#Carol danvers fluff

[togrowoldinv]

Meeting the Team

Carol Danvers x Female Reader

Carol brings Monica and Kamala home to take refuge for an evening and to meet her wife. Fluff ensues

Note: I was just thinking about Carol having a secret wife and the lovely Monica and Kamala meeting her. Enjoy this one!

Carol Danvers Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You’re stirred from your sleep when you hear the sound of a ship landing near your house. You hope it’s Carol’s.

When you hear the sound of the front door unlocking, you roll out of bed and walk to greet her in the front room.

She’s in her suit but it looks a little worse for wear. Carol catches sight of you and the weight falls off her shoulders.

“Hey sweetheart,” Carol says softly, a smirk rests on her face.

You cross the room quickly and pull her into a hug. She flinches due to her own soreness but keeps hugging you anyways.

“Are you okay?” You ask her, grabbing her face in your hands.

“I’m okay,” she says.

Her eyes are determined. You realize she’s here just for a short time to regroup or gather some information.

“I missed you,” you say.

“I missed you,” Carol replies.

You lean in to kiss her but you stop short when you see two women, or rather one woman and one teenage girl, walk in the door behind her.

“Carol?” You alert her to the presence.

“It’s okay,” Carol says. “We’re- well I guess we’re a team.”

“We are so a team,” the teenage girl says.

Carol tries to hold back a smile but you see it on her face that she likes these teammates. She turns around and holds you by the waist.

“Y/n, this is Kamala and Monica,” Carol says.

“Wait, the Monica?” You ask. The woman’s eyes flash to Carol’s at your words.

“Yeah,” Carol says. “Our powers are entangled.”

“Right, okay. It’s nice to meet you both, come on in and make yourself comfortable,” you say.

They move to sit on the couch. Carol goes to the bathroom to freshen up first.

“What was your name again?” Monica asks you.

“Y/n,” you supply. “I’m Carol’s wife.”

“Oh my god,” Kamala says, mostly to herself.

“What?” You ask.

“Oh, she’s just a fan girl,” Monica explains. “She’ll be writing fanfiction later about Carol having a secret wife.”

You chuckle at the girl’s antics. You can’t blame her for loving Carol enough to want to create new versions of her.

“Carol and I got married a few years ago,” you say. “But we really haven’t been able to spend much time together. Planets need saving and all that.”

“Sounds familiar,” Monica says.

Carol enters the room and sits down next to you with a sigh. You want to ask more about her reuniting with Monica but that’s for another time when it’s just the two of you.

“Do you have powers?” Kamala asks. You realize this girl has a talent for breaking awkward silences.

“I do not,” you say. “Although, wrangling this one in should be considered a power.”

“Wow,” Carol says. “I’m offended.”

“Don’t be, baby,” you say. You kiss her cheek and she tries to hide her blush. “It’s a privilege to love you. Even when you run off to space for months at a time.”

“You could go with me if you want,” Carol shrugs.

“Nope. That’s your world up there. Not mine,” you reply. Carol only smiles. “Are you guys hungry?”

“Starving,” Kamala answers. “I mean no, we’re good.”

“Come with me,” you tell her.

You lead the girl into the kitchen and let her take her pick of food to eat. She settles on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Kamala asks you a few questions about Carol and your relationship. She seems genuinely excited with every answer she receives.

Monica and Carol are in the living room still. You don’t hear much talking, so you make Carol a sandwich and go get her.

“Babe, I made you a sandwich,” you say. “Please eat at least half. I know you haven’t been remembering to eat a lot.”

“I’m fine,” Carol says. “I get enough.”

“Go.” You leave no room for argument. She sighs and goes to the kitchen. That leaves you alone with Monica.

The woman is sitting on the couch. You know from her vantage point that she can see the framed photo of Maria that Carol keeps on the shelf.

“I’m sorry to hear about your mom,” you say, not really knowing what to say.

“Oh, thanks,” she replies.

“You know I think Carol has some more pictures around here somewhere,” you say. “Maybe next time you come by we can look for them.”

“Yeah,” Monica says noncommittally.

“Do you need anything? A drink, food, medicine?” You ask.

“Thank you. I’m okay,” Monica says.

“Are you sure? I can tell Carol is sore so I can imagine you all are,” you say.

“You can tell that about her just from looking at her?”

“From the hug. She flinched,” you explain. “She never admits she’s hurting, but I know she is. Although, I do see a part of her healing. Probably from reuniting with you. She seems happier.”

Monica nods. She knows that this has meant a lot to Carol. It means a lot to her too, but right now she’s still a bit hardened to the idea of being in her presence again.

Carol and Kamala come back into the room before you can say anything else. You help show them where to sleep and then end up back your bedroom with Carol.

She changes into some pajamas and snuggles into bed next to you. You rest your head against her shoulder.

“How long?” You ask her.

“Just until morning,” Carol replies. “I need to fix a part of my ship. And I wanted to see you.”

“How are you doing with this whole Monica thing?”

Carol takes a deep breath. She hasn’t really had time to stop and think about it.

“I’m okay I think,” she says. “I’m good. It’s amazing how she’s grown up to be so wonderful.”

“Yeah? She has powers, that’s insane.”

“I know,” Carol says. “I didn’t know that until I saw her with Fury. She’s really a great person too. I definitely couldn’t keep Kamala as safe without her.”

“What’s the deal with Kamala? She’s a kid who loves you?” You ask, a chuckle escaping from your lips.

“Apparently,” Carol sighs. “But I really don’t feel like I’m a good role model for her. Maybe she’s seeing that in the choices I’ve already had to make in front of her.”

“Hey, you always do your best. Sacrifices are necessary. You know that, baby,” you try to encourage her. “The way that girl looks at you definitely makes me know that she looks up to you.”

Carol kisses your head and rubs a hand over your back. It’s slightly warmer than normal, meaning she’s using her powers to help you relax.

“We need some sleep,” Carol says.

“We do,” you reply. “Hey, don’t let me forget to tell Kamala in the morning about how we met.”

“Oh god, she’s going to write a story about it,” Carol says. “Whatever fanfiction is.”

“It’s fantastic,” you reply.

“You know what it is?”

“Of course, babe.”

“And you’ve read it?” She asks. You nod. “About me?”

“No,” you laugh out. “I don’t need to when I have you already, my love. Although, I do need some new content.”

Carol grins mischievously. She’s sent you countless videos, pictures, and voice memos over the years. But it has been a while since she has done that for you.

“Tell you what, when this thing is over I’m coming back home for a while,” she says. “And we can spend our time doing whatever we want.”

“I’d love that,” you say. “Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight, my beautiful wife,” Carol replies.

You kiss her lips for a few minutes before you both feel the weight of sleep fall over you.

When you wake in the morning, you spend a few more hours with Carol, Kamala, and Monica. The goodbye is always hard, but you know Carol will come back to you. She always does.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Forgetting

Carol Danvers x fem!reader Warnings: established relationship, long distance, fluffy times, explicit language, implied sex (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: It's been nearly a year since you've seen your girlfriend and almost two months since you've heard from her. And you're beginning to worry that she's forgotten about you. After all, the universe is a big place.

357 days. That’s how long it had been since you’d seen your girlfriend. You tried to think of yourself like a military spouse. After all, Carol did used to be in the Air Force. And she did travel to far-away, dangerous places to protect people, with very limited communication for long periods of time. It’s just that her dangerous locations were in other galaxies instead of other countries.

You were used to her being gone or, well, as used to it as you could be. The longer her absence went on, the more used to it you got, but somehow it also became harder. When she first set off on this mission, she’d been in your galaxy, so communications had come faster and with more regularity. Less space and time for them to travel through. But the farther away she got, the longer it took her messages to get to you. You were lucky if you got one email a month.

