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Falling In Love (and Other Clichés)

(A/N) sooo sorry for the lateness! i’m off tomorrow well today technically so i decided to be up until goblin hours!! and i locked my sims in their apartment so they’d fall in love!! anyway, here’s a carol piece i really like! it’s actually partly what made me write another carol piece that was inspired by someone else’s carol danvers ceo au but except that’s all smut so i decided to test the waters with this! it’s got v light smexcy content bc when i post my smut i’d like to just,,, shatter ur perception of me

Rating: M (Mild-ish adult themes)

Warnings: Light smut (kinda?); Suggestive Content for sure; just hella fluff and pining; lots of overdone tropes; my obsession w the name amelia bc i love it; mentions of homophobia but i don’t like,,, dig into it really bc i like to think r was too distracted by carol to notice uwu; Tony Stark is the best wingman au; i like the idea of an ice-based superhero accidentally attracting various arctic creatures; oh also there’s devil’s lettuce in here and drinking do drugs responsibly kids

Pairing: Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel x F!Reader

Word Count: 9,701

Synopsis: You need a date to your ex’s wedding (to your cousin); Carol volunteers, and a whole lot of feelings bubble to the surface.

this gif got me pregnant

Tony is, naturally, the first to notice your sour mood. Being one of the few other ‘geniuses’ of the Avengers meant you spent enough time together for the older man to pick up on drastic changes in your behavior. You’re quiet, snappy, distant. After two solid days of it, he decides to ask Danvers to take care of it - not because she’s a woman! No, because he knows the two of you are a lot closer than either of you let on.

And yes, she’s definitely noticed your mood, too. Part of what made your friendship so easy was the fact that you both had a similar upbeat sort of attitude - your cockiness, at least, outmatched each others’ and it was rare that she couldn’t get a smile out of you when she cracked a joke or two.

So, of course, yes, she notices something is off.

You’re quiet. A bit distant. Broody. You were rarely ever so broody. Giving Natasha a run for her money, in Carol’s opinion.

And, admittedly, Carol is not the best at being patient. It takes maybe three days before your weirdness finally gets to her.

You’re in the gym when she’s able to corner you. Unsurprisingly, you’re glowing with the familiar silvery blue of your ice-based powers. The entire room is freezing - literally. Besides the spikes of ice you’ve jammed into the targets on the walls, there’s frost creeping up the corners, nearly at the ceiling. Your breath is leaving you in ghostly puffs, your body sweating with exertion as you throw another wave of spikes at a poor training dummy that’s already lacking a head.

(Steve and Fury are gonna lose their minds over that one.)

You don’t even notice her when she walks in; not until she clears her throat, causing you to jump so hard that the ground around you freezes over. Luckily, you never seem to lose your footing on the slippery surface, so you don’t manage to embarrass yourself any further when you turn on your heels to face her.

The blonde has her arms crossed, an eyebrow raised as she examines your face. You look tired, more than anything. Deep, purple bags under your eyes.

“So, you wanna fess up to what’s bothering you or do you want to destroy more gym equipment?” She asks, and you let out a quiet huff in amusement.

“Puh-lease, Danvers, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy the show.” You scoff, moving to grab your water bottle only to discover the water inside had frozen over. Defeated, you set it aside with a sigh. “But, um, yeah, I guess something is bothering me.” You plop down on the bench of one of the various benches around the room, wincing at the bit of snow that’s gathered on top of it.

Carol joins you easily, though she’s much closer than you’re normally comfortable with. Carol always gets in your personal space when she’s trying to pry information out of you. It’s disturbingly effective, every goddamn time - and she knows it.

“I don’t know if you remember Maya,” you clear your throat awkwardly, blushing just a little.

“The girl you dated when I came back to Earth?”

“Yeah, her. Well- she’s, um, getting married.”

“I thought you said you didn’t regret the breakup because it was toxic?”

“No, totally, I absolutely stand by that. It’s just- she’s, uh, getting married to my cousin. So, naturally, I kind of have to go.” You wince, looking down at your hands. “And my cousin’s dad is… kind of a homophobic asshole.”

“You don’t seriously have to go, you know. Most of them don’t even like that you have ice powers.”

“Another thing I have no control over, I know.” You sigh, running your fingers through your hair nervously. “But my dad says I have to go.”

Carol snorts. “Still listening to daddy when you’re literally an Avenger?”

You shrug. “He got me through college. I would’ve taken over his business if I wasn’t an Avenger.”

Carol looks thoughtful for a moment. You can almost see the gears turning behind those hazel eyes of hers. God, it’s unfair how hot she is. Literally and figuratively. Her powers balance yours out somewhat, but being this close to her always feels so… warm. Like you’re sitting next to the sun.

Finally, the blonde says, “Okay. I’ll go with you.”

You gape at her in silence for a moment. “I- what?”

“I’ll go to the wedding with you. As your date!”

You feel your cheeks heating up significantly. “Uh- I- Carol-”

“We’ll make her realize how stupid she was to breakup with you, stick it to your cousin that you’re dating the hottest Avenger, and while we’re at it, we can toss in a kiss or two to piss off your homophobic relatives.” She says it with such ease and finality that you can’t help the grin that spreads across your cheeks.

Sure, you’d been dreading the wedding for weeks now, but the thought of having Carol along makes you a lot less apprehensive. She’s your best friend - she’ll make everything way easier on you. Someone you actually want to hang out with.

And, yeah, the thought of kissing her isn’t so bad, either. You definitely won’t deny the fact that you find her attractive. Part of how you often interacted involved flirting - playful or not, you weren’t entirely sure.

“You’d do that for me?” You ask, stupidly, and Carol easily matches your smile.

“Of course I would.”

You pull her into a rare hug - not many can withstand your unnaturally cold body temperature, but hugging Carol always felt like an odd sort of relief. Like you could feel that chill melting away.

“When’s the wedding?” She asks when you pull back with a still blushing face.

“Uh, well- it’s in L.A., and I’m supposed to leave this Friday.”

“Great. Enough time to get Stark to pay for our wardrobe.”

