#Carol Danvers x sibling!reader
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illdowhatiwantthanks · 3 months ago
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Hey! Can I request a Carol Danvers x sibling!reader who has autism and Carol is protective of them?
Hey there, anon! Not sure this is exactly what you were looking for... it's more Carol being big-sisterly than protective exactly, but I'm pleased with how it ended up. Hope you enjoy! –illdowhatiwantthanks
Find Your People
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Carol Danvers x autistic!sibling!reader Warnings: general discussion of homophobia, explicit language (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 1.8k
Summary: You've always struggled with making friends, but you're feeling particularly left out these days. But your old sister, Carol, is back home on break from the Air Force Academy, and she's here to help you feel better.
You stared at the picture on your phone, holding your thumb over it to keep it in place. There was no doubt about what it was–all your friends, together, without you. You tried to rationalize it. Maybe they were doing something they knew you wouldn’t like. Maybe they didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But deep down you knew the truth: it was probably you who made them uncomfortable.
You felt like you should cry, but you never really knew how to. It’s not that you didn’t feel things, exactly, it’s that when you felt something, you just thought about it a lot. You turned it over and over inside of you, like if you just looked hard enough at it, if you just examined it enough, you could figure out why whatever was going on inside you was so different from everyone else.
You heard a knock on your open door and your head shot up. It was your older sister, Carol. She was home for the holidays after her first semester in the Air Force Academy, and she seemed… different. Not in her spirit, not in who she was–that was the same as always. But her body was stronger, leaner, and you could tell that she’d finally found a place where she fit. Where she felt like who she was and what she wanted were good things. Where other people wanted the same things. And, even though you were happy for her, you missed her. And you knew in your heart, she’d never be back. Not in the same way. Not always.
So it’d just be you, alone in this house, in this place. With your mom who acted like it was still the ‘50s. With your dad who was disappointed in how you’d turned out, even though he tried to hide it. Going to Mass on Sunday where you didn’t fit. Going to school during the week where you didn’t fit. And then sitting in your room, “playing” around with your robotics, as your parents called it, instead of making friends.
“Go away, Carol,” you snapped, pulling your knees to your chest and turning away.
“Ouch,” she shot back good-naturedly, coming in and sitting on the edge of your bed. “And this is how you treat a returning war hero?”
“You’re not a war hero, you’re just in pilot training,” you mumbled. “Also, fuck the military. And fuck capitalism.”
“Okay, well…” Carol chuckled and grabbed the side of your head, pulling you in for an awkward hug. “I’m giving Uncle Sam ten years so I can get out of here without drowning in loans, but then I’ll fuck capitalism with you.”
You moved further away from her. All Carol wanted was to get away from here. Away from you.
“You going to the football game tonight?” she asked, running a hand through her hair.
You traced the patterns on your quilt, thinking about the pictures your friends were posting from the stadium. “You know I’m not,” you whispered.
She shrugged. “You could. You know, if you wanted to.”
“No. I can’t.” Your voice was getting louder now, and you felt your face growing red. “It’s too loud, and there are too many people. And nobody wants me there anyway.”
“You don’t know that.”
Now you really felt like you could cry. “Actually, I do.”
You and Carol sat in silence for a few minutes, you picking at the fabric of your quilt and Carol watching you. After a while, Carol hooked her pinky with yours and you sniffed, looking away.
Her voice was quiet now, kind. “You’ll find your people, Y/N. They’re out there.”
“I just…” You sighed and tugged on your earlobe, a nervous tick. “I wish I could be like everyone else. It’s so easy for them to make friends and I… I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. Something’s wrong with me, Carol.”
“Hey,” she said, tilting her head so you had to look her in the eyes. “Nothing is wrong with you. You’re the coolest person I know.”
You seemed unconvinced, so Carol laid it on harder.
“Look, they don’t know what they’re missing out on, okay? I used to think something was wrong with me, too. But I just had to find people who were like me.”
“Really?”
“Really. Why don’t we go out tonight, huh? Just me and you? I want to hang out with you.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re just saying that because you’re my sister.”
“I’m not,” she insisted, dragging you off your bed. “Who else could I talk to about plane mechanics?”
Your face lit up. “You got to see the engines?!”
“I learned all about the engines. Come on, we can go to the diner. I bet no one’s there because they’re all at the game.”
Breakfast for dinner at Pat’s was a tradition for you and Carol. She’d started taking you after she got her driver’s license, to get you out of the house when your parents were fighting. You were old enough now that your parents fighting was old news, but the tradition had stayed alive.
You’d been so many times that the nighttime waitress knew your order. Banana pancakes for you, with extra whipped cream, and the Thursday special for Carol–an English muffin topped with scrambled eggs and cheese with grits and sausage on the side. They always made it for her, even if it wasn’t Thursday.
You cut your pancakes into careful triangles, feeling better already. There wasn’t much that pancakes couldn’t make better. You watched Carol salt and pepper her grits and felt a surge of love for her. She really did like you. She didn’t have to hang out with you, but she did anyway. Carol was your person. And if she’d found people in the Air Force, well, maybe you’d find people somewhere out there, too.
“You found people in the Academy?” you asked her, mumbling through a mouthful of pancake.
“What?”
Oh, right, you thought. Context. “At the Air Force. Did you find your people?”
“Oh, um…” She thought about it for a bit too long. She wasn’t trying to find the answer, you realized. She already had it. She was trying to decide whether or not to share it with you.
“Carol.” She startled and blushed a bit as you stared at her. “I can tell you’re hiding something. I’m not stupid.”
“I don’t think you’re–”
“What happened? Did you get a boyfriend or something, and you’re afraid Mom and Dad will find out? I won’t tell, I promise.”
She bit her lip and exhaled deeply, just watching you. She glanced around the diner, then leaned toward you, her voice low and shaky. “I got… I got a girlfriend.”
“Oh,” you said, the words bouncing around in your skull until they finally sunk in and made sense. “Oh.”
Carol looked worried, almost scared. She was never scared. You didn’t know what to say, how to make her feel not scared. You weren’t good with feelings, even your own. You decided just to treat the revelation of Carol having a girlfriend the way you’d treat the news of her having a boyfriend.
“What’s her name?” you asked.
Carol visibly relaxed and, for just a brief moment, you saw the shine of tears in her eyes, but she knew you better than anyone. Knew that neither you nor her were very comfortable with crying. She beamed at you.
“Maria.”
“Maria what?”
“Maria Rambeau.”
You nodded approvingly, taking another bite of pancake. “That’s a badass name. Is she in the pilot program, too?”
Carol nodded, growing more and more comfortable, even diving back into her bowl of grits. “She’s so strong. Way stronger than me. And smart. And beautiful.”
At these last words, she blushed and looked around, as if afraid of being overhead. And for good reason. Bethany, Massachusetts, was not the place for a girl to like girls. All these small-town people with small-town minds, going to Mass every Sunday just like their parents had and their parents before them. Your father had hit you just once in your life, and it was after you’d said you didn’t believe in God, that the idea of a higher power didn’t make any sense.
You’d kept your religious beliefs, or lack thereof, to yourself since, except with Carol who said you were probably right.
“Can I meet her sometime?” you asked.
“I hope so,” she said, and you could tell by the tenor of her voice that she really meant it. “I think you would like her, and she would like you.”
You wrinkled your nose. “Why?”
Carol shrugged, chewing thoughtfully. “I don’t know exactly. She’s just… she’s a no-bullshit kind of person, you know? Like you. What you see is what you get. You don’t have to guess where you’re at with her. It’s nice. Refreshing.”
After you finished your meal and a long conversation about the particulars of fighter jet engines, Carol left some cash on the counter, and you followed her out to her old pickup truck, clambering into the passenger seat. She paused and looked at you, the key resting in the ignition.
“Y/N?” she asked, her voice hesitant again.
“Yeah?”
“Could you not tell Mom and Dad? About Maria?”
You met her eyes, fully, for the first time that evening. “I would never.”
She nodded, and you waited for her to start the car, but she still just stared into the distance.
“Do you think I’m going to hell?” Her voice was so quiet you almost couldn’t hear it.
“No,” you said bluntly. “I don’t believe in hell.”
At this, she started laughing, out of relief or amusement you didn’t know.
“Even if I did,” you continued as she started the car and peeled out of the parking lot. “Loving someone seems like a stupid thing for God to send someone to hell for.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
“And wouldn’t everyone else who was like you be down there, too? I don’t know, if I were Satan, I wouldn’t punish people for being like me. Wouldn’t I just be like, ‘Yes! These are my kind of people!’ I think if there was a hell, it’d just be a big party with people who don’t like going to Mass.”
She ruffled the hair at the top of your head and you squirmed away, a bit too late. “You’re pretty smart, you know that?” she said, smiling softly at you.
“Yeah.”
“You’re gonna find your people, Y/N. I promise. And, until then, you’ve got me.”
“Only until then?”
Carol chuckled and shoved your shoulder. “You dork. After that, too.” And you knew that even when she was far away, even when she was hurtling through the air or holding hands with Maria, or laughing with her friends at the Air Force Academy, there was a part of Carol that was yours and always would be yours. Because she was your sister. She was your person. And you were hers.
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jamiedc-they-them · 1 year ago
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R&R (Platonic)
Summary: Being the sibling of Carol Danvers has its perks, but also its downsides. One of them being pushed to the side you feel given your normalcy.
An// This story is a sort of vent about job hunting (currently ongoing for paying work. I do have a volunteer writing job which is ace and allows me to write articles about art!!! Genuinely loving it! Just also trying to find paying job for income as well.) and spiralled from there into a story about reconnecting, validation/repression of emotions, the struggles in a capitalist society, and community. Also, in terms of which character to use for this tale, was inspired by a story by @specialagentlokitty who wrote an incredible piece about Carol and Found family! Link for specific story will be here! Enjoy!
Also: This story deals with mentions of queer phobia (very quickly mentioned); mentions of previous alcoholism; and spoilers for “The Marvels”!
Please let me know if I’ve missed anything!
Story under “Keep Reading” which is below the gif!
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You knew that finding any job would be hard, especially in a world has turned around as yours. With constant attacks and the whole blip thing, the job market was twisted (even more so) out of shape. There were people in your own boat – well, not totally, in your boat. You see, you had support. You were lucky, genuinely lucky. Carol being a massive part of SHIELD made sure you had some income to keep yourself afloat. It was enough to live and do things.
Still, it was coming up to about six months since your attempt to find a paying job. You had on and off work writing, though most was just for free - you didn’t mind that; built a portfolio after all – as you tried to find work doing anything. That was the hard part. That was also why you hated this system you lived under, but that was a whole other thing.
