#Brie larson fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @fangsandroses

warnings: swearing, slight spoilers for the marvels

There was a boom as something landed in my yard. Looking out the window, I furrowed my eyebrows before heading out. There was a small dent in my yard where I saw someone standing.

“carol?” I called when I recognized the suit the person was wearing. She looked up and smiled at me as I ran over. “What are you doing here? I thought you were…” she hugged me after side stepping out of the dent.

“I finished up on hala. I thought I would pay you a visit.” I hugged carol tightly. “And considering you’re my neighbor now…” I laughed as I pulled back and tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

“I somehow always forget that.” I said sarcastically. Carol laughed and wrapped her arm around me as she led me back into my house. “What do you have planned for tonight?” Carol immediately collapsed on my couch after pulling the top of her suit off.

“movie night?” She asked. I nodded and went to grab the spare clothes she kept at my place. “Thanks.” She said as she took them and got up to go change.

“want to order a pizza?” I called to her as I searched through my collection for something to watch. I grabbed a few movies to get us started when carol came back.

“sure. And we can have popcorn later.” She came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. “It’s been too long.” I laughed and turned in her arms.

“it’s been a month carol.” She smiled sheepishly at me. I put on the first movie while ordering the pizza before joking carol back on the couch. Carol curled up into me and hike we waited for the food to arrive.

“but it is good to be back.” She said with a smile turned up at me.

[oizysian]

All Eyes on Me | Elizabeth Olsen

Summary: When Y/N’s Twitch channel reaches 10,000 followers, she sets out to do a charity stream. A big celebrity catches wind and wants in on said stream. What happens next will take her by surprise and flip her life upside down.

| INTRO |

I. VICTORY ROYALE

II. MEETING BRIE

III. DON’T FALL IN LOVE WITH HER

IV. ALL THAT YOU LOVE

V. WE’RE GOING SWIMMING

VI. LIAR

VII. GIRLS NIGHT

VIII. SHE’S MARRIED, IDIOT

IX. PRETENDING TO BE HUMAN

X. PUMPKIN

XI. LET HER GO

XII. THEN WE’LL TALK

XIII. UPSET

[urmomisunderme2]

“Daddy’s good girl” Carol groans in your ear as she grips onto your hips as your bent over her desk with her thick girth strap fucking into you for the 5 time without you cumming, she wouldn’t let you “such a needy little girl” ruthless forcing her strap into to you moving her hands up your body, groping at your tits. The knot building in your stomach for the 6th time, it gets more and more tight until it’s just about to snap but carol stops all her movements, you need to cum you can’t not stop anymore, moving your hips back against her hoping for enough “such a need girl, beg for it” Carol smirks and you do, you beg with all you have feeling you need to cum more than anything you have ever needed before.

“Aww your so desperate huh? Daddy’s gonna breed this little pussy”

[hard-core-super-star]

bare your soul 'til it's naked [C.Danvers]

pairing: sub!carol danvers x dom!reader

summary: you and carol experiment with switching up your usual roles and accidentally discover something new.

warnings: SMUT -> minors, don't look [porn with feelings; bondage; strap-on sex; an exploration of carol's submissive side; strapwarming; a dash of denial; carol's praise kink goes brr; captain kink because duh]

wordcount: 1.8k

a/n: no, i didn't disappear for like all of november, what are you talking about?? anywho, this happened and...i have no reason or explanation for it lmao. also, i'm not even going to pretend to be an expert on dom/sub dynamics but just labeling carol as a bottom felt wrong considering the more...intense route this took. ANYWAY, usual,"this is my first time writing for this character, please give me validation if you liked it," warning applies.

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It had started as a joke.

You had told Carol how unfair it was that her superhuman abilities always led to her overpowering you after she had effortlessly picked you up and plopped you down onto the couch to stop you from washing the dishes. It had been an almost nonsensical joke that the blonde took a little too seriously. 

It’s not something that genuinely bothers you, in fact, you love how quick Carol always is to pick you up and carry you everywhere. However, you had mentioned how much you’d love to have a turn at being in charge for once and your girlfriend took it upon herself to give you exactly what you wanted. (Like usual) 

You weren’t sure why she was so dead set on doing this, especially considering how much she loves having the upper hand all the time, and yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell her to change her mind. Mainly because you’d have to be an actual fool to deny her anything but also because there’s been a look in her eyes that you can’t quite decipher that was born from the mere thought of switching roles for once.

So, your one meaningless joke had earned you a sight you’d never thought you’d see: Carol Danvers naked and bound on your bed.

It should be ridiculous. She’s a goddamn superhero, for crying out loud, she could easily rip apart those ropes like nothing. And yet…she remains motionless. You’d go far enough to call her stoic if it weren’t for the smirk she hasn’t yet wiped off of her face.

You both know the massive amounts of power she holds inside herself and she still chooses to pretend. To give in to the fantasy. To act like you truly hold all the cards when she’s the one with literal superpowers. 

Your girlfriend huffs as she watches you admire her toned body and the intricate knots that hold her in place. She’s been sitting in the same position for what feels like hours, with her hands tied around her back and her legs spread open, showing off the strap attached to her hips.

“You gonna do something or just stare?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” you reply, shamelessly staring at her jawline while she throws her head back and groans.

“I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t touch me right now.”

You’re tempted to just walk away like she’s done to you countless times but you have other, more important, ideas on your mind. 

You approach her in two quick steps, smiling at the way her eyes literally light up before tangling your fingers in her blonde hair and gently pulling. You’re rewarded with the sound of her gasp and you can practically see the way her veins pop out as she clenches her fists. 

“I think you’re forgetting our deal, Captain,” you whisper. “I’m in charge, you just have to sit there and behave.”

She lets out a soft groan, her eyes fluttering closed for the briefest of seconds. You don't know if it's the hair-pulling or the use of the title that affects her so much but it’s obvious her reluctance melts away in an instant…which means your need to have her begging for you increases tenfold in that same instant.

“Are you going to need a reminder, baby?”

A long second of silence goes by before your girlfriend gives in. You’re more than willing to wait for her, especially once her eyes open again and you’re able to make out the specks of bliss that make her eyes sparkle more than usual. “No…I’ll behave.”

“Good girl,” you hum.

The whine that escapes her doesn’t reach your ears but the way her hips buck is more than noticeable and you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and wrapping your hand around the large toy. The fact that it’s fake doesn’t stop Carol from thrusting into your hand and she looks far too good for you to even think about making her stop.

That doesn’t mean you’re not going to tease her, though.

“Are you needy already, babe? I haven’t even done anything.”

“Maybe that’s why,” she replies, attempting to hold on to some of her usual snarkiness.

Something that would be more effective if she wasn’t bucking her hips in search of some friction. 

The calm and controlled persona she so easily wears out on the field starts to slip and with it comes the barrage of thoughts that never allow her to give up control. It’s subtle but the sparkle in her eyes can’t erase the furrowing of her eyebrows or the tension in her muscles. 

That desperation that makes her thrust up into your hand isn’t unfamiliar. Her need to give in to it is.

So, you do the only thing you know will help her focus on the moment instead of on her unspoken fears. 

“Carol.” Her name leaves your lips as a mere whisper, the grip you have on her hair loosening just enough for the change to register in her unfocused mind.

She takes a deep breath before lifting her eyes up to look at you. You expect her to pull the plug on this whole thing, to put her walls back up and call it a day, but she doesn't. She does the exact opposite and leaves your mind spinning in the process.

“I need you.” The hushed tone she speaks in does nothing to hide her desperation. It’s not the kind you’re used to, though. It’s less about the physical and more about the emotional. It’s about the stability she’s always looked for but has never found in all the countless planets she’s visited. 

The only place she’s found it in all her life is with you.

The second the thought enters your mind, you climb onto her lap, momentarily forgetting about the new dynamic you're forging and merely focusing on your vulnerable girlfriend. Despite your urge to help ground her, you can’t help but notice the way her hips instantly buck once again.

You still decide to wait, though, much to the blonde’s dismay.

“What do you need from me, Captain?”

“Need you…” She trails off and you half expect that to be the end of it until she continues a second later. “Need you to own me…use me…please.”

There’s no doubt in your mind of the strength it took for her to get the words out which only adds fuel to the fire burning in your core. A fire made up of desire, trust, and so much lust it could fill a small planet.

“As you wish,” you mumble before finally giving both of you what you really want.

Carol’s eyes watch you closely while you grip the toy attached to her hips and slowly tease your entrance with it. She technically can’t feel anything yet but she still takes every second in, rotating her hips in an attempt to bring you as much pleasure as she can.

You leave the dildo soaked in less than a minute and the sight of your girlfriend’s abs contracting with every movement does nothing to satisfy your growing desire. Your body shifts until you’re hovering over Carol’s dark blue strap, pretending like you can’t see the way she attempts to slam herself inside your already fluttering walls.

“You wanna fill me up, Captain? Is that what my good girl wants?”

It’s like a switch is instantly flipped inside her brain. Like everything else disappears until she’s left hanging onto your every word. She’s never been like this with someone else, much less felt like this. Felt such an intense devotion that she genuinely longs to submit to every one of your wishes and commands.

You could tell her to jump and she’d leap into the air without a second thought, ropes be damned.

She nods rapidly. “Yes! Yes, I want to fill you up so bad. Please, y/n.”

“If only your little Avengers friends could see you now, all tied up and desperate for me…” You trail off as you sink down onto her, relishing in the unashamed moans she can’t hold back.

You know how much she loves fucking you in this position and you also know how crazy it’s making her that she can’t control your speed. She can’t control anything in this moment. Not the speed of your movements, not the sounds she makes, not the unrelenting bucking of her hips.

The power rests in your hands despite how much of it runs through her veins.

“Fuck-” Your groan brings her back to reality. “You’re so good for me.”

Carol stares at you with wide eyes, plump lips parted just enough to allow all her sinful sounds to slip out unrestricted. Her entire world revolves around you, around the pleasure only she can give you…even when she's not allowed to touch you.

It would be so easy for her to break free, you both know that, and yet somehow, her choosing to remain trapped beneath you makes everything feel ten times stronger than usual. 

