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hey! for your requests, do you do smut? its perfectly fine if you dont.

yeah! I'll admit I'm not super well-practiced in writing smutty kinda stuff, but I'm up for trying :))

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bad ideas can have good endings (Maeve Wiley x F!Reader)

Request: “Hey! if you are still taking requests could i please have a maeve x female reader where maeve gets outed by Otis when he’s drunk and tells everyone that she likes R? maybe angst with some fluff? Thank you!!!!!!!” @onehellagaykid

Warnings: minor angst, underage drinking, minor retching/vomit mentions

Word count: 1849

A/N: thank you so much for your request! I had such a blast writing this and I hope it’s everything you imagined :) feedback is mega appreciated and requests, as always, are open!

This party was a bad idea. Maeve knew it, Ola knew it, Otis had yet to figure it out and Eric was too busy inviting people to stop and think about it. As [Y/N] put on her outfit for the night, she was looking forward to the carnage that a party brings but there was dread in the back of her mind. What if she got too drunk and accidentally told an Untouchable to shove their million-pound attitude up their ass? What if she blacked out and ended up missing school? Who has a party on a Thursday anyway? Pushing her apprehensions to the back of her mind, she fastened her necklace; a simple silver chain with a small bee-shaped pendant. 

 “Where are you off to then?” Erin drawled once again. Maeve could swear she felt the headache arrive moment by moment, “Nowhere,” came the quick reply. The faster she got out of the caravan, the less questions she’d get. Erin, ever the supportive mum, scoffed dramatically. “Fine, don’t tell me. Is there at least a boy involved?” she pleaded. Fine, Maeve would indulge her for the 20 seconds she had left of lacing up a boot. “No, there isn’t. I keep trying to tell you that boys have never - and will never - be involved,” she reprimanded. Erin did her best not to look wounded but Maeve could tell there would be no further conversation. Pulling her tote over her shoulder, she left the caravan and waved ‘bye-bye’ to Elsie though the window. Turning toward the exit of the park, she sighed. This was a bad idea. She heard Isaac trying to taunt her again but decided she didn’t want to potentially get involved in an assault case, so she simply sped up and put her mind in a different place. 

 Otis Milburn is not what you would describe as a “frequent drinker”. In fact, many people wouldn’t describe him as a “drinker” in the first place - not even himself. This Otis, though, would say something very different. That is, of course, if he could get the words out without burping obscenely or choking back a bit of sick. Yes, Otis Milburn - sex kid, Moordale’s very own urban legend - was drunk. Not just drunk, but positively wasted. [Y/N] wondered if he thought this was a bad idea. She found Eric among the heaving crowd overtaking the house. 

“What is he doing? I’ve never seen him like this,” she said, unable to contain the concern in her tone.

“Relax! He’s fine, just enjoying himself and letting loose a little. Speaking of which, can I get you a drink? You look so wound up,” he slurred slightly.

“Yeah, alright. Just a cider or something though, I have to walk home after this,” she replied, conceding that she was a little high-strung by the stressful week behind her. Maeve had come back to school. Yes, Maeve, the one and only girl who had ever made [Y/N] think about love outside of the fairytale bubble containing a white picket fence and 3 kids whom all look too similar to truly pick a favourite. That word hadn’t even been in her vocabulary until she came to high school and met the smartest person she knows. She’d read so many great books thanks to the once pink-haired rebel. Had enjoyed so many hours of amazing music both with her and because of her. She’d been devastated last term when everything went down with Sean. She’d sounded so sad over the phone. They’d tried to keep in touch but there was only so much that they could do until the horrible drift happened. [Y/N] would actively avoid the pretzel shop at the local shopping centre because she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold back her pity. Despite how strongly Maeve carried herself, [Y/N] knew what happened behind closed doors. The breakdowns, the empty laughs, the glazed over eyes at 2am when sleep evaded her. Besides, [Y/N] had started talking to Otis after Maeve disappeared. He’d confessed about how sorry he felt for the way things ended and all he wanted was to see her again one more time to just apologise and tell her how proud he was of her. It was sweet. Perhaps he was thinking about that right now and needed alcohol to numb the pain. Maeve had just strolled in the door, after all.

