#swole!monica

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Bryan was in the middle of his usual workout when he spotted a familiar face on top of a very unfamiliar body. “Monica? Monica Fitzgerald? Is that you?” The giant man asked, sounding excited.

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Monica was in the middle of her own workout, keeping her new buldging muscles ripped and big for Laurie. She took off her headphones and was having some water when she heard a voice...

She could not help but smile. It was Bryan.

"Bryan? Bryan Strickland?" She said excitedly and walked over. She was still smaller than him but taller now. She offered a hand to shake and then flexed her bicep as they held on, replicating the famous movie scene.

"You look bigger than last time, and that is saying something!" She joked. "How are you? Last time I saw you, I was.... Yeah. You good?"

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You know what we could have? Carol Danvers hosting Pride, flanked by Steve "I fucked Bucky Barnes before I was swole" Rogers and Peter "I have giant crushes on both my best friends and haven't figured out how to bring up a poly date" Parker, getting cheered on by their friends and family, having a grand ol' time.

They need more than a little celebrating.

They’ve all, deeply, earned it. Millions of times over.

So Carol lets Monica take control of the colors of her suit, knowing exactly what her child is going to do.

Maria stops in her tracks and cackles when she sees it, but Carol just tosses her hair and poses proudly. Which only makes Maria cackle harder.

“Ms. Danvers, uh, Captain Danvers, uh, Captain Marvel? Are we using our made up names, or -”

“Hey, Peter Parker. You’re doing just fine, kid, just breathe, yeah?”

Peter takes a huge gulp of air, because staying in this cabin in Louisiana with the legendary Carol freaking Danvers and her family has been so, so nice - and he knows, for once, that Aunt May can actually enjoy her alone time in their apartment back in Queens because, for once, he’s out of the house and absolutely safe - but today, they’re heading back to New York City, to the reality of it all, for Earth’s first full-out Pride parade in too long, all Carol’s doing, and her suit is entirely rainbow, now, courtesy of Monica, and he wants to hell her she looks great, but without being creepy, don’t be creepy, and -

“Breathing, right, yeah, that helps.”

“You nervous about seeing your friends again, Peter?” Carol asks, because she knows. Of course she knows.

Peter blushes and Monica giggles. “They probably have crushes on you, too, Peter!”

She’s clearly trying to be supportive, but also… Maria and Carol exchange a wide-eyed glance. No no no no no, absolutely not, their daughter will not be developing crushes on any Avengers today… oh, hell. It’s probably too late. She’s already met Shuri and idolizes the young woman to the point of definite crush.

Maria groans into Carol’s chest, and Carol holds her, kisses her, both children next to them but oblivious to the worlds of conversations and comfort about their daughter growing up passing between them.

“So,” Carol bends to kiss Monica’s rainbow head scarf when she recovers somewhat, “Peter and I are going to be in the sky next to you and Mom in the plane, okay? And we’ll see you when we land in New York.”

“Do I have enough glitter on me? I want to have as much glitter as glitteringly possible!” Monica declares.

“More glitter?” Peter asks, scooping the little girl up just as effortlessly as Carol used to (and still does). “I can help with that!”

“Make sure you don’t completely destroy the bathroom!” Maria pleads. She knows it’s to absolutely no avail, and finds that she doesn’t really mind.

The sounds of Peter and Monica giggling and shrieking with laughter over the intense amounts of glittering going on is enough to soothe Maria and Carol’s worst nightmares for at least a couple of days.

“I love you,” Carol murmurs as she holds Maria from behind.

“Yeah?” Maria teases, and Carol laughs, hard.

“Yeah. And god, is Steve Rogers gonna love you, too.”

Because sure enough.

When they get to New York - Carol and Peter windswept from literal wind, Monica and Maria windswept from inside-the-airplane wind and expert barrel rolls that will turn Monica into a pilot for sure - it’s Steve who notices their entourage landing first, and Steve who sprints out to greet them.

He - or Shuri, more likely - has changed the colors of his shield. From red white and blue to pink lavender and blue.

And his eyes are shining with an excitement Carol hasn’t seen on him since… well, possibly ever.

