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upat4amwiththemoon · 6 months

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The stars

Summary: I see my lover when I look at the stars.

Pairing: Carol Danvers x female!reader

Warnings: sexism, men, it’s the 80s, some angst

Word count: 3902

a/n: second chance romance trope, I’m so happy with this you guys!!

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @natashamaximoff69

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1985

Pancho’s bar wasn’t the fanciest place to work at as a young woman, especially because most of the customers are men from the air force. Their favorite past time besides drinking is trying to seduce Y/N, and get her number. But she isn’t interested in them, and never will be, though that’s something she’ll keep to herself. At least the constant flirting leads to good tips, which will eventually help her get out of the bar.

Y/N dries a glass with a rag now that she has some downtime. The rush time will start soon, so she wants to prepare for it to the best of her abilities. There are few regulars sitting either at a table or by the bar, but she knows they’ll let her know if they need anything, otherwise they like to quietly drink to their sorrows.

When the bell by the door rings, Y/N quickly glances at the new customers way, she only sees the air force logo on their clothes, making her roll her eyes. They’re out early today. She sets the cleans classes to their places and washes her hands, taking a deep breath, she gets ready for the onslaught of vulgar words.

“Hey, could we get two beers?”

Her head snaps up when she hears the feminine voice. Two women are standing in front of her with the air force clothes on and friendly smiles on their faces. Y/N stares at them with wide eyes for a moment. Sure every now and then women wonder into the bar, but she has never seen air force women come in.

Y/N regains her composure and grabs two beer glasses. “Sure thing! Which beers would you like?” Her customer service voice is cheery and slightly more high pitched than her normal one.

“Sierra Nevada, please.”

“Coming right up.” As Y/N moves to the taps to pour the beers, the two women start whispering and throwing looks between each other. Without Y/N noticing, the blonde woman’s gaze moves to places her eyes shouldn’t go. “Here you go.” She sets the beers in front of them.

“Thanks,” the woman glances at Y/N’s name tag, “Y/N. I’m Carol.” She hands some bills to pay for both of the drinks. “And this is Maria.” Carol states when she gets nudged to her side by the other woman.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N says, her voice slower as she tries to figure out her intentions. Carol’s tone is similar to the multiple men who like flirt with her, though more genuine sounding, but surely that’s not what she is doing with her. “Here’s your change.”

“Keep it.” Carol winks before she and Maria go over to a table and sit down, leaving flustered Y/N at the bar.

She pockets the tip and start rearranging the dishes, trying to occupy her mind from wandering to incredibly good looking Carol.

When the clock strikes midnight, the bar is already at full swing. People are dancing to the loud music coming from the jukebox, and occasional bursts of laughter can be heard from the tables full of men, drunk men.

Y/N has been moved from behind the bar to the floor, bringing back empty classes and taking people’s drink orders. Because the other workers are men, they believe having a woman on the floor is better for business.

“Hey, sweetheart!” A drunken air force soldier shouts from a table full of them. He is waving his hand around in a come here motion. With a sigh, Y/N puts on her best smile and makes her way over to their table. “How much for a pretty girl like you to sit with us?” He waves a wad of cash in the air, his mouth formed in a grin that show his teeth. The others are staring at the two like it’s the best entertainment they’ve ever seen.

“Unfortunately I don’t have time to sit with customers. Is there anything else I could get you?” She smiles, holding a tray under her arm. She wants out of the situation, not liking the feeling of all the men’s eyes on her.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart.” The way the man says sweetheart makes Y/N want to gag. “Aren’t you supposed to do anything the customer want, eh? Besides, girls love money, don’t they?”

“I have to go help other customers, let me know if you want more drinks or something to eat.”

As Y/N goes to walk away from the table, the man grabs her arm. “Well hold on a second,” he slurs his words, “I ain’t done with you yet.”

Huffing, she glares at the man. She’s starting to get annoyed. “Listen, mister, I’m working right now, and have to attend to other customers as well.” Her voice has lost its cheery tone. “So, let me go.”

“Ooh, feisty!” One of the other man at the table comments. It makes the other laugh loudly, and enrages Y/N. She is aware this is a man’s world, but she is not going to be their entertainer.

Before Y/N can retaliate, someone else steps in to her rescue. “Hey. She said to let her go.” Carol stands next to her with her back straightened and shoulders pulled back. “So let her go.” Her voice is low, and her eyes are cold. She looks like someone you don’t want to mess around with.

“Well look at you,” the man scoffs, “it’s the wannabe soldier.” He sneers.

“Let the lady go, I’m warning you.”

“Oh, you’re warning me?” He stands up, still holding onto Y/N’s arm. All the humor has left him. “And what are you going to do about it?” He stands slightly taller than Carol, but it doesn’t seem to deter her.

The tension between the two start to grow. Y/N stands there, frozen, keeping her eyes on Carol. She doesn’t want to deal with this right now, her shift is supposed to end soon.

Suddenly, Carol raises her fist, and punches the man square in the jaw. He stumbles backwards into the chair he was sitting in, finally letting go of Y/N. “You bitch!” He shouts, wiping blood away from his lip. He goes to stand up, but before the situation escalates any further, one of the other bar workers come to escort him out.

“You okay?” Carol turns to look at Y/N once the men are out of the bar.

“Yeah,” she rubs the spot the man was holding onto, “thanks for helping.” Her mouth grows into a small smile. “That was kinda amazing.”

Grinning, Carol shrugs. “I have a things for saving pretty ladies who happen to work at this bar.”

Y/N lets out a small laugh as she shakes her head. “Okay, superhero.” Her voice is playful, but she can feel her cheeks flushing. “I have to get back to work now.”

“When do you get off?” Carol follows Y/N around while she picks up empty glasses.

“In twenty minutes.”

“I’ll walk you home,” she states, “me and Maria, I mean. You shouldn’t walk alone this late at night.”

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek. She glances at Carol, feeling warmth rush over her body when she sees the hopeful look on her face. “Alright. I’ll see you in twenty.” Giving her a smile, she returns back behind the bar.

Carol has a huge grin on her face as she stares at Y/N work. “What did I miss?” Maria walks over to her, having been occupied by beating a man’s ass in pool.

“We’re walking her home.”

Maria glances at Y/N, and nudges Carol’s side with a smirk. “You like her.”

“Maybe.”

1987

The front door of Y/N’s small, crappy apartment slams shut as she comes home from her shift at Pancho’s bar. It’s late at night, Y/N is exhausted, and she is sweaty, and she just wants to fall asleep without worrying about anything.

She throws her keys somewhere on top of the dresser she has next to her front door, and kicks her work shoes out of her feet. “Jesus!” A shout leaves out of her mouth when she turns around. Carol is standing there with a sheepish smile and a bouquet of flowers. “You scared the crap out of me.” She mumbles, holding a hand on her racing heart. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry.” Carol sets the flowers next to Y/N’s key. “You gave me a key, so I wanted to surprise you. I didn’t remember you were working so late.” Her voice isn’t radiating the confidence it usually is. It’s softer and nervous.

The bouquet is big, it has more flowers Y/N has ever gotten before, and it’s wrapped with pink paper. “Thank you.” She smiles, picking up the bouquet and going to her so-called kitchen to put the flowers in a vase.

Carol follows her, staying close by, but still giving her space, she can see how tense Y/N’s body is. “Tough day at work?”

“Something like that.”

It turns quiet while Y/N fills a vase with water from the tap. The apartment doesn’t have any separate rooms besides the bathroom. All the kitchen appliances, a bed, small couch and a television are within reach of each other. It’s definitely not something Y/N wants to spend her whole life in, but she can survive in it, and that’s enough for now.

“How long were you waiting?” The vase gets set down to the single counter she has in the kitchen area.

Glancing at the clock, Carol hums. “Like, a couple of hours, maybe.”

“Carol,” Y/N sighs and rubs the space between her eyes, “you should’ve gone to sleep, don’t you need to be at the base tomorrow?”

“I took a day off.”

“Why would you do that?”

“To spend time with you.” The way Carol’s voice is so gentle makes Y/N want to cry after the day she has had.

Today’s shift felt ten times worse than any other shift in the past, it was full of drunk men and angry customers who genuinely believed in the fact that customer is always right, even when they aren’t. On top of that, her manager thinks the customers are more important than his employees, so he always found a way to satisfy the angry customers, which made them see Y/N as the bad guy.

“Hey,” Carol’s hands go to her cheeks, rubbing them softly, “why are you crying?”

“Sometimes I can’t handle it all.” She gets pulled into a warm embrace. “I was supposed to get out of here ages ago and see the world, but I just can’t get out of here.” Y/N sobs quietly, trying to hold herself back so she wouldn’t ruin Carol’s clothes with her tears and snot.

But Carol doesn’t care. One of her hands is rubbing Y/N’s back, while the other rests at the back of her head. She stays quiet, letting Y/N sob it all out in peace.

The two have been officially seeing each other for a while now. For the first year and a half they mostly danced around each other, both too anxious to make the first move in case they got the wrong impression, and the other person wasn’t interested in women after all. However, during that time, they became very close friends, so when Carol finally did do the first move—thanks to Maria—they moved forward pretty quickly.

Once Y/N tears start to subside, Carol whispers, “take a shower, I’ll make you a snack and ready your bed for us, okay?” Y/N nods, gives her a small peck to the cheek, and makes her way towards the bathroom.

Carol and Y/N are laying on top of each other on the bed as they watch a random movie that’s on one of the night channels. They should be asleep, but they really wanted to spend time with each other, as they don’t have a lot of opportunities to do so.

“Can i ask you something?” Y/N’s quiet voice almost goes past Carol.

“Yeah.”

“Why air force?”

“I’ve always wanted to fly.”

“Isn’t it scary?”

“No.” Carol smiles. She loves the feeling of being free in the air, having the possibility to go anywhere in the world she desires. Y/N hums quietly, not saying anything. “Why do you ask?” Carol tries to move her head in a way she’d be able to see Y/N’s face in the light coming from the television, while not disturbing her position on top of her.

“I just think it’s dangerous is all.”

“Are you worried about me?” She grins.

Y/N’s hand is resting under Carol’s shirt, tracing different shapes on her side. “Kind of hard not to be when i’m in love with you.” She whispers. The grin on Carol’s face falls at the words. She isn’t sure if she even heard her correctly, but she really hopes she did. Y/N moves her head up to see her. “I don’t want to lose you.”

The sentence assures Carol she heard correctly. “You won’t lose me, because I’ll always come back home to you. I love you.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

They kiss, both feeling the smiles on each other’s faces. Carol tightens her arms around Y/N as they pull away. She closes her eyes and listens to the soft sounds of Y/N’s breathing melting in with the sounds of the television, as they fall asleep.

1989

Y/N paces around her house, ruining her nails by biting them. Her eyes are locked on her phone. She is waiting for a call, from anyone, as long as someone calls her and tells her she is overthinking things, that Carol is okay. She has called Maria three times by now, and the air force base once, but none of the calls have been successful.

Carol was supposed to come over four hours ago, straight from work, but she hasn’t arrived yet, nor has she called Y/N to let her know she’ll be late, that’s what she usually does.

Groaning, Y/N picks up the phone and punches in Maria’s number, calling her again. “Come on, come on.” She mumbles, tapping her foot to the ground in a rapid pace. “Damn it!” The phone drops to the table with a crash, few plastic pieces flying off of it from the impact.

No one is answering.

She sits down to the couch, it creaks slightly every time someone moves on it, which had led to some uncomfortable make out sessions with Carol.

Most of her nails are already too short to bite, so she moves to the skin around her them, biting them until she bleeds. Her eyes are locked onto the muted television, desperately trying to distract herself from her thoughts. She is aware of her tendency to overthink and catastrophize things, she always thinks Carol is dead if she hasn’t called by the time she promised to, but that was never the actual situation. This is the same case. Carol isn’t dead, she just got caught up at the base. Nothing horrible has happened.

A knock on the door makes her body relax. Carol is finally here. She lets out a relieved laugh and goes to open the door, however, her face turns to a frown once she notices Maria standing behind it.

“Hey, where’s Carol?”

Maria looks tired. “Can I come inside?” As Y/N nods, she steps in and looks at the floor. “I think you should sit down.”

“Maria-“

“Please,” she looks up at her, “sit down.”

Y/N sits back down on the couch, while Maria stays standing up. She is gathering her thoughts while trying to take deep breaths. “Carol volunteered to pilot with Doctor Wendy Lawson on something important, and the plane, uhm..it-“

“Don’t you dare say it, Maria.” There are tears gathering in the corners of Y/N’s eyes. She knows where this is going, but she wishes she didn’t.

“The plane crashed.” Maria sits down next to Y/N when she starts properly crying. “They couldn’t find anyone, Carol is classified dead. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I wanted to come tell you because no one else would’ve.” No one else knows about their relationship.

Not being able to say anything, Y/N just leans against Maria, who has started crying as well. The person they both consider closest to them, is dead.

1995

It has been a week since Carol helped the Skrulls to get out of the Kree’s line of fire, which means it’s been a week since she got her memories back. Ever since then, only one thing has been in her mind, her lover.

It’s early morning as Carol and Maria drink coffee in the latter’s kitchen, Monica still sound asleep upstairs. “What happened with Y/N when I disappeared?” Carol asks, her voice quite hesitant.

Maria sets her cup down. “I’m not sure. She was obviously pretty devastated when I told her what had happened.”

“She doesn’t still work at Pancho’s, does she?”

“I don’t think so,” Maria frowns, “but Carol, I haven’t talked to her in a long time. She stopped answering my calls three years ago. I don’t know where she is, or how she’s doing.”

Sighing, Carol stands up. “I have to find her.”

Naturally, the first place Carol goes to is Y/N’s apartment, though she really hopes she won’t find her there, that she moved on and started travelling the world like she planned to.

She knocks on the door and waits. Nothing happens, so she knocks again, just in case. She’s almost ready to let out a sigh of relief, but soft sound of footsteps coming from inside the apartment stop her. As the steps grow closer, a small, selfish part of her wishes it’s Y/N who opens the door.

Somehow she feels more pain than relief when the door opens, and Y/N stands before her.

They stare at each other, both stunned by the sight in front of them. Y/N has bags under her eyes, and her hair is messy. She is wearing an old t-shirt that once belonged to Carol, her legs are bare.

She goes to slam the door closed, thinking she has finally gone mad, but Carol’s hand stops it from moving. “You aren’t real.” Y/N’s voice is shaky. Her eyes are closed, she doesn’t want to see the person standing in front of her, because it can’t possibly be Carol.

“I’m real.” Carol whispers, but Y/N only shakes her head as an answer. “I didn’t die, I was captured by Krees after we crashed.”

“You aren’t making any sense, you aren’t real.”

“Can you let me in, please?” Gently, Carol sets her hand on top of Y/N’s hand, that is still holding onto the door. The touch makes Y/N open her eyes, and turn them towards Carol. She stares at her for a long while before opening the door wider.

As Carol walks inside the familiar apartment, she looks around for any changes, but it looks exactly the same as it did six years ago. She hates it. While Carol walks deeper into the tiny apartment, Y/N stays by the front door. Her arms are crossed over her chest in a protective kind of way.

“You weren’t supposed to stay here.”

“I couldn’t leave y-“ she stops herself, “Carol.” She isn’t entirely sure if the woman in her house truly is her Carol. “What happened? Who are the Kree?”

“It’s a long story.” She has a gentle grin on her face, one that reminds Y/N so much of the way Carol used to look at her. “You might want to sit down for it.” Y/N shakes her head, staying right where she is. Carol frowns, but nods, sitting down to the couch. It still creaks anytime weight gets put on it. “Shorter version of it is: when we crashed, Dr. Lawson told me the truth about her mission before he was shot by a Kree. Before he could kill me too, I destroyed an engine, which made me absorb energy of a Tesseract, so the Kree took me with him to their planet Hala. I was integrated to their society, I had no memories of my human life. A bunch of years later, I crashed back to Earth, a lot of fighting happened, I discovered my true power and my memories, and helped the Skrulls.”

“I don’t know what any of that means.” Y/N whispers. Any time Carol used to talk about air force things with her, she felt dumb, but all of this is making her think they aren’t even speaking the same language anymore.

“I was in space, and I have powers now.”

“Like a superhero?”

Carol smiles, nodding. “Yeah, I’m a real life superhero now.”

“You already were a superhero in my eyes.”

Standing up, she takes a few tentative steps towards her. All she wants to do is hold her, kiss her, tell her she’ll never leave her again. But Carol can still see the hesitation in Y/N’s eyes, she can see the years of pain and exhaustion in her expression.

“But then you died.”

Carol stops. She’s close to Y/N, but too far away to touch her. Oh, how desperately she just wants to feel her soft skin under her palm again, even if the years without her have hardened it. “I’m here now.” She pleads with her eyes—please believe me.

“You won’t stay,” Y/N states quietly, “if you’re a hero now.”

“I can take you with me, wherever I go. I won’t leave you again. I’ll help you get out of this place.” Carol takes another few steps forward, reaching her hand towards Y/N. “Please give me another chance.”

Y/N stares at her hand. It’s more calloused than before, rougher. She grips the skin on top of her ribs tightly, trying to ground herself, she feels like ripping herself apart.

“Please.” Her voice cracks. Her eyes are wet with unshed tears. “I can’t live without you.”

Y/N grabs her hand with her own shaking one. Carol squeezes with a smile, pulling her close slow enough that Y/N can stop her if she wishes to. Once they are chest against chest, she pulls her into a full embrace. The waterworks start from the both of them the second they’re in each other’s arms. Carol letting out all of the pent up grief she wasn’t even aware she had, and Y/N still trying to grasp the reality of the situation.

“I missed you.” Y/N chokes out between her sobs. “I missed you so much.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Carol holds onto her girl so tightly, pressing her against her body like she’d disappear if she let go. “I’m going to show you the world now, because you deserve so much better than this place. I’ll never let you go.”

Although, Y/N doesn’t trust in promises anymore, some small part inside of her sparks hope, that she’ll truly never be separated from Carol again. She’ll even go all the to the stars for her if she has to.

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 2 months

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Can I request Carol Danvers x Reader. While the whole team is on a mission, Reader finds themselves in trouble. Carol swoops in a saves them. The team starts to harass R, which makes R have feelings of doubt toward their abilities and also not good enough for Carol. Angst and then you can end it however you see it. Thank you! If you don’t like this request, please feel free to ignore.

My Voice of Reason

Warnings: Bullying of R by the team that's about it

Word count: 660

A/N: thank you for this request! I had a fun time with it~

“Y/N! Come in! What's your status?” Cap shouted over the comms. Your head was reeling after being knocked back about 50ft. You had no voice left, you had been shouting, using your voice manipulation to subdue the enemies.

You had run out of throat spray to ease the pain and talking was something you couldn't even fathom.

“Anyone got eyes on Y/N?” Natasha called through the comms.

“I'll find her.” You heard Carol call through, and before you knew it, she was standing above you. “You good, Echo?” The nickname that stuck with you for being able to mimic any sound. You were able to nod, point at your throat, and sign ‘no’. “Can you get up? Can you walk?” As Carol asked, another handful of Hydra goons came round, and without a second thought, Carol picked you up before unleashing an attack, knocking them out. “Let's get back to the QuinJet.” You nodded, gripping onto her, burying your face against her to hide the blush covering your cheeks.

The ride home had been full of whispers as if you couldn't hear them talking down. It was your voice that wasn't working, not your ears.

You felt Carol's strong hand on your shoulder. Looking over, she gave a soft smile. “Almost home. We'll have to debrief, but you should grab some medicine first.” You gave a soft smile back and nodded.

“Y/N do you have anything to say?” Tony remarked, all eyes on you.

“Ran out of meds. Couldn't talk.” Your voice still hoarse.

“I am so sick of that excuse! You need to train more often and stay off missions. You're grounded.” Cap called across the table. You pulled your sleeves over your hands, picking at the skin around your nails. You couldn't look at any of them.

“I'm sorry…” you spoke softly. Letting the ‘adults’ talk even though you were 21 you were still the youngest besides Peter, but Tony kept him mostly off field.

A few hours later you'd been released from the debriefing, heading straight to your room. “FRIDAY. Soundproof.”

“Sound proofing complete ms. Y/L/N.” As soon as it was soundproof, you let out a banshee scream in frustration. You yelled until your voice was just about gone again, “Fuck them. I try so hard…Tony has a stupid suit, Cap is a super soldier, Thor is a literal God!” You yelled. “It's not fair…its…” you started crying which turned into uncontrollable sobbing.

“Echo? Are you in there?” You heard Carol knocked at your door. As you tried to gather yourself together real quick and told FRIDAY to stop the soundproofing.

“Y-yeah…here…” you called out, spraying your throat.

“Can I come in?” Carol asked, making you hesitate for a moment before opening it and pulling her inside. “Hey, you okay?” Carol cupped your cheeks, you tried looking away, anywhere, but at her. She was always so kind and caring towards you. “Look at me Y/N.” It caught you off guard, she never used your name ever since she learned your nickname so of course you looked at her. “Don't listen to those idiots. You're amazing and you're an amazing super hero. They have fancy gadgets and enhancements. You don't have those things. Sure your voice is a power and makes you an enhanced individual, but your power hurts you too. It isn't endless your body has limits and they need to understand that.”

You felt your body shake at her words, trying to hold back your tears, but they end up falling as you're pulled against her. “Shhhh I'm always on your side.” Carol pulled your face up gently before pulling you into a soft kiss making your heart soar as you kissed her back pushing up on your toes and wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

Through all of it, Carol was here with you, and so long as you had her by your side, anything the other members said didn't matter.

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 6 months

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Imagine your ex-girlfriend Captain Marvel getting annoyed when you aren't more upset that she's married

You and Carol had a complicated history. Long story short, you met in space when you teamed up to save a planet, you got together, had a wonderful time together before Carol refused to commit and you left. Despite Carol being more powerful than use power-wise, most people said you had Carol wrapped around your little finger and it was true. Around you, she wasn't Captain Marvel but a shy infatuated girl and you loved the effect you had on her, even after you'd broken up. So when you heard Carol was in some trouble courtesy of a mutual friend, you couldn't pass up the chance to stop by and say hello.