It wasn’t personal. You knew that. She was far away. Even with the best technology S.H.I.E.L.D. could provide to a civilian, her communication with you was still slow and limited. But, god, you missed her. You missed her laugh. You missed the warmth of her next to you in bed. You missed the way she propped her leg up when she sat down, no matter what kind of chair it was. You hung on every word of her emails, going over them so often you’d memorized them.

It had been two months since Carol’s last email. It was a long time to go without communication, even for her. The irrational part of your brain was desperately worried for her. There’s no telling what kind of high-risk situations she got herself into out there. But you knew that if anyone could handle themselves against all the forces of evil in the universe, it was Carol. You also knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. would have contacted you immediately had anything happened to her.

Another part of your brain–equally irrational but much harder to talk down–worried that Carol had forgotten you. The universe that Carol traversed was huge. Infinite, even. She saw things no one else had ever seen. Met people and experienced cultures that were so different from ours on Earth that we’d never even dream them up. Who’s to say she hadn’t found somewhere–someone–more beautiful than here, with you? She saw entire worlds, the neverending canvas of space and time. How could it possibly be that, of all the things in the known universe, you were the one worth coming home to? You always worried that maybe, this time, you weren’t.

As you climbed into bed, missing, as always, the feeling of Carol’s arms wrapped around you, the rise and fall of her chest as she slept, you once again pulled up her most recent email. From 61 days ago.

Hi, baby. I hope all’s well on Earth. I’m sad I’m missing spring–you know it’s my favorite season. Are there apricots on the tree yet? Or just buds? I’d give an arm for an apricot right now. I’m farther out than normal, so you might not hear from me for a while. One of the Andromedas. 2.7 lightyears away, if you can believe it. It scares me a little to be so far away from you.

I know I’ve said it before, but it gets lonely out here. Sometimes I wish you could come with me, but I know your body wouldn’t handle space-time travel like mine does. Superhero probs. Also, it’s probably not fair for me to make you put your entire life on pause just because I miss you like crazy.

It’s so beautiful out here in a weird, quiet way. I wish you could see it. Yesterday, I passed a pulsar. A star carcass, as I like to call them. They’re these gigantic masses of spinning light that put out radio signals (which might interfere with how quickly you get this, fuck pulsars). You’ve never seen something so big. So big it’s almost hard to believe it’s really there.

Anyway. I’m rambling. I miss you so much. I always miss you, but this time feels harder for some reason. I miss the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. I miss the way your hair sticks up in the morning. I miss kissing you. I miss doing more than kissing you. I just miss you.

I’m not sure when I’ll get home, but I think about you every day, every second. Nothing in this galaxy or the next or the next compares to you. Please stay safe. Don’t be sad. Snuggle Goose for me.

I love you.

Carol

You fell asleep reading through the email, again and again, your phone going dark in your hand beside you as you drifted off. You dreamed of pulsars. You dreamed of Carol.

Hours later, you jerked awake, gasping, as you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, hey!” a voice said, calming, reassuring. “It’s just me.”

You’d know that voice anywhere. “Carol!” you squealed, grabbing her and pulling her onto the bed with you, holding her as tight as possible so she could never, ever leave you for so long again. “You’re home!”

You felt her smile against you as she buried her face in your neck, wrapping her strong arms around you. She smelled metallic, almost like gunpowder; you knew it by now–the smell of space. “Hi, baby,” she whispered, breathing you in. “I missed you so much.”

Still holding you close, Carol sat up a bit to just look at you, just take you in. She ran her hand along your cheekbone and pressed a warm kiss to your mouth. A kiss you’d been so desperate for, you thought you might die from relief. Her lips tasted like space, too, the way metal smells after rain. So uniquely her. How many other people could say they knew the taste of space?

“Are you crying?!” Carol asked, alarmed, as she brushed a few tears from under your eyelids.

You sniffed and mumbled, “I thought maybe you forgot about me.”

Carol pulled you to her chest, running her fingers through your hair, lightly grazing her fingernails against your scalp. You shivered at the sensation.

“Oh, baby,” she breathed. “I could never forget about you.”

“But there’s so much out there.”

“Mmhm,” she said, kissing your nose. “And none of it’s as beautiful as you.”

When she moved to stand up, you grasped her hands. “No, no! Stay here and snuggle!”

She laughed, grinning from ear to ear, as she pushed your hair back from your face. “I have to shower, Y/N. I smell like an asteroid.”

You leapt out of bed to stand next to her, looping your arm and hand through hers and leaning against her shoulder. You couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get close enough. You never wanted to let her go.

“Can I join you?” you asked, blushing a little. After all, it had been nearly a year.

Carol looked at you lovingly, smiling softly, a few of her own tears building. She squeezed your hand and dragged you after her into the bathroom. “God, yes.”

[oneofstarkskids]

learn a thing or two

genre: flufffff

pairings: WLW, fury!reader x carol danvers

summary: carol has tried everything to get you to realize she's flirting. when nothing seems to click, she starts to wonder if she's falling for an idiot.

*not my gif*

carol was walking down the halls of SHIELD, smirking at the gasps and whispers she would hear. "oh my god, she's here!" "i've never seen her in person." "isn't that-"

she took the elevator to the floor that held fury's office. to be perfectly honest, she didn't need to be here- on earth- anymore. surely there were other places in the galaxy that required her attention and specific skill set, but she had been distracted as of late.

and there it was once again. that pretty little distraction standing in the center of fury's office holding a stack of files. her eyes trailed up your body. the pantsuit you had on was nice, but carol couldn't help wondering what it would look like on the floor.

"fury," she nods as she enters the room. you turn around at the sound of her voice. she looks like the personification of sunlight. dammit. focus.

nick responds, "carol. surprised to see you still here."

she never takes her eyes off of you, "actually, i was talking to this one." you raise a brow ever so slightly in surprise. your father just frowns.

carol let's a playful smirk dance across her lips, and you quickly turn back towards your father. "if that's all, then i will take these down to central and have someone organize them."

you're walking down the hall for only a few moments before the tall blonde appears beside you. "need any help with that?" she offers flirtatiously.

you don't seem to pick up her tone and shake your head, "that's alright. it's just files, but thanks."

her brows knit together, "okay well...maybe after work we can go for drinks."

you think it over for a moment, "can't. i have an early takeoff tomorrow. romanoff and i are busting some drug traffickers in peru. we've had surveillance on them for months now and they're finally letting their guard down."

carol laughed, "you could learn a thing or two from them."

"what do you mean?" you asked, completely oblivious.

she scanned your face for any sign of sarcasm. you were painfully serious. could you really not tell that she was hitting on you? carol didn't know how to make it any more obvious. "nevermind."

"you know...you better get back quick because i'm only going to be here for a couple more days," and when you didn't say much in reply she stopped walking.

you turned to see why she had stopped so abruptly. she had this exasperated look on her face. "is everything okay?" you asked.

carol's frown only deepened, "jesus, fury, what's it gonna take for you to notice a girl?"

"fury's my dad-" you corrected her.

she ignored you. it wasn't her fault you shared a last name with the man.

"i've been dropping hints all day. actually, screw that, all week!" she said in frustration. she was starting to wonder if you didn't like her back, but she'd seen the way you looked at her. she knew gay when she saw gay.

the only other explanation was that you were just plain stupid. "i don't know what you're-" you started.

carol couldn't bear to listen to that pretty little mouth say one more thing. she slowly made her way towards you, "let me put it simply."

"i've stayed on this planet longer than i have in a while. i spend every second that i'm at SHIELD trying to get your attention and i'm practically begging you to go on a date with me. how can you not see that?" she asked.

you looked somewhat confused and even a bit terrified.

