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Just so it’s in writing
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Left Behind In Expired Moments - Natasha Romanoff x Betty Ross
Was I the only one picking up on that “we used to sleep together” tension between Natasha and Betty in this week’s "What If" episode or am I just really gay?
Word Count: 872
Warnings: Mention of Alcohol, Small Allusion to Sex
Dr. Betty Ross catches a glimpse of red hair and freezes. She’s put physical distance between herself and S.H.I.E.L.D. for many reasons; she doesn’t know how to handle one of those reasons slowly snaking up to her with that unwavering stare.
And Romanoff thrives off of the way her entire body tenses, she just knows it. Betty crosses her arms across her chest, feeling disgustingly small as she takes a small step back, pretends not to know that Natasha’s nonchalance and heavy husk are just projected overcompensations for the way her ever observant eyes soften so slightly at Betty’s discomfort.
Pick Up Games - A 90s Avengers Fic
Synopsis: In a universe where Carol Danvers stays her ass put on Earth and the entire MCU takes place during the greatest decade, I present to you: the Avengers in the 90s, playing street ball
Pairings: Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau, BestFriends!Maria Rambeau & Sam Wilson, Implied Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, V Subtle BlackHill
Warnings: Allusions to the traumatizing singing animatronics at Chuck E. Cheese
Word Count: 1,156
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In 1996, Sam Wilson is always wearing his Scottie Pippen Chicago Bulls jersey.
“MJ would be nothing without Pippen,” he constantly and confidently explains to anyone who will listen. “Every Michael needs his Scottie.”
Sam thinks he’s a much better basketball player than he actually is, but he can hold his own if he can keep his trigger-happy hands from launching an unnecessary three-pointer in pick-up games. He’ll maybe make one per game (and will consider himself the next Steve Kerr because of it), but he makes up for it because he’s the absolute king of assists.
Sam and Carol Danvers lead the charge to get some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and the Avengers together to play pick-up every Saturday morning at the closest park. Maria and Monica Rambeau always dutifully watch from the bleachers (the former acting like its her greatest weekend inconvenience, though they all know she loves it). Monica insists on bringing the boombox, acts as the official DJ as she switches back and forth between the local hip hop and classic rock stations, because Carol swears nothing gets her in the game like glam metal.
A Soul for a Soul - Chapter 2
Pairings: Past Natasha Romanoff/Black!Reader, Eventual Carol Danvers/Black!Reader
Genre: Grief/Angst
Warnings: Mention of Characters' Death, Cursing, Lots o' Sad
Word Count: 3,016
Chapter 1
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There was a party raging on the battlefield, because no one didn’t know what else to do, except you all knew Tony would want you to celebrate. But maybe everyone just wanted to put off mourning till morning, didn’t quite yet want to deal with the consequences, for better or for worse.
It was an easier concept to swallow when Thor and his pretty warrior friend with the flying horse disappeared for a moment, then came back in minutes with as much Asgardian beer and liquor as they could manage (which, between the two of them, was a whole damn lot). A friend of Rocket’s - Star Lord - then took the charge, cracking open the first beer and finishing off half it in a single gulp before blasting some mix tape of 70s tunes from his space ship that soon turned the battlefield, this graveyard, into an all-out function.
“what are you reading?”
“its a…online book.”
“oh cool, what’s it about?”
“….uh….”
I love that everyone just knows
Or…alternately:
“what are you writing?”
“it’s a….story.”
“oh cool, what’s it about?”
“…uh…”
“can i read it?”
I will never not reblog this
I love that over the last decade fan fiction has become more main stream but authors still won’t admit they write it
i am all of those at the same time
And it’s always a parent asking
Just @ me
Last year I wrote more than 60 million words and still when people say, “What do you write?” I answer short stories.