Maybe that's what makes the coil in your stomach tighten faster than usual or maybe it's the way the blonde can't stop herself from messily thrusting up into your drenched cunt and burying her strap inside of you.

You’re both lost in each other, your nails digging into her shoulder in search of some stability while she works tirelessly to bring you to new heights. Heights she couldn’t even dream of reaching despite her love for flying.

“y/n,” she mumbles. “Please, I want- I need you.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum already, Captain?”

She shakes her head, the thinnest layer of tears gathering in her stormy eyes. “No, I want to make you cum. Please, can I?”

The mere question has you clenching around the toy but it’s the devoted look that’s plastered onto her face that makes you fall apart. For that brief moment, she’s not Captain Marvel, she’s not an Avenger, she’s just the woman you love more than anything else in the universe, the woman who loves you enough to trust you like this.

You fall over the edge without warning which triggers an avalanche of feelings inside Carol. The two of you slump into each other in a mess of shaking limbs and hoarse voices that cry out the other’s name.

It’s messy and loud and perfect.

It’s unclear how much time you both spend in the throes of your powerful orgasms but when you finally come back to yourself, you find your girlfriend’s face buried into the crook of your neck, trails of salty tears staining her warm cheeks. It takes you another second to realize what she’s mumbling but the second the words register, all your worry melts away.

“I love you-” It comes out more like a broken sob than a beautiful confession but you don’t mind. 

You gently run your fingers through her messy hair, silently watching the shudders that your affection creates. “I love you too. You’re perfect, Carol.”

She doesn’t reply but she also doesn’t argue. She just stays in your arms, basking in the feeling of being loved.

Of finally being home.

[fandomnerd9602]

Jamie / Homelander sings as she makes coffee for herself and Y/N…

Jamie: gosh your lips are delicious…baby it’s cold outside

Y/N: wow you have the most amazing voice I’ve ever heard.

Jamie: this stays between us.

Y/N: don’t want Vought to find out?

Jamie: and let them do to me what they’re doing to Starlight? No thanks. If I’m only gonna sing, it’s only for you

Y/N: and that’s why I love you, Jamie

Y/N kisses a blushing Jamie on the forehead…

For @nevermore-69

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

I Wanna Believe (that we're a masterpiece)

Pairing: Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Natasha seems to be unable to take care of herself, so Carol decides she will the one to do that

Disclaimer: English is not my first language

Read on AO3

The first time it happens, Carol had a small smile on her face while one of her hands held a piece of cloth to Natasha's shoulder, using the other hand to apply pressure from the other side. Natasha hadn't been shot, but one of the guys they were fighting against had pushed her through a window and, well, she got a small little cut.

"It's not small," Clint had argued after everyone joined the group when the fight was over. "It's pretty nasty, actually."

"I've had worse," was her reply and, well, she wasn’t lying.

Even so, Clint insisted that she put something to stop the bleeding and Steve had betrayed her when he said she looked a bit pale, and that's how Natasha found herself sitting at the back of a van while the team got back to the compound. Clint was driving and, usually, they would be the only ones there because everyone else could quite literally fly around, but Captain Marvel said she would ride with them to make sure Natasha would actually take care of her injury.

The redhead spent the first minute or two just staring at the other woman, wondering why she was there - not just the van, but Earth as well since she wasn’t known for spending too much time on her home planet before leaving again - but her resolve faltered when Clint's reckless driving made an appearance, making her jump when the car hit a hole. She hissed in pain and that's when Carol came forward to take a look at her shoulder. She had to slap Natasha's hand away, though with an amused grin, before deciding she was more fitting to the job of holding the cloth in place.

"It's not half as bad as you're all making it seem," Natasha complained after a moment, although her voice didn’t have the bite to it that she was aiming for.

Carol looked up, all bright brown eyes and a lopsided smile, and her hot breath hit the side of Natasha's face without her noticing it. The Russian woman did, though, and she had to make a conscious effort to keep her eyes locked into brown ones.

"Yes, we all know you will survive," Carol teased her. "But I also guess you don't have blood bags spreading around to use if you keep bleeding like this."

"I'm not bleeding that much," Natasha mumbled, only slightly irritated.

"Well, you're welcome."

Carol shrugged so nonchalantly that Natasha couldn’t do anything else other than laugh at the gesture. The blonde seemed content with the reaction she got and her eyes shined like the stars that the woman flew by every day in space. Her smile also widened and she looked smug for a second before Clint hit another hole, making them both jump.

"Guess you're right," Carol said, "you're in more danger of dying in a car crash in the next few minutes than from this wound."

Natasha didn’t reply, mostly because she knew she should actually fear for her life there. That's why she didn’t let Clint drive.

[...]

Alcohol, cotton and antiseptic were involved the second time. They were safe from Clint's driving, but Carol had followed Natasha to the bathroom when their post-fight meeting at the compound ended. They had won, once again, however not without throwing a few punches and being at the other end as well. Carol frowned when she saw Natasha entering the room with Captain America by her side, one side of her face already turning a sickening shade of yellow and purple. Her bottom lip was split, swollen as well, as half of her face was, but the woman didn’t seem even a little disturbed by that.

She endured all the talk, the jokes the boys liked to throw around, and then even helped Tony to set a few things on a computer before she walked out to the hall. That's when Carol followed her, making sure she would do something with her injuries. Natasha entered the hallway bathroom seconds later and, before she could close the door behind her, Carol stepped inside behind her.

"The hell?!"

"Let me take a look at it," Carol said before the redhead could actually start screaming at her.

Natasha, on the other hand, only scoffed as if the idea was too ridiculous to be considered. "It's just a bruise. It will heal just fine."

"Your lip is bleeding," the other woman pointed out without trying to hide her worry.

"Yes, that's what happens when someone punches you in the face," Natasha dismissed with an eye roll. "I'm sure you know."

"I know it can happen, yes," Carol answered slowly, "although I don't remember the feeling of it. It must be hurting, though."

Natasha didn’t answer her right away as she was expecting though. Carol was kind of waiting for the woman to snap again, but Natasha only looked at her with what seemed to be a curious expression on her face before she rolled her eyes again and turned to open a cabinet. She pulled a first aid kit from there and, making it look to be the hardest thing she ever did in her life, handed it to Carol, who just smiled happily at her. Moments later, the blonde was cleaning the blood from her chin with a wet cotton ball while holding her face with the other hand.

While her eyes focused on the injury, Natasha's eyes paid close attention to the superhero. To the crinkle between her brows while she was concentrating on the task in her hands, to the stray blonde hair falling down her face, to the strong shoulders beneath the red and blue suit, to the hands that were callous but handled her so gently. Natasha had a hard time thinking after that and, before she noticed it, Carol was pulling away from her with a smile.

"There!" She declared happily. "I think putting some ice on it will help with the swelling, so you should do that."

"I'm fine," Natasha said and immediately looked away when she noticed that her voice was just above a whisper. "Thanks."

"No problem. Just try to keep yourself in one piece next time, yes?"

[...]

She did try, Natasha could argue, but she was also working for the craziest team in the world and they deal with a lot of shitty situations.

So, of course, the third time happened not long after the day in the bathroom.

This time, she got a concussion after an explosion that threw her back several feet. She got up to her feet pretty fast and made sure she took down some of the bad guys before she could get too dizzy to do so. Steve made sure the fight was over while Natasha tried to hide the fact that the world around her was spinning, but she wasn’t so lucky when Carol approached her, already putting a hand on her shoulder.

"You okay?"

Her voice sounded distant, so very far away that it was almost like Natasha had her head underwater. The redhead tried to focus on the face in front of her - the worried eyes and the lips pursed in a fine line - but there were suddenly two Carols in front of her and it was hard to keep standing. Even so, she wasn’t about to say that out loud.

"Sure." She tried to push herself away, to put some space between them and to prove she was fine, but her body wobbled before she could get too far and, suddenly both of Carol's hands were holding her arms to keep her standing. "Do you work here now?" Natasha asked, trying to change the subject. "Like… all the time? Thought your office was, like, up space."

"The amount of times you said 'like' is all the answer I need, really," Carol said with just a bit of humor. "You need to sit down."

"No, I'm fine."

Which would've been a lie if she ever managed to finish the sentence, but, just as she opened her mouth, she felt the bile at the back of her throat. Carol noticed the way her face twisted and got a yellowish color, which gave her enough time to get out of the way when Natasha leaned forward and let all the contents of her stomach meet the floor.

"Okay," Carol drew the word slowly while her hand kept touching the back of the other woman, making sure she wouldn’t fall face-first on the floor. "Guess someone needs to lay down."

"I don't," Natasha tried to insist, but it only made Carol roll her eyes.

Natasha wasn't able to notice things around her or register the conversations that followed. If she did, she would have argued when Carol told Bruce that she needed medical assistance and she certainly wouldn’t have agreed when the superhero said it would be safer if Carol took her back to the compound. Natasha wasn't okay though and all she could do was grab Carol's arm to stop her from picking her up from the floor.

"I can walk," Natasha said.

Carol hesitated for a moment, looking at the woman up and down twice to be sure. "I don't think you can."

The redhead scoffed. "Watch me."

She took one step forward and then suddenly the world around her began to spin in a way that almost made her puke again. She didn't. Instead, the spinning came to an end when everything went black as she fell.

Natasha regained her consciousness slowly. She could hear a steady beep from a machine that she knew was measuring her heartbeats, she could feel a very uncomfortable bed she was lying on, she could smell the antiseptic. She knew she was in a hospital bed before she even opened her eyes, although she instantly regretted it when the white light above her made her eyes burn and her head hurt.

"Yeah, not very wise to do it now."

The voice came from her right side and Natasha turned her head to that direction before she could stop herself, glaring at the woman sitting beside her. Carol had her legs crossed on a chair, flipping through a magazine, and looking very mundane wearing some normal clothes for once. Jeans and a band t-shirt that looked old and worn out. Even if her head was hurting and her eyes teared up because of the brightness, Natasha still forced herself to look at Carol because… well, she was there and she was a sight that couldn’t be missed.

The blonde flipped the pages twice more before she stole a glance at Natasha. "Try not to move your head so much. It will make you dizzy."

