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missmaddiewriting · 5 years

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It Really Isn’t Steve’s Business

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Summary: Steve thinks that Bruce is cheating on Thor but in the end, he realizes that it's none of his business

Notes: This is written for the MCU Rare Pair Bingo, it’s a fill for the Captain America/Steve Rogers spot @mcurarepairsbingo

Steve was happy for Bruce when he found out that he and Thor were together. He was surprised because he always assumed that Banner and Stark would end up together, but happy none the less. Although he was a bit embarrassed about how he found out and from the looks of it, so was Dr. Banner. Of course, no one wants to find two of their teammates making out on the communal couch.

Steve chuckled at this thought, though his cheeks heated up a bit as he walked down to the lab, wanting to ask Tony a question. He shocked by what he saw when he entered. Once again, he had found Bruce in a compromising position, but this time with Tony instead. He couldn't believe it; Bruce was a cheater. He backed out of the lab and went to find Thor, glad neither Bruce nor Tony had noticed him.

Steve found Thor in the kitchen and prepared for what he assumed would be a hard conversation with an angry god.

"Hey, Thor, I have something to tell you, and it will be hard to hear," Steve started, sitting down across from him.

"Oh?" Thor asked, worried.

“I was in the lab, and I found Banner and Stark… together, in a very… compromising position," Steve explained.

Thor let out a laugh, quite cheerful for what they were talking about. "Well, I hope they enjoyed themselves."

Steve's face scrunched up in confusion. "Thor, Banner's your best guy, right?"

Thor nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"And you just don't care that he's fooling around with Stark?" Steve asked, needing clarification.

Thor sighed. "Steve, do you know what polyamory is? “

Steve shook his head no.

"Polyamory is being in a relationship with multiple people at once, Stark, Banner, and I are all in a relationship," Thor explained.

Steve let out a soft "Oh," As everything started to make sense. He wasn't sure how the relationship worked, but then again, that wasn't any of his business.

Thor nodded. "So, what Banner and Stark get up to when I'm not around isn't a concern of mine, besides, I know about their lab escapades, it's nothing new."

Steve grimaced at the unnecessary comment, before saying. "Alright, thanks for the explanation."

"Thank you, Rogers, for your concern," Thor replied.

A few days after that, Steve found the three of them asleep on the couch together, Thor had an arm wrapped around each of the other two, and he started to understand.

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areluctantsblog · 5 years

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Made for this

This is my first fill for the MCU Rarepairs Bingo. I won’t post my card yet because I’m waiting for a square replacement, but go and enjoy my first ever femslash ;)

Square: Lingerie

Rating: E

Warnings: femslash, explicit sexual content

Pairing(s): Nebula/Natasha Romanov

Summary: Natasha's trying on her newest lingerie when Nebula walks in on her.

Link: you can read it on ao3, too

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There’s a knock on Natasha's door, but it's thrown open before she could ask whoever the visitor is to wait.

"Do you feel like training with-" comes Nebula's voice before cutting off abruptly.

Having no chance to hide, Natasha straightens herself and turns towards the intruder.

"Sure," she replies. "Let me just put something on."

Nebula keeps staring at her as if she didn't hear a word Natasha said.

"What is that?" she asks, pointing unmistakably at Natasha's body.

She can't suppress a chuckle as she answers. "It's called lingerie."

"What's that?" Nebula repeats, raising her gaze to meet Natasha's.

"Well… it's basically pretty underwear. You know, what people wear… under their clothes?" Explaining something so ordinary is harder than she would have thought.

"Does it protect you?" Nebula asks, stepping closer, eyeing the black lace bodysuit.

Natasha laughs out at that. "Does it look like it would give much protection?"

Nebula frowns. "Why do you wear it then?"

"Because it's pretty," Natasha shrugs and walks towards the chest of drawers. "I have more. Do you want to try them on? I think they'd fit," she adds, looking over her shoulder to assess Nebula's form.

"Why? I'm not pretty," Nebula counters.

"Oh, but you are," Nat assures her. She didn’t look at Nebula in this light before, but now she does, it’s undeniable. "And you seemed interested,” she adds with a shrug.

They eye each other for a few seconds before Nebula starts walking towards the drawer. Her defiant expression makes Natasha smile.

"You have a lot of these," she remarks as she moves a white camisole to reach another black bodysuit.

It's one of the few things Natasha kept from what she thinks about the old days. She got her first set in the Red Room to turn her whole body into a weapon. They are not that different in that matter with Nebula, she thinks as she watches the other's metallic fingers pick up a garter belt.

"Try it with your other hand," she says, touching Nebula's right softly. "It's made of silk."

Nebula squints at her suspiciously, but she does as Nat told her. She lets out a surprised noise at the sensation. Natasha smiles at her.

"Go on, try it on."

Nebula's head jerks up at that and she drops the belt. "No. I really wouldn't."

"What about this, then?" Nat asks, holding up the bodysuit Nebula observed first. She can still see the curiosity in the other's eyes despite her refusal.

