#bc i made a hot chocolate in a break then sandwiches in another then went for a stroll etc

[entropys]

studying is actually fun (a discovery i go through every finals season and forget about most of the semester)

[captains-simp]

hello i love your work!! can you do a part 2 to worth our time? :”) maybe wherein carol is actually getting soft for the reader and wants to be together but the reader is hesitant bc of carol being known as a player? maybe some jealous carol as well? 😳😳

Soft!jock!Carol is a god tier idea and I really hope I did it justice

Shout out to @wlwmarvelenthusiast for helping me with my technical difficulties

Part 1

7.5k words

Warnings: oral, praise and double ended dildo use

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"Why are you ignoring Carol?" Wanda asked with a frown as you sped out of the school car park a little too hastily. She narrowed her eyes at you, ready to read into every expression that flickered across your face.

"I'm not ignoring her, I'm avoiding her. It's different." You insisted as you kept your eyes on the road in front of you, determined to leave the school grounds before a certain blonde left the building and got into her own car.

"It's exactly the same thing just in a different font." Wanda stated as she continued to watch you.

"It's not. And anyway, I'm not obligated to talk to her." You said quieter, not finding enough confidence in your words. Of course you weren't obligated to talk to Carol, but you missed it - more than you would admit to yourself.

"I know, I thought you liked her though. You said your date went well with her but since then you run out of every room she enters."

"It wasn't really a date." You muttered as took a left and eyed your mirror.

"Y/n." Wanda laughed. "I think I know a date when it's described to me."

"But it's Carol, Wanda. Carol doesn't do dates." You insisted as you tried your hardest to avoid your friend's gaze again. You didn't want her to see the pain in your eyes.

"She did with you."

"She went down on me-"

"Yes, I remember that catch up conversation." Wanda chuckled and you threw an empty sweet packet you had left in the car at her.

"And I'm not complaining about that. It's just... you know I'm not one to judge people by rumors, but Carol seems like a pretty strict 'hookups only' type of gal. Every time me and Carol are alone together we end up fucking and again, I'm not complaining about that, but it's enough to tell me she doesn't want anything more from me. Not even fuck buddies, because she doesn't commit to girls." You breathed out deeply as you parked up outside yours and Wanda's favourite coffee shop, suddenly not able to tell if you weren't in the mood for your hot chocolate or in desperate need of one.

"I think there might be a little more to it than that." Wanda said after a moment. She knew where you were coming from but she also couldn't deny the fidgety nature and anxious look in the blonde's eyes a few days prior.

"She called it a date last time you were together, she hasn't done that before. She was worried when you were sick and she's only ever worried when her teammates are sick."

"She wasn't worried." You rolled your eyes lightly and managed a small smile at Wanda.

"Oh she definitely was."

You groaned when you heard your phone vibrate on your bedside table. You rolled over begrudgingly, only bothering to check it because you knew it was lunch break at school and it might have been Wanda sending you the class notes you had asked for.

Unknown number: when I saw you weren't in class I assumed you were dead

You frowned as you took a double take of the message and the number you didn't recognize. The fuck? You decided to respond anyway, if they were in your class and texted you maybe they would send you their notes too.

You: sorry, who is this??

Unknown number: your favourite jock ;)

They replied, pretty much instantly. You put two and two together, but really the smirking face would have been enough.

You: Carol? How did you get this number??

You rubbed your eyes and pulled you sick bowl closer to you, frowning at the discomfort you felt.

Unknown number: so I am your favourite jock?? Good to know

You rolled your eyes and groaned more, knowing Carol wouldn't be forgetting that in a hurry. You didn't respond to that, instead shutting off your phone in hopes of getting more sleep but a minute later another text came through. You knew it would be Carol, but you still reached over to check it.

Unknown number: and Wanda gave it to me

"Dammit, Wanda." You grumbled, going to write her an angry message but Carol had something else to say.

Unknown number: I asked very nicely

You fought off a smile weakly and decided to change her contact, telling yourself it might be useful to keep it.

Jackass: You home alone?

She didn't seem to want to stop talking. Although you couldn't deny that it made you smile more when you wondered if she meant was anyone there to look after you.

You: I am, parents have to work

Jackass: want me to come over and make you feel better? ;)

Suddenly you didn't feel like talking to Carol anymore. You were sick and feeling crappy and all Carol wanted to do was fuck, she was hardly subtle about it either. If you hadn't already been thinking long and hard about what the jock could possible think of you, that would have been the moment you started to ponder it.

With your mood somehow lowered even more, you turned your phone off to go back to sleep, accidentally swiping the notification that read Jackass: * :)

"I still can't believe you gave her my number." You grumbled as you swirled the chocolaty drink in front of you.

"She did ask very nicely." Wanda grinned.

"Enough about her." You said, leaning forward on your elbows to grin back at your friend. "How's your girlfriend?"

*

You were on your phone when you saw a donut being pushed across the table towards you out of the corner of your eye. It was your favourite type that also happened to be the one the cafeteria rarely sold, so when it landed in front of you you looked up with a smile, expecting to see Wanda smiling knowingly back at you.

Carol grinned as she pulled out the chair opposite you and sat herself down. Your eyes flickered over to Wanda who was trying to hide her smile and look away.

"It's for you." Carol said after a second.

"What do I have to do for it?" You asked, only half joking as you eyed the treat suspiciously.

"Come on another date with me." She winked. You leaned back and looked away from Carol and the donut, displeased but not surprised. "Nothing." Carol said quickly. "You don't have to do anything, I just know that one's your favourite." The blonde said. You had never told her that. You eyed Wanda again who quickly looked away like she hadn't been watching the interaction and leaned into Natasha.

"Thank you, Danvers." You said quietly, moving the napkin that the donut was on closer to you.

"I thought we were passed that." Carol chuckled, you wanted to smile at the sound. Carol leaned down to grab something out of her rucksack as you started on the donut, not entirely sure if you should try make conversation or just run away.

"I took notes yesterday, while you were gone." The jock said as she put her notebook on the table and flicked through her badly organised pages to find the one she was looking for. You raised your eyebrows slightly in response.

You had never once seen Carol take actual notes in class, but when she spun the book around to face you you were even more surprised to see the detailed notes she had been taking, even with a couple of small diagrams at the bottom she had probably copied from the board.

"Are they okay? Wilson's pretty good at this shit I'm sure I could get him to-"

"They're great!" You interrupted. "They're...fuck, I'm sorry but since when did you take notes?" You didn't want to seem rude but it felt like you were witnessing a never before seen event or the discovery of a new species.

"Just figured you would want them." Carol shrugged and took a sandwich out her bag.