He hugs Carol and he hugs Peter before dropping to his knees in front of Monica. “You look sufficiently glittered and ready for action, young lady,” he greets, winking up at Maria and offering Monica a salute.

“And your shield seems sufficiently bi-ified, Cap,” Monica quips, and if anyone is surprised that she’s utterly pleased but also utterly unphased to meet Captain America, she’d be the first to remind them that her mother is the strongest Avenger, and that’s not even counting Carol.

Steve laughs and stands to hug Maria, guiding all four of them back to where the rest of the squad is… well, assembling.

Bucky’s arm - still not for sale to Rocket - is also decked out in bi colors, and Sam’s wings - “on your left,” he slips up behind Steve, and Carol laughs so deeply that she almost cries - are as rainbow as Carol’s suit.

And when the parade begins in earnest and Peter stops still and grabs Carol’s arm because he sees MJ and Ned, Carol presses a kiss to his messy hair. “Hey, Peter Parker,” she soothes him smoothly. “You got this.”

He nods and nods again and nods a third time before jogging up to his friends and, with no preamble, blurting, “I have a crush on both of you I feel like that part’s pretty obvious but I would really like to date both of you, like the three of us together dating maybe if that’s okay, and I know it’s a bigger conversation than we can have right now but I figured it’s Pride and when’s better to tell people you love them, because I love you both as friends and also as other things, okay?”

Ned’s eyes flood as he pulls Peter in to a long, close hug, and MJ shrugs as they stand to the side with a smirk, chomping into a churro they’d swiped off Ned a few minutes before.

“Are you in or are you out, MJ?” Ned tries to spare Peter some agony.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you knew. I’ve never been in.” MJ’s smirk morphs into a smile, and then it’s the three of them - it’s always going to be the three of them - and behind them, Carol holds Maria close as they watch Peter and his friends-who-might-now-be-more-than-friends, as they watch Sam hold their daughter close and spin with her high above the crowd.

“Kid’s doing well for himself, huh?” Tony grunts, suddenly by Carol’s side.

“Sure is,” Maria smiles as Peter jumps up and down with excitement.

“Did we really ever expect anything else?” Natasha asks, Clint’s youngest propped up on her shoulders, waving the biggest trans flag to ever trans.

“Nah, not really,” Carol grins all around at the celebration she made.

The celebration she’d made with her family, when once - all those years ago -she’d thought she had none.

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#Fictober Day 2

“People like you have no imagination.”

(M’Baku x Black!OC)

Word Count: 1.3K

Monica was at her wits end.  Every week that passes, she thanks God that it is one more closer to her due date.   At 34 weeks pregnant, she looked as though she was ready to pop if she just sneezed, but no.  Still a whole month and a half until she and M’Baku meet their baby boy.  

Don’t get her wrong, Monica had a lot of excitement when thinking about her baby boy coming into the world.  She would always imagine this little brown cherub being placed in her arms; soft, plump, beautiful and all theirs.  M’Baku had the nursery set up soon as Monica passed her first trimester, he was so excited.  The nursery was a beautiful greyish blue with plenty of paintings a decals of animals and ABCs and 123s of various languages, in the best lit room in the house.  

However, one thing that has been a thorn in her side was the planning of the baby shower.  Monica wished they had planned it earlier in her pregnancy when she was still cute and petite, but her consistent weight gain was noticeable and she felt self conscious.  Not only that, but her heartburn was persistent, she needed the restroom every half hour, and her feet were so swole, she couldn’t wear anything other than hospital socks or M’Baku’s shoes; and the way those things smelled, she’d rather have the socks.

Monica sat in the easy chair in their nursery, rocking back and forth as M’Baku sat on the floor, twisting the screwdriver in a leg joint of the crib.  

“Have you given any more thought to the party?”  M’Baku asks.

Monica sighs, staring at the ceiling.  Monica was so done with the planning process:  she was over it, beside it, under it, everywhere but on top of it.  

“It is not a party.  Parties are supposed to be fun, this is not.”

M’Baku clicks his tongue at you.  “Now, what is a celebration of our child, but a party?”