Your thoughts would spiral like this throughout the day. You’d wake up, send out resumes, do your part of the deal, then relax as much as you could – reading, writing, meeting who you could and when. It was a routine, and you liked routines.
There was a knock at your door. Your apartment wasn’t big at all. But, it was home. Or, as close as you could get with your budget. You opened the door, finding the person you wanted to see in front of you, rubbing her arm. She wore more casuals clothes. A white tank top and some jeans that had seen better days. Her expression brightened, however, when she saw you.
There was one person you wish you could see, however. Carol, your sister. She’d made sure you were looked after in her absence. That absence, however, was one that was ever growing larger and larger. Some days, you swore, you forgot what she sounded like – mistaking hearing her on the street for some stranger instead. It hurt you. Forgetting parts of the only family you had.
“Hey,” she said, voice soft as well as her smile. It felt nice, hearing your sister’s voice again. Though, with her being your sister, you could read her well – just as she could with you – so you knew something was up.
“Hey,” you parroted back, “what’s wrong?”
“Me? Nothing. Nothing,” she lied, “can’t I just visit my sibling?”
Despite knowing it was a lie, you smiled and opened the door up more. She entered your room. She looked around as you shut the door, trying the lock a few times, before finally getting it to work on the fifth attempt.
“SHIELD still helping you out?” Your sister asked as she turned to you, watching as you shook your hand a bit in pain when you accidentally trapped a bit of skin in the lock.
“As much as they can for a civ.”
“Thought they offered you a position?” She asked in confusion.
“They did,” you clarified, “I just didn’t take it.”
“Why not?”
“Just didn’t seem like what I’d wanna do. That’s more your thing.”
“It involves writing,” she said, eyebrows showing the confusion.
“I know it did. I just…it didn’t feel right, you know? You know how I feel about places like that,” you knew Carol did. Sometimes you both just needed a reminder about each other. You with her voice. Her with your beliefs.
She nodded, “I do. That’s fair.”
You still had that nagging feeling that something was wrong, “you wanna go for a walk?” You offered. She was a bit jittery. Arms swinging. Hands coming together, then apart.
Carol nodded, and you saw a part of her be relieved at the mere idea of movement.
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You both left your apartment. No one really recognised Carol. She was thankful for it. For once, she could just be Carol Danvers and not Captain Marvel. She could just be a normal – as normal as she could be, given everything – human. She could just go on a walk with her sibling.
However, that sibling knew something was wrong. And while she had always advised them to talk about what was bothering them, she was not exactly one to take her own advise always.
“Carol?” Her head shot over to you. You were looking at her with concern now. She wiped at her eyes. No tears, but she could feel them wanting to start pooling.
“You ok?” She asked, hoping to dodge a sort of bullet of not talking about the whole…Monica thing. Maria was hard enough…this just added to it. At least Kamala and reconnecting with Monica was a bright light and —
“All good,” she assured you, “all good.”
“You sure?” you pressed.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure,” she threw in a smile – one of the ones she’d give to people you underestimated her when she was a pilot.
You nodded, but the concern didn’t fully leave your eyes.
“What were you saying?” Carol asked.
“Just that I wish I started the look sooner, you know?”
Carol shrugged, “you can’t help how your brain was at the time either. Or…before that. Sorry. Been a while.”
You nodded, a sadness lingering in your gaze – she hated that look. It stung her too, “I know.”
She cleared her throat. This wasn’t going as well as she wanted it too. Not as smoothly. For either Danvers sibling.
“Hey,” she said, nudging you a bit, “how about in there?” She said, pointing to an old bar that wasn’t too far away form your apartment. The walk itself had been about half an hour, silence being there for most of it as you both seemed to sit in your own worlds.
You nodded, “I’m only having one. Then soft from then out.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded, “been working on cutting down.”
“I’m glad,” she was truthful there, “was scaring me a bit.”
You were. You were scaring yourself, and part of her could tell – but she could only truthfully say it as full on scaring her. The amount you were downing drinks wise with her. At the start, it was just social drinking, but that soon lapsed into something else. Something dangerous. She clocked it in your apartment, the lack of beer cans on the floor; and the way your skin looked healthier. You looked healthier. She was glad, honestly. Her sibling was doing, somewhat, better. She was glad that you were.
You entered the bar. It was late in the afternoon, and so a few people were in there already. Some regulars nodded at you, saying that they missed you. You just smiled and made some small talk yourself. Carol smiled at the sight. You had people here. She was glad you did. Your own little extended pool of people. She had them too. Kamala and Monica. It was nice, having them. Only one of them was g-
“What’s your poison?” You asked, looking back at Carol. She saw a twinkle in your eye. Some energy to you now. She knew it was part of your introverted self just being a chameleon, but she also clocked part of it being this establishment.
“Been gone so long I forgot,” she joked, even if it was only a half one.
She mirrors your smile, “then it’ll be that, then,” she said back in return, nudging you as well.
You nudged her, “normally just go with what I order,” you tease.
You went up to order. She sat at a table. She saw the barman give you a look that seemed to hold a warning, before it became a lighter one at something you said to him. He nodded, seemingly pleased, before pouring the drink for you both. Some ale type alcohol. Not her favourite, but maybe it would be with everything she’d tasted on her journey across the universe. She learned valuable lessons about not just sticking her tongue onto things. Both from herself, and Goose.
You came back with the drinks, putting one down in front of her, and sitting opposite her on the small table she had found. It was cozy. Both the atmosphere of the place, and the table itself.
“I missed you, too,” she said, putting her hand on one of yours after her own sip, “had Fury update me on you as much as I could. Signal was a bit dodgy in a few areas.”
“I missed you,” you said, taking a sip of your drink, looking at Carol for a moment, before back down to the drink; as if the words would anger her in some way.
You smiled a bit. You liked Fury. He was a good friend. He seemed a lot happier with this whole SWORD business than he did with SHIELD. Apparently that was in the hands of someone else now. Someone trusted. Something Mackenzie.
“You see anything exciting?” You asked, hoping to keep the conversation going.
Carol thought about it, like genuinely did, “some cool races of people. Most of them friendly. Had some problems with finding the Skrull a home.”
“How come?”
“I –” she paused. It was all coming back to her. The memories. The way she snapped at Kamala. The apology to the prince. The meeting with Valkyrie, a lot of things going unspoken between the two – cheek kiss aside.
“You can tell me,” you said, squeezing the hand that Carol had placed on yours.
She looked at you, eyes glistening a bit, “they lost their home, Y/N.”
You only squeezed your sister’s hand again.
You titled your head, glad your sister was being open with you, “her name’s Kamala,” she smiled softly, gripping your hand to try and ground herself, “she’s sweet. Got this cool power. My biggest fan. Seriously, you should’ve seen her room –“
“I had a – a friend come back to help them. Met up with Lieutenant Trouble and a young kid. We — we became a good team.”
“You were in her room?”
“By accident. We had a thing where our powers would make us swap. Hole in the universe will do that to you.”
“Sure,” you allowed – mind buzzing with ideas for stories already.
Carol clocked it, “ideas for your sequel?”
You narrowed your eyes a bit, trying to figure out how best to break the news to Carol, “sort of.”
“‘Sort of’?”
“Yeah. Sort of still writing the first.”
“Oh. Ok, that’s cool. How’s the writing coming along, other than that?”
You moved your head from side to side, “sometimes I’ll get lucky. Just need to get lucky with a paying job, then I can do more of the writing part, you know?”
Carol nodded, understanding the logic. Find income, then try make the dreams come true – and you had somewhat already, which she was glad of; but she also knew that it would start out this way, small bits to hopefully build up to a full on career that paid.
“That’s fair —“ she then clocked what you had said, “wait…you’re still looking?”
“Job market’s bit of a mess. Trust me, if I could go up into space, find some alien planet where either rent ain’t extortionate; or a place where the creative arts could give you a proper start and was respected by a ruling system and its people, I’d go in an instant.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, squeezing your hand.
You looked at her with confusion, “why are you sorry?”
“I was gone a while. I could’ve helped.”
You shrugged, “you’re a superhero. That comes first.”
Despite no biting tone, she still flinched at the words, “not when it comes to you. Not when it comes to family.”
“I’m not angry at you, C,” you assured.
“I would be.”
“I’m not you.”
“I know.”
“Monica’s gone,” she blurted out. She then burped. Then she looked up at the ceiling, “she’s not dead. She’s just…not here right now. The Khan’s helped set me up. I —” she took another large gulp, this time finishing the drink.
You let the silence hang for a minute, taking a drink. Carol beat you on the gulp she took. Seemed her body just processed liquor better than yours.
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You took a moment to process what she had said. Your niece was…somewhere else? After just reuniting with Carol as well – you didn’t have a chance to —
“It’s not your fault,” you said to your sister. Your sister looked at you and sniffled, breaking the hand hold and rubbing at her eyes.
“I know,” she said, “I’m just…I’m just sad.”
“That’s understandable,” you validated, “it’s a lot.”
Carol chuckled, “yeah…yeah, it is,” she allowed herself that, before looking at you.
“I’m sorry about your struggle with work,” she said.
You waved her off, “ah, it’s nothing, compared to —”
“No,” she said, using her older sister tone, “no, don’t do that.”
“Well, don’t do that,” you said, nodding your head to her empty beer.
“It’s only one,” she defended.
“Sometimes that’s all it takes.”
“I’m not you,” she didn’t even think about saying that – just as much as she didn’t think that much about touching the surge of energy that brought herself, Kamala, and Monica together.
You flinched a bit. Her face fell at it, “I’m sorry,” she said instantly.
You waved her off, “don’t be. It’s true. You’re not me. I just worry.”
“I can pay —“
“It’s not that, C,” you say, “I’m just…projecting.”
“Can I ask why?”
“Takes my mind off the whole, job hunt, thing.”
Carol nodded. It was why she was gone for so long too, trying to fix – or fixate on – something else to distract from other issues. From other things. In your case, your sister and your worry for beer consumption; for her, freeing the Kree from control, then plunging it into a civil war and dealing with all of that.
You took another gulp from your drink. Your one was nearly done as well.
“You wanna soft drink, or a half?” She asked, getting up, hoping to god her card still worked. Fury had to show her how to work it, so it should work, right?
“Carol, no —“
“Hey,” she put her hands on the table, “you paid for the first round, now it’s my turn, ok?”
You wanted to debate further, but instead found yourself conceding and letting her go to the bar after telling her you wanted a half.
She returned in a small bit, half a pint for you, full one for herself.
“Monica’s trapped in another dimension,” Carol revealed, “there’s no way to get her back; at least, not right now, anyway. Kamala gave me her number, helped me learn how to use a phone.”
You snorted, rubbing your then sore arm after Carol hit it, “I’m serious. How you survive with that stuff, I don’t fully understand.”
