#jock!carol

[jukeboxjackal]

Headcanon- Dating Jock! Carol Danvers

Carol Danvers x fem! Reader

A/n: Hey guys, hey guys. Haven’t been here in a while. If i’m not here, it’s either because of writers block, i don’t feel like it, low motivation, or just general laziness. But enjoy my first actual piece in a while though! I just write sometimes now lmfao

Ok ok so first of all, just in general information I feel like she is the softball captain. Reason being is softball is stereotypically a gay sport LMFAO but I guess it’s kind of right (I say this as a softball player and a friend haha) and I think she’d be utility playing either pitcher, catcher, or 3rd base

Anyways to follow with the last bullet, I feel like she would definitely have an undercut and show it almost allll the time. She also has a varsity letterman jacket that may or may not on the tag on the inside say: ‘Property of: Carol Danvers ⁺⁽ʸ/ⁿ⁾ ⁽ˡ/ⁿ⁾♡) You definitelyyyy did not write the second part

More in the popular crowd, whether you are too is up to you

Her arch-nemesis has got to be the volleyball captain Valkyrie. For one, they don’t get along and two, she so obviously has a thing for you

She’s usually hanging out with her friends in the halls or the courtyard, but when she sees you walk by she immediately goes to catch-up with you

She’s superr protective of you. When she’s walking with you she’s always holding your hand or she has an arm around you at all times. If anyone says anything even slightly snarky to you she’ll look them dead in the eye and say ‘Wanna repeat that?’

She also loves when you wear her clothes and especially her sports jackets, helps to show people that you’re hers

Her nicknames for you are the cliches, such as: Babe, baby, sweetheart, (Y/N/N), princess, and my lady/ girl. Whereas you like to call her: Care-bear (she acts like she hates it but you know she doesn’t), bubs, captain or cap, and baby

She does get jealous, but only when you’re clearly interested in the other person. Like when you were hanging out with that one ballet girl Natasha Romanoff who was teaching you but was also way too close to you and she told the dancer to back off

As much as I might get some hate for this, I do feel like she might have been a bit of a bully. Not in the way that she’d go out of her way to be mean to others but just to uphold a reputation. Like if she’s with her popular friends she’d snicker and make some snarky rude comment about a less-popular kid, but if you ever saw her do it she’d apologize to you and to the other secretly

She’s super sweet to you, always going over to your house and bringing you something whether it’s food or flowers

She usually gives you rides to and from school

Don’t forget about y’all’s after-game dates!

#6 on the field but #1 in your heart that’s for sure

If you were to also be on the softball team as well, she’d still treat you the same as the other girls (but behind closed doors that’s different) Like the one time where the team had lost a game and she made you guys do laps for every base you could have stolen but after that she took you out to eat and she apologized profusely

Make-out sessions in the locker room and the bleachers

If you don’t play, you still make sure to be at all of her games. Home or away, you find a way (ooh that rhymed)

Let’s not talk about that one time she was pitching and behind the cage she saw you talking to the opposing team member who had to use the bathroom

She’s your #1 gym buddy and vice-versa

Oh and she definitely said I love you first

Overall, she is the sweetest and you would consider her damn-near perfect. She definitely has her flaws but that’s with everyone. Your love is unmatchable.

Hey guys! Sorry if this wasn’t as straight to the point as my last headcanon was, but I just had a lot to say I guess lol. Anyways, I’ll probably come back to edit this in a few hours I just wanted to put something out for now. Until next time!

Thanks for reading! Feedback, requests, and inquiries are always appreciated and welcome!

[diamanties]

you drew stars around my scars, but now i’m bleeding

SUMMARY - your relationship with natasha had been perfect from the start. she had been distant lately, but you knew she’d never cheat on you, right?

WARNINGS - dark!natasha, cheating, abuse, slapping

AUTHORS NOTE- reposting this one on this blog as its probably my fave fic i’ve wrote idk

Natasha had been more distant than usual lately, and she always somehow had a different excuse for her absence. They were believable enough for you, her poor wife, to fall for them and so Natasha could get away with her lies. Again. She knew living two lives wasn't ideal, one with you and your two shared kids in your shared family home, the home she would come home to every single nigh for dinner and affection, and the lie she lived whenever she supposedly left for work. You knew that when you accepted her proposal, most of her time would be spent at her company, and you were okay with that, as you were promised her love at the end of the day.

