are real.

“Circle message, Ha I guess you're too hard to trick then, but yes my calendar choose a weird one today. Do you think mantis would appreciate it? It talks about gems.”

Mantis was their resident crystal healer which sounded cool in theory but once again Peter had no idea if that was real either. She seemed to be good at reading people as she had sent the last two home and both were revealed to be catfish in their final video diaries. Peter was really hoping nobody else that was left was a catfish because they were getting very close to the final.

Harley pops up again, “I think that is really sweet of you to think of her Peter when reading that, and I do think she would seriously enjoy it.”

That puts a smile on Peter’s face because he had the same thought, he finishes brushing his teeth and ends the conversation, “circle message back, I’ll talk to her soon, you too, hope to talk later,” he’s happy with it adding a smiley face at the end, “circle end conversation.” As the words come out of his mouth the screen goes back to the circle home screen and Peter movies on with his day.

In the end, he doesn’t care if Harley isn’t Harley if his favourite colour isn’t yellow like he says or if he actually barracks for the New England Patriots, he just hopes he is just as loveable.

When he makes breakfast he always talks to Tony and Bucky who kind of feel like his parents in this whole situation, which seems strange seeing as he was very sure they were hitting on him previous to them realising he was only 21. It certainly seems that they know each other and that makes Peter trust them.

Bucky message the group first, “so how did Mr Harley take your morning fact this morning? Did you tell him the biblical one?”

It’s very much like Bucky Barnes, he is ex-military according to his profile and one of the pictures he displays on his profile includes him and a black man, his partner Rhodey, in military gear, Rhodey in blue and Bucky in a green cameo. Peter rolls his eyes as he sees Tony typing next, “let the kid breathe, he’s probably hyperventilating, over sexual attention from Harley.”

He knew this type of comment would come and according to Bucky Tony has no room to talk because in college he slept with anybody with a working heartbeat.

Peter still writes down in his notebook that Bucky is still uncertain if Harley is a catfish and Tony, well Tony is being Tony. “Circle message,” Peter says as he snaps close his notebook, “uh we had a great conversation, he questioned the fact that my calendar would give a biblical fact but other than that he seemed to stay on track.” It’s the complete truth because Peter doesn’t really know anything but the truth.

Peter feels left out It was only an hour ago that the alert had come to prepare to vote for the last round before the final before the final five would meet for the first time in person.

This season you can see who is chatting by the little icon next to their profile head and everybody is chatting but him.

It doesn't mean he'll get voted out, he feels great about the other people in the circle, and he expects that Harley, Bucky or Tony would place him high, Mantis and Wanda he's not as confident. But he has been nice to everyone and completely honest, he is Peter.

When the alert alarm finally comes on his screen Peter feels relieved because all the annoying texting that had been going on was diminished.

Harley's face comes up first in the 6th spot and Peters follows him not long after in the 4th. Bucky and Mantis become influencers shown by the star next to their name and Peter thinks it's okay they both like him right?

Wrong because he gets left out, not even invited to go to someone else's room, instead told he will meet them at the grand final.

The games are over for him, but it's not for Harley.

When his face shows up on their screens the next morning it's not a shock that he’s real, more of a shock that he's gone.

The final is incredibly scary for Peter because he still hasn’t seen Harley yet, because unlike Peter he made it to the final five and Peter couldn’t be happier with the result. He sits at the bar with everyone else enjoying drinks and dressed in their finest, the suit he’s wearing appeared on his doorstep one day and he thought it came from the producers but the note attached to it proved otherwise, ‘go get him kid - Tony’.

It feels nice that somebody is rooting for him in the mess that this game subsequently became, but he made so many friends through it all with not much care if they were catfish. He talks to Wade who explains that he’s much more comfortable in his skin since getting caught catfishing as [], because everybody made him feel better.

“And welcome your final five!” Michelle Buteau announcers to the cameras and the past contestant, who all whoop and cheer, “let’s welcome in the illusive, Mr Bucky Barnes,” Bucky comes out just as Peter expected from the photos except with his hair cut short and a much cleaner beard. 1 out of 5, not catfish, pretty good, “and his partner in crime in real life and on-screen Mr Tony Stark, ladies and gentlemen,” Tony is similar as he struts out like he owns the place, with all the confidence in the world as he gives Bucky a hug for the first time in 4 weeks.

It gives Peter hope.

Mantis comes out next and is actually revealed to be Peter Quill and one of the girls beside Peter, Gamora, starts crying at the shock of it not being the person she expected. Peter remembers them being close in the game and to see such a shock makes his stomach drop. What if that’s him and Harley?

Wanda is completely herself smiling and yet still mystical in a way that you wonder if she could bite your own head off. She talks about her girlfriend at home, Natalie and that she was glad she didn’t come on as single because now she has made countless platonic friendships that mean more to her than she thinks love could have. Peter thinks similarly being able to know Tony and Bucky with promises one day he’ll get to meet Rhodey and talk his head off about Tony and his time at MIT.

“Last but certainly not least we have our Kentucky lover from Rosefield Tenasse, Harley Keener,” Peter closes his eyes squeezing Gamora's hand, he doesn’t want to open them but Gamora squeezes his hand back and he feels like he has to. The man he opens his eyes to see is not Harley Kenner, at least not the man in the photos Harley Kenner.

One of the cameras gives a close-up on Peter’s face as it twitches and turns before Michelle Buteau redirects it towards the potential winners, “now Ned isn’t it?” She turns to Harley and the small guy nods his head. Harley and Ned definitely aren’t the same because Ned is quite short and he had described Harley as 6’1 and the guy is more like 5’4.

Ned keeps smiling over at Peter and Peter just smiles back because this is the guy he’s been talking to every morning for 4 weeks straight nearly.

“Can I just say,” Ned takes the mic and looks over at Peter, “I am entirely the person I presented on the show, except for the sports, I’ve never been to a football game before,” every body laughs, Peter included, “but I really do want to stay friends with you all and maybe more,” Ned looks directly into Peter’s eyes?

Who cares about the 250,000, Peter has a Ned to meet.

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