“It’s simple —“
“For a human.”
“Take that back.”
“No.”
“Just because you have powers.”
“Could still beat you in wrestling without them.”
“We going back that far?”
“Oh, you bet we are.”
“You cheated later in life.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Not.”
“Did.”
“You brought in Maria!”
“She was on your side!”
“Yeah, until I started winning.”
“Hey! That’s as her choice.”
“Whatever you say, C.”
You both took a moment to breathe, before you both chuckled. You knew some words were a bit harsher than intended, and the walk down memory lane wasn’t all fun, and yet you chuckled anyway.
“I’m sorry,” Carol said first, “for the ‘human’ comment. You aren’t weak.”
“I’m sorry for bringing up Maria. And for Monica.”
“She asked about you,” she admitted.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Wanted to know how her…pibling?” You nodded at the correct term, “yeah, Kamala explained that one. She’s eager to meet you. Thinks you’re awesome already. Think she’s now a bigger ‘stan’ of you, than me.”
“I have my moments.”
“You have a lot of moments,” she corrected instantly.
You nodded, your brain not being as cold to you as it normally was when you got compliments like that. Still, Carol saw a part of your smile dim a bit as your brain attacked.
“‘Pibling’,” someone across from you scoffed, “what a dumb term.”
“Excuse me?” Carol demanded, looking at them coldly. You just sighed. You were used to this, too. A job interview once ended with someone scoffing at your identity.
The person in question looked at Carol’s challenge, “you heard me, it’s dumb.”
“And this effects you, how?”
“Policing what people say.”
“Ok, you know what —“
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That person was forced to leave. You and Carol left not long after him. The barman apologised, but checked that you both were ok before you left. Carol let you answer, as it was you the person had an issue with.
You both went back to your apartment. You collapsed on your mattress. It was a decently sized one, meaning Carol too could fall onto it, which she did.
“I’m sorry about that arsehole.”
“I’m used to it.”
“You shouldn’t be, though.”
“Yeah. I know. Glad I didn’t get the job where that happened to me, to be honest.”
“Where was it?”
“Can’t remember now. Drowned in sea of other applications.”
Carol reached out, taking your hand in her own, “you’ll find something. I know you will. I’ll do what I can to help you.”
“It’s fine. I don’t —“
“You don’t need to do this alone. Help isn’t the worst thing in the world. Trust me, I thought being alone would help me fix things. It didn’t.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
You readjusted yourself, so that Carol and you were facing each other, “that’s the fate of the world. This —”
“Is something highly important in your world. It’s horrible, and I’m sorry it’s not gone the way you wanted it to. But, I’m here, ok? I’ll do what I can.”
You looked at your sister, both thankful for her company, but also worried about her fiery determination and how it could backfire on her, “you know the weight of the world don’t rest on your shoulder’s, right? You can take a break, too.”
Carol sighed, but found herself nodding, “I know,” she conceded, “I’m glad I’m here, with you. Would I be able to maybe have you come with me to the farm? We could work on it together? Maybe something local there can help? Something out of the city.”
You considered it. You were never fully a city person, minus the friends you had here. And you could always visit.
“I’d like that,” you said, squeezing Carol’s hand.
“I’d like that too,” your sister said, smiling brightly.
There was a lot of lost time to make up for. A lot of new people to meet. But, you had each other. That hadn’t changed.
You’d find your way through it. Carol knew you would. Just as she would. You always would.
And, you’d always be there to catch each other when you stumbled.
Always.
PART II
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Could you please write a fluffy Carol Danvers sister reader where they both have powers and reunite and go on a mission together and just make the best team?
Sisterly Bonding
|| Carol Danvers x platonic!sibling!reader
|| Warnings; light swearing, alien invasions mentions, but all around fluff and good vibes, very short drabble
|| Summary; reader's tasked with an off world mission alongside Carol. The two catch up and Carol goes over the mission plan.
Requests open!
Started; october 17th
Finished; october 17th
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It's been a hot minute since both you and Carol had been placed on a mission together. Your missions were more Avengers based, while Carol worked off world. However recently there's been an uprise in planet invasions, so Fury brought you out onto the off world team to give Carol some assistance.
When you met up on her ship, you smiled wide once you saw her." Care!" You called, getting her attention. She turned and mirrored your smile, running over and pulling you into a tight hug.
"Y/N/N!" Carol had super strength, so most people weren't able to handle her tight hugs without cracking a bone. But you? You had pretty much the same powers she did. Which meant you could handle it." Long time no see, kiddo." She gave your shoulder a playful jab and you rolled your eyes, but the smile never left your face.
"I'm not a kid anymore, Care." You reminded her.
"Oh really? Not a kid, huh?" She teased with a grin, to Carol you'd always be a kid. Even if you were technically an adult now.
The next half an hour was spent getting settled on the ship, finding a spot for your stuff and then Carol going over the mission tasks with you. It seemed simple enough. Carol's plan was literally just "stop the invasion before it stops us", which honestly. You liked her go in, punch all the bad guys and leave style. It was less complicated than the field missions Natasha made you go on. Those were not fun.
This? This was fun. You got to punch a bunch of shit with your sister you never get to see. Isn't that some awesome sisterly bonding?
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writings-of-a-demigod · 5 months ago
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t.w: death/injuries/bleeding
  “NOOOOO”
Her scream was so loud and high pitched that it got everyone’s attention. You fell to the ground, it felt so hard to get the air into your lungs, it’s like you forgot to breath. There was only one thought in your head ‘Did I succuss? Is everyone okay?’ Your head was swarming, and you body felt very heavy.
“Y/n! Y/n”
You heard your name being called but it wasn’t clear. Until you felt someone’s hands over your shoulders, you turned to look at the person calling you.
“Hey hey Y/n”
It took you a minute to recognize Tony’s face and voice. He was trying to help you sit and don’t pass out until your sister come and say goodbye, he knew you won’t survive this.
“T…To… Tony” you barley got out “Di…d I…” you couldn’t finish your sentence.
He gave you a small smile
“Hey kid, you did good” he rubbed your arm “You did real good.”
 There were tears in his eyes, he watched you grow these past five years and knew you were a good person by everything you did, when people needed help you were the first one they go to because of how welcoming and how you will help them no question asked.
“Y/N!” he heard her voice
She landed right in front of you two, taking you from Tony’s warm arms.
“Y/n! Y/n Y/n I need you to open your eyes for me please.”
She didn’t think you were going to do this. She lost sight of you while she was busy fighting, so she didn’t see when you and Tony fighting Thanos and you manage to steal the stones from Tony and use them.
She was cradling you in her arms holding you close to her, you were her whole world, her baby sibling. She was so happy when she saw you again and connected with you even though she was far away helping other planets.
“Come on Y/n look at me” she begged hold your face with her hand when you open your eyes you saw her and smiled a little.
“Hey … Cap” You mange to get out.
“Hey” she smiled at you “I need to hold tight I’m going to get you help okay?”
You shook your head ‘no’
“No no, you’re going to be fine and you will get help” she told you while her eyes were tearing up.
“I ju…st “ you started
“Just what sweetie?” she asked.
“Remember…..I love you star”
“I love you too so so much” she told you while tears were streaming down her face.
you took a final breath and closed your eyes, she hugged your lifeless body. She can’t believe you were gone.
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A/N: this was requested by Anonymous and I couldn't stop crying while writing this so this is what I came up with because I couldn't hold myself. Sorry it's not the best
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m0nsterqzzz · 9 months ago
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Cat's Out of the Bag La Rue
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pairing: Clarisse La Rue x reader
summary: Valentines Day rolls around, and what kind of girlfriend would Clarisse be if she didnt get you the only present you've been wanting?
a/n: i wrote like 5 fucking valentines day fics yesterday (one with natasha, one with wanda, one with clarisse, one with carol danvers, and one with katniss everdeen) yet this is the only one im posting and i kinda hate it. literally the shortest oneshot i've ever written. also, I'm literally a dog person writing about cats. what has life come to?
is this the worst thing i've ever written? yes. do i hate every other piece of written recently cuz im in writers block and haven't updated in like 3 weeks? also yes. im so done yall.
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With a baseball cap covering her head, tucking her curls against her head and being the best disguise she could come up with, Clarisse’s eyes dart all around the cab. It zooms through the streets of New York, making the child of Are’s slightly concerned for her and her siblings safety as they get honked out. The man driving seems like he’s barely paying attention to the road, but in the end it doesn’t really matter as long as they get to their destination. 
There are three children in the yellow car; Clarisse, her half brother Mark, and her half sister Ruby. They were the only ones who she could convince to come with her to town, past the safe bounds of camp half blood where nothing but their weapons can stop monsters from hunting and hurting them.
It’d be a lie to say Clarisse isn’t nervous, but she pushes the feeling down as she grips her spear tighter in her left hand. 
This is for you. She’s going into town and risking getting in trouble for the end result of seeing her favorite smile. Your smile. Her partner of one year. It may not seem like a very long time to some people, but you guys are demigods. It’s surprising you made it through the year without being killed by some horrible, ugly monster.
The car stops and the guy counts the large amount of money Mark hands him before telling them to get out of his cab. It may have annoyed the teenagers on any other day, but it doesn’t bother them too much since today is a special day.
“Why are we here?” Ruby asks, eyes scanning the area around them as if sure something is going to jump out at them. In the blonde haired girl's defense, it’s very possible something will.
Clarisse gestures to the small building in front of them. It’s run down and in desperate need of a paint job, but it doesn’t matter. That’s not what grabs the child of Ares attention. It’s the small animals chilling in their little spots inside the store. That’s what she’s here for.
The sign above the small colorful store reads, “Mike’s Animals”. Boring name, but gets the point across. She can already see the little animal she came here for when they walk through the door, the loud bell ringing from the action of opening it but no employee comes to help them. Clarisse lets her siblings stare in awe at the other animals for a few months before shoving towards a section near the back. The kitten section. You had been showing her a website on your phone a few days ago, one with a different selection of the small animals. The website was for Mike’s Animals, but you explained that even though you’d really like a cat, pets aren’t allowed in Camp Half Blood. It’s a rule.
Well you wanna know what Clarisse says about that? Screw rules. What her person want’s, her person gets.
So if the police ever come around, asking you why Clarisse shoved a black and white kitten into her brother's coat pocket and then made a run for it while the store manager chased after them, that’s what you have to say.
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You're laying on your bed reading a book when your girlfriend walks in, a large box covered by a piece of fabric under one arm and a bouquet of flowers in her free hand. She ignores your siblings' gazes as she walks towards your space, setting down the box with a type of gentleness nobody in camp but you gets to see and then holding out the flowers.