Everything was just perfect only a few weeks ago, but recently, everything had got too much for Natasha. But she loved you, and that was all that mattered, right? You had a simple schedule. Natasha would leave for work and bark orders at you like you were just a house maid, and with your mind fogged up by your love for her, you would comply everytime. The orders were mostly easy. Make dinner, wash the clothes, clean the dishes, raise the kids. That was the one that really got to you.Your kids looked up to Natasha as if she was a god. They loved her to pieces, so they took it very hard when you had to sweetly explain to your two young kids who didn't know any better about how their mama wouldn't be around as much, and comforting them through their soft cries for their mother. That was the worst part. They thought she was an angel that fell from heaven, and it took a heavy toll on you when you realised they blamed everything on you.

Some nights Natasha didn't even come home, and couldn't be bothered to tell you until the morning and leave you on edge and restless all night. And the nights she did, weren't any better. She would join you for dinner with the kids, and entertain them with a softness no one else ever saw. A softness she used to use with you. When she would decide she had enough of her dinner, she'd take the kids to their bedroom and tuck them in. After she'd come and join in once you had washed the dishes, and act like everything was how it was before.

The spark wasn't completely gone, and she took advantage of that. She took advantage of the hold she had over you, and wrapped you around her finger. That was how it always went. Natasha's absence turned you into a new person. Sure, you were still the same person, but were you really? Her harshness changed your appearance over the years, and soon you become unrecognisable. All your friends warned you about Natasha and you ignored them, but now all you wished for was to go back and listen. It isn't like Natasha doesn't love you, she just doesn't how the best ways of showing it, that's all.

So When Natasha started to come home later than usual, your suspicions grew, but you know she loves you, and that's all that matters."I'm gonna be home late again, baby." Natasha confessed one night when you were finishing your dinner after the kids went up. Natasha didn't know how to put it, so she was just straight up. She knew her words would affect you for the worse whichever way she put it, so she didn't stall any longer.

"What? Why?" You knew to expect this. All you wanted to know was why. Surely work couldn't be so important that she had to say overtime almost every single day? But even if something was different, you'd never be able to tell through Natasha's poker face. You were sure Natasha could lie with anything and get away with it. In fact, most of what she'd promised you were probably all lies, but you'd never be able to tell with her. "Carols asked me to stay late again.. something about unfinished paperwork. You know how busy the company gets sometimes. I'm sorry, baby."

You nodded. Her excuses were always something you couldn't say no to, but they were always painfully obvious that it wasn't the full truth: but even if you questioned her on it, she would become fully defensive and shut you out, accuse you of not believing her. "You don't believe your own wife?" She always had a way of making you feel guilty, it was almost like she was made to manipulate you. Maybe she was. Maybe she enjoyed the way you cried yourself to sleep over her, or how your revelled in the pain her harsh words gave you. Maybe it made her feel powerful. Even though Natasha had a way with her words, she would never lay a hand on you. She promised to the grave.

"Oh. Okay." You continued to poke at your food, and Natasha noticed your discomfort. "I'm sorry, babygirl. I know you hate when i have to work late. But you need to understand, without this i wouldn't be able to buy you all the luxuries i know you love." This was what Natasha always did. Guilt-trip you into believing her and bathing in the comfort she gave you. After that night, you knew Natasha was lying about her work. It was painfully obvious, but it wasn't like you would ever act up on it.

The thought of upsetting Natasha was a hard one you hated to think about, for two reasons: firstly, what Natasha would do. The woman didn't take accusations about her lightly, and would do anything and everything to clear her name. And by anything, literally everything. Secondly, you could never dream of leaving Natasha. She provided you with everything a girl could ever need: a lovely home, children, money, all the luxuries and the world, love and comfort.

Natasha could be sweet when she wanted to be, but only to you and the kids. No-one would ever believe you if you told them about the complete different woman Natasha became with her children. They loved her to the moon and back, and more. And that was what hurt. She was their role model, because they only saw one side of her. The confident, strong loving mother, completely different to the one the rest of the world saw. Oh well. They would find out when they were old enough, if she was still even present then.

Again, another night came where you were alone with just the bottle of expensive champagne stored in the back of the cupboard, waiting for Natasha to return. But what you didn't know, was that this would possibly be the worst night of your life so far. But without Natasha by your side and your side only, you didn't know any better. She was the only comfort you had, and the only calloused hand you could hold onto. You had stayed up all night, the alcohol taking effect on you as you cried for your wife.