 Upon stepping foot inside, Maeve recognised that this party was already a disaster. Not 30 seconds had passed before she saw multiple people drunk off their faces and at least one person puking in a bin. Charming. Eyes scanning the crowd, her gaze fell lovingly upon the makeshift bar in the kitchen, which she made a quick beeline towards. Pouring a too-strong drink, she let herself drift. She didn’t need to think tonight; maybe she’d let herself get blackout drunk for once. Losing control could be good. Feelings were too complicated anyways; especially those involving other people. Like [Y/N]. Especially [Y/N]. Maeve’s thoughts and dreams had been overtaken by visions of the girl; from daydreaming about going on cheesy dates to nights spent dreaming about… more inappropriate activities. She longed to feel [Y/N]’s hand in her own, to kiss her in the morning at school, even to watch her fall apart underneath her when she finally gives her what she begged so sweetly for. Having gotten lost in her own thoughts again, her eyes drifted towards [Y/N] and Eric, standing next to someone hunched over a bin. Again, she contemplated, charming. 

 Otis retched once again, the sound ripping through [Y/N]’s ears despite the blasting music flooding the house. Eric tutted softly. 

“You are such a lightweight, man. How can you not even hold down a shot?” He pleaded, clearly exasperated. Rahim seemed to apparate out of thin air and dragged him away with nothing but a suggestive look that he hoped [Y/N] didn’t see. She did, but elected to ignore it. If there was anything she wanted to avoid tonight, it would be a horny and impatient Eric without his best friend by his side. Otis finally straightened up from his shameful hunch over the bin and swiftly headed back to the kitchen for a refill. Would he ever learn? She decided not to think about that and instead let her eyes scan her surroundings. So many teenagers - so many insecurities in one room. How many of them were getting completely wasted to forget about their feelings or their home life? How many were looking for a random hookup just so they could brag to their friends about losing their virginity? She silently hoped that Maeve didn’t fall into that last category.

 Maeve pounded her second shot. “Fuck it,” she murmured to herself. Making her way across the room to where [Y/N] stood, a wave of confidence flowed through her. Even though she knew that was simply her blood flowing faster due to the booze, she still felt empowered. She was finally going to do it. After a year of looking away right before she got caught staring, a year of daydreaming, a year of pining, she’d finally let her true feelings be known.

Otis had poured his fifth drink for the night and set his sights for [Y/N]. He needed to apologise. He didn’t know what for, but [Y/N] had such a sad look in her eyes some days - Otis definitely knew it was somehow his fault. Swishing the plastic cup in his right hand, he contemplated what he would say before getting to her. His train of thought was interrupted when he felt the sharp-smelling liquor splash and land on his shirt. He turned rapidly, ready to throw venomous words at whatever clumsy asshole wasn’t watching their step, but his sentiments died quickly in his throat when he saw Maeve’s brown locks. She swivelled on the spot. Paused for a beat too long.

“...Oh. Hey, dickhead,” she said, straight-faced and terrifying as ever.

“Hey. Wa- watch… where you’re going, maybe?” Otis replied, bold, and suddenly really feeling that fourth shot.

“Yeah, sorry,” she brushed him off and tried to continue on her way to [Y/N]. 

“HEY! Don’t walk away,” he shouted, unfortunately loud enough to catch the attention of pretty much everyone downstairs. 

Shit. Why was he trying to make a scene? Is this just what he’s like when he drinks? No-one should have ever let him near any alcohol in the first place. God, she could punch him right now.

“Sorry, Otis. Do you have something to say?” she spat, quickly losing her nerve.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. I’m sorry, okay? I’m- I-” he stuttered, retching a little. 

“Go on then, spit it out!” someone yelled before turning the music down. Oh great, Maeve thought. So we’re involving everyone in this then? 

“I’m sorry about all the shit that went down with you and Jackson last term. I’m sorry you have to live alone and all your family left. And I’m sorry that.. that you’re in love with someone who doesn’t feel the same way. Trust me, I know the feeling, Maeve,” he finished, his eyes landing directly on [Y/N]. She backed away slowly, her eyes never leaving Maeve’s, and disappeared upstairs.

 Maeve could feel tears forming in her eyes. The quicker she found [Y/N], the better. 

“I hope you’re proud of yourself, Otis. Oh and by the way, I’m sorry that you can’t wank or hold a girlfriend down for longer than six months,” she uttered, before running after [Y/N].

