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mostlymarvelsstuff · 4 months

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Reader receives Carols nudes accidentally

Authors note: First time writing Carol, so hopefully I do her justice

Word count: 628 Marvel Masterlist How To React To Masterlist

Carol had finally been convinced, by both you and Kamala, to upgrade her way of communication. Talking through her ship's comms system was tedious at times, and pagers were for emergencies only, so she needed something better. Something more universal and portable. Which is how she ended up with the smartphone she now has.

She has to admit, it's much nicer than a pager. And it makes communication a breeze now. Not to mention everything else it's capable of. She's very thankful Kamala had put in everyone's numbers for her, and that you had helped walk her through setting it up. Without the two of you, she's sure that all this time later she’d still be staring at the blank screen that had greeted her when she first opened the box.

She's currently scrolling through her messages, looking for your conversation specifically, and she smiles once she finds it. She clicks on it, but ponders on what exactly to say. It was normally you that reached out to her first, as she still wasn’t quite used to having the device, but today Carol felt like being the one to reach out and check on you for a change. She had really missed you of late, and didn’t particularly care if that became known to you.

She contemplated on what exactly she wanted to say, but nothing seemed to sound right to her. Part of her isn’t sure why she's so worried about sending something that would be deemed more interesting than the usual text, but then she remembers that it's you and quickly realizes why she feels that the ordinary just simply wouldn’t do.

She sighs and sets her phone down next to her, and runs a hand through her hair as she continues to think. As she does so Goose makes his way into the room and over to the stumped hero. He hops up onto the bed next to her, unknowingly stepping on the phone in the process effectively attaching and sending a photo. This particular one was of Carol nude and all sweaty post workout. Unfortunately the blonde hadn’t noticed as she was too busy racking her brain for a decent way to greet you.

You however had noticed as soon as you received the notification and the sight alone was enough to have your knees wobbling. Carol and you have always had a slightly more than friendly flirtatious relationship, but this, well it had caught you rather off guard. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it, because you absolutely did, you just hadn't expected her to be so wordlessly bold.

“Move. I need to text Y/n and you shouldn’t be standing on that anyway” she reprimands as she notices where her alien feline friend is. But as she brushes him aside and picks up her phone she finally becomes aware of what's happened, and she can feel the color drain from her face, “Oh my god, Goose!”

The flerken looks at her nonchalantly as he walks away, clearly having no idea or care of the anxiety he's just caused in the woman. This anxiety only increases when she notices that you're typing out a reply, and she finds herself no longer minding that she was off earth at the moment. Spares her from having to look you in the eye anytime soon after this blunder.

Wow Captain, that's quite a conversation starter.

The color comes back to her face tenfold as her cheeks burn a bright pink, Well, you know I like making an entrance

Mhm, and when will you be making one on earth again?

Carol can feel her pulse race at the question, As soon as I’m needed

I think you're going to be needed tomorrow evening. Wear something nice <3

#carol x y/n #carol danvers x reader #carol x reader #carol danvers #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction #captain marvel

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cousinslavellan-archive · 2 years

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Protective prompt: "I'll stay the night" Pairing of your choosing :)

Shakarian, ME2 - Fits in my Kissing Turians'verse. Hey look I'm not dead it only took forever to answer this! Ty for the prompt tho, it's been good to have some in my box to go back to! ♥

Garrus goes down to the rocket and Arisa feels like she’s watching herself die all over again.

There’s shouts, voices - Miranda’s, Jacobs, her own - as they evac him to the Normandy, get him into the medbay so Chakwas can work on him.

“Shepard, I need space.” Dr. Chakwas had ushered her out of the room - firm but kind, giving her a look, “I’ll page you once he’s stable.”

Arisa had stared at her - stared at the door, when it closed in her face. Fists clenched, energy pulsing in three quick flares.

Snuffed with a growl of frustration and a quick-turnabout, snapping orders into her comm - back to the shuttle, let’s get Mordin.

Distraction would be good, while she waited for news on her best friend.

The Salarians clinic is deep in the bowels of Omega, but they get through and get him out - and the second her pager goes off, Arisa is running, heedless of her armor.

Chakwas looks far too amused when she barrels into medbay, but she really can’t say she cares.