Nebula hesitates but her gaze keeps drifting towards the elaborate suit in Natasha's hands. "If you laugh, I'll hurt you," she warns before taking it.

Natasha grins. "I won't even look if you don't want me to," she promises and indicates the folding screen.

Nebula goes to change without a word. While she waits for her to come out, Natasha shuts the door. No one has passed since Nebula came in and it's unlikely that anyone would - the living quarters are usually empty in the afternoon - but it still feels better to assure their privacy.

"It's on," Nebula says from behind the folding-screen.

"How does it feel?" Nat asks.

"Strange," Nebula replies.

"Yeah, it can be at first. Why don't you come out and check it out in the mirror? I won't look."

"O-okay," Nebula says eventually.

Nat stares at the door very aware of her desire to take a peek, but she doesn’t move.

"I don't know how it should look," Nebula says in an uncertain tone after a few minutes. "Will you check?"

Natasha can tell that it's a leap of faith from Nebula, so she turns carefully and decides to reassure her no matter what. But as she glimpses the smooth black material hugging Nebula's figure, the straps on her side and back, all she can do is breath out "Fuck."

"What? Did I ruin it? Did I not put it on right?" Nebula asks immediately, covering herself.

"No," Nat hurries to say. "It's perfect," she adds, stepping closer. "You look beautiful."

Nebula just frowns at that and turns back to the mirror. Natasha can't resist touching her shoulder gently, running her finger down to trace her shoulder blades. She catches Nebula's black gaze in the mirror.

"Do you like it?"

"It's nice," Nebula whispers and Nat can't decide if she means the bodysuit or her touch. She wishes it was the latter because she feels hot all over and there's an unmistakable pulsing between her legs.

Even though her taut figure is in stark contrast with the elegance of outfit, Nebula's shape is enticing. Her blue skin is soft and beautifully highlighted by the dark material. Natasha takes a risk and presses a light kiss to the nape of her neck.

Nebula doesn't attack her, but her expression turns gloomy. "I wasn't made for this," she says, holding Nat's gaze in the mirror.

"Well, I was," Natasha replies. "Made for it. Made to do it. But it doesn't matter now because I want it. Do you want it?"

"I'm not sure I can," Nebula admits and Nat sees the vulnerability behind her fierceness for the first time.

"Do you have a heart?" Nat asks, hoping that Thanos didn't take that from her, too.

"I do."

"Does it beat faster now?" Natasha asks, running her knuckles down Nebula's spine.

"What does it mean?"

"Can mean a lot of things," Nat whispers, tracing the line of Nebula's shoulders with a finger. "Can mean that you enjoy this," she says and doesn't miss Nebula's nipples hardening under the light material.

"Does it?" Nebula breathes following Nat's gaze.

"Do you want to find out?" Natasha asks, pulling her hand away to give the other a chance to decide.

She can see the hesitation in Nebula's eyes. As much as she would hate to walk away, she'd never hurt Nebula. So, Natasha waits, heart hammering in her chest, body tingling with desire, stomach clenched in trepidation.

Nebula's nod is almost imperceptible, but it's there. Nat smiles and leans close to her.

"Just let go," Nat tells her as she runs her hands down Nebula’s arms, lacing their fingers together in the end.

She knows however that words are useless, so she steps closer until her nipples graze Nebula’s back and leans down to kiss her neck. Nebula squeezes her hand as if frightened, but when Nat reaches the sensitive spot behind her ear, she sighs.

“You are so delicious,” Nat whispers to her with a flick of her tongue. “Can I touch you?” she asks, slowly entangling her fingers from Nebula’s and stroking the inside of her arms.

“Yes,” Nebula breathes and she shudders when Nat runs her hands up her side.

First, she traces her figure carefully, never breaking the kisses on her neck and shoulder, then she wraps her arms around Nebula and pulls her flush against herself, taking her shiver as encouragement. Natasha puts a hand on Nebula’s stomach, feeling her soft skin warm up under her touch through the light fabric of the suit.

“You are so beautiful,” she tells her, taking in Nebula’s form in the mirror.

The other opens her eyes, too and their gazes lock as Natasha’s right hand moves to cup Nebula’s breast, her gasps prompting Nat to hold her tighter.

“Is it too much?” she asks.

Nebula shakes her head, but the fearful frown doesn’t vanish from her face.

“Close your eyes,” Natasha tells her. “I’ve got you. Close your eyes and just feel it,” she encourages, caressing the outside of Nebula’s breast gently with the back of her hand.

It takes a few seconds for Nebula to comply, but when she does, Natasha rewards her with touching her nipple for the first time. Nebula’s whole body jerks at the sensation. Nat kisses the other side of her neck and keeps teasing Nebula with her thumb.

When the softest moan falls from Nebula’s lips, she takes it as a cue to move her left hand, too. She brings it up to play with Nebula’s other breast. It takes only a few seconds to make it just as sensitive as the one she first touched. When Nebula covers her hand with her own, Nat whispers soothing little words to her.