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It wasn’t surprising that, once you explained the situation to Tony, the billionaire was more than willing to help pay for your expenses. Making sure to get you the finest designer dress and Carol her own custom tailor suit for the big day and other designer clothes for the rest of the weekend; he even got you one of his private jets. (You try to ignore his knowing wink and nod when he catches you looking at Carol in a not-quite-friendly way as you load into the jet.)

(You’re beginning to realize this might not have been a smart plan. When Stark looks that smug you know you’re in trouble.)

Still, the ride to L.A. is bearable. Carol looks a little stir crazy, since she’s not the one piloting the plane. She’s been drumming her fingers impatiently against the armrests for the past half hour, an oddly endearing habit.

“I could’ve flown us there in, like, half the time this will take.” She says, tone a little sharp with impatience, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Your powers are cute, Danvers, but I don’t think you’d be able to fly me and all of our luggage across the country.” You pour yourself another glass of the complimentary champagne. Just to soothe your nerves a little.

Tonight is the rehearsal dinner - tomorrow is the day of last-minute planning and, presumably, bachelor and bachelorette parties, and Sunday is the wedding itself. Of course they’d need an entire freaking weekend for their stupid wedding - and of course you’d have to be dragged into the whole mess.

You’re really glad Carol is coming.

“You underestimate me,” Carol bunches up the sleeves of her t-shirt and flexes, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t look just a little, but you have to force your gaze away with a dramatic eye roll before your eyes really wander for the sake of sparing her the satisfaction.

“If the rehearsal dinner goes well, then I’ll let you fly us to the wedding.” You promise, fixing your gaze out the window.

You’ve only ever flown with Carol once during a mission. It was definitely thrilling - your powers really worked well together when you were in proper sync with one another; becoming a deadly whirlwind of fire and ice. You always felt safe in her arms, never once doubted that she wouldn’t let you fall - and if you did, she’d certainly catch you.

(You wonder what your relatives would think if you did fly in with Carol. You doubt her suit would survive the heat of her powers. Maybe a half-naked Carol would be a great way to escape this whole ordeal…)

“Promises, promises,” the blonde sighs dreamily. “So, let’s think our relationship through.”

“What?” You blurt, eyes snapping back to her as heat rushes to your cheeks.

She’s smirking, but hides it with a cough of laughter. “You know. For the wedding? People will ask how we got together - especially since you were with Maya when we met.”

Right. Duh. “Oh! Uh- yeah. Maybe after Maya and I broke up you confessed your undying love for me?”

Carol rolls her eyes and snags the champagne from your hand. Your protest falls on deaf ears while she easily finishes it. “That’s cute. Obviously when you broke up with Maya you realized what you were really missing: me.”

You scoff and just take a swig right from the bottle. “Okay, how about this: we both just started hanging out more and realized that we both had feelings for each other?”

“Fine. You’re right, you’d never have the guts to confess your feelings for me anyway.” Carol teases and you try not to let out the strangled noise that builds in the back of your throat. Your cheeks are flaming, now.

“Our first date was obviously arranged by Tony,” you continue, deciding to ignore the tone in her voice.

“Obviously,” Carol agrees, smiling now. “Something outrageously fancy.”

“Absurdly fancy.” You hum thoughtfully. “But we definitely ditched to go eat some real food at a bar.”

“After snagging the most expensive bottles of champagne.” Carol’s almost eager tone makes you smile, too. Her eyes are shining bright.

“And we took our spoils to the top of the Tower,” you bite your lip. “Where, obviously, you told me that you loved me.”

“And you said it back.” There’s that challenge in her eyes again.

You really are starting to give this plan a second-thought.

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“Please tell me how Stark snagged the Honeymoon Suite?” You moan in delight as you flop backwards onto the ridiculously giant mattress. It’s disgustingly comfortable - you swear your back already feels like it hasn’t been kicking ass in the name of the whole galaxy for months. You might die here, and you’re totally okay with that.

Carol joins you, though you hardly feel it through the mattress. It’s about goddamn time Tony pulled his weight in this mission. Er- awkward family event. Seriously. This is a damn good bed. Even though there’s a mirror right above it, and Carol’s looking right at you through it.

“The man’s a genius,” she answers with a sigh, and you hum in agreement. “By the way, uh, should we lay some ground rules for this?”

“I’m really down for anything,” you shrug. “Kiss me, if you really want to. Hell, touch my ass if you think it’ll help.” You can see the blush creeping along your cheeks in the mirror.

Carol turns her head, so you do, too. “Just so you know,” she warns in such a serious tone you can’t help but listen, “I am an a-mazing kisser.”

You shove her and sit back up, hopping off the bed with a snort. “Put your money where your mouth is, Danvers.”

“Gladly.” Carol stands and grabs the suitcase you were reaching for with inhuman speed. Her eyes flicker down, and you feel something stirring in your stomach. “Just wait, (Y/L/N). I’m gonna rock your world.”

Oh fuck, you think miserably. What have I done to myself?

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“Hey, snowball!” Your father’s hug is warm and welcoming, and you embrace him eagerly. He really is the only person you’d been looking forward to seeing. This side of the family isn’t his own - they’re your mother’s, in fact, as he hadn’t wanted you to be separated from that part of your life. Unfortunately, your mother’s family was a bit… much. Your memories of her are vague, but you know for a fact that she was nothing like them.

“Hey, popsicle!” You use your old nickname for him as you pull back with a wide grin. “How’s POLARIS?”

“We’re scraping by without you, kiddo,” he sighs, squeezing your shoulder. “But you’re off saving the world in other ways, huh?”

You shrug. “Yeah, I guess you could say that! Uh, hey, this is my girlfriend, Carol.” You look over your shoulder and look to the blonde, who looks a little startled when your father pulls her in for a hug.

“You’re Carol Danvers! (Y/N) has told me so much about you!”

“Dad-” you groan, blushing furiously when he pulls back.

“I’m sure my little snowball’s warned you about this side of the family,” he continues, and you bite back a sigh. “But I want you to know, they are nothing like her mother, myself, nor the rest of my own family.”

“Oh, I-I know,” Carol stammers much to your absolute shock. “She’s told me. I’m honored to meet you, sir.” She shakes his hand stiffly, to which your father laughs delightedly.

“I like this one,” he throws a wink your way. “You can call me Cal. I’m gonna head inside, see if your gram is still… kicking it.”