Maeve eventually found [Y/N] in the bathroom after very unfortunately stumbling upon Eric and Rahim’s… activities in Otis’ bedroom. She’d never closed a door so fast in her life. Sitting opposite her on the floor, [Y/N] took a deep breath. 

“So… is it true?” she asked. No point beating around the bush. Either she denies it and they continue this weird song and dance or this ends happily ever after.

“Is what true?” Maeve parrotted. This wasn’t happening. [Y/N] forced out a huff.

“Fine. If that’s what you want to do, then there’s no point of me being here. I’m leaving,” she snapped. She didn’t need any more bullshit tonight. Anger flared through her as she stood and made for the door. 

“Wait!” Maeve called out, reaching the door before [Y/N] and putting her weight against it. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? It is true. I… I have feelings for you. It’s really hard because I know you’d never feel the same so I’m sorry that he embarrassed you like that, I’m gonna go kick his arse-” she rambled before being cut off by [Y/N]’s lips on her own.

“Shut up,” she mumbled against them. “I like you too, alright? Have for a while. Been thinking about doing this for a while, too,” she confirmed.

“Me too,” Maeve said, pulling away slightly. “Can I kiss you again?” she asked softly. Turning them around so that [Y/N] was backing her up against the wall, she replied, “Of course”.

#sex ed #sex education s2 #sex education #sex education fluff #maeve wiley #maeve wiley x reader #female reader #fanfiction #otis milburn #sex education netflix #requests are open #maeve wiley fanfic

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hey I know it's been a WHILE

I'm working on a season 2 finale re-write for sex ed bc they did us dirty.

also, I'm gonna try to be more active in writing stuff now since there's been a bunch of new material added for a few of the fandoms I enjoy writing for.

as always, requests are open. I've missed you guys :')

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Surgery (Avengers x Reader)

A/N: this was requested by @mcu-trash and I'm sorry it took me so damn long but I hope I did your request justice despite this being so short. I also hope your surgery goes well even without the Avengers there to comfort you!

Warnings: none, just fluffy (also there's an established relationship between Loki and r here). Again, this is an AU where Endgame didn't happen bc the Russos did my babies DIRTY!!

Surgery wasn't a big deal at the avengers compound. The varying life-threatening injuries sustained on missions were frequent and, as such, the medical wing was more than ready for anything. However, when Tony found out that you needed a relatively minor procedure compared to the likes previously seen in the tower, he went into full Protective Dad Mode. In the days leading up to your surgery, he was rushing around you and giving helicopter parents everywhere a run for their money - "have you been eating?" "you feeling alright about it?" "if you're not 100% happy, I can change the surgeon?" - it was odd to see Iron Man so worked up. Granted, you understood why he felt so anxious; you were a human agent with no enhancements and such surgery could be very tiring and intense for you compared to earth's mightiest heroes. But, you could handle yourself. Natasha was the first to recognise this and also the first to calm Tony down by having a chat with him. Peter was sympathetic to you, not only because you were going to undergo a procedure, but also because he knew what it was like to be hovered over by Tony. 2 days before your surgery, he pulled you aside before leaving for a mission and gave you a little pep talk. "I know it's frustrating, but Mr Stark is just being cautious. Deep down, he knows you'll be fine, but just try to enjoy his attention. Trust me, it'll make him feel better and he'll probably bug you less," he said. He hugged you tightly before leaving for his mission.

On the day of your surgery, Loki came with you to the medical wing and you felt much more comfortable than you figured you would, simply because his fingers were intertwined with yours the entire way from your room to the OR. When you were called for surgery, he had a hopeful look in his eyes as he kissed your forehead gently and said he'd be waiting for you. "I love you," in his honey-sweet voice were the last words you heard before falling asleep.

Sure enough, Loki was by your bed when you came to, beaming that you'd finally woken up. He kissed your cheek and shared a quiet joke with you before the rest of the team tumbled through the door with flowers and balloons galore. Wanda and Vision brought chicken paprikash for everyone to share while they kept you company in recovery, and Clint's sarcastic jabs were very welcomed by you in your post-surgery daze.

It was odd to see the avengers so domestic, but you couldn't ask for a better team.

