An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 7/8
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darcy Lewis & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis
Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Multiverse, time travel - future, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Hot Tub Time Machine - Freeform, Background Jane Foster/Thor, apocalyptic wasteland
Series: Part 54 of Bingo Bonanza, Part 3 of Accident Prone
Summary:
The conversation continues and then there are tentacles.
Bingo info under the cut @darcylewisbingohq @buckybarnesbingo @warmandfluffybingocards
Title: And Then There Were Tentacles
Squares Filled:
DLBHQ Weekly Challenge: Cute Monster Week
DLBHQ, Adopted Prompt: Too Many Tentacles
Bucky Barnes Bingo (B038): Y1, Visiting The Vet
Warm and Fluffy Bingo: N3, We Found A Kitten Cat
Author: ibelieveinturtles
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes
Rating: T
Tags/Warnings: Multiverse, Time Travel
Summary: The conversation continues and then there are tentacles.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Like Looking In A Mirror
by rebelmeg
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tony Stark & His Twin Sister
Characters: Tony Stark, Tony's Twin, Original Female Character(s), Dummy (Iron Man movies), You (Iron Man movies), Jarvis (Iron Man movies)
Additional Tags: Tony's a twin, partially inspired by those genderswap app things, Iron Man 1, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has a Sibling, The crazy genius engineer has a crazy genius artist twin, Bots Shenanigans
Summary:
In between launching himself at his workshop ceiling and managing not to launch himself into his workshop ceiling ten days later, Tony receives a visitor that very few people know about.
Notes: Another multi-event fic for the hoard! For @flufftober day 2 – Family, Friends, Loved Ones, my @lyricalescape Bingo square O1 – Paranoid, and my @warmandfluffybingocards square G1 – Distracting them with affection
This fic has been hanging out in my WIPs for a long time, then recently I saw a whole bunch of those celebrity genderswap pics that were a fad for a minute. Suddenly Ellie had a face (that didn't look like RDJ in drag in Sherlock Holmes 2), and that motivated me to get this done! I'm all for Tony having all of the love and support, so here's my take on a Stark Sibling that spoils the bots and takes none of her brother's shit.
Summary: Dean finally lives the life he deserves and dreamed of.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Wife!Reader
Side pairing: Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy
Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, overprotective Dean, implied smut, cuddling & snuggling, Dean is a horny dog, a hint of dirty talk and dirty fantasy
Rating: Teen
Idea by: @elle14-blog1
Trope: Pregnancy
@warmandfluffybingocards: Square 16: Breakfast in bed
@anyfandomgoesbingo: Square 7: Decorating the nursery
Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023
Your last battle was the day Dean told you he loves you. He didn’t want to waste another moment without having you in his arms.
Chuck, or God if you want to call that jackass so, fell without glory.
Jack went to heaven, and Castiel accompanied him to make sure no one tried to abuse the young man’s powers ever again.
Since that day, you have been living a normal life.
While everyone else dreams of a more exciting life, you are happy to have a normal and boring life.
While you turned your back on the hunter’s life, you turned the bunker into a warm and cozy home. (We don’t talk about the room where Dean stored all the weapons.)
Only because you stopped hunting doesn’t mean Dean doesn’t act like an overprotective bodyguard when it comes to you. You’re his wife, the future mother of his children, and the reason to keep on going for him.
“Sweetheart,” Dean pokes his head inside the kitchen. “No…no!” He tuts. “I told you; I’m going to make breakfast.” Your husband watches you run one hand over your grown belly while stuffing a pickle into your mouth.
“I’m having cravings,” you chew audibly while your husband makes a fuss. He doesn’t want you to leave your bedroom or the bed. If it was up to Dean, he’d wrap you in a dozen blankets and never let you leave the bed again. “And no one is going to attack us here.”
“You don’t know that” your husband argues. He steps inside the kitchen and wraps his arms around you, making you groan. “I need to keep you safe and happy.”
“Last night you made me very happy.”
Dean snickers as he remembers the way you were writhing on his cock.
“I remember you were a begging mess, Y/N. Loud and naughty. Just the way I like you.”