“Gram is an immortal beast.” You mutter, though he doesn’t scold you as he turns to head inside of the massive building.

A mansion. Your cousin had rented a mansion.

Sooo classy.

“You ready, snowball?” Carol teases, looping an arm through yours.

“You’re the one who called my dad ‘sir’. The guy’s literally a nerd.” You huff, and Carol laughs.

“You two are cute. I can see where you get your dorkiness from.”

“Keep it up and I’ll turn you into a snowball.” You warn. Carol just chuckles again as you begin your way up the ridiculous stone staircase to the entrance of the mansion.

The inside is glamorous, of course. No expenses spared, apparently, for the ‘Golden Boy’ of the family. He’s the eldest of your three cousins, and he’s also the absolute worst. Snobby, typical rich boy who thinks he can get away with anything.

Sure, you can’t exactly judge the whole ‘trust fund’ thing - your father is well-off, and though he wanted you to have a ‘normal’ life, you still grew up with lots of privileges. But your cousin? He really took it to the next level. Like, totaled five of his cars and his parents still keep buying him new ones.

“Is that (Y/N)?” You hear, and you immediately stiffen when your aunt runs up to embrace you tightly. She places a wet kiss to your forehead and you resist the urge to wipe it like a petulant child as she grins at you. “Goodness, it’s been so long! How are you? Is it true you quit your father’s company?”

You inhale slowly before answering, feeling Carol’s fingers intertwine with your own. Her heat, at least, keeps the frost from dancing along the tips of your fingers. “I did, yes. I took up a new job that requires a more… specific skill-set.”

“Your mother and father always talked about you inheriting POLARIS one day!” Your aunt continues, and you try to ignore the judgemental tone to her voice as much as possible. “They knew you were a genius, you know. Just knew it the moment you were born! Of course, I felt the same exact way with Junior-”

“Mom, you’re smothering her.” Another familiar voice chides, and you’re relieved to see the cousin you actually like giving your aunt a stern expression.

“Amelia, sweetheart,” your aunt’s smile becomes taut. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“The whole family was invited,” Amelia shrugs casually, tossing her dark, thick hair over her shoulder. “I couldn’t miss this disaster.”

“Now, young lady, if you’re here to-”

“Mother,” your third and youngest cousin, Connor, approaches with a pained expression. “TJ is, um, distressed in the kitchen.” The poor kid is barely seventeen, real scrawny for his age. He’s always been a bit of a nervous wreck - even moreso than his mother - and that gave his voice a slight quiver no matter the situation. Your aunt straightens herself and quickly follows him down a long corridor, leaving you and Carol alone with Amelia in the wide entryway.

“Well, I can see why family reunions were banned,” Amelia jokes, and you let out a quiet breath of laughter.

“Thanks for the save,” your deathgrip on Carol’s hand tightens ever so slightly. “Amelia, this is my girlfriend, C-”

“Carol Danvers,” your cousin’s grin lights up. “I know. You never shut up about her. I was wondering when you two were finally gonna bone.”

You blush, and Carol lets out a long laugh. “I was starting to worry everyone here sucked,” she doesn’t hide her evident relief.

“Oh, most of us do.” Amelia bemoans. “We’re just the lucky few.”

“Unlucky few,” you correct, and she rolls her eyes.

“So pessimistic sometimes.” She pauses, then her eyes widen. “Wait, I haven’t been around for a while, tell me this Maya chick is-”

“The one I was with last year? Uh, yep.” You force an awkward grin, and Amelia laughs long and lard.

“That’s insane. What the hell? I mean, I’m not surprised. All you two ever fought about was Car-”

“Okay, well, I wanna snag us a good seat as far away from TJ as possible,” you cut her off abruptly. “See you after the dinner? Maybe we can all get drunk and catch up!” You don’t wait for her response, instead dragging Carol along behind you through the stupidly long and confusing hallways until you eventually give up in trying to find the dining room.

“Slow down,” Carol stops and as annoying as it is she is stronger than you, so you come to an abrupt halt. “What was that back there?”

“What do you mean?” You ask, feigning ignorance as Carol tries hard to catch your gaze.

“Did you and Maya fight about me?” She presses, one of her hands moving to grip the side of your jaw and forcing you to meet her eyes.

“I-I mean, well- okay, honestly?” You breathe out a shaky breath. “A little. A lot. I mean- when you came around and we started hanging out, she just- she thought-”

Realization crosses Carol’s features, and then amusement quickly replaces it, her grip on your jaw softening immensely. “That’s… kind of perfect. We might actually ruin this whole wedding.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “You’re not, like, mad? Or weirded out?”

Carol smirks cockily. “It’s weirdly flattering that I was a subject of conversation during some arguments.”

“For the record, she was always kind of jealous. Didn’t let me go on missions with Natasha for, like, two months.”

“You sure you saw her?” A voice from further down the hall catches your attention. “Don’t know why he wanted to invite her. This is so awkward. You should’ve seen her face when I dumped her.”

Carol’s eyes meet yours again, and in an instant you both seem to come to the same conclusion.

Her body presses yours against a marble column as her lips cover your own in a hungry kiss. The hand still holding your jaw moves to the back of your neck, fingers digging softly into the skin there as a tongue presses into your mouth. Her other hand had somehow slipped out from your own and now grips your waist possessively.

Your hands fly to her stomach, the tight muscles there barely concealed by the simple dress shirt she decided to wear to the rehearsal dinner. Fucking Christ. You’re quickly losing control of the situation when her teeth dig into your bottom lip, pulling a quiet moan from your throat. A startled gasp registers, distantly, through the fog that has quickly taken over your mind.

You look over Carol’s shoulder, still panting, to find Maya staring awkwardly at you with someone you don’t recognize at her side. No, you think to yourself, you do know her. Rebecca, you think her name was. You don’t recall ever enjoying an interaction with her, even when you and Maya were together.

“Real classy, ice brain,” Rebecca sneers, and Maya quickly recovers herself enough to plaster a fake smile on her lips.

Carol pulls back from you just enough to set you down on the floor. (You hadn’t even noticed that she’d been holding you in the air. Holy shit.)