So when you finally heard her keys jingle in the door, you were happy. Happy that your wife could give you the comfort only she could. But when you heard giggles from a woman you had never met in person but who's voice you knew, you immediately froze. Natasha hushed the woman as she quietly closed the door behind them, and it wasn't long before the woman's hands were around Natasha's neck loosely, pulling her in for a seemingly passionate kiss, which meant absolutely nothing to the red-head. But would you know in your distressed state? Of course not. So there you stood, watching silently from further down the hallway with a straight face as Natasha slipped her tongue into the other woman's mouth.

The woman moaned loudly, and Natasha immediately cursed her out. The former spy followed her instincts and quickly eyed the hallway, freezing when her eyes met your own teary ones. "Baby.." Natasha turned to you, the other woman quickly reciprocating her actions. Natasha's first instinct was to kick the woman out, and that was what she did. With the woman gone, there was nothing else to say. Natasha ran over to you, cradling your small body in her muscular arms that could crush you without a second thought.

"Don't.. don't touch me." You managed to try and whisper out, and get yourself of her embrace. Luckily for you, her grip was surprising loose and it was easier then you expected. You weren't in a mood to fight with her today after what you'd just seen, but you knew you had to. Everything was clear to you now. It was so obvious before, how could you not see through Natasha's act.  Before, love clouded your senses for the woman, and now, it was all worse."I thought you loved me."

Natasha gave you a look that made you feel almost stupid and like a child, like it was the most obvious thing in the whole world. Natasha almost felt pity for you. After all these years of marriage, you never thought she could betray you like this. In reality, Natasha could not care less about this, you would always and forever be hers because she was in control. And she will destroy anything in her path for it to stay that way. It's almost funny, really. If anyone were to disrespect or upset you, Natasha would do anything to make the person who hurt you's life a living hell, literally. She could do to the end of the world to protect you, to keep you safe in her grasp.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe she isn't as safe as you initially thought. Natasha's a hypocrite. All these promises to protect you, when she's the one causing you the most harm. If someone were to bring her up on this, they wouldn't live to see another day. You were Natasha's baby, and she would fight until the end to keep you as hers. To make sure you could never escape.

"Don't be stupid, of course i do, baby. She means absolutely nothing to me. You and i till' the end, doll." Natasha's statement angered you, the way she thought that would make every thing she's done to you better. Her tone of voice made you shiver, but the look ok her face of hoax comfort put you in distress.  You were to far gone to think anymore, and Natasha revelled in that.

This was her plan from the start. To pull you so far, just to grab you back so you were good for nothing but her and only her. So from all the pain you received, all you wanted was comfort, and you would welcome her back into your heart with open arms, and you would become one perfect family again. As Natasha had planned, all the distress she caused you out you in a bad mindset, but she never thought it would cause you to lash out. "You make me feel so fucking stupid! Like I'm actually crazy or something!" You ran your hands through your hair, panicking as your breathing rate on died and trashed. Loud sobs escaped your lips as you shook and cried further. Sure, you might've upset her with your words, but you didn't actually realise the extent. 

A loud crack invaded the quiet hall, and you didn't feel the harsh sting on your numb cheek until Natasha pulled back. She had slapped you. Hard. Your eyes caught sight of her bloody palms, and the dog in your brain cleared out like a pathway. The pain quickly became more evident as your cheek throbbed and you fell to your knees. Your sobs grew louder as you folded up on the floor, hiding your head between your legs, forgetting about the young children residing upstairs. Your body shook and your limbs ached, but you couldn't think  about that.

You couldn't think about anything except Natasha's calloused hands. Red with blood. Your blood. It took a moment to register in your brain Natasha's actions, and what she had promised not to do when your marriage was still pure. Natasha truly didn't mean for it to happen, the anger and rage she felt just got to her head and she couldn't control herself. She crouched down on the wooden floor to join you, gently moving your hands out of your face to stroke your cheek with her deadly ones. She smiled softly in faux concern which you believed in your state of mind. More tears escaped onto your mascara stained cheeks, and all the red-head could do was shush you to be quiet. It didn't work.

Natasha froze when she heard the thuds of small feet making their way down the stairs. She quickly rose to go check on her daughters, cursing you for being so loud. Natasha was already waiting at the bottom step when your youngest daughter appeared. She rubbed her eyes, smiling gleefully when she saw Natasha.