"Yeah I... thank you." You muttered and smiled when you saw a small doodle of a star. "Can I?" You asked as you motioned to your phone's camera. Carol nodded with a smile and watched as you took photos of her notes.

Wanda coughed from across the table and you shot daggers at her, knowing what she so desperately wanted to say. She hasn't done that for anyone else.

*

"It was sweet of her though." Wanda pointed out as her eyes stayed fixed on Natasha's form.

"It was, but you've gotten me donuts before and you don't want to date me." You said as you tried to stop your eyes trailing to Carol again as they seemed to keep doing.

"Well if Natasha wasn't here..." Wanda teased with a smile. You rolled your eyes at your friend and chuckled.

"Are Carol's abs as hard as they look?" Wanda asked randomly. You couldn't help but look up at the blonde at the mention of her name and perhaps one of your favourite things about her.

It was a hot day and her team was training hard on the field, so most of the athletes had their shirts off. Carol's abs were on full display and given the amount of core stretches she had been doing they were as prominent as ever.

"They are." You muttered, remembering the first time you ran your hands across her chest.

You heard giggling in the row behind you and turned around to see a group of girls also watching Carol and her team train. It was obvious their gazes fell on the same area yours had and suddenly you remembered the long list of names that Carol used to show off proudly.

The girl's whispers became louder as did the giggling and without realizing what you were doing you found yourself comparing you to them. They were popular, effortlessly beautiful and probably had much more experience than you ever had. You couldn't compete with that. Especially when you didn't even know why Carol wanted you. You rested your head on your knees and tried to zone out the world around you as your insecurities ate at you more.

"Come on." Wanda nudged you gently as she stood up from the bleachers. You grabbed your bag and followed after her, noticing that practice was apparently over.

Natasha was standing at the bottom of the bleachers and pulled Wanda into a tight hug. You smiled at the motion, wishing you had what they did.

"Hey." Carol said to you, her eyes shining lightly in the sun.

"Hey yourself." You nodded as you began to walk behind Wanda and Nat. Carol fell into place beside you and made you think about the height difference between you. You were convinced she could give the best piggy back rides.

"You make it look easy." You blurted out. Carol arched a perfect brow at you as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Sport." You generalized, waving your hands.

"Y/n is allergic to sport." Wanda called back.

"Is that right?" Carol smirked as she looked at you.

"It is not, it's just not my thing." You defended.

"Then what is your thing?" Carol asked curiously.

"Wouldn't you like to know." You replied as you searched your brain, not really knowing if you had a thing. Nothing serious at least.

"I would." Carol fired back.

"That's too bad." The jock smiled and decided not to push.

"I'm sure there's a sport you can do." Carol pondered.

"If there is if it could be added to the curriculum that would be really helpful." You sighed.

"Y/n L/n, are you failing a class?" Carol gasped dramatically. You groaned when Wanda laughed, confirming the blonde's assumption.

"Could be worse, I fail loads of classes and everything seems to work out okay." Carol said calmly, seemingly completely unfazed.

You reached the car park and slowed down when you saw Natasha follow Wanda to her car. Wanda was your lift to school and therefore your ride home too. You had stayed behind to study in the library and joined your friend on the bleachers when it shut to see the last of the teams training, not thinking about the fact Wanda was staying behind so she could hang out with Natasha after.

"I can give you a ride home." Carol offered as she threw her car keys up in the air and caught them easily. You pondered that for a second, you really didn't want to be a third wheel to your friend, even if it was a short drive home.

"Yeah, thanks, Danvers." Wanda gave you a knowing smile as she waved goodbye and practically ran to her car with Natasha.Yeah, definitely the best call to leave them alone.

You got into Carol's car and tried to ignore all the memories you had of being in the backseat, instead resting your arm against the window to try and keep your focus on that. Carol didn't say much as you drove which surprised you. She seemed deep in thought about something and you couldn't help but wonder what.

"You want to come to mine?" She said suddenly. You froze in your seat before answering.

"Just my place will do. For me only! I mean I... I have homework." You rambled and felt your whole face heat up. You wondered if being in a car with Wanda and Natasha jumping each other could possibly be more uncomfortable than being sat with Carol and trying to decline her advances.

"I could help." She offered, seemingly genuinely.

"I can handle it." You forced a laugh. Carol nodded and didn't say anything else until she pulled up to your house.

"Thanks again, Danvers." You smiled at the blonde as you hauled you bag up and opened the door.

"I'm always happy to help you out, y/n." Carol smiled back your way genuinely and your stomach did a little flip.

*

You hummed to yourself quietly as you made your way through the school corridors and opened the double doors to the library. You smiled to the librarian as always and got a limited response but your smile faltered when you saw your usual table was taken... by Carol.

She was in her training attire and scrolling mindlessly through her phone until she glanced up and saw you. "Hey." She smiled.

"Are you lost?" You asked as you walked towards her slowly.

"No and go get changed." Was all she said as she pushed a bag of school gym clothes towards you.

"And why would I do that?" You sighed as you peered into the bag.

"Y/n," Carol started as she tilted her chair back and rested her hands behind her head with her feet on the table, her usual confident smile playing on her lips. "Does it or does it not absolutely kill you that you're failing a class?" You paused before flicking yours eyes up to her. Yes, it absolutely did.

"And am I or am I not the best athlete in the school?" Also hard to argue with. You shifted on your feet.

"Come on, y/n. I promise I'll help you at least pass the class." Carol said with certainty. You chewed your gum as you thought about it.

"What do you get out of it?" You asked as you narrowed your eyes at the blonde.

"I can go to sleep at night knowing I've helped an underling." She grinned. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile at her, Carol continued to smile back at you.

"That A* you got us on that project made me pass the class." Carol shrugged.

"Alright, Danvers." You nodded and picked up the bag. "But no funny business."

"Great!" She exclaimed and took her feet off the table to stand up.

"I'll see you in the main hall in 10."

*

Barely ten minutes into Carol's 'warm ups' you were already out of breath and in need of a break. You glared at her every time she barked orders at you with a grin, clearly enjoying bossing you around.

"Catch!" Carol exclaimed as she hauled a basketball at you. You ducked out the way and watched it fly past your head.

"You trying to kill me?!" Carol was bent over laughing at your exasperation and inability to catch a simple ball.

"Shut the fuck up, Danvers." You huffed but managed to hit the second ball that came your way.

"You really are allergic to sports huh?" She teased as you scowled at her. "Okay, let's start with the basics."

Surprisingly, from that point onward Carol wasn't that bad. She gave you a lot of pointers that honestly proved helpful because you slowly started to improve. Granted, you were still bad, but you were better.

