A fandom week celebrating everyone's favourite gamma scientist, Bruce Banner! December 14th - 21st 💚 Mods @superblizzardfire @gammacousin (aka Panda365) 💚 https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Brucemas2020
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hi there!! just wondering if you're planning on doing brucemas again in 2021? it was a lot of fun last year :D
Hiya! So glad you enjoyed it last year :) unfortunately we don't have any plans to do it this year, sorry!
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Day 7th (better late than never!!) of Brucemas2020!
Steve and Bruce and brunch on the park 🍁
(PS. Who would kill to be Steve and who would kill to be Bruce rn amiright?)
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Brucemas Day 8: Dr Pepperony
Day 8 of Brucemas is Bruce/Pepper/Tony, best known as Dr Pepperony (though this ship name is also used for Stephen/Pepper/Tony), Add your works to the AO3 Collection and/or if you post to Tumblr use the tag #Brucemas2020 (as one word) so we can see and reblog it!
This is the final day of Brucemas but the collection will remain open in case there are any late entries :)
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The Mistletoe Protocol
An American Pi fic for Brucemas Day 7!
Bruce is the last one up. He’s still tired from their last battle the other day, and he shuffles in clutching a mug of cocoa like it’s the only thing tethering him to this mortal plane.
‘Hey, Sleeping Beauty,’ says Clint. ‘Wasn’t sure if you’d be joining us.’
And to his delight, Bruce grunts and leans against the doorframe, rubbing his eyes, completely unaware of the mistletoe above him. 'Yup. I mean, morning.’ He’s wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater Clint has ever seen. It looks like it was knitted by someone’s colour blind grandmother; it’s at least five different shades of red and the Santa face on the front is lopsided. It’s also far too big for him – he has to roll the sleeves up and it permanently hangs down one shoulder. Steve gave it to him last week and he’s worn it every day since. Clint can’t tell whether Bruce actually likes the thing or if he’s just desperate not to hurt Cap’s feelings.
Bruce looks up in mild alarm at the sound of Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree. Before he can react, Thor has pulled him in for a (slightly overenthusiastic) kiss. Three very awkward seconds pass. Then he pulls away with an audible smack, utters a cheery, ‘Morning, Banner!’ and wanders off like nothing happened.
Bruce stares after him in bewilderment, blinking slowly. Then he looks to Clint.
‘Mistletoe, buddy.’ Clint grins. ‘You just got got.’
Bruce’s lips twitch in an attempt at speech. ‘Um.’ He swallows. ‘Right.’
‘Who just kissed Thor?’ Tony pokes his head out of the kitchen. ‘Bruce! Oh boy. Please tell me someone filmed that. What was it like? Was there tongue?’
To save himself from replying, Bruce takes an extra-large sip of cocoa. And chokes on it. And spills hot liquid down his front. ‘Shit…’ He runs off in search of a bathroom, still spluttering.
‘Just so we’re clear,’ says Maria as she passes through, ‘if he Hulks out and ruins my last two hours of decorating because of you, they’ll never find your body.’ Behind her, Natasha is practically making heart eyes. Oh, this is going to be good.
Read the rest on AO3!
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Brucemas Day 7: American Pi
Day 7 of Brucemas is Bruce/Steve, aka American Pi! Add your works to the AO3 Collection and/or if you post to Tumblr use the tag #Brucemas2020 (as one word) so we can see and reblog it!
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A Bretty fic for Brucemas Day 6!
‘She’s emailed me,’ Bruce said, walking into Tony’s workshop on Christmas Eve.
Tony glanced up, welding torch in hand. ‘Who? Pepper?’ The huge room had been decked out with festive (and flammable) decorations. There was even a tree in the corner, where Dum-E was hanging fifty ornaments on a single branch.
‘Betty. Betty has emailed me.’ Bruce walked over, wringing his hands. ‘About five minutes ago.’
‘Well, that’s… that’s good, isn’t it?’ Tony switched off the welding torch and removed his welding goggles.
He sighed. ‘She wants to meet up. Spend some time together. But the way she phrased it… Tony, it might be a date.’
‘And?’