Natasha tried to speak then, but her mouth felt dry as if there were a dozen cotton balls inside it. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on a single movement to wet her lips, although she knew it was useless. When she opened her eyes again, Carol’s attention had gone back to the magazine and Natasha didn’t have another option other than to look at her profile for a while. Her tense jaws, her frowned brows, the lack of her usual smile.

"You mad," she muttered in her raspy voice that made her throat burn and her lips crack a bit.

It wasn’t a question. She knew Carol was mad. It was pretty obvious. Even so, she saw the other woman sigh and close the magazine with a harsh movement before her hand raised to pinch the bridge of her nose as her eyes closed. It lasted just a short moment, but she seemed tired when she looked at Natasha.

"I should call for the doctor to check on you. I kinda forgot how this hospital thing works."

"Why?" Natasha asked.

"'Cus I can't get hurt, remember?" Was Carol's answer, but she was already at the door by the time she said it and Natasha didn’t have the chance to clarify she was asking why Carol was there.

The doctor entered the room alone a few minutes later, smiling politely, and Natasha had to endure several tests that the man wanted to make. He told her she had been out for only a few hours, mostly due to the sedatives, and that it was normal for her not to remember entering the hospital or anything like it. He also explained she had a bad concussion and a wound at the back of her head that, luckily, didn’t need stitches.

"It was a bad motorcycle accident," he commented after making Natasha follow the light at the end of his pen with her eyes for a while. "But you will be fine."

It only took her a moment to realize that was the cover story Carol had come up with since they couldn’t exactly say Natasha had survived a bomb explosion that some crazy dude used to try to stop the Avengers from getting him. So, a motorcycle accident it is. Well, Natasha was glad that most people would fall for any lie without too much questioning.

"Your wife had been very worried about you."

Natasha's eyes met his face so fast that her head spun again. "What?"

The man, who was writing down a few things on her chart, used his pen to point at the door that Carol left before. "Your wife. She had been pacing around the room and driving our nurses crazy with her questions." He didn't seem angry about it, though. In fact, he had a soft smile when he kept writing. "She was pretty scared when she entered the ER with you, from what they told me. Your head was bleeding pretty badly and she had to carry you with something to try to stop the blood."

"She's not my wife," was all Natasha could say to all of that.

Which, of course, earned her a stare from the man. He considered her words for a second, then he shrugged and started putting the chart back in its place at the foot of her bed. "Well, put a ring on it, then. And try not to do any tricks with a bike again, okay?"

He left and Natasha was only alone for a moment before the door opened again and Carol entered the room. "They want to hold you for the night to make sure you're okay."

"No," Natasha quickly replied.

Carol sighed. "I knew you would say that, so I told them we would like to leave. I suppose they're just doing some paperwork for that now."

Natasha felt her body relax a bit knowing she wouldn’t have to stay there for much longer, although it didn't last long when she noticed that Carol hadn’t moved far from the door yet. "What?"

"I'm not mad," the blonde said eventually. "You got me pretty worried."

"Sorry," Natasha mumbled.

"I asked you to stay in one piece." Natasha arched one eyebrow that said way more than her words ever could. Noticing the gesture, Carol sighed again. "I know you have to fight the bad guys and all, but… that's the third time I had to stop you from bleeding to death."

"I was hardly bleeding the other times," Natasha quickly argued.

"Well, this time you were," Carol interrupted her just as fast, her voice raising without her noticing it. She did once the last word was out and the blonde took a deep breath to regain control over her emotions again. "Just… rest for a while longer until they come to discharge you."

"Why do you care?" Natasha had asked when they were walking out of the hospital almost two hours later. She saw Clint waiting for them at the other side of the parking lot, but she didn’t know what possessed her to ask the question.

"Because I care about you," Carol replied calmly.

"Why?" Natasha pressed.

The blonde turned to face her with such serenity written all over her expression that Natasha couldn’t come up with any reply after what she said. "Is it too hard to believe that I just do?"

Natasha didn’t bother saying that no one else in her life had ever cared.

Somehow, she knew that Carol was aware of that.

[...]

The fourth time was a bit ridiculous, if Natasha was the one to say it.

She was cooking, something that wasn’t normal but also didn’t mean the world was ending.

Well, it could be ending because Tony, Steve and Bruce left a few hours prior to some mission, however, they said no one else needed to go with them. Clint had taken the opportunity to go spend some time with his family, which meant that Natasha would be the only one in the compound for the night. That’s what she thought when she walked to the kitchen to open the fridge and see what they had that could serve as a quick dinner. She was looking at a carton of milk, trying to find out if it had expired already or not, when she noticed someone was approaching her.

“Boo!”

Natasha didn’t even blink when Carol jumped inside the kitchen with her arms raised and a large smile that fitted her joyful little prank very well. The blonde froze for a second when she got no reaction from the other woman, but her smile didn’t falter when she walked closer to Natasha.

“I thought I could succeed with that one,” she commented when she leaned against the counter beside the fridge.

Natasha glanced at her for a second. “I am a trained spy, you know?”

Carol shrugged and reached out to grab an apple from the fruit bowl. “What are you doing?”

“Dinner,” the redhead replied as she watched the superhero bite down at the fruit.

It shouldn’t be a sexual gesture at all, but Natasha had to look away when she realized some dirty thoughts trying to break free. Carol was gorgeous, there was no denying that. Actually, anyone with functional eyes would be able to agree that she was beautiful. She was taller than Natasha, her arms filled her suit very well and she just had this energy on her that was hard to miss. She wasn’t wearing her suit that night, though, choosing a sleeveless tank top and loose sweat pants, with her hair pulled in a ponytail and bare feet touching the floor without a care in the world. The fact is that Carol Danvers was a gorgeous woman and Natasha had eyes, thank you very much, but the biggest problem was that they had been spending more time together since the blonde seemed to decide she would stay on Earth for a while. She wasn’t just gorgeous, Natasha didn’t take too long to notice. Carol was smart, brave, compassionate, charming, sarcastic and fun to be around. She could put up with Natasha’s smart mouth and they spent several nights playing chess or checkers, something that was way more fun than it should be.

It all meant that now Natasha was finding the act of eating an apple way sexier than she should and it bothered her so much that she had to look away and grab something else inside the fridge.

“Oh, sweet!” Carol exclaimed after she chew. “You’re making dinner?”

“Are you hungry?” Natasha asked instead of saying she was planning on eating whatever she found inside the fridge.

“Yeah!”

And that’s how Natasha found herself cutting things at the long-forgotten cutting board that she was sure Pepper put there for them. Carol tried to help at first, but Natasha took the knife from her hand when the woman accidentally cut through the first cutting board. After that, she sat at the counter again, as if the kitchen didn’t have dozens of chairs for her to do it, and chatted with Natasha while the other woman took care of everything.

“What are you going to do?”

“A Russian typical dish,” Natasha answered. “Raw fish with uncooked potatoes.”

Carol blinked. “Uh-”

The shorter woman looked up with a teasing smile. “I’m messing with you.”

“Oh,” Carol breathed out in relief, putting her hand against her chest when a laugh escaped her lips. “Wow, for a second I thought you were trying to kill me.”

Natasha shook her head in amusement and returned to her task of chopping some parsley. “I’m sure you ate worse things during your trips.”

“Well, yes, but I have high hopes here,” the superhero joked. “So, really, what are you cooking?”

“Golubtsi,” Natasha replied in perfect Russian to someone that didn’t even have an accent. “It is typical from Russia, actually. I think you might like it, but I will warn you that I haven’t cooked this dish for a very long time.”

“I’m sure it will taste great,” Carol said with a soft smile as she watched the woman.

“You made me curious,” Natasha changed the subject suddenly. “What’s the worse thing you ever ate?”

Carol thought about it for a moment, tapping her chin with a finger, before she looked back at Natasha with a grimace. “Not the worse, but the weirdest. Tentacles.”

The redhead arched one eyebrow at her. “Tentacles?” She repeated, receiving a nod in confirmation. “Of what?”

“To this day, I have no idea.” Carol’s face contorted in disgust and a visible shiver ran down her body, which made Natasha laugh lowly. “And I think it’s better if I never find out.”

“Poor Space Cadet,” Natasha teased as she moved to put the parsley inside a bowl so she could cut the onion.

“Space Cadet,” Carol scoffed even if she smiled widely at the stupid nickname.

Natasha only smiled to herself and moved to grab the onion, however, she stopped herself when she saw the jar of olives she took from one of the cabinets. She forgot about it before because her plans included eating the olives while she cooked, so she decided to open it now. Natasha used a cloth to dry her hands and then tried to spin the metal lid to open it, but it didn’t move even slightly. She knew she could open it, really, but her eyes caught Carol just sitting there kicking her legs like a small child and it was an easy decision. The redhead walked closer to the superhero and held the jar in front of her.

“I know I can use warm water to lose the lid and open it, but you’re here and I think you can be a perfect jar opener,” Natasha said before she gestured with the jar when Carol didn’t move to grab it.

The blonde then took it from her hand with an eye roll and had no problem opening the jar with a single movement that didn’t even make her muscles tense. She handed it back to Natasha, who was now smiling gladly at the open jar, and crossed her arms next. “Is that all I am to you?” She joked.

“No,” Natasha answered with an olive already inside her mouth. “I’m pretty sure you could open the tomato sauce can too.”

Natasha winked at her, smiling, then turned around to put the olives inside a small container while Carol huffed, trying to pretend she was mad. The Russian woman had just grabbed the knife again when she realized how domestic it all seemed. Carol watching her cook, opening a freaking jar for her, laughing at her lame jokes and just being there with her soft smile. And Natasha was cooking for her. And she thought about a dish that the woman would like, and she wanted to make small talk, and she wanted to find out everything about Carol Danvers.

Because she liked her.

As soon as that thought crossed her mind, the knife descended to cut the onion, finding her finger instead.

“Fuck,” Natasha hissed, letting go of the knife and the onion out of instinct as she took a step back to take a look at the damage.

Before she could, however, Carol jumped from the counter and was standing in front of her so fast that Natasha barely noticed her move. “Let me see,” the woman demanded, all joy gone from her voice.

