Hello! Are you still running this bingo in 2021? Thank you. :)
Sorry it took so long to answer. Iâd like to do it, yes, probably signing ups will start around March/April đ but I suggest to whoever is interested in the 2021 edition to keep following the blog for further and more precise information.
I donât really remember if I ever addresed this matter in any other post, but I think I kinda did, anyways, youâll have until September 15th to post your stuff and then youâll have until October 1st to post your masterposts.Â
Little gifts for fills will be up somewhen round the second half of October!
I would love a WidowStrange ficlet. Maybe a no powers AU and fluffy? I need some fluff so very much these days.
I somehow got inspired for something longer and more complex that Iâll eventually post on AO3, but for now thereâs a little ballerina!Nat x surgeon!Stephen thing. Hope youâll like it and itâs fluffy enough <3 (this also goes as fill for my Natasha Romanoff square in @mcurarepairsbingo card)
The lift opened with a soft and barely audible âblingâ and Natasha got out of it, walking down the hallway it just opened on. It was a familiar sight, a place where to go back which was possibly even more house than her own home.
She smiled, looking over her shoulder to notice nobody was around. Not that she expected someone to be there, but it was more like an occupational hazard than anything else and, well, there was a reason why the empty vase outside from the apartment she was trying to enter was the best hideout from the spare keys and that was not only because it was the most logical one (to the point that nobody would have actually used it), but because nobody knew what was hidden inside. Nobody but Natasha herself and the owner of the apartment.
She knew he wouldnât have been back for another hour or so, which was good. Three flights in twenty-four hours were a lot, even for her, and all Nat needed was some junk food and a shower, and then falling asleep in the arms of her favourite neurosurgeon.
She smiled, pushing the door open to Stephen Strangeâs attic and all but collapsing against the leather sofa.
She didnât even realize she fell asleep until she could feel a hand in her hair and her eyes slowly fluttered open while a lazy smile appeared on her lips. Somebody wrapped her in a soft red blanket and that somebody was now looking down at her.
âWelcome back,â Stephen smirked, bending over to kiss her. âHow was work?â
She somehow managed to get up in a seated position so that he could seat by her side, and when he did, she let her feet rest in Strangeâs lap. âI donât want to see a pair of pointe shoes for the next week,â She laughed. âAnd you, how many lives have you saved while I was gone?â
âI might develop a God complex if thatâs how you see my job,â He smirked.
âItâs kinda late to prevent that, Mister Doctor,â The playful light in Stephenâs eyes was something that she wasnât used to seeing when they werenât alone. It was nice to look at it, to realize how she was the one able to make it appear.
âItâs Doctor, not Mister Doctor,â Strange replied, and while his tone was serious once again, she knew him enough to understand he was still joking. âIâll let it pass just because Tao and I missed you.â
Natasha laughed, moving over to kiss the doctor and, as if prompted by her name, Stephenâs cat started to meow at them. âYou can say you both just needed someone to keep you company and feed you every couple of days.â
Stephenâs laugh was silenced by yet another kiss.
What Do You Need? (Maria Hill x Reader x Pepper Potts)
Summary: After a terrible mission, Pepper and Maria keep the reader company and stop them from falling off the rails. Warnings: drinking, alcohol, guilt, mild depression, mention of death
Notes: Not requested by anyone but I figured with all the sweet soft pride prompts that one slightly angsty fic wouldnât go amiss. Please let me know what you think!