"Mama!" Natasha immediately picked the little girl up, placing a small kiss on her face as she giggled. She rocked the young girl in her arms, sighing as she heard you go completely silently, hugging her daughter closer. "I'm sorry, baby. Did we wake you?"

The little girl nodded, and Natasha frowned. This wasn't a part of her plan. She didn't know how your little family would recover from here, but she knew it would. Well, it was her choice, you had no say in it. Really, all she wanted was the best for your little girls, and she knew she was the only one who could give them that. The stress of being a single parent would be too much for you, and she would never dare to leave you. Everything would be perfect in her mind. She would have you safe, just how she wanted you.

"Is mommy okay?" The little girl babbled, and Natasha smiled. "Mommy will be okay, baby. She's just a little upset right now," she continued to rock the young girl in her arms, humming a familiar lullaby to her daughter which made her smile a toothy grin. "Right, it's time you get back to bed, isn't it little love? Want me to tuck you in?"  The girl babbled in Natasha's arms, and the former spy held her closer. "Good girl, Cmon let's get you back to bed."

Once Natasha had her daughter back in bed and safe, she could refocus her attention back on you. She quietly made her way back down the stairs, unsurprised to see you still in the exact same position from where she left you. She crouched back down, seeing the dried tear stains on your link cheeks nearly made her cold heart break. Natasha used little effort to pick you up and rest you in her arms bridal style, carrying you up to your shared bedroom. She closed the door gently behind you, letting go when she heard the soft click of the lock. She rested you on the bed and you complied, too far gone to fight back.

No words had been said since she took you up to bed, but she wasn't complaining. She didn't need any added stress. Natasha left you on the bed to go brush her teeth, and when she looked up in the mirror, a sadist grin was resting on her face. It wasn't that she was happy that she hurt you, it was just that she finally had you where she wanted you. And now she could give you what you wanted to her full potential, you just had to let her in.

[dnvrsmedia]

Jock Carol taking her anger out in you after she loses a game. Making you wear her varsity jacket while she makes you cry from ducking you so hard.

but her aftercare would be the best. Imagine being held in her beefy arms and her calloused hands around your body (groping your tits because she just can’t help herself)

-🫡

YOU NEVER MISS NONNIE!!!!

BUT ANYWAY!!

after she loses her game you can basically feel her eyes bore into you. this game, something just didn’t click. you can tell she’s furious due to her not being able to save the game winning goal.

going back to your apartment was quiet but the rest of the night was not.

carol pushes you to your breaking point over and over until she lets you come. yet you didn’t care. as long as you could help her in expressing how she felt instead of bottling it up was all that mattered to you.

aftercare w jock!carol is alllways so sweet though. she cleans you up so delicately and brings you food she made before. sometimes when you’re particularly fucked out, she feeds you. carol loves kissing your cheek and telling you how beautiful and amazing you are. after you finish eating, she wraps you up in her strong arms as you drift to sleep. the safest place in the world is between her arms <333

okay but carol definitely is obsessed w boobs! no matter how big or small she loves holding them etc.

[captains-simp]

146 with jock carol I would actually lose my mind

Jock!Carol chronicles are back

Warnings: masturbation, fingering and strap on use

[ masterlist ]

Buy me a coffee? ☕️

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Being room mates with Carol came with a few pros and cons.

Pros: she was a surprisingly organised person so there was rarely any mess cluttering up the dorm, she never invaded your space and you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't admit she was easy on the eyes.

Cons: she brought a fair few girls back to your dorm, sometimes without much of a warning, and she rarely let you study in peace, always telling you about the parties you should be going to with her instead of burying your head in your books.

You'd always brush her off, telling her that was easy for her to say when all she needed was to be scouted by the right person for her career to be set in stone, but she would just repeat the same thing the next day. Besides, the long hours that Carol spent at those parties were the only time you got some time to yourself and you planned to continue to savour them.

Thinking you would be alone for the rest of the night, you settled comfortably under your covers and pulled up some of your favourite videos, allowing yourself to relax and focus on the scenes unfolding infront of you as your hand wandered down your bare skin to the space between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered and breathing heavied when your fingers brushed against your clit. You pressed harder and started to let the video fuel your own fantasies, imagining the fingers touching you belonged to a certain blonde. You tried to push her from your thoughts at first until the image of the smug grin gazing down at you drew a quiet whimper. You closed your eyes and invisioned how her hair would fall down infront of her face as her lust glazed eyes fell to your lips as her fingers finally...