“Nice to see you again, (Y/N).” Maya says stiffly, dressed in a ridiculous gown that seems a little much for a rehearsal dinner. “And, of course, Carol.” The ice in her voice could rival your own powers.

“Right, you too,” Carol keeps an arm firmly around your waist, pulling you a little more firmly against her.

“Heard you were still traipsing around throwing icicles everywhere,” Rebecca crosses her arms.

“And I heard you were still an intern at your mommy’s company,” you counter and she scowls.

“At least I stayed with my family. You practically turned your back on yours.”

“Let’s not do this right now,” Maya cuts in sharply. “Come on, Becks, let’s go.” She turns around, and Rebecca gives you a final glare before following behind Maya right back down the way they had come from.

You don’t watch them for long. Your mind is quickly spiraling back to the intoxicating sensation of Carol’s lips on yours. Okay, yeah, this whole idea was terrible and it’s all going south so quickly and-

“Hey, you okay?” Carol’s fingers slot between your own, and you breathe out a quiet sigh.

“Yeah. Just- recovering.”

“From seeing her?”

“Nope.”

You can almost feel the damn smirk taking over her features.

“Told you I was an amazing kisser,” she snickers.

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Unfortunately, the question couldn’t be avoided for much longer: You’re an Avenger now? And, naturally, everyone is talking about it. You don’t doubt TJ invited you because of your ‘fame’ status, but you don’t think he really thought it through. You were, after all, a lot more well-known than he was, and so it wasn’t long before the wedding was nearly forgotten.

As drinks were served, it was easy to lose yourself in the usual questions. After a while, you joke to Carol that, sooner or later, your ‘relationship’ will be headline news and she laughs at that.

“You make it sound so bad. Think of how many people we’ll inspire.”

And, of course, that was just as good a reason as any for you to be this close to her for longer. Maya keeps sending you both unreadable expressions, but from what you can gather she’s not happy that you brought Carol. She’d likely expected you to come alone. Ha.

Finally, the evening comes to an end and Amelia comes to save you as promised. She’s got booze, french pastries you cannot pronounce, and ‘not shit music’; you return to the hotel with your spoils of war.

“Honeymoon Suite, huh?” Amelia comments upon entering and making herself comfortable on the loveseat with the awkwardly shaped back and popping open the first bottle of bubbly.

Carol hands her three glasses and grins. “Only the best for my girl.”

My girl. Yikes, that sounds so damn nice coming from her.

Amelia hums. “So, how long after Maya did you and Carol get together?”

“Not long,” you answer a little too quickly. “I mean - kinda long - a respectable amount of time - just- it all happened so fast.”

Amelia grins. “Oh, you guys like got together before you got together?”

“Yeah,” Carol responds, taking a sip of her champagne with a smirk. “She really just couldn’t get enough of me.”

You roll your eyes and scoff. “We were both a little nervous to admit how we felt, is what she means.”

Amelia cackles at that. “Yeah, you mean you were too chickenshit and Carol just got tired of waiting.”

“Thank you!” Carol raises her glass and Amelia happily taps her own against it. “See, baby? Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I hate you both,” you grumble into your own glass, cheeks heating up at the responding laughter.

“Please tell me you have embarrassing stories?” Carol asks, whipping out her damned best puppy expression and you actually let out a groan.

“Don’t you dare, Amelia-”

“Oh, how about the reason her dad calls her snowball?” Amelia promptly ignores your protest.

“Absolutely.”

You groan incoherently in protest, but it falls on deaf ears.

“One time, when we were twelve and her powers first started manifesting, we were out sledding in the fields behind my dad’s old ranch house. (Y/N) thought she was being real slick, even though she could barely even stand on a patch of ice back then. She tried using an ice track to make her sled go faster.” Amelia explains, and you set your glass down on the table to cover your ears dramatically. “She fell off, of course, but she kept rolling down the hill! Snow collected on her tiny body and she became a literal snowball! We had to call her dad to get her out because she and TJ were crying like a couple of babies.”

“You were crying too!” You huff, uncovering your ears to finish off your glass of champagne as Carol chortles with amusement.

“From laughter,” she quips.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“I think it’s cute, babe, really!” Carol’s teasing grin lets you know that she’s definitely going to bring up that nickname a lot.

“She also almost stole some penguins from the zoo, so TJ called her ‘Happy Feet’ for, like, two whole years.” Amelia pours you another glass and you snort.

“I didn’t ‘almost’ steal them. I accidentally lured them out of their pen because of my powers.” You correct and both she and Carol laugh.

“Is that why you refuse to go to the zoo?” Carol asks and you cross your arms defiantly.

“I don’t go to the zoo because it’s an animal prison-”

“Yeah, she was banned from every zoo in New York City. Kind of impressive, in my opinion-”

“Oh my god can you guys please stop talking about me like I’m not here?”

The rest of the night goes just as it started. You’re alarmed by how well Amelia and Carol get along - even more alarmed by how many goddamn embarrassing stories your cousin feels like sharing with your girlfriend.

Well. Fake girlfriend.

You really should not have to remind yourself of that as often as you do.

Eventually, she leaves for her own room two floors down, leaving you and Carol alone. You’re definitely tipsy, now, and when Amelia had left Carol had her arms wrapped firmly around you on the couch. She was sitting behind you, arms draped firmly around your body, and the position is so comfortable you can’t think of a single reason to end it.

However, Carol catches onto your sleepy yawn before you can even register it. She pulls away, and for once you feel a slight chill of cold air.

“C’mon, Snowball, let’s get you to bed.”

After you’ve changed into some pajamas, you slowly start to realize that Carol had intended to sleep on the couch. You stare for a long moment at the pillow taken from the bed that she’d placed on the sofa, and eventually Carol catches on.

“Something the matter?”

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch, you know.”

Carol raises an eyebrow in question, and you feel your face heating up.

“I mean- like- it’s a huge bed. And like. Why sleep on a couch in a honeymoon suite?” You explained in a rush, and the blonde snorts.

And then she’s right next to you. In bed. In her shorts and some kind of sleeping shirt that may as well be considered a bra. She explained that she usually sleeps shirtless, and dammit you seriously can’t stop thinking about it.

