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We’re moving!
Dear Followers!
As you may have noticed, it has been a bit quiet around here. That’s because none of the current mods have admin-rights on this blog and so we have to move.
We’d be happy if you’d come with us! We’re now at
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and can even answer your asks again. Yay! Nothing else changes (for now) and you can still tag your posts #mcufemslash if you want us to reblog what you have created - we’d love to do that!
We’re moving!
Dear Followers!
As you may have noticed, it has been a bit quiet around here. That’s because none of the current mods have admin-rights on this blog and so we have to move.
We’d be happy if you’d come with us! We’re now at
mcu-femslash.tumblr.com
and can even answer your asks again. Yay! Nothing else changes (for now) and you can still tag your posts #mcufemslash if you want us to reblog what you have created - we’d love to do that!
We’re moving!
Dear Followers!
As you may have noticed, it has been a bit quiet around here. That’s because none of the current mods have admin-rights on this blog and so we have to move.
We’d be happy if you’d come with us! We’re now at
mcu-femslash.tumblr.com
and can even answer your asks again. Yay! Nothing else changes (for now) and you can still tag your posts #mcufemslash if you want us to reblog what you have created - we’d love to do that!
MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE FEMSLASH HOLIDAY GIFT EXCHANGE.
Alright guys. If you like MCU and you like Femslash and you like making/receiving things you should sign up for this. Super easy.
Step 1. read the rules
Step 2. apply
Step 3. wait for your assignment
Step 4. Submit your gifts and wait for fun stuff in the mail.
This is totally non-denominational/non-religious. [hence holiday exchange]
Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I’ll write you something.
It is one of those missions in which she has to dress as a wealthy, single lady, and cover herself with a fake name. The type of mission Natasha is brilliant at. Every time, she manages to home in on her target, show a little of her charm, her curvaceous hips, and he’s gone. Realistically speaking, Natasha is painfully overqualified for this sort of work, but she’s the best of the best, and no one is stopping her.
She sports a red dress, which hugs her form flatteringly; her scarlet hair draping past her shoulders, revealing her very pretty neck, and ample bosom. It is her eyes, though, which are so startling. Gorgeous in contrast to the colour of her dress and hair.
The moment she lays eyes on the man, King of a relatively big gang of criminals, she knows this will not be difficult. In the past, he’s sent out the order to kill a variety of men, sell drugs, women, even children, and as gross as his work is, the man is absolutely pathetic when he sees Natasha.
Because he just spills everything she needs to know.
Natasha doesn’t even try.
It’s almost embarrassing for her.
As soon as she has various testimonies about who he is and what he does stored in her voice recorder, she gives the signal. Suddenly, around twenty to thirty Shield agents come out of nowhere, and take him away. Of course he doesn’t miss out on calling Natasha a few rude names, to which she just takes as a compliment.
Anything to piss off a shit.
The Director of Shield passes Natasha on her way out of the building. Despite Peggy nearing the age of sixty-five, Natasha has to admit she still looks fantastic. Not to mention she also holds Margaret Carter in very high regard. She’s a brilliant woman, and not a force to be reckoned with. Natasha is happy to accept her praise.
‘Good work, agent. I couldn’t have done it better myself. Or, once, when I was young.’
Natasha shrugs. ‘I wouldn’t put it passed you.’
The subtle compliment doesn’t take long to process in the Director’s head. Peggy cocks a brow, smiling crookedly. ‘Do you really think so?’
A nod. Certain. ‘Absolutely. In fact, I’d love to see it happen.’
They both pause, watching each other.
Peggy grins, and she looks most fetching. ‘Are you flirting with me?’
Without offering a response, Natasha simply smiles, and walks away.
Just sitting here waiting for more Bobbi/Natasha fanwork when I could do it myself…but I’d love more fic /awkward wink
Spidery Hill
R E S T L E S S
It’s bizarre––terrifying––how can she vanish just like that. One day, this woman who has somehow become a part of her life will not come back to her. There’s not a thing Peggy can do to keep her here for, at least, a little while longer. To understand her, to touch her body like a map, to study and read her like a book, spread her fingers across every inch of her skin––to know her.
Natasha is the type of lady she could write about in diaries and letters. A stranger she feels much too close to. Someone who is a complete mystery to her, but really––there’s not that much mystery to this woman, after all. She’s an orphan, trained at a school in Russia, despatched to complete missions.
She is not a weapon. Not an idea. Not a fantasy, or a soldier with sin draped over her shoulders.
Natasha Romanoff/Margaret Carter Modern Alternate Universe Chaptered. Currently Ongoing.
AO3 ; FFN
How long do we have? We’re just minutes from the safe house. No, I mean until they find those guards we tied up…
cartinelli + looking at each other
An Okay Thing.
Peggy/Natasha – Alternate Universe Domestic Cuddling (because poor Nat gets exhausted) – suggested by the wonderful ponderess Oneshot The fluff has killed me
LINK: ao3
Full Story Below The Cut.
Weiterlesen
Angie’s steps to cure ennui: 1. Call in sick. 2. Make your kickass English girlfriend call in sick too. 3. Bike through the countryside like a boss.
I’m pretty sure it was toodrunktofindaurl who said something about Angie wanting to find out the backstories to all of Peggy’s scars. Yes? (correct me if I’m wrong). Anyway, I randomly thought about that today, and not all of her scars could’ve come from being a secret agent. (I’m willing to bet all of you have a scar from childhood). So here’s this.
“What’s this one from?” Angie asked, trailing a long, thin scar down Peggy’s calf.