“Is he…?”

“Stable, sleeping. He’ll need to rest, for at least a few cycles. I had to use cybernetics to repair his mandible.” Chakwas frowns, covering her mouth to hide a yawn, “Goodness, what time is it?”

“Go get some coffee - I’ll keep watch over sleeping beauty.”

There’s no argument, but she hadn’t expected there to be.

The moment the doors close and they’re alone, Arisa lets out a long breath, taking a seat on the bed across from the sleeping Turian and watching his face for a moment - half covered in bandages, some blue blood still visible.

But breathing. Alive. She hadn’t failed him.

Arisa runs a rough hand through her hair, glancing around - startling a little when Garrus coughs and shifts on his bed, eyes flicking open after a moment's pause.

It’s sort of strange, seeing him without his visor - for a split second he looks more vulnerable. But he quickly shifts to alertness - or more alert, at least, given how many pain meds Chakwas had likely pumped him with, those blue eyes zeroing in on her.

“Shepard.” he coughs, and she’d swear her name had never sounded so good before, “What happened?”

“Rocket to the face, buddy. You were in rough shape.” Arisa leans forwards a bit, lips quirked, “Chakwas took good care of you. Shouldn’t try to move yet, though - need to heal for a bit.”

“Damn, no wonder my face stings so much.” Garrus grimaces, “How bad is it, Shepard?”

Arisa can’t help it - she grins, eyebrows up. “Damn Garrus, haven’t you ever heard how much women dig scars? You’ll be a chick magnet in no time.”

“Ow, shit, Shepard, don’t make me laugh. That hurts.”

Still, the quiet chuckle she’d gotten out of him is worth it, and Arisa hums, moving to push up from the bed.

“I should let you rest, I just wanted to make sure you were alright-”

A three-taloned hand on her wrist stops her, making green eyes shoot to blue.

“Stay.” Garrus requests, voice so soft it’s obvious he’s on the verge of passing back out, “Please. I’d feel better, knowing you’re here.”

Arisa stares for a moment, heart thumping. She wonders how much of what he’s saying is the drugs, or the blow to the head.

But she realizes, at the end of it, that it doesn’t matter.

“I’ll stay the night.” she promises, smiling when he relaxes immediately, “Someone’s gotta keep your ass in check, Vakarian.”

Garrus snorts, and Arisa only grins wider.

#shakarian #garrus vakarian #femshep #mass effect 2 #short fic #kissing turians verse #my writing #arisa shepard #hey look ma I wrote a thing!#I haven't written ME in ages so I hope it's ok gjbg

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femreader · 4 years

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The Writer - Natasha Romanoff

Request: the reader is working as a shield agent closely with the avengers, during one mission she ends up risking herself for Natasha because surprise surprise, she has feelings.

Summary: Y/N has a rare talent with pen and paper.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: a bullet wound, some shooty mctooty, also I am sorry if your name is Mia!!

“Why don’t we take Y/L/N with us,” Bucky wondered one-day out loud, as he, Sam, Steve, and Wanda were getting ready to go ambush a Hydra base. From a secured resource they had got a hint of something bigger brewing in the terrorist group, possibly another take on genocide. This time not wanting to take any chances Steve had immediately asked Wanda to accompany them.

Sam gave Steve a look, asking whether it was fine they’d go ahead and explain the newly recruited (and now much better feeling) addition, why in fact one of their best fighters was most of the time situated in her own room, only company being books, paper, and a pen. Her gift, or curse however you looked at it was a very carefully cherished secret of SHIELD, only the elite of the elite knew she even possessed such power.

Steve huffed slightly as they walked into the jet. Turning off all the comms in case they were already connected to the base before turning to his best friend.

“Y/N is a kind of safety factor. She usually handles kidnaps and stuff like that,” He said while they all buckled up and Steve turned on the engine. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t pressure it anymore, respecting the privacy.

“But... she doesn’t get bored?” He asked, making a slight face. Knowing himself he’d be bored to death in less than three hours if he didn’t get to do anything. Steve, Sam, and Wanda looked at each other amused, sending prayers for Clint, Nat, and Carol for being stuck at the HQ with Y/N.