“Dean, we can’t make out in the kitchen again. Sammy will kill us,” you whine as your husband kisses down your neck. “I mean it, baby. We can’t get caught again.”
“But getting caught is half the fun,” Dean laughs in your neck, making you giggle. “Alright. If you are a good girl and go to our bedroom to lie down, I’ll make you the best breakfast you ever ate. I promise it’s not my dick.”
“You’re lucky I love you, Mr. Winchester. You’re a very naughty man,” you chuckle as he whispers dirty nothings in your ear. “If you don’t want to end up getting caught by your brother and Eileen, we better go back to our bedroom.”
“Sex before breakfast. I knew you were the one…” He hums in your neck. “But after you’ll eat all the delicious things I’ll cook for you…”
“A red rose, and food, huh,” Sam watches his brother carry a tray filled with breakfast and a single red rose out of the kitchen. “Did you leave some food for us?”
“Sure, Sammy,” Dean grins. “My wife needs the food. I wore her out.”
Sam shakes his head. Sometimes his brother has no shame…or like ever. “Luckily she’s already pregnant or you’d get her pregnant.”
“Who says I won’t get her pregnant again?” Dean chuckles. “We are having twins. Next time, I’ll fill her with triplets.”
“What do you say? Will she like it?” Dean shows his brother and Eileen the U-shaped pregnancy pillow he got for you. He has it draped over his shoulder to show it to Sam. “It’s good for the babies and her, right?”
Eileen smirks as her brother-in-law excitedly tells them about all the things he bought for you and the babies.
“It’s nice of you to get the pillow,” she finally says. Dean looks adorable with all the stuffies tugged under his arm. “What do you want to do with the rest?” She questions.
“While Y/N is having a nap, I’m going to decorate the nursery. We are almost done, but she’s a little under the weather this week. I’ll finish it and show her everything when she feels better.”
“Do you need help?” Sam offers willingly. “We are going finish the nursery faster if we work together.”
“Are you sure, Sammy?”
Sam flashes his brother a smile. “Well, I’m counting on your help when we are having triplets…”
“I love the pillow,” Dean states as you and your husband lie on the bed, the pregnancy pillow wrapped around your bodies. “They were right. It’s perfect for snuggling and cuddling.”
You grin as Dean moves impossibly closer to hide his face in your neck. “I heard you finished the nursery.”
“Sammy and Eileen helped. If there’s something you do not like, blame Sammy.”
“I know that I’ll love it,” you mumble sleepily. “Just like I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart, and the little beans,” he whispers in your ear while moving one hand to your belly. “I’ll always protect you and our babies. Always.”
Warnings: angst, strong reader, mentions of former heartbreak, fluff
Rating: Teen
Square 4 filled for @marvelfluffbingo (expired): Pillow forts
Square 10 filled for @warmandfluffybingocards: Build a pillow fort
Big girls don’t cry masterlist
The first time a boy broke your heart was at the age of six.
He only played with you to get free cupcakes and cookies at one of your grandmother’s bakeries.
You caught him kissing another girl’s cheek. He just shrugged and said that you are chubby and scare him.
You shrugged, called him out, and shoved him. That little shit landed on his ass, in a puddle. His pants were soaked, and he ran home, crying like a baby.
The second time a boy broke your heart was harder.
You were twelve and he was your first crush. He liked hanging out with you and gave you your first kiss.
But when your classmates asked if you are his girlfriend, he said you’re just the fat girl helping him with his homework. Not even a friend.
This time, you shoved the bastard against a wall, sized him up, and called him a dipshit. Before you walked away like a queen, not a girl with a broken heart.
You didn’t cry. Not in front of him or your nosy classmates. The first teardrop fell the moment the door of your room closed behind you. You called in sick and built a pillow fort to hide from the world.
The next time a boy broke your heart you were prepared. You knew something was wrong when he started to text you less. One of his dick head friends made a stupid comment and the next moment your boyfriend decided you are not the girl he wants to take to prom.
You kicked his balls, making him cry. And later, you remodeled his car with a baseball bat when you caught him in the backseat with some other girl.