“I’ve got, you, beautiful. Shh, just relax. Do you want more?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer though before pulling the bodysuit away teasingly. Nebula’s eyes open immediately, but she doesn’t protest when Nat pushes her hand under the material.

Soon, Nebula’s panting and moaning become almost incessant. Natasha doesn’t miss it either when she presses her thighs more tightly together.

“Does it feel good down there? Are you getting wet?” she asks, pressing close to Nebula as she writhes in her arms.

A loud moan is all the answer she gets, but it’s enough of an encouragement to run her hand down Nebula’s body, stopping at her groin. Nebula cants her hips forward to meet her touch, making Natasha start massaging the juncture of her thigh, prying her legs gently apart. When Nebula grabs her wrist she halts, but soon realises that the other just needed support. Natasha tightens her right arm around her, starting to tease her left breast and whispers into her ears.

“Let go, love. Let me touch you, make you feel good.”

Nebula does as she’s told and Natasha slowly pushes her hand between her thighs. When she feels that the soft material of the bodysuit is soaked, Natasha moans, too. She runs a finger between between Nebula’s lips through the silk before pushing it aside and doing the same against her bare skin.

Nebula gasps and shudders in her arms, but Natasha hold her tightly. She traces her lips a few times before finding her clit and rubbing against it. Nebula cries out at the sensation and presses her hand against the wall to hold herself up as she grinds down on Natasha’s hand. Nat follows her, leaning forward a bit to still feel Nebula’s body against hers and starts playing with her clit, smearing her juice all over it, pinching it gently between her fingers and massaging it following the feedback of her moans.

Then, almost by accident Natasha touches her entrance as Nebula cants her hips forward. They both freeze for a second, then Nat starts rubbing circles around it.

“Do you want to feel me inside?” she asks kissing and biting Nebula’s neck.

At first, there’s no answer, only the sound of their ragged breathing, then Nebula grabs Natasha’s wrist and she drives her inside. They both gasp, bodies rocking together as Nat starts fingering Nebula’s hot wet pussy until she’s a trembling mess in her arms. The angle is all wrong, but she doesn’t care because all that matters are the sounds falling from Nebula’s lips and the heat of her body against Nat’s.

Nat pinches her nipple carefully and at the jerk of Nebula’s body, she bites down on her shoulder. She finds her clit with her thumb and starts rubbing it again. It makes Nebula’s movement frantic as she chases every friction she can get and also the stretch of Nat’s fingers in her pussy. Then, Nebula goes rigid before starting to shake, and Natasha pleasures her through her orgasm, making her cry out with each wave of hotness flooding her body.

Natasha holds her until Nebula comes down from her high. She greets her with a smile when she opens her eyes.

“Hey there, beautiful,” she whispers, caressing Nebula’s face with her clean hand.

Nebula takes a few deep breaths before speaking. “What was that?” she asks with genuine amazement.

Natasha chuckles. “That was your first orgasm,” she tells her, kissing her jaw. “And I would love to give you many many more,” she adds.

Nebula’s smile and the gentle squeeze of her hand on her stomach is all the answer Natasha needs.

#mcurarepairsbingo #nebula x natasha #natasha x nebula #femslash #a reluctant writes

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ellewritesfiction · 5 years

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The first time Bruce had been to the lake house, he had been invited by Pepper in person.

His relationship with Tony had always been tumultuous and mostly based on Tony’s relationship with Pepper. But after his return from Sakaar, Tony and Pepper had been stronger than ever, and though with everything that happened Bruce really wanted to just bury himself in Tony and forget the world for a couple days, the way they used to – he stayed away. So the last thing he expected was for Pepper to come to him.

Bruce had been staying in the Avengers facility, staring blankly at walls, unsure exactly what he was supposed to do. For the first time, his mind was drawing a blank. He ran data on global population stats, spent some time with Nat and Steve discussing next steps, but what could they really do? Nothing.

And then Pepper drove down from upstate and asked him to come, to see Tony. Tony hadn’t slept in days and Pepper wasn’t even sure he knew she’d left and she didn’t know what to do, she needed help and... Bruce didn’t really know what he could do. He was useless on the battlefield and he was useless here, he really didn’t think he was going to be much help.

The car ride was awkward and Pepper spoke haltingly about their renovations to the cabin, about things that had happened when he was off world and literally out of his mind, and Bruce stared out the window watching the scenery change wondering what in the hell he was doing.

When they got there Tony was pale, his eyes sunken in and bloodshot to hell and he was slamming a tool angrily into a piece of equipment, cursing at it as it broke beneath his harsh ministrations, and even though Bruce had seen him strung out on alcohol and no sleep before he’d never seen him like this. This angry. This out of control. This... pathetic.