“I know, and I celebrate him everyday!  I just don’t get why we have to host an event where the majority of people just want to be nosy about my body and its functions in relation to the baby.  I’m not trying to impress anyone,”

M’Baku turns to crib over to start tightening the other side of it.  “I know, love.  I told you I can be the crowd control.  My family is bigger anyway, so it’ll be mostly Jabari folk there, and I can handle my own people.”

Monica groans out loud with an epiphany.  “And then there’s that!  Your family with mine, specifically our mothers.  M’Baku, we cannot have them together in the same room.”

M’Baku shrugs.  “They handled themselves well at the wedding reception.  This should be no different.”

Monica gives M’Baku a glare of disdain.  “That’s only because there was alcohol there.  Mix that with a DJ, and they were best of buds.  If you want a successful baby shower, you can’t let it be a dry one.”  She pinches the bridge of her nose.  “Hell, I need it myself.”

M’Baku looks to her sympathetically, putting down his tool to crawl over to her.  He makes growls and purr noises that catch her attention.  When she sees his broad frame meandering across the floor on his hands and knees, she busts out laughing, holding her mountain of a stomach.

“Stoooop!  You’re going to make me pee!”  Monica exclaims as she wipes tears out of her eyes.

M’Baku gave her his signature gap toothed smile as he sat at her feet, taking one socked foot in his highly capable hands for massage.

Monica moaned softly, closing her eyes as his fingers released her tension little by little.  This was almost better than sex for her nowadays.  Positions had gotten challenging with their child growing more and more, she got breathless easily and irritable; but M’Baku was a champ about it all, finding a multitude of ways to please her otherwise.

“Have you thought about what kind of cake you want?”  He asks, voice as soft as a babbling brook.

Monica shakes her head.  “I don’t know.  Get a box of mix and make it ourselves for like, $5.  Get two, and the whole party is fed.”

M’Baku pauses his pulsing fingertips, forcing you to listen to him.  “No, we have to have a cake that looks good in pictures, as well as tastes delicious.  Like, one in the shape of a toy truck, or something.”

“Ugh, you have been watching the TLC network, haven’t you?”  Monica whimpers.

M’Baku smirks to himself as he switches to her other puffy foot.  “Whatever my inspirations, I agree that this should be entertaining as well as joyful for everyone involved.  My child will not be eating $5 cake mix, but a cake with the best buttercream and fondant a baker can put together.”

Monica surrenders with a nod.  “Fine, fine.  Sounds great.”

M’Baku widens his eyes paternally as he continues.  “And you know we have to do games…”

“Anything but the mushed candy bar in a diaper.  I will throw up on sight, I don’t care.  Not at my party.”  She insists, shivering with disgust.

M’Baku nods excitedly.  “That’s more like it.  Make some demands! It’s better than nothing.”

Monica sits up a little.  “Yeah, we do a name guessing game and the clothespin one and call it a day!”

M’Baku rolls his eyes.  “People like you have no imagination.  That is maybe 20 minutes worth of activities.”

Monica glares at him with daggers.  “People like me?  People that are bearing your fruit?  People that are getting 3 hours of sleep max because this baby is already at full term weight before being due, cuz he is WAY too Jabari for me to comfortably hold?  Would you like to trade places??”

M’Baku makes soothing noises, sticking his lip out pitifully.  “Come now, love.  Don’t hurt my feelings.  I’m sorry to have offended you.”

Monica whines as he sits up on his knees, kissing her cheek, jawline and neck, breaking her frustration as she squirms and laughs involuntarily.

“Haha!  Ok, ok!  M’Baku!”  Monica giggles.

M’Baku pulls Monica to him, holding her leaning body in his arms as he strokes her spine, another sore spot for her that he magically cures with his touch.

Monica hugs his shoulders as her belly hangs between them, baby boy becomes more active when they are connecting.

Monica breaths in M’Baku’s musk, one of the few smells that doesn’t upset her stomach.  “I just want to be normal again.  I don’t mean to be mean or distant.  I just want my body back, when it was cute and active, and I was happy and pleasant:  able to do more, so I’m ready for this baby.”