They were laying on the mattress together and Angie had made it her mission to find out the backstory to all of Peggy’s scars. For once, Peggy didn’t brush her aside and change the subject.
“I got it while I was in Berlin,” Peggy explained. Despite the seriousness of the topic, the older woman was twirling a piece of Angie’s hair between her fingers and wearing a lazy smile. “A bomb went off not too far from where I was standing and a piece of debris got lodged there. I’m lucky it wasn’t any worse.”
“Jesus, English,” Angie gasped. She shivered at the thought of some doctor having to dig out a piece of metal from Peggy’s leg, but Peggy just chuckled lowly and pulled her in for a kiss.
“You’re the one who asked,” Peggy pointed out as she pulled back.
Angie shrugged and crawled into Peggy’s lap, grabbing one of the older woman’s hands and lacing their fingers together. On the thumb, she noticed a small white line — probably at least a decade old. “What about this one?”
“Which one?” Peggy mumbled, having stopped paying attention to bury her nose in the golden-brown hair.
“The one on your thumb.”
Peggy stiffened and Angie wondered what memories a scar so tiny could have brought up. “I don’t want to talk about it,” Peggy said shortly, yanking her hand back from Angie.
“I’m sorry,” Angie whispered, mentally cursing herself for having asked. “I’ll stop. I’m sorry.”
Peggy sighed and shook her head, wrapping her arms tightly around Angie. “No, I’m sorry. It’s not anything traumatic, I promise you.”
“If it’s not that bad, then why can’t I know?” Angie was still using the saddest possible tone, hoping Peggy would fall for it and reveal the truth behind the little scar.
When Peggy groaned, Angie knew she had won. “It’s incredibly embarrassing,” she sighed, but Angie gave her the biggest puppy-dog eyes she could, begging her to go on. “It’s from my childhood.”
“Really?” Angie squeaked. It wasn’t very often Peggy spoke about her younger years, and Angie was always desperate to know what she had been like as a child. Probably running about the English countryside chasing all the boys.
“My mother was sick and couldn’t get out of bed, so I decided I would cook dinner.” Angie wrinkled her nose at the thought. Twice she had seen Peggy try to cook, and both times ended in utter disaster. “Only I couldn’t cook.”
“No shit,” Angie muttered.
The glare from Peggy shut her up quickly enough. “I was only six… I can’t remember how no one caught me rummaging about the kitchen, but I managed to make a complete disaster of it. There was flour and salt everywhere. And then I decided we needed vegetables, and since I always saw my mother chop them, I thought I might do the same.”
“Oh no,” Angie whispered under her breath.
“I almost chopped off my thumb,” Peggy admitted. “My father walked in to see me crying, surrounded by flour and blood. I thought he was angry at the mess I’d made, rather than the fact I’d hurt myself.”
Since telling the story, Peggy had once again allowed Angie to hold her hand and look at the scar. Angie brought it up to her lips and gave the little scar a kiss.
“Poor baby Pegs,” Angie said, although she found the image incredibly sweet. “Your dad was mad at you?
“I don’t think he was pleased with me almost cutting off my finger, no,” Peggy said with a smirk. “Fortunately, there was a doctor living near us, and he put me back together. And he wasn’t half as angry as my mother was when she saw the condition of our kitchen.”
“She was really mad over a little bit of flour?” Peggy bit her bottom lip, and Angie thought back to the time the English woman had tried to bake a cake. “Oh dear god, it wasn’t like that one time you…”
“I was six!” Peggy said defensively, but Angie was laughing too hard to hear her.
“I’m never lettin’ you near our kitchen again!” she said after calming down, still clutching her sides.
“If you do that, I won’t be able to make you tea,” Peggy pointed out with a playful smile.
Angie pretended to think it over, and eventually came up with a compromise. “I guess I can supervise.”
“How kind of you,” the older woman said dryly, but Angie started giggling again at the thought of little Peggy covered in flour, trying to cut vegetables.
“I gotta call Mr. Fancy and ask him to teach you to cook.” Angie was sure the other scars on Peggy’s body were all testament to how many times she’d danced with death, but it baffled her how the woman could survive long enough to make it even that far, without having the ability to prepare an edible meal.
One Up 3/3
Chapter 3 finishes off the fic.
Title: One Up Rating: R/M Characters: Peggy, Angie, Jarvis Pairings: Peggy/Angie Summary: The Stark Estate recently had some historical artifacts stolen that were on their way to an actual charity auction. Agent Carter isundercover with Stark Estate representative Jarvis, trying to findthe items one by one. Note: Decided to use my own app for a prompt, and pulled out: “good old fashioned pawn shop waffle iron bidding war.” Modern AU.
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let the ashes fall
peggy and natasha three chaptered story (complete) post world war II just something sweet I guess?
I write about Natasha. My dear one. [Natasha/Peggy]
My head rests on her stomach. I can hear the water flowing by our feet, I can feel her breathing, the soft rise of her chest. Her hand rests on my back, and her fingertips trail down my spine every once in a while. The wind tickles my cheeks.
The touch of her hand makes me sleepy. I exhale slowly and her other arm comes around my waist. As I try to keep my eyelids open, it only gets harder, until I eventually lose the battle.
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“Care for a dance?”
a while ago you posted a just imagine thing with izombie and skimmons and now I'm stuck on it with overly enthusiastic jemma who thinks skye being a zombie is the best thing ever.
So when I originally started an iZombie AU, I had Jemma as the zombie but I hope this works too? And I hope that this story lives up to your awesome prompt!
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