#fluff #avengers fluff #avengers x reader #loki x reader #loki fluff #loki laufeyson #avengers #marvel #marvel fluff #marvel x reader #requests are open #fanfic #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction

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New Town (Carol Danvers x Reader)

Request: Can I please request a Carol Danvers/Reader where she’s still a pilot and meets reader in Pancho’s, and they start flirting and stuff? Hope you can write, love your style. (@dearcaptain99)

A/N: this was super fun to write! if anyone wants to request anything else (carol or not!) my requests are open!!

Warnings: alcohol consumption, terrible puns, fluff

Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you had never regretted a decision more. Ever since moving across states, you quickly learned that making friends meant an awful lot of drinking and an ever-increasing amount of hangovers to make up for it. The last two months had consisted of you being excitedly dragged through dozens of clubs and loud venues by equally shiny and volatile people; often ending up with a pounding headache before the binge drinking even began. Tonight, unfortunately, was no different. Your phone was erupting with notifications from several group chats as you put your sneakers on (the extravagant clubbing outfits had been retired after weekend 3) and checked yourself over in another mirror. Okay, four drink limit and agree to dancing; might get Steph and her Jello shots away from you for long enough to run and hide. Taking a deep breath, you left your apartment and prepared yourself for yet another boring night of receiving the “Haven’t seen you around here before,” pick-up line from thousands of small-town fuckboys.

Pancho’s was a lot more charming than you figured it would be. It was a bar with class; a traditional feeling that all the glossy new clubs had failed to present. Perhaps this night wouldn’t go as badly as the others. Planting yourself at the bar as you waited for some of your friends to arrive, your eyes scoured the place surrounding you. The wooden interior was sleek and old-fashioned at the same time; you wondered if it had recently been refurbished. The arcade machines in the corner caught your attention with their flashing invitations to play. Hopping from the bar stool, you sauntered over to the Flight 2000 machine and dug a quarter out of your pocket. The game started up and finished almost instantly as the realisation hit you that you didn’t actually know how to play. You remembered games like these from your childhood, hundreds of hours spent trying to beat your high scores in your dad’s bar back home. You missed those simpler times. Before you knew it, a tear had started to roll down your cheek as you reminisced about the life you had in the past.

Your musings were interrupted by a light tap on your shoulder. You spun round and your hand instinctively shot up to wipe the tear away. You were greeted by a blonde woman, smirking at you with bright eyes.

“Did you lose that bad? Man, I wonder what that’s like,” she remarked sweetly, clearly referencing the teardrop that was now gone from your face. You couldn’t help but giggle in response, both surprised and intrigued by her forwardness. She moved to put another quarter in the machine and looked back to you, that same smirk back on her lips.

“I’m Carol by the way,” she stuck out a hand. You took it and gave a weak shake, marvelling at the warm friendliness emanating from this (not so) mystery woman.

“Y/N,” you responded, trying to match her confidence level in your tone.

“That’s a nice name. You wanna learn how to play?” She asked. You automatically nodded, completely entranced by her. You felt yourself relax as she started explaining the rules of the arcade to you. Maybe this night would turn out even better than you hoped.

Carol let out a loud groan as the machine in front of you lit up green and announced that the previously set high score (achieved by the blonde, of course) had been beaten. She beamed at you as you celebrated your return to arcade game glory and offered to buy her a drink as a thank you for re-teaching you. She agreed and led you through the now packed Pancho’s to the bar. Ordering two beers, you swivelled back to Carol, determined to learn more about the cocky and, quite frankly adorable, pilot. She told you about her work at the nearby Air Force base and you admired her ability to overcome the struggles of being a woman in the military, lending Carol even more of your adoration. You could swear you saw her cheeks darken at a few of the compliments that flowed from you so effortlessly.

“So, what brings you to this lonely little town?” she enquired while sipping her beer coolly.

“I’m a chemist. Got sent over here to work on some development project on a nearby farm. It’s really not super exciting, unfortunately,” you replied, embarrassment growing on your face. You hated talking about your job; especially with someone who had a much more interesting occupation; like Carol. She simply offered you a smile and you instantly felt yourself relax again.

“I think that’s awesome. You’re definitely a lot smarter than some of this lot,” she quipped with another signature smirk as she gestured around the room. You felt a blush crawling up your cheeks and went to take another sip of your beer.

“Didn’t think scientists could be so pretty though,” she remarked, locking eyes with you. Wow, she really liked being forward. You almost choked on the beer and cleared your throat as you set the bottle down. Carol giggled at your flustered state and finished her bottle.

