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[newnewyorker93]

DUNCE DUM-E

After Tony (finally) goes to bed, U turns Dum-E's dunce cap into a proper party hat

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(for the May @tonystarkbingo Flash Bingo, card 2 - party)

[rebelmeg]

Pepper stared at the newly unveiled paddock and accompanying resident unblinkingly. “A horse.  You bought our daughter a horse.”

“A miniature horse, Pepper, practically snack-size, and why is it that she’s our daughter when I’ve done something naughty, but my daughter when she’s done something naughty?”

Pepper sent him a look, trying to be stern, but it wasn’t working.  He could see her eyes twinkling. “You’re not as charming as you think you are.”

Tony beamed as he kissed her cheek, consequently losing the red foam clown nose he’d been wearing to match his party hat. “You’re right, I’m even more charming.  Hey, Goona!  Whatcha gonna name your puppy?”

“It’s a horse, Dad!  And I’m naming her Ginger.”

“After Mom?  Ow!  Because she’s cute!  So cute!  Cute strawberry-blonde Mom, cute redhead horse, they’re both ginger, it makes sense!” Tony couldn’t quite stop laughing as he tried to duck the paper party cups his wife was throwing at him.

She wasn’t about to let him get away so easily, and chased him across the yard, dodging guests, chairs, and balloons. “I am going to smash birthday cake all over your face, Anthony Edward Stark!”

Morgan was hot on her parents’ heels, shrieking as her party hat and flower crown blew right off her head, “NOT MY UNICORN CAKE!  I HAVEN’T BLOWN OUT MY CANDLES!”

Birthdays with the Stark family were never boring.

This moodboard and ficlet are brought to you courtesy of the @tonystarkbingo May Flash, for my square “miniature horse” on Card 04!

[lbibliophile-mcu]

Tony Stark’s favourite colour actually isn’t red or gold. Shh, don’t tell anyone; it’s blue.

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For @tonystarkbingo​ - 020: dark secret

Title: Blue Square: 020 dark secret Ship: Ironfamily Rating: G Warnings/Major Tags: Ironfamily feels, Tony Stark has a heart (and it shines blue) Summary: Tony Stark’s favourite colour actually isn’t red or gold. Shh, don’t tell anyone; it’s blue.

[tonystarkbingo]

So, what’s up with those weird prompts on the flash bingo cards?

WELL, LEMME TELL YOU!

Mods rebelmeg and ceealaina collabed on them, and here is the reasoning behind the prompts.

Each card has: an MCU character that shared minimal screentime with Tony a classic Tony accessory a summertime locale a farm/farm animal prompt (yes, we’re channeling Old McDowney) a birthday-themed prompt

If you’ve got questions, let us know!

[starker-stories]

Donuts

Name of Piece - Donuts Card Number - 019 Name of Participant - starker-stories, von_gelmini Square Number - 1 Rating - G Pairing - Starker, Tony Stark/Peter Parker @tonystarkbingo​  August Flash Bingo

Card below the cut

There’s a floating free space this round, but I haven’t decided where I’m gonna use it yet.

[ceealaina]

Title: My Two Dads - Chapter 1 Collaborator Name: ceealaina Card: 017 - Cheeseburger Link: AO3 Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafes, Fluff, Background Relationships Summary: Tony doesn't know how many times he can explain to the idiots in his life that no, he Rhodey are not actually a couple. But then there's a snowstorm, and only one bed, and suddenly Tony's wondering if maybe HE was the idiot in his life all along. Word Count: 1162

“Okay, Morguna.” Tony steered his daughter to face the counter from where she’d been distracted reading all the posters on the community board. “‘S our turn, kiddo.” 

Morgan turned toward the cash with a broad grin, skipping forward and standing on tiptoes to peer over the top. “Hey Bucky Bear!” she chirped. 

Bucky grinned, leaning forward on his elbows so that he was mostly on her level. “Hey there, Morgi Corgi,” he replied, tweaking the tip of her nose and making her giggle. “What can I get you today?” 

“Coffee. Black,” she informed him, all seriousness. 

“Yeah, no,” Tony put in, like Bucky might actually fulfill her request. “No coffee until you’re 23, miss.” 

“Uh, rude!” Morgan gasped. “You drink coffee all the time, Daddy.” 

“Yup, and look where that’s gotten me. I peaked at 5’7.”

“Any second choices?” This was from Bucky, who had his chin in his hands and looked absolutely enthralled by everything that Morgan was saying; she’d had him wrapped around her finger from the first time Tony had brought her into the shop, cell phone in one hand, briefcase in the other, and Morgan cradled against his chest in her baby sling. 

“Hmmm.” Morgan wrinkled her nose, perusing the menu. “A cheeseburger!” 