Me in college trying to explain to my roommate the self-insert real person fic (🥴) I was writing and sending to @thescarletfang lmao
This is maybe niche AF but I lowkey want to write a Stumptown/Brooklyn 99 crossover fic where Dex Parios and Rosa Diaz go from rival private investigators to chaotic bi bros. Purely platonic because we need more queer friendship rep
Actually fuck fanfic - give me a TV spin-off of these two taking cases and picking up women together
A Soul for a Soul
Tryna break into the wlw Marvel tumblr fic world; consider this grief-ridden multi-chapter fic my resume ;)
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/Black!Reader, Eventual Carol Danvers/Black!Reader
Genre: Grief, Angst, Romance
Summary: You thought you were used to the struggle. Between growing up as an orphan in Oakland before elbowing your way through the ranks of S.H.I.E.L.D., you were sure nothing could faze you.
But then you lose the love of your life and for the first time ever, you’re not sure how to move forward.
Notes: In this world, Peter Parker survived the Snap and S.H.I.E.L.D. still exists, just underground. Also features an OC with pyrokinetic abilities who’s the Reader’s best friend.
Chapter One - Hope
Word Count: 3,666
Warnings: Cursing, Allusions to Sex, Very Slight Ant-Man Slander, but Out of Love
In a lot of ways, the past five years had been quiet.
You’d grown up in Oakland, gone to college in Washington D.C., then lived and worked in New York ever since. You didn’t like quiet.
The biggest cities had lost their bustle, and it was one of the many reasons why you resented Thanos.
That and for taking the little bit of family you’d ever had. And the two men who were the closest things you had had to living brothers. And your absolute best friend in the world.
You coped in the way you always had - through work and through perspective. With Agents Fury and Hill gone in the snap, along with half of S.H.I.E.L.D. that had been underground after its public fall, you had moved through the ranks overnight (and you had been pretty high up there to begin with), taking over a great bulk of the remaining operations of the covert agency. Those first couple of years, you were in D.C. during the week days, watching as a fractured government slowly tried to repair itself while dispatching any leftover agents to take care of the chaos that had arisen in the aftermath. You’d go home to a pathetic one-bedroom apartment in the city most nights, it often being too late to commute to where you really wanted to be, get a few hours of sleep, then do it all over again.
It was all right. Kept you distracted. Made you feel purposeful.
It was the weekends, though, you found your truest solace. You’d put off all your responsibilities except in case of an emergency, take a quinjet up north to the Avengers compound, spend Saturday and Sunday with the woman you loved. Most of the time, you’d have the entire compound to yourselves. Maybe you didn’t like the quiet, but you loved it when it was quiet when you were with her.
The way the T’Challa episode of “What If” had more emotional resonance in 30 minutes than “Guardians of the Galaxy 2” had in 2 hours!
Now That’s How You Do Daddy Issues™️! Vol. 2
Can we please talk about why this guided journal by Lea Michele costs $877 and why Amazon says it was published in 1672????
Surprised QAnon isn’t investigating this like the Wayfair cabinet children
I feel like I need to write a post-WWII HowardBucky fic inspired by this pic of Dominic Cooper.
Stark's stressed beyond belief as he pulls another late night tryna get S.H.I.E.L.D. off the ground. Tipsy Bucky comes across Howard and things happen.
Stolen Jeep - Part I
Ok hear me out
Bucky Barnes and Howard Stark, bros to lovers, set in the Captain Carter “What If” timeline
(Because I have an uncontrollable urge to make everything gay. Sorry, can’t help it.)
“Bet you won’t steal that jeep.” Stark baits Barnes with a quirk of the brows.
Bucky hits Howard with a look - brooding Barnes meets scheming Stark, and there’s *sparks* that neither of them are gonna talk about.
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”
So of course Bucky steals the damn jeep and Stark is thrilled, because he’s finally gotten one of these stiff ass army punks to dick around with him.
Not like dick around, he doesn’t mean it literally, but…you know what, I’m just gonna stop talking.
They whisk off swole!Peggy & scrawny!Steve in the stolen jeep, stocked up with a buncha also-stolen whiskey (Barnes is a rascal, and Stark is loving. it.) with plans to steal one last thing - just one moment where it doesn’t feel like they have the entire world on their shoulders.
They end up parked on this overlook with glittering stars as far as they can see, and of course in no time, Peggy and Steve meander off to make eyes at each other and talk vaguely around their feelings with that overused dance metaphor, leaving Howard to catch Bucky’s eyes and waggle his brows suggestively at their two friends’ retreat.