"Oh my god it's the love of your life Y/n!" Kamala cried when you walked into the room and you could practically feel Carol holding in a scream. She always tried to have nerves of steel and acted like nothing bothered her but you could see right through that. You smiled and held your hand out to the younger girl "I like you, are you new?". "Yes! My name is Kamala Khan but I go by Ms Marvel". You nodded "oh yeah I heard about you, nice name" glancing at Carol who looked away. "Oh my god Y/n knows my name!" Kamala cried and you gave her a few seconds to fangirl, stepping away.

"Hey" you said to Carol "so Valkarye mentioned you needed me?". "I didn't tell her I needed you!" Carol said "I just...thought this could use some backup". "What could use some backup?" you asked before seeing Monica. "Hey Monica" you waved and she waved back "hey Y/n, thanks for coming. We're definitely going to need some help". You nodded "yeah that's exactly what Carol just said!" loving he way Carol's eye twitched "now just remind me what's going on here again?". "It's probably easier to show you" Monica said and she raised her fist, it lit up and then Kamala was in front of you. You blinked and looked to where Monica was now standing a few feet away "oh yeah, you definitely did the right thing calling me".

After a bit of brainstorming, you worked out how this all started, how Dar-Benn was channelling her power and more importantly what she wanted. "Where would she go to get water?" Kamala asked. "Hmm maybe Borni?" you asked but Carol shook her head "Borni is bigger but Aladna technically has more water on the surface". You thought before nodding "yeah you're right but that's a technicality. Most people assume it's Borni because it's better known, I think she'd go there". "No it's definitely Aladna" Carol said and she gave you that "just go with it, I'm right" look so you shrugged "fine, if you think it's Aladna then let's go". Carol nodded at you and then promptly rushed away which made Monica laugh. "How exactly did you leave things to make her so jumpy around you?". You smiled "let's just say, I was open about how I felt for her and wanted something she couldn't commit to. So I told her to call me when she was ready. Guess she's still working out if she's ready".

Once the ship was set with Aladna's coordinates you went to get changed into your battle gear and Carol knocked on the door. You smirked as she quickly stepped inside "are you really trying to catch me undressed Danvers?". "No of course not!" she cried and you chuckled "well that's a first" before turning back to her "so what's up?". "Nothing I just, I wanted to call you" Carol said "to ask for help. I just didn't want to...complicate things between us. I haven't seen you in nearly a year and it felt unfair to call you to help me after how things ended". You shook your head "Carol I will always be here to help you. You never have to hesitate to ask that of me no matter how things ever are between us. Your safety will always be my priority". Carol stared at you for a few seconds before shaking herself out of her thought. "Thank you" she said, coughing as her voice cracked "that is certainly good to know". You smiled "don't act like you wouldn't do the exact same for me, I know if I called you, you'd come running" and with a wink you stepped away leaving Carol stuttering after you.

There was no point arguing though, she knew you were right.

You spent the next few hours catching up with Monica and learning all about Kamala, who you'd decided you were adopting (she was very happy with this). Carol flitted in and out, and you managed to get her to join in with the festivities for a bit. You got her to smile as you told a story of how you first met and she looked like she actually relaxed for a second...until she saw Kamala was crying and she remembered she was Captain Marvel not just Carol Danvers.

Finally you arrived at Aladna and you all prepared to meet the royalty of this planet. "Y/n have you been here before?" Kamala asked and you shook your head "surprisingly not, there's a lot of planets in lots of galaxies and honest water isn't really my thing". Kamala nodded, understanding your reasons but you noticed Carol was acting more jittery than usual. She was playing with her hands a lot which was her tell for nerves and you were going to ask what was wrong when she looked at you. "Okay just don't freak out" she said and you were surprised to find she was directing this completely at you.

"Me?" you asked "what would I freak out about?". Carol winced and tried to explain before she just made a noise and stepped out the door. You laughed, shooting a "what's with her?" look to Monica and Kamala and then followed.

Aladna was a weird planet but you got into it. You could cope with the singing and found it hilarious to see Carol in the middle of it. She looked so cute in her jellyfish hat especially because she looked so out of place but was doing her best to be professional. It finally made sense when someone called her princess. You all quickly worked out Carol had married into royalty and she looked at you as the crowd swept her up in their choreography. Even as she was twirled around her eyes were fixed on you but you didn't look back at her. You just enjoyed the music and copied Kamala's lead.

When the prince appeared and made a bee-line for Carol, you worked out this was the husband. You didn't love their dance but did love Kamala and Monica's response to it and leaned into their humour to hide your discomfort. Finally Carol let go of that man and returned to you, eyes downcast.

"Nice dress Aurora" you commented and Carol looked up at you. She saw your smile and quickly waved her hands, turning her clothes back to normal. "Or is it Ela?" you asked "she's the one with magical dress-making skills right?". "Oh my god I can't believe you've watched Frozen!" Kamala cried and you grinned "I had to see what all the fuss was about plus pretty much everyone in the universe has heard that song... wait that gives me an idea. Have you guys seen Frozen?" you yelled to the crowd and 40 seconds later Carol watched as you sang Let It Go without a care in the world.

This was not how Carol expected this trip to go. She expected a lot of glares, passive aggression and maybe a few punches. She thought you'd be mad at her or upset. She thought you'd care she had gotten married but apparently not.

"Who is your friend?" Prince Yan asked watching where you were now on a table singing to the people who really seemed to like you, "That's Y/n she's my...ex...well not really..we're...". "Partners" Kamala chimed in trying to help and Carol winced but nodded "yeah something like that, she's helping us too".

"Will she need armour too?" Prince Yan asked. "No need" you said making Carol jump as you appeared behind her "I'm good". You stared at him, a casual cool look on your face and Carol's heart sped up to see the two of you standing metres apart. "Okay then" Prince Yen nodded giving you a smile which you didn't return. "Please...follow me" he said stumbling over his words a little as he turned away from you in a hurry. Carol could've sworn she heard you chuckle but when she turned around your expression was still the same didn't give a shit carefree smirk she'd seen since you got here.

All suited up, you prepared for Dar-Benn...and then got your asses handed to you royally, which honestly you blamed Carol for. She was off the whole fight, wasn't connecting well with Kamala or Monica and almost got herself killed with her stubborn determination to save the city. She got into such a state you had to pull her from the pilot seat and land it yourself. "What was all of that about?" you asked her but she shot away from you "no, I don't want to talk to you" she said and shoulder barged you as she rushed outside.

Of course, you couldn't take something like that so followed her.

"You don't want to talk to me?" you called after her "why what have I done?". "Nothing that's the problem!" she yelled and you blinked "what was I meant to do Carol?". I just thought you'd care that's all!" Carol said calmer but still heated "what have you forgotten all about me or something? You've barely focused on me since you got here and I can't deal with this right now. I'm meant to be responsible, I've got to keep Kamal alive and I'm trying to repair my relationship with Monica...all while trying to save multiple planets but all I can think about is does Y/n still care about me?".

"Do I still care about you? Are you kidding?" you asked "the ball is in your court, how are you the one insecure right now?". "Because it's you!" Carol said "you never get flustered around me, not in the way I get flustered around you and you were the one who walked away from me! I never asked you to leave, you were the one strong enough to leave me and I...I couldn't have done that" she admitted "I wanted to contact you, to tell you to come back so many times but I was terrified you'd say no. I could handle a lot of people rejecting me but not you Y/n and then you appear here, with this speech about you'll always help me but then you didn't give a crap when you found out I was married! You don't care?". "So you wanted me to care about that? To create a fuss?" you asked and Carol shook her head "no of course not...well maybe. I didn't want you to punch Yan or anything but a little jealousy would've been nice. It would've shown you still wanted me".

You shook your head taking a step back from her and as you muttered "that is the stupidest thing I ever heard" Carol felt her heart sink until you finished.

"How could anyone not want you?" you asked.

Carol blinked "what?". "Carol, to me, you are the bravest, strongest most fierce girl in the world and I cannot imagine a universe where that isn't true. So yes, of course I still want you!" you said hugging her and Carol melted into you, shedding the tears she'd been holding in for days.

When you separated and calmed her down you took her hand "so want me to tell you everything I've been holding back the past 24 hours?". Carol nodded "yes" and you smiled "I think I never should've left you, it was unfair for me to leave you alone to deal with everything plus I knew you wouldn't take care of yourself if you had nobody here to witness your lack of self-care and I'm okay with your marriage". "You are?" she asked surprised and you nodded "yeah mainly because I know I could kick Prince Yan's scrawny ass in under a minute and I'd love to show you that sometime". Carol blushed slightly "please don't" and you shrugged "fine but the second you want me to, it's done. Plus I could tell you weren't attracted to him in the slightest so I had nothing to be worried about. I know you're type and he's not me". Carol smirked "you're sounding pretty confident there Y/n, you know a girl can have more than one type right?". "Yeah but not you" you replied and then you finally did what Carol had been wanting you to do for days.

You kissed her.

"You okay?" Kamala called when Carol reappeared on the ship "did you and Y/n sort things out?". Just the mention of you made Carol's heart speed up but she managed to keep a neutral expression. "Yeah everything's fine, let's get going" and she rushed out the front door.

She knew you weren't done with her and the second this all ended you'd get your moment together...and Captain Marvel could not wait.

So guess who saw The Marvels and had to rush home to write about how amazing Captain Marvel is?

The whole film was stunning but I especially loved how human it made Carol and how she realised she needed the love and support of other women in her life.

Her being more mortal and soft made me think of how cute it would be for her to have a super powerful girlfriend she's a bashful teenager around and this was born!

Hope you enjoyed it ;)

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nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol · 6 months

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I saw you again ‖ Carol Danvers x reader part 2

Summary - You couldn't look at her eyes without falling in love again Warning - Was written before The Marvels came out, so the event will not matches canon

Part 1

Three years.

Three years since you came back from the blip. Three years since you moved out of your old house. Something happened to you during the blip. It happened to only a few people but you were unfortunatly one of them. You forgot half of the last four years of your life. Which meand you forgot half of the people you knew in the past 4 years, you forgot half of the things that happened and you forgot half of the good and bad event of your life.

So you decided to move out of your old house. You were still an agent for S.H.I.E.L.D, but you only went on very important mission with the Avengers. Well, at first you were in a bit of a conflict with Clint, due to Natasha's death, but you mainly ignored him. Oh and also, Yelena and you were closer than ever. Not as in a relationship but in a sister way. You were the one to help her deal with Natasha's death and even if it was hard this got you both closer. She felt happier so you felt proud of yourself.

You, however, you felt like something was missing. Like someone was missing. You knew who she was. Atleast you knew her name. Carol. That is how you called her. Well how you called her in your song anyways. You knew she was someone dear to you, you never wrote songs about people so she must have been special. But you didn't remember her and there was no Carol in your social circle.

Anyhow, right now you were in a little rush. You had to go to work for an emergency meeting, Fury's call, about a super hero under the name of 'Captain Marvel'. He said that she was going to take the lead of the SAT, a team you decided to start and so you needed to be there. The SAT, also known as Space Avengers Team was an innitative that would reunite all the Avengers non-human or able to live in space for missions in the outer space or on another planet. Your plan was to expend protection all around the universe, to give the Guardian of the Galaxy more help. The multiverse too now with the help of the young America by Strange's side. And as the brain of idea, you had to be at the meeting on time.

You rushed throught the entrance of S.C.Y.T.H.E, Super Communicative Yard Technologic Hyper Electrocnic, you were greeted by a few agents but you couldn't waste your time on them. As you reached the elevator, you saw that the door was about to close itself and you frowned.

"Please hold the door !" You called out and the person inside of the elevator blocked the door.

"Thank you so much." You said between breath not even looking at the agent by your side.

The meeting was starting in five minutes. You were just on time.

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It has been three years since Carol last saw you. She would come visit Earth a few times, and everytime she was staying at your house to remember you. But now here you were. Standing beside her, not even noticing her presence in the elevator.

"Thank you so much." Your voice echoed throught the elevator and Carol felt her eyes tears up.

It has been so long since the last time she heard your voice. Eight years, and now, it sounded so familiar yet so strange. And you looked familiar yet so she feels like you were a stranger. Your once light h/c hair were now darker, and you were also taller than before. Your voice still sounded the same but at the same time your sounded less guarded than before. Everything about you changed, without changing.

Exiting the elevator on the same level, Carol watched as you rushed inside of the meeting room. Not even sparing a glance at her. And she felt her nerves goes up.

"Ah ! There she is ! Carol Danvers, our Captain !" Nick smirked and you looked up from your sit.

'Carol Danvers'

This name was familiar to you and when you looked up, there stood a blond. Her hair were short, very short but it suited her, she was in her suit and you couldn't help but gulp a little at the sign. But what caught your attention the most were her eyes. Her light brown eyes were filled with so many emotions. They held so many memories.

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"Carol ! No Carol stop !" You ran away throught your field and Carol chased after you.

"You get back here !" The blond yelled and you giggled before turning around with a smirk.

What you didn't expect was Carol being closer to you than what she was supposed to be, causing the two of you fall. Carol on top of you, yet her right hand was under your head, preventing it to hit the ground.

"If you wanted me to be on top of you, you could have just asked me darling." Carol smirked and you blushed before shoving her away.

"In your dream Vers, back to work now !" You replied with a playful smile and you broke your eyes contact before getting up and go back inside, giggling at Carol's next words that you knew by heart now.

"Yeah, in my wildest dreams Y/n/n. I'll see you again !"

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"I should take you on a date." You moved from under the spaceship and Carol chocked on drink.

"W-what ?" She asked with burning cheeks and you smirked.

"I should take you on a date." You repeated and the other woman turned away, clearly flustered.

After a few seconds, you couldn't help but laugh at her reaction causing Carol to faceyou once again, with a playful glare this time. Once your laughter died down, you looked back at Carol only to see her smile from ears to ears, and she was in awe.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"What eyes ?" The blond asked with confusion.

"Eyes that tells me that you're in love with me or something." You pointed out and Carol walked to stand in front of you.

"But I am in love with you. I love you. So please be my girlfriend." She bluntly asked and you stood there in shook.

"W-what ?" This time you were the one stuttering and Carol chuckled before walking away.

"Alright, I'll let you think about your answer ! I'll see you later Space Widow !" She called, leaving you a blushing mess in your garage.

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"You know, your eyes remind me of winter." Carol spoke up and you, who was laying against her chest, looked up from your ipad with a confused frown.

"What ?" The question slip from between your lips and the blond chuckled.

"Well, they are cold but beneath them is a bliss of beauty, just like how snow covers the flower buds. And even if they give a cold exterior, the warm your eyes hide behind their walls is so comforting. Just like a warm blanket covering me." Carol explained and you let your ipad on the table with a cheeky smile.

"Then yours remind me of fall. The light brown color of your eyes remind me of the fallen leaves and it also remind me of the cover of the books in my library that I read in fall. Under a warm blanket all over me too." You replied and Carol smiled before pecking your nose.

"Well aren't you a cutie." She complimented and you intertwined your fingers.

"I'm your cutie thought right ?" You questioned and the woman hummed against your lips.

"Yep you are." Carol's soft lips pressed against yours and you moved to a more comfortable position, deciding to sit on her lap, until the kiss was broken by your yawn.

"Go to sleep my darling. I'll be there when you woke up." Carol hugged you tighter and you snuggled into her chest.

"I'll see you again ?" You questioned and the woman nodded.

"I'll see you again love."

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"We've been waiting for weeks now ! Where is Fury's team !?" You groaned as you passed around the living room and Carol sighed.

"Darling-"

"No. Listen. The fact that he even let your spacehip have a deficiency is a problem, but he doesn't even try to send you a team ! And the intel you got was wrong !-"

"Babe-"

"-You are so busy but you had to come here and every intel he told you were wrong. Plus you crashed your ship !-"

"Y/n-"

"-What if there was another planet that needs you right now but because Fury doesn't move his ass they will not be able to reach you on time and-"

"Y/n look at me." Carol stopped you firmly, holding both of your arms and making you face her.

"Love calm down. Take a deep breath okay ?" She added as you shared an eyes contact.

And you took a deep breath, her warm light brown eyes helping you to keep your ground as Carol caressed your cheek.

"Everything will be okay. Fury's team will arrive in a few. And if people needs me I'll be there on time. And if I didn't crash my space ship I wouldn't have meet you love." The blond comforted you and you hummed contantly, hugging to woman of your life in the middle of your living room.

"If you go back in space. I'll still see you again right ?" You asked not louder than a whisper and Carol kissed the top of your head.

"I'll see you again. Always."

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"I'll see you again..." You breathed out and Carol's breath itched.

"I'm sorry ?" The captain asked and you immediately went throught your stuff.

"I'll see you again ! These were the words you used to tell me all the time ! You're the Carol I love ! The one I wrote the song about ! You're the Carol I've been waiting for all these years !" You exclaimed happily and rushed to hug Carol tightly.

Carol couldn't believe it. Not only you were hugging her after eight years but you also said that you loved her. During the entire time of you both being together you never said L word. Yet today you were basically saying it to stranger.

"I missed you so much..." You whispered and the blond woman couldn't help but feel a tear roll down her cheek.

"I missed you... So much more." She answered.

Then Carol cupped your cheeks between her hands and you leaned into her touch almost immediatly. Your e/c eyes locked with brown ones as Carol smiled. You were really there. She could feel you, she could hold you.

"I missed you so much more my love." Carol lips brushed against yours.

Then your eyes drifted to her lips. You didn't even knew her that well but you felt like you need to kiss her. It just seemed right. And without a single thought, you closed the space between you two. At first you were tensed, the last time you kissed someone, that you could remember of anyways, was probably when you were on a mission for the Red Room. So a while ago. And yet here you were. Kissing a stranger. The kiss was soft yet passionated. And it was probably cliché to say this, but you felt like firework filled in your stomach.

Carol moved her hands from your cheeks to your hands and your fingers interlocked together. They fitted perfectly, as if the were made for each other. Without leaving each other's hold, the both of you pulled away and a soft smile made its way to your lips.

"I knew it. My prodigal child with the prodigal child of the Milky way." Fury smirk from the side and you looked down, your cheeks burning.

"What can I say ? I was destinated to be with a star." Carol replied while looking down at you.

Looking up at her with a smile, you couldn't help but stare at her enchanting eyes. You felt loved, cuddled, under a warm blanket.

"I'm so glad I got to see you again Captain Marvel." You breathed out with a grin and Carol put a strand of hair behind your ear lovingly.

"And I more Space Widow."

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marie-swriting · 10 months

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You Love Fall - Carol Danvers

Marvel Masterlist

Summary : the story of you falling in love with Carol Danvers.

Warnings : set before Captain Marvel, mention of misogyny, shitty teacher, fluff, happy ending, alcohol consumption (be careful with your alcohol consumption), maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3.1k

French version

Prompt used : "A's car breaking down as they're driving to their destination, so instead of that nice play they were going to see, they spend the night with their heads buried in the hood of the car and fixing the engine." 3rd prompt from this prompt list made by @novelbear

Song inspiration : We Fell In Love In October by Girl In Red

September has finally begun so you’ve started working at the bar near your medical school again. You’re washing a glass when you hear the door opening, you turn your head and see two unfamiliar women walking in. They sweep the place with their eyes before coming to the counter, in front of you. You put the glass at its spot then look at them with a friendly smile.

“Are you new here ?”

“Why do you think that ?” the blonde woman questions.

“I’ve been working here for a year now so I know the regulars and you’re not a part of it.”

“Yet. I’m Carol.”

“Maria.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

“We just got into the United Air Force Academy. You have two future American pilots in front of you.” Carol states with a cocky expression.

“Congrats ! What can I get you ?”

“We’ll have two beers, please.”

“Coming right away.” you say before doing their drinks and putting them in front of them. “Here you go.”

“Thank Y/N.”

You give Carol one last smile then with Maria, they go to a table at the back of the bar. You look at them, intrigued by the two women, more specifically Carol. You didn’t say a lot to each other but you instantly loved her confidence.

During your whole shift, you keep making orders for the other clients and serve some of them again, Carol and Maria included. Without paying attention to it, you catch yourself looking at them from time to time, mainly Carol. You think she’s pretty with her blonde locks and her Gun N’Roses tee-shirt, you totally love this view. You’re looking forward to only one thing : having Carol as one of your regular clients.

After a few weeks, you’ve had the opportunity to see Carol and Maria again several times. Sometimes, they just drink and talk calmly. Other times, they play some games in the bar. One night, they even participated at the Karaoke night of the month. That night, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Carol, resulting in you making some mistakes in your orders. It was at this moment you realised Carol was slowly starting to be more important to you. Now, you just wait for her to come impatiently. Behind the counter, you’re cleaning several glasses in the sink, waiting for a new client. You finish rinsing the last glass when someone walks in. you raise your head and discover Carol walking toward you, alone. She gives you a big smile before leaning on the counter.

“Hey, how are you today ?”

“Pretty good, it’s calm today, surprisingly.” you answer her before frowning. “Where’s your acolyte today ?”

“She’s sick so she couldn’t come.”

“Same as usual ?” you question, ready to serve her.

“Please.”

When her drink is ready, you give it to her. She thanks you and you go to another customer while Carol takes the first sip. Once the order is served, you go back to her with a smile.

“When do you finish your shift ?” she asks you.

“At eleven, in other words, not now.”

“What would you say about sharing a drink with me after ?”

“I… I’m not gonna make you wait three hours.” you stutter, taken aback.

“I don’t mind. Besides, we’ll get to know each other. I’ve been coming here for almost a month now and I still know nothing about you. I want to change that. If you’re okay with it, of course.” Carol states with a smile you give back.

“I’m OK with it.”

“Perfect, I’m gonna let you work, then.” Carol informs.

She winks at you before walking away and going to her usual table. For the rest of your shift, you try to relax and not stress about your future moment with Carol. You’ve already talked together a few times yet never did you sit at a table and really discuss. You’re afraid you might say something wrong or worse, she might realise you’re annoying. You care about her, you don’t want to ruin your chances the second you get your first big conversation with Carol.