She held Natasha’s wrist gently, praying for her to let her see, and the redhead didn’t have to think much before letting the woman take her already bloody hand in her own. The cut on her index finger wasn’t that deep, but blood was running freely from it and the burning she felt couldn’t be ignored. Carol tried to look at it for a while, but the blood didn’t let her assemble how bad it was, so she pulled Natasha towards the sink carefully, where she turned the faucet on and put Natasha’s finger under the running water.

“Sorry,” Carol mumbled when the other woman hissed again. “Just making sure you didn’t cut anything important.”

Natasha bit her bottom lip to stop herself from replying, deciding it was better not to try to fight the worried Carol since it didn’t do her any good the other times she tried. Carol only relaxed when the blood cleaned enough for her to see that Natasha hadn’t accidentally almost chopped her finger off and that it wasn’t so bad that she would need stitches. She actually sighed in relief and her shoulders relaxed so visibly that Natasha stared at her with her eyebrows raised.

“It won’t stop bleeding until we hold something on it,” Carol said after a while, already looking around to find something she could use. She finally saw the paper towel at a reaching distance, which she promptly grabbed to take a few from the roll. She took Natasha’s hand from the water and wrapped her finger with the paper towel, holding it tightly. “Come on, let’s make a bandage.”

“There’s no need for that,” Natasha stopped her before she could start pulling her towards the bathroom. “It will stop in a few minutes.”

“It could get infected,” the blonde argued.

Natasha looked at her with both brows raised high. “I thought you forgot how to take care of wounds.”

When Carol’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, Natasha just knew her answer would mean something. “I made some research,” she mumbled under her breath before giving Natasha’s arm a gentle pull. “Come on, let’s at least put a band-aid at it. Humor me,” she added when she noticed the other woman was about to deny it again.

It was perhaps the way her lips curled up again, but Natasha found herself agreeing with that even if she thought it was ridiculous. They walked to the bathroom where Carol grabbed the first aid kit that she knew was there, all while Natasha watched her moves carefully as if she was trying to understand something or crack one of the difficult codes she used to hack computers with. Carol tried not to pay attention to that while she grabbed something to clean the wound first.

“That’s the fourth time you bleed in my presence. I’m starting to pick up a pattern,” Carol joked to break the sudden heavy mood that fell on the room.

“Is that why you made research?” Natasha asked quickly.

Carol opened and closed her mouth a few times, clearly not sure how to respond to that, until she sighed and shrugged. She took the bloody paper towel from Natasha’s finger to put it under water again while she put the antiseptic on the cotton. “Well, I just thought it wouldn’t hurt to know a few things. I mean, I knew, I just had to remember. It has been a while since I needed stitches or a bandage.” She paused then, refusing to take her eyes away from the injured finger. “Humans are very… vulnerable.”

The last sentence was said in a whisper and Natasha wasn’t sure if she was supposed to hear that or not. She did, however, she had no idea how to reply to that. It wasn’t exactly what Carol said, but how she said it. Natasha knew from her late-night conversations with Carol over the chessboard that the blonde could only worry about the safety of her family while she was away in space, so she could assume that the superhero wasn’t talking only about herself getting constantly injured while Carol was around. Even so, it did seem like she was. Natasha averted looking at the other woman’s face when her stomach churned and it was only then that she realized Carol’s hands started to shake at some point.

“I’m going to be fine,” Natasha said. “It’s just a small cut, you know?”

When Carol looked up, Natasha offered her a smile that was equally reassuring and amused. The blonde held her breath for a second before she chuckled and turned to grab a band-aid. “Sorry. Guess I’m still a little shaken after taking you to the hospital,” she teased while placing the band-aid in the right place. “There you go. I’m not a doctor, but I think it’s safe to say you’re going to be just fine.”

“I told you so,” the Russian declared without removing her hand from Carol’s grasp. “You didn’t need to worry.”

“But I do.” Carol frowned and looked down. “I know you’re a very strong, capable woman that could probably kick my ass if you want to, but…”

Natasha waited for the rest of the sentence, but it never came. Instead, Carol brushed her finger over the band-aid. The shorter woman followed the movement with her eyes before she raised them to look at the woman standing in front of her. She wouldn’t be able to explain what possessed her to do it, but Natasha suddenly leaned forward. The tip of her nose brushed against Carol’s and she gave the woman enough time to stop her if she wished. Carol didn’t and she understood that as a sign that it was okay to keep going.

Their lips met in a soft touch that made Carol gasp. Natasha smiled into the kiss when she heard it and the smile quickly became a giggle, a sound that the redhead didn't make very often. Carol ended up laughing as well and their lips parted. Feeling giddy with the sudden feeling that rushed through her body, Natasha turned her head enough to rest her forehead against Carol’s shoulder. The blonde curled her strong arms around her waist, pulling their bodies closer, and Natasha felt the woman’s chest vibrate with another quiet laugh.

"It took you long enough to do that," Carol whispered.

Natasha felt her face heating up. "Why was I the one that needed to make a move, huh?"

"Because I didn't want to be punched in the face, that's why," the superhero replied.

Natasha sighed then and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to figure out everything that had happened, but her mind was immediately filled with doubts and fears. She couldn’t help but mumble: "What are we doing?"

Carol delicately nudged Natasha away so she could look at her face. It was either her bright eyes or the happy smile she was holding, but, whatever it was, Natasha felt some of her worries washing away. "Well, we were making dinner, remember? And I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

"You're right," Natasha replied with a smile of her own. "Let's go back."

They walked back to the kitchen silently. They weren't holding hands and they didn’t kiss again, however, Natasha felt like something major had changed between them. It didn't make her uncomfortable, not even when she noticed Carol stealing glances at her while they walked. It made her grin, though, and she tried to distract herself by picking up the knife on the counter again.

"No, no, no," Carol stopped her quickly, taking the knife from her hand and nudging her to the side. "You need to take care of that finger of yours. I can handle it."

Natasha arched one eyebrow at her and placed both hands on her waist. "Not to be a jerk, but I don't think you can."

Carol laughed loudly this time. "I can!" She insisted, nodding. "Just give me the instructions and I will make it work."

"Please, don't destroy our kitchen," Natasha pleaded as she took a step back. To be fair, she was sure they would end up eating instant noodles because Carol wouldn’t be able to make anything, but she thought it would at least be fun to watch.

So, getting ready for the show, Natasha placed both hands on the counter behind her and pushed herself up, sitting in the same place Carol was before. For the next hour or so, she explained step-by-step the recipe to the blonde all while trying to make sure the entire compound wouldn’t be blown away.

"Taste it," Carol asked, coming closer to her with a spoon in her hand, putting the other hand beneath to make sure it wouldn’t fall on the floor.

Natasha let the woman put the spoon inside her mouth and felt a blush rising from her neck when Carol placed a hand against her tight, watching her expectantly for the verdict. "This is not bad," the redhead declared after a few seconds. "But it needs more parsley," she added.

"On it!" Carol exclaimed, already meaning to turn around to chop more of the parsley that was left, but Natasha quickly stopped her by wrapping her legs around the woman’s hips. Carol froze for a second, wide eyes and open mouth. "Oh."

Natasha only smiled when she put her hand on the back of Carol's neck to lean her in for their second kiss. It lasted longer than the first one, enough so that Carol found a place standing between Natasha’s leg to stay while both of her hands rest on the woman’s thighs, at the same time her lips seemed to tingle in excitement. Natasha kept her hand on Carol’s neck and her other arm thrown over her shoulder lazily, but her ankles crossed behind the blonde and her heart was beating way faster than it should be.

Now, Natasha wasn’t the romantic type. She didn’t believe in the type of love that could move mountains and oceans. Neither did she believe in kisses that made someone see stars behind her eyes. She did, however, felt her entire body buzz with something while her lips danced with Carol’s, the shiver that ran down her spine when their tongues met and the warmth getting lower into her body as Carol’s hands started moving forward.

It made Natasha think why on Earth it took so long for that to happen. She couldn’t remember why she had tried to keep her distance from Carol, why she was scared to feel anything when she saw the woman laughing across the chessboard, why she was trying to run away. It was hard to remember any of that when, at that moment, all she wanted was to get closer. Closer and closer and closer.

The tip of Carol’s hands had just touched the inside of her thigh when Steve’s deep voice was heard all across the compound and the two of them jumped apart so fast that it was like they burned each other. Natasha jumped from the counter while rubbing at her lips with the back of her hand, even if Carol wasn’t wearing any lipstick for it to be smeared all over her face. She didn’t allow the blonde to say anything, though, because she turned around and left the kitchen so fast that she nearly bumped into Bruce on her way out.

 

[...]

It was a bad idea.

Terrible.

She made a list, which sounded a bit idiotic of her, but it helped her to think more clearly.

Well, it became quite clear that it was a terrible idea.

For one, Carol traveled a lot. Which, okay, fair, it was a stupid reason because all of them traveled a lot, to be fair, but they traveled on Earth. Carol took her spaceship - or whatever she wanted to call it - and she flew across the galaxy jumping from one planet to another. She had been doing that for decades. She was barely on Earth at all, which made her constant presence at the compound the last months ever weirder, but that part didn’t make it to the final list.

Carol was also old. Well, that wasn’t the problem per se because Carol didn’t look a day older than thirty, and that was the thing. Carol wasn’t a normal human, not anymore. She didn’t age like everyone else. It would come a time when Carol would still be young and energetic while all of them - except for Thor - would be all wrinkled and grumpy.

And, fine, those were the only things Natasha could think to put on the cons list, but they were big deals. Huge, she reasoned with herself. Which meant that she ignored Carol for the next two days like she had an alien plague or something. She moved out of the way, she avoided being in the same room as her, she stayed more time inside her room and she didn’t wander into the training room because she knew that’s where Carol spent most of her days. Instead, Natasha locked herself inside the computers room with Tony and tried to think about anything else.

It, of course, didn’t explain why, on the third day, she found herself walking angrily toward an oblivious Carol standing across the yard while putting a few things inside her ship.

“What are you doing?!” Natasha exclaimed, still several feet away, which made the other woman jump a bit in surprise.

“Uh-” Carol looked around in confusion as she watched the shorter woman striking at her like a very, very, very, angry train. “Putting clean socks inside the-”

“Why?” Natasha interrupted her as she finally stopped in front of the woman.