Carol's empty beer bottle thudding to the ground broke you from your thoughts and your eyes snapped open to meet hers immediately. You scrambled to sit up but held your duvet close to your chest to keep the blonde from seeing any more than she already had.

"I thought you were at the party." You said, wide eyed as Carol stared back with her mouth slightly agape. You weren't sure you had ever seen her speechless before.

"I was. Cops crashed it though." She said quietly and suddenly averted her gaze in what you thought was a pretty delayed reaction.

“Were you just masturbating?” She asked up front though a small smile started to appear as she looked back at you.

"Were you watching?" You fired back with a burst of confidence.

“U-uh, no. I was just..." Carol started but when she noticed you didn't look furious at the intrusion she took a step towards your bed as her head played with all the possibilities that her next comment could bring. "Want some help?”

You stared back at Carol blankly for a second before exhaling slowly and lowering your duvet as you did. You watched for any signs of the blonde having a sudden change of heart but judging by the way her eyes darkened as they travelled down your exposed chest, you figured she was more than interested.

With two long strides, Carol was at your bed and cupping your cheeks in her hands as she leant down to kiss you. You pulled her onto your bed by the waist and eagerly allowed her to take what she wanted and push you flat back down onto the mattress.

You brought your hands up to Carol's neck and tangled your fingers amongst her locks, letting them thread themselves in the blonde waves you had been craving to feel for quite some time. Carol exhaled sharply when you gave a testing tug and pushed her hips roughly against yours, alerting you to the bulge concealed between her legs. You whimpered softly at the sensation of the Captain's piece pushing against you and spread your legs in hope of more direct friction.

"Looks like you've done most of the work for me." Carol mused, her lips hovering above yours as she held your thighs open and allowed her thumb to wander painfully close to your pussy. "You're so fucking needy and I've barely touched you." She chuckled.

You huffed and refrained from rolling your eyes, instead pulling at the belt of Carol's pants to reach her zipper until the blonde took ahold of your hands and pinned them either side of your head. "You've done enough work, princess. Let me take care of the rest." You nodded silently as Carol methodically pulled her strap free from its confines when her pants where discarded.

"You want my cock, pretty girl?" Carol asked as she gripped the strap and stroked the head through your wet folds.

"Yes, Carol. Please, I need it." You pleaded shamelessly, gaining a deep chuckle from the woman above you.

"If you need it who am I to deny such a sweet thing." The blonde quipped as she eased the head of the strap into your pussy and grunted at the slight resistance she was met with. "Fuck, y/n, you're so tight." She groaned as she watched lustfully as your cunt stretched to take her piece.

You soon found yourself lost in the intense pleasure of being filled up at every angle the more Carol eased herself into you until her harness was pressed firmly against your stomach. The blonde smiled down at you assuringly as you took several moments to catch your breath. “I want more.” You said, wrapping your legs around Carols waist and gripping the sheets beneath you.

The Captain slowly withdrew the strap before snapping her hips forwards and quickly thrusting the toy back into you again, gaining a breathy moan from you both. In a sudden need to be even closer to her, you gripped onto Carol’s back and brought her as close to you as possible, making her thrusts shorter but far harder.

The needy moans this brought from you was all Carol needed to start fucking you with everything she had, slamming the toy at a merciless pace you knew you would be feeling the next day. “I wanna cum.” You managed to say breathlessly as the toy began hitting spots you could hardly reach yourself.

"Yeah, princess? You wanna make a mess on my cock?" Carol smirked as she planted soft kisses along your neck that contrasted greatly to the way she was abusing your pussy.

"So bad." You cried out as your hips started to buck up into her.

"Then what are you waiting for, doll? Cum for me." Barely a second passed until your whole body tensed up and shook violently as the intense waves of your orgasm washed over you. Carol continued to thrust the toy into your pussy to allow you to enjoy every last moment of your bliss, gazing down at you in awe as she did so.

"Beautiful." She muttered, though you didn't hear it in your hazy state. She kissed your forehead soothingly then planted a soft kiss to your lips, making you smile before she spoke again. "How else have you imagined me fucking you?"

[momotonescreaming]

lowkey obsessed with the domestic college stommy au that lives in my head

[kennahjune]

Idea Idea Idea Idea—

I really wanna write a fic where it’s all the jocks of Hawkins High and their fucked up personal lives.