As you stare up at the dark ceiling, your thoughts circle back to your kiss with Carol. Your intense lowkey makeout session, to be more specific. Carol loves to brag, that’s a given, but holy shit can she kiss. It’s almost embarrassing how much her kiss worked you up. Even now, the memory of it has you crossing your legs in frustration.

Yes, you’ve had a bit of a crush on your best friend for a while now. It was never something that bothered you before. Like, sure, Carol’s hot as hell and that’s all well and good, but after kissing her it’s like all of that was kicked into overdrive. You can’t stop thinking about it. About wanting to do it again.

Which is fucked up because she was willing to go to this as your fake girlfriend. She knew how shitty this side of your family was, and she volunteered to go with you. That’s a friend you cannot lose. No matter what.

But hotdamn can she fucking kiss.

Carol turns over, facing you with that curious gleam to her eyes you’ve become more than familiar with.

“You sure you’re okay being here?” She asks into the darkness, and you can’t help the quiet breath of laughter.

“I wasn’t, until you agreed to come,” you admit somewhat shyly, and her answering smile is so brilliant you forget your worries for just a moment.

“Your cousin is cool, at least.”

“One of them.”

“Yeah, but, still. Better than none. I don’t even talk to my family anymore.” She rolls onto her back, staring up at the ceiling.

You try to fight back the wince. Sometimes you forget that she practically dropped contact with her family when she first first returned to Earth. ‘Better off without me,’ she’d say if you ever asked, so eventually you stopped asking It was obvious that her relationship with them wasn’t great from the start - and though you knew little, it was enough to show that she felt a little out of place here, where everyone knew each other by blood.

You reach out, grasping her hand despite the butterflies erupting in your belly. “Hey,” you say, a smile on your lips when she glances at you. “At least my dad likes you. Dating or not, that’s a big deal, isn’t it?”

Her responding smile sends an unfamiliar wave of warmth through you. “You’re right,” she murmurs, “that’s very true.”

You fall asleep like that, some minutes later that you can’t keep track of. You just become lost in Carol’s gaze until you can’t keep your eyes open anymore, and suddenly you’re engulfed by the sweet embrace of slumber.

Still, there’s that lingering feeling. One you dread. The obvious thing that’s been sitting so patiently in the very back of your mind for months.

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Dawn breaks through the curtains; vicious despite the lazy brightness of it. Something is wrapped around your torso, spring seeping through your winter into your very bones. A soft breath ghosts on the back of your neck, stirring you ticklishly.

Slowly, pieces begin to connect in your sluggish mind. This is Carol behind you, humming contentedly, and you’ve never felt so absolutely peaceful in your life. It feels indescribably perfect, like everything you’ve ever done has lead to this very moment.

A sharp knock at the door jolts you, making Carol grumble incoherently and pull you tighter against her. You exhale sharply when a knee jerks between your legs. You’re trapped.

Another knock. “Please stop fucking and lemme in!” Amelia’s familiar voice makes you actually moan in frustration. Carol grunts as you twist around to look at her cute scrunched up face. You’re not sure how awake she is, exactly, but she looks damn adorable right now.

“Carol—” you start, a goofy grin on your lips, only to be cut off when Carol's grip tightens even further, forcing you into the steady rise and fall of her chest. Your cheeks are burning, head spinning with the hangover and the now familiar buzz of the blondes presence.

You look up into the mirror, thrown for a loop by how perfect your bodies seem to fit together. Two puzzle pieces clicking into place. I shouldn’t be feeling this, is only a distant thought, as unremarkable as the continuous knocking of your cousin.

Carol sighs in frustration, the air brushing your hair aside in a huff. “The fuck…” she grumbles, finally opening her eyes to look down at her captive. “Oh,” she releases you. You miss the contact instantly. “Sorry. Should’ve told you I’m a cuddler.”

“It’s— fine. I didn’t mind.” You sputter, looking away from her and untangling your limbs to open the door for Amelia. You feel discombobulated, unsteady. Your whole world has been thrown off course, and you can never right it again.

Amelia spills into the room with an eager expression. “So. Since the bride and groom are busy with their respective parties today, I figured we cool kids could have some fun of our own.”

“You woke us up this goddamn early to tell us to meet you for day-drinking?” You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose and stifling a yawn to hide how flustered you are this morning.

“Yeah.” Amelia responds, as though it were an obvious answer. “Also, it’s two in the afternoon.”

“Oh.” You slept longer, and more peacefully, than you have in months. Damn. “Well, good to see you never change. We’ll get showered and I’ll text you when we’re ready for whatever you’ve got planned.”

Her grin is devilish. “Oh, just you wait.”

She leaves as quickly as she’d come; you stare at the back of the door and struggle to steady your breathing and your racing mind. You’d certainly known this would happen, didn’t you? You can’t say it was something you hadn’t expected; you just didn’t think of… how it would feel. How overwhelmingly tender your heart felt waking up with her around you. How addictive her touch could be.

Carol groans as she stretches, then calls your name. You don’t respond, blinking slowly as your thoughts come to a grinding halt. Footsteps as she approaches, cautious now. This is the first time you’d frozen up without - well, literally freezing up. You’re just standing there, rigid and silent.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thrown off by the behaviour.

“Hey,” Carol’s hand on your shoulder makes everything snap at once. You aren’t really sure what happens, your body just kind of ignores all rational thought as you whirl around to face her and pull her face into yours in one fluid, sure motion.

God, she feels like literal sunlight. Spring and winter interlocking, melting you down to your very core. You feel exposed in every way, but there’s no fear for a blissful moment of affection and longing. Then, all at once, the fear rushes back in.

What the fuck are you doing?

You yank away from the blonde, watching her eyes snap open in shock. Her lips are parted, breathless as she watches the horror wash over your face.

“I’m- sorry, I- I’m gonna go shower.” You blurt, running to the bathroom with a trail of frost following in your wake.

Carol is the speechless one, now. What the hell just happened?

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Despite telling Amelia you’d text her when you were ready, your cousin managed to slip in while you were showering to give Carol more delightfully awful stories of your childhood. Carol’s woken up a bit more, and seems a little relaxed until you walk out dressed in one of the many expensive clothes Tony had provided.