‘And we haven’t been a couple since Hulk happened, thirteen years ago! I haven’t even spoken to her in five years! What am I supposed to say to her? “How have you been, sorry I haven’t kept in touch but I was busy being shot at by your dad and waking up naked in fields”?’
Tony frowned. ‘This really has gotten you wound up, hasn’t it?’
He took a deep breath to slow his increasing heartrate. ‘I can’t get my hopes up. Not again.’ Losing Betty had taken him years to come to terms with, and seeing her again would reopen old wounds.
‘But do you want to see her?’ Tony asked, with a far-too-knowing look in his eyes.
‘Yes of course, but it’s so out of the blue and it’s been so long… Maybe I’ll just tell her I’m busy – ‘
‘Bruce.’ Tony rested a hand on his shoulder. Then brushed off the black handprint he’d just left. ‘You can’t avoid her forever. Go along, have a good time, see where it goes. We can manage without our physics nerd for one day. When does she want to meet up?’
Bruce groaned. ‘Today. In two hours’ time.’
‘Wow, impulse-date huh? A girl after my own heart. She’s the one that got away Bruce, go get her! Why are you still standing here? Go go go!’ And he hooked an arm around Bruce’s and marched him out of the room. ‘JARVIS, team meeting. Bruce’s quarters, ASAP.’
Read the rest on AO3!
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Day 6th of Brucemas2020 ✨
One of my favs What if?
Bruce, Betty and their child 💚
Fun fact: The stuffed animal is Bruce’s Mom gift to him when he was a baby and he named him Guardian
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aka bruce banner’s phone contacts
(In order: Tony Clint Thor Betty Natasha Steve)
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Brucemas Day 6: Bretty
Day 6 of Brucemas is Bruce/Betty, aka Bretty! Add your works to the AO3 Collection and/or if you post to Tumblr use the tag #Brucemas2020 (as one word) so we can see and reblog it!
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Day 5th of Brucemas 2020 with Bruce, Hulk and Rebecca 💚
Sometimes I think December 18th is the day Bruce might meditate the most.
PS. New instagram here!!
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blueberry pancakes
happy birthday bruce!
bruce banner/tony stark. rated g. no warnings apply. 1k.
for the @marvelfluffbingo // square: “breakfast in bed”
for @brucemas 2020 // prompt: “breakfast”
It wasn’t that Hulk-outs had gotten easier ever since Bruce had moved into the Tower—and honestly, he doubted they ever would—but the aftermath was certainly a lot more bearable nowadays.
Oftentimes, he woke up the next morning feeling turned inside out, a headache throbbing at his temples, an overwhelming sense of exhaustion hitting him full-force, and a soreness settling into every muscle in his body. And while he’d gotten used to it after a while, what was still new to him was opening his eyes with a groan and a flash of dizziness, and seeing Tony leaning against the doorway, a plate of pancakes in one hand and some water and aspirin in the other.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRUUUUUCEEEEEEEEEE 🥰💚🥰
also on my insta!✨
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Brucemas Day 5: Bruce’s Birthday!
Day 5 of Brucemas has no pairing as it’s Bruce’s birthday! Today is a “free space” where you can choose any pairing, or none! Add your works to the AO3 Collection and/or if you post to Tumblr use the tag #Brucemas2020 (as one word) so we can see and reblog it!
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🧬 Happy birthday!
Doctor Bruce Banner was created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, and made his first appearance in Marvel’s “Hulk #1″ in May 1962. December 18th is the character’s fictional date of birth.
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Hᴀᴘᴘʏ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ, Bʀᴜᴄᴇ ! Vᴀʟᴋʏʀɪᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡs ᴀ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ Rᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀs ʙᴜᴅᴅʏ ♡
♫ 18th December ♪ Bruce & Valkyrie for @brucemas 2020 .☆°
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Standing behind his small frame she guides his hands. The second she sees him inhale with that dreaded squint she knows what’ll happen, still jumping when Bruce sneezes in the bowl of flour, sugar, and butter. White puffs of powder erupt from the bowl and onto the cabinets, into Rebecca’s face. She drops the bowl, laughing against his back;
“Oh Bruce…”
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Read the rest here:
-What Baking Can Do-
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