#mcu countdown

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

25 Days of Daredevil Countdown to Born Again [7/25]

Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle/The Punisher

[ffuckerstarker]

Rhodey: How old is Peter again?

Tony: 15 years, 3 months, and 38 days.

Rhodey: uhm… okay. And how old are you..?

Tony: Fuck, I dunno. 40 something?

[daredevilsource]

frank castle’s monologue.

[risrambles]

putting this on my home screen to keep me motivated >>>

[chimichangasanddoorknobs]

Deadpool 3: [someone makes a gay joke about Logan and Wade]

Wade/Logan: *gasp, shock* Why, I never!

Deadpool 4: [someone makes a gay joke about Logan and Wade]

Wade/Logan: Yes. We are homosexuals.

~~~~~~~~~~~~COUNTDOWN~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Friday 8/16/24~~~~~~~~~~~~

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 632

Something I’ve been quietly pondering since first obsessively scouring the Wandavision concept art book is some of the costume designs for Agatha. Particularly these:

(Sourced from The Art of Wandavision, p. 148-9)

They’ve always stood out amongst the others - which had a similar scheme of exploring elegant, gothic, witchy elements. These four however are so different. Her costumes are eclectic and meshes garments of the past with contemporary ones, and it paints an interesting portrait of Agatha as a witch of many ages. Leather jackets, ripped t-shirts and jeans…were they articles from the present she found or enjoyed and added to her ensemble? Or something that was her trophy after a significant event, like how she claimed her mother’s broach after draining her magic and killing her? It’s really interesting how earthy her palette is, greens and browns and oranges. Organic shapes and the horns of the far right suggest a potential connection with nature.

And then, the teasers for Agatha’s show finally emerged. And Patti LuPone’s character was first shown:

(Credit to @ScarletWitchUpd on Twitter for these images)

The silhouette and organic shapes, the eclectic ornamentation? It could be absolutely disconnected, entirely based on a loose hunch…but something about her character design feelings reminiscent of those outliers in the Agatha concepts. Perhaps she is the exploration of the eclectic witch Agatha had the potential to be in those early Wandavision concepts? Time will tell

[notxjustxstories]

all my ocs in order ↳ Charlie Davenport, MCU, created 17.08.2019

Charlie's been a wannabe reporter and author since the moment she first picked up a pencil, a future Lois Lane as she calls herself. Despite this, she's pretty sedate until you get her talking about something she loves, then she can go on for hours. When her friend Raegan starts talking about time travel and infinity stones, she knows she's about to be handed the story of the century.

[shuririweek]

3 DAYS UNTIL SHURIRI WEEK BEGINS!

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[tarithenurse]

The switch

Fandom: MCU. Pairing/starring: Steve Rogers x fem!reader. Word count: 2969. Content: Body swap, ethics I guess (or lack of it because) smut (fingering, mini-handjob-ish, P in V). A/N: As per usual please like, comment, reblog. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.

The switch

Something went wrong. Some trigger or something had been set off the moment you and Steve entered the small side room to check it out: the door had slid shut and locked, the countdown begun. Then the light had flashed once so brightly you had to shield your eyes, unable to cover your ears then for the horribly whining sound that knocked you to your knees as if it had a physical power more than blasting your eardrums.

Blinking and not seeing anything, you call out for Steve. Your voice is warped and you figure that it’s the noise that’s done a number to your hearing...but everything feels wrong. More so when you blink again and your vision comes back, showing you most of your arms and both your hands.

Not me!

���Steve?!” you call again, painfully aware that it’s not your voice you hear.

“What...?” is the answer. In your voice.

And there you are, looking down at yourself in confusion and horror before meeting your gaze – meeting Steve’s gaze that is now you.

You feel stronger than normal when you get to your feet. Taller too from this point of view.

Reaching down to pull yourself up or rather pull Steve up, you’re baffled by how easy it is to pull him (You? Her? Them?) to the feet.

“What the fuck happened?” you ask.

“We...switched?” Steve has a hard time accepting the facts too.

You nod. “Well...we need to undo it, then.”

You both look around for a way to trigger the event again but all you had done was enter the place. Just then, an explosion rocks the building, reminding you both of the timed detonators you’d been planting everywhere.

“Banner and Stark with have to fix it,” Steve decides, “we’re out of time.”

---