When the clock shows eleven, whilst Carol is starting to drink her third glass, you inform her you’re going to get your stuff from your locker before coming back. When you get your bag, you go to the employees restroom and you look at yourself in the mirror. Upon seeing your reflection, you can’t help but best your eyes wide open ‘Did I really look like that the whole night ?’ you exclaim, horrified. Quickly, you try to fix yourself as much as you can. You take your lipstick, hoping the natural colour gives less the impression you just finished work. You put some deodorant on before putting everything in your bag and telling yourself some words of encouragement and finding Carol back.

When she sees you coming, she smiles widely. As soon as you’ve joined her, you put your bag on the floor and sit in front of her.

“I really like your lipstick.” she notices and you feel your cheeks heating up.

“Oh thanks.”

“I’ve ordered us a cocktail. While we’re waiting, tell me more about yourself. What do you do when you’re not a barmaid ?” Carol enquiries with an interrogative look.

You see in her eyes she’s genuinely curious which makes you glad. You don’t wait before explaining to her you’re currently in your second year at medical school because you’ve always dream of being a surgeon and that the bar helps you pay for your studies. Carol quickly asks you another question about your passions and you answer her with joy. One thing leading to another, you get to know each other more and you start laughing with each other. Without really being able to explain it, you feel deep down something bounding the two of you. You drink your cocktail slowly, enjoying a drink you didn’t have to make for once whereas Carol is ordering a new one. Gradually, Carol becomes more tipsy. You listen to her saying some sentences that don’t make any sense and you laugh out loud. After a moment, you need to use the bathroom so you excuse yourself before going. When you come back, Carol is not at your table anymore but at the back of the bar, a mic in hand, singing Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. You look at her making funny faces as she tries to sing several voices at the same time. When she notices you, she invites you to come next to her. You’re, at first, reluctant however Carol takes your hand and forces you to follow her. She hands you the mic and you start singing together whilst your colleagues and boss laugh at your performance.

When the song is over, you catch your breath. Carol starts looking for another song when you look at the bar’s clock and see it’s 00:40 A.M.

“Come on Freddie Mercury, it’s time to go home.” you announce and she pouts.

“Just one last song ! Come on, let’s do Killer Queen.”

“Tomorrow you have class, remember ?”

“Party pooper.”

“You’ll thank me tomorrow. Besides, your roommate is sick, so you shouldn’t leave her alone any longer.”

Finally, you manage to make her leave the bar. Once you’re outside, the coldness of the night attacks you both with full force. You can feel fall being closer. Carol comes close to you while rubbing her hands on her arms. She says some more nonsense, giving you an idea how intoxicated she is which is enough to not drive.

“Keys.” your order, holding out your hand.

“But my car !” Carol protests but you insist.

“Maria will come with you tomorrow to get it. You won’t drive, future doctor’s order.” you order and she gives you her bunch of keys. “Come on, now.”

With a pout on her face, Carol accepts to follow you. When you’re finally in your car, you turn the heater on before leaving the parking lot and driving to Carol’s. The whole ride, you keep getting to know each other even more, talking about your childhood.

When you’re finally at her place, you turn off the car while Carol takes out her apartament’s keys. She’s about to leave when you hold her back.

“Do you want me to accompany you to your door ?”

“No, don’t worry. I’m trained to handle myself in every situation.” she assures you.

“As you want. Wait !” you exclaim, taking a random piece of paper and a pen. “It takes me about fifteen minutes to get home so call me.” you say before giving her the paper with your number on it, “and if I don’t get your call by then, I’ll know you haven’t found your door and I’ll come help you.”

“Do I officially have a personal doctor ?” Carol laughs, taking the paper in her hand.

“Only if you accept the risk of me not curing you correctly, I haven’t finished school yet.”

“I accept it.”

Carol smiles at you one last time before leaving your car. You watch her leaving until she’s out of your sight. You turn on your car and drive to your place, satisfied by your night. You know for sure you and Carol will get along pretty well.

October is slowly going by and Carol and you are spending more and more nights together, sometimes with Maria as well and other times just the two of you. You quickly become best friends and your feelings for Carol are getting stronger and stronger.

One night where Maria didn’t come since she wanted to rest, you found Carol at your table at the back of the bar after your shift. As soon as you’re sitting, you let go of a loud sigh, tired of your day.

“Tough day ?” Carol interrogates you with a compassionate look.

“Don’t get me started ! Medical school is slowly killing me.” you sigh, putting your head in your hands.

“You’ll get through it, I’m sure of it. You’re smart.” she affirms, stroking your hand.

“Go tell this to Professor Stevens.”

“Who ?”

“He’s one of my teachers. He only puts me down, I can’t stand him anymore.” you start explaining, “I can give my everything and it’s never enough for him. He gave us an assignment back today and I didn’t get a good grade. He didn’t hesitate for a second to show some parts of my essay as a bad example to others. Fortunately, he didn’t say it was me but I felt ashamed nonetheless.”

“Wow, he’s the teacher of the year !” Carol exclaims ironically.

“You have no idea. I admit it, I made some mistakes in my essay, but I’m here to learn, it’s normal I’m making mistakes ! I’m still in my second year, I don’t know everything about everything ! I swear I could make the smallest mistake and for him, it’s the end of the world. I’ll never be a doctor and if I ever am, he’ll never come see me for a consultation, like he always says. And the worst part is that there’s this George guy who has about the same grade as me and yet, when he makes a mistake, it’s always ‘it’s okay’, ‘you’ll do better next time’, ‘you’re still learning’, ‘don’t worry, you’ll be a good doctor, I’m sure of it’. Honestly, I don’t know what I did to him to deserve this kind of treatment !” you say, outraged.

“He’s just a dickhead. You’ll see how stupid he’ll feel when you’ll be a reputed doctor !”

“If I finish school. I gotta tell you my motivation has been lacking a lot lately.” you confess with a small voice, “I have Professor Stevens for the most important subject of the semester, in other words, if I fail his exam, I’ll have to retake my year except that I’ll still have him the year after that, if that’s the case. I don’t know what to do to be on his good side. It annoys me so much because, besides his subject, I’m doing pretty well ! I’m usually among the top of my class but this teacher does nothing but discourages me. Sometimes, I want to give up.”

“You’re not gonna give up !” Carol retorts with a determined tone. “You’ve worked very hard to go to that school. You told me yourself. You had to start working when you were sixteen to put some money aside, you’re always studying, even during vacations. You can’t give up now. You might have a few years left however you’re made to be a doctor, that’s what you told me the first night we shared a drink. You can’t give up because of one teacher. Prove him you can do it, in spite of him. No, better ! Prove to you you can do it.”

“It’s easier said than done.” you let go, still unmotivated.

“I know that, trust me ! If you knew how many people have told me, and still tell me, I’ll never be a pilot ! They say I don’t have enough physical or mental strength, they’ll never let a woman fight. It also discourages me as well, it’s true but then I tell myself I can’t let close-minded people destroy my dreams. And you can’t let your teacher or anyone else destroy yours either. Promise me you’ll never give up on your studies.” Carol states putting out her pinky fingers in front of you. “I want to be able to tell people that this doctor who cured cancer was the one serving me drinks and who worked her ass off to get here.”

You look at Carol lovingly. Despite everything that happened to you that day, she’s managed to cheer you up. Even better, she’s managed to make you want to outperform yourself. You smile at her, determined before putting your elbow on the table and showing your pinky finger.

“OK, but only if you promise to come see me when you’ll get injured from your missions because you’ll be the greatest pilot of the US Army. The new Amelia Earhart. I want to say that the one who is breaking all these aviation records was one of my clients during my studies and I always knew she was a strong woman.”

“Deal.” Carol smiles, linking her finger to yours.

“Deal.”

At that moment, as the same pace as the leaves are turning yellow, you realise you’re falling in love with Carol Danvers, if it was not already the case. Your pinky finger around hers, your eyes deep in hers, you know she’s everything you want. Her personality, her determination, her stubbornness and her confidence are all that you always want close to you. You always want her to be close to you. You want her to be your girl.

A few weeks later, Carol finally asked you out. When the day of your rendezvous comes, you spend your day looking for the perfect outfit until Carol’s arrival. As soon as you find her leaning against her old car, you can’t help but think she’s beautiful. Upon seeing you coming her way, Carol gets closer to you and kisses your cheek, giving you butterflies in your stomach, before inviting you in her car.

You’ve agreed on going to the movie and then to eat at the restaurant a bit outside of the city. On the way, there’s not awkward silence. Your conversations go smoothly as usual which reassures you. You didn’t want to lose your unique bound just because you’re officially going on a date.

You’re currently telling her about your expectations for the movies you’re going to watch when the car starts making weird noises and smoke appears in front of it before stopping in its tracks. Carol rolls her eyes and groans ‘not again’ whilst you give her an interrogative look.

“Does this happen often ?”

“Yes. I’m finally bringing it to the shop in two weeks. Don’t move, I know what I have to do.”

Carol leaves the vehicle and opens the hood. You wait on your seat, looking around. After a few minutes, Carol asks you to try to turn on the car. You go to the driver seat and turn the key but nothing. She tells you to do it again without any improvement. You hear Carol sighing in frustration and swearing. You get out of the car and go to her.

“Technically, it’s supposed to work.” she whines.

“I wish I could help you but I gotta admit I know nothing.”

“I don’t know what’s the problem, usually it works.”

“Don’t worry, someone is gonna drive by.” you say with a small smile.

“Almost no one drives here.”

“We can walk until we find a phone booth.”

“It’s a thirty minute walk to the nearest one. And by the time the mechanic comes, the movie will have already started, if not almost over.” Carol informs running her hand in her hair. “Argh !”

“It’s okay, Carol.” you assure her by taking her hands in yours.

“But you wanted to watch this movie so bad !”

“We can always go another time.”

“True but we might lose the reservation at the restaurant. I had everything planned ! Why did this damn car have to act up today ?”

“Maria is right, you need to change it.” you state, hoping to ease the atmosphere. “Carol, don’t worry about it.”

“I know, I just wanted tonight to be perfect. I was hoping…” she starts then stops, “forget it.”

“Hoping what ?”

“Nothing. Now, I’m sure everything is lost, seeing how our first date is going.”

“Carol.” you sigh but she doesn’t listen to you.

“I was planning on kissing you when I brought you home.”

Following her sentence, Carol avoids your gaze for a second, afraid of rejection. Though, hearing she wants to taste your lips gives you the confidence boost you needed to put your hands on her cheeks and kiss her. Carol’s hands find their way to your hips, bringing you closer. The kiss is sweet and full of love. The feeling of Carol’s lips on yours is officially your new favourite sensation. You kiss until you’re out of breath.

“No need to wait this late.” you mutter against her lips. “I’ve been dreaming about kissing you since we first met.”

“That makes two of us then. I really thought everything was over for a second.”

“It’d take me more to run away from you.” you assure her before pecking her lips. “Anyway, we’re going to call this mechanic or what ? I gotta confess I don’t really want to have my name in the news.”

“Don’t worry, I’m able to protect the both of us.” Carol affirms taking a superheroes pose.

“I don’t doubt it.”

Your hand in Carol’s, you start walking in the direction to the city nearby. On the way, you keep talking with a big smile on both of your faces. Frequently, you stop in your tracks to exchange a few kisses under the coldness of November. It’s official, you love fall.

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phoebefucking-bridgers · 2 years

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10 things i hate about you

A/N- tbh i’ve had this idea for ages i’ve just never been assed enough to write it, oops… anyway so i thought why not just mix one of my favourite films and my fav girl together?? kinda similar to the storyline but also not i have no idea will probably add a summary later on but i’m literally falling asleep rn

WORD COUNT- 3.6k+

WARNINGS- slight smut, fingering, crying, some angst some fluff idrk but happy ending, fake dating but only one half knows if u know what i mean,, about it i think

not proofread because i wrote the second half at 3am lol

Dating Carol came with many ups and downs, though hardly any of the latter on her behalf- confident, cocky, strong enough to probably snap you in half- but a cuddly sweetheart underneath her hardened exterior. You never once thought around a year ago that you would ever succumb to the blondes daily routines, let alone even be in the same proximity as her. But well, who were you to ever want to complain? The universe and the gods just seemed to be on your side, looking back and reminiscing all the good you’d caused in your life, wondering what had caused your sudden luck; the attention of Carol Danvers.

Carol was all you could ever ask for and more, the woman deemed as a literal god in your eyes. She was always so casually protective, calmly whisking you away from any uncomfortable situation with a stoic expression.

Tony chuckled boastingly, always utterly too loud for your own liking, relaxing a heavy arm on your shoulder, not budging when he felt you tense slightly, flexing his defined muscles. “Answer me, sweetheart.” You had no idea what Tony had said, you focus drawn on the endearing term. Your throat felt tight, unable to speak, to move, to-Why did it sound so bad coming from him, but so good from Carol?

A strong hand appeared gently on your upper back, strong but not enough to hurt you, light but not too light so that she could still assert her dominance over you. You immediately relaxed in her strong arms, as she roughly peeled Tony’s body off from you, the stench of whiskey on him quickly leaving your senses. To your surprise, Carol seemed perfectly sober. Tony just smirked smugly, folding his arms over his chest. “Jealous, Danvers?” Carol didn’t respond, whisking you away gently.

“Go fuck yourself, Stark.” You didn’t catch the wink that Tony sent her after that. Maybe if you did, it would all be different. She spoke once again, after bringing you to safety in her strong arms.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

You smiled back at the memory. That was also where you found yourself now, at Tony Starks house party, one of Carol’s outrageously cocky friends, relying on a half empty coke can and a rusty swing for comfort. The breeze was nice enough, though. The sounds of raging party music increased, along with a loud hoard of Carol’s friends entering the garden, before dimming again. You glanced back at the grass.

You would be lying if you said you’d never questioned Carol and her sudden interest in you, though you’d never say it to her face. You were sure she didn’t even know who you were a couple of months ago, just classing you as a random girl she’d pass aimlessly, maybe even being considered as just a quick fuck for a moment in time. You didn’t want to think about that.

You never knew why Carol loved dragging you to these parties, anyway. Some of Carols closer friends would send you guilty looks every other minute, causing you to worry immensely. Others, trying to project themselves onto you every chance they got.

“Hey, bug.”

Natasha was one of the few you actually liked. She never invalidated your feelings, nor was only nice to you with Carol in close proximity. A friend you never wanted to lose. “You alright?”

“Hi Nat. I’m fine, thank you.” Natasha slumped down on the bench swing next to you, sending you a small smile.

“I heard Carol’s been looking for you.”

“She is?”

Natasha hummed. “Last time i saw her she was with Thor. We talked for a bit and then i left to find Wanda.” Nat smiled sympathetically, talking to you for a couple more minutes before leaving to find Wanda again.

You missed Carol. Where was she? After all, she was the one who dragged you here. You maybe, just maybe thought she’d care more just after you gave her your all last night.

“This alright, bug? Still okay?” Carol was unbelievably and utterly gentle with you, pressing wet kisses to the bare skin of your neck. Her arms loosening their grip around your waist when she didn’t hear your response.

A strong, firm hand took place on your jaw, the other on top of your hand, rubbing tight patterns. The hand on your jaw gently pushed your face up, in order to look at her properly and her pouty lips, although serious expression.

“I need to hear you, sweetheart.” She softly nipped at your jaw, before stopping completely to look you in the eyes.

“I’m okay, Carol. And this is okay too.”

She smiled widely, chocolate eyes crinkling slightly in the corners. She wet her lower lip before biting it, removing her hand from yours and placing it down on her lap. She moved to lay back against the bed headboard, using one hand to propel herself up and the other to pat on her upper leg gently, a signal you immediately understood.

Lithe fingers scratch your lower stomach lightly, moving dangerously lower with each brush against skin. Her other hand dropped from your jaw to snake around your neck, going unnoticeably until she squeezed gently. Carol’s fingers inched closer gradually until her fingers were lightly grazing your clit.

She was trying so unbelievably hard to be as gentle with you as she possibly could, thought you quickly came to an assumption that she was trying to hold herself back. Carol was definitely very experienced, to say the least. Much more experienced than you, and that kind of scared you slightly- though you would never say it to her face. A harsh gasp escaped your lips when Carol changed her motions to rubbing tight circles over your most sensitive area to make herself prominent again, quickly brining you back to reality.

“Mm’, fuck Carol..” you just barely managed to mumble out.

This just seemed to urge to blonde on, the smirk growing rapidly as her nimble fingers worked you on fast and quick, never stopping her constant speed, never even breaking a sweat. The muscles in her upper arms flexed and contracted when she first smoothly slid her slim fingers into your warmth.

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.” Carol groaned, throwing her head back with a soft thud as she hit the comforter. It didn’t affect her in the slightest. It actually spurred her on.

Carol bounced her upper thighs up, situating her free hand on your waist to keep you steady, while the other worked magic between your thighs. You squirmed in her grip but she didn’t relent.

Saying Carol is a good lover in bed would be a total understatement. Carol, with stamina for days- in which she could probably go through without breaking out a single sweat- though she would also stop the same second if you asked her to. She was gentle, rough, everything in the books and you loved her for it.

She’s an even better lover out of the bed, always so gentle with you, so patient, so admiring. Always putting your decisions and choices before hers, but also so casually dominating at the same time.

She knew you were so utterly close, working you open faster if that was even humanly possible. But who knows with Carol anymore. “Cmon’ baby, that feel good? Hm?” You nodded profusely.

You tightened around Carol’s fingers and before you even knew it, you were falling of the edge in carols firm grip. She fucked you through your orgasm, surprising yourself when you let out a high pitched moan. Carol didn’t seem surprised, though. Frankly it was quite the opposite; Carol was wearing a shit-eating, smug grin when you caught her eye, relaxing her hood on your waist and letting herself fall further into the covers, bringing you down with her.

Deciding to look for Carol was maybe, just maybe, not your best idea to date. Honestly, if you could go back in time and just tell yourself to wait it out for a few more seconds, minutes, hours, maybe nothing would have ever happened. Though, why would you ever have thought of that at the time? It was stupid to blame yourself, you thought.

Carol was never a hard person to find, so you weren’t surprised when you spotted her chatting with Steve. She was wearing a tailed suit, a navy blue to match the colour of your own dress, which maybe she had planned, or maybe not. You weren’t sure.

Her blonde hair was messily swept over one of her shoulders, the blonde having to re-tuck it every couple of minutes to keep it out and away from her face.

She seemed so deep in conversation that she couldn’t feel your eyes on her, different from usual as she could always sense your presence, even from the other side of the room.

Carol laughed at something that Steve had said, taking a sip from her drink once Steve called Tony over.

You felt weird listening in, that was until Tony came over anyway. Truly, you didn’t have anything against him, it just seemed that around half of the time you were uncomfortable in just his presence. He wasn’t bad, you knew. He was practically harmless to you, other than being overly friendly, but his mood could switch instantly.

Steve didn’t seem to notice you either, too engrossed in whatever Tony had to say, as was Carol. Something about a new invention that he was working in that Carol seemed overly impressed with, and actually interested with whatever the man had to say for a change.

You stepped closer carefully, trying harder than you’d like to admit to not accidentally step one someone’s toes. You suddenly stoped in your tracks when you heard Steve mention your name. Listening in closer, maybe he had saw you and called you over, but no. Instead, he sounded almost guilty but curious at the same time? If that was even possible.

You heard Carol sigh, and Tony suddenly went silent. Unusual for him.

“So, when are you going to tell her?” Steve spoke quickly, before going silent again.

“Steve…” Carol sounded uneasy.

“No Danvers, he’s right. When are you going to tell her it’s all a fucking lie, just a quick fuck for cash and nothing else?” Tony spoke up, too loud for Carol’s liking.

Honestly, she felt absolutely fucking horrible, wishing your relationship had started in better circumstances. Carol didn’t want to admit her mistakes. She wasn’t very good at that.

Yes, it started of one sided, but Carol soon found herself falling for you - and Yes, she knew having sex with you was a complete dick move, but she found that she couldn’t help herself. She was compelled by you.

Hearing their conversation made your heart drop, and if it could, would smash into a million pieces. Maybe that could’ve made Carol realise the extent of her mistakes.

Tony’s eyed widened once he spotted you, making Carol’s stomach turned before she made the dreaded turn-around, praying she wouldn’t see you. “Fuck.” Tony muttered.

Carols jaw dropped the second she made out your blue dress in the shadows, seeing your teary eyed expression and the clear embarrassment on your face. You were embarrassed. Embarrassed you believed her stupid act. You stormed of quickly, not caring if you were causing a scene, with Carol right on your heels. You barely made it out of the door before her hand caught yours.

“Babe….” She looked angry, angry with herself, angry that she was the reason for your state, but also the saddest you’ve ever seen her. She had no right to feel sad.

“Don’t. Don’t call me that.”

She brushed a hand through your messy hair, face flushed and breathing heavily. Once her flushed state faded away, she looked like she was going to be sick at any given moment, ghostly pale. You had never seen her look so weak and it honestly scared you more than words could.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. Just give me a chance and I’ll fix everything, I’ll fix this, i promise.” Carol rambled on desperately.

“When?”

“Tony’s party, the one five months ago. You didn’t attend because Wanda was sick and you didn’t want to leave her alone.”

Thor had invited his good friend, Brunhilde Valkyrie to The compound as she was visiting earth, and of course, she had bought Asgardian mead with her. Carol loved the stuff. She couldn’t get drunk off normal alcohol anymore, so she had to resort to Valkyries large stash. Then she really found out why Thor loved it so much.

Everyone was stupidly drunk, off their minds drunk, so truly it was no one’s fault that things went the way they did. Well, they all felt incredible guilt after.

Tony decided a little game could be fun, to help spice up the atmosphere once everyone had left other than the avengers. Carol wanted to leave, but decided another drink couldn’t hurt that much. The group went back and forth with little bets, dares, you name it. Everything was going smoothly until Rhodey sent Carol a knowing smirk and then she knew she should’ve left early.

“Carol, i dare you…” He pondered it for a minute, before deciding that his thoughts were the most practical option.

Natasha and Clint sent a smile Carols way, knowing Rhodey had something in store, Clint trying to smile at her while also chugging down his beer. Natasha just rolled her eyes.

“I dare you to go out with y/n.” Carols eyes widened, tilting her head with confusion. She could see Thor eyeing her nervously from the corner of her eye.