"i thought you just saw me as fury's daughter," you said.

carol shook her head and reached up towards your chin, "i don't think about fury. i think about you."

her eyes fell down to your lips.

you'd had feelings for her before, but it always felt like she was off limits. carol just seemed emotionally unavailable in some ways, but then again...some could say the same about you.

but standing here with her looking at you like she'd set the world on fire just to touch your skin, it made your whole body light up.

you could feel electricity surging through you, but all you could focus on were her lips. it didn't even seem to matter that you were at work and anyone could be watching.

carol didn't move. she wanted you to put in the effort and you were more than willing. you leaned in quickly and suddenly all the built up tension was set free.

her hands found your waist and pulled you even closer.

"uh ehm," someone cleared their throat. you pulled away, flushed, to find your father standing a few feet away.

and despite the discomfort in his face and awkward energy that filled the air, you couldn't help but be grateful that he interrupted the kiss.

otherwise, you weren't entirely sure you'd be able to stop.

[a-spes]

Soo I have seen a lot of content about Coach!Natasha Romanoff or Coach!Wanda Maximoff x Sport player!Reader, but I saw no one talking about Coach!Carol Danvers. Like, HELLO?? Could we, please, take a minute to talk about the potential it has??

You are a part of your University's soccer team. That is how you got your scholarship, your only chance to be able to study because your parents wouldn't support you financially. It is not that they can't, it is that they do not want to — "That is a waste of ressources," they had say.

They had high expectation for your future. They made the dreams they couldn't achieve yours, especially your dad. He has never been really good at everything, at least not enough for his name to be known so he saw you, his child, as his chance to achieve fame. When you told him that you wanted to study instead of becoming a professionnal player, his world crumbled and so he found a way to push you on this road anyway because he knows that, without his help, playing is the only way you would have to be able to study.

Especially because you are good at what you are doing, you have always been. Since the first time they put you on a pitch, you worked miracle. You have then grew up with a ball at your feet all the time.

Some people are jealous. Some people think that you do not deserve your medails, that they should be theirs, but it is not true. It is not true because one is training has hard as you do. None of them can understand the sacrifices you had to make throughout your whole life because, for most of them, it is just a hobby, something fun, something they enjoy, but for you? It is your whole life.

Since you were a child, your days were dictated by training to achieve what you thought were your dreams, and before you could realize, it was too late for you to change your path. You may not hate what you are doing, but you definitely hate what you became because of your family—; someone who never has enough, someone who knows nothing else than greed for victory. So you are definitely not where you are here thanks to luck and genetic. It is only tears, and sweat.

The only thing that was on your mind is success, and you didn't plan for that to change, but you didn't plan either on meeting her, and let alone developping feeling for the woman. She is your coach, she is decades older than you are, but it also feels like she is the only person that cares for you, and for real, not for the medails you might win some day.

Since the first day, she couldn't take her eyes off you — you were so perfect, and not only as a player. She knows your reputation, and how you have been collecting victories as easily as you would pick up flowers. But that is not the only thing she saw in you that day — how could she ignore the look in your eyes? Some may say that you are focus in what you are doing, but she knew that it was something else-; you were gone. The woman could tell that you may be good at what you are doing, but you weren't enjoying it as much as you should.

You are obsessed with winning — with being perfect — and it reflects on your relationship with your team, especially since you became captain. She can hear how bad the girls are talking about you on your back, and she doesn't like that because she knows you are aware of what they are whispering to each other, and even if you are pretending that you do not care, she knows you are lying.

She catches you one day after a match. Your team won that day, but it wasn't enough for you because a lot of mistakes have been made on the pitch, mistakes that could have been avoided if everyone was a bit more concentrate. You didn't went out to celebrate with your team, that day, because you couldn't feel proud, or happy, with how the events turned out.

The woman is not surprised to find that you were the only one that was still here when she walked in the changing room. Your teammates went out to celebrate their victory, but you did not. You never do, and the woman has learned that you always have a good excuse to not join them. She is almost sure they do not even invite you anymore — you are not fun to be around.

Something in her heart broke when she saw your state. You are sitting in the shower, wrapped in your towel, and she could hear how fast was your breathing — you were crying. She sighs before she reachs out to you, she got you now.

(more is coming)

[steinfellds]

carol danvers x fem reader fluff/comfort pls!! 🙏🏼

Safe and Sound - C.D

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader

a/n: if you've apart of the tlou fandom and you've seen this fic before...no you haven't

The lump in your throat is starting to hurt and your tears are almost impossible to hold back.

The only thing keeping you together is the thought of Carol, and it's a miracle that you've managed for this long.

After what felt like hours of walking down the corridor, you finally arrive at Carol's apartment. Shaky hands slot the key into the lock and you open the door.

The scent of Carol immediately has tears leaking down your face. You need her.

"C-Carol?" Your voice breaks.

You hear a loud bang and '"Fuck," before Carol appears in front of you, wearing her black tank top and sweats. Her smile turns into a frown when she notices your expression.

"Baby? What's wrong?" The moment she pulls you into her chest, you can't control your sobs.

Carol brings you over to the couch, pulling you into her lap and kissing your forehead. Her warm hands rub soothing circles on your hips as her free arm is wrapped tightly around you, keeping you snug against her.

"It's okay, I got you." Carol coos "You’re safe with me, I promise, sweet girl.”

Her words make you feel warm and safe.

You stay like that for a while. Carol whispering sweet words and praises into your ear while rubbing your hips and holding you close. It was all you needed.

She was all you needed to feel better.

[beyondspaceandstars]

Relationship Quizzes

Relationship: Carol Danvers x Reader Warnings: fluff!!!! Summary: Based off a random prompt: Person B and Person A taking couple quizzes on the Internet. A/N: I just saw The Marvels today and I am HAVING THOUGHTS. This is a short little thing. I was a little tipsy when I wrote this but I had fun. Also - I did take these quiz titles from actual Buzzfeed "relationship" quizzes I found so if they sound fun, they are out there. and it just so happened to work out really cute. You'll see. And I'm not lying about the quiz result in this one shot.

Masterlist

"What are you up to?" Carol asked as she approached your sitting form. She had just finished some maintenance on the ship while you were cuddled under the one blanket on the bed in her ship. Your laptop was sprawled up on your lap.

"Did you ever used to take those couple quizzes that would come in magazines?" You asked while your eyes remained on the webpage in front of you. You had been browsing some social media when you came across one of those silly but cute Buzzfeed-like quizzes. An idea immediately popped in your head

When Carol asked if you'd like to spend some time in her world, you had eagerly agreed. When you met your girlfriend you hadn't been ignorant to the fact that she wouldn't be like the other girls you had been with and you were constantly amazed by her skills and dedication. So, taking some time off Earth to really see everything, see the galaxy, you were so pleased. But a couple of hours into your adventure you realized you were missing something: WiFi. The internet. Connection. It had taken you a hot minute to figure it out but you got it. And you were quite proud. Carol was a wizard with fancy space technology but when it came to your dedication to the internet, she didn't quite get it.

"Couple quizzes?" Carol repeated and thought for a second. "Like, those ones you'd take to figure out if you and your crush would be together?"

You nodded, eagerly. "I found some online that looks fun." You shifted over on the bed to make room beside you. "Come take a few with me."

Carol laughed and threw down a dirty towel she had been using during her ship maintenance. "What, are we twelve all of a sudden?"

You rolled your eyes and patted the space next to you on the bed. "Babe, come on. Humor me."

Your girlfriend sighed and finally caved. She slid under the blanket, your legs pressed against one another. You shifted the laptop so it was half on your thigh and half on Carol's.

Carol immediately started reading the page pulled up on the computer screen. Her brows furrowed. "'Create An Outfit From Urban Outfitters And We'll Reveal What's Missing In Your Relationship.' Honey, are you being serious?"

You couldn't help but laugh a little at your girlfriend's expression. "Yes, I know it's silly but come on, it can be entertaining."