People said you should try anger management. You said people should stop judging others by their size and cheating on their partners.
After that, you stayed on your own for a while. No man got the chance to break your heart until you met a blue-eyed hunk sweeping you off of you your feet. Literally.
He ran you over on his way to a meeting. Steven Grant Rogers. Your hero in an expensive suit wanted to pick you up.
He didn’t care that you told him you’re too heavy or, that you can get back up on your own. Steve insisted on helping you up and carrying you toward the nearby bench. You protested but he canceled his meeting and invited you for dinner to make things up to you.
That’s how you ended with a broken heart yet again.
Now, ...
“Baby doll, I gotta go,” Steve whispered in your ear. He pressed a soft kiss to your ear shell as you wrapped your arms around him. “I’ll be back in a week and have all the time in the world for my girl.”
“It’s alright,” you mumbled. “Dad wants me to check on the newest store. The baker is not good.” You sighed. “If only I wasn’t the best baker in town.”
“In the state.”
“Last time you said in the world.” You lifted your head to look at Steve. “Did you find a better baker yet?”
He grinned. “Of course not, baby doll.” Steve hastily said. “I’m not much of a cake eater, but I love your cookies, cupcakes, and muffins.”
“I hope you don’t compliment my food to get me in your bed, Sir,” you joked. “You know, I’m not the kind of girl to forgive you if you insult my cake!”
“I know how to make things up to my girl,” he purred in your ear. “I’ll be so good to you when I’m back from my business trip. I promise to have more time for you from now on. I just need to…”
“Take over another company?” you teased. “You’re like a vampire, sucking an already weak victim dry.”
“That’s not how we do business. You know that.”
“Steve, you and your partners buy companies and fire people all the time.”
“I save companies in trouble.”
“Let’s not fight,” you stopped the discussion before it got out of hand. You don’t like Steve’s job, or the fact that he buys companies that are in trouble. “We have different opinions about this, but you’re a good man, and I know you only fire people to save the company.”
“Come here.” Steve wrapped his arms around you to grope your plump ass. “That’s my girl.” He purred. “I can’t wait to come back to you.”
Square 25 filled for @warmandfluffybingocards: Carry you to bed
Square 2 filled for @jacklesversebingo: Bubbles
Warnings: a/b/o, fluff
Trope: a/b/o
Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023
A few months ago, …
“Why do we need a bathtub?” Dean cocks his head to watch you climb into a bathtub at Costco. “You only sit in your stink and dirt. A shower is much better. You jump under the spray, get clean and you don’t need all the fancy bath foam.”
“But—” you pucker your lips and sniffle. “What about the bubbles? I love long bubble baths and bath bombs. We could have a large bathtub and bathe together. You can scrub my back and I can snuggle into your chest.”
Dean licks his lips. He looks at the bathtub again, suddenly eager to join you. Your alpha climbs into the bathtub, humming. “Not bad. But this one is too small. We’ll need a bigger one.”
“Right! Especially if Sammy wants to use it too,” you point out. You’ve got your alpha where you want him and won’t go home without buying a bathtub.
"Sammy got stinky feet, and we won't let him use our bathtub."
“We can have a shower too.” You look around the store. “You know, to shower together.”
“Uh-huh,” he nods thoughtfully. “You know, shower sex is complicated and dangerous, sweetheart.”
“So, it’s decided. We are going to get a bathtub and a shower,” you conclude. “The question is, which one do we want to buy?”
Now, …
You decided on a corner sunken tub for your corner master bathroom. It’s large enough for you and Dean. And with windows on both sides, you have a perfect view of the garden while taking a bath.
Dean built the rustic log cabin compound with his own hands. And a little help from his brother. Sam has a cabin close by. Even though you stopped hunting a few years ago, your home is warded. You’re out of business, but the demons and monsters lurking in the dark didn’t get the message.
“What do you think?” you lean back against Dean’s chest and sigh. He doesn’t answer, busy running his hands up and down your arms. “Dean? It’s a great bathtub, right?”
“It was a lot of work,” he grumbles. “At least it was worth the hard work. I got my sweet omega. Naked…”
“Dean,” giggling you slap his thigh. “I don’t want to get dirty again. Keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Winchester.”