"Arms like this." She instructed and watched as you mimicked her shooting position. "Elbows a little higher." You did as she said but she smiled at the attempt and stepped behind you. You froze up a little when she put her hands over yours and lifted them up too to a position that felt more natural.

"You got it." She assured, speaking right next to your ear so you could feel her breath against your skin. Then she withdrew her soft hands from yours and backed away. You missed the contact immediately.

"Now shoot." She instructed. You missed.

*

Carol trained you after school pretty much every day after that. Your limbs always ached after those sessions, so much so you were tempted to cave and take Carol up on her offer of a back rub.

You found that some sports were actually kind of fun to play with Carol, whether it was the absence of the pressure you got in a full class of teenagers or just because you enjoyed the blonde's company, it wasn't all that bad.

You still couldn't find a sport you were good at, but you didn't really care. You wondered what would happen when you did. Would Carol coach you at it for a bit then abandon your sessions? They couldn't keep going forever. The pang you got in your chest was the reason you had been ignoring Carol weeks prior, you didn't want to feel that for her. You just couldn't help it.

"Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." You recalled as Valkyrie wrote it down.

"I knew it was something like that." She waved off.

"Yeah you were really close with..." You glanced at her notes. "She gives me a boner." You laughed and put your face in your hand.

"That's the modern day translation!" Valkyrie exclaimed defensively.

"Please don't put that in your exam." You sighed as you flicked through your copy of Romeo and Juliet to find the next act.

"One sec." Valkyrie said as she looked down at her phone that was vibrating on the desk with a caller ID that you couldn't read.

"Hey, Captain." Valkyrie answered. You looked her way and back at your book quickly. There was more than one Captain in the school.

"I'm in the library studying." She continued and paused for the other voice to speak. "It's not that bad, a pretty girl's teaching me Romeo and Juliet." Valkyrie winked at you and you smiled weakly back, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Fucking jocks and their shameless flirtation.

"Yeah I'll be done soon, see you then." She said and hung up the phone before turning back to you.

"Are there any quotes about boners?" The minutes after that went by painstakingly slowly. It was only a one off tutoring session that you would get an extra credit for, but you could think of a million things you would rather be doing with your lunch break.

Valkyrie nodded past you at someone at the library entrance. You turned around out of instinct and saw Carol strolling towards your table, eyes focused on you.

"Thanks for this." Valkyrie said as she packed away her things. "If I pass the exam I'm gonna have to find some way to make it up to you." She smirked as her eyes trailed over your legs.

You glanced at Carol who looked far from pleased at Valkyrie's comment and couldn't help but smile because that is exactly what she sounded like to you sometimes.

"That's okay." You muttered as you tried to avoid her gaze and put your books back in your bag.

"Alright, but I'm having a party this weekend. You should come."

"I'm not really a party person." You laughed awkwardly, wanting the encounter to be over.

"You don't have to spend long at the party itself." Valkyrie shrugged as she took a bold step towards you. "You could always stay in my room-"

"She said no." Carol cut in. Her eyes bore into Valkyrie's with a look that said the conversation was over. Her stance was firm and her jaw was tightly locked as she glared at her team mate. Valkyrie frowned and looked back at you as you fiddled with your bag zip and avoided her eye, silently thanking Carol even if she had been a tad aggressive.

"Right, sorry." Valkyrie muttered before making her way past you. Carol gave you a small smile before turning to leave with her team mate. You were sure Wanda would have something to say about that.

*

It was a few days until you saw Carol again. She had texted you to briefly say she had practice after school and you didn't see her at lunch breaks either. It annoyed you to admit you missed her company.

With every second you spent with the jock your crush on her grew. You knew that any longer and you may just end up head over heals for her which would only end in heart break for you. But every time you saw the wisp of blonde hair, shine of brown eyes with her confident smile or even just that god damn varsity jacket, you didn't care about how it could end.

It was a Thursday when she texted you during lunch to ask if you wanted to practice after school. You replied a little too eagerly with a yes and continued listening to Wanda rant about something dumb Pietro had done.

A few hours later you held a bat in your hands and prepared for Carol to throw the ball your way. She wasn't very talkative that day, a rarity for the blonde. You wanted to ask if something was up with her but the concentrated look on her face made you not want to disrupt her train of thought.

"I'm sorry." She said suddenly.

"That's alright." You sighed as you watched the ball roll across the field. That was a particularly fast throw.

"About snapping in the library." Carol corrected. "I didn't mean to make it awkward." She said as she scratched the back or her neck then stretched her arm to throw again.

"You didn't." You assured honestly. "I was already uncomfortable." You huffed as you missed another throw from Carol even after trying to apply all her tips.

"Val can be quite persistent." Carol said, still not showing her smile.

"Just like someone else I know." You shrugged. Carol faltered at the obvious call out.

"Lets switch." She said quietly and handed you her glove as she took the bat from you. She explained to you the basics of her own throwing techniques and had a few recommendations on what she thought might work best for you.

"If you ever told me no, I'd back off." Carol said as put the bat up. You were thrown off by the sudden shift in conversation.

"I know you would have." You hoped Carol noticed your use of past tense. You had already decided that sex with her again would be too dangerous for you. God only knows what you would end up blurting out. You cringed at the thought of confessing your love for Carol as she fucked you.

Your eyes shifted to the track team that were doing their laps around another part of the field. They made it look as easy as always.

"You got eyes for one of them, y/n?" Carol asked in a voice that seemed more curious than teasing.

"Not my type." You muttered as you threw the ball weakly again.

"What is your type?" Carol asked, unable to mask her curiosity that time.

"I don't know." You huffed. The blonde looked at you expectantly, clearly hoping for something more. "And what's your type, Danvers?" You asked, successfully shifting the conversation when you saw a glint in Carol's eyes. Her smile returned.

"Eh, about (your height), (your eye colour) eyes, terrible at sport but really cute so it's dorky." Carol shrugged. Damn, that could almost be me. You glanced up at the blonde to throw again and saw her smirking at you.

"Someone should warn her." You joked in a feeble attempt to hide your disappointment that we swelling in the pit of your stomach.

"I just did." Wait... Carol's smirk grew as she watched the realization spread across your face. You blushed deeply and tried to fight off a smile.

"I don't think baseball's working either." You muttered.

*

"You know it's strange, I always thought you were going to become a jock." Pietro said thoughtfully before taking a bite of his apple.

"First of all how dare you and secondly what the hell gave you that idea?" You exclaimed. Wanda was giggling besides you while Carol gave you a look of faux offence.

"That's the highest compliment!" She argued.

"I second that." Natasha nodded.

"Do you remember Wanda's 14th birthday party?" Pietro asked.