The blouse was lightweight, perfect for the sunny afternoon, and deep maroon. Paired with simple black dress pants and boots, you looked better than you felt. At least your makeup brightened up your features enough to be passable as anything but miserable.

Carol gives you a quick once-over before taking over the bathroom.

“Got yourself a real keeper, Snowball,” Amelia grins as you join her on the sofa. “She’s exactly how you described her. A literal golden retriever.”

You snort. “Yeah,” a smile pulls at your lips. “She’s great.”

“I can see why she made Maya so angry,” she hums thoughtfully. “Wish I had a connection like that. You can just… see it. Even when you guys aren’t together. Like, just now - in your eyes,” she shakes her head in wonder. “That’s real love. This wedding ain’t shit.”

You blush deeply. “Oh- th-thanks…”

She nudges you playfully. “Don’t worry, dweeb. She gets that same look.”

Does she? You wonder, unable to contain the swell of hope in your chest.

This weekend will be the death of you.

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Unsurprisingly, Amelia’s idea of a fun time is one of those expensive tourist-y bars, extremely gay and very 80’s-vibe. Carol is enjoying herself, judging how accurate certain things are, and it’s almost like the incident this afternoon hadn’t happened at all.

Almost.

But you’re getting tipsy and Carol’s presence has your mind spinning. Amelia’s chatting up some girl with tattooed arms, looking eager but mysterious, and Carol has just dismissed herself to the bathroom, leaving you alone in your booth with your drink and thoughts.

I’m really, really into Carol. You can’t let yourself think beyond that. I really want to touch her. To kiss her. Catching feelings really throws a fucking wrench into this weekend. Did every fanfiction you’ve ever read not warn you about this exact situation? Who knew it was so realistic?

A body slides into the seat across from you, and you look up from the drink with a forced smile, only to lock eyes with a stranger.

“Hey, cutie,” her smile is sweet, seductive. Her eyes are different colors - one deep and dark, almost black, and the other a shocking blue. “You looked a little lonely, and to be honest,” she leans in conspiratorially, “I make fantastic company.”

You can’t help chuckling a little. “Well, to be fair, anybody sitting alone in a bar would look, objectively, lonely.”

“Good point,” she sips from her drink with a sly grin, leaning back and settling herself in. “But I only like talking to the cute ones.” She throws in a wink, and you won’t lie, you’re kind of enjoying the banter.

“Well, I didn’t-”

“Hey, baby,” another body slides in beside you, an arm wrapping possessively around your shoulders. Carol’s familiar scent washes over you, duling your senses pleasantly. “Sorry I took so long, there was a line.” You blink up at her in surprise at her icy tone. “Thanks for keeping my girlfriend company… what was your name?”

“Oh, girlfriend,” the stranger’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Sorry. She was sitting alone, so-”

“Carol,” you cut in before the blonde can retort. “Baby, I think Amelia is leaving with her friend. Let’s check in with her and go back to the hotel?” You keep your tone light, a little pleading, and watch as it works magic into Carol’s relaxing muscles. You look at the stranger with a smile. “Thanks for talking with me, it was nice meeting you!”

She nods, giving a friendly wave as you drag Carol over to Amelia, who assures you she’ll be fine and to check in with her later. You find yourself unreasonably annoyed the whole ride home, seething in a heavy sort of awkwardness that reminds you, once again, of the thing you’d done this morning.

“We can’t just not talk about this,” Carol says quietly, so as to not disturb the driver of the limo Tony had also rented out for you.

“Talk about what? You snapping on some poor girl for talking to me?” You oh-so-gracefully avoid the subject.

Carol gapes at you. “What? No. You kissed me this morning.”

You avert your gaze, cheeks burning. The streetlights cast dark shadows along her features, masking her expression sufficiently enough that you can’t bear to look at her. “I don’t know why I did that,” you admit, embarrassed.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I don’t know, Carol!” You hiss, fixing her with a glare. “Why did you act like a jealous girlfriend when all that girl wanted to do was talk?”

Carol flares up, now, jaw tensing before she speaks. “She was flirting with you!”

“She was not.”

She rolls her eyes, a little dramatically, and continues in a sarcastic tone: “Oh, like you can even tell when someone is flirting with you.”

Your jaw slackens. “What? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that sometimes people are obvious about it and you’re too nice to notice!” She snaps, crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest. “Fucking Christ.”

“Wait, do you flirt with me?” You stammer, stupidly, as the limo pulls to a stop in front of the hotel.

“Have been for months, thanks for noticing!” Carol is the first out of the vehicle, storming off into the hotel too quick for you to keep up.

Everything in you wants to follow, but you force yourself to keep your pace even. She needs space, for now. You need to calm down. You /never fight. All because you decided to be an idiot this morning, and-

Wait, did Carol just admit to having feelings for you? To flirting with you? For, what, months?!

You’re in such a daze when you walk into the lobby, you don’t notice who you run into until you hear a familiar voice.

“Son of a- oh. It’s you.” Dread settles in the pit of your stomach as you meet the drunken gaze of your ex.

Maya looks like she’d been crying, and she’s alone.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at a bachelorette party?” You ask icily, nearly jumping when a sob escapes her.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she mutters, either not hearing the question or ignoring it entirely. “God, I shouldn’t be doing this.”

You stare at her, dumbfounded. “Uh, what?”

Her dark eyes settle on you miserably. “I shouldn’t have gotten with TJ.”

“I’m happy with Carol,” you tell her firmly. “You cheated on me, May.”

“Oh, like you weren’t fucking Carol long before you got together,” she rolls her eyes. “But you still came to the wedding. What? To throw it in my face that you’re still gay? To show me how much better life is without me?”

“What are you-” you’re cut off by a pair of lips crashing into your own, hungry and angry. It feels wrong. Guilt floods through you as you shove away from her, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Maya, what the fuck?”

“I-”

“No, you know what? Forget it.” You turn away from her, storming to the elevator with your mind and heart racing. You’re done overthinking it. You’re done stressing over this. You know what you want. You have to stop hesitating, stop second-guessing, and just do what feels right.

It feels like you’re at the door of your room in the blink of an eye, swinging it open a bit aggressively. Carol turns from her spot in the middle of the room, either pacing previously or standing in wait for you. She looks alarmed by your sudden appearance, confusion showing clearly on her face as you hurriedly shut the door and make a point to lock all three locks on it and flicking the ‘do not disturb’ tab on the knob.