___

“I am booooooooored,” Y/N dramatically whined as she walked into the kitchen, dragging her pajama pants covered legs like a slug. She had stolen a pair from Tony so they were too long for her.

Y/N took out a cereal box and dug into it, looking for the prize inside. It was an amusing picture, watching a twenty-something-year-old go through the entire box of Captain Crunch for one color changing spoon. In Y/N’s defense, she hadn’t had the possibility to go to a mission in three months and all the reality TV-shows were starting to run out.

Captain Marvel herself, had decided to grace them all with her presence for a couple of days. Carol followed amused by her set on the sofa while reading some of the mission files from a while ago. A smug smile appeared on her face when she noticed the jealous look Y/N didn’t even bother to hide.

“I am going to die from boredom and then you guys don’t have anyone to save your asses anymore,” The human contemplated while sitting down with the cereal. She took huge handfuls and shoved them into her mouth, Carol cringed at her habits.

“Well, you and Nat are fine. The others are screwed,” Y/N continued and opened her old and worn notebook. The pages were slightly yellow and crumpled from turning.

“You’ve been keeping score?” Carol half-jokingly asked as she moved to another mission file. To her surprise, Y/N had in fact kept score on how many times she had been asked to go to the field to help her friends. All of the team members had their names written on one of the pages and an equivalent number of lines next to them. Clint had five, Steve three, Wanda and Thor were at respectful one, Sam was at four, Carol and Natasha had zero. Bucky was also at a big fat zero, but Y/N decided it was because he had only been on three missions, soon the recklessness would rub off of Steve to Bucky and they’d get into all sorts of trouble.

“Well, then, let’s just hope you’ll die quickly then,” Carol darkly joked, earning a slap to her arm.

“Who’s dying,” Natasha walked in, wearing her usual training gear. She and Clint had the turn on training the new recruits. Y/N was glad she was never given the position, mostly because she didn’t know jack-shit about teaching someone else, but also because it gave her a chance to watch the Black Widow in action while pretending to draw or write.

Y/N made a low squeak and got up from the sofa, Carol’s little shake of her head didn’t go unnoticed. Y/N stuck her tongue out and went to put the cereal box back into the cupboard. Natasha quipped an eyebrow at Carol, surprised to see Ms.” I’m-always-in-my-room” actually outside.

“You two hopefully,” Y/N scowled at their teasing while skipping out of the kitchen and back to somewhere where she could die from embarrassment in peace.

Okay so maybe Y/N had a crush on Natasha, just a tiny itsy-bitsy crush. But who wouldn’t have, she was most likely the most stunning woman alive, she knew exactly how to pressure people to talk, she knew exactly how to manipulate the bad guys into spilling their beans like asking a golden retriever fetch a stick. The whole six years Y/N had been working with SHIELD, three of them she had been slightly pining after the redhead, but never having the courage to do anything about it (much to the dismay of Sam and Clint). That and the fact she up until half a year ago she was together with her now ex-girlfriend.

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It was two weeks later when Y/N was awoken from her nice, deep day nap by her pager. It hadn’t rung in almost four months, so immediately when it reached her ears in her dream of Candyland Y/N was basically half-dressed and out of her room. She jumped out, took her notebook and ran down the stairs, her hair messed up and her two-day-old t-shirt and sweats on.

There already was Clint waiting with her, when he saw Y/n run down he thrust an ear comm into her hands and already began walking towards the jets.

“They sent Steve, Bucky, and Nat ahead.”

“What went wrong?” Y/N asked knowing they wouldn’t be going after an already active mission if there wasn’t one of their team members' lives on the line. Clint pushed in a bypass code on the jets activation pad and took a hold of the wheel.

“Apparently the source was unreliable.”

Y/N made a slight hissing voice, she knew they had been after some sorts of diaries holding the information for Hydra’s next massive genocide and where the trio had been sent was supposedly the last place to withhold said diaries. Whatever had happened it must have been years in the making on Hydra’s behalf or then they had been screwed over by some of the new recruits sent to do fieldwork.

“Old plan? Get them out,” Y/N asked as she put on her hair and put on a protective bullet vest over her thin jacket. It felt weird to wear it after so long, it was kind of like a hug. Welcome back to the job.