Carol glanced at her, then back to the socks she had in her hands, before setting on Natasha again. “Because all the other ones are dirty?”

Natasha huffed. “So, you’re leaving?”

“Well, I suppose,” the blonde answered hesitantly.

“That’s great,” the Russian sarcastically scoffed. “That’s exactly what I was avoiding before.”

“What?”

“This!” She motioned with her hands at Carol. “All of this!”

Carol looked down at herself in such an innocent way that Natasha felt her heart pang inside her chest. When she looked up again, Carol had a frown and clear confusion written all over her face. “I’m sorry, Nat. I don’t understand.”

“You’re leaving.” Natasha very suddenly lost all fight inside herself. Her shoulders dropped, as did her voice, and she looked up at Carol so lost that the blonde took a step toward her. “You’re leaving,” she repeated in a whisper.

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” Carol confessed equally quietly.

“Why would I want that?”

“Because you have been avoiding me for days now.” The superhero raised one eyebrow in questioning. “I thought you wanted me to be gone.”

Natasha sighed heavily and raised her hands to grab a handful of Carol’s suit. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to push the woman away or pull her close, and, in the end, she did both. “I don’t want that.”

“What do you want, then?” She didn’t get a reply. All the redhead did was shake her head and look down, which made Carol take a deep breath before gently placing her fingers under Natasha’s chin to make her look back up. “Nat…”

“I can’t ask you to stay,” the woman admitted with sorrow clear in her voice. It made Carol’s heart break into small little pieces. “I can’t ask that from you. It would be selfish of me, because you love the space. You’re the Space Cadet.” She said the last line with a small smile.

“I can’t ask you to go with me,” Carol replied. “Your family is here.”

“But do you?” Natasha looked up with her eyes shining with what appeared to be tears she refused to drop. “Do you want to ask me to go with you?”

Carol nodded without having to think about it first. “I wouldn’t want anything else,” she declared. “I stayed here because I didn’t want to stay away from you.”

“Why?”

This time, Carol smiled. “Is it too hard for you to believe I just wanted to?”

Natasha sighed and shook her head in exasperation. “Yes because the most exciting things around the last months were you keeping me from bleeding around.”

“You are very frail, you know?” The blonde whispered after a pause and her hand raised to rub at the scar left on Natasha’s shoulder. “You’re powerful and dangerous, but you’re also human. I’m afraid something will happen to you and that I won’t be able to do a single thing about that.”

Maybe that’s what was on Carol’s list, Natasha thought to herself. It made her think if Carol even thought this through before deciding she wanted to spend more time with Natasha because that lead both of them with a lot to lose and not much to be done about it.

“In our world,” Natasha started after she looked too long into Carol’s eyes, “where anything can happen at any time, I think we should all live our lives to the best of it.” She paused to let her words sink in, but also because she was repeating those words inside her head over and over again. “I won’t ask you to stay,” she repeated.

“That’s okay,” Carol replied quietly. “You don’t have to. I’m offering to.”

“And, just so you know, I’m not usually that clumsy.”

Carol chuckled now, curling her arms around Natasha’s waist without a care as to who might see them. “That's a relief to hear, actually. If we’re making confessions, you should know I snore.”

Natasha’s laugh filled the space around them and Carol was sure she made the right decision.

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Wingwoman Carol Danvers x Carol Danvers (mentions of Carol x Maria) Wordcount: ~2800 Warnings: fluff, smut, first time, experimentation, prequel, one night stand, carol is a bicurious mess, selfcest

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Carol had joined Project Pegasus not knowing much about the organization, but she knew they had the fastest planes and were eager for new recruits not afraid to try out experimental tech. Carol couldn't sign up fast-enough when given the chance.

And it was... fine. The gear was top-notch and her fellow recruits were just as hot-headed as she was, which was nice. Carol had hoped that this type of fast-paced environment would finally make her happy, and it did, for a time. But just as she had felt in school, and in college, and in every circle she had entered before in life, the pain was there. Like a splintering in the back of her soul. Like she wasn't who she wanted to be.

Carol pretended like she didn't know where the emotion came from, but she was smart enough to make an educated guess. She knew the pain swelled the most after she hooked up with guys; the experiences left her feeling fake and empty, without fail, and yet she convinced herself the problem was always with the men being substandard. "Never my type," she'd joke with her friends, like Maria Rambeau, her fellow recruit.

The emotions around Maria were different. A dull type of ache, like Carol had felt before around any amazing woman that she had befriended over the years. These moments always left her feeling unfulfilled, untapped. Like she wasn't living up to her potential.

Pegasus offered plenty of distraction. Carol buried herself in the work.

She had only been with the program for four months before they approached her for something that her handler deemed "out of the ordinary." It was called Wingman. The US government had been working on technology to create quantum duplicates of their pilots to allow for seamless synchronous coordination during flight patterns.

Carol brushed off a lot of the jargon. In fact, she brushed off a lot of everything: the ethical ramifications, the risk of strain on her body and mind, and even several long disclaimers about side-effects (including death) if the quantum cloning were to go haywire. She just wanted to take on new risks and move up in the ranks quickly. She nodded, signed the dotted line, and asked for her orders.

By next morning, there were two of her.

"Holy shit." "Holy shit." They both spoke unison from across the small room; their appearance was identical, down to the stitching on their uniforms. Like a true reflection in a mirror, they removed their aviator glasses and approached for a better look. They were perfectly and completely identical.

Their handler explained what to expect: that the two would be monitored closely, both during training exercises and just around the base if they ever interacted. They would have separate — albeit, identical — living quarters. They would both respond to "Carol" or "Private Danvers" if asked.

"She doesn't get a different name," one Carol asked, gesturing to the clone.

"I was about to ask that," the other huffed and crossed her arms. "But I agree, won't that get confusing?"

The protocol was clear: since they were both Carol Danvers, down to every micron, they both maintained equal claim to the identity. It might be confusing, but it was what she signed up for.

Carol didn't like it one bit.

They never really... spoke, at all. Over the next week, they were in plenty of joint meetings and briefing sessions. When they were assigned to run drills together and fly in formation, they did so masterfully. The two were on a flawlessly matched wavelength, anticipating each other's movement and intentions without the need to check-in, brainstorm, or question motives. The brass was impressed.

And Carol found herself confused, mostly. She tried to talk to Maria and process her feelings. "I think I'm too competitive," she struggled to voice the words. "I don't like seeing another person as good as I am, I guess."

Maria just laughed. "Yeah, the other Carol told me that yesterday."

Fuck. She couldn't even talk to her closest friends without feeling far-too-evenly-matched with the double. It didn't help that every time she spotted the other Carol around base that she'd stare idly in her direction, only to avert her gaze the moment the clone saw her looking. Carol tried not to cast blame, though, since it wasn't uncommon for Carol to catch the other woman staring back at her, too. It was just bizarre to look at herself from the outside; clearly she and the clone were both transfixed by the out-of-body experience. They never talked about it. They'd just steal glances whenever the chance allowed, knowing full well that the other Carol was guiltily doing the same.

Why she was so fascinated with the other Carol confounded her. She had seen her body in the mirror perhaps tens of thousands of times; but she never leered like this, though. Maybe it was the competitiveness, or the jealousy. Carol found herself thinking, in rare moments, that she was impressed by her double — the way she carried herself around her peers. How good she looked from certain angles. Despite the envy, it was a confidence boost to be sure, seeing herself as the world saw her. She could only assume that was why the other Carol stared, too.

The cycle lasted for a full month: jealousy, observation, confusion, competition, obsession. Carol couldn’t tell if she hated the other woman, or if she had just become disoriented by the constant presence of “another her” in her life. One evening, it finally felt like too much. She needed to clear her head, but being under constant surveillance by the Wingman observers made it tough to get any alone time. She snuck out the rear of her dorm, triple-checking to make sure she was undetected, before trekking the short quarter-mile down the road to the local pub.

The walk was nice. Carol could make due in just a her bomber jacket and jeans, plus a baseball cap that she convinced herself made her appear less conspicuous. It was late by the time she reached the bar, but still a few hours from closing time. Still, she was pleased to find it mostly empty — precisely the vibe she was hoping for to collect her thoughts.

Except for one person, sitting in her favorite booth, with blonde shoulder-length hair and a ratty baseball cap, wearing a bomber jacket that matched Carol's down to every detail. She felt almost betrayed that her double would dare come here on the same night that Carol had craved some time alone.

She sighed, and tried to dispel the resentment. Of course the other Carol would need to clear her mind too, and of course she would pick that booth, in this bar, on this evening. They truly did share a brain.

They had already made eye contact. Carol nodded cordially, and from across the bar, the other Carol did the same.

“It would be weird for me to not go say hi,” Carol muttered to herself. “We’re the only two goddamn people here.”

Wordlessly, uncomfortably, Carol walked over. The double gestured if she wanted to take a seat.

"Thanks," Carol spoke flatly.

"Don't mention it," the double replied. "We're the only two goddamn people here. It would have been weird for us to take two separate booths."

Carol laughed. "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing."

They tried to talk. Ordering beers helped — two hazy double IPAs. "Good taste," Carol quipped, and the double agreed.

"It's weird, seeing you — sorry if that sounds harsh, I just wanted to get it out of the way. And I'm sorry I've been such a bitch to you."

Carol agreed with every word. She made that much clear. "Why do you think it is, that we kind of can't stand each other?"

Carol shrugged. Their beers came and they both took long, healthy sips in silence.

She decided to state the obvious: "We're competitive. We probably should have realized that before allowing the US Military to create another pilot equally as talented as us," she smirked. And then dove deeper. "And I'm sure we stare at each other because it's tough to grapple with the sense that we're impressed by each other." She took another sip of her drink.

"Really? I stare cause I think you're hot."

Carol almost coughed up her beer.

"Sorry, I had to—" The other couldn't stop laughing. "I'm just messing with you."

"I know," Carol was wiping up her spill, smiling. "You got me. Although," she shrugged. "If we're being honest..."