Behind her, Tony rolled his eyes, fighting back the fond smile that threatened to cross his lips. “Now you’re just being silly. Come on, Morgan. Give Bucky your order.” 

Morgan hemmed and hawed a few more moments before finally settling on an açaí juice. (She was a weird kid. Tony had never been more proud.)

“You got it, pumpkin,” Bucky assured her, already sliding over Tony’s completed coffee without him having to place the order. “Hey, Stevie,” he called, toward the back room. “You got any cheeseburgers for the rabid mongoose?” 

“I’m not a mongoose!” Morgan protested, still giggling as Steve came through the swinging door with a tray balanced in his arms. 

“I do not,” he admitted regretfully. “I do, however, have a fresh batch of ginger cookies. And I think…” He squinted a little, carefully examining the tray. “Yep, I think one of them has your name on it. Literally.” 

He tilted the tray toward her, and Morgan’s eyes went wide as she spied her name, spelled out in bright orange frosting. She mouthed the letters to herself before turning to Tony with big, hopeful eyes. 

“Please, Daddy? Can I have the cookie? Pretty please.” 

“You're gonna spoil your dinner,” Tony protested, more because he thought he should than because he had any actual intention of not giving in. “Fine,” he added with a heavy sigh. “Just the one, though. I mean it, Morgan!” 

Morgan just nodded, only half listening and she stood on her tippiest of tip toes, taking her drink and her cookie and carrying them with painstaking care over to her favourite table. “Thank you, Daddy,” she told him. “You’re the bestest!” 

“Oh, hey,” Bucky teased, giving Tony a wink. “You hear that, Stevie? We’re in the company of the bestest.” 

Tony rolled his eyes at them and didn’t even attempt to hide the way he preened at his daughter’s compliment. “I am the bestest,” he informed them loftily. “And you two need to stop spoiling her, seriously. This is not conducive to good parenting.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Bucky just waved him off while Steve gave him a smart-ass grin. 

“That’s your job, Tony. We don’t have to worry about parenting.” 

“Eat me, Rogers. Besides, I’ve seen the way Sam looks at you when you’re hanging out with Morgan. I give it six months tops before he starts bugging you to wrangle up a couple kiddos of your own.” 

Bucky waggled his eyebrows at him. “He’s got you there, Stevie.” 

Steve didn’t bother to deny it. “Oh, hey, speaking of eating you,” he said, earning him a perplexed eyebrow raise from Tony. 

“And bets,” Bucky interjected. They both turned to him with creepily angelic looks on their faces, and Tony felt a headache coming on. 

“When’s your boyfriend coming by?” 

“Jesus Christ,” Tony muttered, pinching his nose. “For the billionth time, Rhodey is not my boyfriend. Didn’t one of you enter an active war zone to save the other one? You’d think if anyone was able to understand the power of platonic male friendship, it’d be the two of you.”

Steve shrugged. “And yet.” 

“To be fair,” Bucky added. “Morgan does refer to you as her two dads.” 

“Sounds like romance to me,” Steve added. 

“She’s four,” Tony protested. “She got a little confused by the concept of a godfather. Cut her some slack.” 

The two baristas both scrunched their noses up. “Did she though?” 

“And there goes your tip for the night,” Tony told them. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take my coffee and go sit with my daughter, who I like much more than either of you.” 

“Ooh. Burn,” Bucky said dryly. 

Tony was saved having to respond by Morgan’s sudden squeal of, “Uncle Rhodeyyyyyy!” and he glanced over his shoulder in time to see a whirl of purple as she launched herself at the man in question. Rhodey was beaming as he caught her easily, hugging her tight and then spinning around in circles so that her little legs flew out behind her and the shriek of her laughter filled the small cafe. 

Tony couldn’t help smiling at the sight of them. Pepper had never wanted kids, and when she’d ended up pregnant there had been a lot of discussions of what they were going to do. While she was very much a regular presence in her life, she wasn’t a parent, and Tony had never regretted that decision. It didn’t mean he hadn’t been batshit terrified the moment the tiny, wrinkly little baby had been placed in his arms. But Rhodey had been there right from the beginning, stepping up before Tony even had a moment to shoot him frantic puppy dog eyes. He’d fallen in love with Morgan just as quickly as Tony had, and he’d been with them every step of the way. Tony knew that Steve and Bucky just liked to fuck with them, but really, he could understand why Morgan had gotten the role of godfather and actual father confused. 

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he grabbed the second coffee that Bucky was sliding over and made his way over to them. Rhodey had slung Morgan over his back and she was draped over his shoulder telling him some long story about her adventures in the ocean with an octopus. 

“Thank god you’re here,” Tony breathed, taking a sip of his coffee and letting the sweet, sweet caffeine wash over him. “The children are acting up tonight.” 