It is surprisingly easy to convince everyone in the Tower of what has happened despite how impossible the whole thing sounds – mainly because the way each of you with your mannerisms just doesn’t match the body you have. You don’t normally speak so confidently, taking charge and giving orders. And Steve, he doesn’t normally desperately try to sit cross legged (which you might have to give up on because it’s squishing something) or withdraw to the corner of the room to avoid people looking at you. Him.

Either way: Banner is more than intrigued, promising to do what he can. Stark seems to be plotting something but whether it is a series of bad puns or something useful is yet to be determined.

“We’ll get right to it,” the inventor promises, patting Banner on the shoulder, “go get washed and stuff, you look like shit after the building almost falling down on you.”

Covered in dust and sweat, you would normally be the first to run off and relax in the luxurious shower...but this time? You look down over yourself (or rather, Steve’s body) and then meet his/yours gaze that’s filled with concern because how is this going to work out?

The others have left the room already, leaving you and Steve alone to figure out the conundrum.

“How...? But...?” Steve is stammering.

You’ve never heard him that hard pressed before but the effect is somewhat softened because it’s your voice and your body doing it. And because you feel the same trepidation.

It’s not like you haven’t looked at Steve: he’s hot and there’s no reason to deny it. But the idea of having to undress as him and lather the body in soap and – it threatens to become too much so you push the thought aside.

Instead you look to the floor. “I trust you.”

“I trust you too,” he breathes out. “But I would feel better if you were there?”

Head snapping up, you scrutinize your own face for any signs that it’s true and finding none of your usual tells of lying at least.

“Oh okay,” you mumble with Steve’s voice.

Walking side by side, you’re struck by the size difference. You’ve never considered yourself short but maybe you should have.

Steve-you glances up at you and sends a comforting smile. It’ll be alright. Somehow.

You go to your room first to gather some clean clothes. Seeing his big hands rummage through your underwear is strange, and sends a pulse of something you’re not familiar with into your groin at the idea of him knowing what you’ll be wearing under your clothes.

Then again: it’s nothing compared to the fact that he’ll be seeing you naked in a moment!

Then you shift to his room, feeling severely out of place. It’s perfectly neat, the bed made with military precision and not a single thing out of place except on the desk which is littered with sketchbooks and pencils – you cast a glance at it and are surprised to find sketches of everyone of the team...but mostly of you.

Stepping over, you pick up one of them. It’s you, deeply engrossed in a book and sitting in the corner of the couch with your feet tugged under you. It’s really good even if it’s just loose pencil strokes and sort of messy. Another is a study of your face, teeth digging into your bottom lip as if you’re thinking or trying to remember something.

“You weren’t meant to see them,” your voice apologizes and you turn to Steve-you who’s wringing the hands awkwardly.

“They’re good. Really good,” you assure him.

Putting the drawings back, you refocus on the task at hand and start investigating the suit you find yourself wearing. There are a lot more zippers and buckles than you at realized at first glance, confusing you as to where to start so you’re happy when Steve-you steps up and silently begins to help you out.

It feels good with the cool air on your skin, as the outer layer is discarded and you’re left with a tight t-shirt and boxers. And socks. Seeing as that’s the easiest place to start, you remove them and then the t-shirt.

You try to look at anything except yourself or rather Steve’s body. You also don’t want to look at yourself, afraid of seeing how uncomfortable Steve must be. Unfortunately that means you’re looking around the room, spotting the reflection of the scene in the large mirror on the wardrobe.

Fuck. Steve is hot.

Something warm coils into your belly but then radiates lower and becomes a throb you hadn’t expected. Screwing your eyes shut, you realize that the shower will be a serious problem and that maybe it had been better if you’d each dealt with it on your own.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks.

You nod, maybe a bit frantically. “Yeah, sure.”

Turning to face him-you, you see he is unzipping the suit after having taken the boots off. He makes a point out of keeping eye contact which makes the movements a bit fumbling.

“Let me help,” you offer, stepping closer.

It’s strange to see Steve’s hand pulling the sports bra over your head. It’s even weirder (and more troublesome) as you kneel to drag down the undies. You can feel the cheeks you currently have blushing and you feel that odd throb in your groin again when your usual feet step out of the underwear so you can lay it aside with the dirty stuff.