“What, I’m not sure…” Carol shrugged her shoulders, her expression blank.

“A dares a dare, Danvers.” Tony spoke suddenly. God, she wanted to kill him. She saw Bruce harshly nudging Tony’s shoulder, but decided to ignore it.

“You know you don’t have to do it, Carol.” Thor spoke warmly, sending Carol a sympathetic smile.

Carol rested her head on her hands, slouching further into the sofa. In all honesty, she didn’t want to the dare. She liked you, liked you more than she’d want to admit. Ever. She didn’t want to ruin the small friendship she had already formed with you. Her thoughts her slowly succumbed by alcohol through out the whole night, and through her drunken mind she thought; fuck it.

If carol knew this all then, she would do it the right way. She would take you out properly to her favourite little restaurant a couple of minutes away from the compound, then to the bar that she adored so much. But she never fought that far.

“Alright. I’ll do it.”

A single tear slid down your cheek, Carol standing stiff as a stick, no control over her body movements, nor her emotions. She felt crushed, emotionally and physically. It was never meant to go like this. She felt like crumbling to her knees. But she couldn’t, not in front of you. You didn’t deserve it.

“You have to know, i never meant to hurt you. I love you.” She stated, teary eyed with a completely honest expression. You knew she was telling the truth. Carol never broke down in front of you. Not even once. Carol, your strong, cocky girlfriend who never gave a shit about anyones thoughts about her, but also Carol, the broken blonde with puffy eyes and a pleading expression. You wouldn’t be surprised if she dropped to her knees and begged you to listen.

“I know.” Carol didn’t even have a chance to process your words before you were gone. Your loud sobs quickly faded away, along with the clacking of your heels against the hard wood stairs.

Carol didn’t follow you, though she wanted too. She knew she needed to let you calm down and process your emotions first before she bombarded you with apologies.

What Carol didn’t know what that Thor stood silently behind her, making himself known when he placed a hand on Carols back. She turned around hesitantly and he opened her eyes wide for her, allowing her to sob silently on his shoulder.

Thor knew Carol never meant any harm to you, and this was the complete opposite of what she wanted, in fact, she didn’t think it could of gone any worse. She knew she was in the wrong, and Thor knew too, but he also knew you would come around, as Carol showed that she truly loved you.

Thor continued to pat her back, ignoring the mascara tracks down her cheeks that were quickly spreading onto her shirt. He just held her closer.

You felt fairly better two days later, feeling as if a small weight from the massive pile on your shoulders had been lifted, better than none ,though. You still felt overly shitty, and you missed Carol dearly.

Carol was giving you space to grieve, and you really appreciated it, giving you time to let all of your tears and emotions out. In most of that time you never left your room, except from the occasional visits from Natasha, Clint, and Thor. You never talked about Carol. Natasha told you about Wanda- who promised to talk to you when she was back in town, Clint who told you all about his family, showing you photos which your quite adorable, but you’d never admit it to him, and Thor, who not so subtly wanted you to visit Asgard. He told you all about Jane and Valkyrie, and how they both wanted to meet you.

They made you feel so much better, and you were so grateful for them helping you take your mind off Carol. Natasha tried to get you to open up about your feelings, but you weren’t ready yet, and she respected that, you just couldn’t wait forever.

Carol always found herself waiting outside your door, though never getting the courage to knock. And shyly disappearing before she could get caught by anyone and go through the embarrassment.

No one ridiculed Carol like she thought they would. In fact, they all seemed to understand her, understanding that she never meant any harm to you at all.

Thor had persisted and persisted until you finally gave in on his offer of having breakfast with him. He said it would be good for you to get out of your room, and frankly, you agreed.

Sipping on your coffee, you hoped you wouldn’t have to come face to face with Carol at any moment in time, not soon anyway. And to your surprise, your wish had been fulfilled as you didn’t catch any sight of her through-out the whole breakfast. Not even when you were walking back to your room, she was no where to be found.

Thor walked you back to your room, smiling at you softly before leaving. You stepped in the unlocked room, and immediately something felt off, the atmosphere was different. You promptly switched the light switch and they flickered on, alerting you of the other figure in the room, sitting shyly on the edge of the bed something held tightly in her hands.

You thought of kicking her out, but quickly forgot it. You hesitantly walked over to the edge of your bed, and sat next to her, not looking her in the eyes because you knew it would make it a hell of a lot harder. She knew you weren’t going to speak first, so she took a chance.

“When i accepted the dare, Tony gave me some money for it.. and i know this isn’t an excuse for anything I’ve done to you, and i will never stop apologising to you for it.” Carol looked like she wanted to add something else, but held herself back. Instead, she shifted uncomfortably on the bed end, gently passing you a small box.

You opened the box silently, not that Carol was expecting a response, and tried to stifle your smile when you saw what was inside. You had talked about wanting one of these once before on a late night with Carol. You were surprised she would even remember that.

It all but made it harder for you to hate her, and you hated her for it. Well, you could never hate you, truly, even after breaking your heart and dragging it through the mud.

“Thank you.” You muttered , and Carol smiled gently at you. She knew this would be a long journey for you both, and she was willing to take any risks for you.

“I know I’ve fucked up, so, so bad, but i really want to make this right again. I love you, and i don’t think i can live without you much longer.” You and Carol had never said ‘i love you’ before, and in fact, she had never been this vulnerable with you in the whole 5 months you spent together. Maybe she was more truthful that you had originally thought.

You smiled softly, glancing up and her and she grinned when she saw your smile. Once you nodded, she clasped both of your hands together, and brought you in for a kiss, before stopping abruptly.

“Can i kiss you?” She seemed hesitant this time, not like any of your kisses before.

You nodded again, and that was all the response she needed. She kissed you as gentle and loving as she could, lightly cupping your face with your free hand and rubbing reassuring patterns of love against your jaw. She broke away from the kiss and seemed deep in thought for a second.

“God, i love you.” You found yourself responding quicker than your brain could handle.

“I love you too.”

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sapphicmsmarvel · 2 years

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carol danvers masterlist

💜: favorites

🔥: smut/spicy

carols playlist

dating carol danvers

jealousy

gifs with carol + part two

anxiety

don’t give up on me

intimacy with carol danvers

giving goose a bath

social media au

do you think about us 🔥

#Carol Danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x you #Brie Larson #Captain Marvel #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel x you #captain marvel x female reader

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Last Kiss

Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader

Carol Danvers x Valkyrie

WandaNat x Fem!Reader (“Platonic”)

18+ | Minors DNI | SMUT

Oral, Fingering, Nipple/Breast stimulation, Captain / Good Girl. (R receiving)

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Sad Beautiful Tragic (MW x Taylor Swift Series)

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The loud thunder roaring through your neighborhood left you wide awake, and the cracks of lightning outside your window had you rather captivated. Storms had never really bothered you, but ever since that disastrous night a few months back they'd only been filling you with dread.

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You were stood on the compound rooftop stargazing with your lover of nearly four years, leaning into her warmth as the predicted storm clouds ominously rolled in. She'd told you she had something important to discuss with you tonight, and your nerves had all but consumed you ever since.

"Carol, baby, what's on your mind?" You finally cut through the tense silence, but her response is purely nonverbal.

She tightens her grip on your hip, spins you around, then pushes your body up against the brick wall as she slams her lips to yours.

"Carol, sweetheart, what is it?"

"Please..." She pleads, and you decide to let it go for now at the sound of obvious desperation in her tone.

Her hands dropped to grip at your thighs, hoisting you up in one swift motion and you happily assisted her by wrapping your legs around her waist. She carries you over to the hanging patio bed and carefully lays you down. She'd straddled your hips, and leaned back to just gawk at you. Nimble fingers traced over your face, and your heart began to ache at the sight of the overwhelming swirl of emotions behind her gaze.

Then within a moments time something switches, and the lust filled look she suddenly gave you sent chills down your spine, you nod, silently confirmed for her to continue. Your shirt was immediately tossed aside, followed quickly by your bra. Her eyes then traveled the expanse of your chest, before her lips traveled down to capture your nipple between her teeth.

While she payed the upmost attention to your breasts, pulling the sweetest of whimpers from you, her hands expertly traveled down to remove your shorts and underwear.

"Fuck..." She groaned around your nipple as her fingers traced through your slit, collecting your abundant arousal, and she wastes absolutely no time before she's thrusting two fingers into your eager cunt.

Your back arches at the sudden fullness, pushing your breast into her mouth even more, and your breathing becomes strained. Her thrusts are rather slow, as she takes her time with you, and as sweet as it is you are desperate for more.

"Captain.... More please..."

Carol groans at the use of her title, picking up the pace as she trails her lips across your soft skin, until she's finally close enough to smash her lips into yours. With every delicious thrust of her fingers you moved in tandem against her. Once her thumb begins to rub tight circles against your clit, the pleasure becomes overwhelming, so you find yourself spluttering into her mouth, making it pretty much impossible to keep up with the kiss.

Carol tenderly kisses at the corner of your mouth before she begins to nibble down your jawline until her lips are hovering above your pulse point. Your movements had become entirely too sloppy so she knew that you were nearing a state of bliss. You gasp in shock as she bites into your neck, while pulling out of you, and as she slams back in she rotates her wrist. Your breathing becomes erratic as she swirls her fingers around and curls them just right at the same time that her thumb is pressing against your clit, and it's enough to make you absolutely lose control. Sinful moans flow out of you, while your body is uncontrollably trembling beneath hers.

She pulls back from your neck to watch you coming undone, continuing to pump into you as she does her best to prolong your orgasm, and once your moans sound more like whimpers she pulls out of you.

Her lips meet yours in a tender kiss, as her slick free hand pushes the hair back off of your sweaty face. Then, ever so slowly, she kisses all the way down your body until her face is level with your glistening cunt.

"Too much..." You whimper as she places a soft kiss to your aching bundle of nerves.

"Shhh... You made a mess baby... Be a good girl and let your Captain clean you up, yeah?" She husks, pure lust having overtaken her naturally soft voice, sending a shiver down your spine at her obvious need.

Your hand tangles into her short blonde hair, giving her the go ahead to move forward. Her tongue licks a deliberate stripe up your slit, and her eyes squeeze shut as your taste all but consumes her senses.

"Always taste so good baby..." She hums against your core, sending you into a state of dizzying arousal.

Her tongue enters you, relentlessly swirling around and expertly prodding at your walls. As you were still coming down from your previous orgasm, it doesn't take long until your second one approaches. Your walls flutter around her tongue, and your thighs instinctually try to close around her head.

Strong arms wrap around your thighs, pushing them back down, while her mouth continues to work wonders on you. Her tongue slowly slides out of you, as she moves up to pay attention to your neglected clit, sucking it between her lips with fervor. Your vision blurs, and your back painfully arches off the bed as you’re violently thrown over the edge once more.

Your arousal came flowing out of you, and Carol effortlessly catches the entirety of it. Gently licking at your folds until she feels entirely satisfied with her clean up. Her lips then travel back up your body very slowly, lingering slightly between your breasts before she finally falls into you and leaves her face in the crook of your neck.

Once her breathing had finally regulated, she had began to uncontrollably sob against your neck, and your arms instantly wrapped around her in an attempt to comfort her.

"Carol, what's the matter? You're scaring me..."

"I'm so sorry..." She sobs out against your skin, before pulling back to stare at you.

"Why are you sorry? You're not making any sense..."

She pulled back, moving off of you to sit beside your body instead, then stared directly into your eyes as you leaned up on your elbows.

"I made promises I just can't keep..." She says, barely above a whisper as another stream of tears falls down her cheeks.

Your heart snaps in two at the obvious implication of her words, and all too suddenly the chill of the night seeps into your bones. Dirty, that's how you feel, as you scramble to your feet and hurriedly redress yourself.

Carol jumps up and attempts to approach you, but you back away, and her heart stutters in her chest at your sudden resistance to her touch. Betrayal is what hits you next, the woman you loved just used your body in some twisted version of goodbye.

"No... You can't be saying what I think you're saying..." You finally speak, and the hurt in your voice is rather obvious.

"Y/N/N..." She whispers, as she doesn't stop approaching you, finally reaching you as your back is pressed against the wall once more.

"No!"

"It's for the best that we end this now, you deserve the world, and I can't give it to you anymore..."

"WHY THE HELL NOT?!" You loudly shriek, causing Carol to lightly flinch, but her stance remains the same.

"Fury is sending me into space, and it's not the normal couple months, it's more so an indefinite reassignment."

"Did you even consider saying no?" You dejectedly ask, and her hands still on your cheeks.

"So, that's a no?" You chuckle out bitterly.

"I can't just say no Y/N... I have an obligation to the hundreds of other planets full of life out there."

You knew from the start that Carol valued her job; over time you'd began to notice that she'd maybe valued it a bit too much. Growing accustomed to the sporadically canceled dates for a last minute mission. However, you never thought it would be a reason she'd leave you for good.

"You could though, you could've chosen me first for once... I tried so hard to be enough for you, and I-I, Carol, I can't do this without you... You're the love of my life, how am I expected to just move on?"

"Oh, my sweetest girl that's where you're wrong. You're so strong, and I promise you'll be just fine. You'll find someone who's able to give you all that you need, because Y/N you're more than worth it. My leaving has nothing to do with you, I promise you did nothing wrong. You've been the greatest part of my entire story and my love for you will remain forever. I'm so sorry that this is it for us, I'd have given you all my lifetimes if given the choice. I'm morally tied to this title, I have this unforgiving responsibility to the world, and as much as it pains me to, I have to make such sacrifices. Losing you was truly the last thing I wanted, but please understand it's not a choice, because if it was I damn sure would've picked you."

"Just not enough for you to stay..." You dejectedly mutter under your breath as your body racks with choked sobs. Carol just pulls your head against her chest, and rocks you slowly as silent tears continue to fall down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry..." She repeats, having pulled your face into her hands to wipe away at your cheeks.

She smiles warmly at you with her glazed over eyes, you turn your face to lay a wet kiss to her palm, and she gently guides your face to hers for a parting kiss. It's full of complete desperation, as as she tries to leave a permanent impression of her lips on yours. Once the kiss becomes too dizzying, she pulls back, and has to fight the urge to reciprocate your chasing lips.

"Goodbye my sweet girl, please take care of yourself..." She mumbles, then gently brushes her lips across your forehead before she abruptly stepped back and took off into the overcast sky.

As soon as she'd been out of your sights, you fell to your knees in hysterics, and at the same moment the sky cracked with lightning and a loud rumbling of thunder came rolling through.

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Rain had actually always been a comfort for you since your youth, you remember the days where your mother would plead for you to stay inside. Vaguely remembering her threats:

"You're gonna catch a cold darling..."

You'd just stare back at her from your place outside, smiling widely as you'd challenge her warning gaze and jump through puddles anyways. Dancing around giddily with your head thrown back, and tongue out as the surprisingly warm rain cascaded down your cheeks, landed atop your awaiting tongue, and basically soaked your entire wardrobe.

The gloomy skies that usually darkened the collective mood, had always done the complete opposite for you, rather wrapping you in relief. Outside of work, nothing was really expected of you when it's raining, all you expected of yourself was comfort. You'd cuddle under blankets while the mug in your hand warmed your unnaturally cold fingers, and a clingy cat would usually lie upon your chest and that was always enough to bring a smile to your face.

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I still remember the look on your face

Lit through the darkness at 1:58

The words that you whispered

For just us to know

You told me you loved me

So why did you go away?

——

I do recall now the smell of the rain

Fresh on the pavement

I ran off the plane

That July 9th

The beat of your heart

It jumps through your shirt

I can still feel your arms

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Waking up to the sound of birds chirping just wasn't the same for you anymore as you reluctantly peeled your body from the lonesome bed. Exhaustion consumed you as of late, no matter how much you did sleep, and you were rather over it. Decidedly tired of sulking, you entered your bathroom with a purposeful bounce in your step

You took a steamy shower, allowing yourself to feel the water cascading down your body, as you took care of yourself in every which way you knew how. Upon stepping out you'd finally felt a tiny bit of yourself coming back, so you

threw on a sweatsuit, and your trusty pair of vans before setting off on a walk. A misty breeze lightly slapped you in the face, and that after rain smell instantly flooded your nostrils. You felt yourself smiling for the first time in a month since the breakup.

There was no destination in sight, as you aimlessly walked around the city before you found yourself outside of your favorite cafe. Walking into the warm atmosphere brought you a sense of nostalgia, having unintentionally not been here since the breakup.

"Y/N!!!" Martha shrieks, pulling you from your moment as she envelops you in a hug.

"Hey..." You sheepishly greet, holding back the unsuspecting tears as the simple embrace nearly breaks you down.

"I was so worried, I'd thought my favorite customer had moved without telling me." She pouted, as she pulled your face in between her frail hands, and sent an all too knowing look at your broken smile.

"Come, I have a new pie I'm planning on testing out, and you're going to be the first to try it." She beamed, pulling you to the counter, then disappearing behind the wall into the shop's kitchen.

For a brief moment, everything felt just right, and a familiar warmth enveloped your chest for the duration of your visit. While you were walking home in the evening the wind had picked up, and one gust nearly toppled you over.

As you approached your door, a gentle breeze flew at you as you went to enter, and the all too familiar scent of Chanel *5 hit your nose. It was then that you'd finally realized the sweater you were wearing was indeed Carol's, and you were grateful that you made it home before noticing.

You stumbled into the kitchen, gripping at the sink to stabilize yourself as you felt another wave of hysteria coming on. Honestly, you'd thought you were all cried out at this point, but apparently you were just a never ending well of tears and sorrow.

Opening the fridge you reached aimlessly, playing a game of Truly roulette as you collected three cans in total. It might be Fall, but it's never too early, or you guess too late for Spring cleaning...

"Tropical Punch, well at least it's a combination of fruits." You mumble to yourself as you open the can, and set off for your disaster of a room.

After downing the first can you head straight for the closet, yanking every last piece of clothing out as you deciphered what was yours. Turns out, she'd only left behind the one sweater, and the special beanie that your mother had knitted for her.

You slam back another can before spiraling into an unwanted memory lane.

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"Y/N, your mom sent a package, but it seems to be addressed to me." Carol mumbles as she sets down your mail that she'd just collected for you.

"Go ahead and open it then darling." You shout from the kitchen, where you were fixing up some gourmet hot cocoa since it was absolutely freezing outside.

"I haven't even met her and she's already sending me stuff."

"Well yeah, she's been telling all her friends at Bingo that her daughters dating an Avenger. She's obviously trying to butter you up so that she can eventually say her daughter in law is Captain Marvel." You jest, as you walk into the dining room with her mug in hand.

"No need to butter me up, I'm pretty certain I'm here to stay." She tenderly states, as she rips the box open and gasps at the contents.

"On second thought, I think I need more packages of inspiration to stay with you." She jokes, as she pulls out a container full of vintage snacks that she'd not seen in ages.

Then her hand stills, and she looks up at you with wide eyes.

"What is it?"

"Baby, it seems that I'm going to have to break up with you." She cringes, as she pulls out a superhero themed beanie, that she now knows she'll be expected to wear if she continues to be tied to you.

"Oh hush, you actually scared me."

"I'm serious, I can't be caught in that! It'll ruin my street cred." She playfully pouts, and you hold it up to get a full view.

"Please, it's absolutely adorable!" You beam, as you straddle her lap, and watch her eyes widen.

"No, don't you da—."

You giggle triumphantly as you managed to pull the beanie onto her head, and consequently over her eyes.

"That's it..." She grumbles, then she begins to jab her fingers into your sides, and you squirm wildly in her lap, trying to escape but being unable to beat her grip.

As the two of you calm down, you lean back to readjust her beanie, then practically melt at the way she's looking back up at you.

"Smile." You beam, giving her no chance to move away as you turn in her lap, and capture a selfie to send to your mom and then to the Avengers group chat that you'd been added to.

"Wanna go play in the snow?" She asks, then before you can figure out why she'd sounded so mischievous you found a beanie was pulled over your head.

"Apparently we get to match." She laughs out, taking a photo herself before literally carrying you over to the coat rack.

"Remind me to disown my mother." You grumbled, Carol laughed boisterously as she slipped your jacket over you, then pulled you outside.

Her arms firmly wrapped around you, then lit up hands enveloped your shaking ones, and you smiled while leaning into her warmth, and peacefully watched as the snow continued to fall from the darkened sky.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

You miss her, and the warmth that she always brought you, and you just sit here wondering if she misses you too.

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But now I'll go sit on the floor, wearing your clothes.

All that I know is, I don't know how to be something you miss.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss.

Never imagined we'd end like this.

Your name, forever the name on my lips.

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•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"What's a gorgeous woman such as yourself doing alone at the bar?"

You snorted at your girlfriends antics, turning around to wrap your arms around her neck and she moved her hands to grip your hips.

"I was waiting for my girlfriend to make an appearance." You quip, before leaning forward to place a delicate kiss to her lips.

"Woah, I'm not sure your girlfriend will appreciate you locking lips with others." She loudly proclaims, you attempted to shove her away but her grip remains firm.

"You're the worst..."

"I'm sorry baby, I thought it was funny, I didn't mean to embarrass you." She replies with a furrowed brow, but almost instantly loses her composure and breaks out into a fit of laughter.

You rolled your eyes, then spun out of her grip, and once she slowed her laughter down, she chased after you, abruptly gripping your hand to spin you onto the dance floor.

"Dance with me, yeah?" She asks, with that dreamy smile of hers, and those loving eyes that nearly brings you to your knees.

"No, I'm mad at you." You hastily resist the notion, playing up the irritation.

"I'm sorry... I promise to make it up to you later..." She whispers against your ear, slightly nibbling as she pulls back, and smiles when she realizes she's winning you over.

"I hate dancing, I'm horrible at it..." You weakly rebut.

"I know baby, just let me lead, you know I got you..." She tenderly relays, pulling your body even closer, as she sways your bodies along to the slow tune.

After the song transitions, your face lifts from her chest, she stares down at you with curious eyes, then she giggles lightly at your pout before leaning in to peck at your awaiting lips. You whine at the faintest touch, but she pays you no mind as she grips your hand, spinning you out, then pulls you back in until your body collides with her other arm. She swiftly dips your body, then jolts you up and pulls you straight into a bruising kiss that takes your breath away.