“Children, huh?” Rhodey arched an eyebrow at the counter and Tony glanced over his shoulder to see Bucky and Steve standing side-by-side at the counter, waving and smiling sweetly. Tony rolled his eyes and Rhodey shook his head. “Must be a full moon.”

@tonystarkbingo

[eirlyssa]

Bewitched

A fill for square Y5 - Magic of my @buckybarnesbingo​, as well as a fill for the @tonystarkbingo​ November flash 002 - “Witches/Witchcraft” - WinterIron - General Audiences.

Based on this Tumblr post.

Every single person in town knew about Tony. Incredibly attractive, insanely wealthy, astonishingly intelligent… and magical. It was difficult to find someone who was not fascinated with him, and his list of suitors went on and on.

Unfortunately, there had been one too many incidents with people trying to get into his good graces on false pretenses. His experiences had made him hesitant about getting close to people, let alone close enough to get romantically involved. As much as people tried, he couldn’t stop wondering if it was truly who they were, or if they were pretending in order to get something from him.

So he came up with a plan - he let all of his admirers know that he would marry the person who would enter his house with the key he’d attached to his cat’s collar.

For the first few weeks, it could best be described as a hunt. People fell over one another to try to catch the cat any way they could. But it was too smart, too fast, and it got away every time. No one even managed to get close to the cat, though there were a few people it would tolerate - notably, those who would not chase it too fiercely, though it was still wary around them.

Bucky had long ago figured out he didn’t stand a chance. Oh, he was certainly attracted to the other man, but a one-armed traumatized veteran didn’t even come close to being what Tony deserved.

So he herded his goats, and he watched as others tried and failed to catch the cat. He worried, sometimes, that they would hurt it, but it always managed to get away before that happened.

And then, one day, he found it watching him. At a distance, certainly, and it stiffened the moment it realized Bucky had noticed it, but it was just… there. He hummed, keeping his voice calm like he always did with skittish animals. “Wanted some rest from the hunt today, didn’t you? Don’t worry - I’ll keep my distance, you just relax.”

He stuck to that promise, keeping his distance and focusing on his goats. By the time evening fell and he had to return to the hut that was all he could afford, the cat was a lot more relaxed in his presence.

Despite that, he hadn’t expected it to come back the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that. But come back it did, sunbathing as Bucky took care of his goats the best he could. As the days went on, he found he’d started talking to the cat. Nothing big at first, just introducing his goats and telling the cat about them. And then he started mentioning thoughts he was having. And before he knew it, he was telling the cat about losing his arm as he tried his best to breathe through the panic.

Without warning, there was a warm weight sitting in his lap. The cat, looking up at him with what appeared to be concern, purring softly. Bucky was distracted enough that his breathing started to slow down, no longer a point of focus.

Instead, he looked reverently down at the cat. He didn’t think it had ever been this close to anyone else, except maybe Tony himself. But here it was, sitting in his lap, helping him out, and the feeling was indescribable.

Trembling, he reached out and touched that soft fur, stroking gently. The cat purred louder, nuzzling its head into his hand, and Bucky felt himself melt. “You’re a sweetheart, you know that? So sweet, helping me out, such a great cat,” he murmured, mesmerized by the smoothness of its coat on his work-rough hand. “So soft, so gorgeous, he must take great care of you.”

Still, he didn’t touch the key. It wasn’t about that, not right now. Instead, they sat together quietly in the warm sun, Bucky keeping up his gentle petting and the cat keeping up its soothing purring.

He’d expected it to be an exception, because he’d been panicking, but the cat kept coming back, coming close and allowing him to touch it. Which he did, happily - but he never touched the key, didn’t even make a motion as though he’d grab it.

They were sitting in the warm sun together, watching Bucky’s goats, when the cat pressed its neck into Bucky’s petting hands. Somehow, it managed to make its “mrow” sound like a question.

“Why I’m not taking it?” he asked, looking down at where the cat looked at him with inquisitive eyes. He should’ve figured that the familiar of someone as magical as Tony wouldn’t be any regular cat. “It’s… He did this to find someone good. Someone worthy. And I can’t say how much I’ve appreciated your presence, or how much I’d like to get to know him better, but… I sincerely doubt I’m the kind of person he’d like to have showing up with that key. I don’t want to walk into that house and… and have him look at me with disappointment.”

A headbutt pulled him out of his thoughts, and he smiled sadly down at the cat. “I just want him to smile, you know? Someone as amazing as him deserves to be happy.”

Suddenly, instead of a cat, it was Tony in his lap. Speechless, Bucky stared.

“I’d like to think we could make one another happy?” Tony said and, despite everything, he sounded almost shy. There was no mistaking the hopeful look in those beautiful eyes, though, or the way that he had willingly spent his time with Bucky these past weeks.