"It's a treasured memory." You grinned at Wanda. "I kicked your ass at bowling." You recalled proudly.

"You kicked everyone's ass at it. Bowling's a sport isn't it?" Apparently word had spread about Carol's private lessons. You and the blonde had spent weeks going back and forth between different sports. Overall, you were still pretty crap but you had been lifted to a passing grade in the class. You kept meaning to tell Carol that, but you didn't want the lessons to end. You concluded that as long as she didn't ask, you wouldn't tell.

"I'd say so." Wanda shrugged but Carol and Natasha clearly had different opinions.

"Fuck no!"

"Please do not align that with us!" They erupted. You and Wanda started to laugh at their outraged expression, never knowing something to piss a jock off more.

The sound of the bell overhead was followed by a few groans from those around the table as you all packed up and left the table. At least it was a Friday. You wandered across the field on your usual route of going round the main buildings to avoid the crowded corridors, lost in your thoughts until someone jogged up besides you.

"Bowling, huh?" She inquired as she slowed down to a walk.

"It's been years." You said offhandedly.

"You got plans tomorrow?"

"Nope."

"We should go bowling, if you want to. Obviously just as part of your lessons." Carol offered as she looked ahead.

"I thought you said it isn't a sport." You eyed the blonde suspiciously with a smile.

"It isn't, but this I have to see."

"Okay." You nodded without much thought. Bowling with the jock did sound fun.

"I'll pick you up at 2."

*

"These shoes are ridiculous." Carol grumbled.

"American football shoulder pads are ridiculous but you don't hear me calling that out." You fired back.

"Oh, so that was meant at someone else?"

"Sure." You shrugged as you smiled at Carol's brightly coloured shoes. You went onto your lane and gleamed at the nostalgic sound of pins being knocked over and the bright spot lights across the lanes.

Carol put your names into the scoreboard tablet as you ran your hands over the bowling balls and frowned slightly as you realized you still had to use one of the smaller ones.

"Experts first." Carol motioned to the beginning of the lane with a small smirk and you smiled back at her excitedly and grabbed a ball.

"Just remember it's been a while!" You called back to the eagerly watching blonde. She hummed back. You brought the ball up to your chest to have a feel of the weight and glared at the pins, there had to be something you could impress Carol with. With a deep breath, you swung your arm back and forward to let the ball go, center down the lane and colliding with the painted targets. All but one knocked over and you couldn't help but throw tour hands up in the air in triumph.

"That was pretty good!" You declared as you turned back to Carol happily. She beamed back at you, giving you a smile that made her eyes squint and look absolutely adorable.

You grabbed the second ball and rolled it smoothly across the polished floor, successfully hitting the last pin. Carol strolled up after you, her hands hovering over the range in front of her and landing on one for someone with a bigger hand. You scoffed quietly, not believing the jock could hold it but she picked it up with ease.

You stood, wide eyed, watched as she sauntered over to the lane and swung her arm. The ball veered off to the side and took down a couple of pins that Carol glared at.

"Unlucky is all." She grumbled as she went to get another ball. This time when she threw it it fell into the dip along the side, it was hard to hide your amusement.

"That's just bullshit." Carol grumbled.

"Do you want me to put the sides up for you, Danvers? Or maybe I could ask someone for that ramp." You teased. She flipped you off and went to sit on the small sofa and watched you carefully.

You knocked most of the pins over on your next few goes while Carol got very little. You tried to give her a few tips but apparently her ego was too big to accept them, which meant you were winning marginally.

You spun around to face the blonde after knocking the last of your pins over but she wasn't on her spot on the sofa. You were about to get your phone out to text her but you spotted her sauntering back towards your area with a bowl of nachos. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Carol gave a dramatic huff as she spotted the scoreboard and beckoned you over to the small table by the sofas. "We'll start a new round after these." She said as she put them on the table. "I didn't poison them." She quipped when you didn't move.

"Sometimes I think you'd do anything to win." You replied as you sat down opposite her and took one of the nachos. In all honesty you weren't expecting Carol to get the snack, never mind to want to share it.

Carol flexed her right hand absent mindedly as she glanced around at over areas of the alley. "Your hand hurting?" You asked as you took another nacho with a lot of cheese on it.

"A little." She shrugged and lifted it up to look at the back of her mind. Without thinking, you put your hand and pressed it gently flat against hers. Not only were her fingers longer than yours but her palm was bigger too, even her wrist was thicker. It was only when you caught Carol's eye that you went to bring your hand away but she laced her fingers through yours and put them down on the table.

"Sorry, I was just curious." You blushed even though it was clear Carol didn't mind.

"Okay." She chuckled as she continued on the nachos. You finished the rest of the snack in silence with your hands still together until you leaned back and glanced at the lane again.

"Ready to have your ass kicked again?" You quipped.

"Don't get cocky, kid." Carol mused as she rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Since when did you know Star Wars?" You asked in complete disbelief.

"I love Star Wars." Carol said casually. "And since always."

"I didn't take you for the type." You smiled as you tried to study the jock for any signs of a lie.

"That's just because you never asked." She shrugged and stood up, letting your hands slide apart. You missed the contact instantly but that didn't distract you enough from her words.

Of course you had never asked her something like that, Star Wars was the last thing you'd guess she would like. You knew there was always more to people than what they showered publicly, but Carol had always seemed like such an open book in every way. So hearing that she wasn't quite what you thought she was, even after the few months of knowing her better, simply made you impossibly more interested in the blonde. You stared at Carol in nothing short of awe, she was really something else.

"I've had enough of these shoes." She declared.

"You quitting on me Danvers?" You quipped but really your heart dropped at the thought she wanted to cut your outing short.

"I'm just thinking we could try our hand at a few other things, seeing as we're not doing sport anymore." She said as she nodded towards the arcade.

Your eyes lit up at all the games in the entrance as you found your competitiveness returning. You both returned your shoes and practically ran over to the arcade area with all its choices. You decided to head towards the air hockey first as you argued over whether or not it was a sport. Carol, of course, took the opposition.

Your reflexes weren't as good as hers but you liked to think you put up a good fight, even if you did curse under your breath every time the blonde scored. The screen above you both lit up to declare Carol's victory that she was very happy to celebrate, you watched as she danced around the table towards you in what could have been the dorkiest thing you had ever seen.

"You having fun there?" You laughed.

"So much fun." Carol grinned back and eyed her next target.

"Absolutely not!" You cried out when her eyes landed on the basketball. You took her by the hand and tried your best to ignore the electricity running up your arms at how perfectly her hand fit in yours and led her through the arcade. You came to a halt by a racing game and before you could even suggest the idea to Carol she was clambering into the seat and shoving the coins into the machine. You sat down next to her and did the same. You were both terrible. The controls were slightly broken and far too sensitive, making the cars on screen spin around when you tried to turn and never going straight.