You pull away with a beaming smile, slightly panting as you work to regulate your breathing, and find yourself lost in her eyes. She reaches forward, crossing her arms one the other as she does, as she lifts your hands from your side. In one swift motion, she's lifting your arms, spinning you around, until her arms are securely wrapping around you to pull your back flush to her front.

"You're so beautiful baby, I just can't believe that you're all mine..."

Your heart flutters in your chest at her words, and your skin heats up at the feel of her lips on your shoulders.

"I'm yours, and you're mine..." You whisper, as you move your head to the right to open your neck for her.

"All yours..." She concurs, as she sucks a mark into your skin before moving to drag you off to the nearest empty space.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Truth is, she was never really yours...

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I do remember the swing of your step

The life of the party, you're showing off again, and I roll my eyes and then...

You pull me in, I'm not much for dancing, but for you I did.

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•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Sweetheart, we're going to be late." Carol nervously groans from outside the bathroom door.

"Yeah, and who's fault is that?!" You playfully remark as you work to redo your hair that she'd just finished destroying.

"You just looked too good, I couldn't wait." She grumbles, and an airy laugh falls from your lips as you open the door and come face to face with your gorgeous blonde.

"Well don't you clean up nice." You quip, as you tug her into you by her suit jacket.

"Yes I do, and now you're wrinkling my suit. I'm desperate to make a good impression on your parents tonight..."

You pulled her in for a brief kiss, then ran your hands down her suit jacket to smooth her back out before intertwining your hand with hers and locking gazes.

"My love, my parents will love you simply because I do. Out of all the girls I've brought home, I think an Avenger is quite the step up."

"I'm technically older than them..."

You sigh indignantly as her reoccurring insecurity comes bubbling back up. It hurts you to see her struggling with such a pointless topic. It's never really posed a problem for you, and from an outsiders perspective they can't really judge. She's physically stuck in her thirties, not that you'd really care otherwise.

"Irrelevant, that honestly just means you can understand my dads lame jokes, and then he'd be trying to steal you from me."

...

"Oh no, maybe I didn't think this through." You jest, smiling widely at the sound of her genuine giggle.

"We should go then, I don't want to be any later than we are already going to be..."

"Sweetheart, honestly, my parents would be more concerned if I showed up on time." You laugh out as you shut the door to your apartment and make your way to the car.

Carol simply rolled her eyes at your honest comment, then set the GPS up before carefully speeding you guys there.

Your parents had been sat out on the front porch, watching your nieces running around when the two of you pulled up.

"It's going to be okay Carol..."

She nodded, wiping her sweaty hands off on her slacks before exiting the car and promptly opening the door and offering her arm for you to get out. She wasn't showboating, this was a common occurrence for her to aide you in getting out of the car.

"Thank you darling..."

She playfully glared, honestly hating whenever you thanked her for something as simple as common decency, and you gently pecked her cheek to double down on your appreciation. Before either of you could ao much as make it off of the curb your siblings descendants came running at you.

"Auntie Y/N!!!!" Your niece Annabelle shrieked as she jumped onto your legs, and you held her firmly in place.

"I missed you..." Your eldest niece Charlotte murmured as she carefully hugged you.

"Oh my doodness... Auntie, is dat Captin Marbel?" Your youngest niece Jasmine stutters out, as she wildly stares at your girlfriend.

Carol smiles fondly at the interaction, then she drops to one knee, no longer caring about her suit, just so she could be level with her.

"Hi there Jasmine, I'm the real Captain Marvel, but all my friends get to call me Carol." She greets, playfully smirking your way, as she extends her hand out to her.

"You know my name?!" She asks in awe, and Carol simply nods.

"Can I call you Carol?"

"Well yeah, of course, we're friends aren't we?"

"Mama!!!!! Capt—Carol Danbers is my best friend!!!" She shrieks, as she runs off to find your sister in law to share the good news.

After your other nieces introduce themselves, they take off to help set the table, and you smile at your girlfriend.

"Best friend... Wow... She hardly ever uses that title. Usually I have to give her an extra bowl of ice cream to even be considered." You laugh out, and move in stride with your lover as you approach your awaiting parents.

Carol guides you gently up the stairs before remaining one step below the porch so that she could look up to your parents.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" Your mother dotingly greets her, pulling her directly into a hug, and Carol sheepishly reciprocates the embrace.

"The pleasure is all mine Mrs. Y/L/N."

"Oh please, just call me Janice." Your mom corrects her before moving over to hug you.

Your father however holds an intense bout of eye contact with your girlfriend, lasting roughly thirty entire seconds before he extends his hand out to her.

"You might be a superhero, with fancy powers, but I'm a dad who will stop at nothing to protect my daughters heart."

"Dad!!!" You groan at the mans fruitless threats, seeing as how he isn't even willing to harm a spider.

"I promise to do the same." She steels, as she firmly shakes his hand.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

If only that were the case...

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•~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"That movie was amazing!!!" You shriek, as your girlfriend giggles from behind you.

"Only you could find so much joy in a movie where nearly all the main characters end up brutally murdered. Baby, should I be worried about you? Am I in danger?"

"Well, that depends.. Did you—." As you go to ask her a question, she is pushing your back into the wall of the movie theater hallways, and you find yourself cut off by her soft lips.

"Baby... You know I hate when you do that, now I forgot what I was going to say..."

"I know, my poor, forgetful little baby... It was for my own safety though." She lightly mocks you, and kisses your nose to remedy your sadness before dragging you out of the building.

"Oh yeah!!! Did you pick up —." You begin to ask, remembering the previous discussion. Carol cuts you off once more with a quick peck to your lips in the middle of the parking lot; pulling back to place kisses in rapid succession to the remainder of your face until you're reduced to a giggling mess.

"I'm taking that as a no, you definitely forgot to pick up the cat food... It's not me you should be worried about my darling..." You laugh out as you see her face drop, quickly rounding the car and smiling to yourself when you realize she's driving to the grocery store.

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Because I love your handshake, meeting my father

I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets

How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something

There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions

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Somehow in your increasingly inebriated state your memory lane had morphed into a slurry of nightmares as you passed out in a slump on the floor. The last time you'd gone to the compound you found yourself regretting it as you listened to Thor proudly describing his previous adventures back on Asgard.

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"Carol came to save the day! It was so cool, these aliens had been attacking Asgard because Loki had pissed them off. Valkyrie and I were at a loss for words at the sheer amount of them. When out of nowhere a beaming light came flying passed us and a bunch of them were reduced to ash.

The God had missed the glares of his teammates in his excitement, but he eventually caught on when he noticed just how quiet his friends had become.

"Oh, Lady Y/N, I'm so sorry..."

The pitying somehow made it worse, but you'd kindly smiled at him and reassured him that it was all okay while coming up with a lame excuse to leave.

"I'm actually going to head home, I work rather early tomorrow." You mumble while collecting your items.

The team sent you off with sympathetic smiles, watching as you practically run out of the compound, and Thor mumbled:

"The suns still up isn't it? Also, I thought she had the weekends off?"

Wanda had held Natasha tightly to save her tiny fists the pain, honestly she felt bad for the aloof man, and his obvious inability to read the room.

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It's safe to say you'd not been back since that day, not wanting to inconvenience her friends from being able to talk freely about their endeavors. The Avengers grew to love you, some obviously more than others, as Wanda and Natasha took a liking to you. The coupled up redheads did there best to keep coming around to lift your spirits.

Their hearts had collectively broken when they first caught sight of your trembling form that dreadful night when the blonde just flew away. Friday had made them privy to your state as they were preparing to climb into bed, without a second thought they'd ran up there, and guided you into their bed for the night. Their comforting words, and gentle embrace had been enough to soothe your aching heart for that night.

—

The sound of your doorbell ringing nonstop woke you up, and the ache in your muscles was proof enough that you'd slept in the pile of clothing on the floor. Ignoring the bell proved fruitless as the knob began to jingle, followed by your door swinging open.

"Sweetheart, you had us worried." Wanda coo'd as she enveloped you in a hug.

"Clearly for good reason too, look at this mess, Y/N we thought you were doing better..." Natasha sadly states.

Ever since that night, they've been relentless with their support, showing up to your place on the regular, and almost always unannounced. Usually with chick flics, and an ungodly amount of unhealthy snacks. Their love for you was strong, and the need to protect you even stronger, so they'd decided to force you out from your own filth. Movie nights at the compound were every Thursday, you knew that, so you finally agreed to come to another one.

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So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe.

And I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are, hope it's nice where you are.

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After you showered off the filth of the floor, you got ready for a day with the lovely women. They'd apparently cleaned up your mess while you were showering, and Wanda even prepared you a hearty meal.

"Detka, alcohol seltzers are not a food group." She tuts, you grimace as she's clearly hinting at your understocked kitchen.

"They're fruit flavored..." You grumbled, and Natasha snorted, but quickly shushed herself at the witches glare.

"I planned to go shopping today..." You sheepishly add on, moaning loudly as you shoved some actual food into your mouth.

"No need sweets, we had groceries delivered." Natasha chimes, as she appears from your now overly stocked pantry.

"How else would I have been able to make you breakfast silly." Wanda teases, as she pushes a mug of coffee your way, and you smile gratefully in her direction.

—

"How are you?" Natasha asks, as she passes you a street dog and settles in besides you on the bench.

You stare out at the pond, genuinely pondering her question, and gently smiling as you decidedly reply.

"I'm doing good."

"Are you really?" Wanda skeptically questions, as she hands out the varying flavors of lemonade and occupies the other side of the bench.

"It still hurts somedays, but I'm doing better everyday, I went on a walk yesterday, even stopped by at the cafe ."

"That's good dorogoy, I'm really happy to hear that." Natasha mumbles over a bite of her dog, causing you to giggle at the ketchup on her nose and the crumbs spewing all over.

"That's really good Y/N/N, you do know you can talk to us right? All we want is for you to be happy." Wanda relays, as she firmly squeezes your hand, and Natasha mirrors her gesture.

"I know, and I want you both to know I appreciate all you've both done for me. Carol was your teammate, and friend first, but you guys still kept me around. You took care of me, even when you knew you didn't have to. I'm sure I'd still be a wreck without your unwavering support. So, thank you both from the bottom of my heart." You relay with a deep love behind your tone, and your lips move to place appreciative kisses to the both of their cheeks.

The women immediately blush at the intimate gesture, settling their trash in the can beside the bench, before settling into your side as you all watched the peaceful ripples in the water.

"There's no need to thank us sweet girl..." Natasha lazily hums from her space on your shoulder.

"You're rather important to us Y/N/N, Carol might be our teammate, but you're far more than that to us. We're just giving back to you what you'd always given to us over the years."

"I love you guys so much." You lightly sob, and the women move to hug you tightly, whispering back similar sentiments.

—

After regaining your composure, the lot of you had continued to roam around the city. Laughter—genuinely, filled the air as you attempted to throw an axe at the wooden plank on the wall. Whines of disappointment fell from your lips as it pathetically tumbled to the ground, and they only increased as Natasha's laughter heightened at the sight of your pout.

"Oh, sweetheart, you'll get it eventually..." She condescendingly coos, and you stomp your way to Wanda's awaiting embrace.

"I can always show you how to do it..." Natasha quips, jumping from her seat, and yanking you from her lovers arms.

"Hey, we were cuddling..." Wanda whines, and Natasha simply laughs at her.

Wanda then lifts the axe with her power, smiling wickedly as she raises it just high enough that Natasha can't reach it. You giggle at the clear stand off, and the way they're staring makes you feel like you're in the middle of an old western stand off.

"Okay, okay!!! I promise I'll cuddle you at movie night Wands." You finally cut through the tension, and Wanda accepts the offer, and lowers the axe into the assassin's hands.

—

As the three of you approached the compound you'd felt the happiest you felt in months. Something about the carefree nature of today's events helps you to realize that the breakup was the right call. No amount of love you carried for Carol was going to fix the glaringly obvious problems in the relationship.

"Thank you guys for today, I had so much fun." You beam, as you head for the compound doors.

"Stop thanking us like this was an obligatory hangout Y/N/N, we love every moment we get to spend with you." Wanda groans as she makes her way in behind you, and Natasha vehemently agrees with her.

You playfully shake your head before grabbing their hands and pulling them into the living room where the team was patiently waiting.

"Y/N!" Bucky shouts as he sees you first, running over to embrace you before you find that you're being passed around until you land in the assassins arms.

"Welcome back kotenok." She chuckles, bringing you over to the couches with her, and settling you onto Wanda's lap, with your feet in hers.

Everyone was so happy to have you visiting, all talking over each other as they tried to get the scoop on your life as of late. Concern underlying all of their questions, and you can see the relief washing over them as you genuinely smile, a stark difference to when they all last saw you.

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And I hope the sun shines

And it's a beautiful day

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"Hey guys, what's tonight's movie? I brought a guest with me, I hope you all don't mind."

Her voice hit your ears, as you faced the redheads with your back turned to the entrance and your heart pretty much stopped at the sound. Natasha's jaw clenched at the sight of her, and Wanda's heart sunk into her stomach as she took in your frozen state. Quickly you painted a smile upon your face, slightly nodding to the women before you that it was okay before you turned to face her.

Carol's eyes lit up with nostalgia as she took in your smiling face, and yours painted a falsehood of happiness as you stared back at her. Observing the hand wrapped loosely around her waist, and your eyes trailed up to see the genuine beauty to her right.

"Y/N, it's so good to see you, it's been so long. This is Valkyrie, my —." She enthusiastically greeted you, then began to introduce her, assumed, girlfriend.

Yeah, three months since you abruptly broke my heart, but sure, it's been awhile...

"Nice to meet you." You gleefully state, forcing out your hand in greeting, and she hesitantly accepts the shake.

"Well, it was lovely to see you guys, but I think it's about time I head home for the night."

"Y/N, it's getting late, stay in our room." Natasha tries to keep you here, cursing the blonde for arriving unannounced, but it's to no avail.

"Natty, I will be just fine." You reassure her with a gentle smile before turning back to the new couple, missing the way Carol's features briefly hardened at the interaction.

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And something reminds you

You wish you had stayed

You can plan for a change in weather and time, but I never planned on you changing your mind

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"It really was lovely to meet you, sorry I can't stay, but my cat gets rather anxious when I'm gone for too long and I've already been out all day with these two." You lightly laugh off your obviously rushed leaving, and turn to Carol.

Valkyrie sympathetically nods your way, and you just know she's reading the obvious tension in the room.

"Give Goose a pat for me please, I hope to see you again soon." Carol hopefully relays, and if you looked closely enough you'd have seen the subtle longing in her eyes, but you wouldn't dare to directly meet her gaze.

"I really am glad you're doing well, please do take care of yourself... Goodbye Carol." You genuinely reply, but the finality of your statement sends a shocking blow to her heart, but she knew better than to rebut.

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Just like our last kiss

Forever the name on my lips

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Instead, she gently pulled you in for a knowing hug, holding you slightly longer than one would deem appropriate, because if this was truly the last time she'd be able to hold you she wanted it to be memorable.

"You too Y/N..." She hums as she releases you, and you turn to wave goodbye once more before taking your leave.

Surprisingly, you walked out with your head held high, having garnered all the closure you could possibly need. Happiness had found her in space, and in seeing that it subsequently allowed you to open the door for yours to come through. Wanda and Natasha sighed happily at the sight of you holding firm in your goodbye. Clearly you were going to be just fine, and they'd see to it as they rushed to follow you out the front door.

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As I wrote, I decided to add a WandaNat fic in continuation of this one. so in total there will be 7 TSwizzle’s instead of the initial 6. 🤪🤪

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Never say “no” to your husband | Steve Rogers

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Dark!Mob!Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

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“Come on. Don’t be like that, honey.”

Steve groans and grasps your hand, stopping you from leaving the room while he turns you around. Your front crashes almost painfully against the hard wall in front of you. You hiss softly, and Steve pushes himself against you, holding you tight between the wall and his body. You can feel his tensing muscles against your back and the way his fingers dig into your skin.

“Stevie, pl-,” you whimper, but you get interrupted by his forward thrusting hips.

Steve's hand snaps to your face, covering your mouth before you can complain or beg even more. He knows that you would try to convince him to let go of you, but he won’t. He is desperate, and he wants you, your tight pussy. He owns his reward; he is the most popular mob boss, so he deserves to be treated like that. He thrusts his hips another time forward, his growing bulge pressing against your ass, and you whine against his hand.

“Told you to be good. Wanted to bury my dick inside of you earlier, but you made a scene. There were just a few of my men. You're a bad girl. You little slut, now I’m gonna fuck you,” he mumbles into your ear before he kisses down your neck.

Steve’s hand, which isn’t covering your mouth, removes your pants, freeing his cock. He moans loudly when he runs his thumb over the tip of his hard cock, smearing the pre-cum all over his dick, and gives himself a few strokes. Your husband loves to have you like that, begging for him to stop, maybe for his cock - depends on his mood. But now he just wants to fuck the attitude out of you, the way you said “no” to him when he told you to warm his dick. You didn’t want to, since he had a meeting with his men. Steve didn’t like to hear a no when it came to things he asked for. Not to mention that he always gets what he wants, as does his sweet little wife, who has to give him whatever he wants.

Steve’s hand lets go of his dick, sliding around your body until he reaches your pussy, moving them through your already wet folds. Steve chuckles, knowing your body exactly and how to touch you to make you drip like that. He rubs your clit, adding more pressure while he listens to the soft, muffled moans that leave your lips.

“Like that, don’t you? Such a pretty little slut for me.”

Before you can protest in any way, he shoves his dick inside of you. Your walls are stretching painfully, but your arousal makes it easy for him to slide balls deep inside of your tight pussy. Steve can’t get enough of it. Can’t get enough of you and your pretty little pussy.

“Don’t try to wiggle out of my grip. We both know you love that, love being fucked like that by your husband,” he groans, starting to thurst in a brutal pace inside of you.

His hand covers your mouth, your screams and moans muffled by it, while his dick stretches you like no one else could. And as much as you hate to admit it, he is able to fuck you whenever and wherever you want.

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 months

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"Slut!"

Pairing - Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader Summary - It was perfect. Lovelorn and nobody knows. Love thorns all over this rose. You almost forgot just how hard the fall back to reality is. But if they call you a slut, it might be worth it for once.

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"She goes through guys like a train-"

You immediately change the channel. The next one isn't better. You don't know why you thought it would be.

"The Stark last name and the long list of ex-lovers, that's her claim to fame. I mean, let's be honest here, she's a slu-" The tabloid reporter is abruptly cut off as the screen before you goes dark.

You look up to find Steve with the remote in his hand. He glares at the screen like the reporter was still talking, "You shouldn't be watching that."

"I'm used to it."

"You shouldn't be. It's despicable. They were - the things they're calling you-"

"A slut," you finish for him.

His eyes dart to you, that furrow between his eyebrows getting deeper and deeper with every word spoken, "It's not true. This isn't journalism, it's slander."

You weren't sure how this happened. Sure, it was only a matter of time before they found you out. This wasn't the first time. Not the second or the third either. If the press was to be believed, you were love sick. Love struck with a new man every week.

It wasn't the first time someone called you a slut. It certainly wouldn't be the last.

You stopped living your life in fear of what people would say a long time ago. Being this young was an art. And up until now, you thought you mastered it.

It was simple. You even had your rules. You followed them and no one got hurt - or at the very least, it minimized the damage.

They were going to stare at you. Strangers. Press. The flashing cameras. It came with being a Stark. If they're going to look, you gave them something to look at. You didn't so much as step out on the street with a single hair out of place. You were flawless. Always.

You were nineteen, and on the heels of a breakup with your second ever boyfriend, the first time someone spit that word at you - "slut!" It hurt, but it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. It almost made you laugh. You realized that they didn't really care about your love life or about the trail of broken hearts you were supposedly leaving behind. They wanted a spectacle. They wanted a show. If you're going to be drunk, might as well be drunk in love.

It was easier after that. You knew the truth. The people around you knew the truth. You let everyone else believe what they wanted. You did what you wanted. You lived your life without worrying about being called a slut. They were going to call you one anyway. And if they call you a slut, you might as well make it worth it.

You gave just enough to keep them satisfied. Never anything too real. Never too much. Just enough that they wouldn't dare peak behind closed doors. Just enough to be able to live your life.

There were was a cost, of course. No one took you seriously. You dealt with the vague humiliation of the rumors constantly swirling about your hips and thighs and whispered sighs.

And though you inherited the Stark genius, no one cared about what you thought, what you had to say.

In that, the reporter was right, your love life was far more interesting than your thoughts on quantum mechanics or the military industrial complex. That was what you were known for.

For the most part, you were okay with it. You were willing to pay it all.

That was until you fell in love with Steve Rogers. Suddenly, you weren't willing to give them crumbs. You weren't willing to expose a love that felt this delicate.

You sit on the couch, huddled in your sweatpants, pensively staring at the blank screen.

This time, it was different. This wasn't a show, not a spectacle. It was real, an exposed nerve that the world decided was fair game. You were fair game and it was open season.

Steve settles beside you, draping an arm around your midsection. He kisses your temple, "Tony thinks it's probably best that you lay low for a while."

"Yes, well, my brother is the expert on PR damage control."

It wasn't the same though. You both knew it. Tony had done far worse with far more women. Yet, he would never pay the price you were paying in this very moment.

Steve's arms tighten around you like he's shielding you from the storm, "It's not right. It's not fair that you're being forced to sequester yourself. You're being punished but what exactly was your crime?"

"I fell in love with Steve Rogers, that was my crime." You fell for the man everyone wanted, the man who was in the wrong place at the right time.

"I'm sorry," he whispers against the crown of your head.

"For what?"

"You warned me this would happen."

It was true. You told him exactly what would happen, but even you didn't anticipate exactly how bad things would get.

You'd been with Steve for just under a year. And up until a week ago, only a select few knew. You both agreed to keep it a secret from the public. You felt protective over the love you shared, it was more real than anything else you'd ever had. You wanted to keep it to yourself, out of the hands of people that would tear you both to shreds without a second thought.