"Fine, fine," Carol sighed as she took the helm and clicked the 'Start Quiz' button. The first question popped up.

Question 1: Let's start off with picking out a bra.

"Seriously?" Carol smirked.

"You read the title," you pointed out. "You know what you were in for."

"Fair enough," your girlfriend agreed. "Let's go with the white one. Keep it simple."

You agreed and made the selection.

Question 2: Pick a pretty dress.

"Oh, that's cute," you said as you pointed to an off-the-shoulder multi-colored dress.

"It's not bad," Carol agreed, "but you'll be able to see the bra straps and I don't think it'll work with those patterns. We should go with the white one, it has thick straps and it's flowy. Could be comfortable."

Your jaw went slack as you processed Carol's words. "You're taking this seriously now, huh?"

Carol laughed. "If we want to know what's missing in this relationship—as the quiz promises to tell us—we gotta be realistic here."

"Alright, alright," you caved. "White, flowy, thick-strapped dress it is." You selected the photo and moved on to the next question.

Question 3: Won't you need a jacket? Pick one.

"I don't know, will we need a jacket?" Carol asked in somewhat disbelief.

You shrugged. "Maybe it's fall time in the midwest. They didn't really set the scene for this outfit. I say we go with the leather jacket."

"I won't argue with that."

Question 4: Pick some comfy bottoms.

"What? Are they going under the dress?" Carol asked in confusion.

"I mean… Maybe?" You frowned at the computer. "These aren't very scientific."

"I need to manage my expectations. Go with the jean shorts, they should be fine."

You agreed and clicked the high-rise jean short photo.

Question 5: Of course, you can have the shoe of your choice.

"Oh, how nice of them, of course I can have shoes," Carol laughed.

You scoffed. "Stay focused, it's almost over. I think the black slide-ons will work."

Carol nodded. "Ties in with the leather jacket."

Question 6: Lastly, accessories make the outfit, so pick one.

"We are in the homestretch," you announced. "I think we should complete the look with sunglasses."

"Not the purse?" Carol asked.

"We have pockets on the leather jacket."

"You're so smart, babe."

You blushed as you selected the sunglasses and held your breath dramatically for the reveal… And there was nothing.

No results populated. It was blank. Whoever had made the quiz had apparently missed a crucial component.

Carol gasped. "We did all that for nothing?"

You bit your lip to stop yourself from bursting out laughing. "Maybe it means…nothing is missing. We're perfect."

Carol sighed and turned to face you. "My little optimist."

You giggled. "Well, what did you make of these results? Or lack thereof?"

Your girlfriend shrugged. "Maybe it means we're both cursed."

Now you could laugh again. "I actually think we're perfect."

Gently, Carol leaned in for a kiss, which you happily reciprocated.

"Should we try one more?" You asked after your lips separated. "These are really ridiculous."

"But you were right, they are kind of fun."

You smiled. "Awesome, one more it is then."

Carol agreed and gave you a full reign of the laptop. You typed and clicked away with Carol watching you closely. She liked your laptop, probably even like the idea of having it on board, but she never really used it when you offered it up to her.

After some browsing, you finally settled on a neutral but interesting-sounding quiz. "This one could be fun: What Relationship Type Do You Have With Your Partner?"

"There are different types of relationships?"

You nodded. "The quiz says so."

"Well, if the quiz says so," Carol smirked and motioned toward your laptop. "Let's go."

Question 1: How much do you and your significant other talk?

You and Carol both skimmed the options. And settled on the exact same one.

"We talk at least 100 hours a week."

"I can't get enough of you," you admitted and made the selection.

Question 2: How far away does your partner live?

"Oh, this was so not made for us," you laughed.

"Hey," Carol said in faux defence but she started laughing as well. "We make it work."

"Would you say we're in a long-distance situation? Or do we just live far apart but make time to see each other?"

"We make time, right?" Carol asked. Her tone dropped significantly. "I make time to see you."

You gave her a soft smile. "Of course you do, babe. You go beyond what I expect. I mean, I'm in space, right now. For you. With you."

Carol grabbed your hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

Question 3: What do you and your partner have in common?

"I want to say loyalty. Or everything."

"Yeah," you nodded, " but you don't like my music taste. Or my food preferences."

"I'm sorry I'm not into jazz or eating ketchup on scrambled eggs."

"Loyalty it is," you decided.

Question 4: What's one thing you'd change about your partner?

"Kind of a rude question," Carol mumbled. "Absolutely nothing, right? Unless you're going to take this as a chance to admit to me what I don't want to hear."

You shook your head. "Nothing." You could worship Carol. "Nothing at all. I'll take all of you. Flaws, perfections, and everything in between."

Question 5: What's something you'd leave your partner for?

You both read through the responses.

"Communication could ruin us," you pointed out.

"You're always right, babe."

Question 6: If your significant other was sad, how would you cheer them up?

You let out a light laugh at the options under the question. "You either shower me with so much affection when I'm upset or don't know what to do."

Carol lightly bumped her shoulder into you. "I like the more flattering option. You also shower me with affection. I almost have to peel you off me."

"You never peel me off you."

"I love you too much."

Question 7: Your significant other is working themselves way too hard. What do you do?

"Oh, this is so you," you point out to Carol. "All work, I swear."

"I am not-,"

"I am in your bed and you spent hours working on this ship."

Carol humphed. "Well, I'm here now."

"I would say I try to express to you how concerned I am about your…working habits."

Carol agreed, reluctantly. "You are allowed to express them."

"I am. And I will."

Question 8: Oh no – your S.O. is sick! What do you do?

"Soup," you decide as you read the options. "You do like to me soup when I'm sick. And watching movies. I love watching movies with you even when I'm sick."

You saw Carol's cheeks get rosy. "Do you enjoy my soup?"

"Your soup?" You smirk. "I didn't know you owned Campbell's Soup."

Carol laughed.

Question 9: How well do you think you really know your partner?

"'I feel like I know every facet of,'" you read off the webpage.

"Yeah," Carol agreed. "That one."

You placed a quick pack on her cheek. Her skin was still rosy and pink.

Question 10: And lastly, do you see a future with this person?

"Of course," you whispered. "I never want us to be apart even for a second."

Carol said nothing but gave your thigh a tight squeeze. You could've pounced on her then and there.

As you made the final selection, you once again held your breath and waited on the edge of your seat for the result.

This time, it actually worked. A confetti animation decorated the screen as your quiz result populated.

"'The super-love relationship,'" you read off the computer screen, "'Wow, your relationship is like one of those whirlwind Hollywood romances that everyone dreams of having! It's like some sort of fairytale, but it's clearly not fiction.'"

Carol let out a surprised but pleased yell at the results. "We actually are perfect," she noted. "You were right."

You hummed in agreement. "Like some sort of fairytale. That sure does describe how I feel."

"Really?"

You nodded. "Sometimes I can't believe you're real. And that I'm here. And you're mine."

Carol subtly intertwined her hand with yours. "I'm always gonna be yours, babe."

"We're so cheesy," you muttered. "I love us."

Carol smiled. It was so genuine and intriguing. "I love us, too."

[spiderfunkz]

silk duvets ─── send me a scenario / blurb / au + a character and i'll make a moodboard out of it! ( ex. baker!reader x coffee shop owner!natasha • going on afternoon walks with carol danvers ). also includes short headcanons.

AFTER WATCHING THE MARVELS I'VE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT SPENDING COZY NIGHTS IN THE SPACE SHIP WITH CAROL OMGGG <3

AAA i am a carol defender 4 life.

— cozy nights in the spaceship w/ carol.

🚀 cuddling. keeping eachother warm under the mountains of blankets. playing boardgames. matching socks. intertwining hands. forehead kisses. being eachothers company. borrowing her jackets & sweaters. admiring the starry skies in space. playing with goose.