"Piece of garbage!" Carol shouted at the screen as you passed the finish line by some miracle.

"Wanna go again?" You asked with a grin but the blonde was already jumping off the seat.

"Now this I have to win." Carol declared as she spotted the nearest shooting game. It was some kind of zombies in space crossover but you didn't much question that when you picked up the plastic gun.

"We work together on this, Danvers." You laughed.

"Count yourself lucky then." Carol said as she aimed her gun at the screen as the game started.

"The fact that you didn't know how it works doesn't make me all that confident in you." You pointed out as you started firing at the horde of zombies. You didn't see one that was charging at you from the left but Carol shot it down before it reached you.

"You're welcome." She smirked then shot some more on your right. "Come on, y/n I'm doing all the work here."

"Fuck yourself, Danvers." You fired back as you tried to reload your gun.

"Fuck me yourself you coward." She challenged. Your mouth went dry but you started to laugh. She didn't make the comment with her usual smirk and suggestive tone, instead it seemed like a genuine joke that you didn't get anxious about.

"That would be a first." You quipped with a smile. You managed to take the last few zombies.

"It really would be, I am a virgin after all." She said casually and you dropped your gun. "Oh shit, here we go!" Carol laughed as the zombie boss made its dramatic entrance.

"Wait what?" You stammered as you looked between Carol and the screen while trying to get a grip on the plastic gun.

"What? No one's ever fucked me. I fuck girls, they don't fuck me back." She shrugged simply and started rapid firing at the boss.

"Maybe you should stop being exclusive to pillow princesses." You joked in a feeble attempt to mask your surprise.

"Maybe, it's not just that." She started. It confused you that she could say something so out of character while keeping most of her attention on the screen. "I don't trust any of them. I don't know, it's just, when it comes down to it, I freak out." Carol tried to explain but seemed to struggle.

"Damn." She sighed when the screen presented 'Game Over' in an overtly bloody text. You wandered away from the booth as you thought about what Carol said. She had a content smile on her face as she looked around and you figured the conversation was over.

"I love these." You told the blonde when you came across a Wac A Mole machine. You put the coins in and lifted up the rubber mallet as you kept your eyes on the board. The first one sprung up in front of you and Carol announced its presence with a cry.

"Thank you, Danvers." You smiled after hitting the figure.

"There!" She pointed to the next one, and the next one until you shouldered her out the way, not expecting her to actual wander off. When the game was over you grinned in triumph and looked to Carol for her praise but she wasn't near by. With a frown, you ventured around the arcade and found the jock hunched over a claw machine.

"These things eat you money, you know?" You half joked but to your surprise Carol dropped a small teddy bear into the box.

"And how long did that take you?" You teased as she picked it up.

"Its for you." You ran your thumb over the left paw that had a heart over it and smiled back at the jock who kept surprising you.

"Thank you, Carol." She nodded and the pair of you started to walk out the arcade and main building. Much to your surprise it was starting to get dark and there were few cars in the car park. You guessed the place would be closing soon but you hadn't realized you had been there so long. Time always seemed to fly by with Carol.

"How long were we even..." You started to laugh lightly until you turned to Carol and realized how close together you were. Your breath hitched when your eyes locked with her own that seemed to be looking back at you with something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Can I kiss you?" You whispered gently. You licked your lips and nodded slowly.

Her other hand rested on your cheek as her thumb caressed the smooth skin slightly and finally closed the distance entirely.

You had kissed Carol before, but never like that. It was slow and longing and gentle and you reciprocated in an instant, matching the rhythm she set. You brought you hands up to Carol's neck and cherished the moment of feeling connected to her in the way you had been craving before you pulled apart.

"It's only our second date, Danvers." You couldn't help but quip, not knowing what to say in such an unfamiliar scenario.

"Well this second date has taken a lot of work to get." Carol pointed out and you laughed as you continued to hold her close.

"I was scared." You admitted.

"You don't have to be scared with me." Carol assured gently.

"You mean it? You really..."

"I really love you." She confirmed.

"That's lucky for me, because I love you too." You smiled and brought Carol in for another kiss that she happily encouraged.

"So... more dates?" Carol asked with a laugh, clearly not all that familiar with the procedure either. You would work it out quickly.

"Yeah Carol." You chuckled.

"That I still have to work hard for?" She half joked.

"Not if we're girlfriends." The blonde laughed more at that.

"I'm glad to hear I've upgraded from just your favourite jock.

"You're always going to be my favourite jock too." You assured and kissed Carol once more.

*

Carol kissed a path down your stomach and smiled against your skin as she felt you shiver. Even after weeks of dating you still weren't used to her kisses, especially not across your more sensitive areas of skin.

"I got you." She whispered as she hooked her fingers over your pajama bottoms and panties and pulled them down together, kissing the newly found skin. You shivered more as her breath ghosted over your clit making you whine and buck your hips up. Carol smiled at your reaction and leaned down not before whispering "God, you're beautiful.

She wrapped her full lips around your clit and reveled in the moan that spilled from your lips. Her tongue dipped between your folds and she moaned at the sweet taste that invaded her taste buds.

You wrapped your hands in Carol's long blonde hair to bring her closer but she pulled away with a smirk. Before you could whine in protest she pulled her own trousers down to reveal a strap you hadn't seen before. It was different in shape and colour but the most noticeable different was the absence of the harness. You moaned softly at the realization it was anchored inside her.

"I want to feel it with you." Carol said as she lowered herself back towards you and placed her hands either side of your head and kissed your neck.

"Are you sure?" You asked tentatively. It would be the first time Carol had been on the receiving end to such a level. The most you had done was go down on her a few times.

"Yes, I trust you. I love you." She grinned and lined the strap up with your entrance.

"I love you too." You had really started to enjoy saying that to her.

You moaned breathlessly as Carol inched the strap into you carefully and kissed along your jaw more. She moaned with you when she bottomed out and felt the strap dig deeper into her. Her hips twitched as she took a moment to gather her own composure and held your hands above your head, your fingers intertwined.

"I got you." You assured back to her as she started to pull out and push back in. Carol moaned loudly in response and held you closer to her as she started to build up a rhythm, your thigh slapping together.

You moaned in sync as the strap pleasured you both more and more. You wrapped your legs tightly around your girlfriend's waist to push the strap deeper inside you both.

You shuddered every time Carol's skin met yours. Carol started thrusting the toy faster and harder as she chased her own release.

"It's so good!" You cried out. You both struggled to form words, only managing breathless moans as the strap pressed firmly against your g-spots in sync.