She’s halfway through saying your name when you collide with her again. She’s more hesitant to return your kiss this time, only allowing it to continue for a brief moment before pulling away from you.

“Okay, no, we aren’t doing this hot-and-cold shit, (Y/N).”

“I know,” you wince guiltily, licking your lips to savor every last taste of her. “I know, I’m- I’m sorry. I was… scared. You’re my best friend, I didn’t want to- y’know, fuck it all up because we fake-dated for a weekend.” You’re starting to ramble, now, unable to stop. “And, I mean- I knew I liked you for, geez, I don’t even know how long but this weekend seeing how it would be just feels-”

“Right,” Carol finishes at the same time as you, a soft smile on her lips. “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.”

You can’t stop the goofy grin from pulling at the edges of your mouth. “You were?”

“I’ve been trying to flirt with you for months,” she shakes her head in disbelief. “Months. And all I had to do this whole time was makeout with you once?”

You blush, shrugging. “I- well, when you put it that way…”

“Hey,” she leans in a little, nose brushing against yours. “Just means we’ve got some time to make up for, right?”

The whimper that leaves you doesn’t sound like a noise you’d ever make, but Carol’s lips find yours anyway, and the whole world seems to right itself again. You sink into her, running your fingers through soft, blonde hair as hands settle at your waist. It isn’t long before the kiss becomes heated, possessive, hungry.

Carol’s heated hands toy with the buttons of your blouse, your own colder hands running under her flannel over her taut abdomen. Fucking Christ. She’s so unfairly hot. It’s unbelievable how perfect this all feels, how right.

Carol gets frustrated with the blouse buttons and just tears, snapping them clean off and holy shit fucking Jesus. You aren’t sure if it’s the display of strength or the fact that she’s so desperate to touch you, but the action has you dragging her towards the bed. You nearly stumble, but Carol is quick to pick you up with ease.

You don’t see what clothes get tossed where; it’s just a blur of movement, of kisses, of breathlessness. Carol is whispering dirty things in your ear, about how much she’s wanted this, about all the things she’s thought about doing to you - and, fuck, why were you such an idiot about this? You wasted so much time when you could have been doing this - doing Carol - instead?

Never doubt your instincts! It was practically Avengers-101.

Carol is as cocky with sex as she is with, well, everything else. You naturally have a competitive edge to your relationship, but Carol in the bedroom doubles that. No, triples it. She loves to torture you, to draw out every last possible noise from your throat until you’re nearly sobbing with the built up pressure. You’re making sounds you’ve never heard yourself make before, bending in ways you didn’t think possible.

At last, when your body is absolutely numb with a slew of orgasms, you’re laying with your head on Carol’s chest, listening to her steady, thundering heartbeat. It’s quick, but soothing. Carol’s fingers comb lazily through your hair, easing tangles out of it with patient skill.

“What made you finally say it?” Carol asks softly, her voice still low and husky.

You blush, pressing a kiss to Carol’s collarbone and moving up just a little to look into her eyes. “Promise not to freak out?”

She looks immediately suspicious. “Maybe.”

“Maya kind of bumped into me in the lobby and kissed me,” you admit, clearing your throat. Muscles tense beneath you; you run your fingers over Carol’s side - an action you now learn is a surefire way to get her to shiver. “Said she couldn’t do this. Soon as it happened, I just knew.” You hesitate, blushing harder. “Okay, it’s really corny.”

“Now I have to know.” Carol’s hand drifts from your hair to your shoulder, squeezing affectionately.

“I just-” you avoid her gaze. “I knew I didn’t want to wait, like she did. I wanted to have what I- y’know, wanted. I couldn’t be stuck like that.” You shake your head.

Carol’s fingers drift to your jaw, tilting your head until you’re looking back into her eyes. “I’m glad you did. I was worried I’d have to be the one to tell you I love you.”

Your heart leaps into your throat, a goofy, dopey smile on your lips. It’s genuinely so dorky, you’d die of embarrassment if anyone but Carol had seen it.

“What?” Carol frowns, confused. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“You said it.” You rasp in a sing-song voice. “You confessed your undying love for me!”

Realization dawns on her face and she groans, throwing her head back. “Dammit. I take it back.”

“Nope, you can’t take back the l-word!”

“Lesbians?”

“Carol Danvers loves me! Carol Danvers loves-” you finish with a yelp when Carol unceremoniously eases you onto your back, her face hovering inches above yours.

“People usually say it back, you know.” She says sternly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

You aren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow. “I love you, too,” you murmur, threading your fingers through her hair and pulling her into another searing kiss.

(Walking is overrated when your girlfriend can fly, anyway.)

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

“It’s about time you guys pried yourselves apart,” Amelia announces, a joint dangling from her fingertips. “Was afraid I’d have to bring a crowbar.”

“You little delinquent,” you accuse, approaching Amelia’s beat up old pickup with Carol in tow. You were almost late, having a… few rounds before the wedding.

“Do you guys, like, count as cops, legally, or-?” She asks around a long pull.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear a bunch of legal jargon about.” You respond flatly. “How’s the groom?”

Amelia shrugs indifferently, hitting the joint again before offering it to you. “A terror, as usual.”

You eye Carol bashfully before taking the joint. Carol shakes her head with a tsk as you take a slow pull. It’s been a while, so it hits harsher than you remember. You cough at the burn, the sudden dryness of your throat, and hand it back to Amelia.

“My girlfriend, the drug-smoking criminal.” Carol sighs.

“What ever shall we do with her?” Amelia asks in a terrible British accent, shaking her head as she hits the joint.

“Can only ask for likes and prayers on social media, it’s the only cure.” Carol nods thoughtfully.

“You guys,” you begin, snatching the joint from your cousin, “are actually the worst.”

“The best,” Carol corrects, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You don’t cough this time, but the high hits quickly. It’s a pleasant buzz, the kind that makes you appreciate the sunny day and the overall presence of Carol. You’re about to hand it back to Amelia before Carol herself grabs it, with a questioning eyebrow raise directed at your cousin. Amelia grins devilishly.