{Continue on AO3} written for @mcurarepairsbingo

#mcurarepairsbingo #dr pepperony #doctor pepperony #the real one ugh #tony/pepper/bruce #my fanfiction #rare pair wednesday #woo #i'll post these on wednesdays i guess #because i wanna #but.... i haven't started any of the others so lmfao #who knows when that will happen next

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captainjimothycarter · 6 months

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Stress Relief In Flowery Gown

Dedicated to the wonderful @youronebraincell & @betrayedbycinnamon for their wonderful prompts. Sorry that I accidentally combined them.

It felt like they were always dancing around one another, denying each other pleasure. What little conversation they have had, Peggy clings onto when her agent gets under her skin. She’d need it most of all when her agent got under her skin once again, denying her the chance to wear one of Rogers’ famous designs.

She finally throws it all to the wind when he makes a comment, pulling Steve into her office to fuck these frustrations out and have an important conversation.

Bingo: Loss of Virginity - @cabottombingo, Humping - @kinky-things-happen, Kama Sutra - @mcurarepairsbingo, Bruising - @steverogersbingo Relationships: Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter Warning: Trans Couple

When her acting career took off, Peggy found her life-changing overnight. She was well sought after, always attending one gala or another between roles, wearing one designer dress after another.

When people asked what she was wearing, they were never the words she wanted to say. She wanted to proudly state that she was wearing Rogers’, she wanted to meet the designer’s gaze across the crowd and proudly state to all those who listened that she wore his gown.

She wanted to say a thousand and one things about the fashion designer, none that would be appropriate without causing some sort of scandal. She could just imagine the gossip, the rumors that would surround them, and it both pleased and ached her heart to know how many would almost be true.

If only they knew.

There would always be some regret in not indulging in her wants, her fantasies of being with a certain Steve Rogers. They’d danced around one another since they’d met at some little gala, long before either of them was famous. They’d always end up flirting, stealing a drunken kiss or two, teasing one another before their attention was pulled elsewhere.

They’d ended up dating in secret for some short time, but time and their careers got in the way, and both of them had to make the choice. It was difficult, and they’d enjoy the time they’d stolen from one another but the sexual tension was still there between them.

The want, the lust for one another was always there, no matter how much they’d tried to deny it. Ignoring one another in this industry did not suit them, not for very long.

#Steggy #StevePeggy #Steve x Peggy #Steve/Peggy #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #Trans Couple

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iamartemisday · 4 years

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It's another boring day on Asgard for Loki, brother of the king, when something new literally falls right out of the sky.

Written for:

@mcurarepairsbingo Square I4: Canon Divergence @ladiesofmarvelbingo Square M1: Shipwrecked

#mcurarepairsbingo #ladiesofmarvelbingo #Lokane #Loki #Jane Foster #ficlet #bingo fill #prompt fil

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darthbloodorange · 4 years

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Steve runs out into the night after a bad brake up with his partner. He runs and runs, no care to where his was going. Per chance, Steve runs across Batroc on the streets. Batroc tries to coax Steve into a fight, but Steve is not having it (not after his recent brake up).

Concerned for his favourite foe, Batroc keeps pushing. Steve brakes, everything becoming too much. Batroc sits down beside him and listens.

Steve keeps returning to Bartoc for comfort as Steve and his ex work out ending things, and the ex moves out of his apartment. They get closer and things start to develop between them.

For the: ✦ @mcurarepairsbingo prompt “Break Up” (Card 2)

Word count: N/a - Art Title: Late Night Comfort Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: George Batroc/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, George Batroc Warnings: None Major Tags: Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Hurt Steve Rogers, Hurt/Comfort, Protective George Batroc, Break Up, Emotional Hurt/Comfort ~ Summery: Steve runs out into the night after a bad brake up with his partner. He runs and runs, no care to where his was going. Per chance, Steve runs across Batroc on the streets. Batroc tries to coax Steve into a fight, but Steve is not having it (not after his recent brake up).

Concerned for his favourite foe, Batroc keeps pushing. Steve brakes, everything becoming too much. Batroc sits down beside him and listens.

Steve keeps returning to Bartoc for comfort as Steve and his ex work out ending things, and the ex moves out of his apartment. They get closer and things start to develop between them.

#LeaperShield #Steve Rogers #Captain America #George Batroc #Batroc the Leaper #Steve x Batroc #Marvel Cinematic Universe #Marvel #DarthBloodOrange #Hurt Steve Rogers #Hurt/Comfort #Steve Rogers Needs a Hug #mcurarepairsbingo #DarthBloodOranges Art

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bobbiamorse · 4 years

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Title: Arrivals Square: Airport Rating: T Warnings: N/A Pairing(s): Leo Fitz/Lance Hunter/Bobbi Morse/Jemma Simmons Summary: Jemma and Fitz wait at an airport for someone(s) special to come home. Link: On Ao3

#mcurarepairsbingo #aosficnet2 #scis and spies

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avintagekiss24 · 5 years

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Blame It On The Meteors

Pairing: Okoye x Carol Danvers

Rating: General

Warnings: none

Summary: Okoye is supposed to be studying, not lying in the grass, watching a meteor shower with some chick named Carol.