“You too,” Steve-you reminds you.

He still hasn’t sneaked a glance at the body he possesses and you are grateful for that. But when you push down the boxers, it’s like something is in the way and both of you glance down just as the elastic fabric lets go of what turns out to be more than a half-hard cock.

“I’m so sorry!” you sputter, eyes wide with horror and shame as you look at the owner of the erection.

“It-it happens,” he waves you off, unsure where to look to himself. “Let’s just...”

You follow the smaller figure, for the first time noticing the sway of the hips, into the bathroom where Steve-you turns on the water. Errant droplets fall on the breasts, making the nipples pucker and you see the twitch in the hands as though they want to wipe the cold away but stop just in time.

“It’s okay,” you mumble, voice raspy and low which sounds way too good for you, sending a new throbbing through you.

“It’s just...not how I imaged it.”

“What?”

Steve shrugs with your shoulders as if trying to hide. “Seeing you naked for the first time...”

It takes a few seconds for the words to sink in. The meaning behind them.

“You have...oh,” you whisper, suddenly a lot more relaxed because you had thought it was only you.

“Sorry, I know you don’t think of me that way but I -”

He never gets further because you turn Steve-you around, grabbing the familiar face and planting a kiss on the lips. A sharp intake of breath. Small hands find your shoulders, your neck, drawing you closer.

And then it happens: just for a split second, you’re back in your own body. It doesn’t hold but it’s enough to become aware of how Steve tastes, how his lips feel on your own. Both of you break off, gasping and looking at each other with wide eyes. Could this be the way to get back to normal?

“Did you?” you gasp.

“Yes!”

Lips meet again. Hasty, messy and with teeth clicking against each other until you both slow down a bit. You got lost in the feeling of it and allow the large hands to slide down your actual back, feeling the goosebumps spread in waves from the fingertips.

Again. A split second or maybe two this time. You in your own body pressed against Steve, his cock twitching against your abdomen. And you feel the heavy need in your core, spurring you on even if you’re back where you belong.

But then you’re not. Once more you’re in Steve’s body, dizzy and frustrated in more than one way.

Maybe that’s why you don’t object when he-you pull you under the water and reaches down to grab the throbbing shaft. You can’t help it – neither the groan you let free nor looking at what is happening.

Pulling down towards the base slowly, the hand looks so small around the cock. It’s mushroomy tip is red and angry, sensitive to the water that’s falling. Going back up, the thumb brushes the downside of the cock-head gently but insistently, making your knees buckle as it sends a pulse of something intense through your body.

“Fuck,” you gasp.

“Want me to stop?”

“No! I mean...no...it’s just...” you try to find the right word. “Intense? Different?”

A smile, sweet but not innocent as you would have expected from Steve even in your body.

“There’s...I always wondered...” he begins but then lets the sentence hang.

You understand him anyways: how does it feel for the other? Now is your chance to find out.

Reaching past, you grab the shampoo and gentle start to wash his or technically your hair the way you normally like it. Rubbing the scalp until you hear a little moan as Steve stands there with closed eyes and hands resting on your now broad chest.

After rinsing it out, you take the soap and lather up the body, feeling the curves in a whole new way and paying special attention to the spots you know are sensitive, causing Steve to whimper softly as you roll the nipples between your fingers for instance.

But where he’s been purring with delight all the time, he falls silent when your fingers reach the V of your thighs, pushing in between the folds to wash there. You can feel a slipperiness that’s different from the water and the soap. Making sure to spread it to the sensitive nub, you circle the clit carefully, allowing Steve to really feel what it’s like. His hands curl into fists on your chest and he lets out a shivering breath.

Slowly, you speed up, rubbing tight circles that match the breathing that speeds up, breasts heaving and eyelashes fluttering.

“I...I can’t...it’s...” he mewls with your voice.

Taking a moment to turn the smaller body in your embrace, a strong arm around the waist for support. You gently slip a finger into the core to gather the abundant slick. It makes Steve’s breath hitch and you can’t help but wonder if you do that too normally.

“Just feel it,” you murmur into an ear as you switch between pumping into the fluttering core and rubbing circles on the clit, “it’s okay...I want you to know.”