Steve felt the same. Though he was more worried about the enemies he made over the years.

It made sense to protect the relationship, to protect yourselves until you were both ready. You wanted to protect him from what you knew was lurking around the corner. Steve was still so new to the 21st century. Dating in the public eye wasn't easy. Dating a Stark wasn't easy. For almost an entire year, you used every publicity trick in the book - and it worked.

But then, you heard it, the whispers, rumors bubbled about your newest future ex-lover.

You only agreed to going public because everyone told you it was time, because they promised that the timing couldn't have worked out better than this. It was better to do this on your own terms than have it leaked.

No one knew how bad it would get.

"Are you sure? There's no going back after this," you whisper, standing in the hallway of your apartment. You could practically hear the cameras flashing outside your apartment. You'd never been this nervous to leave your apartment before. You'd been through the plan a million times. You'd be exposed to the cameras for a matter of seconds. Happy was already waiting with the door to your SUV open, ready for you to jump in. You'd walk outside holding Steve's hand - a sort of silent announcement to the world. "It won't be easy."

"I don't care," Steve promises, kissing the palm of your hand. "I'm tired of hiding. I'm proud to call you mine."

You tenderly stroke his cheek, "And if it blows up in your pretty face?"

He smiles down at you, "You're worth it."

"We'll pay the price, I guess." But deep down, you know. You'll pay the price, he won't.

The cameras had never been that loud before. Even though your announcement went off without a hitch, even though your publicist couldn't have been more pleased, not even they could have predicted how bad things would get.

It seemed like the whole world was calling you that four letter word.

At first, it was mostly online. People were mean, you knew that. You were prepared for nasty comments. Steve's most staunch supporters thought he could do better. People rejoiced in the spectacle your love life turned into. You were a laughing stock all over again. All that you were prepared for. Then some rabid fans leaked your phone number.

You decided that it would be a good time to disconnect anyway.

But it didn't end there. Not even close.

The day after you were expected to make an appearance for a charity you founded. It was just a quick 2 minute speech. And though the event had been throughly vetted, you'd never forget the way your blood ran cold when mid-sentence someone screamed that four letter word over and over again until security dragged them out. You continued until your speech was done, but there was no hiding the way your hands trembled.

From what you heard, the video was still making its rounds online.

You were expected to make an appearance two days after that. An event honoring your father. An event you poured your blood, sweat, and tears into to make sure it was impeccable, an event worthy of honoring your father. The same event you were practically uninvited from.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's just me. I come in peace," Tony jokes.

"I'm glad," you sigh. "I was worried I was going to have to get another number."

Tony sighs into the phone, "How are you holding up?"

"I've been better."

"I'm afraid I don't come bearing good news."

"What now, Tony?"

"That event you had Friday night, the one for dad?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose. You already knew were this was going. "What about it?"

"They want me to take over for you."

You bitterly scoff, "This week just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?"

"You say the word and I'll tell them to fuck off."

"No, don't do that. It's for dad."

"You planned this whole thing single-handedly. You deserve to be the one up there." You don't say a word. He's right, you both know it. It doesn't change the situation you've been put in. "You are still going, right? Come on, you have to go."

"They broke into my house, Tony."

"What? Are you okay?"

"Happy just told me," you explain, sparing Tony the most gory details. "The one in L.A. Apparently, it is now covered in spray paint. You wanna guess what they wrote?"

"Where was your security?" Tony demands.

"Here. Trying to keep people off my sidewalk."

"I'm so sorry."

"I just - I don't think it's a good idea. At least until I get more security."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad you've got Steve there. At least I know he'll keep you safe."

You almost smile. Tony was never his biggest fan, but you mostly credit that to him being an overprotective big brother. And the situation you'd found yourself in did nothing to win Tony's over good graces, "It's not his fault, Tony."

"It kinda is, but I digress. Listen, we'll figure this out, alright? I'll go streak in front of the Tower if that'll take some heat off of you."

And though you effectively doubled your security in the last two days, nothing would change anyone's mind about you. You were the villain tainting their hero.

You broke down after that call, violently sobbing against Steve's shoulder. He just pulled you in even tighter.

It reminds you of why you're doing all this. So you can be together, out in the open. That in a world of boys, he's a gentleman.

You squeeze his hand, "You're worth it."

"I'm not worth having your reputation torn to shreds."

And maybe they're right about you. Maybe you do get love struck. Maybe his eyes are like the world's strongest liquor, and it went straight to your head. Maybe you do get love sick. Sure, your life has momentarily fallen apart. It's magic, madness, heaven, and sin, all rolled into one. But if they're going to call you a slut, it might be worth it for once. "But what if all I need is you?"

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buckyalpine · 10 months

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Spicy Snacks

Bucky x reader, Steve

Warnings: 2 high super soldiers who get into your stash of spicy snacks, fluffff

“Dear god”

You weren’t sure what it was you were going to walk into when you heard a ruckus in the kitchen but it was everything but this. Literally anything. The last time you’d seen such a mess was when Peter thought it’d be a good idea to babysit Morgan alone. Even that was salvageable. You should’ve known how bad it would be, given the trail of crumbs you followed from your drawer to the kitchen, but still.

This was something else...

There were snacks strewn about left, right and center. Bags of chips and candy littering every inch of the counter tops.

But what truly topped it all were the two massive super soldiers sitting cross cross apple sauce on top of the kitchen island, giggling like school children with their hands, literally in the cookie jar.

“Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar” Steve sang to himself while stuffing a chocolate chip one into his mouth, practically swallowing it whole.

“Steve stole the cookie from the cookie jar” Bucky snickered, taking the jar for himself and scarfing them down two at a time.

“Who me?”

“Yes you!”

“Not me!”

“Then who?”

“What are you two idiots doing” Your voice broke them away from their nursery rhyme, staring at your boyfriend first before turning to his bestfriend, the both of them trying to hide the jar behind their backs.

“Nothing’ y/n” Steve gave you a dopey grin, his baby blue eyes glazed like donuts, snickering at his bestfriend attempting to stab an apple juice box with the straw.

“S’too hard!!” Bucky whined, sticking his tongue out in concentration, eyes wide, trying to get his straw in to no avail, looking back up to you for help. He gave you his most innocent puppy pout hoping you’d help him, sticking his hands out for you to take his juice.

“Bucky get down” You huffed, trying to hide your smile when he clambered down like an admonished child with his head hung. You rolled your eyes, pushing the straw and giving it back to him, shaking your head at the grin he gave you, whispering a shy thank you.

“Ooooooo you like herrrrrr” Steve howled, now kicking his feet, letting them hang off the counter while Bucky blushed, peeking at you through his lashes. “BUCKY HAS A CRUSH”

“Nooooo” He drawled out, taking a long sip from his juice box.

“We’ve been dating for 2 years you dork” You watched his cheeks redden more, which only made him more adorable but you weren’t sure how much more nonsense was going to ensue when the both of them were higher than kites.

“She’s my girlfriend” Bucky giggled at the last word, now struggling with a new box while Steve’s eyes lit up, a classic God awful captain America plan had bean to manifest itself. He slipped off the counter, the effects of the gummies and whatever else he’d swallowed had knocked his agility off its rockers; he moved with the grace of a donkey.

“Where are you going” you stopped him before he could sneak off, your boyfriend looking equally guilty.

“Noooowhere” Steve shrugged but you gave him a pointed look while Bucky flailed his hands, hoping to silently communicate they were not about to do something idiotic.

“Sit down. Finish your snacks and then you both need to go take a nap” You felt like you were talking to toddlers, not bothering to add they had to clean their mess because you were sure that would only end in more chaos.

“But we were gonna go flying with Sam’s wings!”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this” You muttered to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose before speaking again, “No. You can’t just go take Sam’s wings and go flying. Now finish your juice boxes and go to bed”

“NOOOO” Steve jumped onto Bucky, wrapping his long legs around his waist, holding onto him like a massive koala, giving you his best puppy eyes, matching his equally ridiculous best friend. “WE DON’T WANNA GO TO BED”

“Boys....”

“Please???” Bucky pouted effortlessly holding the captain up while your face scrunched up, mentally face palming yourself.

“No. No, you cannot go flying! You’ll end up hurting yourself or breaking the wings or- for fucks sake what are you doing?!” You gawked; Steve and Bucky had stopped listening many moons ago. They were back to rummaging for food, a stray sour patch kid falling to the floor.

“5 second rule” Bucky shrugged, bending over to pick it up, not seeing the smirk that crossed his bestfriends face.

“Chubby dumpling” Steve whispered, giving Bucky’s ass a poke, making him yelp. Bucky stared at him like a deer in headlights while Steve cackled to himself, tossing back another packet of nerds into his mouth. You were to engrossed at the scene in front of you to notice Tony walk in, his face equally perplexed at yours.

“What it God’s name” Tony stared at the chaos that was taking place with you in the middle, “Do I even want to ask?”

“They got into my stash of....snacks...” You smirked while Tony cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate.

“Snacks, y/n? Really?”

“...Spicy snacks”

“Who would’ve thought this would be their downfall” He mused beside you “Oh-I think clothes are coming off-oh fuck” Tony ducked while Steve's shirt flew above his head, eyes growing wide when a pair of jeans followed.

“It’s so hot!!” Steve huffed, star fishing on the cool tile floor, arms and legs splayed out to the sides. “Soooo hottttt, n’I’m sleepy now” He yawned, stretching out like a cat before closing his eyes, a sugar crash sneaking up on them.

“Okay, someone call for this ones bromantic partner to figure this out” Tony covered his eyes while calling for Sam, hoping to get Steve into some clothes before hauling him back to his room. “Y/n, I’m assuming you got terminator covered?”

“Yeah, I- Oh no” you were met with your boyfriends Henley, followed by his joggers, landing on your head, squealing when you found yourself hanging off his shoulder seconds later.

“Buck, where are we going?!” He mumbled something while making his way to the elevator in just his boxer briefs.

“S’nap time” he mumbled sleepily, trudging with you to the bedroom and plopping down on top of you, using your chest as a pillow. “wan cuddles”

“Mhm, then you get cuddles, baby boy” you giggled, carding your fingers through his hair, unable to stop smiling from how ridiculously adorable he was. He let out a content sigh, softly snoring moments later. You bit you lip to keep your laughs down, hearing the commotion outside your room in the hallway.

“Steve, you need to put on pants”

“Pants are for the WEAK”

“No-Steve NO!-don’t take off your-for fucks sake”

“THIS IS AMERICAS ASS”

“That’s America’s cock and balls”

“Please, for the love of God, go to your room”

“I’M GOING TO MAKE A TIKTOK”

“Steve no”

“Steve yes”

“STEVE”

“What’s the live feature”

*Sounds of Steve shrieking and then a thump with continued muffled pouting*

“You’re never eating spicy anything again”

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upat4amwiththemoon · 2 years

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A+

Summary: Sickness can’t get in the way of a perfect score.

Pairing: Carol Danvers x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 872

a/n: Academic rivals from Trope challenge :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

Y/N coughs for the umpteenth time, covering her mouth with her elbow. “I’m sorry.” Carol puts down her pen, turning to Y/N. “Could you stop coughing? It’s disturbing my peace.”

“Sorry.” Her voice is scratchy, so she clears her throat before going back to her computer. Carol sighs, shaking her head as she picks up her pencil again and starts writing the needed information.

Carol Danvers and Y/N Y/L/N are the two top students of their class, which in their minds, makes them rivals. Always fighting for the best grades and most schoolwork done. And they were put together to do a project. That’s why they’re in the library together.

Doing the project was going relatively well, until Y/N started feeling really sick. First the coughing and sneezing started, then itchy nose, getting insanely warm and cold shivers running through her spine. However, she couldn’t stop, this is important, especially since she was doing it with Danvers. She can’t let her take all the glory.

A big shiver goes through Y/N’s body, making her move a lot. It makes Carol glance at her, but she ignores it. When she starts coughing rather loudly, Carol fully turns to look at her. “Is everything okay?” Her voice is annoyed, but there’s a hint of worry there.

Y/N continues coughing for a while, hurting her throat. “Mhm. Sorry again.” She whispers. Her breathing is ragged and her eyes are burning as she tries to concentrate on the computer.

Carol frowns, staring at her face. Her face isn’t as glowing as usual and her eyes are red. Her lips are chapped and her cheeks are hollow.

Sniffling again, Y/N rubs her eyes, which somehow makes the burning even worse. “Okay.” Carol mumbles, packing all their things to her bag. She sets the back of her hand to Y/N’s forehead. “My gosh, you’re burning.”

She stands up and packs Y/N computer to her bag. Carol helps sluggish Y/N up from her seat and holds her steady while they walk to the parking spot and into Carol’s car.

“What’s your address?”

“I’m okay.” Y/N mumbles, starting to cough again.

Carol rubs Y/N’s back. “You’re sick and you need to get better. Let me help you. So, you know, we can finish the project later.”

“Okay.” Y/N tells her address and Carol starts driving towards it. It’s in the complete opposite direction compared to her home, but it doesn’t matter. Y/N is sick and she need to get better. So they get a good score.

After driving in silence for 15 minutes, Carol park to an apartment complex’ parking spot. “Are your parents home?” She asks as they start walking inside, her hand supporting Y/N once again.

“I live alone.” Y/N fishes for her keys from her bag, opening the door after a bit of struggle.

Carol hums and closes the door after they step inside the small apartment. “That’s no good.” She mumbles.

Y/N pays little mind to Carol rummaging through different closets and drawers, she just slumps down to the couch and closes her eyes, the immense exhaustion finally kicking in.

“Hey,” Carol pulls Y/N up, “I need you to stay awake for a while, change your clothes and eat something.” She drops some comfier looking clothes next to her. “Put these on while I cook.”

“You don’t need to do this, Carol.”

“I know.” She looks through the fridge and cupboards, scouring for something good. “You really need to go to the store later.” Picking some easy ingredients, Carol starts making food, at times glancing at Y/N to see that everything is still okay.

She smiles lightly as she looks around the apartment. On the most parts it’s quite empty and minimalistic, but the bookshelves are full of different books and trinkets. Carol likes it. She thinks it’s cute, like Y/N.

“Wake up.” Carol nudges Y/N’s shoulder, waking her up from her shallow slumber. She gives Y/N a plate of food and sits down next to her to eat as well. “Think you can keep it down?”

“I think so.” Y/N mumbles, slowly taking bites of the food. “Thank you.

“No problem, you need to get better so we can finish our project, because I’m blaming you if we get a bad grade.”

Y/N nods with a small laugh. “Noted.”

They eat the rest of the food in silence. It only breaks when Carol occasionally asks if Y/N is feeling better or worse.

Picking up the almost empty plates, Carol brings them to the kitchen before going back to Y/N’s side. “Do you want to sleep now?”

“Yeah.”

“Bed or couch?”

“Couch is good.”

“Okay.” As Y/N lays down to the couch, Carol brings her a blanket and puts it over her. “I’ll stay here until you wake up, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Sleep well.”

Y/N closes her eyes and falls asleep almost instantly. Carol smiles, gently caressing her cheek. She sits down in front of the couch, on the floor, and puts on the television, watching it quietly as she waits for Y/N to wake up.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months

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I still got a few rounds left in me

kinktober, day thirteen

a/n: ...i have such a thing for fighters, it's bad....

warnings: boxer!steve rogers x reader, smut, established relationship, domestic bliss, kissing, foreplay, bathtub sex

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You felt like a little marshmallow floating atop a warm mug of hot chocolate as you laid there in the tub, staring out at the dark skyline. The melody of soft rain drizzling against the window lulled you even further as your hand lazily played with the bubbles foaming at the surface.

“Hey,” you suddenly heard, spinning your head around to spot your burly boyfriend gazing at your relaxed visage from the doorway, raindrop-painted gym clothes still hugging his form.

“Steve,” you gasped, spine straightening, “you’re home! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, well, I thought you would be asleep already, so I tried to be quiet.”

“In a bit, I just wanted to wash the day away first, you know?” you sighed, “fall back down to earth before I try and fall asleep…” Offering you a gentle nod, he then stepped further into the bathroom, a soft smile still fast on his lips as he began to peel his clothes off. You couldn’t help but giggly ask, “what are you doing?” as the fighter slowly revealed more and more of his rippling physique, his eyes staying locked with yours the entire time.

“Well, I was gonna take a shower,” his shorts hit the floor mere seconds before he planted his palms on either side of the tub, “but you’re making that bath look so good.”

As he lowered himself in, your giggle morphed into a laugh as the bubbles began to make a run for it, “you’re gonna flood the entire bathroom!”

“Then it’s a good thing we have something called towels,” fully submerged, he simply leaned in to kiss you.

Arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, the current scooped you a bit closer, your legs intuitively entangling up and over his thick thighs. As your hands drifted over his skin, your fingers paused and took time to dig into a few of the muscles on his upper back. Parting from the tender peck, you deepened your massage momentarily as you asked, “are you sore?”

With his own arms tangled around you, he murmured, “not really, I didn’t really go too hard today,” before he lifted you further up onto his lap, his broad palm firm on your back so that your chest pressed flush against his, making your soapy tits share their suds.

It took you approximately two seconds before you noticed the raging hard-on, poking you under the water, “oh my god…” you chuckled, tilting your chin back as you gazed at his smirk, “what are you trying to do, huh, champ?”

His hands slowly raked down your back before they found the curve of your ass, squeezing it in a way that shot directly to your aching clit, “like I said, I didn’t go too hard today, so I still got a few rounds left in me…”

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buckybabieboy · 2 years

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So I've read several smut fics about Bucky's first time after 70+ years but never a combination of these:

- touch starved Bucky, him begging the reader to touch him where he needs it the most

- him being iper sensitive, just a simple touch makes him whimper

- cumming a lot, reader can't even manage to suck him or stroke him properly

- still being hard after cumming several times

- he's just a moaning mess who needs attention, his metal hand isn't enough anymore

- his thrusts getting harder and deeper while he loses himself in the feeling, not even able to form a sentence

...could you please write something like this? If the f!reader and Bucky are friends, friends with benefits, in a relationship, how it starts, how it ends... it's up to you.

Wow. Here goes nothin’ BAHAHA.

Starved.

⚠️TW: NSFW, sub!touch-starved!bucky, dom!fem!reader, blowjob(m!receiving,) p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight overstimulation, cockwarming, Bucky being a touch starved and needy little thing, much more lol just read it

☁️Summary: You make Bucky cum for the first time(s) in over 70+ years. Your touch starved little baby.

📝A/N: Thx for this request babie. I tried my very hardest to include everything in here! P.S: I’ve been a very busy person lately, which meant no time for writing. I’m so very sorry! You guys sending in requests really motivates me though. <3 I even used some of your exact words if you look closely, anon ;)

You and Bucky had a relationship that was indescribable. He was honest and open around you, which was something that nobody else could ever say. Wherever you were, so was he, and you didn’t have a problem with that.

During the time you’ve spent getting to know Bucky, you’ve come to 2 conclusions; James Buchanan Barnes was a broken and damaged man, but that will never mean he’s any less worthy of love. You also noticed a certain desperation in him. The slightest touch would make him go rigid.

You can recall multiple occasions where you’d grab his hand, kiss his head, or simply pull him in for a hug and he’d be all flustered and glossy-eyed. He’d beg you to do those things again. To touch him literally anywhere. It didn’t matter where because to him, any sensation was a good sensation, just as long as it came from you.

Which led you to your second conclusion; Bucky was longing for touch. He was a touch starved, delicate, little thing that just needed to be taken care of. And you had no problem being the one to fulfill his needs.

As of right now, Bucky has made himself comfortable in your arms, eyelids shut and mouth agape as he indulges in your soft, delicate touch. He’s on your lap and facing you, so you notice even the slightest twitches of his beautifully flushed face. Your fingertips slowly scratch at his scalp, and you feel him fall limp in your arms, as if he’d given himself up to you.

“l- I love that, y/n. please don’t stop...” Bucky mumbles.

“when you touch me.. f-feels like m’ floating...” Bucky continues to babble and whimper from your simple movements. He’s literally shaking in your lap, which makes your mind wander into filthy places. You’re still awed about how the simplest touches from you make him go mad.

“yeah? feels good?” You ask quietly in response, and he nods his head yes. You feel subtle, but noticeable movements against the skin of your right thigh. His metal fingers were lightly tapping your thigh, as if he needed something to hold on to, to ground him here on earth so that his now ‘normal’ headspace wouldn’t become a fuzzy and floaty one.

“my sweet boy..” you whisper to him, brushing his hair away from his face and behind his ear. He gives you a weary and desperate look in response, and you give him a soft kiss on the nose as an attempt to calm him down. You began to feel something on your thigh again, but it wasn’t his metal fingers. You look down and see Bucky grinding against your thigh, whimpering and hyperventilating while doing so.

“f-fuck, I c-can’t! need more…” Bucky whimpers, hot tears falling from his baby blue eyes. He was so frustrated that he could never do it for himself, it was humiliating for him. You know he’s tried to cum by himself, but his metal hand just wasn’t enough. Poor little baby just couldn’t get himself there, and he needed you to do it. You wipe his tears with your thumb and begin to shush him. He was stiff in his pants, and the fact that he was wearing his comfy gray sweats didn’t make it any less obvious.

“shh… you’re okay James. What is it that you need, hm?”

Your voice was soft and delicate to his ears, which was something that Bucky appreciated. He was feeling so many things right now, it was all so overstimulating for him, but you’re sweet, sultry voice reminded him that he was okay.

“please do something. anything! it hurts, y/n… make it stop, please…”He whimpered, avoiding your eyes. His cock was leaked and stained his sweats.

His whimpers have gotten even more high pitched as he’s become more desperate for you. You palm him through his sweats which makes him jolt in your lap, practically screaming at the sensation. You haven’t even touched him yet and he’s already so spent.

“get up, baby. gonna take care of you now.” You whisper to him. He gets off of you and sits on the edge of your shared bed as you get down on your knees in front of him. You take off his shirt and undo the drawstring to his sweats, taking them off along with his boxers. You stare at his body in awe. He was so beautiful, so ethereal. All his scars and bruises were so perfect in your eyes. Even that metal arm of his, the one that he would be insecure about from time to time. Your eyes trail down to his aching cock, loads of precum having spilled out from before.