The other Carol shrugged too. "Yeah, I know." For the first time, they were admitting to themselves the silly, unavoidable truth to the matter. They did think they were hot. Odd how she had never put that together until now. "Nice to finally admit that to ourselves, in a way. And I'll take the flattery."

"Likewise, hot stuff," Carol offered a cheers with her beer. "Just a bit of really healthy narcissism."

"That, and..." the other raised her eyebrows. "I suppose if it's just us Carol's here, why keep lying to ourselves?"

"I see your point," the other nodded. She had never said it out loud. Christ, she had never even admitted it to herself in secret. But with this other Carol eyeing her, egging her on, she wanted to say it once and for all. "Since we probably like girls."

"Bingo," the other nodded. "Feels nice to finally say it."

"It does," they took another sip. "Kind of fucked up that our first legit girl crush is on ourselves."

"We like Maria too though, right?"

"Oh for sure, damn that's fun to finally admit out loud. She's gorgeous."

"Ain't that the truth."

The night went on, the beers kept flowing. It felt so, so good to finally say these things out loud to another living soul, even if it did happen to be Carol's exact copy. They talked about all the women over the years who they had liked; all the men over the years who they didn't; all the times that they had felt the hollow, inexplicable pain of being incomplete, and finally realizing that it stemmed from never being honest with herself about who she was.

"Okay, tell me," Carol took a deep sip. She was feeling tipsy. "Best ass on a woman?"

"Oh man," Carol wracked her brain, digging through her memories. "Probably that bartender in Reno—"

"Christ, yes!" Carol beamed. "We fantasized about her for like, a full year! Although she might be just second place to me—"

"Who else?"

Carol just nodded. "I think we take the cake, my dear."

They burst out laughing, nodding, agreeing that it was impossibly hilarious that they found their own ass to be out of this world. They ran down the list: tits, lips, eyes, all the parts of their body they could finally admit they found attractive in themselves.

"Christ, we're exactly our type."

"So much for healthy narcissism, Carol Danvers," the other teased. "This borders on pathological."

After two more beers, it was closing time. They agreed to split the tab — very tongue-in-cheek, after they realized they shared a bank account — before making the walk home slowly. They talked more about girls, about Maria, about sex, about relationships. Carol had never been this open with anyone. Ever.

By the time they reached base, it felt obvious to both Carols that they still had energy to chat. One Carol's dorm was significantly closer, so it wasn't much of a discussion; they both snuck in the back, giggling like school girls.

"Another beer?" The host Carol asked once inside, not really needing to hear a reply before assuming the answer and heading to the fridge.

"It's so weird," the other Carol looked around. "Everything here is the same as mine — even the dishes on the counter. Damn we really are wired the exact same up there," she said in awe, flipping her cap backwards and running her hands through her hair. "And yes to the beer." She leaned back against the kitchen island and felt her gaze drifting over her clone, grabbing two beers from the bottom of the fridge. "Damn, I'm hot," Carol whispered, biting her lip. "So do I have to play coy about checking you out, now?"

"Definitely not," the other Carol looked over her shoulder. "I was giving you a show."

"I'm such a bitch," Carol laughed and approached the other woman. She knew full well that if their roles were switched, she would have been just as much of a tease. It wasn't often that she had her buttons pushed this effectively. She liked it. "Come on," she reached out to grab the other Carol by her jacket, pulling her away from the fridge. Her competitive edge was showing. "If it's just us Carols here, I should let you finally get what we really want—" She took a hold of the other Carol's wrists and brought them to her waist, wrapping them around to her backside. "Why just stop at looking?"

The other Carol laughed. The tangle of hands and legs was clumsy, and both Carols being four beers deep didn't help much, either. "Fucking finally," she joked, not holding back her hands from grabbing and smacking her twin's ass. "And it lives up to the hype." They pulled each other close, laughing, teasing, touching playfully, stumbling around the apartment and vying for dominance and the best-possible angle for attack. It only took a few seconds of frivolity for the two to grow out of breath, needing to pause to collect themselves — and finally realizing how closely they were standing.

"Do you..." One finally whispered. Her eyes darted down to the other Carol's lips. "Do you have any... reservations, I guess?"

The other shook her head. "No," she whispered back. They weren't speaking everything out loud — there was no need, after all. Despite their newfound comfort, they didn't quite want to put into words how deep the attraction went. How nice and warm they felt in each other's presence. How natural it felt to touch each other. She reached up to take the other Carol's cap off her head and toss it to the floor before moving her hands down to her waist and slowly, sweetly leaning in.

They took their time. Each brought their hands to the other's ribcage and gripped tight.

"I'm nervous," one whispered against the other's lips.

"Me too."

Their kiss was soft and gentle, both scared about letting go — letting themselves want this type of intimacy with another woman. But they did: they craved it, and it felt electric.

Before long, Carol had pinned her other self against the wall, kissing her with deep, wet, synchronous moves of her mouth and tongue. "Harder," she panted into her twin's lips. "Faster, baby. Please." The other woman had brought her hands back down to Carol's ass, pulling them close, forcing friction to their hips as they ground against each other. Carol meanwhile had slid her hands upward to grip the other woman's chest — "You're missing out," she cooed. "Christ we have amazing tits."

Neither was holding back by the time they collapsed to the sofa; jackets had been long-since stripped off and jeans in the process of being unbuckled and slid down to their ankles. One Carol finished first and sat back to watch the other remove her final articles of clothing. She slipped a hand into her panties, licking her lips and staring up at the other body. "I'm so fucking hot," she moaned.

The other smiled, leaping onto her, attacking her mouth again. It wasn't long before she took control — "You're mine," she purred before pulling the other's body against her. She had wrapped one hand around the front of the other woman, and one hand around the back, giving both access to Carol's pussy from both angles. Her mouth, meanwhile, had enveloped Carol's breast, her teeth and tongue and lips trading off in rapid circle's around the other woman's nipple. She enjoyed making Carol scream her own name in ecstasy.

By the time the two exhausted all their energy and fulfilled all their desires, it was into the early morning. The sun was peaking through the corner of Carol's blinds. They had tried to fall asleep hours ago, changing into pajamas, only to find themselves again on the sofa with insatiable appetites. The two panted, heavy, sweaty, entwined in each other's arms.

"I think we do like girls," Carol joked. The other laughed and kissed her temple.

"Or," she teased, "We just like ourselves. But probably the latter."

"You think we'll get discharged for this?"

"Nah," she shrugged, letting her hands roam across Carol's shoulders and neckline, down to the curve of her breasts. "But they won't be too happy, I'm sure. I do think we should both call in sick today."

Carol nodded and kissed the other woman. "I agree, although..." She trailed off.

"What?"

"I am really excited to fly with you again."

[nattyromanoff2005]

Hey everyone!! I have been reading a lot of stories on this app for a while now and i have been wanting to try and write for myself.

So if enyone has any advise for me or a requests that they want to read please let me know!!

I do wanna say that English isn't my main language so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

The people I wanna start writing for are:

People: Scarlett Johansson Brie Larson Jenna Ortega Maya Hawke Katie McGrath Alycia Debnam-Carey

Characters: Natasha Romanoff Lena Luthor Robin Buckley Carol Danvers Wednesday Addams

If there is anyone else you want me to write about just request them, I'll see if I can do it.

[oizysian]

I. VICTORY ROYALE

All Eyes on Me masterlist

Word count: 1.7k

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"You're kidding. Brie Larson? The Brie Larson? The Oscar winner Brie Larson? CAPTAIN MARVEL Brie Larson?!"

"Yes, yes, yes - a million times yes." I laughed as my best friend went on and on about my big news that I finally had the time to tell her about. "That Brie Larson."

"No way." She was quiet for a moment. "And I wasn't mentioned in the tweet at all?"

I felt bad for Claire. We had a joint Twitch channel together and we also had our own separate ones. I had been working on my channel longer than she had so I had more time to grow, and it seemed that my hard work was paying off and I was starting to leave her behind.

"No," I answered sadly. "But that doesn't mean you can't join in." I tried to be optimistic about it, hating that my best friend in the whole wide world was upset.

"Nah, I'm better off just watching the stream. But," I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was smiling. "Do you think she could hook me up with one of her celebrity friends? Maybe Scarlett Johansson?"

"I doubt that. Plus, she's got two kids now. Are you really ready for that responsibility?"

"Yeah, no, nevermind." She laughed. "Well, what about that Olsen girl you've got a crush on?"

"No, you cannot have Lizzie." I replied quickly.

"Oh no? You called dibs?"

"I think her husband already did that." I couldn't even pretend to hide my disappointment.

"Pfft. Husband or not, you've got dibs."

This wasn't exactly a conversation I wanted to have, especially when I was about to make a connection to someone so close to her.

"Whatever. Maybe she'll hook you up with one of the new Marvel girls; Florence or Hailee."

"Oh hell yes, Hailee for sure."

"If it gets you off my back about my crush on Lizzie, I'll talk to her for you." I chuckled, knowing very well I would do no such thing.

"Yeah, right. I know you too well to believe that."

"Worth a shot." I shrugged to myself, checking the time before mentally cursing myself. "Shit, I gotta go. The stream is in a few hours and I still gotta get things set up with Brie."

"Well, okay. Good luck and I'll be watching so don't say anything stupid!"

"Same to you. I know you'll be active in the chat."

"Damn right. Later."

I shut off my game and took off my headset, sighing as I got up and made my way over to my computer. I had a lot of work to do before the stream, mostly setting up Brie's camera and microphone so that she could be seen and heard while we played.

I was still in awe of the fact that I was going to be hosting a live charity stream with a celebrity. It was scary and surreal and I couldn't pretend that I didn't get a heady rush from it. I made all of this happen. I was finally someone. My past be damned.

I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn't even realize nearly two hours had passed, and that I had multiple notifications on my phone, the most recent one being from Brie.

"Shit." I muttered to myself, loading up Discord on my computer and video calling my new friend.

We had been texting nearly every day since I sent her the message with all the charity information, but we had never spoken, so this would be our first time face to face.

She answered the call quickly, her face popping up on my screen, taking me by surprise. She looked so down to earth, but still beautiful in a casual outfit and her hair up in a messy bun.

"Hey, Y/N." She greeted me with a bright smile and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Hey, hi, Brie." I finally spoke, my cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment at my nervousness.