[angieblogging]

when you lost control

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summary -> Carol Danvers can keep her cool… just not when a guy obviously is hitting on her uninterested girlfriend.

pairing -> Carol Danvers/Reader (Established Relationship)

a/n -> If you guys could check out my pinned post, it would mean a lot <3 Also enjoy some protective & gay Carol. This is a very short one shot, like definitely shorter then my usual ones. ALSO TITLE IS A TAYLOR LYRIC (“when you lost control, red blood, white snow” aka “is it over now?”)

You and Carol have been a thing for quite a while, it was tough, she was busy a lot and not-on-earth a lot… But you made it work.

Finally there was a moment where both of you had free time, time to talk, to do anything and everything, so you figured a date is a good idea.

There was one bar in particular that you two haven’t visited yet in the area of your apartment, so that’s where you agreed to meet up, the only issue being that Carol was late. You didn’t expect her to be early, but at least on time. There wad a chance she had to cancel and you two were stuck not seeing each other again, but you still had hope.

Checking your phone made you even more anxious, especially when the time hasn’t changed. As the seat next to you was taken, your annoyance was growing, your disappointment, anger, everything that you weren’t meant to he feeling today is what you were feeling.

“So, what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?” A voice next to you caught you off-guard, you turned your head just to meet eyes with a man, you in fact didn’t know.

He was about your age or older, smirking at you, his eyes were busy in the mean time looking at your tight dress, which in fact was not for his to look at.

“Waiting.” You kept your tone cold, making sure to not seem interested, him continuing this conversation was the last thing you wanted.

“Well, why don’t I keep you company, hm?” He chuckled like he just said something funny, nothing about this was funny.

There was a pit growing in your stomach and you were just praying for the phone to ring, for your girlfriend to show up, however all you got left was sitting at a bar, stood up as of now and talking to a guy who wanted to score.

“No, thanks.” A polite smile appeared on your face for a moment, just enough for him to see it as an invitation to place his hand on your shoulder.

You could feel his cold fingers brushing over your shoulder, you wanted to run, just leave, instead you…froze. He was in fact talking, but you were in fact not paying attention, you just had to figure out a way to get out…Fast and safe.

The man got quiet, looking behind your back, at something you couldn’t see.

“Hey there, sweeth—“ He didn’t got to finish, as the woman behind you twisted his hand, the one placed on your shoulder before hand.

The blonde pushed him, with a lot of strength, as the guy yelled out for help, she moved closer whispering something into his ear before letting him go.

She turned to you, worry on her face, well after all maybe your date wasn’t ruined, just late.

“Carol.” You sighed in relief, as you shoulders relaxed and soon enough wrapped around the woman.

“Hi honey…” She whispered, her voice was calming you even more, you finally felt at home.

“God… He just came out of nowhere and I—“

“It’s fine… I say we get out of here, hm?” She smiles at you, leading you out of the bar.

The cold air hits your warm skin, making you shiver, the good side is that you get to wear your girlfriend’s jacket.

“So… What did you say to him?”

“Oh, you know… Only nice stuff…” She chuckled before opening the door to her passager seat for you.

[togrowoldinv]

To Love Her

Carol Danvers x Reader

You help Carol calm down after she has an intense day in space

Note: Carol Danvers just needs a hug and someone to tell her she’s good enough. And you know, her abs to be admired. Enjoy this one!

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Every so often Carol asks you to spend some time in space with her, and you always say yes. How could you not when she’s such an alluring woman?

Most days flying around the universe are pretty uneventful. But the intense days are nothing short of insane.

Today has been one of those days. Carol woke you up urgently when she was notified of a disturbance on a planet that you were nearby. She kissed you briefly, cloaked the ship, and flew off to investigate the scene.

You’ve been watching from afar since she left. You’re not really able to tell what’s happening, but it’s been so long you can’t imagine that it’s anything good.

After hours, you finally see Carol flying towards you. She uncloaks the ship and flies into the hatch. When she lands, she stumbles a bit.

“Are you okay?” You ask her, rushing to her side.

“I’m fine,” she says, but you can tell she’s lying. She types in coordinates for the next location.

You pour her a glass of water. She drinks it down quickly and sits on the edge of her bed. Carol unzips the top half of her suit and pulls it down to her hips. You love when she does this. Her arms and abs are on display.

“What happened, baby?”

“The Kree. Again.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, knowing of her long history with them.

“I just hate that I hurt them even though I thought what I did was the right thing to do. Even though they are the evil ones,” Carol explains.

“I think it’s okay to feel guilty for hurting them even if they hurt you first,” you say. “And they have the wrong perception of you.”

“The annihilator,” she says dryly. “Maybe they’re right.”

“No,” you immediately say. “They couldn’t be more wrong, Carol. You are so good. So so good.”

She stands abruptly and speaks again, “I just cause destruction. I’m no good.”

“Carol,” you say. “Carol, look at me.”

When she doesn’t, you walk to her. You try to take her hands but she pulls away.

“I don’t want to hurt you too,” Carol says.

“You won’t.”

“I will. In fact, I’m sure I already have.”

“Sweetheart, please just give me your hands,” you try. “Please?”

She looks at you reluctantly, but lets you slide your fingers into hers. You step closer to her, looking her in the eyes.

“You are not an annihilator,” you say firmly. “You’re Carol Danvers. You are the love of my life. You are the most beautiful, loving, and badass woman I have ever met.”

“I’m not- I’m not good for you,” she says. You haven’t seen her lack this much self confidence before. Today really rattled her.

“How can I prove to you that you are?” You ask. “Because you are, my love. You’re so good for me. You make me a better person.”

“I do?”

“Oh yeah.”

“I just- I got scared today. Truly terrified. I’m sorry I’m taking it out on you.”

“You do seem shaken up. Can I help you calm down?”

She nods. You lift her hand to your lips and kiss it. And repeat it with the other.

Next, you hug her. You wrap your arms around her waist while she embraces you back. One hand comes to the back of your head to pull you closer while the other drifts down your back.

“I love you,” you whisper with your head buried in her neck.

“I love you,” Carol says. “Thank you for being here.”

“Of course, my love. Do you want to lie down?”

You feel her nod against you. Maneuvering the strong woman as best as you can, you move to the bed with her. Carol lets herself relax against you.

Her body weight against you calms you down as well. You hadn’t realized you needed to relax so badly.

“If we stay like this, I might fall asleep,” Carol says.

“What’s wrong with that?” You ask in a tone so cute Carol chuckles.

“Nothing at all. It always feels like nighttime up here anyways.”

“It does,” you agree. “Get some sleep, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” Carol replies. Her voice is sleepy. Her arm wraps tighter around your body as she buries herself impossibly closer to you.

“I’ll let you win this time,” you say. “But I love you most and you know it.”

“No way,” she mumbles.

You rub your hand over her back as she falls asleep. Eventually you fall asleep too.

Carol is so glad that you were here this time to save her. You’ll always be there to remind her just how good she is.

[kasdan]

in which you convince carol to wear her dress she had on in Aladna for you

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a/n: after i've seen the marvels this mf dress has been engraved into my mind ever since i had to write something about it. she looked so good in it i just widhwjsnwao

pairing: carol danvers x f!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: slight spoilers from the marvels, both carol and reader being menaces, reader is put in a dress, fluff, mild language, suggestive themes

You sat there at the kitchen island, staring at the back of Carol as she stood at the stove, cooking breakfast. You had your hands folded under your chin, elbows resting on the counter as you watched her move.

You've been trying to get her to put on the dress she had on at Aladna for weeks now. You wouldn't even have known about it if you didn't get a text from Kamala with a picture of Carol in the dress and a vast array of emojis to go along with it.

It is safe to say you were not expecting the photo and were completely caught off guard, not ever seeing her in a dress before, and definitely not expecting she would look that good in one.