“Guess it’s been a while since you got flirted with? Hope it’s not been as long as since your last time playing Flight 2000,” she teased. All you could do was blush in response.

“No it’s- it’s not that, I just- you’re really pretty and funny and bold and-” you stammered.

“Wow, it’s really been a while,” she exclaimed, sculpted face adorned with a shit-eating grin.

“Shut up! I’m good at calculations, not flirting!”

“Well how about you solve this for me, then?” she asked, grabbing a napkin. She pulled a pen from her bag and scribbled on it. Sliding it to you, your eyes travelled to the neat handwriting on the tissue. It simply read: U + I = ?

“Well, since you’re a chemist, I actually need help with this chemistry equation,” she said, pride laced in her tone.

“Wow, it may have been a while for me but the cheesiness of this one is a first,” you snarked at her. She rolled her eyes and set a $20 bill on the bar, grabbing your hand and leading you out of Pancho’s. You silently thanked the arcade machine as you passed it to continue your night with Carol.

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Quiet (Loki x Reader)

A/N: can u tell I’m going through an avengers kick right now? loki has always been one of my favourite characters so I decided to write him into one of my favourite writing prompts: “there’s only one bed”! this is more fluff heheheh

[also this is pretty much an AU where IW and Endgame didn’t happen bc they WRECKED me emotionally so everyone’s alive in this one]

Warnings: nightmare mention, tiny bit of angst if u squint, fluffffffffff

Sometimes, you really hated how cocky Tony Stark was. His stubbornness exhausted you, and the dirty tactics he used to get his way were extremely frustrating. Sometimes, you wanted to just scream at the man; and this was one such occurrence. Tumbling through the hotel room door, fatigue heavy on your shoulders, it took you a moment to take in the suite you and Loki had been shown to. The suite with a gorgeous view of the city skyline below. The suite with only one king bed. The suite… booked by none other than Tony Stark. Shutting the door softly behind him, Loki looked at you quizzically before looking around the regal space around him.

“Wow, this is nice. Stark really outdid himself,” the god mused.

“Yeah, it’s lovely if you ignore the fact that one of us is sleeping on the floor,” you quipped in response with a nervous chuckle. Your comment did nothing to ease Loki’s confusion as his eyebrows raised even higher. He finally turned to look at the bed and chortled when he turned back to you.

“What? Don’t be silly, Y/N. We’re adults, aren’t we?” he queried. You rolled your eyes as you began to unpack your belongings. Yes, of course we are adults, Loki, but it’s more complicated when one adult is falling in love with the other.

The rest of the night went quietly. The two of you got along decently enough, hence why you were even sharing with Loki in the first place. Everyone else on the team was too busy trying to kill him or blame him for all the things wrong with the universe, so when it came out that you actually didn’t mind having a real conversation with the frost giant, you essentially became his babysitter. Both being quite introverted and avid readers, your time together was usually spent reading in comfortable silence or watching some “brainless Midgardian entertainment” (you preferred the term ‘sitcoms’) until one of you fell asleep. Loki wasn’t the unbearable villain that everyone made him out to be; in fact, you’d even go so far to say that he was your friend. Your friend... that you were busy falling for. It had started out innocently; Loki had been captured and needed to be interrogated. All the other Avengers had gone for the ‘bad cop’ routine, whereas you had just tried to have a regular chat with him. For whatever reason, he warmed to you and gave out all the information the team needed. Since then, you had been responsible for Loki. You sometimes felt bad because everyone else on the team, even including his brother sometimes, treated him like a lost puppy but abused him like he were a bad dog. He didn’t deserve that, but it seemed like you were the only one who could actually see it. Being so close with him all the time on missions and stakeouts, you learned a lot about him and his Asgardian past. You could feel that he was a changed person, and you assured him of this even when he couldn’t find it in himself to believe it.

So, nights with Loki became more frequent as you began to trust in each other indefinitely; coming to seek the other’s solace when you were caught with a particularly horrible nightmare, or simply when everything got to be too much. The worst nights of your life were suddenly lightened when Loki came to your aid and let you cry into his shoulder for what felt like hours on end; and vice versa. Falling in love with the god felt so effortless; it was just so pathetic that your feelings weren’t reciprocated. Loki could never love you - you were a simple human in his eyes. Not worthy of a god like him.