Word Count: 1653

Link: AO3

Square Filled: N1 - Meet Cute @mcurarepairsbingo

A/N: I really love Carol Danvers and I really love Okoye, so here you go! 🌈 I also went the route of “Sebastian Stan and Bucky Barnes both exist in the MCU” with Chris Evans/Steve Rogers in this one.

“Are you coming with me or not?”

Okoye sighs, turning her wrist to illuminate her apple watch, “I don’t know, Wanda. It’s kinda cold out.” She answers, flipping the page of her economics book.

Wanda leans against the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest. She stares at her roommate with wide eyes, her lips pursed as she sighs deeply. Okoye clicks her teeth as she scribbles notes into her notebook, completely ignoring the Sokovian redhead. She sips on her tea as she reads and stifles a laugh as Wanda sighs again loudly.

“Don’t be boring, Okoye.”

“I’m not, I’m studying and you should be too.” Okoye smiles sweetly, finally lifting her eyes to her friend.

Wanda rolls her eyes as she pushes away from the frame, grabbing her leather jacket, “I’m tired of studying. Finals are tomorrow anyway, if I don’t know it by now, I’m not going to.” She throws her hair over her shoulder and reaches across the table, slamming Okoye’s book closed, “Let’s go.”

“Wanda-”

“You can spare an hour.” Wanda starts, grabbing Okoye’s jacket from the hook and tossing it toward her, “Move your ass.”

Night has fallen over Boston. The sky is dark and full of twinkly stars as the two almost college graduates traipse across campus as a cool breeze whips around them. Wanda is all smiles as they walk up on another redhead, extending her arms out toward Natasha.

Natasha hugs her tightly, kissing her cheek before winking at Okoye, “How did you manage to drag her out? Especially during finals season?” Natasha asks Wanda, while throwing her arm over her shoulders.

Okoye rolls her eyes playfully as Wanda scoffs, “I literally had to slam her book closed. She was trying to act like she’s not used to Boston weather after living here her whole life.”

“I get cold easily.” Okoye says in defense, moving forward to embrace Natasha.

“Well, I’m glad you came. There is supposed to be a wicked meteor shower in like a half hour.”

“It’ll be worth me failing my final tomorrow?” Okoye asks cheekily as Wanda slaps her shoulder.

“Totally.” Natasha winks before grabbing Wanda’s hand, “You want a coffee or something? I was just about to grab something from Starbucks.”

Okoye sighs a little, nodding her head, “Yeah, a White Chocolate Mocha is fine.” Okoye answers, “Thank you.”

Natasha shoots her a finger gun, “Back in a flash, babe.”

Okoye shoves her hands into the pockets of her stressed leather jacket and moves deeper into the grass, finding an open space and plopping down. Students mill about around her, all trying to find a spot for the show, while clambering on about their upcoming finals. Okoye pulls out her phone, losing herself as she peruses instagram until a voice next to her grabs her attention.

“Hey, sorry. Is it okay if I sit here?”

Okoye glances up and then does a double take at the blonde woman standing next to her. Her hair is shoulder length with loose curls framing her face. She’s dressed casually, a Nine Inch Nails t shirt hugging her torso as her long legs are covered in a tight pair of jeans. Okoye nods and smiles softly, “Yeah, sure.”

The blonde smiles and sits down before laying back in to the grass, tucking her hands underneath her head. Okoye glances over at the stranger, not having ever noticed her around campus before. She stares up at the sky, a soft smile on her face as she blinks slowly, her chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. She pretty, this blonde stranger. Natural, simple- just what Okoye likes. The woman rolls her head toward her suddenly, her smile widening as Okoye takes a sharp breath and snaps her eyes back to her phone.

“I’m Carol, by the way. Carol Danvers.”

Her voice is soft and smooth, but also kind of playful. Okoye shuts her eyes, shaking her head in embarrassment as a light laugh escapes her, “Sorry, I just- I didn’t mean to stare. I’m not a creep, I promise.”

Carol shrugs, the same wide toothless smile on her lips, “It’s okay. Truth be told, I’ve been staring at you since your friends walked off.” Okoye turns her head toward the blunt woman as her eyes widen and her mouth curves in to a shocked grin, “You’re gorgeous.”

“I-” Okoye laughs again, “Wow, thank you. That’s very nice of you.”

“I hope your name is as pretty as you are.” Carol presses.

“Oh my god,” Okoye laughter heightens as she tosses her head back.

“What?” Carol asks, leaning up onto her elbows, scrunching up her face, “Was that cheesy?”

Okoye shrugs as she continues to giggle, “Kinda? Yeah.”

“Ugh,” Carol groans as she slams her eyes shut and lets her head fall back, “Sorry. Now I’m the creepy one.”

“No, no! It’s fine, it’s actually kinda nice. Most people are way too suave nowadays.”

Carol points at her and winks, “That is so true. I figure, when hitting on someone, just be as awkward as possible. It comes off as genuine.” She nods, turning her head to look out across the park, “You are beautiful though. That part I meant.”