When you confronted her about the photo, she rolled her eyes and muttered something about killing Kamala before she explained that it was "nothing" and to forget about it, but you definitely didn't forget about it.

Ever since you've been trying to get her to wear the dress for you, even giving her the best puppy dog eyes you could manage, but all you got in return was a smile and pat on the cheek before she moved away from you, ignoring your pleas. Unfortunately for her, you don't give up that easily.

You would find every small opportunity you could get in order to subtly (and not so subtly) remind her about the dress. Casually walking down the street, hand in hand, I saw a dress shop come up, and before I could stop to look in, Carol was dragging me along the path, past the shop, knowing about my antics.

"I didn't even do anything." You laughed as she just shook her head and dragged you further down the path, so the shop was out of sight.

Every time I made the slightest note to a dress, she immediately shut it down, and I knew there was a different reason to her reacting like how she was other than her simply not liking dresses, but I never pushed her on it.

"No." A voice shook me out of my thoughts to see Carol placing a plate of food in front of me.

"What?" I looked up at her, standing with her hands placed on her hips, staring at me.

"I know what you're thinking; you're always on that damn dress." She couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she looked at you filling your mouth with food.

You swallowed the food you had in your mouth and opened it to speak, but before you could, Carol put up a hand, stopping you. "Okay." You lifted your eyebrow at her in question before she sighed. "I will put on the dress." You shot up out of your seat in excitement at her statement, but she was quick to add on to her sentence. "But I will only wear it if you're also wearing one; it's only fair." Your face dropped, and you just saw her smirk at you from her spot on the other side of the island.

You also hated wearing dresses and how they felt, and it was clear that Carol was betting on this one factor in order to get out of the situation completely, but the need to see her in person with the dress on overweighed your own discomfort in the situation.

"Okay, deal." Her facial expression didn't change, and you could see her trying not to show the shock on her face when I agreed.

"Okay." She spoke slowly, as if trying to find a bluff anywhere as an escape from the situation she found herself in.

"I'm guessing you're picking out the dress I'm wearing." The smirk grew back on her face at the statement, and I was immediately wondering if it was too late to back out.

It was. It was way too late to back out as you stood in the bathroom, inspecting the dress you had on. It took Carol no less than a day to find a dress for you to wear, which made you wonder just how long she had been planning this before. It was honestly the worst-looking dress you've ever seen, from the color to the design. Of course, she had to go and find a dress in your least favorite color and the most obnoxious design.

"Are you ready in there, or do I need to break the door down in order to get you out?" You heard Carol's voice from the other side of the door, and you couldn't help the groan that left your mouth as you took another glance in the mirror at the dress. "You know, we could just get dressed in our regular clothes and pretend none of this ever happened." You shook your head and forced open the bathroom door, not going to let anything stop you from the opportunity.

You stop in the doorway speechless as you find Carol standing in front of you, fully dressed in the dress you've been trying so hard to get her to wear for the past few weeks, and it made the feeling of you wearing whatever she put you in worth it. Somehow the dress looked even better on her in person, and it amazed you how someone could look that good in something.

You're interrupted in your daze by the snort that she let out before quickly covering her mouth, even though it doesn't do much when you can see her shoulders shaking gently in a silent laugh.

"You're an ass." You let out a laugh of your own and shoved her shoulder back when she only started laughing harder.

"Okay, no, I'm sorry, you look great." Her statement was extremely disbelievable, as she couldn't get out the full thing without laughing at it.

"I hope you're enjoying me in misery."

"I could say the same for you." You just rolled your eyes at her and instead grabbed her arm, forcing her to follow you.

"C'mon, just because of that, we're going to dance in these now." 

"Woah, hey, that was not in the deal." She made a poor attempt to break free of my grasp, which didn't get her anywhere as you led her to the living room. You make a poor excuse for a stage, sliding the table out of the way and going to turn on the speaker in the room. Carol rolled her eyes when she heard the song that was put on. You were making sure to find the dumbest song you could.

"May I have this dance, milady?" You made a dramatic bow at her, holding out your hand toward her.

"You're so dumb." She laughed and grabbed the outstretched hand towards her, pulling you into her. She made an attempt at trying to teach you basic moves, but she quickly stopped when you just kept stepping on her instead of moving the way she was trying to show you. You both jump and spin around the room until you've collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

She grabbed your hand and started to rub small circles in the skin as she turned to face you. "I'm sorry for giving you such a hard time with the whole dress situation." You opened your mouth to tell her that it was fine and you shouldn't have pushed her that hard to do something she didn't want to, but she squeezed my hand, wordlessly telling me not to say anything. "I've never been that comfortable in dresses; they've never been my thing, and having to deal with assholes asking me why I never wore them and telling me that I would look better in one, I just kind of swore them off from my life, not seeing the use really." She's spaced out, looking at the wall over your shoulder as she continued to softly rub circles into your hand.

She let out a breath and fixed her gaze on you, the corner of her mouth lifting up into a small smile. "I was scared to put on the dress for you because of it, but I realized that there was no reason for me to be so resistant in doing it, and that it was dumb for me to act that way because I trust you."

"So you're telling me I didn't have to wear this awful piece of clothing?" A loud laugh escaped her, and she rolled to lean over your body.

"No, this was definitely needed. It will forever be engraved into my head."

"Carol!"

"Hey, I'm sorry." She chuckled, moving her hand to your cheek. "I could take it off for you if you'd like."

"Oh, I think I definitely need you to do that." She let out another smile at your statement and leaned down to bring her mouth to yours. That dress was definitely worth it.

buy me a coffee ♡

[mariahillsgirl]

You don't have to be perfect, angel.

carol danvers x f!reader

You were antsy, sitting nervously as the brightness of the screen reflected back onto you. It was results day, and you logged onto the portal to check your results.

It felt like forever as you waited for the screen to load. All of the sudden, you felt two warm arms wrap around you and her warm body pressing against you.

"You don't have to be perfect, angel," she murmurs, her voice gentle and affectionate, "You're doing well just being yourself, and that's all I need."

Carol was always going to be there for you, no matter what.

[yesbutmakeitgay]

Worth The Risk

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Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 12

Fluff.

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling 💜

Word count: 817

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Captain Marvel walks crestfallen back to her ship after an unsuccessful mission. She becomes alarmed when she notices the ship's door open before she can command it, until she sees you on the gate's panel. She steps into her home, vanquished.

"Good mission?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

"No," Carol's tone is dry, once she fully enters the ship you close the door, "how long have you been here?" she questions while taking her boots off and angrily throwing them to the side.

"A few hours, heard you were struggling, so I was sent as backup."

She stops in the middle of unzipping her suit, "And?" There's a mixture of expectation and disbelief in her voice.

"I decided it would be more entertaining to let you fail and then help you regroup in the morning," you grin.

"You watched me get my ass kicked and did nothing?"

"I didn't do nothing, I took notes on what not to do."

She rolls her eyes, "You're the worst."

"It's just your luck I was the only available agent," you shrug.

"Whatever." She pushes past you.

You turn around to face her again, "By all means, continue to undress in front of me."

"Enjoying the show?"

"You know I am, Captain." A smirk forms on your face as you grab her by the waist and place a chaste kiss on her lips, "Are you okay?" you whisper when you pull back.

She feigns offense, "Now you care?"

"I always care." You kiss her again, a little hungrier this time.

"So much that you just sat there and watched me get my ass handed to me." She tries and fails to appear angry.

"It's not often I get the opportunity to tease you, I had to take it, don’t be a sore loser."

"I am literally a sore loser right now," she giggles.

"You're my sore loser." You lean in again, she deepens the kiss and you squeeze her hip in response causing her to wince in pain. "Ah, shit, sorry."

"You're okay," she reassures you.

"But you're not, let me fix you up."