It had gotten late. You had become so wrapped up in the pages of your book and he his, that neither of you noticed the hours race by. Stifling a yawn, you put the book down and walked to be bathroom slowly. Getting changed into pyjamas, thoughts were still flying around in your head. Deciding to ignore your panicked brain, you walked back into the room to find Loki shirtless and digging through his bag. You felt a warm rush in your cheeks as you did your best to avert your eyes from his muscled form. Loki let out a low chuckle as he found a shirt and pulled it over his head.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s nothing. Just that it’s quite funny to see you so embarrassed at the sight of me,” he replied quietly, his voice having dropped an octave and laced with the weight of sleepiness. You laughed it off and remained silent as Loki’s eyes met yours before looking at the bed expectantly.

“I hope you weren’t serious about sleeping on the floor, by the way. I won’t let you do that,” he said matter-of-factly. Curse him for being such a gentleman.

You didn’t know if it was the darkness of his tone of just how cozy he looked in pyjamas but something inside you told you to just go with it and not cause an argument. So, here you were. Sharing a bed with your best friend, trying desperately to fall asleep in order to not say something stupid in your exhausted state that might make things awkward between you and the Asgardian. Lying as far away from him as possible, your body was rigid as you struggled to fall asleep, staring at the angry red digits on the clock opposite you. Loki stirred in his sleep and rolled over, his pale arm landing on your waist and wrapping around you. You felt his chest rising and falling against your back and the rhythm soothed you. Turning around, you placed a hand on his chest and felt his steady heartbeat. His face looked so peaceful as soft snores escaped from his lips, no angry brow in sight, no fear in his eyes. He was so warm, too. Your eyelids felt heavy as you rested your head on his chest, his steady breaths lulling you into a deep sleep.

#loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #fluff #angst

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i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much

fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment. 

every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change. 

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Movie Night (Carol Danvers X Avenger!Reader)

A/N: this is just a short fluff because I needed to get it out of my system while I work on some longer stuff. My requests are open in the meantime if anyone wants something written for any of the fandoms listed in my bio! Just wanna also say thank u for all the love on my previous Carol fic!! Hope y'all enjoy this one too x

Warnings: nightmare mention, fluffy af, post-Endgame

Life since joining the Avengers had been... busy, to say the least. With a never-ending myriad of aching muscles and nightmares about the inevitable casualties, it seemed impossible to catch a break. When the trauma got to you, you were extremely grateful to have Carol by your side to console you. You had fallen for the captain when she joined the Avengers to defeat Thanos, and working together brought you even closer. If you were ever separate (not a common occurrence, thanks to Sam's understanding of your relationship), you made each other sick with worry and thus found yourselves inseparable every night.

However, having such a busy life meant that the occasional quiet night never went unappreciated. To the relief of both of you, tonight was one such evening. After weeks of relentless missions, you finally had the compound to yourselves. As you emerged from the kitchen armed with a bowl of popcorn, you couldn't help but smile at the woman on the couch excitedly scrolling through the options on the TV. Plopping yourself next to your girlfriend, you pecked her cheek. "I'm so happy to finally have you all to myself for once," you murmured into her neck. "Trust me, I've been waiting for a real night off for too long. Thanks for letting me choose the movie, love," Carol chuckled before hitting play and leaning into you.

Wrapping your arms around her, you sighed contentedly and let yourself relax. The last thing you felt before falling asleep were Carol's fingers gently running through your hair. You woke up to the harsh brightness of the TV screen showing the movie selection menu. Whispering to FRIDAY to turn it off, you looked over at Carol and quietly admired her soft sleeping features compared to her harsh battle face which you'd been seeing far more of than you should. She was snoring lightly and the bit of drool hanging from her mouth made the sight even more adorable. Kissing her cheek, you wrapped around her once again and drifted off quickly. Yeah, a quiet night was definitely more than worth it.

#fluff #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers fic #carol danvers #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel #carol danvers fluff #requests are open #!!

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Interrupted (Carol Danvers x Reader)

A/N: hey guys ik it’s been a while but i’m trying my best to get back into writing and i thought this would be a good way to do it. i recently watched captain marvel and i absolutely fell in love with carol danvers so enjoy this! (this is only part one of this btw!)