They’re your favorite, clearly straight out of the flower fields by the slight glow they give off. They’re wrapped in a brown type of paper with a pink bow clearly down by one of the Aphrodite kids to hold it all together.
“Hey my love.” She starts. “These are for you.” You take the plants with a large grin on your face, bringing them closer to your face to smell the amazing natural scent coming from them. Something moves inside the box she sat on your bed, making you hold in a scream as you jump closer to your girlfriend and farther away from it. “What the hell is moving in that Clarisse?!” You ask, your siblings' attention all over you guys now.
Clarisse just laughs, but she seems slightly nervous as she puts the crate in your lap. “Just look. I hope you like it.” She continues to nervously ramble as you remove the cloth from the top of the box, letting out a small gasp when you see the small animal looking back at you with wide, curious blue eyes.
Your girlfriend stares as you gently pick him up, him instantly curling into your hold with a soft pur as you hold him close to your chest. “You um…you like him?” She asks with a small smile.
“Of course I do! He’s adorable, Risse!” She lets out a relieved sigh, laying down next to you as your siblings surround the bed trying to get a look at the animal. “You know Chiron will never let you keep that right?” One of your brothers asks with a laugh, and you frown as you look at your girlfriend.
She thinks about it for a moment before she says, “We’ll just hide him. He can lounge around the cabin while you’re gone, and you guys can hide him somewhere during cabin checks. Chiron will never know.”
Your siblings eventually leave you alone, going back to their acticicus as your two favorite beings cuddle up to you. Clarisse cuddles up next to your side, and the kitten on your stomach. “I really like you Oreo.” you whisper to the animal, making your girlfriend laugh. “Oreo? That’s the most original thing you could think of right?”
“Okay if you're so great at naming things, what should we name him?”
She goes quiet for a few seconds before mumbling in defeat, “I like Oreo.”
You guys enjoy the silence that surrounds just you guys as you pet Oreo, but then a small laugh comes from you when Clarisse gently grabs the cat and pulls him off your chest so she can lay her head there. “He’s been here for half an hour and you're already jealous?” “He was getting way too touchy. Mine.” She teases and then fakes an annoyed groan when he crawls onto her back and lays down, stretching himself out just to prove a point.
“Will you be my Valentine, my love?” She asks as she places her chin on your chest to look up at you. There's a certain softness in her eyes that you and only you get to see. In fact, it’s very, very rare you ever see the side everyone else talks about when they talk about Clarisse towards you. “You guys just don’t know her like I do.” You tell them. Not like they believe you, half of the camp still believing you somehow put a spell on her.
“Only if you’ll be mine.” You whisper back as if it’s a secret.
“Oh…this is awkward. I already agreed to be like ten other girls date.” Her voice is teasing as she tries and fails not to giggle.
“Is that so?” 
“Mhm.” 
“Hm.” You fake being offended as you cross your arms over your chest and look away. She laughs, and the sound practically forces a smile on your face.
“I’m kidding. Only you, angel. I’m yours. Always.” 
“And I’m yours, Clarisse La Rue.” 
“Always?” 
“And forever.”
There’s a knock on your cabin door, and you figure it’s another camper until a voice calls from the other side of the door, “Clarisse? I know you're in there. Your siblings told me where you went. Cat’s out of the bag La Rue.” Chiron says. Very terrible choice of words. She groans into your stomach, rolling off of you and successfully getting Oreo to jump off her back and onto the bed.
“Those little snitches.” She snarls as she gets up to open the door, making you instantly miss her warmth.
You place the cat under your sweater, giggling and then shoving his face back under when he crawls to put his head through the neck hole. Once she knows he’s covered, Clarisse opens the door. Chirons eyes fall to you, and it’s only then do you think about the fact that there is a giant Oreo shaped lump in your sweater.
All your siblings fall silent as they watch to see what’s gonna happen.
“Mac and cheese day am I right?” You try to joke with a nervous chuckle, but he doesn’t laugh. He just runs a hand over his face and then stares at you. “You know what? I don’t care. You find a way to feed him that isn’t taking resources from us, you make sure he doesn’t do any damage to the furniture, and you keep track of him at all times, you can keep him.”
You grin at him, letting the small animal out of your sweater who in turn lowly hisses at the sight of Chiron.
He groans, walking off as he mumbles something about needing a very long vacation. There's only so much of your girlfriend bending the rules to get you presents he can handle before he was bound to just accept it.
The cinatar leaves, your girlfriend flipping him off when he can’t see. He yells over his shoulder, “I know what you’re doing Clarisse! Stop it or no dessert!” 
She stops flipping him off. Next to you, chocolate cake is what she lives for.
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That night, as you sit with Clarisse at the bonfire, she listens to you complain about how much you miss Oreo. Usually, you’d be too busy roasting marshmallows and cuddling with her to think about anything else, but your girlfriend doesn’t do anything other than smile, happy she made you so happy.
“So how’d you get him anyway? You don’t have that kind of money and there’s no way Chiron gave it to you.” You say, and she freezes in her spot on a log, slightly tightening her arms that are wrapped around your waist as she avoids your eyes.
“I stole him.” Her voice is slightly quieter than usual, and she says this in the most casual tone she can muster.
“CLARISSE LA RUE!”
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specialagentlokitty · 1 year ago
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Carol Danvers x Autistic!sibling!reader - safer
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Can I send in an imagine for Carol Danvers where her sibling is autistic and and Carol is protective of them? Sorry for vagueness, hope it’s ok imagine wise! - Anon💜
Reaching down, you gently ran your hand over the back of the ginger cat that was walking in front of you.
“Hey goose…”
The cat purred a little, sitting in front of you and you looked up at the man who had brought your in, narrowing your eyes a little bit.
“Come on now don’t be like that, we’re friends right?”
You glared a bit and he walked over, setting a cup down next to you.
“Look, your sister asked me to bring you in, said you weren’t safe I wasn’t gonna argue with a superhero.”
You sat down on the floor, cradling goose against your chest.
Fury sat down on his seat and gestured to the large windows.
“She said you loved space, so, go ahead, take a look.”
You pushed yourself up from the floor, making your way to the window, allowing Goose to sit on your shoulder.
You could see the whole of earth from up here, the sun starting to rise, the planets in the distance, the aurora glowing over the planet.
You gazed out in fondness, a little smile on your face.
“I’ve been told, that if you wanted to go out in a suit you could.”
You shook your head a little.
“That’s alright too, she’s on her way in now, she shouldn’t be long.”
You said nothing and just carried on staring out of the window.
So, when your sister walked up to the room you saw her reflection in the glass, you knew she had arrived, but you didn’t turn around.
You were mad at her.
Mad that she didn’t come and get you herself.
Goose jumped down to go and greet her, and you tuned out the conversation that she was having with Fury.
Carol glanced at you at to Fury.
“She’s pissed…” he whispered.
Carol sighed a little bit and walked over, standing next to you.
“Hey…”
You glared at her a little bit and she turned to look at you.
“Come on don’t be mad, I’m sorry. It was just quicker for fury to get you.”
You turned to her, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I know okay, you don’t like like people. But I knew he was the safest person to get you, and you would go with him even if you didn’t like that.”
Carol smirked a little at you, holding an arm out.
“Friends?” She asked.
You walked over, letting her hug you, tapping your hand on her back.
Carol beamed, wrapping her arms around you.
“See, you do love me! I’m the best big sister you ever had!”
“You’re my only sister…”
“Ouch.”
You smiled a little bit.
Carol pulled away, leading you over to some chairs she sat you down.
“You’re in danger, okay? It’s why I had to bring you here, it’s not safe on my ship but I know you’ll be safe with Fury and everybody else around.”
You slowly nodded your head.
“I’m going to stay here until Fury can help me figure everything out, then when it’s safe I’ll take you back home.”
“I don’t want to go home..”
Carol sighed, and she looked at you.
“It’s not safe out there..”
You shrugged a little bit.
“Not safe there either…”
“I know.. I know..”
Carol ran a hand through her hair, ruffling it a little bit.
“I just.. I don’t know what to do… I don’t want you to get hurt..” she whispered.
You tapped your hand on your knee, looking around the room.
“I want to come with you…”
Carol smiled softly.
“Alright. Okay. When it’s safe you can come with me.”
You smiled, nodding your head.
“Now come on, Fury said you refused to eat anything he gave you.”
“I don’t like people giving me food.”
“I know you don’t, come on.”
Carol held out her hand, letting you take it so she could find somewhere she could get you something to eat.
Your fingers tapped the back of her hand making her smile a little.
“I’ll take good care of you, promise.”
You nodded, dragging her in a different direction.
All she wanted to do was keep you safe, and she thought leaving you on earth was for the best, but now she wasn’t so sure.
She need to make sure you were okay and safe, and maybe it was for the better that she brought you with her, she wanted you to be there, and you wanted to stay near her.