“I feel like I’m corrupting superheroes,” she giggles mischievously.

“You corrupted me before I was a superhero.” You roll your eyes, watching Carol hit the joint with far more ease than you had.

“True,” Amelia concedes, checking her phone. “So, nobody’s heard from Maya or Rebecca yet.”

“Wait, what?” You wheeze.

“Yeah,” now, her grin is downright evil. That’s not a good look. “And I think I know why.”

“What-”

Your phone starts to ring. You groan when you realize it’s your father, picking up with a wide grin. “Main Street Orphanage and Crematorium, you churn ‘em out, we burn ‘em out, will this be a pickup or delivery?”

“Wow, that was dark, even for you.” Comes the response, though he chuckles. “Bride’s on her way, apparently. Ceremony’s about to begin. Get your butts in here, you’ll never find all of your gram’s horcruxes in time.”

You snort at that; “Okay, sure. I’ll call off the hunt. Thought I saw one in the sewer grate, right next to Pennywise, but that was just my will to live.”

“Okay, edge-lord. Did I use that right?”

“Yeah, dad, you used the word ‘edge-lord’ right.” This makes Amelia and Carol burst into laughter. “We’ll be in soon, dad. See you soon.”

You hang up and roll your eyes. “Dad says to call off the hunt for Gram’s horcruxes.”

“You’re such a dork,” Amelia and Carol both say at the same time, making them laugh even harder.

“Did I mention how much I hate you both?” You ask with a pout.

Carol leans down to kiss you, effectively wiping the pout clean off of your face. “Aw, baby, you know I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you huff, trying to wipe the smile off of your face.

“You two are extra mushy today,” Amelia hops off of the bed of the pickup, shutting the door with a sigh. “Must’ve been some killer makeup sex.”

“What-?”

“C’mon, you guys were so awkward yesterday. Thought you broke up for a second. Almost gave up on true love.” Amelia pats her chest dramatically, making you roll your eyes and Carol chuckle. “But it’s good to see you’re still gross.”

“You wish you had what we have.” You stick your tongue out childishly.

You find seats towards the back, with your dad. You’re too close to Gram for comfort, though, the smell of rose petals and mothballs drifting ever so delicately towards your nostrils with the force of a freight train.

Carol’s hand finds yours in your lap, curling your fingers together. She smiles at you, and that’s when you see it. That thing Amelia had talked about; that sort of sparkle, that adoration and fondness that only comes with real, unrelenting love.

You lean in and kiss her, because you can, and only separate because you’re both smiling too hard. Your dad doesn’t say anything, but you swear you see him wearing a dorky smile, too.

The ceremony itself starts off completely normal. The usual long, boring spiel. You zone in and out, thinking of committing yourself to someone, someday, and imagining something so entirely unlike this stupid wedding. You think you’d like to get married up in the stars, where Carol had fallen from the first night that you met her.

The sudden silence is alarming, because weddings are so rarely ever lacking in at least one speaker. Isn’t it supposed to be the bride’s vows?

Maya looks like she’s going to throw up. “I can’t do it!” Her abrupt shout halts the ceremony. “I’m in love with someone else.”

Dread pools in the pit of your stomach. Carol stiffens beside you, her hand tightening around yours.

“Becks,” she turns to her Maid of Honor, whose eyes widen in blatant shock. A blush runs over her cheeks. “I love you. I’ve always been in love with you. Even when I was-” she glances at you in the crowd, nervously. “With other people, I knew I was in love with you. I’ve seen true love here, seen it in this building - but it’s not with TJ.” Her next look is purposeful before finding TJ. “I’m sorry, Tommy, but I- I don’t love you. I can’t love you.”

“Maya, that is enough!” Maya’s mother, whom you only met once and remember as distinctly homophobic. “What are you doing?”

“I’m saying fuck this, mother!” Maya snaps.

Rebecca, having regained her composure, straightens up and grabs Maya’s hand. “I love you, too.”

“This was a fun weekend.” You whisper to Carol, who nods with a snort.

“Can’t wait to tell Stark all about it.”

“Oh, that’s what I forgot to tell you,” Amelia leans over from her seat beside Gram. “I saw Becca and Maya going at it in the elevator.”

“In the- oh, dammit!” You groan. “I used that today!”

“Amelia!” Gram snaps in that bone-chilling, fresh-from-the-crypt voice of hers. “Watch your language!”

“I didn’t even curse!” Amelia whines.

“I’m trying to watch.”

“This isn’t a soap opera-ow!” Amelia winces when Gram smacks her arm and shushes her.

Maya and Rebecca are hurrying away from the altar, TJ looking angry but somewhat confused and most of the guests a mixture of angry and equally lost.

A fun weekend, indeed.

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“Promise I’ll be your Maid of Honor at your wedding?” Amelia pouts as you pack the last of your things into the limo for your plane ride back to New York.

“You might have to fight Natasha and Wanda on that,” you warn.

“And, possibly, Tony and Thor.” Carol adds.

“I think I can take ‘em.” Amelia gets into a fighting posture that’s sloppy, but not terrible. She throws a few punches, and, just to annoy her, you catch one of her fists and easily make her lose balance. She stumbles, but you catch her by the wrist and pull her back to her feet. “You suck,” she mutters.

“You be good to my little Snowball,” you hear your dad tell Carol, which makes you shove away from Amelia to give him a lighthearted punch in the shoulder.

“Dad! I’m not a kid anymore!”

“But,” he yanks you into a bearhug, “you’ll always be my kid!” He squeezes you, making you wheeze before releasing you abruptly. “Nobody better replace me at your wedding.”

“Nobody ever could.” You grin at him.

The whole ride home, you and Carol laugh and talk and kiss and cuddle. It’s just as things had always been, just a little more. It’s amazing how easy these things just fall into place, as if they were simply always meant to be. In a way, it was good for everyone that Maya and TJ got engaged - you and Carol finally got together, and, hey, Maya stuck it to her mom and ran off with her Maid of Honor. A win-win-win-win if you’ve ever seen one.

(When you return to the Tower and divulge the details of your weekend with everyone, they’re thrilled with the turnout of events. All except for Peter, who looks perfectly confused:

“Weren’t you guys already dating?”)

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