You get up to kiss him on his adorably pink lips before coming back down to leave a trail of kisses down both his trembling thighs.

“y/n, please! Please touch my cock, I need you there!” Bucky yelps at the feeling of your soft, plush lips kissing his legs. He’s so sensitive and whiny, just needing you to touch him where he needs it most. You hum in response and move up to his twitching cock. You plant a kiss on his tip, causing him to let out a gasp and buck his hips up towards you. You notice how stimulated and sensitive his cock is, which wasn’t very surprising. His cock must be aching from being hard and not releasing for so long.

“you’re so hard, sweet boy...let me know if it’s too much, okay?” You say before taking his red tip into your mouth, sucking on it softly. You make sure to make your movements slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm him. The moment your soft, moist lips wrap around him, you hear him stifle a pathetic whimper. When you’re halfway down his shaft, you begin play with his balls with one of your hands.

“keep goin… please don’t stop!” Bucky cries, both his hands gripping the sheets. You finally take his whole cock in your wet mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you go. Bucky had no idea such ecstasy existed; the feeling of your wet tounge on his sensitive cock was almost driving him mad. You could feel his poor cock pulsating in your mouth, which motivated you to continue your movements. You reach down into your shorts and rub yourself through your soaked panties. You didn’t even notice how wet Bucky’s pathetic sobs and whimpers made you.

“f-fuck, y/n that's so good! feels so, so good! gonna make me c-cum!” Bucky continues to babble and cry, the poor little baby couldn’t even manage to speak one complete sentence. He was literally finding it hard to breathe because of the way you were making him feel. This would be the first time in over 70 years since he’s last had an orgasm, so he could feel every little thing. Every flick of your tounge, the vibrations of your moans, the way your fingers fondled with his balls.

Bucky’s chest rises and falls as he pants heavily, shaking and trembling as he cums in your mouth, his cum painting the back of your throat. He didn’t even notice how much he was cumming until he felt the cold air hit his sensitive cock after you let it out of your mouth. Replacing your mouth with your hand, you start to pump him. Loads of cum continue to spurt out of his cock in long white strings, coating your hand and his spasming thighs.

“y/n...can’t stop..” Bucky whimpers wearily as he thrusts his hips rapidly into your fist.

“awh, can’t stop cumming, sweet boy?” you coo at him, continuing to pump his spasming cock, milking him for all he’s got. His cock and your hand were now painted white with his cum. Once you’ve pumped out the last of his creamy warm liquid, you sit next to him on the bed so you could check on him. He immediately falls into your arms, whimpering and babbling like a little baby.

“need more..wan-wanna be inside you...please? please let me be inside you, i need it!” Bucky cried. Your sweet baby boy was sobbing, visibly frustrated because he still wasn’t satisfied, and you didn’t expect him to be after only one orgasm.

“shh, of course you can, baby. you can have anything you want.” you assure him, understanding how overwhelming this all must be for him. You take his hands in yours and kiss them, and an adorably pathetic whine escapes from him.

His precious eyes glistened, tears falling from them. He was so desperate for you; he’d probably take anything you gave him at this point. You take off your clothes before scooting back on the bed, laying down and spreading your legs for him. You smile at how Bucky just stares at you, eyes wide at the sight of your wet, glistening pussy.

“you can touch me, y’know” Bucky's precious turquoise eyes narrow at your words, as if he wasn't certain this was real, as if none of this was, and he was merely dreaming of this euphoria he was experiencing right now. Before you knew it, he’s scrambling to get above you as he thanks you over and over again.

His flesh fingers glide over your silky skin, traveling from your cheek, down to your neck, before hesitating over your boobs. His cheeks have become flushed, and you giggle softly at how adorable he is. You take his hand in yours and place them on your tender breast, and you watch at how his once flustered and shy expression became a hungry and erotic one. You give him a soft kiss on his plush lips before gently grabbing his aching cock and aligning it with your entrance.

“m’ ready whenever you are, baby” you coo. Bucky nods his head in response, and slowly enters you. He gasps at the sensation and remains motionless inside of you for some time as he tries to get used to the intense and overwhelming sensation of your warmth.

“too much f’you?” You ask him, more than willing to call it quits if he wanted to. Your main focus was to keep him comfortable. You only receive a breathy “nuh uh” in response, and before you knew it, Bucky was pounding into you relentlessly. “Bucky!” You moan blissfully, throwing your head back against your pillow, and wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.

“f-fuck y/n, s-so warm! feels so good!” Bucky slurs as he continues to jackhammer into you, the feeling of your wet pussy tightening around his cock sending him into overdrive. He buries his head into your neck, whimpering and whining for you.

You bring your hands to his hair, tangling your fingers in his soft brown locks, which is something that Bucky couldn’t get enough of. You were practically screaming at the way he thrusted in and out of you rapidly. Each time he’d thrust back into you, he’d hit that spot inside you that sends you right over the edge.

“Bucky, you’re doing so well, making me feel so good!” you praise him. He rutted into you even harder at your praise. The sounds you were both making were those of a pornographic film, one you would definitely watch.

Bucky was a pathetic, babbling mess for you, tears streaming down his face from how good you feel.

“m-my cock... s-so deep inside you...!” Your sweet boy was so pussy drunk; he couldn’t form a complete sentence. His thrusts only got harder and deeper as he loses himself in your feeling. He sobbed, the thought of filling you with every last drop of his cum making his balls tighten.

“fuckfuckfuck, so close! can I please cum in you? can i? want to cum in you, y/n! I need it!” Bucky pleaded as he continued railing into you balls deep like a savage animal.

“Go on, sweet baby. cum in me, fill me up.” You say between heavy pants. Your back arches, your hips meeting his as you chase your own orgasm. Bucky’s mind went blank as he released his load into you, his cock pulsating extremely fast in your pussy, which in turn makes you cum right after him. He never stopped his thrusts into your now sensitive and fucked out pussy.

“James, too much okay? m’ sensitive..’’ you mumble shakily, trying to recover from that intense orgasm you just had.

“please, y/n.. one more, just feels so good..”

You nod your head, giving him permission to cum a second time. You tried to pay no mind to how overstimulated you are as Bucky begins to fuck you into the bed, chasing his orgasm for the third time today. He gripped your hips and angled you so he could get deeper inside you.

You scrunch your face in discomfort at the almost unbearable sensations you were feeling, but the pain quickly subsided into an undeniable pleasure. Your legs begin to tremble around Bucky’s waist, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper.

Bucky leaned down to bury his face in your neck again, and you felt hot tears fall onto your skin. He wanted to scream out-- his third orgasm was only seconds away, but he couldn’t manage any words. Only broken and pathetic whimpers came from him, as he railed in and out of you, over and over again, neither of you caring how overstimulated you were. An intense shiver runs down your spine and through your body. You almost couldn’t take it anymore, the feeling of his swollen cock hitting your g-spot making you lose all control,

“fuck Bucky, gonna make me cum again!” You wail. You can feel that he’s close too, his cock twitching madly inside your velvety walls. Bucky lets out the most broken and pathetic cry as he bites your shoulder, making you wince slightly.

“y/n..feels so good, feels so fucking good..” Bucky cries softly in between thrusts. “f-fuck! m’ gonna cum inside you again!”

“go ahead, baby. m’ right behind you..” You whisper as you stare at his beautifully fucked out face, nearing your orgasm as well. His thrusts become sloppier and more desperate as he cries out for you.

You watch Bucky’s eyes roll back as his warm cum fills you up. You follow after him, pussy fluttering around his pulsating shaft. Your liquid drips out your pussy and onto the bed. He thrusts in you balls deep a few more times before falling limp on top of you, cock still buried inside you.

You and Bucky were both too exhausted to move as you lay there panting heavily. Your fingers massage his sweaty scalp, and his breathing begins to even out slowly.

“that was so.. you made me feel so-” Bucky tries to speak, but only manages to make a few words come out. You kiss his head softly, and he sighs contently as you continue to play with his hair.

“you did so well, Jamie...” You praise him before looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside you.

“come on, Buck. It’s getting late. let’s clean up, okay?”

Bucky shakes his head no at your words as he buries his face deeper into your neck.

“don’t wanna pull out just yet. you feel so warm..” Bucky mumbles, pulling the covers over the both of you. He was already exhausted from cumming all those times today, and the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair ever so softly made him even more sleepy. Just this once you would make the exception of sleeping on sheets this dirty. If it were anyone else you would have refused immediately.

“okay love, we’ll stay here for a while then.” you coo at him, shifting slightly and relaxing in the position you were in. Bucky lets out the cutest little yawn, and a few moments after, begins to softly snore. You stay there, watching your little baby looking the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him.

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I Need You To Listen - Steve Rogers

Summary: For @the-slumberparty 's Week 3 Something New Challenge, I went with the medium mode - sex pollen but with exes to lovers. This took alot of work I ended up rewriting it entirely, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 7.4k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, angst, smut, fluff, sex pollen, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, love bites, steve rogers dirty talking (this man), swearing, nipple play, past is in italics, sort of a post civil war rewrite so we're going completely off canon

Main Masterlist || AO3

Fate works in the most hilarious of ways, a stubbed toe over here and a broken heart still being nursed over there.

Tony Stark stands in front of your cell, staring at you through the glass. You don’t hold back your tears from him. Disappointment colours his features.

Broken pieces of trust lay scattered on the floor. The damage by him was done. Leaving you to bear the brunt. Leaving you to walk on the jagged edges of the broken family.

A family that shared jokes, laughed, drank and protected each other.

Won together.

Lost together.

In the past few days died together.

“How are you holding up?” His arc reactor gleams as he takes a seat on the stool. Unzipping the jacket he wears his arm in a sling. You close your eyes, more tears fall at the memory of the fight. An involuntary shiver as the chiling bite of the cold manifests itself from your memory.

The cell isn’t uncomfortable. There is a cot in the corner, the bathroom has a door. The sterile scent of the cleaning agent stopped giving you a headache hours ago.

“Why are you asking me?” You look at him, he should be mad, he should yell, call you a traitor.

“Contrary to what you all think and did to me, I trust you.” He shrugs, left eye twitching, he rolls his shoulder.

“How is the arm?” Your gaze falls to it.

“Seen better days. You know, heart troubles.” He looks at Wanda’s cell, “Kid, Vis is asking about you.”

She looks up at him, “Is Rhodes alright?”

Tony presses his lips into a thin line, shaking his head.

Wanda looks down at her hands.

“He tore us apart. That Baron Zemo. I know you have a lot to learn, alot to grieve. The accords may be dissolved. I’m working on it. At SI we’re preparing the bail documents.” He informs you all.

Sam scoffs, “What about Cap and Barnes?”

“James is in recovery as per my last conversation with T’Challa. Where Cap and Nat are I do not know nor does he.” Tony gazes back at you.

“I trusted him.” Is all you can say to him. You stare at your palms, you couldn’t get the blood off.

“I know, I did too.”

“Tony.” Your lips quiver another sob at the heartbreak Steve left you with to deal. All alone.

Bucky fights Tony, you don’t want to see your best friend hurt. The man who took you under his wing when you joined in, your steps halted by the blonde haired man who harbours your heart.

“Sign the accords.” Steve orders, you gape at him.

“Steve, do you fucking realise? We’re here because I didn’t sign them because I am siding with you?” You almost yell. The tempreture drops as the snow cascades into the facility from the now broken windows.

Bucky lands on the floor, a pained groan, his arm blasted off. He kneels, eyes widened at the implication. At the man he hurt irreparablely being the one to take away one of the curses HYDRA bestowed upon him.

“Shit!” Your eyes move to Tony, slowly he rises from the floor. The suit broken in several places.

“Y/N, you need to listen. You cannot go rogue with me.”

“Steve,” You push his arm away you had to intervene.

“It was good while it lasted.” He says and everything turns to static.

“Wh-what?”

“Look, I, we had a good run but I know your stance on the accords you’re just with me for the sole reason we’re together.” Steve says to you.

“Are you serious right now?” Anger courses through you, your grip on your pistol tightens.

“It's not even the accords. I, I didn’t think we would make it beyond this month. Look, I have to think about Bucky. Its all of this, it doesn’t, priorities.” He lunges over to defend Bucky leaving you defenceless. Your ears ringing, you watch as they fight, you can’t hear any of the clangs the groans.

You stand there dumbfounded.

As Steve throws Tony down the beam reflects off of his shield and hits you on the shoulder you’re thrown against the wall. Bucky meets your eyes, at least he seems apologetic.

Tony tries to get up to help you, “Rogers, she’s hurt—,” The shield slams against the arc reactor.

“I don’t care.” He says so easily.

You pant as the pain increases, both the burn and sting of his words as well as the physical injuries manifesting across you.

Steve helps Bucky up, you try to push yourself to your knees, crawling to Tony while keeping your arm close to your body.

Bucky looks back at you, his eyes convey his remorse. Tony breathes hard, you blink back tears at the glance Steve doesn’t spare towards you.

Eight months down the drain.

The morning kisses, cuddles, the random sketches of you he left as gifts all lose their importance. Remembrance only causes pain.

“Mr. Stark, you need to leave.”

Tony sighs, “I’ll visit, or I’ll have you guys out before that. Work some arrangement.”

“I’m so sorry, Tony.” You look at his arm and back at his face.

He gives you one of those sad smiles of his, the one where he pretends it's just another day, another common thing.

“Aren’t you foolish to trust us again?” Sam questions him as Tony passes by his cell.

“I just have to do my job. It’s the people who have to trust us.” Tony turns to face Sam.

“So the people trust the missile maker millionaire Stark?” Sam knows the jab is stinging, Tony hated

that about the company’s past.

The rift was ever present, your friend looks towards you.

“Y/N, let him know not to insult me, I’m a billionaire.” He grabs his glasses and moves away.

You resist the urge to laugh, everyone would resort to their coping mechanisms. You’d have to bide your time here. Usually getting black out drunk was how you solved your own problems.

True to his word Tony has you all released on various conditions. You, Scott and Wanda are released together.

When you reach the tower it isn’t surprising that there was a break in, you’d scoff that Steve didn’t come to break you out but he made his decision in Siberia.

The faint scent of his cologne lingers in your room. Hints of Patchouli and Bergamot. You stare at the box on your bed.

Opening it reveals a burner phone.

“I got a burner too, one number loaded upon it.” Tony stands at the door holding a glass of scotch for himself and your favourite Vodka in a bottle.

“Surprised he bothered.” You open the phone and it chimes an unread text upon it.

“I didn’t get that.” He observes, you take the bottle from him.

Opening the text.

SGR: I want to talk to you. Please let me explain.

You laugh bitterly, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip. At least you can blame these tears on the alcohol.

“Are you going to? Call him I mean.” Tony settles on your desk chair.

“Nope.” You set your bottle down after three more sips, grabbing the edges of the opened flip phone you press. The phone snaps from its hinges and you place it back down in the box, “Did you track it?”

“Fake return address.” He twirls the ice in his drink.

The two of you bask in the silence. Drinking in tandem and out of sync.

“Were you going to sign the Accords?” You ask after a while staring at the setting sun.

“Nope,” He reaches for your bottle, pouring himself a peg, “I was having them redrafted. Steve only had to agree for them to shut up. My draft would have gotten approved.”

“So confident.” You raise your brows.

“Comes with the job title.” He rolls his eyes.

“Do you think anyone will trust anyone?” You tap the bottle neck.

Steve’s laughter reverberates against your chest. He reaches up to cup your face.

“Why is it so amusing?” You ask, not meeting his eyes.

“Because it is, Poppet. I wouldn’t break your heart.” He assures yet again.

You gnaw at your bottom lip trust was difficult to come by for you.

“You want to know why?” He whispers, making you meet his gaze. His nose brushing against your own.

“Because I have your heart and it's what is keeping me alive.”

You lean closer, pressing your lips to his, Steve kisses you back. Hands pulling you closer. You feel his smile between the kisses and you begin to retract knowing what he was upto but it’s too late.

Steve tickles your sides and laughter blubbers from your chest. He grins, cheeks flushed as you press against him. The thin sheet hides nothing from the way you feel.

“I love you.” He says, you stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“I loved him with everything in me.” You blubber out, tears falling down.

Tony sits next to you, your head rests on his good shoulder, “I know you did. It's a hard road ahead, kid. Not an undoable one.”

“I hate him.” You declare, “I hate him, he just, how could he be so selfish?”

“Sometimes we all are, he is in the wrong. He didn’t exactly reciprocate the trust.” Tony sighs, you look up at him.

“I’m sorry about your parents.” You watch him give you those sad smiles, he flexes and extends the fingers of his left hand.

“He could have told me, I trusted him enough that he could.” He whispers then shakes his head.

“Steve Rogers is an asshole.” You declare raising your bottle to his assholery. Then you giggle.

“You just thought of the word assholery didn’t you?” Tony giggles as well.

Both of you burst out laughing.

“Hey Tone?” You ask mid laughter.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for being here, also can I get a box?”

“Sure.” He stands, FRIDAY has the box led by one of his tinkered bots to the room.

“I need to check on Rhodey.” He says, “I’m a call away okay?”

You nod, he leaves. The box stays on your bed and then you stare at the sketches hung around your room. With a delicateness that Steve didn’t spare towards you, you pack up the papers. Sealing the box with plastic wrap and head down to the safety deposit lockers.

Your steps are misjudged and you drop your box of trinkets several times. The stupid ceramic mug from that couples pottery class probably shattered.

You giggle thinking how it resembles your heart.

Locking the box leaves you in silence. Your room is void of all things Steve except the one shirt he gave you on your first mission together where the two of you fell into the muddled waters that left the two of you in need to change out of clothes.

The shirt smells like him, you curl up with it on your pillow.

“This is the last time you gave your heart away.” You tell yourself.

“This is the last time you cry over him.” You promise yourself.

Eight months pass and you all sit in the conference room. The accords are abolished. They reinstate Natasha, Sharon, James, Sam and him. Tony holds his flip phone. Resorting to texting rather than speaking to him.

A reply comes when you all are back at the tower. They’d be there tomorrow. Rooms are prepared with favourite foods stocked up. You had requested your room be shifted away to another level.

Heart ache didn’t manifest beyond those few nights.

Your walls that Steve Rogers broke down were built back stronger. Impenetrable. His shirt was placed in his room by you a month into getting over him.

You don’t pass by the floor, you’re a level above. Thankfully the elevators divide the levels they service and you won’t ever be on the same floor as him.

The night is restless despite your indifference to all of them. They were the family you chose and yet you were abandoned by them.

Dreams are but a loop of memories you have buried.

After your morning laps you head to Tony’s lab.

“They will be dropping in at SHIELD first. Fury wants to discuss some things and then they come back here.” He stifles a yawn.

“You need caffeine my friend.” You hold up the coffees, “Luckily I come bearing gifts.”

“I love you.” He whispers gingerly while taking the cup.

“Are you talking to the coffee or me?” You ask, taking a sip of your own.

“I can love both.” He defends, whispering to the coffee he loves it more.

You throw one of his discarded paper balls on him. It doesn’t phase him.

“Are you sure you want to come along?” He asks for the umpteenth time on the drive to SHIELD.

“Tony, I will leave you behind if you ask me again.” You glare at him.

“I think you will be fine.” Vision assures a gentle smile on his face and he laces his fingers with Wanda. She smiles at him, her own mind filled with thoughts.

“See we’ll be okay.” You declare.

Minutes later you’re seated on one side of the conference room. Tony on the first seat, you on the second. Vision opts to stand behind Wanda as she sits.

Fury sits at the head of the table. The door opens and Natasha, Sam and Steve step into the room. A thick silence settles over. You look at each of them and then back at Fury.

Natasha’s hair is shorter and blond, Sam seems to have gotten leaner. Steve was sporting a beard and longer hair.

You wondered if the post break up look was something you should have gone for, maybe dyed your hair blue.

“Well, as you know you all have been reinstated. The Avengers operate without any Accords binding them but they must be mindful of their poweress and the possible damage they may cause. A country has full discretion to forbid the Avengers from subduing threats that may lead them there and you must honour that no matter the cost.” Fury gazes at you all.

“What if they need help?” Steve questions, you scoff.

Cold blues flash to you. You roll your eyes.

“The dissolution of the Accords was done keeping this one rule in mind. I suggest you make peace with it. You will not be able to save everyone from damage and hurt, it is better than causing it.” Tony adds.

Steve’s jaw tightens. He nods.

“Now since this is done and dusted. Official missions may resume.” Fury places down a manila folder.

“Official?” Sam questions, raising a brow.

“Agent Y/L/N here was liasoning with us for recon purposes. Kept under wraps. We have identified HYRA bases. Once the plans are sanctioned you all will be back on duty.” Nick sighs, “I suggest you all train together to get a sense of your skill sets and moves again.”

No one nods.

Nick shakes his head leaving the room.

“Your old rooms have been cleaned at the tower. Access is via FRIDAY, food is stocked. Layout’s almost the same. Few changes here and there. Oh and there are new succulents in the living room.” Tony fiddles with the folder.

“We can conduct a meeting about these missions tonight or tomorrow. You all settle in, there is a car outside and your vehicles are in pristine condition at the garage.” He informs them further.

“No welcome back party?” Nat muses, you laugh.

“I drank all the liquor so unfortunately no parties.” You deadpan.

Nat and Sam stare at you.

“It has been a difficult few months. I understand everyone will take time to return to a semblance of previous normalcy.” Vision’s words are both reassuring but also farfetched.

Wanda grasps his hand and gives it a squeeze.

Steve’s brows furrow in worry. He observes you trying to find any hints but you give him none. You learned to school yourself. An agent well versed in hiding her intent, emotions and aim. Your skillset is what brought you to the team and it is what you have. It's what you could trust.

Sam nods, “Well best we head back.”

“Yes we could use some sleep.” Natasha says, you flash her a smile.

“Yep, well I have a few things to discuss with Fury.” You push away from the table first. Tony follows your lead.

“Should you not include us in the conversation?” Steve says in his authoritative baritone.

“Unfortunately, Captain, it isn’t an Avengers matter but a personal one. Which you aren’t entitled to know.” You spit back.

His mouth opens again to speak.