He comes with a strangled moan. Legs giving after as pleasure surges through the body and you’re happy you’re strong enough now to hold the weight for you both.

In a flash, you’re in your own body, overwhelmed by the intensity of the orgasm that still is rolling through you.

“Steve!” you cry out. His finger is still on your clit, just pressing but not moving – it’s your body that’s shivering on the digit, creating a minimal friction. “It worked it -”

And then you’re back. Out of breath and hovering over yourself. Steve can’t help but moan as the aftershock hits him.

It’s tempting to continue, to power on in the hope that it will make the switch back permanent, but Steve’s a wreck and you decide to be nice because you would have wanted that for yourself. So you rinse the soap away and help him-you refind the balance.

Then you wash yourself, now less worried about the nudity, and eventually exit the shower where Steve is waiting for you.

Barely towelled dry, you can’t keep your hands and lips to yourselves and it because a messily tangled trip to the bed where you allow Steve-you to push you down before crawling onto you.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” you say, voice raspy with need.

“Don’t stop.”

That’s all you need to hear and you tumble you and Steve over so you’re on top, hips slotted between the plush thighs. You still have a boner, and now you watch as nimble hands guide the head of it to the entrance, sliding it back and forth to spread the juices and make the slide easier. You’re not even pushing in and already it feels good.

“Will it hurt?” Steve suddenly asks, big eyes full of worry.

“It’s a...” you glance down. Yeah. It’s big. But you’ll be careful. “I’ll go slow and you just stop me if it’s too much.”

“Alright. You too.”

Pushing in with your hips you don’t get far before your brain short circuits and you decide it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt in this body. Tight and warm and soft. You’re holding your breath and now you have to let go of it, a ragged gasp that’s echoed from Steve.

“So good,” he mewls.

“Yeah,” you agree.

Pushing in inch by inch, you take your pauses to allow both of you to get used to the feeling but there’s an urge inside you to just...thrust. Pulling back a bit, you test it out. And then again just for good measure. Okay no, this is the best you’ve ever felt in this body as you thrust in and out slowly, sheathing the cock fully and making your body beneath you tense up so prettily. Steve’s holding on to your shoulders for dear life, legs wrapped around your waist.

“Fuck,” you groan.

Something is dragging along your cock, bumps or ridges under the silken smoothness. It feels so good. You can feel something tightening inside you and you instinctively know you won’t last long – too overwhelmed by all the sensations.

“Touch yourself like I did in the shower,” you gasp.

Snaking a hand between your bodies, Steve-you does as you say and is soon out of breath, whining and moaning and begging so prettily for something. Anything. You know that feeling and you’re sharing it with him now, wanting so badly to cum.

“Just a bit more,” you promise, upping the pace.

There’s a flash where everything is different: you lying under Steve who shakes his head at the change. He’s so deep inside you, you can feel his cock kissing your cervix. And you’re right there, right on the edge.

It all changes back but now it’s like a part of you is being sucked inside of your groin and you can’t keep the rhythm going instead you just ram into the sweet wetness that’s gripping your cock so tight until suddenly it all explodes and your soul is being shot out through your dick that you press so deep you can. You can’t see anything, can’t think. Just feel the pleasure as it rocks your body white hot.

“Fuck,” you groan but it’s your own voice and it’s your cunt pulsing around Steve’s cock. It’s you who’s clawing onto he’s shoulders.

Steve isn’t saying anything. As you peel your eyes open you can see that he’s got his eyes screwed shut and lips digging into the plush of his bottom lip. But he is himself and you are you.

For a moment you just lie there, letting the waves of the orgasm and aftershock roll through you while you wait for the inevitable to happen...but you remain yourself and Steve opens his eyes to look at you, smiling shyly.

“That was...damn!” he admits.

“Yeah.”

Reaching up to kiss him, you’re happy that he reciprocates without hesitation.

But he’s frowning when he pulls back a moment after. “How are we going to explain this to Bruce and Stark?” he asks.

“We’ll just say it went back to normal on its own?”

“And us?” You can see the concern in his pretty blue eyes.

You swallow. “I don’t want normal anymore, please.”

“Me neither.”

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

25 Days of Daredevil Countdown to Born Again [6/25]

Wilson Bethel as Benjamin Pointdexter/Bullseye