Okoye smiles, then bites her bottom lip to try and hide it to no avail. She drops her head as she feels Carol’s eyes on her, looking her over, “Okoye.” She says after a moment.

Carol nods slowly as her face cracks with another large smile. She lays back down and returns her eyes to the sky, prompting Okoye to do the same. They lay in silence as another cool breeze whips through the campus. Carol turns her head back toward Okoye as she gazes up into the sky. The moonlight bathes the African woman in a soft light, accentuating her smooth skin. Her lashes are long and full as they curl around her large, soft, dark eyes. Her lips are plump and inviting as they part slightly and Carol has to stop herself from leaning over and kissing her right here, underneath the stars.

A meteor flashes across the sky and Okoye smiles, lifting her arm to point toward the natural phenomenon, “Did you see that?”

Carol shakes her head, “Nope.”

Okoye doesn’t turn toward her. She just smiles again as Carol rolls over onto her side to face her, propping her head up with her hand, “Okoye is a beautiful name.”

“Thank you.” Okoye laughs, “You know, there’s a meteor shower literally happening in front of us right now.”

“I know, crazy right? So, are you here just for school or?”

Okoye laughs harder, finally rolling her head toward the straightforward woman, “No. I moved here from Wakanda with my parents when I was seven. Been here pretty much my whole life.”

“Wakanda? Wow. That place is all over the news. Do you remember much about it?”

Okoye takes a breath, “Oh yeah, we go back every summer.”

“Nice, nice,” Carol nods, “Are you going to take your boyfriend with you after you graduate?”

Okoye scoffs but smiles widely, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Girlfriend, then?”

“Don’t have one of those either.”

“Just what I wanted to hear. I mean, you are into girls, right? I don’t want to waste all my material on a straight.” Okoye covers her face with her hands as she dissolves into giggles again but Carol peels them away, “Don’t hide that face.”

“Right to the point, huh?”

“Of course,” Carol shrugs, “There is no other way to be, baby.”

“I don’t even know you, lady.” Okoye exclaims, completely unable to wipe the grin off of her face.

Carol gestures her hand between the two of them, “That’s what this is, us getting to know each other before I ask you for your number. Or, the very least, your instagram.”

Okoye has to give it to her, Carol Danvers is smooth, “I am bisexual, if you must know. So, yes, I’m into girls.”

“I’m bisexual too, you know. Just 99% of me leans toward chicks.”

Okoye shakes her head, “You are too much, Carol Danvers.”

“I’m serious!” Carol explains, “I would totally sleep with Brad Pitt, and Brad Pitt only.” Carol stops, squinting her eyes as she thinks, “Well, and maybe that guy who plays Captain America.”

“Oh, Chris Evans.” Okoye groans, closing her eyes at the thought of him, “I love him, he’s gorgeous. Great ass.”

“See?” Carol smiles, “Now we know that we’d both do Chris Evans. So, now you know me and I know you. About them digits, tho?”

“Hey, Okoye.” Wanda starts, jogging up to the pair of women, “Oh sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.” She says, glancing over at Carol.

“It’s not a problem, what’s up?” Okoye asks.

“Change of plans. So, Nat wants to go to the movies to see that scary one that you’ve been trying to drag me to.”

Okoye rolls her eyes up at her friend, “So you’ll go for her and not for me? That’s cold.”

“Shut up. You wanna come or not?”

“And miss this beautiful meteor shower that you dragged me out for?”

Wand throws her hands to her hips, tilting her head, “We can watch it from the car, dick.”

Okoye sits up, turning her head back toward the mysterious Carol Danvers, “It was nice meeting you, Carol.”

“Just like that, we’re done? Really?” She smiles, watching at Okoye stands, “You’re not even a little impressed?”

Okoye takes a few steps, walking backward as Wanda loops her arm within hers, “My insta is OkoyeFromWakanda, two y’s.”

Carol eyes crinkle as she smiles back, wiggling her fingers, “Bye beautiful. Talk to you soon.”

Okoye turns, dropping her head as Wanda glances back toward Carol. She leans into Okoye as they move toward the street, “Who the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know,” Okoye laughs, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight, “My new girlfriend, I think?”

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mcurarepairsbingo · 5 years

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MCU RarePairs Bingo infopost!

WHAT IS THIS?

The MCU Rareparis Bingo is, just like all the other bingos around there, a year-long event created to promote the creation of new contents. The aim of this particular bingo is to give more visibility to the so-called rarepairs present among the MCU fandom.

Which ships are considered rarepairs?

A rarepair is a term for a pairing or ship that is rare in a fandom. It is not featured in many fanworks and makes up an only a small proportion of the overall total. A rare pair may be canon, but is often not. Some pairings may be shipped by a lot of fans, but be uncommon in fanworks. A rarepair may be a fan’s OTP, or just shipped on the side (fanlore).

For this event, will be considered as rarepairs all the pairs that have less than 1500 fics on AO3. Every ship will be considered separately, which means that if you want to create contents for you OT+ but one of the relationships involved has more than 1500 you can go for it. (for example Bruce/Tony/Nat will be accepted even if Bruce/Tony has >4444 fics up on AO3 right now).