"Later," she mumbles into your lips as she pulls you back in. You continue to make out for a while in an attempt to make up for all the time you spend apart and when the pain becomes too uncomfortable to bear, she allows you to take her to the couch to patch her up like you've done so many times before.

"How've you been, other than a sore loser?" you ask as you clean some blood off her shoulder.

"I’ve been okay, lonely, but I can manage, you?"

"Same, except I have to deal with idiots all day." You place the first aid kit on the coffee table once you’re satisfied with your work.

"So the moment you to got out of there, you came here to be an idiot yourself."

You try your best to look insulted, "Excuse you?"

"I could have been seriously injured, or taken, or killed!"

"You know I would have stepped in if I thought you were in any real danger, right?" you reply in a softer voice.

"If you had stepped in we would be on our way home now, relaxing, celebrating, maybe with a bubble bath, candles, and rose petals, but you went and acted like an idiot." Her tone is taunting, she knows exactly how to play you.

You look around intrigued, "You have rose pedals here?"

"I have a stash for emergencies." She brushes it off like it’s nothing.

"What kind of emergencies require a stash of rose pedals?" A feeling of jealousy starts to bubble inside you.

"When I call for back up and it's you, and you do your job properly." You drop your playfully insulted ruse and gasp in real indignation.

"That is rich, Danvers!" She gives you a big smile signifying she’s winning this battle, but before you give up, you pull out your big guns, "I have something to celebrate," she responds with a skeptical look as you reach into your pocket and produce a folded up piece of paper, "I’ve been pestering Fury again," you say as you hand it to her. Carol takes it and skims it over becoming speechless, "It's official, we're mission partners, indefinitely." There's a pleased look on your face, if you were still playing, you would say you won the fight, but this is more than that.

Carol’s eyes begin to swell with tears, "I can't believe it, thank you," she chokes.

"It's my pleasure, angel, I love you." You lean in to plant a soft kiss on her lips.

"I love you more," she pulls away completely, "but we still can't celebrate until we deal with the mess you let happen out there."

"Oh, I’m sure we can make an exception." You push her to lay on the couch and continue to make out again.

Next Carol update will be part 7.5, I promise!

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Carol Danvers x Reader : Wherever You Are

Summary: Going the extra mile for your girlfriend is never a problem. Covers the ‘Flannel PJs’ square of Holiday Bingo.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

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With a smile, you grab the bag off the counter, and say,“ Thank you so much. Have a wonderful night.”

The shop owner returns the sentiment, thanking you for your patronage as you leave the shop and step onto the pathway. Just like when you came in, the sky is painted brilliant shades of purple, blue, and pink. Jellyfish shaped clouds are scattered about as the smoky pink moon shines its light. 

Pulling your hood up, you begin your walk down the wooden, bridge-like pathways that are suspended above the ground. The alien city is practically split in two levels, the ground floor connected by stairs which you take down and head to the ship.

You landed on this planet with your girlfriend the other day as she received a message from an old friend of hers who needed her help and while she handled her business, you were off on a mission of your own.

It’s been almost three years since you and Carol were back on Earth and you could see the toll it was taking on your girlfriend. At first she was fine, obviously missing family but she wasn’t too down as she believed she’d be back soon enough. However, as it usually plays out, she gets caught up in being a hero, saving lives and the like, and gets so far out in the universe that she loses track of time.

Still, she eventually feels the effects of the distance between her and the people she calls family. Almost a week ago, the sadness she felt over being away nearly doubled as she realized that Christmas was literally two days away.

She had missed so much time with Monica and Fury already, so many holidays, and she now was more than fond of Kamala Khan. Her wish was to be on Earth, participating in cheesy, cliche traditions with her family and instead she was millions of lightyears away.

That night, while she thought you were sleeping, she’d broken down. Her soft sobs filled the silence of the ship and broke your heart in two. 

At the time you let her have her personal moment since being locked on a ship with someone doesn’t grant much of that. While you didn’t say anything to her at the moment, you promised yourself that you’d do everything you could to make her feel even a fraction better than she did. Which is why your exploring yesterday and your shopping today was so important. 

Now, with the necessary supplies, you boarded the ship and got to work, knowing Carol would be preoccupied until much later in the day.

A good hour or so later and the ship was, in your opinion, a masterpiece.

Having used the materials you were able to find and scrounge together, you made the ship as festive as you possibly could. 

Some makeshift tinsel was hung about with multi-colored lights attached. Handmade ornaments and more lights decorate the little Christmas tree you and Carol acquired last year. Stacked beside it are a few wrapped presents. Lastly, hanging from the ceiling, are custom mistletoes, your favorite part.

Knowing Carol was likely on her way back, you dimmed the main lights in the ship, turned on the multicolored ones, and pulled on a pair of pajamas. The warm, comfy, red flannel pants complimented with one of Carol’s band shirts set the perfect vibe and you made sure to set a matching outfit on the bed for her.

With all the craziness that accompanies space travel Carol is always more than thrilled to come back to you. The ship had become her safe space but with you there it became home and she quickly realized that her home was always wherever you are.

She couldn’t describe how she felt having your arms to fall into after a long day but this, coming back to a fully decorated ship and you standing in the middle of it, mug of hot chocolate in hand with a smile on your face, multiplied that feeling.

“What is all this?” Her question follows her stepping further onto the ship, eyes drifting over every square inch in an impressed manner.

“This,” you emphasize with a few steps closer to her,“ is the beginning of a very Merry Christmas.”

Shoulders sagging and a sigh falling from her lips, she looks at you with pure adoration and love in her eyes.“ Y/n, baby, you did not have to do all this.”

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” 

You set the mug on a nearby table, then pull her into a hug with your arms around her neck. The blonde doesn’t hesitate to reciprocate the embrace, her own arms wounding around your waist to pull you even closer. Her warm breath fanned across your neck and you could tell your gesture made her a little emotional from the way said breath stuttered ever so slightly.

After a moment you speak.“ I know how much you wish you could be on Earth and I know how much it sucks to not be surrounded by the people you love, especially this time of year, but I wanted today to be as special for you as it could be.”

“Y/n,” she practically whimpers, holding you tighter.“ I-” Her words are cut off by choked sob.

“Please don’t cry, babe.” You whisper, feeling tears of your own gathering at your waterline.“ You mean the world to me so doing this was nothing. I just- I want you happy, always.”

Slipping away just a little, her hands cup your cheeks and teary brown eyes lock with yours.“ I love you so much.” She says, a tear escaping that you’re quick to swipe away.“ You make me so happy. The fact that you did all of this just adds to the already infinite reasons why I love you.”

“Well I love you too. As long as you know that every day that we’re together, I’m happy.”

She rapidly blinks away the tears in her eyes, sniffling a little before she pulls you into an intense kiss. Gentle hands slip up into your hair to hold you close, even after it becomes a little hard to breathe.

Eventually though, you part, dorky grins on both your faces. Despite trying to fight them off, a few more tears had fallen down her cheeks.

Softly squeezing her waist you tell her,“ I do have a few gifts for you but you're only allowed to open them after you put your PJs on.” She giggles at your words, eyes rolling playfully.

Before she can respond however, the familiar tune of her ship receiving an incoming call sounds through the space.

“Oh, that’s your first gift, hurry up and go change.” You lightly pat her butt, rushing over to sit and accept the call.

“Wh- what gift do you have-”

“Go change and come find out, Danvers.” Fury’s voice sounds from the call, followed by the familiar sounds of Monica and Kamala laughing.

Carol’s jaw drops slightly, tears welling up in her eyes again as she looks at you.“ You’re so getting a ring on your finger.”

Heat rushes onto your face at the looks you receive from Nick, Monica, and Kamala and you can do nothing but grin like an idiot.