"Me too, fuck, please Carol. Cum with me." You pleaded and gave a strangled moan. Carol shuddered and moaned louder than you had ever heard as she came undone at the same time as you.

"Y/n." Your girlfriend shuddered and started to grind her hips against yours as she rode out her high with you.

"It's okay, I got you." You said as you held onto Carol's bare back. You held her close to you as she breathed heavily against your neck, the irregular patterns starting to even out. She was still shaking so you planted soft kissed across the patches of her face that weren't hidden in your neck as you stroked her hair, a content smile on your lips.

She adjusted herself slightly and the pair of you moaned softly when she eased the toy out and put it on the floor. "I'll clean it later." She whispered, eyes closed, before you could say anything.

"Okay." You chuckled and brought her closer to you. You wrapped your arms around one another as your legs tangled together under the sheets.

Carol's soft breath caressed your skin as you stroked her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. A faint smile played across her lips at the action, confirming that she was just as happy as you were.

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[petersasteria]

Oof - Harry Holland (2)

Pairing: Harry Holland x Model!Reader

Requested? Yes! @justasmisunderstoodasloki requested for a second part. You ask, I deliver <3

Part 1 ||  Harry Holland Masterlist || Ultimate Masterlist

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Harry didn't know how it happened and how he did it, but he was able to ask you out on a date and he was so happy when you said yes. He owed Harrison his whole life at this point. He figured Harrison really did put in a good word for him at the photo shoot. He figured Harrison said a lot too.

He texted you that day he bumped into a pole and he was so happy when you responded. You were cooler than he imagined!

You mentioned that dinner dates were kind of overrated to you, because every guy who's asked you out would take you out to dinner and you just got sick of it.

Y/N x Like, why wait for dinner to hang out with me when we have the whole day?? It's just so overrated. That's just my opinion tho :)

Ever since Harry read that message, he kept that in mind. So when he had the courage to ask you out, he told you he'd take you out for breakfast.

Both of you are in a park and he laid a blanket for both of you to sit on. He put the basket in between the two of you and you smile sweetly at him.

"This is my first ever picnic in my whole life." you say with a smile. "Thank you."

Harry looks at you and smiles back, "You're welcome."

You peek inside the basket and see some cookies, sandwiches, hot chocolate and some fruits. It looked really delicious. He begins to take out everything from the basket and lays it in front of you.

"This is a BLT prepared by yours truly." Harry says proudly which made you chuckle. "My twin brother, Sam, and my mum helped me with the cookies." He hands you a sandwich and you thank him. You immediately take a bite of the sandwich and sigh in contentment, "This is really good, Harry!"

A blush creeps its way to his cheeks and he had to look away to hide his face, "Thank you! Glad you like it." He eats too and you sit in comfortable silence.

"So," you break the silence, "Harrison told me that we went to school together? I didn't know that if I'm being honest."

"Oh, that's alright. I never really put myself out there, y'know? But, uh, I knew who you were, because you're really popular and all."

"Popular?"

"Well, yeah." Harry shrugs. "Boys were lining up to date you and your modeling career started when the school asked you to be the model of the school for when they advertise. Everyone started to notice you and everyone started to like you. I didn't make a move, because I knew I wouldn't stand a chance. After all, I was just another face in the crowd. I wasn't special."

You frown, "If it makes you feel better, you're lucky to be here with me. You're here with me, aren't you? Those boys aren't. If anything, you're winning."

He looks at you and grins, "I am?" You just nod as you take a cookie from the container. He smiles to himself and takes a cookie too.

"I'm really proud of you and your modeling career, by the way. Just thought that I'd mention it." Harry says with a shrug.

"Aww, thank you!" you say sincerely. "You're the proof of being here since day one." you giggle.

"I guess you could say that." he laughs. He looks at his hands and says softly, almost a whisper, "You know, it's always been my dream to take your pictures. I've always dreamed of what it'd be like to have a little photo shoot with you."

"If that's still your dream, why don't I help you turn it into a reality?" you ask him. He looks at you with wide eyes, "W-What?"

"You heard me." you chuckle. "Give me a time, place, and date. I'll be there."

"Are you joking?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

"I-I just thought you wouldn't agree."

"Why not? You're a great guy, Harry. I wouldn't volunteer if I didn't have some kind of interest in you." you say coolly as you lay down.

"You're interested in me?" he looks at you and he swore that his heart beat faster. The sun was perfectly shining down on your figure as you lay there with your eyes closed. He studied every inch of your face and he knew that he's in love.

You hum in response. Harry lays down too and he looks at you only to see you already looking at him.

"I kinda wish that I knew you at school. You're different from all of the guys who asked me out." you open up to him. "I feel like we could've had something before and I feel like we would still be together until now. Wouldn't that be cool if that did happen?!"

You exclaim excitedly, "I would model around and you'd be the photographer! We'd be working together and eventually we'd move in together. That would've been fun, but maybe it did happen in an alternate universe."

"Hey, it's never too late. We could still do that." Harry smiles.

"We could?"

"We could." Harry whispers. "I'll make sure of that. I really like you and I don't plan on letting you walk away."

"Good, because I don't plan on walking away too."

You both smile at each other and you knew that this was the start of something great.

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[baby-blossoms]

A Hint of Scotch

Pairings: Tony x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (Platonic), Steve Rodgers x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 3,125

Summary: requested fic from Anon, “Can you write an Tony angst fic where he tries to break up w reader bc he doesn't think he's good enough? fluffy end please?”

Warnings: Just very angsty and over-dramatic because that’s how I was feeling when I wrote this? Some light cursing, I believe. Please notify me if I missed anything.

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   You were hurt, confused, and frustrated. Tony was ignoring you, or at least that’s what you assumed was happening. You couldn’t understand what you had said to make him so upset with you, but all you knew was that you had spent a weekend together cuddling and laughing, and the next day all you got was radio silence. You called, texted, even went out of your way to ask anyone you thought might see him throughout the day to tell him to call you.

  It had been almost a full week and now you stood on the steps of Stark Towers feeling desperate; but isn’t that love? Don’t you deserve to be desperate, to demand an explanation for why the love of your life suddenly didn’t care? Didn’t you at least deserve to try and fix whatever you did? You took a shaky breath, terrified of what you might find in that tower.

   What if you found another woman, and Tony had decided he was bored with you? You thrust that nauseating thought from your head. Tony would never do that to you, and he would at least have the decency… Sighing, you walked into the building, your stomach twisting into a knot when you were stopped at the elevator.

  “I’m sorry Ma’am, we can’t let you enter the upper floors of Stark Towers without an appointment.”