“Ma’am you got into the bathtub with me. Of course, I’ll try to touch the sweet omega snuggling into my chest.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“I’m irresistible.”
“That you are.”
“The water is getting cold, sweetheart. We should get out,” he kisses your shoulder. “I know you like the bathtub, but we don’t want to freeze.”
You sigh but slowly get out of the bathtub.
Dean wraps you in a fluffy towel to gently rub you dry. “You smell so good. I could eat you alive.” He sniffs at your neck. “But I’ll bring you to the bathroom first.”
He wraps his arms around your back and behind your knees to pick you up in bridal style. Dean holds you close to his body as you nuzzle your face in his shoulder.
“I’m a little cold,” you mumble sleepily.
“I’ll warm you up, Y/N,” Dean walks a little faster toward the bedroom. It’s warm and cozy inside. He made sure of it. “There we go.”
He carefully puts you on the bed. “I can dress myself, Dean,” you laugh as he wants to help you get dressed. “Dean!”
“Alright…alright. But hurry up and get under the covers. I want you warm and comfortable.”
You change into your nightie and crawl under the covers. Dean follows suit, immediately wrapping you in his strong arms.
Summary: You and Lee spend a rainy day on the couch.
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader
Warnings: fluff, snuggling & cuddling, a hint of low self-esteem, established relationship
A/N: Please be aware I mostly do not write canon for Lee.
Rating: Teen
Words: 485
Square filled for @warmandfluffybingocards: Square 17: Weird nicknames
Square filled for @sebastianstanbingo: Square 7: Planting flowers
Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023
“No. It’s raining again,” you sigh deeply as the weather just ruined your plans for today. “Crap. Why today out of all days.”
For days you have prepared a romantic picnic for you and Lee to celebrate your second anniversary. Now the rain has not only ruined the tulips you planted in the backyard, but your plans too.
“What’s wrong?” Lee stands next to you. He looks out of the window. “Oh no, the rain ruined the flowers we planted.” He runs his hand over your back, knowing how much you loved the tulips. “We can plant new ones, Chipmunk.“
“I know, Stud-Muffin,“ you nod, but your eyes are sad. “It’s just, that I had this whole day planned. I already packed the picnic basket and now it’s raining.”
“How about we go out? I’ll take you out for dinner, Y/N.” Lee glances at you. He sighs as you shake your head. “Why not?”
“I hate when people watch me eat. Most of the time, I feel like they judge me because of my size. I can’t even eat dessert without feeling guilty.”
“My sweet little chipmunk, I don’t care what people think about you or me. If you want to eat dessert, you’ll get it,” Lee states. “If you don’t want to go out. What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. I prepared the food and got the wine you like so much. I even baked your favorite pie,” you sniffle. “Now everything is ruined.”
“Wait here, Y/N,” Lee pecks your cheek. “I got an idea, chipmunk…”
“All done. Now close your eyes and follow me,” Lee covers your eyes with his hands and guides you inside the living room. “I hope you like it.”
“What did you do?” You gasp when Lee drops his hands, allowing you to see. He placed the picnic blanket on the couch and placed the food you prepared on the coffee table. Lee even lit candles all over the room and shut the blinds. “This is beautiful, Lee.”
“Only because of the food you prepared,” he sheepishly admits. “I know it’s not the park, or a fancy restaurant, but welcome to Casa Bodecker. We have food, wine, and free cuddles.”
You giggle. “I’ll take a slice of the pie, some wine, and lots of cuddles.”
“Let me prepare a plate for you, Y/N,” Lee points at the couch. “Have a seat, and get comfortable. I’ll be right there for you.”
You sit on the sofa and wrap yourself in one of the blankets Lee placed on the couch.
“I’ll take those cuddles now Lee. I can eat later.”
“You sure?” Lee sits next to you. “Aren’t you hungry?”
You scoot closer to rest your head against his shoulder and cover Lee and you with the blanket. “That’s all I want.”
“Me too,” he kisses the crown of your hair. “Happy anniversary, Y/N.”