Maybe this is an excuse to write Tommy Steve and Carol being friends, maybe it’s an excuse to write Steve stepping in and telling Jason off for being a shitty bf to Chrissy, maybe it’s an excuse to write about a really sweet Steve and Chrissy friendship. You’ll never know.

(It’s actually all of the above + being able to add my own favorite hc ever!!)

I have a really really favorite headcannon where the whole “King Steve” thing started as a joke when Tommy got really drunk but it kind of stuck around at school. After a while Steve starts to actually hate it and Tommy, feeling bad cause he started it, tries to take the pressure off a bit by calling Steve “Princey”. But that sticks throughout the friend group and Steve loves it sm more than King Steve.

But basically I want to go into unusual depth with the jocks. Give them oddly fucked up backstories just for my (and your) amusement and entertainment cause that’s what writers do right??

Like Tommy’s birth dad being in jail for drug abuse and his step-dad being a lazy drag like Ted Wheeler but so vocally abusive it’s a fucking wonder the neighbors haven’t called the cops.

Or like Carol’s mom dying in a car crash when she’s 7 and her getting a new step-mom but her step-mom being a literal witch and turning Carol’s life into an upside-down Cinderella story.

Or looking more into Chrissy’s bulimia and her relationship with her mom and maybe doing something with her dad not being in the picture whatsoever.

And ofc the infamous “big house no parents” Steve Harrington but with more drama and angst.

Then throw them all into a friend group together and viola!

I think it’d be really neat and I love writing wholesome jocks idk why.

And also I love the idea of them all just getting each other in ways others can’t.

I want to write about how the Party doesn’t get something with Steve’s parents and don’t understand and don’t really try to understand cause he has to be exaggerating right? And Steve runs into Tommy and Carol later on during this mess and they all sympathize because yeah they get not being able to tell your parents no and having to be shown around like a decoration rather than an actual human being.

I love the idea of them getting each other in ways no one else does and it opens up for sm Steddie angst at the same time because of the Munson Doctrine and how that probably would reflect on Steve and his high school career and how wrong Eddie it about all of them.

It’s something I really wanna play around with.

[kneworder]

i love reading enough fanfiction that there's tropes i start to enjoy. not in a like 'enemies to lovers' way or whatever i mean like there are so many fics where in a very very background unimportant way almost EVERYONE at hawkins high is SO attracted to steve and SO mad about it i think it's SO funny every single time.

[looney-just-like-her-tunes]

Top Gun characters as dog breeds:

Maverick: border collie

Iceman: siberian husky

Goose: english setter (or greyhound)

Slider: doberman

Wolfman: irish wolfhound (ya'll saw this coming)

Hollywood: golden retriever

Viper: miniature schnauzer (or scottish terrier coz you know ✨mustache✨)

Jester: weimaraner

Charlie: cocker spaniel

Carole: australian shepherd

[pollyna]

The meta that could come out from Goose and the cross around his neck is something to be write on.

[forsty]

here are my thoughts: 

Rooster, Phoenix and Bob (maybe Payback and Fanboy too?) are in a metal band together (music genre may change... but as long as it stays within rock/metal)

Rooster: Guitar (lead), singer, piano, drums, 

Phoenix: Singer (lead), bass(lead), violin

Bob: Drummer (lead), singer, harmonica

Payback: Guitar, singer, bass

Fanboy: Bass, piano, 

Hangman is a sports jock, but closeted metalhead (probably Coyote too)

Additional: Goose, Mav and Carole were in a little band together. Goose dies in an accident, Carole stops doing music professionally, Mav joins band with Ice and Slider and others from the 86 crew? 

[craigfernandez]

[jukeboxjackal]

Study Buddy pt. 3

Jock! Carol Danvers x fem reader

Warnings: cursing?

Description: more feelings arise after all seven days of studying are up

A/n: sorry for the long wait! I’ve just been busy as of lately and I lost some motivation. This will be the LAST part of this series. It was great writing this!

The rest of you and Carols studying days went on okay. However, what you didn’t expect was to start actually liking her.

You see, the second day you both actually had a decent conversation. And then the third day went on and that was when you both kept laughing so much you both couldn’t breathe. And the fourth day was when she opened up about herself, and you did too. And by the time the fifth day came, you didn’t want to leave. And when the sixth day came across, you started forgetting about your ex and starting thinking about a life with Carol. And then finally, the seventh day came. That’s when you two kissed. Fuck. That’s when you insisted on going back home by yourself, sure it took 26 minutes but whatever.