How can I inform you of my fills?

When you post a fill on tumblr, mention @mcurarepairsbingo and/or tag it as #mcurarepairsbingo and #mcu rarepairs bingo 2019 within the first five tags. If you post the works on Pillowfort reblog them into the event community. An AO3 collection will be set up in some days as well and you can send your fills at [email protected] if you post them on a different social network.

TIMELINE:

1 JUNE - 15 JUNE: Sign-up weeks

15 JUNE - 18 JUNE: Cards sent (you can start to create contents from this week)

18 JUNE - 22 JUNE: Cards review and resent

18 MAY 2020: Event deadline

29 MAY - 5 JUNE 2020: Masterpost published and Partecipation Gifts sent

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speckledcoffeecups · 5 years

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Peter image from @marvelusholland on twitter (Linked here). I am unable to locate the source of the Loki image please let me know if you have a source.

For the @mcurarepairsbingo fill of No Powers and the ship of Frostspider Title: Casual Affair Rating: Teen

Warnings: None

Blurb under the cut!

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Peter was a muggle born wizard who knew nothing of magic or spells or the fantastic creatures that were hidden in the word. He knew math, and reading, and that he needed to be kind to people because they deserve it.

Loki was the exact opposite. A second year when Peter comes to Hogwarts, he’s a moody boy who will never live up to Thor, his fourth year brother and golden child Gryffindor. He suspects that the new year of students will be nothing more than a hindrance to his goals to get out from under the Odinson house in any way possible. Peter is just a blip on his screen, an charming boy, but nothing more than that.

It’s in Peter’s third year where both Peter and Loki are taking advanced DADA courses and are in Dueling club together, that Loki discovers the boy for who he really is. Not an insufferable Hufflepuff who is too charming and cares too much about everything in that annoyingly pleasant way Hufflepuff’s do. No Loki see’s this boy who is much too intelligent for his own good struggling against his own problems. Peter had been struggling with accepting himself in his own house where his family doesn’t know what to do with his brain, and a friend who he can’t talk to about this but still writes to him as often as he can. Peter also see’s in Loki someone who is lost and needs a friend and more importantly someone who believes in him and see’s him for more than just an Odinson. By the time Peter’s in his 6th year they’ve been friends for so damn long and Peter decides it’s time to make a move or he might die never knowing what it would be like to love someone with his whole heart. Just as Peter was about to confess his feelings with shaky hands and a cracking voice, Loki lit a cigarette and let the smoke float away with the words that caught Peter’s attention. “You’re more important to me than my brother sometimes.” “What?” Peter asked caught off guard. “Yeah. He’s an oaf, would follow father to the ends of the Earth even if it killed him.” The Slytherin took a long drag of his cigarette before speaking again. “You...” he shook his head and his eyes crinkled as he thought. “You’re something else.” “I love you.” Peter said and flushed inching away just enough. “I...” Loki stared at him, cigarette frozen halfway to his lips. “What?” “I...” Peter swallowed and spoke with more confidence. “I love you. And I have. I just haven’t been able to say it.” He watched Loki for a moment before standing and grabbing his cloak, feeling his wand in his pocket. “I’m sorry, I’ll just leave,” he mumbled and ducked his head. He heard shuffling behind him and Loki caught him by his wrist, and pulled him back. “I never said I didn’t...I can’t love as easily,” Loki said softly thumb brushing the inside of his wrist. Peter clenched his hand into a fist, tugging softly but Loki didn’t relent. He never did and that’s part of the reason he feel for him. Loki was willing to fight for those who he cared for. “I know,” Peter said and wet his lips. “I just had to say it. We’re only a month away from you leaving and I had to say something, and I’m sorry, I just-” “I love you too.... I think,” Loki said cutting Peter off. The vulnerability in his voice almost hurt Peter. He was always so confident, at least to others, but to Peter he had always been just Loki. He swallowed and turned shifting his arm in Loki’s grasp. He looked up at Loki, and the elder looked down at him. It took only a moment, the Hufflepuff feeling confident. He cupped the back of Loki’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss that felt soft and warm and right.

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bladesandstars · 5 years

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100 Ways/MCU Rarepairs Bingo Fill - 82. “I was in the neighborhood.”

@mcurarepairsbingo square: Depression (I could have used Jessica or Wade, but I'm going to be writing them both again for sure, so I went for this square instead)

Also written for #82 of my 100 Ways Challenge: “I was in the neighborhood.”

Rating: T for language

Pairing: Jessica Jones/Wade Wilson

Summary: Jessica grudgingly stops by Wade's apartment. Not because she cares whether he answers his phone or not, obviously.

Warnings: No AO3 warnings apply; also tagged as References to Depression; Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism; Fluff; Pre-Relationship

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“Hey.” Her voice rings out, sharp and a little stale, rough with too many nights’ missed sleep, because of a fresh pile of problems, most of them hers but some of them not; none of them solved.