Tony beats him to it, “Where’s our Manchurian candidate?”

“Bucky’s in the UK for a bit, after Wakanda we were there for a while. He stayed back for personal reasons.” Steve explains and you slip out.

Steve stares at your room door, knocking on it yet again. Two weeks since his return and you had avoided him in every capacity.

He had worked up the courage to knock on your door today. But there was no response as it was over the past fifteen minutes. He requests FRIDAY to check in and all the AI says is that you’re fine.

You had gotten back from a mission yesterday morning. You had to have been resting.

“Why won’t she open her door then?” He mutters, pressing his forehead to your door, “Poppet, I just want to speak to you. Please.”

“Captain.” Vision greets floating out of Wanda’s room.

“Vision.” He acknowledges.

“Why are you knocking on an empty room’s door?” Vision tilts his head.

Steve blinks at him, “This is Y/N’s room.” he states as if obvious.

“It isn’t, she switched rooms about three months ago.” Vision says

Before Steve can ask anything further, Wanda opens her door, “Vis.” She gestures with her hand for him to return.

“Wanda.” He walks to her this time.

“FRIDAY, where is Y/N’s new room?” Steve questions walking to the elevators.

“She’s on the twenty-fifth floor.” The AI responds, he switches to the other elevator.

“Captain, you will have to go to the ground floor to switch elevators.” FRIDAY informs him.

Steve sighs moving back in front of the original elevator. It stops at every single floor; he almost misses the elevator as you’re getting on, luckily a Stark Industries employee holds the door for him.

You bite the inside of your cheek. Looking away.

“I want to talk.” He says over the all too silent but crowded elevator.

Everyone looks at him except you. They follow his gaze to you.

“I don’t.” You answer while staring at the numbers.

“Poppet.” He says and you shoot him a glare before looking away again.

People trickle in and out.

Steve’s gaze is trained upon you. He nods politely at those greeting him but his gaze nerver strays from you.

You look into your phone pulling up a forgotten game loaded into the device. Anything. Any stupid thing to avoid him.

Finally it's just the two of you.

The automated air freshener hisses filling the space with the scent of lavender.

“Poppet I just want to explain—,” Steve steps closer, his hand outstretched.

“No. I don’t fucking want to hear a word.” You seethe, you move forward pressing the button to your floor if it makes you reach quicker.

“Poppet.” He grabs your hand, turning you towards him.

“Y/N. Use my damn name.” You spit out, finally meeting his eyes.

There is a tick in his jaw, he nods, “Y/N. Just five minutes. I know I don’t deserve it—,”

“You don’t deserve to even ask for a minute of my time. You never saw us work beyond that month correct? Well guess what? We don’t.” You push at his chest, he doesn’t budge.

“I lied. I said those things so you wouldn’t follow. I could not have you living rogue with me.” Steve admits, you stare at him.

“You lied?” You repeat.

“I didn’t want to break things off but that was the only way I could ensure you wouldn’t follow behind me. It was dangerous. Poppet—Y/N,” he corrects, “I told you your heart kept me alive, I love you—,”

Steve’s head snaps to the side, cheek turning red at the impact of your slap. You breathe hard, eyes tearing up.

“That was not for you to fucking decide, you do not get to come back here and make your sorry excuses for being a horrible human being. Betraying my trust. Leaving me and your friend injured. You picked Bucky over us. You picked Bucky over me and I understand I would pick him too if I were you. But I would not fucking lie or leave my girlfriend and best friend behind injured horribly. You’re welcome back to the compound Steve. Even back to your glorious Captain America title. However,”

The doors open to your floor, you step out.

“I don’t know how you say you’re alive because I took my fucking heart back from your undeserving self. I don’t care if you lied, I don’t care if it was all fun and games. I don't care about you. I don’t want to care about you. You are a teammate because I am forced to consider you one. I don’t need to listen to you to provide you closure or a second chance. You fucking liar!”

“Poppet,” Steve reaches for you again, you take off running to your door.

“FRIDAY, deny access. Override only with Tony.” You order, the locks on your doors bolt and Steve keeps knocking and pleading.

He sinks to his knees outside your door apologising over and over.

Natasha is pinned to the floor by Wanda as the latter grins triumphantly. Natasha praises her and they break apart. You take Wanda’s place and Sam takes Natasha’s place.

Mixed training was now mandatory.

You had almost burned Nick Fury with your glare. Steve hadn’t shown up to any, in fact he hardly was in the same room as you.

Sam goes full offence, you block the blows. Defending yourself you had worked hard over the time away from official duties.

Minutes pass by, neither of you yields. Panting you stare at Sam waiting for an opening to take him down.

“Come on, that's all you got, little spy?” Sam teases, you laugh.

“You wish birdy.” You stick your tongue out childishly. Wanda and Nat laugh.

“Come on Wilson.” Nat prompts, “We’re bored here.”

“Alright,” Sam moves, pulling a fake. You catch it a moment too late, as he’s about to tackle you to the ground you turn. Tugging on his arm as Sam’s eyes widen.

The momentum thrown off both of you land on your sides, recovering swiftly he’s pinned to the ground by you.

You grin at him.

“How's that birdy?” You laugh at his irritation. Sam rolls his eyes.

“Y/N.”

Everyone’s heads snap to the door, Steve and Tony stand there.

You help Sam up. Sam keeps an arm around your shoulder. Steve’s eyes linger and his fists clench.

Sam takes his arm away.

You roll your eyes, they land on Tony as he bites his cheek, oh this can’t be good you deem.

“Wheels up in an hour for Rogers and you.” He delivers the news.

“Sam, Nat, Vis and Wanda are needed to take on a bigger base with Tony.” Steve looks at you, “Fury’s orders before you try to whine your way out if it.”

You glare at him, “Alright.”

An hour later you’re on the jet with Steve. He doesn’t talk. The last conversation between the two of you was enough.

“We won’t be splitting up.” Steve informs you. You nod, studying the layout.

You frown in recognition.

“I was here on recon. This is supposed to be a dead base.” You look up at him.

“Fury said they detected activity.” He looks back ahead.

“Hopefully it's just random people looking for shelter.” You look back at the plans.

Steve hums, observing you again. Wishing it would be like before where the two of you would be holding hands.

Cobwebs litter the walls, plaster cracked. The scent of something decaying permeates through the space.

Walking into the HYDRA base is carefully crafted, Steve leads with his shield. You keep a double check on the back trail. Something was not sitting right with you.

The hallway diverges, you stand next to Steve, “Left side first then we can go right.” You whisper.

He nods, “Stay close, I don’t know why something feels wrong.”

You don’t verbalise your own feelings, following in his footsteps.

The hallway leads to an abandoned lab, the computers torn down and broken apart. Steve relaxes his defensive stance looking around the area.

You move carefully through the edge of the room, “Something should be of value here.”

“I don’t think there is anything.” Steve declares, “Let's clear the other pathway.”

You give another once over and then follow him back down the path.

Your boot catches on the uneven flooring, “Shit!” You whisper yell as you fall forward.

Steve turns, breaking your fall. You land against his chest and his arm encircles your waist. For a moment that echoes a broken promise of eternity he holds you close to him.

Steve sneaks a moment he lost over a stupid decision. He takes what crumbs he’s given by fate.

Your palm is against his chest, your head tucked against the crook of his neck.

Why can't you move away?

Why do you want more of him?

Why do you miss him?

He hurt you.

He lied.

He hurt you.

You break the eternity Steve was living as you pull away, silence stretches between the two of you as you head down the other hallway.

It's empty yet again, you shake your head at the waste of time. Steve steps closer to the vials on the shelf. The liquid in them gleams a certain way.

You hear a pneumatic hiss from your left. You turn quietly making your way to the wall.

Steve studies the shelf again. There was no dust on it. No pattern on it. These were fresh vials. Then his eyes widened, “Y/N don’t!”

You turn to face him when the hiss is louder and the slits of the vent open. A dust like substance pours over floating around you.

A coughing fit grips you, you place your hand against the wall to steady yourself the gun falls as you clutch your chest wheezing.

Steve pads over to you, trying to rub your back to ease the coughing fit. He asks FRIDAY to scan the micro dust to see if it is anything dangerous.

The coughing fit subsides over a few minutes, your breathing shallow. You look up at Steve blinking away the tears. He cups your cheek.

“Are you okay? Do you feel anything?” He questions, gaze running over every aspect of you. Glove clad large palms moving over your form. You nod, but then your stomach cramps.

“What is it?” Steve takes not of your discomfort.

“I, it's my stomach—,” Your words are cut off by a whimper as the cramp gains severity. You lean more against the wall as the cramp travels across.

Steve rummages through his mind to know what this substance could be, he had been to HYDRA bases before. He spoke to Bucky all about them, their experiments which he knew.

He watches as your skin flushes, you squirm in his grasp. He steps closer to support you.

“Poppet?” Steve makes you look up at him, your eyes have a dazed look almost glazed over. You feel his warmth through your tactical suit. His thigh between your legs and the ache the needy ache is all you know and you need to get rid of it.

“Please,” You plead to him gazing at his slightly blurred blue eyes, your hips moving out of their own accord against his thigh you moan as your core makes contact with him.

Steve pushes your hips away, “Poppet what—,”

“Steve, it hurts so badly. Please,” You cry out wiggling against his hold. His fingers dig into your hips to keep you in place.

Your palms cover his, you look up at him.

You lean up, he shifts back. You use the distraction to guide his palm to grind down on it. Your choked moan has his cock harden further. He can’t help but watch as you use him.

Logic hits him then when he feels just how wet you’ve gotten, before he can pull away there is a prick in the side of his neck. You begin to blur from his view.

“Poppet, something is wrong.”

You look up at him, why did his words sound garbled?

Why was he falling to his knees?

You look behind him, people standing and watching.

The need clouding your mind clears in the slightest, “Steve,” you kneel next to him.

“It’s okay,” he assures you, reaching for the shield.

The cramp hits you again harder; you cry out in pain, doubling over and sinking against the wall to curl up.

“FRIDAY, dis-distress signal.” Steve orders as his vision begins to blacken, he reaches for you with the last of his strength covering your curled up form with his body.

Steve keeps his eyes closed.

Enhanced hearing picking up the dripping pipes from the left. To his right he hears your pained whimpers.

How long was he out?

Chains bind his arms above him, the uneven concrete digs into his knees and shins. He would search for the shield in the aftermath.

He counts four people by their rhythmic footfall. They were in the same facility. It couldn’t have been easy to move them.

Lolling his head to right he watches you through hooded eyes, chained like him kept on your knees but you’re struggling. Squirming on the ground trying to find respite and crying out of frustration.

“Sex pollen.” Bucky spoke, with a shake of his head in disgust.

“Sex pollen?” Steve repeated as if to confirm.

Bucky gives him a look, Steve’s eyebrows shot up higher.

“What does that do? Did they use it on you?” Steve questioned his best friend.

Bucky shook his head, “It basically sets the libido up to the maximum, forces the person in contact to orgasm but basically they need to have sex, self pleasure seldom works. The intensity is higher to combat the inevitable effect.”

A dark expression crossed Bucky’s features, he sighed sadly. Looking out at the view from his home in Wakanda. The house, though borrowed, was Bucky’s own.

Steve had placed a few sketches of Brooklyn around. The place he used to consider home now changed. Steve stares at the more recent sketch of his home city.

Two men out of time in a place decades ahead of the world outside.

“How long?” Steve clutches his charcoal tighter as he forms the curve of soft lips on the paper. A stray tendril of hair.

Bucky looks down at the half done sketch of your face. His heart aches for Steve and you.

“Two hours, it gets progressively maddening. At first one can try to speak or answer what is asked. After that it is variable how long it takes for the need to become the sole focus. If nothing is done in two hours then its too far gone and well...”

He had limited time, he could not gamble any further. Steve opens his eyes, tugging at the restraints to catch the attention of the captors.

You hear the rattling, you look up at Steve another pang through your core.

“Steve—,”

“Ah, Captain. Welcome to the land of the waking, you were out for just under an hour. Now who is this sweet little needy thing with you?” The man asks, stepping closer to you.

Steve growls, “Stay away from her.” he warns.

The man raises his hands in defence, “She’s a little needy Captain,” he walks back toward Steve away from you, “Why so possessive?”

Steve bites his tongue, “She’s mine.” he grits out.

“I see and why is she yours?”

He can’t tell them, they would exploit you but his will is crumbling swiftly and his mind is compelling him to speak, “I love her.”

“Hm, it seems she needs you, Captain.” The man grins, walking back to you. His palm touches your scalp as he pulls your hair back. You want to recoil but the touch is soothing some of the ache. You look at Steve, pleading.

“I could fill in.” He says suggestively.

You try to shuffle away but the grip on your hair tightens.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch her!” Steve bellows as his thumb approaches your lips, “What the fuck do you want?” He pulls against the restraints, almost snarling.

“I want to know where my Soldat is, tell me.” The man demands, leaving you. The words register as does the scent of cigarettes you recoil. You feel your mind working again, clearing the need to be fucked.

“Steve don’t,” you warn him, he couldn’t sell out Bucky whatever this was, it wasn't worth ruining his life again, “I’ll deal with this…” you bite back the pained whimper.

Steve stares at you, eyes wide and with an emotion you can’t place.

“Oh but you know what is wrong with her don’t you Captain?” The man demands and you look to Steve, “Tell her the truth that burns your veins, Captain.”

Steve wants to lie, wants to cushion you, “Truth serum?” He looks at the man who nods.

“Brilliant isn’t it? You’re compelled to tell me whether or not she chooses to be saved. You’re on a time limit.” The man taps his watch.

“It’s a sex pollen.” Steve informs you, you stare at him.

“That, that's why I need?” Your insides churn and your clit pulses as you watch Steve lick his dry lips before he continues to speak. The small insignificant action has your body wanting to be devoured.

“Yes, and if you don’t get release, it’s fatal.”

Silence stretches on the footfall of the three others has stopped, they watch the show play out. The consequences and the outcomes weighed.

“Fight it, don’t tell them. It's not worth it.” You whisper.

“Poppet you cannot say that. I am not risking your life!” Steve yells, pulling at the restraints again.

“You can’t have him at risk again!”

“I won’t let you die!”

“You already left me for the dead once! You chose him once. Just fucking do it again!” You seethe, your skin clammy and you just want this suit gone. The material irritates you.

Steve gapes at you, “I, I didn’t—,”

“Save it.”

“As much as I enjoy a lover’s quarrel. Where is Soldat?” The man interrupts.

“Gone.” Steve answers, “Poppet, please,”

“Don’t fucking tell them!” You demand, “Consider it my last wish! Fight the damn truth serum.”

“You are not dying.” Steve grits out.

“Where is he, where is Bucky Barnes?” The man lands a punch to Steve’s face. His hair falls forward, slowly Steve looks up at the man. Rage colouring all his features.

“I will let you help her. Just tell me where Bucky is, Captain.” The man promises. Steve considers, you begin to yell no at him.

“He’s in the United Kingdom.”

“Are you insane?!” You slump to the ground, “Do you have any fucking idea what have you done?”

The man walks over and slaps you, “Shut the fuck up! You want a cock so fucking bad you fucking bitch in heat, I’ll give you one!”

Steve snarls, wrapping the chain around his own palm and tugging hard until it breaks away from the wall. The man turns, gun cocked and ready, it's grabbed out of his hand by Steve. He looks at the man dead in his eyes before delivering the fatal shot.

You look up at Steve, as the man drops to the floor between the two of you.

Steve watches the other three scramble about, he quickly fires the shots, he keeps one person alive.

He grabs the other chain, yanking it with all his strength. It gives way.

“Where is the shield?” He walks over to the man on the ground, pleading in pain.

A shaking hand rises, pointing to the vault.

“Access code?” Steve picks him up and takes him to the keypad.

The man enters it crying when Steve presses on the open wound, “Don’t fucking pull any stunts.”

You watch as the doors part and the shield stays there as a momento.

You blink when everything goes out of focus. You blink again. Heat spreads over your body goosebumps raise across.

Your thighs clench and you squirm trying to get some friction to release the ache. Tugging at the restraints is maddening. They don’t relent when you try to manoeuvre but no position provides any respite and you sob out as the frustration grows.

“Poppet.” A warm voice calls out, you whimper. The hold on your right arm loosens and your hand reaches for the tactical suit. You had to get it off. You needed to get it off.

You blink and watch as Steve’s hand stops yours, you push at him.

“Please,” you whimper as another cramp takes over.

“You smell so sweet baby.” He groans, the sound urges you on, you guide his hand to where you need him.

His warm palm cups you the fabric of your suit soaked Steve hears your sigh of relief.

“Going to take care of you Poppet, but you need to hold on for me okay?” Steve assures, breaking out your left arm as well.

“Steve please,” you beg again, your mind screaming at your body, your hips move making you grind onto his palm. Your smaller palm wrapped around his wrist not letting him pull away.

“Fuck,” He groans, pushing you against the corner and undoing your suit’s zipper, you don’t face him palms braced against the wall. Steve’s warm calloused palm is as though cold respite to your heated skin.

He doesn’t waste time, fingers running over your folds, palm pressing against your clit. Your head tilts back resting against his shoulder, mouth parted moans leaving you.

Steve presses his fingers into you, two thick digits and your walls clench around him he almost wishes he’d fuck you right there.

“Fuck this pussy remembers who she belongs to doesn’t she?” Fingers curve finding the spot he very well could have placed. Stars line your vision as he hits the spot over and over, fingers curving.

“Right there Steve!” You cry out your ass rocking against him, pressing onto his cock. He keeps his thrusts hard and fast, palm rubbing your clit in the most delicious of ways. His grunts fill your senses.

Pleasure thrums from his touch to your body, your back arching as his fingers drive deeper and deeper into you. Your walls are gripping them back in not wanting him to stop.

“I know sweet Poppet. I know what makes her weep for me. I’m going to taste you. But first you’re going to make a mess on my hand alright?” He instructs filthy words offset by the sweet kisses placed against your forehead and cheek.

His other hand cups your breast playing with your nipple. Your hands fall from the wall, gripping onto his nails leaving indents on his skin. Steve watches your chest constrict, your voice choke off, eyes rolling back as your orgasm crashes into you.

His fingers keep moving, riding your orgasm out, your walls quivering around him the sensitivity of your clit as it pulses. Some of the haze clears but the need just returns tenfold.

“Steve, please, I can’t, can’t wait—,”

His lips are on yours, cutting you off, your suit pushed down further without breaking away from the kiss.

The shield clatters to the floor, his suit haphazardly discarded. Steve’s hands explore your body, remembering the planes he explored before. The love he whispered across your skin. Marking you with his touch, his lips, his seed.

“Wanna see you,” You want to turn, he grabs your hands pinning them to the wall.

“No one gets to see you this way but me.” He growls, you feel his hard cock move between your thighs. His larger body covers yours, shielding you, watching over you.

When your thighs clench around him, Steve hisses, “Going to fill you up, sweet girl.” he coos.

Inch by inch Steve’s length stretches you, your back arches. The relief the stretch of his cock brings is unlike anything else you’ve felt before.

“You can take it, made for my cock aren't you?” He stills inside you, throbbing as your walls clench around him. He moans biting down on your shoulder the feel of you decadent, unable to be given justice by his mind.

“Heaven. Pussy feels so good, baby. Missed you so much.” He grunts, you push back against him needing him to move, “hands around my neck.” He orders, leaving your hands.

You wrap them around him, holding onto his now longer hair, soft between your fingers. Your mind remains you of the soft moments when he laid in your lap and your fingers combed through these locks.

Steve pulls you out of your thoughts with the snap of his hips. His palms gripping your waist anchoring you to him. Skin slapping against skin, his cock feels so good you could sob, the need turns into embers, your thirst being quenched.

Each delicious, deep stroke moves you towards sweet bliss. You hear your name in an echo of his name. Steve watches the wall you mould against him, as countless times before. Your heart may have put up walls but your body left no space.

The way he sees the telltale signs of your orgasm he brings his right hand towards your apex, timing his rough circles on your clit to his thrusts. The sensations blooming become too much, your body alit with flames of pleasure, Steve moans as your walls begin to milk him just as your orgasm shatters through you.

He keeps his thrusts going, pumping into you. The arousal that spills onto your thighs, the mix of you and him.

“One more.” He demands, fingers coated with the mix of the two of you, his marked fingers brought back to your clit, you cry out in ecstasy.

The blissful haze clears, everything returning to you. The mission, the power, you can’t, you can’t, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve–,

“Right here my sweet poppet, you will give me one more. You know I'm greedy.” He reasons, only increasing his pace, you thrash in his hold. Lips find the sweet spot of your neck.

It’s your undoing, you cum around him yet again. Crying out his name, tugging on his hair. Aftershocks moving through you. He holds you up, pressing kisses to your forehead, temple, cheek, jaw and shoulders.

Grounding you, palms moving over you after he brings his coated fingers to taste them. Your head lols against his shoulder, you reach for his jaw, placing a soft kiss. Steve smiles at the familiar gesture.

Helping you get dressed he follows as well. You’re lifted into his arms and carried to the quinjet.

As it had turned out Bucky wasn’t in UK it was a precautionary measure they came up with to secure Bucky from any life threatening attempts. The guilt you had harboured lessened.

Steve had stayed away from you, once Tony and Bruce cleared you of any remnant pollen he took his leave. Avoiding you as he had after the elevator confrontation. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

As much as you felt as if you were an emotional fool for considering the thought of wanting to approach him, you missed him. Terribly.

You knew your walls were useless against the one man who you had given your jagged heart to, the blue eyes you had drowned yourself in multiple times. Whether it was when he found your gaze across the room or when you were pressed against him.

Your feet carried you after three days to his door. Your hand shook when you knocked. Thoughts swirling through your mind insecurities gaining fleet.

The door opens, Steve’s eyes widen then his brows furrowed with worry, then fall to the still fading love bite that he placed on your collarbone. You shift your weight to either side. Hands fiddling with the hem of your top.

You look down at your feet, Steve’s palm cups your cheek.

Your eyes meet their old home of blue.

“I want to listen.” You manage to say, his pink lips stretch into a familiar smile.

He steps to the side inviting you further into his room.

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