"You ready for our twenty-four hour stream?"

"Twenty-four hours?" I laughed. "Maybe twelve. I'm not sure about twenty-four."

"Aw, c'mon. It's for charity."

We spoke for a while before getting ourselves hyped up to start the stream. Once we decided on a game and double checked that all the stream settings were perfect, we went live.

@y/n_gaymergod LIVE 🔴 with @brielarson raising money for The Trevor Project!

We decided on Fortnite, a game she was familiar with and one that I was pretty rusty in, which made me a bit nervous due to the fact that my character skin was Scarlet Witch - someone she knew. I loaded up the game and invited her, ready for the influx of comments mentioning my big, embarrassing crush on Elizabeth Olsen.

She joined my game and I silently watched her reaction. Nothing. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and turned my attention to the chat.

"Hi, everyone! We just got started and already we've got $15 donated! We didn't even start playing yet." Both Brie and I laughed, interacting with the chat as we started up a game of duos.

y/n is playing as the love of her life

big gay crush on fruity lizzie

y/n your gay is showing

I blushed a fierce red as I read the comments, hoping Brie didn't notice. It seemed that she was too busy trying to snipe some guys from across the map to pay any attention to the chat at the moment, which I was insanely grateful for.

"Nice shot, Y/N!" She exclaimed as I saved her from being downed.

"Thanks. You're not too bad yourself, Larson."

She smirked at me and I dropped some items for her in-game so she could recover from the fight we were just in.

was that flirting

y/n don't cheat on lizzie

y/n is flirting with brie larson i cant even

what about ur waifu for laifu lizzie y/n?

I ignored them.

"We've got this dub for sure." I assured her and she nodded and started cheering us on as we ran through the storm.

"Number one victory royale, baby!" She yelled as she ran into an unsuspecting duo, blasting them both with her shotgun.

Our first win of the stream done, we returned our attention to the chat and donations, now having received nearly $130.

"Wow, guys!" I couldn't believe it. "We're doing great so far. And we got a win! This is going really well." I directed the last part to Brie and she smiled, nodding at me.

A large donation flashed on the screen and my jaw dropped at the message attached to it.

"Brie, introduce Y/N to Elizabeth Olsen. She's in love with her."

I could feel my cheeks burning, tears building up in my eyes as she, obviously, read it. I was so fucking embarrassed.

"Thank you for the donation, but please don't say things like that again." I swallowed roughly. "We respect Elizabeth's marriage in this house." I tried to joke, the hurt surely evident in my voice.

Brie looked at me through the screen with an expression I couldn't quite identify before speaking again.

"I could make that happen."

My eyes went wide, my attention completely gone from the game and on my new friend. I got myself shot at and I cursed under my breath, trying to recover from the assault we were currently under.

"If we win this game, I'll see what I can do."

"Brie ..." I started to speak before she cut me off.

"You've gotta get more kills to catch up to me, Y/N. Keep up." She gave me a crooked smile, probably realizing that by saying that the chat would lay off me about it.

I made a mental note to thank her later, pushing down my awkward feelings from the chat and the last donor and focusing completely on the game. Even if it was just talk, I was determined to win.

Which we did. And many more after that.

We streamed for nearly twenty hours, with small breaks in between. We played a few different games and even played with viewers for a while. Our final donation total was a whopping $5,450, which surprised the hell out of me, but I was proud of our efforts. We did really, really good.

"So, about meeting Elizabeth." Brie started as we sat in a video call after the stream, just chilling and talking about how much fun we had.

"Brie, don't worry about that. My chat often busts my balls like that trying to embarrass me."

"It seems like they care about you." I was silent. "It sounds like you admire her."

"I just think she's cool, that's all. She seems like a nice person." I tried to cover my ass, but I'm sure I was very transparent.

"She is a nice person, and I think she'll like you a lot." She looked down at her phone for a few minutes before looking back up at me. "There's going to be an invite only party in LA in a few days celebrating the release of the new Doctor Strange movie."

I swallowed roughly, listening to her with bated breath.

"I want you to come with me as my plus one."

"I'm in New York, not LA, Brie."

"We can fix that. We have time to get you a flight and hotel."

I bit my lip in thought.

"Would it really be okay?" My voice was small and unsure.

She smiled brightly at me.

"Yes, of course it would! It's gonna be so exciting to hang out together in person."

I smiled, now excited myself and nodded in response.

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll come visit you and we can party and we can even record some of it for your YouTube channel if you want and -"

"Y/N, breathe." She chuckled at my reaction and tried to calm myself down.

"Sorry." I apologized bashfully. "I've never been to LA before."

"Oh no? Maybe I can show you around a bit. I know some really fantastic restaurants that you might like."

"That sounds great, I'm so excited!"

"I can tell." She smiled. "And does any of that excitement have to do with meeting Elizabeth?"

"Psh, no." I lied through my teeth. "I'm excited about spending time with you."

"Mhm. Nice cover."

"It's true! I consider you a good friend, Brie. I think we're gonna have a good time together."

"Me too, Y/N."

•

@oh-thats-cute @marvelwomen-simp

[whoatemyshoe]

Carol Danvers of Earth-838

She knew she should have tried harder to stop Maria from offering to fly the Asis up with Lawson. "If there are lives to save, I will fly the plane." she'd said, despite Carol's protests to take her place instead. "Besides, you owe me for taking that short cut this morning, and I'm way better at flying than you are." she'd winked at Carol.

OR

What if Maria flew the plane instead of Carol, and became Captain Marvel?

Set on Earth-838, borrowing some dialogue from Captain Marvel (2019), and some canon and non canon from Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness (2022) and Wandavision.

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Word count: 3,166

Chapters: 1/1

Relationships: Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau/Monica Rambeau

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Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45252979

[itsnotyouithink]

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[fandomnerd9602]

Jamie / Homelander sits on Y/N's lap...

Jamie: where do you want to go for New Years?

Y/N: and by go, you don't mean fly me there?

Jamie: I have access to Vought's private jet.

Y/N: oh...how do you feel about the Cayman Islands?

Jamie: you just want to see me in a bikini don't you?

Y/n: tell me you're not tempted

Jamie: Cayman islands it is (giggles)

Jamie kisses her beau...

for @kingofthelizardpeople

[cordeliasdarling]

🫶🫶 I love it

Caught Red Handed

GIF by sersi

Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 10

Fury!R, Light angst, Fluff.

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling 💜

Word count: 1.1k

Masterlist | This collection | AO3

Carol enters her ship after another successful mission wanting for nothing more than to relax and rest, until she senses someone else’s presence in her space home.

She walks slowly, pointing one of her lit up fists in a general forward direction, but before she becomes too alarmed, you decide to make your presence known by stepping closer to her.

Once she sees you, her body stops glowing, but her muscles remain just as tense, "I don't like where this is going," she says as she notices your very official uniform and your unwavering posture.

"I haven't even said anything." You tread carefully.

"But you will." She steps into the living room while taking her gloves off. You can only give her a sympathetic look, following behind her and deciding to rip off the bandaid.   "Agent Danvers, you're fired," you state firmly. Even though she knew it was coming, she still makes a pained expression.

"I already apologized, are you sure there is nothing I can do?" she groans in desperation.

"Pleading with me is useless, I’m afraid, I’m just the messenger here."

"Can I at least talk to Fury again?"

You feel a pit in your stomach, "I disabled your comms, and your ship is permanently on manual mode," Carol slumps on the couch with a big sigh, you remain standing on the other side of the room, staring at her, "I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I’m really sorry," you tell her genuinely.

"You should be! This is all because of you," she weakly snarks.

You were waiting for her to bring it up, "Well, you shouldn't have let Fury catch you," you taunt her.

"How was I supposed to know that you're his daughter?" Her tone is aggressive, but it doesn’t carry any venom.

"You never were the sharpest tool in the shed."

"I didn't even know your name then!" she defends herself.

"Oh, wow, maybe don't let him know that."

She side eyes you, "Like you're the epitome of morality."

"I mean, I knew your name," you point out smugly as you walk closer to her.

"Everyone on Earth knows my name."

"Not for long," you take a seat beside her, "you’re still fired."

"I cannot accept this, who's gonna take over my job? Has he thought of that? It's not like any of the Avengers are fit to do it."

You bite your lip, "Monica was interested."

"Really?" she asks in shock.

"It was either her or Kamala, but then Fury said, 'over 21.'" She reminisces for a bit, as much as she trusts her, it would be too dangerous for Monica to do her job.

"Why couldn't he come fire me himself? He doesn't have the time for his most dedicated agent?" There’s a slight acidity in her words.

"He was going to," you concede.

"And?"

"I, uh, insisted on coming myself." Your heart starts beating faster.

Her brows furl, "Why?"

"So I could do this one last time." You grab her by the back of the neck and pull her into a slow, passionate kiss, she leans in for more, but you pull away connecting your forehead with hers as you breathe heavily.

"I hate you," she whispers with a grin on her face.

You shake your head, "You love me."

"Love?" She raises an eyebrow.

"You don't seem to have much else going on, so…" you shrug.

She gently laughs, "You’re gonna be the death of me."

"Get away from her, Danvers." A deep voice comes through the ship, you lazily peck Carol's nose and stand back completely, a knowing smile growing on your face as you turn to look at the source.

"Hi, dad," you greet the hologram.

"I thought you disabled that," Carol asks you.

"I lied," you mumble back.

"So, my ship is still—?"

"Yup," you quickly admit as you turn back to Fury.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you with this," he scolds you, you stand up to meet his gaze properly.

"You gave me the job, now you accept the consequences."

"What do you even see in her?"

"Are you kidding? She's gorgeous!" Carol exclaims proudly, the compliment makes you feel like a giddy high schooler.

"Wasn’t talking to you, Danvers," he clarifies with a stiff jaw.

"Oh, well, it's still true." She remains on her spot on the couch to let you two talk.

"You’re the one who said I should get out more, meet new people," you try to object to your father’s displeasure.

"Yes. New. People. You've known Carol since you were five."

Your lips curl into a huge smirk, "And that's how I know she's the hottest woman I've ever met."