The floor is littered with pizza boxes and cast-off items of clothing, and—is that a stuffed unicorn? Jessica rolls her eyes. Shit, seriously; if Jessica’s apartment looked like this, she’d be halfway into a bottle of whiskey or four by this point.

Which is, actually, why she’s here, though she shoves her hands further into the pockets of her leather jacket and darts her gaze around sullenly to put up a wall around that particular feeling. He hasn’t been around, and she doesn’t let the word “worried” cross her thoughts, but she does kick a hilariously-patterned shirt aside and peek around the corner.

“Wade. You here?”

Impossibly, he swings himself down from—somewhere on the kitchen ceiling and leans toward her, the teasing twinkle in his eyes shallow and false, if Jessica has it right, and she thinks she does, by now.

“What, are you fucking Spider-man now? Get down from there, you jackass.”

Wade complies, in a swift movement, but twists to the side once he’s down, setting off a chain reaction of popping sounds.

“How did you get past my complicated security system?”

“The old lady with the gun is blind and your deadbolt is loose. Also there’s the whole—” She shrugs, awkwardly, still not sure how to describe it.

“The fact that you picked up and threw a station wagon by yourself a few weeks ago. Yeah, no keeping you out of somewhere you wanna be, I guess. Thanks for not blowing a hole in my drywall.” He fishes something out of a weird-looking breadbox. “Corn nut?”

“That was one time. And ugh, no.”

“No, it wasn’t.” He holds up a finger like he’s going to start ticking them off, but she interrupts him.

“Shut it.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” He strikes a seductive pose behind the counter. “Maybe one of these days you’ll step on me like I deserve.”

She looks away in shock. “Jesus, Wade, dial it down.”

He blinks at her in mock surprise. “You know, for the bad back. I hear that’s useful. What were you thinking?” He waits a beat, then drapes dramatic fingers over his chest. “Oh my god. Pervert.”

“Seriously, stop talking for three seconds, please.” She is doing her absolute best not to smile and really, really hoping she’s succeeding.

“Malcolm was worried. You’re not answering your phone.”

We didn’t”—at a smarmily knowing glance from Wade, she rolls her eyes and revises—“I didn’t want you to just disappear—be someone we talked to once and never heard from again.”

“Like Green Lantern?”

“Who?”

“Exactly.”

“Whatever.” Jessica can’t suppress another eyeroll, and she adds a disinterested hand wave for effect. He’s not making a lot less sense than usual.

“You know what? Put—something on that doesn’t have dinosaurs on it, and we’re going for a cup of coffee.”

“I have coffee here.”

“Bet you don’t.” She narrows her eyes at him; pinning him down isn’t exactly comfortable, but he clearly needs to get out of the apartment.

As predicted, he avoids opening the fridge or the cupboards, sauntering off to change. “My dinosaurs look great, thank you very much. Besides, can’t be worse than the face, right?”

His voice trails off, and the tiny amount of strain behind the humor seeps through and makes Jessica stare at her shoes. Does she feel sorry for him? No, that’s not it. She’s pissed. Pissed at him for letting things get this bad without doing something about it, calling someone. Calling her? She’s not sure. It’s confusing and angers her to think about, so she balls up her fists and paces to the kitchen instead.

Wade had failed to mention that she’d thrown an (empty) station wagon over his head, directly into the path of another one of the overpowered crazytown monsters that seem to proliferate wherever freaks like her—and Wade, too, she supposes—show up. He’d thanked her with a firm handshake and a “pleasedon’tbreakmyhand,” and both had caught her off guard.

Wade emerges from the other room again, all brash indifference, and Jessica almost doesn’t want to look, fearing hammer pants or jorts or worse. But he just looks normal: a dark red sweater and some nicely tailored jeans. She nods with approval and turns toward the door.

“Alright, Bellatrix, coffee on you, let’s go.”

“Bellatrix? Save that shit for Strange; I don’t know any spell bullshit.”

“Ok Daria, let’s hustle.”

“Who the fuck is Daria?”

“Oh my God you’re a literal baby.”

Their voices cascade down the stairs, and Jessica tosses Wade a look as he ostentatiously locks the deadbolt she picked earlier. She knows he doesn’t really care; that anyone who finds their way inside is going to have a bad time, and she grins in recognition of this odd thing they share.

He catches it, and when he smirks back there’s a little bit of smugness and a little bit of gratitude wrapped up in the expression, too.

“Can’t wait to hear all about how your coffee is black, like your soul, and—ooh this place around the corner has strawberry pie. Do you like strawberry pie?”

She does, and she knows exactly the overdone, larger-than-life dessert he’s talking about, held together by a gelatin redder than anything that exists in nature, and again the grin’s not suppressed as she nods.

They walk in silence for a minute, and Wade’s curious, light tone doesn’t fool her.

“Why’d you come by, really?”

Jessica finds herself swinging an arm in the sunshine, and shrugs.

“I was in the neighborhood.”

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