Your heart felt like it was being squeezed by metal compressor, then stomped on by a spiked boot. Holding back tears, you forced a smile at the security guard you had been greeted by so many times before.

 “I’m just here to pick up my things, I guess.”

  You said, deciding it was the truth, if Tony went to these lengths, it was obvious you weren’t welcome back into his life, and you weren’t very willing to humiliate yourself by trying to force your way back into it. The tremor in your voice threw out what was left of your dignity, and Alex softened at seeing the pain you were struggling so hard to conceal under your smile.

    “I’m sorry he’s doing this, Y/N, go get your stuff.”

 He whispered, letting you enter the elevator. When the doors closed, you slowly pressed the button you were so familiar with, and leaned against the wall, letting yourself sink to the floor while you waited to arrive. You stared at the doors, wondering how you should be reacting to this situation, being abruptly dumped by one of the only people you had ever grown to love. You couldn’t even find it in your heart to be mad, you only felt lost.

  When the elevator finally arrived, you hauled yourself off the floor and made your way to the bedroom. You slowly gathered your things and stuffed them into an extra bag you always kept at Tony’s. Each thing you packed away felt like another part of you that was slowly being erased from his life, and it burned you even more to remember that this is how he wanted it. He wanted you to disappear from his life, to never see you again. Why else would he go to such lengths to cut you out?

  Your eyes burned with the tears you wouldn’t let spill when you picked up the last item you had yet to pack. A picture of you and Tony, he grinned lovingly at you while you smiled at the camera, it was your favorite memory with him. It was a Saturday morning you had spent in bed while he held you and murmured sweet things through even sweeter kisses. That morning was the first time he had said I love you. You decided against keeping the painful memory, not wanting to be reminded of the man dragging you through this waking nightmare every time you looked at it. Quickly, you sat the picture down on the bed, and hauled your bag over your shoulder.

  Your knees nearly gave out when you walked into the living room to find Tony leaning against the bar, sipping a drink. In the soft gleam of the fast-coming sunset he looked otherworldly, even if he was violently ripping you out of his life, he still remained beautiful to you. You couldn’t help but feel your abused heart stutter at the sight of the man you were so pathetically in love with. You wanted to scream when he seemed to look right through you, like you were nothing. After putting so much time, effort, and love into your relationship, he looked at you like you were nothing to him.

  “Tony… I…”

  Your voice sounded like it had been squeezed out of you. He looked past you and took another drink, which seemed to be the last straw for you. Tears finally flooded your vision and ran hot down your cheeks as you covered your mouth for a moment to muffle the gaps you took when you tried hard to stop crying.

 “I’m sorry, I don’t- I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry…”

   You closed your eyes, feeling like an idiot for caring so much when he didn’t seem to at all. After a moment of deadening silence, you quickly turned away and headed for the elevator, feeling sick to your stomach. You didn’t see Tony break down the minute you left, hating himself for doing this to you, and you didn’t see him practically drown himself in alcohol for the next few days. All you saw was the Stark Towers disappearing from your rear-view mirror as you forced yourself not to turn around and plead for Tony to talk to you.

--

 Weeks had passed, and you had lost hope for Tony trying to contact you and explain that it was all a mistake, or some cruel prank that you would have ended up ultimately forgiving out of sheer relief. You had transferred jobs and moved into a different apartment, hoping a change of scenery would be better for you. As the weeks passed, however, your anger seemed to finally find its way into your haphazardly patched heart. You were infuriated at being tossed out like some worthless garbage, and you were pissed at yourself for falling in love with the very man that had tossed you out in the first place.

  “Y/N, here’s the hot chocolate for booth 6.”

   You snapped out of your stupor and nodded to your friend, quickly taking the drink and snatching a pre-made sandwich from the front counter. You took the tray to your favorite reoccurring customer, a teenager by the name of Peter who always came back at the most random hours of the day, which always happened to be the random hours you worked, but you thought nothing of it.

 “Here you go, kid, I got you a sandwich on the house.” You paused, taking in his disheveled appearance, “I’m glad I did, too. You look like you need it.”

Peter laughed and accepted the sandwich gratefully,

 “Thanks. You sound like my boss.”

You shrugged, replying,

  “I just don’t want you fainting in the café, kid.”

Peter nodded, bleary eyed.

   “I’m just a little tired. Don’t mind me.”

He said, yawning for extra effect. Your smile turned into pity,

  “Why don’t you go home and get some sleep, Peter?”

You asked kindly.

   “I’m working.”

Peter sighed. The look of confusion you gave him forced him to quickly backpedal,

   “I’m on break, but I work an internship, he sends me on odd jobs after school.”

He amended, taking a sip of his cocoa.

   “Oh,” you smiled, “no offense, but that sounds awful. Who do you work for?”

You asked, then knitting your eyebrows when he seemed hesitant to tell you.

   “I’m not supposed to tell people.”

  Peter said quickly, and you nodded, accepting his response, he was probably at risk of losing the internship if he just went around telling everyone who his boss was. You went to take care of your next order, and the moment you walked out of sight, Peter fished out his phone, typing his updates on you at about fifty miles per hour. He frowned, disliking how guilty he felt for spying on you.

--

  The next few days were uneventful, spent delivering orders, making small talk with customers who had nothing else to do, and getting a permanent headache from the overly rude customers.

  “Thanks, Y/n!”

 Luke said, a newer customer at the café; the man was larger than Steve Rodgers but was somehow even nicer. He had recently gotten sick from the cold weather freezing over the streets of New York, and you had lost count of how many cups of tea you had delivered to him as he tried to soothe his throat.

  You quickly shushed him while you handed him his latest cup,

 “Stop thanking me. It sounds like an old beat up truck stalling horribly every time you cough, which happens after every time you speak.”

He opened his mouth to respond but you silenced him with an arched eyebrow.

“Good, now stay quiet.”

He nodded, smiling in amusement.

 Walking to the counter, you accepted the hot chocolate that had been ordered for booth 6 with a smile on your face. You loved seeing Peter, he was like a ray of sunshine and always managed to make any day better. You walked to his usual booth, happily digging around in your apron, trying to find a postcard you had bought because it reminded you of him.

  “Okay, so I found this amazing postcard on the way to work the other day. I bought it, so I could show you.”

You finally found the postcard and pulled it out, handing it to him along with the coffee.

  “Thanks, Ms. Y/n! Would you mind if I ordered a black coffee with this?”

He asked, seemingly nervous.

  “Sure, that’s okay. Since when do you drink coffee black, Peter?”

You asked while you wrote down the order out of habit.

  “I don’t,” he hesitated, eyeing you carefully for a moment before continuing, “my boss wanted to meet me today, he said something about wanting to see someone he thought might work here.”