“Get them out,” Clint confirmed as they lowered on the ground. They could hear the sounds of the bullets and screams the second they opened the back hatch. Y/N went to the east side while Clint went to the west.

Y/N stopped by an old bunker, which fortunately wasn’t in use at the moment and looked around, pondering how she could use the situation and her knowledge at hand for their advantage. She clicked her pen and drew a quick sketch of a man running in the woods. Soon enough after blowing on it the shadow moved to run behind the trees and the shooters took the bait. As they were too busy shooting at the nonexistent being Y/N made her away inside the building.

It was eerily quiet, much, much quieter than outside.

“Guys, this is Y/N. Are you all alright? Where are you?” She carefully asked while hiding behind a wall. Her earpiece crackled for a second. She could hear the voice speaking, echo down the hallway.

“I’m with Steve, we don't’ know where NAt is.”

Y/N jogged down the hallway, and soon enough was faced with the two super-soldiers, both of them very beaten up and hanging on each other like they were about to fall over.

“It’s just me,” She held up her hands. “Clint and I brought a jet, it’s a mile to the south, I’ll go find Nat, where did you see her last time.”

“North wing,” Steve said. “You take bucky, I’ll go get her.”

“Steve you can both barely stand up, let alone possibly carry someone else out of here,” Y/N disagreed, already halfway the hallway towards the north wing.

“You guys go to the jet and don’t die. I’ll be there with nat as soon as I find her.”

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“Nat do you copy,” Y/N tired once again after walking around aimlessly the north wing, not seeing even a hint of the red-haired assassin. She clutched her notebook tightly.

“Nat? Are you even alive?” She murmured darkly. Sounds of fighting echoed down the hallway and Y/N sprang into action. Sort of relief washed over her when she recognized the missing agent in the midst of chaos, but it was soon replaced with worry. Rolling her lips together Y/N flipped the pages until she saw the old drawing of a pistol, blowing on it, the gun appeared on the floor beside her.

Y/N shot the three closest Hydra agents and grabbed Natasha blindly by her arm.

“Nice seeing you too!” Y/N chuckled dryly at the assassin as they half ran half jogged down the hallway and into a random storage room.

It was empty, cold and very much a dead end.

“Oh, Jesus, Nat!” Y/N exclaimed when she noticed the big stain of red on Natasha’s side. It wouldn’t have worried her so much had it not been growing bigger by every second.

Natasha saw her Y/N’s look and mustered up a smirk, holding her side in the hopes the burning would stop. “Welcome back Y/L/N. Missed the work?”

The sounds of the barricade being broken began to grow louder and Y/N swallowed thickly. They were stuck many feet down, with only one half loaded handgun and one very seriously damaged assassin. She blew a hair out of her face while taking off her bullet vest and then the jacket. Y/N heard Nat slightly groan when she wrapped it around the bullet wound.

“Sorry,” Y/N breathed out and spoke to the comm. “Clint, I found Nat can you copy? Steve? Someone?”

“We’re too deep, the signal’s shit in here,” Natasha grumbled, slightly wincing at the sounds of their possibly imminent death. Y/N’s heart was drilling through her chest as she pressed on the clothed wound, her hands red.

“I might have an idea,” She said warily and looked at Natasha, whose piercing green eyes were already looking at her. Had it now been a situation where both of them were on the verge of death, Y/N just might have blurted out she loved her.

“How much do you trust me?” She asked Nat.

“A lot more if you get us out of here,” The assassin said and Y/N nodded. She took out her notebook and flipped to the age where was a picture of her room. Natasha cocked an eyebrow after seeing the very detailed picture of Y/N’s room.

“I drew it just in case, but I haven’t really before tired this,” Y/N mumbled as she did her best to draw both of them there. “This is going to hurt.”

Squeezing her eyes shut Y/N blew on the page and just as the doors were kicked down, Natasha and Y/N were pulled into a swirl of colors and lead, stretched and pulled until they laid on her bedroom floor. Both of them were breathing rather loudly.

“It worked,” Y/N stated in disbelief. “Holy shit it actually worked. You alright- Oh fuck,” She noticed the amount of blood now oozing out of Nat’s side. Y/N cringed when she felt the warm, sticky liquid on her hands again as she picked up Nat with the best of her ability.