[daredevilsource]

CHARLIE COX AS MATT MURDOCK/DAREDEVIL in the new TV spot for ‘daredevil: born again.’

[risrambles]

31 DAYS UNTIL THUNDERBOLTS!!!

[gunsandspaceships]

MCU Timeline: Iron Man 2. Part 2

Part 1

2010

May 11, night - Stark Expo opening. Blood toxicity - 19%.

May 12, 9:00 am - 3:30 pm - Tony at the Senate Armed Services Committee hearings.

May 13, evening:

Tony is back home and has a video conference in 4 hours. Blood toxicity - 24%. 362 days of Expo left.

Tony (unofficially for now) appoints Pepper as CEO of SI.

May 14 - Tony officially transfers the management of the company to Pepper.

Note: confirmation of 2010 from S.H.I.E.L.D. dossier. The Avengers (deleted scene).

Between May 14 and May 23 - Tony hires Natasha as his new PA.

May 23 - Tony in Monaco. Vanko attacks him on the race track. Blood toxicity - 53%.

BAMF achievement: are you talking about Afghanistan, Tony?

May 24, 7:32 am PT - Tony and Pepper are on the Stark Jet flying home from Monaco. Three hours into the flight, Stern is interviewed by MSNBC.

May 25:

Hammer arranges Vanko's escape and brings him to his place. Ivan begins work on drones, his reactor 2.0 and a suit.

Night - Tony searches for information about Vanko after he was declared dead.

Another f*ck up in dates - the screens say 05.06.10. For that to be true, we'd have to move Tony's birthday and change the Expo countdown.

May 29 (Saturday):

Tony's birthday. Blood toxicity - 89%.

10 pm - party.

Rhodey steals Mark II and fights Tony, then flies away.

May 30:

Morning - after ~10 hours of doing something somewhere Rhodes finally brings Mark II to Edwards Air Force Base.

Tony eats donuts in a donut. Fury and Natasha give him a pep talk and lithium dioxide.

Hammer brings Ivan not his bird and notices that he makes drones, not suits.

USAF calls in Hammer to outfit stolen Mark II with his weapons.

Afternoon - Fury tells Tony that Howard was the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. and gives him a chest of Howard's things.

Evening - Hammer gets his hands on Mark II and turns it into "War Machine".

Tony looks through his father's notes and receives his message recorded in 1973.

May 31:

Morning - Tony goes to apologize to Pepper and finds the "Key to the Future".

Afternoon - Tony (re)discovers a new element and orders components for a particle accelerator. Meanwhile, he drills more holes into his house, eventually turning it into a piece of Swiss cheese.

June 1:

343 days of Stark Expo left.

Morning - Tony builds his particle accelerator. Coulson is reassigned to New Mexico.

Note: As we've established in Thor's timeline, its events take place in November 2011. Not May/June 2010. I could do some logical gymnastics and stretch it to 2010 (which would already create a mess), but there's no way it could be in May/June.

Afternoon - Tony finishes the particle accelerator and synthesizes the new element at home.

Note: mention of 2010 again.

Evening - Vanko finishes his suit and the drones.

6:20 pm - Vanko calls Tony. Tony heads to New York in the new Mark VI.

40 minutes is most probably an exaggeration, since it is unlikely that Tony could get from Malibu to Flushing in less than 40 minutes. In any case, Tony didn't have time for anything else, especially considering that he needed time to assemble his new suit.

7-9 pm - Hammer and Vanko at the Stark Expo. Tony and Rhodey fight Vanko and defeat him. He blows himself and the Expo up. Tony saves Pepper and 8-year-old Peter Parker. Pepperony's first kiss.

Considering that other things tell us it's been 19 days since Pepper became CEO, Tony's "a week" line is an exaggeration. And Pepper plays along, just like she did with 12% in The Avengers.

I could write a whole post about why it could not be just a week (from Expo opening to the fight) as it's stated in other timelines, but I'll just give you one question to think about: how many days Ivan would need to build all those drones, a new reactor and a suit? Probably not 2.

A week later - Fury gives Tony Natasha's assessment of him and offers him a position as a consultant at S.H.I.E.L.D. Tony accepts.

Mid June - Senator Stern awards Tony and Rhodey with medals.

The Consultant

Second half of 2010:

The World Security Counsel still supports the Avengers Initiative at this point. But they want The Abomination on the team. Coulson and Sitwell send Tony to sabotage the transfer between General Ross and S.H.I.E.L.D. He succeeds, and Blonsky remains in prison.

After that, the WSC loses interest in the Avengers Initiative.

MCU Timeline: The Infinity Saga

[gremlin-girly]

Day 31: Fireworks

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!agent!reader

Fandom: MCU

Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, first kisses, mutual pining, Tony being Tony, innuendo

Summary: You know who you're kissing at midnight. Steve knows who he wants to kiss. Now - how will you make it happen?

Word count: tba