‘Dammit, dammit, dammit!’ Those words kept repeating in your head as you ran home. That’s where we are right now. Currently, it is 1:38 pm on a Sunday and you are on your doorstep. Shakily taking out your key, you ran up to your room without even bothering to close your door. ‘Fuckk!’ You yelled into your pillow. Thankfully, your parents wouldn’t be home till an hour or so.

You didn’t mean for this to happen. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳. Her as in Carol Fucking Danvers.

Finally calming down, you shut your door and hopped in bed in silence. Well almost silence. Since Carol kept blowing up your phone.

#1 Study Buddy

Hey u ok?

Did I do something?

Please answer

Y/N please

Hey

Call me? I want to know what I did wrong

:(

You let out a giggle/ snort combination as you saw the name she insisted on for her contact. But then you read the messages. Over and over. Finally putting on your big girl pants, you called her. She answered on the first ring. “Hey (Y/N) what did I do? Are you okay? I’m sorry?-“

You cut her off. “No, Carol, it’s me. Fuck, I- I didn’t mean for this to happen” you knew she was listening intently as you continued. “I don’t know why, but this feels so wrong yet so so right at the same time. I just, I just don’t know.”

“(Y/N) you know what else feels so wrong but so right? Me saying this. I love you. I’ve liked you since forever. I just wanted you to pay attention to me and see me for who I am, not just that one asshole jock.” You laughed at that, but then you took in what she said. “You serious?” You said. “The most I have been in my entire life.” she replied. “Come pick me up” was all you said, before hanging up.

And sure enough, in around 7 minutes, she was there. You could barely open the door before she tackled you into a hug. “Please, make this last forever.” You hugged her back in silence. Until she broke it saying “Will you be my girlfriend?” To which you replied with a kiss and an “I’ve been waiting.”

———

The next day came and you and your new girlfriend came into class hand in hand about 10 minutes early. “So I see my plan worked.” Mrs. Griffin said. “I am pleasantly surprised.” You and Carol smiled, because her plan did work. Now you both got along better than ever. “We’re ready for the test” Carol said confidently. “Oh yeah, that test is next week. I only said that it was today because I was tired of how you both acted towards each other.” And with a grin, she walked walked away.

“I-“ you said as Carol laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” “And plus, we can spend the rest of this week getting to know each other better” Carol said with a smirk. “Like what?” You said suspiciously. “Movies tonight?”

“Of course.”

[diamanties]

sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart won’t tell no other

SUMMARY - wandas guilt after westview became too much and she decided to let agatha go before disappearing.

AUTHORS NOTE - a short lil unproofread fic that completely FLOPPED on my other blog

Agatha was confused, truthfully. After comforting Wanda through breaking the hex, the Scarlet Witch seemed to just forget about all of her plans to protect the world from Agatha's dark magic which held a firm grip on the dark hold. Others would believe that Wanda was maybe just feeling 'forgiving', but Agatha knew the truth. The full truth. Before Westview, Wanda had nothing. No one to go home to, no one to love, no vision. Everyone seemed to be scared of her, her magic, and she felt like she wouldn't have any more chances in the real world. So maybe, the best idea would be to create her own. No one would know her there. No one would be afraid of her. That was her only wish.

Agatha knew Wanda only felt guilty. Guilty about everything she had put Agnes, Agatha through, and others held captive. To be truthful, she felt fucking horrible. She never thought about any of the family members she stole away, and in the moment, she truly never cared. Wanda never found herself imaging  if Agatha had a true family waiting for her. Until she became the Scarlet Witch. 'Agnes' showing her true colours seemed to click a switch. Agnes was never real. No one was ever real. And Agatha had a family.

So when Wanda decided to let Agatha leave without punishment, she was confused to say the least. At first, Agatha had no idea where to go, and what to do with her life. She had been living a lie for months, how easy would it be to go back to normal? Agathas first instinct was immediately to visit you. She missed you dearly, and she was sure you'd understand about her disappearance. Maybe you'd even be to scared to care. That was what Agatha wanted.

That was where Agatha found herself now. Stalking around outside your apartment like a total fucking weirdo. She wasn't sure if she should knock and scare the shit out of you, or just wait outside on your porch until one of your neighbours would be alarmed, and report to you about a woman burning holes into your door with her dark glares aimed at anyone walking past who glanced at her for longer than a second. She decided the first option would be better for everyone. Especially her, she wasn't planning to get into shit with you about her murdering your annoying neighbours.