"Stop being disgusting," he rolls his eye, making you chuckle, "did you do it?" He proceeds with the conversation.

"Yes."

"Then, what are you waiting for? Get back here."

You’re about to oblige when a sudden burst of confidence takes over you, "No."

"What did you say to me?" He is startled by your stunt.

"I said no."

He squints his eye daringly, "I am your boss and your father, when I give you an instruction, you follow it immediately."

"Or what?" You cross your arms defiantly.

"Do not challenge me, young lady!"

Your tough expression melts into a softer one, "Dad, I love you, but I’m not twelve anymore, you have to let me be my own person."

"Yeah, let her be a person, Fury," Carol repeats provokingly.

"Don’t help me," he growls.

In an instant, she realizes, "You just had me fired, I don't have to listen to you anymore," she smiles, Fury is offended by her words, "but, as a friend, I'll tell you what I’m gonna do," she stands up behind you and protectively wraps an arm around your waist, "I am going to hang up this call and let your daughter disable my communications system, I’m gonna take her on a date, probably stargazing, then, I’m gonna make her dinner, we'll have some fun, and afterwards we'll go to sleep together, sound good? Good, bye!" And with that, she ends the call.

You remain frozen in place for a few seconds, "A date?" you repeat tentatively.

"If you’ll have me."

"That sounds nice."

"Wait until you see what I have planned after dinner." She shoots you a wink that makes you blush.

"I can't believe we just did that."

"I can't believe he fired me." Carol is still outraged on the inside.

"Don’t worry about it, give him two weeks to realize literally no one in the universe can fill your shoes and he'll come back begging," you turn to her and wrap your arms around her neck, "as for me, though, I think I’m gonna have to take refuge here, indefinitely."

Your exaggeration makes her giggle, "You’re always welcome to stay with me."

"Thanks." You stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment.

"I love you."

"You do?" you gasp.

"Mhmm, aren't you gonna say it back?" She’s smiling so big, the corners of her eyes wrinkle.

"I love you too."

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

I Wanna Believe (that we're a masterpiece)

Read on AO3

Pairing: Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanov

Tags: Romance; Alternative Universe; Endgame Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanov; Love Confessions; Idiots in love; Figts; Natasha Romanov needs a hug; Protective Carol Danvers.

Sumary: Natasha seems to be unable to take care of herself, so Carol decides she will be the one to do that.

or

Four times Natasha gets physically injured and one time she almost got her heart broken.

Words: 6,993

[marvels-meme]

My honest review of The Marvels (2023):

6/10

I really don't want to be negative about this movie, but I really don't think this movie was great. I enjoyed it, but I don't think this movie was great.

First of all: the plot structure. Everyone says it is messy, and I didn't understand what they meant until I watched it. It was incredibly rushed - there was no clear structure, and things just happened. Nothing was developed, and when it was developed, it wasn't developed enough. There was no character development in this film, outside of Carol and Monica talking twice, and Carol doing something towards the end.

The beginning was incredibly messy and just felt like random scenes were thrown around. You don't need to see Wandavision, Ms Marvel or Secret Invasion, but that doesn't help. This film desperately needed to be 2 hours and 30 minutes. So much needed developing. So much needed to be done.

Kamala and the Khan's were excellent. Iman Vellani was excellent, and Zenobia Shroff was brilliant as Muneeba Khan.

Brie Larson and Teyonah Parris are doing the best they can, and that best is amazing. But the plot doesn't allow them to act like real people, and their respective characters suffer a lot.

Park Seo Joon as Prince Yan was... eh. He was okay, but Aladna was just... why? The Aladnans were just there.

Zawe Ashton as Dar-Benn was great. Her motivations, plan and acting were great. But again, she suffers from the same problems as Carol and Monica - there is no time to flesh her out. Nevertheless, she remains intimidating and fun to watch.

There's a scene with the flerkens that's executed beautifully. But in the grand scheme of things, they took up valuable screen time that I would have preferred being seen on the characters.

I'm just numb. This movie could have done so much. It didn't. I desperately hope this is a Thor: The Dark World scenario and the 3rd Captain Marvel movie, but I don't trust the MCU with Carol, Monica and Kamala anymore.

At the end of the day, I'm going to keep making memes and fanfic because I love these characters. I love what they can be. I love the people hidden beneath them.

I know why people love this movie, and I absoloutely know why people hate it.

At the end of the day, I just want to rewatch Captain Marvel and Ms Marvel and Wandavision. I want to see Carol act like a character again. I want to see Kamala be where she is strongest. As much as I don't like Wandavisions involvement with Monica, I just want to see Monica have motivations.

6/10 is the highest I can give it. Other than I enjoyed it, I don't know how to describe my feelings towards this movie. I don't want to. Guys, I really tried to love this movie, but I can't.

[beaniebeensbaby201]

DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED (HANGMAN X READER)

A/N: SORRY I have been very busy, and I hadn't been wanting to write in a while. Lately I have been reading many Top Gun fanfics the last few days so I decided to make a mini series. I'll try to update every other day or so.

Summary:

Hailey "Frost" Bradshaw has always known what she wanted to do with her life. To be like her father, to become the best pilot alongside her brother.

When she's called back to Top Gun, everything changes, including her feelings for a certain pilot. Jake "Hangman" Seresin. A cocky, arrogant asshole who knew how to get under her skin. What will happen once the two rekindled and this mission is more dangerous than the other thought? Will they finally admit they're love for one another, or will they still pretend the facade that they're keeping just so they don't hurt each other?

Characters name: Hailey Bradshaw. Her cosign name is Frost.

I'm gonna make a masterlist once chapter two is published. Chapter two will be published tomorrow night. Maybe around ten PM or so, at least for America.

Brie larson is Hailey btw.

CHAPTER ONE

Hailey was with her best friend as they sat in the blue bronco.

"I don't want to see him." Hailey looked over at Bradley, her father told her that Maverick was coming to Top Gun.

Ever since Maverick pulled Rooster's papers, the two have gotten closer. They both despised Maverick for what he's done.

"We'll ignore him, you my love make sure you keep your anger at bay." Bradley glared at Hailey, only for the blonde girl to give him a stern look.

"What about you and Hangman? You two are always at each other's throats." Hailey opened her mouth, as her eyes widened.

"Nothings going on between me and that jackoff. He's a total prick, he just gets on my nerves!" The girl exclaimed, her voice going a higher octave than normal.

Bradley couldn't help but smirk, her face getting red. Whenever she was frustrated she'd always talk with her hands, and she would always babble whenever she didn't like something, or when she was nervous.

"C'mon, let's not hold them up anymore." Rooster said, cutting off the frustrated woman.

Hailey let out a loud groan of annoyance. Her head hitting the dashboard, but obliged and got out of the Ford bronco.

The two entered the hard deck together. In just a few minutes the hard deck will be crowded with men in uniforms, Penny, the admiral's daughter, decided to take over as the new owner. She had owned this bar for a few years now, and it basically became her home whenever she'd visit her Uncle.

Bradley went over to the pool table, Hailey noticed Maverick but she made sure not to make any sort of eye contact. Hailey leaned into Bradley as the two headed over to their friends.

"She looks just like Carole." Maverick asked Penny, as the two adults watched how the two of them were close.

"She also has humor like her father. She has his laugh." Maverick's lip twitched up into a small smile, as he looked at the twins.

"Bagman." Her voice was laced with distastate.

Her and Rooster were the only two with no uniforms on, but in regular outfits.

Hangman was at least a foot taller than her, causing Hailey to crane her neck up in order to look at him. He had the same smirk, she can't recall a moment where she hadn't seen him with that same smirk. It's almost as if he didn't have any other smiles.

"Bradshaw, as I live and breathe." Hailey rolled her eyes at the arrogant, yet hot asshole.

"Bagman, I'm surprised they called you in." Hangman crossed his arms over his chest, getting closer to the girl.

Phoenix was standing next to Rooster.

"How long are they going to keep this up for?" Rooster shrugged, watching his best friend and their enemy in a heated staring contest.

"Well, I am the best sweetheart." Hailey couldn't help but snort.

"You're the best?" Hailey couldn't help but let out a laugh. Maverick couldn't help but look over at them, she did have his laugh.

"You let those around you die, you really think you're the best pilot here?" Even if it was a little harsh, it was true.

"Sooo, anyways. Does anyone know what this special detachment is all about?" Payback asked, wanting to ease the tension in the room.

"A mission, a mission. That doesn't confront me, what I wanna know is the team leader. And which all yall have what it takes to follow me?" The two twins looked at one another, they both knew that Hangman was not going to be the leader of the team. If anything it would be an early death.

"You'd kill us all, Seresin. You don't have what it takes to be a leader, and like I said before, you kill those around you." Her voice was cold, the reason why they called her Frost.

That's the difference between her and her brother. She didn't care about the consequences of her words, or her actions. But she knew how to be safe while breaking the rules like her Uncle Maverick. Hangman himself knew that she was more fit as the leader, but he wouldn't ever admit it out loud.

"Why would they have you as leader? You think you're that great of a pilot, you could admit, you think you're the best. But I feel like if you were the leader we'd just run out." Hailey couldn't help but slap him across the cheek. She let him win, she allowed him to anger her with his words.

"You're a prick." Her voice was low, as she leaned closer to his face. Enough for her to smell the beer that he had just finished on his breath.

A song played in the distance, Hangman still had that smirk plastered across his lips. She wonders if his mouth ever hurted from always being in a smirk, but she didn't bother asking.

"I love this song!" He leaned down to kiss her cheek. She was quick to rub it off and had a disgusted look on her face.

"Ugh, I can't stand him." Phoenix stood next to her, a soft chuckle escaped her lips as she saw her basically rub off her makeup from Jake's lips on her cheek.

Hailey leaves to go to Payback and play some darts where Hangman was. Both Phoenix and her brother looked at the way the two nemesis were.

"I bet you 100 bucks that they'll get together by the end of this mission." Phoenix was the first to speak, knowing that the two were both thinking the same thing.

"Make it 300 pushups." Bradley couldn't help himself. He always found his sister's love life entertaining, especially when it involved the most insufferable man in the world.

"You're on." The two bumped fists as Bradley takes a sip of his half empty bottle of beer.