And as your older sister it was her responsibility to keep you safe in a universe that was far from it
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kasdan · 1 year ago
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Carving Pumpkins Headcanons
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Pairing: marvel characters x gn!reader
Characters: Frank Castle, Loki, Carol Danvers, Kamala Khan, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: just pure fluff
𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆
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Remembers when you briefly mention it one time that you wanted to carve pumpkins this year
Will go buy all the things needed, without you asking
Lays everything out to surprise you with when you get home
Makes sure to put newspaper under the entire area for an easy cleanup
Prefers to just watch you do it to see the smile on your face, but will join in if you ask
Is one to do a more simple design
You convince him to put on halloween music after you argue that there are more halloween songs other than Thriller and the Monster Mash
Takes the seeds and starts to cook them as you’re carving
Puts the finished pumpkins facing outwards on the windowsill for the city to see
Places tea lights in them so they light up when it’s dark out
Cleans up everything after you’re done and doesn’t let you help
𝑳𝒐𝒌𝒊
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Looks at you like you’ve grown an extra head when you talk about carving into pumpkins
Calls the carving utensils ‘torturing devices’
Doesn’t understand the point of it, even when you try to explain that it’s for fun
Leaves an uncarved pumpkin sitting in front of him while he just sits and watches you do your own
You eventually get him to try doing his own
Tries to use magic to immediately get it done, but stops when he sees the look you give him
Goes completely overboard in his design, even when he’s not using magic
Accidentally carves too much for the design he was going for
Uses magic to fix it
You pretend not to notice
You can tell that he’s proud of the final product, even if he doesn’t act like it
Nit picks the perfect place to put his pumpkin so it’s in just the right place to be admired
𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔
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Would be excited to get the chance to carve pumpkins with you
Has experience with all the times she would carve them with Monica when she was young
Will blast music while you’re carving, be it halloween music or just a mix of everything that happens to come on
Gets distracted by the music and takes a lot longer to finish the carvings than it probably should have
Carves more pumpkins than you have the room for
Ends up finding random places to put them all
Goose ends up knocking one of the pumpkins down and smashing it, so that solves some of the problem
𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏
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The most excited out of everyone
Will plead with her mom to use their kitchen and get the things needed to carve
Finally gets her to agree when she promises to do chores for a week and to clean up everything after
Ends up carving the Captain Marvel logo into one of the pumpkins
Her brother comes over to visit and you all end up throwing seeds and pumpkin guts at each other
Gets the week of chores she said she would do doubled to two weeks when you both don’t see a clump of seeds that was left under one of the counters
Will try to suck up to her mom so she’ll let her do it again next year, who will get tired of her daughter following her around everywhere and just agree
She immediately regrets it
𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔
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Used to carve pumpkins with his sisters
Would be the one to supervise all of them to make sure no one got hurt
His siblings would make fun of the outcome of his pumpkin when he was rushing to get one done from helping the other girls with theirs
Is happy when you ask him to carve with you
You have to show him how to use certain tools because some are different from when he used to do it
Has to remember how to carve again as he hasn’t done it in decades
Has a smile on his face the whole time from the memories
Gets embarrassed when you catch him just watching you carve as he was used to watching his siblings do it
The end product turns out better than they usually did
Picks different places around to put the pumpkins
𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓
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Competes with Kamala with how excited he is to carve
Will get all the things needed for it and more things you don’t
Goes on a tangent about how you guys need the other stuff in order to make the most out of it
Ned it behind him the entire time shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders at you
Eventually lets you guys start to carve
His pumpkin doesn’t turn out as great as he was expecting it to
He spent about 20 minutes trying to figure out how to make it better all while Ned was just laughing at it
His wasn’t any better
Becomes a competition on who made the better pumpkin and they force you to be the judge
You don’t pick a side and just continue to innocently carve your pumpkin
However you at some point have to step in to break up the argument as they hadn’t let up after almost a half hour
You force them to make it a draw and to help you clean the mess that they made
𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒂
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With her upbringing she’s never really carved pumpkins before
She’s hesitant when you bring it up, but agrees wanting see what it’s like
She’s excited like Peter and Kamala, but will try to play it cool
You can tell she’s excited when she starts grabbing different things, letting a smile out on her face
Is surprised when the inside is messy
Can’t clean the inside that well with the scraping utensil and ends up just grabbing the guts with her hands and pulling it out that way
You get her some basic stencils to use to get the hang of it
She says the basic ones are boring so will try and do one of the more complex designs
Tears start coming out of her eyes as she laughs at how bad the design comes out
Ends up having to go back to the easier designs
𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒌
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Doesn’t see the point in you wanting him to try and carve a pumpkin, it’s not like he’ll be able to see it
Makes an attempt to carve one anyway
Has to stop when his senses go into overdrive by the smell and the feel of the guts and seeds mashed together
Feels bad for not being able to do it for longer with you
You reassure him that it’s completely fine and it’s not his fault his senses were sensitive
He talks with you through the whole process though
But it’s across the room because the smell is a lot milder over there
You don’t mind because at least you still get his company
You end up lighting a small candle for him so the potent smell of the pumpkin leaves the air
He says the scent relaxes him even though you would think that the smell would also be overwhelming for him, but you can visibly see him relax more, taking his glasses off with a small smile etched on his face as you work.
𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟
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Just smiles at you when you show up with pumpkins and all the carving material for them
Gets straight to work with setting up and preparing
Ends up making a very complex and precise design
You stare in awe at the finished product and she just shrugs it off like it’s nothing, but you can see a slight smirk on her face
You accidentally fling some of the pumpkin guts from yours onto her and she takes it as a challenge
You both end up having to clean the entire room of guts and seeds by the end of it
While picking up sections she continues to throw scraps at you so it takes longer to clean than it should have
𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟
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You carve with her and her boys
She makes sure to get extra utensils and pumpkins when if the boys end up breaking things
She has to supervise the competition that they make into who can carve the best pumpkin
You continue to carve by yourselves when she ushers the boys to bed
You chat, quietly, as you finish up the designs you’re making
Decorates the porch with all of the pumpkins carved
Uses magic to make the pumpkins look like they’re glowing 24/7 and also so they’ll last until after Halloween
You clean up everything together at the end when it’s all finished
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slasher-fucker-and-sucker · 19 days ago
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Marvel anon here!
Great to know!
For a character request: Captain Marvel (Carol Danvers) having a trans!sister? Headcannons please ❤️
Headcanons: Carol Danvers x Trans!Sister Reader
1. Carol is always in your corner, no questions asked. From the moment you came out, she’s been your biggest fan. If anyone gives you a hard time, she’s there, making sure you know you have someone powerful in your corner.
2. Carol admires you deeply, often saying you’re the bravest person she knows—she’s faced entire armies, but the strength it takes to be your true self? She’s in awe. To her, you’re the true hero.
3. Carol isn’t exactly the best with fashion, but she’s all in on helping you pick out clothes that make you feel great. She’s always the first to compliment you, giving a little wink and saying, “You look like a rockstar.”
4. Carol takes you under her wing for training, boosting your confidence. She teaches you self-defense, saying it’s essential to feel powerful in your own body. It becomes a bonding activity you both treasure.
5. Carol is the queen of making your milestones memorable, whether it’s a name-change celebration, your first shot day, or any transition-related achievements. She’ll go all out, even if she’s in the middle of a mission—she’ll make it happen.
6. Even though she’s a cosmic-level hero, Carol makes time for you and your inside jokes. You have a shared playlist, watch old movies together, and have late-night talks about life and identity.
7. If anyone so much as thinks of disrespecting you, Carol’s protective side kicks in hard. She’s fiercely loyal and makes it clear that she won’t tolerate any prejudice or ignorance toward her sister.
8. She reminds you constantly that you’re unstoppable. “You’re stronger than you think,” she’ll say, usually with a ruffle of your hair. Her encouragement helps you face any challenges that come your way.
9. Carol secretly works with SHIELD to create a little “sibling armor” for you. It’s not quite hero material, but it’s something to wear when you need a confidence boost, a little reminder of who has your back, no matter where you are.
10. Carol’s care shows in a thousand little ways—from the way she’ll check in while she’s in space, to the way she saves little mementos to share with you. She reminds you often, “Family is what keeps me grounded. You’re my anchor.”
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jjsmaybank20 · 8 months ago
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Carol Danvers taking someone in like a younger sibling figure, and them (reader) trying to constantly make it seem “worth it” to Carol and getting really injured when on a mission? Just really angst and found family worry, please?
Worth It
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Carol Danvers x GN!Teen!Reader
Summary: Carol takes you in, but when you try to prove that her choice was worth it, you get seriously hurt.
Warnings: angst, you kind of die for a second (but you're okay), happy ending
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: Sorry this took so long! Hope you like it.
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When Carol found you sleeping on a bench in a park on Earth, she decided that she would try to help you. Not to her surprise when she woke you up, your fight or flight instincts immediately kicked in. The thing that surprised her was when you used just your mind to throw the closest thing to you at her, which happened to be the very bench that you had just been sleeping on. 
After you realized that you had just launched a bench at an Avenger, you apologized profusely. Carol had just smiled and told you that no one had ever thrown a park bench at her before which had made you laugh nervously. 
After talking for a few weeks, meeting up in random places, Carol offered to train you and give you a home with her on her ship. You eagerly accepted, jumping at the chance to not only finally have a home, but have one with your hero. 
Living with Carol was easy, and you finally felt like you had a family and someone you could rely on. But what comes with not having that feeling of security for so long is the nagging doubt that it could get taken away at any time. You lived with the fear that Carol would get tired of you, or that she would find you useless and kick you back onto the streets. 
Because of this fear, you constantly made an effort to make life as easy as you could for Carol, and to try to prove your worth to her every day. You would do your assigned chores as well as some of the older blonde’s, you would make meals whenever Carol even just hinted at not wanting to, and you trained harder than you ever have to hone your powers and prove that taking you in wasn’t a mistake.
After much begging and pleading, Carol finally relented and let you join her on a mission. When the two of you landed on the planet that you had gotten a distress signal from, you tried to shake off any remaining nerves. This was your big chance to prove yourself. 
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When Carol knocked out the last attacker, she called out for you. Having lost you in the scuffle, she wanted to make sure that you were okay. When she didn’t get a response, a sense of panic began to fill her chest. She whipped her head around, hoping to spot you upright and okay. Her eyes passed over an unnatural lump, but she didn't process it for a second. When she realized that the lump is your unconscious body, she flew towards you as fast as she could. 
The blonde superhero collapsed on her knees next to you. She shakes you, gently at first, but then more aggressively when you still don’t react. She felt tears begin to well up in her eyes, but she knew that if she lost it now, there was surely no hope for getting you to where you need to be. She picked you up, holding you in a bridal carry as she flew back to her ship. She gently placed you down on her bed as she frantically called Fury. 
When he picked up, he immediately recognized the panicked look on her good friend’s face as well as spotting your limp stature in the background. He quickly sends over the coordinates to the S.W.O.R.D. Space Station, and Carol desperately found the nearest jump point. 
After she hurriedly docked her ship, the tall blonde practically sprinted towards the medical center of the space station. Any person who got in her way was faced with the deadliest glare they had ever been on the receiving end of in their life. 
When Carol bursted into the center, the medics got straight to work. They took you out of her arms and began to run tests on you. You seemed to be stable, filling Carol with short-lived relief. Suddenly, the heart monitor you had been hooked up to started beeping rapidly before going completely flat. 
The doctors jump into action, calling out all different codes and getting the crash cart ready to revive you, but when Carol sees them shock you for the first time she instinctively tries to run towards you. When she tries to move, someone is holding her back. She fights with everything in her, kicking and yelling for them to let go and let her go to you, to let her go to her little one. 
At some point she realizes that it is Fury himself holding her, and she finally lets herself break down. She turns and sobs into his chest, prompting the taller man to wrap his arms around her and hold his friend close.
He lets Carol cry into him until she can calm down slightly. Fury rubs her back comfortingly, the two sitting in an anxious silence. Carol sits up quickly when she hears the medical center doors open, and she watches with worried-filled eyes as one of the doctors comes towards the pair. 
“She’s still unconscious, but she’s stable.” This news is enough to make Carol burst into tears again, except this time they were tears of relief. The doctor gives her a second before he softly asks, “Would you like to come sit with her?” The blonde nods, still wiping the ever-flowing tears from her cheeks. Fury guides her up and into the room, where Carol unceremoniously collapses into the chair next to your bed. 
She grabs your hand and squeezes gently, firmly promising, “I will be here when you wake up.” 