@ladiesofmarvelbingoâ square E3: Pepper/Maria
@mcurarepairsbingoâ square C4: drunkness
Words: 1687
The darkness was peaceful. It surrounded you, a comfortable weight on your shoulders, and blocked out the visions of suffering and pain and death. You saw their twisted faces whenever you closed your eyes but you could throw yourself into the void of the night and be free from the harsh screams and desperate pleas for a few hours.Â
Youâd always liked it up here. The new Stark Industries tower looked out across the city, a perfect, distanced view of the world below. Whenever you met with Pepper, you always insisted it be up here in her office. Something about the view helped keep the often terrible things you did in the name of freedom in perspective.Â
You werenât surprised when she showed up; after all, this was her office and every inch was covered by hidden cameras (not so well hidden that you werenât able to see them, though). She took one look at you, curled up in the corner, cheek pressed against the cool glass window and sighed. This wasnât the first time sheâd found you like this and it probably wouldnât be the last.Â
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Auctioned
Squares Filled: @buckybarnesbingo Square B1: Alien Planet
@ladiesofmarvelbingo Square E2:Â âThen tears of joy streamed down my face.â
@marvelfluffbingo Square N4: Reunited
@star-spangled-bingo Square B5: Mistaken Identity
@mcurarepairsbingo Square B5: Loki
Author: Artemis_Day (The_Alias)
Pairing: Loki/Jane/Bucky
Rating: Mature
Warning: None
Summary:Â When Loki gets kidnapped, Bucky and Jane will do whatever it takes to save him, no matter how absurd the situation turns out to be.
Hope and Maria had known each other for a long time, their paths having crossed many times over the years. Hope didnât trust SHIELD, not after what theyâd put her father through, but she did trust Hill. She was smart, beautiful and understood the pressures of being a woman in a manâs world. Their friendship grew strong as they shared information and technology, saved the world together multiple times, and it wasnât long before this bad ass pair of women became physically involved.
After Civil War, Maria was technically supposed to capture Hope but couldnât bring herself to arrest her. They met secretly under SHIELDâs radar, gravitating towards each other even more as the world became crazier and turned to shit before their eyes. What was just sex turned into love as they came to rely on the advice and comfort of the other, unable to imagine life without the other.Â
In these private moments, away from the madness, they could just be themselves. They could stop carrying the weight of the world and didnât have to be strong. Alone, they could be vulnerable and soft and make pretend at a real life where nothing mattered except for their love for one another. It never lasted long - the world always needed saving - but for a few moments, it was just them and they could be happy.Â
@marvelfluffbingo square E1: sat on his her lap instead of the chair
Will you host a next round too? If so, any plan when?
Iâll probably will in 2021. We as human species have decided that 2020 doesnât exist đ
No, seriously, Iâve moved the end of this round because I couldnât give all the partecipants the little gifts I was planning and while I WANT to do a second round, Iâll prefer to wait a while until things settle and Iâll be able to maybe look for someone to help me with the event.
Round two would totally be a thing in the future (probably December 2020 Iâll reopen the sign-ups) but not before the end of the year! đ
Bucky had always loved science fiction. He loved to get lost in the wonder of what was possible and consider how the future could be better. When he joined the Avengers, Peter soon learned of Buckyâs interest and immediately got him started on every major sci-fi franchise he had missed over the years.Â
Star Wars ended up being his favourite and when Peter came in brandishing his new, fully functioning lightsaber Bucky couldnât resist having a go with the weapon. That quickly lead to costumes and a fully fledged photo shoot to commemorate the occasion.Â
Summary: After he is kidnapped, Bucky rescues Bruce from a facility which is trying to separate him from the Hulk.Â
Notes: Timelines are not a thing. Science can be whatever bullshit I want it to be. This is pretty much just soft hurt and comfort. Please let me know what you think!
Warnings: mention of torture, mild violence and threat
Words: 1620
  âBruce!â
The bright lights seared his retina, four burning balls of pure white which had been his only constant companion these past days. Bruce was vaguely aware of them dimming, more by the reduced heat on his skin than anything else, but the effort of his rescuer made little difference; the world was still little more than a series of blurred shapes and colours.Â
However, he didnât need to see to know who that gruff voice belonged to. There was only one man whose low tone brought him such immediate relief, the soft words like a cool bandage to his burning flesh. A voice with which Bruce instantly and completely associated with home. James.
Callused hands, capable of inflicting such damage, were so gentle as they pulled him free from the experimental workspace. Each tube and electrode pinched his skin as James plucked them free like tiny bee stings, only where the stinger was coated in a toxic chemical that burned through his nerves like acid.Â
   âAlmost done. Youâre gonna be alright. Hang in there for me."Â
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