“You haven’t changed much to me at all.  I see you when you look at the little ones tiny clothes, your face lights up and you do the ‘aww’ face.”  She rolls her eyes, but smiles, hugging him tighter.  “And when you can’t rest, you come here to look around, resting your hand on your belly, praying out loud for him.  Don’t think it’s unnoticed.”  M’Baku sits her up, looking into her eyes.  “It is all so alluring and spellbinding how natural you are in becoming a mother before he has even gotten here.  And your body is an oasis for our child to grow strong and healthy, so indeed, you are doing plenty of the work here.  I just want us to have a good time with our loved ones before you give birth, so we can look back at the craziness of it all for years to come....and that is not done with Betty Crocker and clothespins.”

Monica looked her man over, his face was the most angelic one she’d ever see on a man; the roundness would keep him looking youthful for decades.  She wanted to swim in his eyes,  and curl up on a cold day in his full lips; if this baby gets any of these features, he will be a force to be reckoned with.

“Oook.  Fine.  Maybe the cake can be a forest style cake, with animals and stuff.  It seems more fitting, you think?”

M’Baku grinned 100 watts.  “Now that is a good idea, entle.”  M’Baku holds her stomach, holding his face close.  “I told you, Mama is not always basic.”

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Laurie took a deep breath as she walked into the shower. “Your hard work is paying off.” She hummed, trying not to drool at how well defined her wife’s back was.

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Monica turned around and smiled. "Thanks, Babe! I wanna be as good as I can be for you. And you can drool all you want. I love seeing you admire me." She giggled.

"I'm almost done in here so we can go get lunch if you want?"

[trumpetnista]

I’ve only known Carol Danvers, Maria and Monica Rambeau, Goose, and Talos for one movie but if anything happens to them...y’all know the rest. I saw Captain Marvel and adored it. The Swole California Raisin that broke our hearts and spirits last year is done for. On God.

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Avengers Pride

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2DCXWss

by queercapwriting (queergirlwriting)

Carol, Maria, Monica and Peter prep for Pride together, ala:

mrriggerworld asked:

You know what we could have? Carol Danvers hosting Pride, flanked by Steve "I fucked Bucky Barnes before I was swole" Rogers and Peter "I have giant crushes on both my best friends and haven't figured out how to bring up a poly date" Parker, getting cheered on by their friends and family, having a grand ol' time.

Words: 1064, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 24 of Where's Your Head At?

Fandoms: Captain Marvel (2019)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Carol Danvers, Monica Rambeau, Maria Rambeau, Peter Parker

Relationships: Carol Danvers & Maria Rambeau & Monica Rambeau, Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau, Carol Danvers & Peter Parker

Additional Tags: spoiler-free, but there are a couple easter eggs??, mcu pride, marvel pride, Trans!Peter Parker

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2DCXWss

[dimxnd-assistant]

@jamesfactscalvin

What the public sees:

"Sorry for my attire. I just came from the gym and it's Sunday so no worries. Now, let's discuss that bill for better healthcare for lower income homes."

What Laurie sees:

[TXT: My Wonder Wife <3] Hey Babe, I'm being a bit forward and looking into things for Malibu because I LOVED our time there and want to lay with you in the sand more x [TXT: My Wonder Wife <3] Still think microkinis are a good idea for me? Trying some on before lunch with Pinky.

[dimxnd-assistant]

Laurie hummed as she and Monica relaxed on the beach. She loved DC but she was pretty sure she was starting to prefer Malibu. “You sure you don’t want to move here and run for mayor again?” The taller amazon teased as she held onto her nearly equally muscular lover.

@jamesfactscalvin

Monica was loving their Malobu vacation. It gave her a chance to relax and clear her head after having Marsha 'dealt' with. And she wanted time alone with Laurie. No Bryan or Pinky or Mayor work.

She cuddled into Laurie.

"Don't tempt me." She giggled. "I'd buy us a beach home and love being Mayor here. We'd need more bikinis." She joked. "But I would miss Bryan and Pinky back home."