A/N: WHEW! What a year folks. Still going through 500 drafts and edits but I'm on track and that's all that matters 😭 Hope to see you next year 💘

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Steve's eyes never left you from the moment you entered Tony's New Year's Eve party.

He knew you were getting ready with Natasha but he wasn't entirely prepared for what you'd be wearing. Maybe because he was too used to seeing you in work slacks and a shirt that the thought of you in your little black dress, hugging you like a second skin, was utterly sinful.

You had on one those stupid golden Happy New Year!! headbands and that should have helped his brain focus but God, you were right there with your head tilted back in a warm laugh at something Clint had said.

"Hey pal," Bucky nudged at his arm with a knowing smirk. "Someone caught your eye?"

Steve tugs his gaze from you to frown at Bucky. Bucky sips at his beer and raises an eyebrow at Steve before looking over at you.

"Have you asked her yet?"

"Asked her what, Buck?" Steve knows what his best friend wants the answer to but he can't bring himself to say it out loud.

"Asked her who she's kissing at midnight." Bucky takes another swig of beer and eyes Steve suspiciously. "And from your play-dumb act, I'd say you haven't. You've got five minutes, Steve."

Steve swirls his beer and casts another longing glance over to you. He shouldn't be so scared of asking you a simple question, or asking you on a date, but every time you were around he felt like butterflies had taken flight in his stomach and he was suddenly just that little punk from Brooklyn all over again.

What if you said no? What if you turned your nose up at him like so many others had before? What if he wasn't good enough to be your boyfriend if, by some miracle, you said yes?

So wrapped up in his own worry, he didn't notice Bucky waving you over. He almost had a heart attack when you spoke, gripping his beer bottle so hard the glass began to creak dangerously.

"Hey boys," you beam, taking up the empty space next to Steve. "Happy New Year."

You were so close to Steve that he could smell your perfume. Light, airy and sweet. A blush creeps up his neck as he quietly wishes you a happy new year in return.

"Happy new year, doll." Bucky greets, hiding a satisfied smile behind his beer. "We were just talking about you."

Steve shoots Bucky a warning glare.

"Oh really?" You smirk at Bucky. "Nothing bad I hope."

Bucky shakes his head. "Not at all. Just wondering who you'll be kissing at midnight."

Now it's your turn to glare at Bucky. "You've spoken to Nat haven't you?"

Bucky shrugs nonchalantly. "Don't know what you mean."

Steve looks between you both confused. "Erm, who are you kissing?"

Your cheeks glow red as you turn to Steve. "Depends. Are you kissing anyone at midnight?"

"I-"

Steve is at loss for words, his thoughts interrupted by the beginning of the countdown. Bucky jumps up and makes a beeline for Nat, who gives Steve a wink of her own.

"Nine!"

"Well?" You press, smiling shyly at him.

"Eight!"

"No." Steve says quickly, his lips twitching upwards.

"Seven!"

"I'm not kissing anyone." Steve's heart is in his throat as he begins to slide off his seat.

"Six!"

"Good." You nod looking up at him, closing the small distance between the both of you.

"Five!"

"You can kiss me then." You murmur, carefully watching how his gaze is glued to you.

"Four!"

"Then we can watch the fireworks outside." Steve's voice is low, breathless whisper and his smile has gotten bigger. Worry seeps into his mind but he pushes it away when he feels your soft hands reach up to his cheeks and gently guide his face to yours.

"Three!"

"I like that idea." You brush away stray hair from his face and your eyes flit to his lips.

"Two!"

"I have quite a few of them." Steve teases softly, his own hands finding your waist. He could learn to get used to this.

"Not as good as Natasha's." You grin, inching your face closer to his.

"That's fair." He chuckles, sucking in one final breath.

"One!"

Your lips meet in a sweet kiss, one you both melt into for a lot longer than you both realising. It's Tony's voice that makes you both break apart, beet red, hearing the whoops and cheers of you friends and colleagues.

"Looks like some of us will be starting the new year with a bang." Tony taunts you both, shaking a bottle of champagne that pops loudly above the chatter. "Now... New Year new bottle, anyone?"

[notxjustxstories]

all my ocs in order ↳ Freya Foster, MCU, created 17.08.2019

It seems that Freya and Raegan swapped out their fathers' personalities. Raegan is the eternal hero, and Freya is the mischief maker. But they'd never let that come between their friendship, and Freya remains Raegan's number one confidant, even when the time travel starts.

[storytellers-contest-tjac]

Storytellers Contest: TJAC FAQs

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FAQs (subject to change)  