“Don’t get too frisky!” he calls out devilishly at Peggy and Steve’s ebbing figures. “We still got a war to get back to!”
Bucky tilts back his head and howls, bottle of whiskey dangling from his fingers. He can just imagine Steve’s cherry blush.
“She’s gonna break ‘im,” he says, and Stark joins in on his cackling.
“Hell, I’d let her break me,” Stark jokes. Barnes smirks.
“Yeah? You like ‘em buff?”
If that sounds suggestive, then Bucky’s blaming it on the alcohol and not on how the air suddenly seems thicker between the two of them.
Because, look. Bucky’s a dude in his prime, but being in the army - there ain’t much of a chance for some action, you know? And we’re not talking frontline, Hydra-busting, gun-toting action here.
But, like, Bucky’s dick’s been real dry lately.
And he’s always been…not a homo, because he can appreciate a dame real good but, ya know, he can appreciate a lot of other things too.
Like a lot of different kinds of people.
Fellas. He could appreciate some fellas.
Not that he’d ever say it out loud (not that he ever could; they’d boot him back to the States so quick he wouldn’t have a chance to pack). But there were a few nights he found his arms wrapped around Steve to, you know, comfort a friend but maybe he enjoyed it a little more than that.
All that to say - Buck’s drunk and constantly horny and he can recognize a handsome man when he sees one.
And Stark - yeah, he’s handsome. A little smarmy but good looking.
Speaking of Stark, he’s smirking now too at Barnes’ suggestion as he gives a coy shrug and a quick sweep of the Sergeant’s frame.
“I like ‘em all sorts of ways.”
Because c’mon, you can’t tell me playboy hedonism isn’t in the Stark genes and just because he doesn’t fondue with Peggy doesn’t me he hasn’t fondued with fongirls and fondudes and everyone outside and in-between. He’s a rich and charming New Yorker, dammit, who came of age during the Roaring 20s.
Like y’all really think alcohol was the only thing people were sneaking during those Prohibition parties. Sexual fluidity wasn’t invented in the 21st century; just talked about more.
Now Howard’s definitely gonna eventually settle down with a lady - that’s ultimately more his speed. But in the meantime…how does that one saying go?
All’s fair in love and war.
And they’re in the middle of a pretty big war right now.
So yeah, Stark’s drunk and he’s feeling mischievous and Barnes is all ruggedly handsome in a way that he can really appreciate. He’s always liked a square jaw.
And Bucky likes ‘em a little delicate and real mouthy.
So when Peggy and Steve make their way back to the look-out, hands slotted together after finally getting that kiss - quick and chaste but so sweet - they find Stark and Barnes fucking in the back of that stolen jeep.
(Can’t decide if it’s “Brokeback Mountain,” all-the-way-fucking-in, 0 to 100 style or if it’s a gentle arthouse hand job à la “Moonlight” - I’ll let y’all decide.)
“Guess we can’t return that jeep now,” Steve quips.
*Cue trombone whomp-whomp sfx. Marvel’s 20 minute credit sequence starts to roll*
Part II
amazingly hilarious!! singlehandedly got me aboard this ship
THANK YOU and welcome aboard!
anyway to conclude, here’s some lashana lynch for the timeline because 🥵🥵🥵
imagine being so straight that you see this picture and don’t think carol & maria were wives
couldn’t be me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
just read a fic where maria rambeau & sam wilson are best friends and my black ass really needs this to be mcu canon
Stolen Jeep - Part II: Sticky Fingers
Issa me, ur fave pervert back with more HowardBucky 'cause I can't stop (until my ADHD inevitably gets bored of this ship next week).
(Also, I wouldn't say this is graphic, but it's def NSFW.)
Part I
So Bucky swears it’s only gonna be once. One good blowjob from a millionaire genius, getting the knees of his overpriced slacks scuffed up on the dirty jeep floorboard, and that’s gotta be enough to last him through this godforsaken war.
Howard, of course, knew it was gonna happen again.
He gives himself a challenge ‘cause how do you think he got to be the Howard Stark? By pushing himself. And he’s gonna keep pushing himself on Barnes’ cock but first, he’s gonna goad the Sergeant into stealing as many things as possible. And they’re gonna fuck in every single one.