 You nodded, turning to get the coffee ordered. Placing the order, a hand waving enthusiastically at you out of the corner of your eye caught your attention, and you turned to find Luke beaming at you and gesturing to his tea, you laughed and went to bring him a refill.

    “Don’t thank me!”

 You insisted while you poured his tea. He laughed silently, simply mouthing the words dramatically to you, causing the both of you to laugh even harder.

   “All good?”

   You asked, and he nodded in response, placing his free hand on the one you had rested on the table. You smiled politely to him, and quickly left when you heard your coworker call you for the black coffee order. Your mind was a frenzy of thoughts, and you weren’t willing to deal with a flirting customer right now, no matter how nice they were. You were annoyed that your shift wasn’t ending any time soon, and pissed that the moment you were shown affection, your mind reverted back to Tony.

  Shaking your head, you rid yourself of the negative thoughts, and let a smile overtake your face, excited to hear some of Peter’s stories from his high-school. You found it amusing to hear him talk casually of the classes you would’ve failed miserably to pass when you were in high school. The kid was smart, and you had to hand that to him.

  Grabbing the black coffee off the counter, the scent reminded you of Tony, how he would always taste of black coffee with a hint of scotch when you kissed him. He would always smell faintly of it when you went to bed at night with his arms wrapped around you, and you knew most days he would wait for you to fall asleep, then stay up working to the ungodly hours of the morning. No matter what, he always made sure that he was there when you woke up in the mornings.

 Realizing you were glaring at the coffee because of the memories it slapped back into your head, you chuckled to yourself and walked toward booth 6.

    “Peter, you never told me if that robotics project worked out! Did you and Ned figure out how to get it up and running?”

  You called as you walked toward the booth. Peter nodded at you, his posture rigid with anxiety as you got closer. You went to ask him what was wrong, but your voice quickly died in your throat at the sight of Tony Stark sitting across from him.

   “Did I not mention that my boss is Mr. Stark?”

Peter asked, his voice taking a higher pitch than usual.

 “No, I’m afraid you forgot to mention that little detail, Peter.”

You hissed, practically slamming the coffee on the table in front of Tony.

 “Enjoy your coffee.”

 You said, venom seeping through your words. You left them at the booth, not bothering to say another word as you begged someone to cover your shift and left the moment you could.

--

  The next few weeks you were bombarded with your favorite flowers being delivered to your doorstep, along with presents, apology notes (you couldn’t stop yourself from reading every single one the moment you got it, even if Tony’s handwriting was atrocious), and teddy bears. You sighed tiredly when you opened your apartment door to find a teddy bear practically the size of the door waiting for you. Somehow, Tony had managed to attach your favorite picture into its paws. You smiled and took the picture, clutching it to you, then remembering the bear dilemma.

“Well, this is just great.”

You groaned.

 “Yeah, this is the best one yet, in my opinion.”

You heard and amused voice call out, muffled from behind the bear.

“Steve? What are you doing?”

You giggled as he picked up one of the bear’s arms to wave enthusiastically at you.

  “Tony sent me to help you get this one through the door.”

He said while walking around the bear and flashing you his award-winning smile. Your heart soared at the sight of your friend, and you didn’t hesitate to hug him.

 “It’s great to see you, doll.”

   He hummed, patting you on the back before going to haul the oversized bear in. Tony had bought you a Costco bear, and it made you soften just a bit to know he remembered that you’d always wanted one. You had told him about it such an impressively long while ago, and you couldn’t suppress a smile at the fact that he had remembered something others would deem insignificant. Your eyes wondered back down to the picture, and you felt your smile widen.

 “Y/n, why don’t you just talk to him?”

You glanced to Steve, who looked at you knowingly.

  “What would I even say? Oh, yeah, it’s fine that you ignored me for almost a full week, then acted like I didn’t exist… Successfully convincing me that you’d completely fallen out of love with me and want nothing to do with me.”

Steve sighed, looking to the bear, then back to you, his eyes filled with sarcasm.

 “He ranted to me about why he needed to buy you this bear the entire ride over here.”

Steve pointed to a vase full of y/f/f,

“He ranted to me about why those are your favorite flowers, too.”

He nodded his head to a stack of teddy bears on your counter,

  “He also ranted for a good hour on why you liked traditionally colored teddy bears above all, and how you like your stuffed animals to be a very precise amount of stuffed, and he dragged me to about seventy different toy stores to find the perfect ones.”

  He gestured to your apartment, which was starting to resemble either a toy shop, a post office, or a garden.

 “Do you really think he would go to all this trouble if he didn’t love you? Would someone who wants nothing to do with you buy you an insanely large teddy bear just because you offhandedly mentioned always wanting one since you were six? Just talk to him, Y/n. Please… hear him out. If I have to listen to one more rant about why he’s buying you another extremely specific teddy bear, I’m going back into the ice.”

You forced back a laugh,

 “Don’t say that Steve, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He grinned at you,

“Then I suggest you talk to him. He’s stressed himself to the point of passing out on the apartment doorstep.”

 You nodded, telling Steve to send him upstairs. Steve practically lifted you off the ground in a hug, and swiftly went to fetch Tony. Your gaze slowly wondered down to the picture you held, your anger melting away to reveal the pain that had been hiding behind it.

  “That’s my favorite picture.”

Tony’s voice said from beside you. You turned to him, studying him for a moment before replying,

“Yeah, it was mine too.”

Tony frowned, taking a small step toward you,

  “Y/n, I should’ve handled it better.”

 You were too tired to get mad again, and too tired to yell.

“Yeah, you probably should’ve.”

You murmured, looking back down to the picture.

  “I’m never going to be good enough for you, Y/n, and I wanted to get everything over with before you had the chance to realize that. The moment I made you cry, I realized that even if I’m not good enough, I’m too selfish to leave you alone.”

Shaking your head, you sighed, finally looking back to him and responding after a moment.

 “For being such a brilliant man, people would never guess what a numbskull you can be.”

Tony grinned, but you held a hand up, silencing any reply he might be forming quickly.

  “Don’t you think I should be the one to judge whether you’re good enough for me or not, Tony? You don’t get to stomp on my heart because you’re scared of the possibility of me stomping on yours.”

 Tony nodded, agreeing with you silently.

  “I would punch you in the face right now,” you started, “but I love you far too much. I mean, even if I beat you to the ground, the obscene amount of teddy bears you sent would cushion your fall.”

Tony beamed when he processed that you had said you loved him, and eagerly brought you into a hug, successfully knocking the air out of you.

   “I love you too, Y/n.”

He said, loosening the hug to bring you into a kiss. He tasted like coffee, with just a hint of scotch.