Though still, she couldn't help but contemplate if this was the best idea. Sure, if you had moved on, she could just erase your memory of this said person and dispose of the body quickly. Easy enough, right? Deep inside, Agatha knew there was a very low chance of that happening. You could never move on from here. Agatha had shaped your way of living into her perfect life, making you into her perfect little housewife for her to control fully and love. Agatha knew that would never change. And if it did? She would just bring in the reinforcements.

Agatha knocked, once, twice. To be met with complete and utter silence. She knocked once again, to be met with the sound of your voice, a muffled "coming!" To be heard from the top of the stairs, each step making a loud impact. Agatha rolled her eyes, her patience dissipating. If she was honest, Agatha had contemplated bringing you to Westview with her magic, until she was put back on track. This wasn't about you. Or Agatha. This was all about Wanda. And she just had to deal with that.

When you finally opened the door, Agatha was truly shocked. You looked disheveled, hair un-brushed and hair enamoured with dark eye bags. You were truly a mess, and Agatha revelled in that. Your eyes widened, and Agatha almost felt bad for all that she had put you through. The fear you felt when Agatha left, the fear that you felt when you realised you were all alone, no Aggie left to look after you. By one glance at you, Agatha knew she didn't have to explain why she had left. She knew that you wouldn't care in an hour, your Aggie was back and that was all you cared about.

"Hey, hon." Were the first words spoke. By Agatha of course, she always had the upper hand. You knew not to test her about that, even after months. She leaned on the doorframe carefully, careful to not break anything, but also careful to not scare you off to early. She gave a warm smile, one she tended to give when you were scared or uncomfortable, to show she'll always be there to protect you. "Aggie?" Was all you could get out, broken and disheartened.

Agatha could hear the shock in your voice clearly, and all she wanted to do in that moment was erase your memories of the past few months. But no, she had to stop herself. She needed you sweet and vulnerable for her, just how she wanted you. "Can i come in?" Agatha murmured and all you could do is nod, still partly in shock. Agatha grinned. "Thank you, baby."

She closed the door behind her gently, taking in all of your apartment. Nothing had changed. Not one bit. Her coat was still hanging, untouched, on the rack, her shoes still messy and unorganised by the doo, her favourite candle still sitting pretty on the windowsill, still unburnt. Agatha knew these last few months couldn't have been easy on you. You're sweet, sweeter than candy, never doing anything to upset or offend anything, dangerously thoughtful.

That's what Agatha loves about you. She loves how you would sacrifice your happiness for her, doing anything she asks without thinking of the consequences. "You miss me, baby? Of course you did." Agatha got herself comfortable on your couch, signalling for you to sit on her lip with not so subtle taps on thigh. You complied, situating yourself on her lap and wrapping your arms around her neck loosely, hiding your face in her neck. "Mm, missed you so much, Aggie." Agatha kissed your neck lightly, tightening her grip on waist before grinning darkly to herself. She finally had you back, and she wasn't planning to ever let you go again, not on her watch.

[dnvrsmedia]

My head is filled with jock Carol thoughts 👀

stop bc jock carol is my type

the thought abt her wearing her hat backwards with a shirt that keeps her biceps on display & her strong and calloused hands just 😵‍💫😵‍💫

in my hc ( & bc i love soccer) carol is definitely a big strong & stoic goalie!

on rough days, carol asks you to help her with her keeper drills!

afterwards you two cuddle (you’re the big spoon in this instance, carol just needs that extra support when she’s feeling like a bad player)

jock!carol making u wear her varsity jacket to let others know that your hers >>>

going to all of her games is a must but you can’t complain if you don’t like sports bc she looks so hot doing what she loves.

the steamy after winning her game sex >>>>>

I MEAN SHE HAS TO BLOW OFF ALL THAT ADRENALINE SOME HOW!!

jock!carol has a soft spot for you though

despite what people think, she’s really just a nerd underneath all that muscle.

she loves building legos with you!!

she’s also a HEAVY romantic

special dates to make up for her not always being able to be with you due to practice & games

jock!carol is just the perfect partner

i need her so bad it’s not funny !!!

[crescent-witch]

Jock Carol making you wear her varsity jacket while she pounds into you 👀

This but also consider Jock Carol fucking you after a practice when she’s still in her sports jersey and has her strap poking out of her her shorts.

[wixterirox]

Are they supposed to think that I’d believe that Carol and Tommy would hang out with Jason and the other jocks?