So, a little hesitant despite it all, Bucky reached out his one hand and took Tony’s, whose fingers interlaced with his like they were made to fit together. “I… I’d like to try,” he admitted.

When Tony smiled brightly, his entire being lighting up, he figured they were off to a good start at least.

[fightingforcreativity]

New Family Members

You can blame @rebelmeg​ for this! We were talking about bots and fills and suddenly she accosted me with the idea of Eve and Wall-E being friends with Tony’s bots. We made a deal then. She has a very very lovely cross stitch pattern now and I have this~ This is my entry for  @tonystarkbingo​ Flash Bingo (September Edition) Title: New Family Members

Collaborators: Fighting_for_Creativity 

Card Number: 023 

Link: https://fightingforcreativity.tumblr.com/post/630315029269495809/new-family-members

Square: FRIDAY

Ship: Tony with whoever you choose.

Rating: Teen and Above 

Tags: Cute, Bots, Bot Family, Tony’s army of bots,

Warning: none

Summary: Tony really shouldn’t tinker after watching a movie and running on little to no sleep. Albeit… Maybe he should do it more often.

Word Count: 735 (Fill below the cut)

'Oh... whoops?', Tony thought as he stared blurry eyed at a square-ish  robot chirping and rolling around his workshop. DUM-E was seemingly attached to that yellowish bot’s metaphorical hip and in the corner Tony could see a white hovering oval-shaped  bot quietly exchanging beeps with U and Friday.  

“FRI, baby girl, where do those bots come from? Do I have to pay someone to keep this shush shush?”

The slight static rumbling indicated his girl’s chuckling. Tony felt a wave of pride flooding him when she replied cheekily, “Only yourself, Boss. And maybe the rest of the family.”

Tony tried to look put out by this reply, he really tried, but when the yellow bot came to him and blinked with it’s big eyes, he couldn’t stop the big ass grin.

And if he cooed, that was no one's business but his.

“Hello, hello. And who are you?”

“WALL-E,” answered the small bot, outstretching its claw and reaching for Tony’s stained jeans. As soon as the name registered, the engineer realized what he had done.

“Oh. Oh god. Note to self, never watch movies with robots in them while running on 2 hours sleep for 57 hours and an unholy amount of coffee.”

“You want me to mark that done, Boss?”

“Na, it’s fine, Baby girl.” Then Tony turned back to the bot, who still looked at him with big, oh so gullible, eyes. ‘Gosh this bot is going to be the death of me.’

“Hello, Wall-E, you’ve  already found friends here?”

“Wall-E!” 

“Dum-E and you are probably best friends by now.” The happy chirp sound coming from both bots was confirmation enough. Tony loved his bots dearly, and adding one or two more didn’t seem such a bad choice now that the engineer got to talk with one. Just as he decided that yes, he would find room for the two new additions to his bot family, the second one, Eve if he remembered correctly from the movie, came over.

Tony watched and waited, curious to see how they bots interacted now that he was around.

Eve made a smiley face when Wall-E chirped at her and then turned to him, saying, “Hello Ton-E. I’m Eve. Thank you for housing us.”

Tony was taken aback by Eve’s articulation skill. None of his former bots had been that expressive. But alas, none of his bots had been programmed to act quite like Eve either.

So, after collecting himself, he smiled gently, reaching out his hand until Eve touched it in a mimicry action. Only then did he say, “You’re most welcome Eve. I hope you and Wall-E will come to love it here. But fair warning, I’m a bit loud sometimes.”

“That, boss, is an understatement.”

“Hey!”

The equivalent of laugher was heard from all corners of the shop as all the bots chimed in.

It ended in Tony sitting sulkingly on his chair mumbling, “Betrayal, from my own blood! How dare them all. That snark, that sass! Unbelievable.”

But all the bots knew he didn’t mean it, and those that weren’t sure, like Dum-E and Wall-E came rolling and doing what equals cuddling to him until Tony was laughing with them.

Throughout the day Tony managed to sort out a section for Eve and Wall-E to stay at, without the other bots intruding on their space because, -”No Dum-E, Eve and Wall-E’s space is their space because they are like me and my love. No interrupting while love time.” - and get to know the newest additions to his family.

In the evening he asked into the room, “What do you all want to do?”

Yes Tony had to do some SI stuff, and Avengers gear updates and -tomorrow waits for no one, love- , but he had decided that spending time with his family was more important. Seeing as his love wasn’t around at the moment, he sure as hell could spend his free time however he wanted.

In the end, they all watched a movie together. Wall-E and Eve, as the honorary new siblings, had picked it. The name was Big Hero 6.

As soon as Tony's eyes lay on the marshmallow like bot; as soon as Friday commented that he looked oh so lonely, Tony's head filled with schematics.

If a bit later his love told him "Tony no!", well seeing his bot family happy was worth whatever loving scolding he would gain.