Warnings: swearing, mild reference to sexual assault (just a drunk asshole), suggestive themes, gender neutral reader

[THIS IS IN A UNIVERSE WHERE THE EVENTS OF ENDGAME DON’T HAPPEN]

Word Count: 1183

This felt like the longest mission ever. Traces of HYDRA activity had started to pop up in random bursts on the Avengers’ radars over the last several months, and tonight was the culmination to weeks of preparation and intel collection on your part. All that was left to do was infiltrate the gala which was disguising an illegal weapons trading ring. Easier said than done, apparently.

You sat silently, leaning against the bar and nursing yet another lemonade while you scanned the room and listened intently for any sign of conflict. It was getting harder and harder to keep your focus, however, as the only thing on your mind was a certain Captain. The interaction between you two before you’d left kept replaying in your head as your eyes once again swept the room and expertly avoided her gaze.

You barely heard the door of your room open as you put your earpiece in and took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for a long evening. Carol’s satiny voice startled you,

“Hey, Y/N, you wouldn’t happen to have a necklace that goes with this dress by any chance?” she asked hopefully.

Her face twisted and she let out a musical laugh at your reaction to her sneaking up on you. After your initial shock, you were able to look her up and down properly; and continue to struggle as you hardly managed to keep your jaw off the ground. She looked gorgeous. The white gown she was wearing hugged her in all the right places as your eyes followed her silhouette to the floor. You weren’t used to seeing Carol like this; being more acquainted with her Captain uniform and covered in dirt or dust from missions on faraway planets. The golden belt cinched around her waist immediately lit a lightbulb in your brain and you turned to rummage through your jewellery box. A moment later, you pulled the golden necklace from the box. Turning back to Carol, you didn’t expect her to be as close as she was, causing a light blush to rise to your cheeks.

“Here’s, um- here’s one,” you stammered. Carol’s eyes met yours and her signature smirk spread across her features as she cocked her head.

“It looks great. Do you mind?” she asked, turning around and lifting her hair away from her neck. As she turned, you heartbeat sped up with the realisation that the dress was completely backless, revealing the woman’s taut muscles. Your cheeks burned and your hands trembled as they came up to her neck and fastened the necklace in place.

Carol turned back around and somehow, looked even better with such a small touch to her appearance.

“Thanks. I hate missions like this. Having to schmooze old men to get information out of them. It makes me feel so cheap,” she admitted with a roll of her shining hazel eyes.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I hate them too. Wearing a dress and having to be someone I’m not for the night. Suppose it has its benefits though; at least I get to see you looking like that, Captain,” you shot back, not meaning for it to come out as flirty as it did. The air in the room suddenly became heavy and Carol’s gaze changed as she got impossibly closer to you. Here you were, basically nose-to-nose with the strongest Avenger and you had never wanted to kiss anyone more. Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw her tongue dart out across her bottom lip. An incessant banging on your bedroom door interrupted the moment, an even more incessant voice on the other side.

“There’ll be plenty of time for flirting later, you two! It’s time to move!” Clint boomed.

A voice cutting through your earpiece brought you back to the ballroom. Whom else’s voice, of course, than Carol fucking Danvers’ smooth register.

“Y/N, need a little help here. This guy’s getting a little handsy and I barely convinced him to go get more drinks,” she said rapidly. Your response was immediate as you quickly made your way across the room to seek out Carol and act like her drunk best friend.

“Heyyyyy,” you slurred at Carol just as the man came back. She made a quick escape and led you both away to the bathroom. The plan had to be thorough enough to be believable, after all. Falsely tumbling into the marble-clad bathroom, Carol immediately check that all the stalls were clear before turning back to you and locking her eyes with yours. She sauntered closer to you, her gaze never leaving yours. Her voice was soft and smooth when she spoke.

“So, you wanna tell me what that was all about, back at the compound?” she queried.

You didn’t know how to play this. Innocent? Flirty? Angry?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain,” you replied. Great, so we’re going for flirty.

Carol gritted her teeth as her hands found your hips, pressing herself into you.

“I think you do, Agent Y/N,” she rasped back. Your hands instinctively wrapped around her neck. The moment was once again interrupted by a loud voice in your earpiece. This time, Natasha’s. There had been a change in plan and everyone was to get the hell out as quickly and discreetly as they could. You looked at Carol and smiled. It was evident that the pair of you could not catch a break.