It’s quiet for a while, and the tall blonde begins to drift off. She jolts awake when she hears your voice, rough from not speaking, rasp out, “Carol?” You groan in pain when she pulls you into a tight hug, and she pulls back quickly, apologizing softly. 
You look into her eyes for a second before you burst into tears, causing Carol to panic again. “What? What is it? What hurts?” You just shake your head, trying to gasp out an apology but your sobs restrict you. 
You take a while to calm down, but when you do, you quietly say, “I’m sorry. I failed you. You shouldn’t have taken me in in the first place, I’m useless.” You keep your eyes trained on your lap, not wanting to meet Carol’s own eyes. 
Carol feels her heart clench when she sees how small you’ve gotten, and she quickly climbs into the bed next to you. She puts her hand under your chin, tilting your face up to meet her eyes. “I am not mad at you. I wouldn’t have been able to complete that mission without you.” She pulls you into a hug, this time a lot more gentle. “Taking you in was one of the best things I have ever done. You don't need to earn a home with me, okay? You already have one.” 
You nod into her shoulder, finally letting yourself accept that you had found your family. When Carol pulls back, she takes your face into her hands. “Let’s let the doctors take a look at you one last time, and then we can head on home.” She smiles at you, and you can’t stop your lips from ticking upward. Home. You liked the sound of that. 
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nickeverdeen · 7 months ago
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MCU masterlist
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Match-ups:
Peter Quill
Peter Parker 1
Shuri
Peter 1 #2
Peter 1
Peter 3
(you can choose a group in which I’ll pair you with the characters from it or you can just leave it in general and I’ll choose from all of the groups)
Preferences:
The original 6 Avengers reacting to you kissing them while being drunk
The young Avengers and their love language
(you can choose which characters you want or whatever group you want)
Avengers
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Tony Stark (Iron Man)
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Steve Rogers (Capitan America)
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Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange)
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From Crayons to Canvases | Doctor Strange x platonic fem!reader
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Spider-Men
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Peter Parker 1 (Tom Holland)
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Caught in the Act (Sort of)
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qvnthesia · 4 months ago
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Qvnthesia: Request Guidelines
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Currently Open for Requests!
Before you submit a request, please read through the guidelines below on what I can/can't write for you. Feel free to be as specific or vague as you'd like in your ask; song-based prompts are also appreciated, as well as characters from different fandoms! Please make sure to include if it's SFW or NSFW.
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Topics/Characters I Do Write For:
fem!reader or gn!reader
smut, angst, hurt/comfort, or fluff.
(from star wars) anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, grand admiral thrawn, kanan jarrus, hera syndulla, rebels!ahsoka tano, rey skywalker, poe dameron, din djarin, rogue one squad, padmé amidala, and the clones.
(from asoiaf) rhaenyra targaryen, jacaerys velaryon, williem blackwood, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, cregan stark, and helaena targaryen.
(from marvel) peter parker, stephen strange, hope van dyne, carol danvers, steve rogers, bucky barnes, tony stark, erik lehnsherr, jean grey, raven darkhölme, moon knight (all of the moonboys), and layla el-faouly.
(from the hunger games) haymitch abernathy, young!coriolanus snow, finnick odair, and johanna mason.
(from the wizarding world) the marauders, golden trio, and scamander brothers.
(from the vampire diaries universe) elena gilbert, the mikaelson siblings, tyler lockwood, bonnie bennett, hayley marshall, cami o'connell and enzo st. john.
benedict & francesca bridgerton!
(from percy jackson) luke castellan, and percy jackson.
edmond dantès, from the 2002 film of the count of monte cristo
adrian chase/vigilante
(from the boys) hughie, frenchie, annie january, and soldier boy.
ransom drysdale!
Topics/Characters I Don't Write:
clonecest.
incest (except for house of the dragon)
poly relationships (still new to the concept)
rape, pedophilia, non-con (including consensual somnophilia).
major character death
any real-life person x reader (know the difference between actor and character)
damon and stefan salvatore
Topics/Characters I Love to Write for:
elena gilbert
clones - if y'all give me a hunter request, expect it 1000000% fulfilled
cheesy tropes/headcanons
smut with plot
moon knight
hurt/comfort
desperate-prompted tropes from feelings like jealousy and angst.
song-based prompts! anything ranging from lady gaga to ac/dc to louis armstrong.
mutual pining.
headcanon list
happy endings!
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If I fulfill your request, please do reblog the same! (P.S. Reviews/Comments are greatly appreciated along with the reblog <33)
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illdowhatiwantthanks · 8 months ago
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Masterlist & Request Guidelines
Requests are closed right now, but the Masterlist is always open! 🫶🏻
MASTERLIST
Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)
Can You Stay?
Texts from Olivia Benson
Eyes Open
When Worlds Collide (x daughter!reader)
Alex Blake (Criminal Minds)
What You Want (18+)
Inside Your Head
Texts from Alex Blake
Haircut
Alex Cabot (Law & Order: SVU)
Alex Cabot x Reader Headcanons
After General Anesthesia
Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Headcanons
What You Give
Texts from Alex Cabot (18+)
Carol Danvers (Marvel)
Forgetting
Find Your People (x sibling!reader)
Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)
A Hard Day
Just Playing
Headcanons: Coming Out to Rosa Diaz as Transmasc
Passenger Princess
A Little Lunch
Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)
N/A
Lee Harker (Longlegs)
Cocooned
The Halloween Party
Jennifer Jareau (Criminal Minds)
The Dogs
The Intruder
Fight or Flight (x daughter!reader)
Texts from Jennifer "JJ" Jareau (18+)
The Aftermath
Johanna Mason (The Hunger Games)
Home Again
Casey Novak (Law & Order: SVU)
Clueless
Someone Will See
First Time (18+)
Sunday Mornings
She Likes You Anyway
Empty House (18+)
You're Safe Now
Home for the Holidays
Take Me Out to the Ball Game (18+)
I Need You To
Your Brother's Wedding
Casey Novak x Reader Headcanons
After General Anesthesia
Panic! At the DA's Office
Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Headcanons
May the Fourth Be With You
Changes
With the Crack of a Bat
Just One Kiss
Texts from Casey Novak
They Go Low
Getting Older, Too
Interrogations
When Worlds Collide
Frozen Oranges
Maggie Pierce (Grey's Anatomy)
Just as Friends
Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)
The Surprise Series Masterlist
Coming Out
Let Me Keep You Safe (18+)
Emily Prentiss x Reader Headcanons
Shelter from the Storm
Don't Lie to Me
Burning (18+)
Tracing You
Tiny (x daughter!reader)
Doxxed
Control (18+)
The World's Largest Box of Condoms (x daughter!reader)
Touchy (18+)
Texts from Emily Prentiss (18+)
White Fang
Arizona Robbins (Grey's Anatomy)
N/A
Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)
N/A
Amelia Shepherd (Grey's Anatomy)
Sick Call
Aces
Tea for Two
Strap Up (18+)
Postpartum (18+)
Playing It Safe (18+)
You're Mine (18+)
The R Word
Left Unsaid (18+)
Texts from Amelia Shepherd (18+)
Callie Torres (Grey's Anatomy)
N/A
Cristina Yang (Grey's Anatomy)
N/A
REQUEST GUIDELINES
If you have requests for characters outside of the above, please feel free to send them on anyway! The above are just characters I've written for before. If I'm familiar with the character/source material and the request meets my parameters, I'll be happy to give it a shot!
PARAMETERS:
I only write for characters who are women. No men here. Sorry, folks.
I only write x reader. I don't really enjoy writing about already-existing relationships or character ships. I've done a couple of x daughter!reader and x sibling!reader fics, and I'm happy to do them, but to be honest I very much prefer romantic fics.
I only write for readers and characters with v*lvas. I absolutely welcome non-binary/gender non-conforming characters/readers. Just be aware that, where smut is concerned, I only feel confident writing about humans with v*ginas.
I don't feel comfortable writing dark!characters or smut that's degrading. Kinks and other smut-related requests I take on a case-by-case basis. But I absolutely will not write anything that even gets close to the line of non-consensual. No shade to you if the above are things you enjoy reading/writing, they're just personally not for me.
Autistic readers are so welcome! I love reading and writing x autistic!reader fics!
I do feel comfortable writing about the aftermath of trauma (sexual or otherwise), most mental illnesses, etc. I enjoy a good hurt/comfort fic and, as someone who's dealt with both of the above, I know it can be very comforting to read something that makes you feel like you're cared for and safe.
I also really enjoy writing headcanons, so feel free to request those as well! The same rules apply for headcanons that apply for fics.
Send those requests on, bbs!
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jamiedc-they-them · 8 months ago
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R&R Part II (Platonic)
Summary: A few months have passed since Carol has come home; and while she relishes in being home and on earth, she soon learns that you are anything but happy with your home planet.
AN// Hi all! You can read Part I here. This carries on with Y/N's character from Part I, mainly with their anti-capitalist stance, and how it can go into a sort of dig at heroes and their lack of proper helping those in need small scale. It's not a dig at the characters, just the system they are a part of (motives be damned). So, this is more of a rant piece filtered through the lens of a story. That sounded dumb; anyway, enjoy!
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// Talks on anxieties, climate change, war, death, emotional overwhelm.
Carol put her feet up on the coffee table. It was nice, cosy. She was home. She could relax. The pain of losing Monica was still there, but time was making it easier to bear with. It felt wrong, saying that, but she knew her niece wouldn't mind it.
It was always nice having you around again. She missed her sibling. The snap had made your age gap even longer. You were brought into the world while she was gone, so there was a lot to both catch up on, and a long age gap between you both. It didn't matter though, you both clicked. You both just got each other. Faults and all.
It was nice not being lonely anymore. Kamala visited as well, sort of taking her into her family - but also understood boundaries and tried not to cross them with the two of you; though the two of you did get along quite well, her hyper nature helping you open up a bit.
You also told her more about your thoughts on the system you all lived under. And Kamala listened, even taking notes, and adding her own.
Carol had her issues with it - the gendered roles of society and the discrimination of people like her and other minorities - but yours seemed to go almost deeper. Sometimes, she'd see the glint in your eye when she returned from a flight around with her powers, or when you looked at her suit.
You were still doing your end of hunting for work - finding some unpaid work to help you build up that portfolio. Progress. She was happy you were making it, she even saw that you were as well.
But then, she'd see a glint in your eye whenever you looked at your bank account, seeing the monthly pay check come in. Guilt. It always confused her as to why.
She let herself think on it. You two were having a peaceful few months, having talks like the one she wanted to have with you sometimes, but mostly just being siblings.
One day, however, the question in the back of her mind just couldn't be contained, and it slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself:
"Did I do something wrong?"