Participants will receive a welcome packet with additional information. If you have questions not answered below or in your packet, please DM us on Tumblr or Discord.

What characters can I create for?

Below is the list of characters that can be used for this contest. Jensen* RPF is also welcome.  

Tom Hanniger (My Bloody Valentine)

Dean Winchester* (SPN/The Winchesters)  

Jack Durfy (Buddy Games)  

Soldier Boy/Ben (The Boys)  

Beau Arlen (Big Sky)  

Russell Shaw (Tracker)  

Mark Meachum (Countdown)  

*Jensen or his character should be over the age of thirty within the piece. 

What is the minimum word count?

There are two options. Each category will have its own prize levels.  

Novella (5k to 15K words)

Magnum Opus (25k+ words)

Can I include ships?

Yes. Except for the following (stated or implied).  

No J2/Wincest  

No Destiel/Cockles

Does the relationship of the main character(s) have to be romantic?

No. Platonic, gender-neutral, sibling, and parental relationships are also acceptable. No underage (18) sex or incest allowed.

Characters in romantic/sexual relationships should be 30+. 

Can I combine with another contest, bingo, or challenge?

No.   

Are crossovers allowed?

Yes. Crossovers with other fandoms, even ones Jensen is not involved in—MCU, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Star Trek, etc.—are allowed. The story's primary focus should still be on Jensen or one of his listed characters.  

Are AUs allowed?   No. Objectively judging characterization in AUs would be difficult.

Is canon divergence allowed?   Yes.

How is an AU versus a canon-divergent story defined for the purpose of the contest?

AU - Set in a completely different universe, and the character(s) have a different backstory. Such as Dean being a bakery owner or a photographer who travels the world instead of becoming a hunter. Or SB not being a supe but still dishing out toxic masculinity as a VP of Operations. The characters may be familiar, but the world they inhabit is not. More like original fiction with our favorite characters tossed in.

Canon Divergence - Set in the same universe/world, and the characters have the same life history. Beau is still a divorced sheriff in Montana, or Russell still works private security for the Horizon Group. It basically follows canon up until the author adds in a new character(s) or the canon characters take a different action that alters their storyline. The world and characters are familiar and true to the source material, but an event or choice not in canon changes the outcomes.

Is there a drop-out date or other checkpoint?   Yes.

Drop-out deadline: December 31, 2025

Check-in: March 15, 2026

Posting

Fanworks must be completed, edited, beta/alpha read, and ready to post by June 13, 2026  

Works should be posted, in their entirety, between June 14 and June 21, 2026, to be eligible for judging and prizes.  

Works posted before June 14, 2026, will be disqualified from the judging process.  

You may post on Tumblr or AO3. 

Please add it to the Storytellers Contest Collection here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/StorytellersContestTJAC

If posting on AO3, please create a Tumblr post with the link so we can reblog it.  

Where do I submit the link to my post to be reblogged?

A link to the post should be shared in the submission channel on Discord between June 14 and June 21, 2026.

Where will my posts be reblogged?

Submissions will be reblogged to the @storytellers-contest-tjac blog from June 22 to June 28, 2026. If you do not see your post reblogged, don’t hesitate to contact @mod on the Discord server. Or ask in the @storytellers-contest-tjac DMs.

When does judging take place?

Judging begins June 30, 2026, and ends July 31, 2026.

The Reader's Choice voting form will be available beginning June 30 and will close on July 31, 2026.  

How will readers find my work for judging?  

Our admins will create a master post with links to all the submitted works and will reblog the post several times throughout the judging time frame.  

You may also reblog and promote your post as often as you'd like after the submission deadline.    

When are the winners announced?

August 8, 2026    

Images  

All images used in this event MUST be credited to the original creator/site unless pulled from a Creative Commons website.  

A source link must be provided. Please ask for permission before using photos taken by con photographers or attendees.  

Place source links in the post however you'd like.

Here is an example of how to keep it clean and unobtrusive - https://deanwinchesterswitch.tumblr.com/post/763369272735137792/source-x-x-x-x 

Artwork  

We will not be matching artists and authors for this contest.  

You may use artwork throughout your piece.  

Please indicate if you are the artist.  

If you are not the artist, please indicate if you have permission to use the art and give proper attribution.

Updated: 061625