Upon returning to the compound and receiving a debrief from a very chuffed Tony Stark, you were happy to hear that the required information had been retrieved without so much as a hitch, all while you got to tease Carol in the bathroom. Your walk to your room was interrupted by the captain’s hand grasping your arm from behind and pulling you to a stop.

“Meet me in my room in 15 minutes. I need your help with something,” she said lowly into your ear and released your arm. You hurried back to your room, silently willing the blush on your cheeks to disappear. You had never shed clothes so quickly. Changing from your mission attire into more comfortable clothes, you barely have time to glance in the mirror and fix your hair before you bolt out into the corridor and down to Carol’s room. Knocking lightly on the door, your cheeks felt warm once again. “Come in,” her sultry voice was almost too quiet to be heard through the door. Stepping through, your mouth fell open immediately after closing the door behind you. Your eyes fell upon Carol’s alluring figure, clad in nothing but a red lingerie set and the golden necklace you had lent her. Your heart hammered in your chest as the woman stood impossibly close once again. Wordlessly, you closed the gap between you two by pressing your lips against hers. The kiss got intense quickly, eliciting a moan from Carol and causing you to pull away. A smirk painted across your lips, you broke the silence.

“So, what did you need my help with?” you quipped sarcastically.

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I haven't posted in ages because I haven't had much time for writing and there's also been some personal stuff going on lately. I'll try and post something soon and requests are still open so if I get some, I'll write them. thanks for the support guys 💞

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love these dorks <3

What are you grinning at, weirdo?

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99 gay-ish asks

how tall are you?

what is your body type?

what is your favorite part about your body?

is your current hair color your natural hair color?

are you more outgoing or more shy?

are you more femme or butch?

are you tol or smol?

wine mom or vodka aunt?

weird habit?

favorite meme?

do you sing in the shower?

ever used a bow and arrow?

are/were you a theatre kid?

have you ever seen a broadway musical?

do you think musicals are cheesy?

have you ever been a part of a protest or a march?

favorite Cards Against Humanity Card?

last movie you watched?

behind the camera or in front of it?

favorite tv show?

meaning behind your url

reason you joined tumblr

who’s your closest tumblr friend?

what’s something most people love that you hate?

have you ever taken narcotics?

have you had sex?

have you ever gotten caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

worst/funniest lie you’ve ever told?

describe your passion without mentioning it.

describe your best friend.

give us one thing about you that no one knows.

how do you feel right now?

what is your biggest fear?

what’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?

have you ever tried your hardest and then been disappointed in the end?

something you fantasize about.

last time you cried and why

what was the last thing that made you laugh?

do you really, truly miss someone right now?

who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

the last time you felt broken?

are you starting to realize anything?

are you more dominant or more submissive?

i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank)

do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older?

describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail.

do you have any kinks?

first thing you notice in a person?

how can someone win your heart?

been rejected by a crush?

have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?

would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

is trust a big issue for you?

did you hang out with the person you like recently?

is confidence cute?

what would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

does the person you have feelings for right now know you do?

ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

do you want to get married

worst thing you’ve ever done?

three things that turn you on.

who do you hate?

favorite term of endearment?

who was your celebrity/fictional gay awakening?

intimidating girls or kind girls?

what do you look for in a possible partner?

do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous girls?

are you good at flirting?

who was the first person you came out to?

do you have any friends who are wlw?

is your crush wlw?

last person to make you reconsider your sexuality?

write a short love poem to your crush/self?

do you fall in love easily?

is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

are you good at hiding your feelings?

are you a forgiving person?

what is your “type?”

fall asleep in her arms or rub her back until she falls asleep in yours?

tall girls or short girls?

hugs or kisses?

twirl her around or get twirled?

tummy kisses or thigh kisses?

hairline kisses or neck kisses?

play with her hair or stroke her tummy?

making out or soft kisses?

hugs around the neck or hugs around the waist?

how confident are you in your sexuality?

when you like someone do you blush or get butterflies in your stomach?

have you ever liked a friend as more than a friend? did you tell them?

how old were you when you realized you were into girls?

most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a cute girl?

do you have a favorite lesbian ship? is it canon?

what is the most aggravating thing someone has said to you about your sexuality?

when was the last time a girl made your heart flutter?

what is love to you?

ask me anything.

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update

hey guys, been a bit inactive lately as I’m trying to focus on school and I haven’t had a chance to write much. I should be posting something soon (deffo by the end of the weekend).

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