You paused the movie you were watching - Dune: Part One - and looked at her, perplexed; eyes going from the film you'd seen a million times and back to Carol.
"...No?" it was more of a question even from your lips.
She sighed, and then gathered herself - she was glad she wasn't supressing her emotions anymore, but they could be messy; she supposed that was just the point of being human, though.
"It's just..." she said, "I see the way you look at my uniform sometimes, some of the things you say to Kamala. And she, like, agrees with you?"
You paused mid sip of your beer, and put it down on the table, before leaning back and looking at your sister; really looking at her. She genuinley didn't understand it - not even how the people on her world were treated - even if by an ai, the irony of you watching Dune and what came both before and after in that universe not being lost on you - and so, you figured, if she was ripping off the band aid, you could too.
"It's not you. It's --" even you struggled with emotions and words. You put your head in your hands and ran them down your face, resting them on your chin as you continued with a question, "did Hala really fall?"
Carol was a bit shaken by the question, but nodded, wanting to see where you were going with this.
"I don't think it was you that killed it," you comforted, "not completely. War in systems like that'll happen anyway. It's what gives them meaning, keeps people in line. 'Might makes right' and all that bullshit."
"You don't think people should fight back?"
"The oppressed? Hell yeah. Always."
Carol was genuinley not fully expecting that, not with the world you lived in, not with people like --
"But, the flagsmashers --"
"Oh, don't," you made her pause, "the people trying to help people with this new adjustment. People now deemed bad because people came back and it screwed them over? Don't get me wrong, I don't agree with all the actions, but the idea? Oh yeah. Governments came back in and just told them to fuck off. I weren't around in the in-between, but I could get how that new normal suddenly being interrupted fucked them up. Even more so with...you know, the power government have, Carol. SHIELD, too. They don't care about what goes up in the air, and what it'll do down here. They just care about the next alien, while they suck our own resources that they say the new outsider can't have. People are still on the streets, Carol, still fighting for every breathe. Nothing changed for them pre or post blip. Shit didn't change."
"The blip was chaos --"
"I'm not saying it wasn't, C," you said, "but the way the people in charge acted then, to the way they acted now, I don't really see a difference. Same exploitation. Same, just, fucking, system. Same screwing people over, and pushing anyone down who dares bark back."
"So, what? Ends justify the means?"
"For you guys, it does, sure," she tried not to take it personal, "I mean, you should've seen New York, C, after the Avengers first saved it. People's lives destroyed. Cars gone. Loved ones dead. Money could help with some things, but not everything. Knew a guy, had a small restaurant that Hulk smashed into. In jail now for stealing some bread to just find a bed."
"They're trying --"
"They won't ever do enough," you shot back with, "they never will. They just want the status quo, no change. Aliens come, Avengers break things, some things get fixed; rinse and repeat until the sea or sun swallows us all."
She was glad you were being open with you, but she didn't like what you were keeping in. The worry, and pain, and grief for something bigger.
"The world's dying, Carol. Just like Hala," you chuckled, "shit, they even wanna do the whole AI thing."
"It won't be like that --"
"Won't it?" you challenged, "people in Silicon Valley, you think they give two shits who that replaces, or how many resources that shit takes? They couldn't. It's why they made their bunkers and all that, just in case it all goes wrong. They know, that the second it does, we'd have them by their throats."
"I'd protect you," it was an instinctual thing for her to say. And, normally, you'd be glad to hear it - to know that, no matter what, she had your back. Here, though, it did the opposite.
"I don't think you can. Not from this."
"Why?"
"Because it's nature, C. Human kind, the ones with the power, trying to impose itself upon nature, be the top dog. Nature always wins. I don't think you can stop that."
"I'd make sure you got out ok."
"And go where?"
"I have a ship. And I'm basically immortal. I saved some of the Skrull with Kamala when their new home get destroyed. I will save who I can here."
"You couldn't save everyone."
"I know," she hated to admit it, "but I'd save who I could."
You gave her a sad smile, "I know you would. But not everyone in your league is like you."
She tilted her head, "they don't have ships or are immortal. Together, you could tear the whole damn thing down, and help us all start again, better. Fairer."
"Stark used his money to help people."
"He shouldn't of had that much money in the first place. No one needs nor deserves that much money when someone else is out on the street."
"So you're saying he should've of?"
You sighed, stood up, and paced a bit, "I'm saying that no one, especially people with an ego the size of a clown's arse pocket," she had a small twitch at the lips at your way with words, "should have access to that amount of money. Nothing should be worth that much. No one should be above someone else."
You looked at her, clicking your fingers a few times before sitting down and putting a hand over her's, "what you mean to people, like the people who want you to sign stuff or something - or the people you help - that's good. Symbols are important. But...the way SHIELD can use you, that's not so great. They're at the top with their cushy jobs, doing whatever the President says is the right thing to do at the time. Only time I respected Cap, was when he broke off from them with the accords and before the whole HYDRA thing. That's a person, I can get behind. Might not like the mantel, but Steve Rogers, even with where we'd disagree, hell yeah."
You clicked your tongue, "Stark only changed because he saw what his weapons did. He was taken to 'the other place', to where they were made, and saw first hand the damage they did. That's the story I heard anyway. So, he did things different post then. Fine, glad he did. But, if he never did, do you think he would've?"
She shook her head.
"I loved Maria," your voice shook at your deceased sister, and you squeezed Carol's hand as you knew she missed her too, "and I always loved her, but not what she did. Not what she was a part of. Bombing people. I mean, christ, you were testing out a new jet just to get to things faster. Burn up more fuel and --"
Carol hated seeing you like this, getting worked up. But, she tightened her hand on yours, trying to ground you.
"All the war and destruction -- I mean, shit, the amount of pollution and everything...Hala had a dying sun and lack of water. We'll have water we can't drink and places too hot to live or underwater. I'm just --"
You looked to her, eyes full of fright, "I'm just scared, Carol," your voice cracked, "you fight the big fights up there, and fine - we defend ourselves. But...you never fight the big bad down here. The people who make these groups. You ignore that one. Some companies? Sure. But never anything but that. Lip service, half the time. You speak out about, but do you do anything about it?"
She was silent. You nudged your head to your phone, "I get a bit more than most people would, and they ain't even being kept going by SHIELD. Some people's jobs might not even fully cover what I get. And, I get it because I'm related to you? How's that fair?"
Carol took a sip of her own beer. It had been a lot to hear, but she was glad she did. She seemed to know that you were thankful of it, too. No going back, but she was glad you did.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm sorry -"
"Hey, no, no" you said, squeezing her hand, "no, it's not just you, ok? It's not an individual thing. Alright, fuck that. It's why we need community, Carol. That's what keeps us going. I know I've got you when I need you, and vise versa, minus the no powers thing," she snorted, "but, you can't fully make change on your own. It takes community."
"All shouting in one voice..."
"Exactly. It can be use for good or bad, but yeah."
There was a pause, as you both recollected yourself.
"I love you," you said, "always, you know that. And I love what you all can mean to people; the hope, the idea of a better tomorrow, safety and all. But...it just feels sometimes, that you aren't fully doing that, you know? Sure, you help people out --"
"But we don't with what causes those things in the first place," it was a lot for her to take in, and she wasn't sure she agreed with all of it, but she could see that sense now. What you were trying to go for.
"There you go," you said, a slight teasing edge to your voice as you could tell she didn't fully agree.
Something then popped into her head, "hey, uh, there's a shelter that's near town. They have some volunteer stuff there. Did you wanna maybe go down together?"
You nodded with a smile, "I'd like that."
Carol nodded, she would.
"Oh, and I can also -"
You put your hand up, "you can't fix everything on your own."
"...But I have super powers. Isn't that like the whole point? I can do things no one else can, so I use them for good?"
You tilted your head to the side, bottom lip sticking out; she did have a point.
"Sure," you conceded, "but, as much as I'd like to hear on the news of you taking out all the guys who caused it," she chuckled - as she would do it, if it would instantly fix everything - "that'll come later. Right now, we just do what we can, Carol and Y/N Danvers. Then build it up from there."
Carol nodded, "build it up from there."
You were still scared about the things, the big issues in society and the web of connections they all shared. Hell, even Carol did. She saw them when she was young, but now with older eyes, she saw them even more so.
She'd still fight the galactic fights, that was where she was needed; but she was also needed here, fighting the smaller - but still impactful - fights. There was still time to help, to attempt to do what she could.
She'd use it better now. Maybe not exactly an even split, but a split none the less.
AN// I don't know if I'm thrilled with how this turned out. I like it, and I think it got across all my anxieties about things, and how I like hero culture (IE. Comics and Movies/Shows) addressing these things and sometimes even having really good commentary on them, but how not all of it does this, you know? It does lip service without offering any alternates, if that makes sense?
Anyways, hope you enjoyed! <3
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Carol Danvers Masterlist
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Sisterly Bonding
-reader's tasked with an off world mission alongside Carol. The two catch up and Carol goes over the mission plan.
(siblings.)
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m0nsterqzzz · 9 months ago
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is it possible for a Carol Danvers x reader where Reader is a new caretaker of the baby flerkens/kittens and sometimes asks Carol tips since she looks after Goose while this is happening Kamala ships it and asks Kate to help her ship set sail and the two of them tries to be like spies like the Black Widow siblings but fails and in the end Carol has the guts to asks reader out but Kamala and Kate has to do training about stealth as punishment?
this is so cuteeee ahhh
love the flerkens with all my heart so i'm so excited to write this <3
it'll actually be the first carol oneshot i've posted!! (despite writing hundreds and hating all of them lol) so thank you for requesting bestie <3333
sorry it took so long but here you go :)
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pairing: Carol Danvers x gn reader
summary: taking care of baby flerkens is scary. That's for sure. But would such a positive outcome of getting a date with a pretty superhero be enough to make you stay?
a/n: love the ask, hate my writing. just like always.
carol is wifey tho so we chill.
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You wouldn’t exactly say your job is superhero important, but taking care of thirty kittens who can open up their mouths and swallow you whole at any second has its own set of risks.
It started with you going to visit the vet place you used to work at as a doctor before leaving to pursue other interests. You’re still close friends with the rest of the vet’s there, so you go and visit when you have time. While you were there, your friend Maggie had been telling you about some girl that came in with thirty cats, which surprisingly, has been seen before. That wasn't why this lady was remembered in the office so well. It was because the kittens kept eating workers, just to spit them back up perfectly fine- well maybe a little bit covered in saliva- about an hour later.
When Maggie described the woman, an older blonde woman that had manners, was accompanied by two young girls that wouldn't stop getting on her nerves, and had fists that glowed when one of the girls accidentally ate a dog treat that was shaped like a cupcake. The woman's name was Carol Danvers- a superhero you and millions of other people were familiar with- and her friends, Kamala Khan and Kate Bishop.