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“Here you go kiddo,” Tony gave Y/N back her notebook, which was still slightly tainted with blood on some of the pages. She took it into her now clean hands and huffed at the sight of her rug.

“Need to get that cleaned too. Or just get a new one, it was ugly anyway,” She chuckled. Tony gave her a lopsided smile.

“You alright?” he asked, looking at Y/N who was sporting some nice bags underneath her eyes. She looked up at him with a smile and nodded.

“After a long, long nap,” She joked and leaned back in her bed. Once Tony had left the room, Y/N sat up again, looking at her notebook. The picture of her and Nat was still on it, she hadn’t had the heart to wipe it away just quite yet. Instead, she turned a couple of pages back and with a hint of a triumphant smile drew one line next to Natasha’s name.

“I’m going outside,” Y/N declared a month later, her notebook, wallet, phone, and keys in her bag slung over her shoulder. She smiled at Pepper who was working on some sort of castle with Morgan before going down on the elevator.

It was a nice and warm summer day, and the ice cream was on sale. Y/N thought it would be the best chance of escape to get out of the headquarters, and a certain redhead. Not that it was that hard to avoid Natasha as she seemed to already be dodging on seeing Y/N anywhere.

Y/N did her best not to let it get to her head but it still did annoy her.

“One (y/f/flavor) thanks,” She leaned to the small kiosk’s counter, waiting for the teenage girl to make her ice cream. The park was full of people enjoying the summer, kids running around, parents being worried about them. A couple of teenagers just hanging out and having a picnic. Y/N huffed at the couples, wondering if she and her ex ever even went to a picnic. Or even a date to begin with.

“Thank you,” Y/N took the ice cream, not able to even have one lick before a very familiar and extremely unwelcome voice rang out, accompanied with another set of footsteps. Y/N cursed in her head for not being more aware of her circumstances.

“Hi, Mia,” Y/N’s lips rolled into a tight line as her left hand rested on her bag and her right one held the ice cream.

Mia was looking exactly the same as a year ago when they had broken up. Her slender long legs, full of fake tan glowed in the sun as she was wearing some high waisted shorts and a blouse with a couple of buttons undone. Her Paris Hilton sunglasses rested over her blonde mop of straight hair, and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what did he ever even see in her.

Mia popped a bubble gum and chewed it theatrically.

“Y/N, fancy seeing you here.”

“it’s literally a park, for civilians,” Y/N blinked her eyes. Mia mumbled a whatever and pretended to brush some dirt off of her blouse. Y/N noted the other girl, stand behind her, she was the exact version of Mia but a brunette version.

“Yeah, but you weren’t ever the one to socialize right?” Mia said knowing she hit a nerve. Y/N had always been a bit shy as a kid and as a teenager, after being recruited to SHIELD she had started to come out of her shell. The biggest reason had been the fact how many times she had been called a freak because of her talent with pen and paper.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” Mia said suddenly, sounding everything except sorry. “I just thought, well no one wants to actually be with a freak? Right?” She looked at Y/N, who was squinting her eyes at her. Before Y/N could properly complete the murder plan she was coming up within her head another person, a person Y/N did not expect to accompany her, appeared next to her.

“And that’s why she broke up with you,” Nat said in a weird sweet voice. Y/N couldn't help but slightly chuckle at Mia’s and, her who she presumed was her girlfriend’s, gaping mouths as Natasha casually had her arm around Y/N’s waist. Y/N had to hide her smile behind her ice cream and ate it.

“C’mon hun, let’s go,” the redhead said.

“Sure, one thing though,” Y/N smiled to her and walked up to Mia. “Here, to cool your hothead,” She stated and smashed the ice cream on top of Mia’s head. Y/N didn’t stay to follow the aftermath, instead, she turned around to Natasha, who was smirking at her.

“You should be resting,” Y/N noted as they walked away from the screaming blonde, Nat’s hand still around Y/N’s waist. Her cheeks were flared up and her heart was about to drill through her chest, but she didn’t want to move away.

“Well, I thought I owe you a coffee date.”

“And some explanations,” Y/N added, later on almost choking on her spit when thinking about Natasha’s words.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #Black Widow #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #Captain Marvel #carol danvers

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