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[scarlethexelove]

CAROL DANVERS

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Smut = 𖤓 | Fluff = ❁ | Angst = ☽ | Dark = 🕷 | Age Regression = ✧

I Want You 𖤓 I'm Ready 𖤓

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Captain Marvel: Final Part

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: For the sake of the rewrite, Howard and Maria Stark dies on December 16, 1997 instead of 1991. Tony is 23 when they die.

x

With the Skrulls now saved from the Kree, at least for right now, you and Carol met Maria and Fury back at Maria's house for a last-dinner kind of thing. Most of the Skrulls decided to go back to Mar-Vell's lab to prepare to move again while Talos, Soren, and their child join you back at Maria's house. She did a really good job flying the plane to avoid whatever Kree was on her ass, and Fury won't let her forget it.

"That's some nifty flying you did out there. SHIELD could always use a good pilot like you."

"I'll consider it, as long as you don't call my flying nifty again."

Fury's eye is all scratched that you assume came from Goose.

"How's your eye?" you question the agent.

"Getting better every second. I'll be fine."

"Is it true that Goose scratched your eye?"

"I will neither deny nor confirm the details of that story."

"She did. I saw it happen," Maria confesses, making you cackle.

"Just so I'm clear, you were Soh-Larr and the SHIELD agent?" Carol asks Talos.

"Yeah, he tied my boss up and stole his identity," Fury interjects, ignoring your teasing remarks about how a cat got the better of him.

"I borrowed his likeness. I'm no thief."

"It's a little like a thief," Soren shrugs.

"Whose side are you on?"

"You're good to go here until you recover, but you and your family will need a new look."

"I could go back to being your boss."

"Please don't."

"Come on. I love sporting his beautiful blue eyes."

"I'll help you find a home and finish what Mar-Vell started," Carol offers.

You open your mouth to agree but nothing comes out of it. First, you think about Bucky and Steve and how you left this planet to get away from the pain it caused you, but then you think about how you promised yourself that this would be your new home away from Xenia and Markus. You fled once, you can't do this to Earth again. It needs protecting, and who will protect it if you leave?

"They can stay here with us, can't they, Mom?" Monica asks from the stairs where she and Talos' daughter are.

"They won't be safe here, baby. Auntie Carol is right. They need their own home."

"I'll be back before you know it," she says.

"Excuse me," you whisper.

You grab your plate of unfinished food and walk into the kitchen to do the dishes. Carol and Fury look at each other before getting up and doing the same. Leaving Carol behind and staying on Earth hurts differently than when you lost Bucky. Bucky died and you didn't have a choice but to move on with your life. You're deciding to leave even though it hurts you to do so.

"Are you okay?" Carol asks.

"Yeah."

"Let me help you with that," Fury offers and takes the wet dishes to dry.

He notices dry tears on your cheeks and gestures to Carol to talk to you.

"We beat the Kree and Ronan. What's wrong?"

"I don't know if I can go with you when you leave," you whisper.

This is a conversation to have privately so she puts it on the back burner for now. She rubs your back in a comforting way and takes out the pager that she took from Fury. She's modified it a bit so that he can always contact her whenever she may be.

"Here, there is something I want you to have. Plus, I need you to keep the Tesseract hidden here on Earth." She hands him the pager. "I upgraded it. The range should be a couple of galaxies, at least. For emergencies only."

"What? Do you think I'm gonna crank call you?"

"For emergencies only. From the looks of it, you'll have Y/N in case something goes wrong."

"Well, if you're ever passing back through this galaxy, be sure to give a brother a shout," he says. "I can finish up here. You two can take off."

"Come on."

Carol takes you outside to have a private conversation with you. She knows what you're going to say but lets you say it anyways.

"As much as I want to go with you, I can't leave Earth. The universe needs you, Carol but Earth needs me. The Tesseract is here, so someone is going to come for it sooner or later. She'll need someone to protect it."

"I agree."

"I'd be too selfish if I kept you from everyone else," you sigh sadly, "but I don't want to leave you. I love you."

"I love you, too. I'm not asking you to choose but I do have to leave. I can't stay on this planet knowing wars are going on out there that I can help fight."

"I know."

She pulls you in for a hug and allows you to cry on her shoulder for however long you need. 

"This doesn't change anything between us. I want you to live your life. I don't know when I'll be back, but I don't want you to be lonely. I want you to meet someone, fall in love, and live your life. You'll always have a special place in my heart."

"So will you," you sniffle and pull away from her.

"If we are meant to be, we'll find our way back to each other. I can guarantee that."

"I should go, then. I wish you the best of luck, my love."

"Same here."

You kiss her one last time knowing this will be the last in a while. If you stay any longer, you're going to cry so you pull away from her and take off toad the sky. With no viable threat over your life, you can pick a place and settle down. You haven't had a home for at least fifty years.

New York has too many painful memories and London reminds you of Bucky. When you first came to Earth with Carol, you landed in Northern California. The beaches there are beautiful so maybe living in that state won't be such a bad thing. You can get a place along the beach and enjoy your life by yourself.

Malibu is nice this time of year, and you settle in quicker than you thought you were. You have a bit of money saved from the 40s that you never got to spend, so you use it to buy yourself a house on the beach. The town of Malibu is compact and busy but you don't mind being surrounded by this many people. It gives you an opportunity to learn about humans from what you missed over the years.

It takes a week after moving in to explore the town, so you're walking along the coast when you pass by a tall man sporting white hair and a mustache and a shorter woman with blonde hair.

"Y/N?" 

You stop and face the couple with a confused look on your face.

"Yes. Do I know you?"

"It's me. Howard Stark."

"Howard? Wow, you've grown."

"You stayed exactly the same."

Hearing him say this makes you a bit sad knowing you'll probably never grow old. You'll always be the same age as you were when you first injected Markus' serum.

"Well, you know..."

"Wait, I thought you died. I thought you and Steve died when the plane went down. We searched for you two for months after the wreck."

"Steve died. I left Earth for fifty years."

"She's the one you were talking about?" Howard's wife says. "She's the Avatar?"

"That's me," you shrug.

"What are you doing here?"

"I bought a place on the beach. I spent the last sixty years fighting in wars I shouldn't have been fighting in. I figured what harm will it do if I take a few years to myself. What have you been up to?"

"I'm retired now. I have a few billion dollars to my name. I got married and had a son. Would you like to meet him?"

"Of course."

Howard and his wife, Maria, take you back to their house where their young adult son is.

"Tony? Come down here. There's someone I want you to meet." Tony comes down the stairs with a bored expression on his face. "Tony, this is Y/N."

Tony's heard the stories his father used to tell about a righteous man with super strength and a woman who can control the elements. He didn't think those stories were true until he sees you. There are very few pictures of Howard back in the day, but some of them contain you and Steve.

"Is this the same Y/N that you worked with back then? The one with Steve?"

If you're going to be in Tony's life, then he has a right to know exactly who you are.

"Yes, it is." You stick your hand out for him to shake, and you give him a polite smile. "It's very nice to meet you, Tony."

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[marie-swriting]

You Love Fall - Carol Danvers

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

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

Word count : 3.1k

French version

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

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

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

“Are you new here ?”

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

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

“Yet. I’m Carol.”

“Maria.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

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

“Congrats ! What can I get you ?”

“We’ll have two beers, please.”

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

“Thank Y/N.”

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

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

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

“Hey, how are you today ?”

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

“She’s sick so she couldn’t come.”

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

“Please.”

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

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

“At eleven, in other words, not now.”

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

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

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

“I’m OK with it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Tomorrow you have class, remember ?”

“Party pooper.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I accept it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go tell this to Professor Stevens.”

“Who ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal.”

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

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

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

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

“Does this happen often ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Almost no one drives here.”

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

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

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

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

“We can always go another time.”

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

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

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

“Hoping what ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t doubt it.”

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

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