Fun day for the office, and you could only say you wish you’d been there to see it. The smirk on your friend's face was one you see quite often, one she only has when she’s planning something.
So that day, you left the vet building with a piece of paper in hand, one that had a messily scribbled out phone number. Carol’s number. She’s looking for someone to take care of the flerken kittens while she's at work, and she was so happy to hear back from someone that she hired you without even asking to see your credentials.
That's how you find yourself here, chasing around one of the kittens with a treat in hand. Kamala, the sweetest angel, was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she’s in the wrong place. I.E, one of the kittens' stomachs. As Carol explained it, whatever goes in their mouths aren't technically in their stomachs, just in a pocket of time and space that starts in their stomachs. At least, that's what you thought she said. You were too busy watching the way her arm muscles flexed in the tank top she was wearing while she was hammering a nail to connect parts of the giant bed she’s building for the kittens.
Suddenly, as you get into the kitchen with the cat still several feet in front of you, somebody chuckles and leans down to catch the meowing animal before it can escape again. It’s Carol, dressed in her usual attire of slightly baggy jeans, an old band t-shirt and converse. 
She holds the cat up but it’s armpits, facing him away from her and in the opposite direction of you before she says, “give her back.” That’s all it takes, and then the kitten opens it’s mouth and spits out Kamala.
You’re barely paying attention to the girl gasping for air on the floor though, instead you’re watching Carol's cute smile as she nuzzles the cat and then sets him back on the ground. “How’ you do that?” You start, trying to get your breathing back to normal. “I’ve been trying to catch him for like an hour.”
“Yeah, that was a really long time!” Kamala chimes in, but neither you nor Carol are listening.
“I learned from Goose that if you show disappointment in your voice, they’ll let ‘em go. Weird, but effective.” The blonde says before she goes back to cooking. “I’m making lunch. You want some, honey?
You find yourself turning crimson at the nickname, about to say no thank you before suddenly Carol is speaking again, panic in her voice. “I mean do you want honey! In the tea! That I haven’t made yet. Not you honey! This honey!” She holds up a honey container shaped like a bear to prove her point.
Kamala smirks, awkwardly winking at Carol and mouthing the word, “Smooth!” before the superhero finally just shoves her out of the room.
You sigh, nodding your head before grabbing the baby flerken and making your way out of the room. It’s obvious she doesn’t feel the same way and you shouldn’t be surprised. Why would a superhero like her fall for…you?
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Carol Danvers is madly in love with you.
You don’t know that, of course. But she is.
It’s why she’s here, panicking in the kitchen after accidentally calling you a nickname. Someone snickers behind her, and without missing a beat, she throws a rag towards Kamala’s head. “Shut up. That sucked! What is wrong with me? The blonde pleads, and Kamala’s eyes soften even though her tone is still teasing as she says in a sing-songy voice, “You like them.”
“No shit sherlock. Of course I like them. Have you seen their smile? And the little laugh they do whenever one of the flerkens eat something? Or-”
She’s cut off by Kate barling into the kitchen, Goose in her arms and training suit on. “What’s going on?”
“Carol’s telling us about her crush on the flerkins caretaker.”
“Ooooo! Are you gonna ask them out?”
“Can you two shut up?”
“No. I totally ship you guys!”
“Fine. How about this, if you don’t shut up and let me handle this, I’ll make you do 48 extra hours of training over the course of the next two weeks. That's almost two extra hours a day.”
They shut up.
It’s not like she doesn’t want to go out with you. That would be amazing. But she hasn’t had a relationship in years. Well, there was that little situationship with Valkyrie but we don’t talk about that!
Point is, she doesn’t know all the proper dating etiquette nowadays. Should she take you to dinner and a movie? Ask your kin if it’s okay? Recite poetry?
The two younger girls notice her spiral as she leaves the kitchen, making them feel sorry for their friend. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kate asks with a smile.
Kamala is silent for a minute before she says, “We should go to the store and get Goose to steal ice cream sandwiches for us because we’re poor?”
“Later. Right now, I think we need to help Carol get a date.”
“I don’t know about this Kate. It’s clear she doesn’t want our help.”
“Wow. Since when did Kamala Khan not want to meddle? It’s like your favorite activity.”
The young girl sighs, petting Goose before she says, “You’re right. Carol needs our help and it’s going to take serious meddling.”
So, with that idea in mind, they come up with a plan. As superheroes, their main job is keeping people out of danger. It’s what Carol also does on a daily basis. If they can put you in a dangerous situation, Carol can swoop in and save you.
It’s why they went to the store and got 2 pounds of butter, melting it over the stove before dumping it all over the living room floor.
Just because they’re superheroes doesn’t mean they’re smart.
Then, they hide behind the kitchen counter, heads peeking over the side that makes it obvious it’s them.
You open the front door, back from your lunch as you call out for the baby flerkens. You stop in your tracks when you see the butter, eyes darting around the house as you call out, “Carol?”
She comes running in, successfully slipping in the butter before you can catch her. Kamala and Kate gasp from their hiding spot, hiding their heads again when Carol narrows her eyes towards them.
“Are you okay? Do you need help?” You say, but she just shakes her head with a grimace. “No. I’m fine. Go on. The kittens are in my room.” With a hesitant nod, you walk around the pool of butter with your crush smack dab in the middle of it, then into the hallway and towards her room.
Carol takes a deep breath while closing her eyes, deciding to lay in shame and butter. Kamala and Kate quietly get up from their hiding spot, taking her moment of silence to escape this situation. “Three hours of extra stealth training tomorrow. A punishment for this and because I don’t know how the hell you two become superheroes. And please….for the love of god….clean up the fucking butter.” The blonde mumbles with her eyes closed, the younger girls grabbing each other's arms as they hold in a groan and continue trying to sneak out despite the fact they’ve already been caught.
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After a quick trip to the grocery store for ice cream, Kamala and Kate spend all night watching movies, eating, and coming up with a new plan to make their ship sail.
Carols a good cook, having had to learn how when she got tired of eating packaged space food on her ship. You don't get home cooked meals a lot, so maybe they can invite you over for a dinner so that you and Carol can have more time to talk about things that aren't work related.
You easily accept their invitation with the idea that Carol knows you'll be there, so its a bit upsetting when you show up and she frowns in confusion. "Hey. Did you forget something?" Carol questions when she opens the front door to see you.
"Um....no. Kamala and Kate invited me for dinner? I figured you knew." You say with a frown of confusion, and she lets out an annoyed sigh that for a second your kinda scared is pointed towards you until she yells, "Kate! Kamala!
They jump up from behind the couch, the nervousness clear in their eyes. "Oh hey Carol. We were just hanging out."
"Behind the couch?"
"Yup. This is our....meeting spot. How'd you not know that?"
The blonde stares at them for a minute before she snickers. "That's another hour of stealth training. Leave the spy stuff to Yelena and Nat from now on girls." You’re still confused about what's happening, but in the end just decide to leave it be and come inside with the dessert you brought.
Carol follows you into the kitchen, thanking you for the treats with a bright smile. “I already ate, and I have to do some repairs on my ship, but I’ll see you tomorrow alright?” With that, she leaves, once again squashing any hope you ever had of starting a relationship with her.
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The next day, you show up at the house to take care of the flerkens like usual though something feels off. The air is more tense, and there’s not laughing going on from some dumb joke Kamala told like there would usually be. It’s always been such a fun, energetic home. Right now though, you feel like you’re in a library and have to stay quiet so a 100 year old librarian doesn’t come and tell you to shut up.
After a awkward run in with Carol in the hallway while you’re on your way to the flerkens room and she’s on her way to make breakfast before leaving packing her bags for the week long job she has to go on in space, she walks into the kitchen were Kamala and Kate are sitting at opposite ends of the table. They’re on their phones, both texting someone.
They’re texting each other about a new plan, but Carol doesn’t need to know that.
“What’s this?” They finally look up from their phones when the blonde speaks, her tone bitter and confused as she holds up a takeaway coffee cup with someone's phone number scribbled messily on it. It’s not her phone number, and it’s not one of the girl’s ethier.
“I don’t know. It’s something your little crush brought in. Said something about the girl behind the counter at the coffee place hitting on them.” Kamala chuckles, fighting the urge to roll her eyes when Kate begins to hit her arm repeatedly.
The archer takes a moment to compose herself before she says in the most casual voice she can muster, “Seems like you missed your chance.”
Carol’s eyes finally move away from the cup to look at her younger friend with wide eyes. “You really think so?” Kamala smiles knowingly and hums. “Yup. I do.”
You come into the kitchen with a flerken in your arms right at that moment, not exactly reading the room as you grab the cup from Carol’s hand and smile. “Thanks captain. I was looking for that.”
You begin to make your way out of the room, but she gently grabs ahold of your wrist before you can so you turn around to face her. She’s nervous, you can tell that by the way her hand absentmindedly draws stars on the counter and she uses her other hand to tap the beat of the Star Wars theme song against her thigh.
“You okay Carol?” You ask with a small chuckle, reaching over to put your hand over the one drawing stars which only seems to make her more nervous.
Kate coughs then whispers, “Chicken.” Carol narrows her eyes at the giggling pair at the table, point towards the entryway to the kitchen. “Out.”
They grumble something about her being a big baby as they leave, but you have a feeling they don’t get very far.
“So I was thinking.” She starts.
You snicker before saying, “That’s never good.” 
She groans, playfully shoving you away. The joking helps to ease her nerves a little, and she can finally look you in the eyes as she speaks. “I was thinking….that if you’re free, and you want to, we can maybe….go out to dinner together? Like more than friends? Only if you want to though! I totally understand if you don’t want to and I guess this might have been a little too-” Your laughter cuts her off, but it doesn't help her nerves.
“What's so funny?” She tries to awkwardly giggle as well.
One look at her face is all you need to go silent.
“You’re not kidding?” The question comes out as more of a whisper. Her stomach churns as she shrugs. “Not really.”
You think about it for a minute before asking, “You like me?”
“I really, really like you. But it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I totally understand.”
She watches as a small smile forms on your face, then changes to a cheshire cat grin. “I….I would love to go out to dinner with you Carol. Because I really, really, really like you too.” With that, you pull her into one of the tightest hugs she's ever gotten, her arms hesitantly wrapping around your waist to bring you even closer. 
You guys stand there in silence for a few seconds, just enjoying each other's embrace before she suddenly calls out and is followed by loud groans and your laughter, “Girls, I know you’re in the hallway. That’s five hours of stealth training. Really, how have you guys saved cities?" 
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Carol: And me? Oh, I'm 60 years old.
Kate and kamala: damn!
Carol: ……
Kate and kamala: ……we’re sorry.
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