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lilgoblinbitch · 2 months

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The Archer Finds a Soulmate 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

girl dad!daryl dixon x fem!reader

a/n: this idea was offered by @yummymeee !! was trying to find fluffy daryl prompts and this one stuck with me.

summary: Daryl is a father of a young girl and has always had trouble trusting new people. When he meets you, everything changes.

warnings: none really, typical twd stuff, just some angst and fluff at the end :)

Daryl Dixon was left raising a child in the apocalypse. He didn't expect to find himself taking care of a baby all by himself after the mother of his child ended up hiding it from him, and on her death bed begging Daryl to keep the baby safe. Of course, Daryl would love his baby girl till the day he died. She was the light of his life. She was the only thing left in this cruel world that reminded him of what made life worth living.

Five years after the start of the apocalypse, Daryl was extremely lucky to have been part of a large community that actually showed not only him, but his little girl, charity and companionship. All he wished for was a safe home and chance for his daughter to grow up happy. Because he never got to have a happy childhood himself, it almost felt imperative for him to manifest his own happiness and prosperity by giving his own kid that opportunity.

"Jasmine! Get outta that pile'a crap and c'mere!"

The five-year-old girl lay on her back in mound of dirt and leaves, swishing her arms and legs back and forth. "Daddy, look! I'm making a dirt angel!"

Daryl scoffed as he peered over at his daughter, who was collecting bits of leaves and sticks and dirt in her hair and probably covering every inch of the fabric of her outfit. An outfit that Carol had recently washed, because it originally got stained with orange juice and pudding. Unfortunately little predicaments like that were bound to happen to any little kid. It didn't bother Daryl, he just didn't want to put more of a burden on Carol.

Daryl stood up from the log he was sitting on, setting the dead rabbit he was working on skinning to the side. "Jas! Ya want food or not?" He called out, waving the playful child over to him. She perked her head up at him, her dark curly hair now decorated with bits of colorful leaves and sticks, almost making her hair look like a Christmas tree in some way. The child obeyed and jumped up from the ground, shaking off the dirt that layered her clothing. And of course, they needed to be washed again.

Joining her father by the fire, Jasmine plopped down on the log across from him and simpered at him. He smiled back after examining her youthful grin and spotting the smeared dirt on her face. "Ya got dirt on yer face, silly girl. Here, wipe yer hands and face with this." He handed her a towel, one that was adorned with pink and purple flowers. She loved that little beach towel. She snatched it out of her father's hands and hastily rubbed it all over her face and hands, then tossing it on the ground. Daryl sighed in distress.

"How many more things of yers we gotta ask Carol to wash?"

"We're outside, daddy. There is dirt, and you say dirt makes us dirty. So it's got to make everything else dirty, right?" Her enthusiasm never failed to make him grin and forget what he was even upset at her about.

"A'ight, watch me, ready?" Daryl grabbed the dead rabbit and continued skinning it, making sure Jasmine was watching him. Her face contorted in disgust.

"I don't wanna do that, daddy! It's gross and it hurts the rabbit."

He ignored her complaining and continued skinning it. "It's dead already. Didn't feel any pain, I promise," he reassured the child. "I just needed to show ya how yer dad makes yer all-time favorite food: rabbit stew."

The little girl shook her head. "No, my favorite food is Carol's cookies, and the Kingdom's cobbler!"

Daryl rolled his eyes, finishing up skinning the rabbit and then sticking it on a stick and placing it over the fire. Throughout their meal, Daryl told her about the time he first ever had to eat rabbit, and how he was around her age. His daughter was always absolutely thrilled to hear stories, especially from her father. She admired him more than he realized. And she looked forward to every Thursday afternoon, because that's when Daryl took her out for walks in the woods, pointing out various plants and showing her how to differentiate between animal tracks and walker tracks. Of course, she was too young to fully understand everything he taught her, but it made him more comfortable knowing that she was learning early on.

Some nights Daryl lay awake, tossing and turning only to say "fuck it" and go out in the woods where he could ease his mind, while his daughter was already fast asleep in the room across the hall. He loved being alone in the woods; just him and no one else to disturb him for a few hours.

However, one night he ended up acquiring company from an unexpected individual: you. Daryl didn't know very much about you, besides the fact that you joined Alexandria not too long after he and his group did. You were quiet and reserved, always keeping to yourself and never being found in large crowds because you were always more content when alone. Daryl often found himself following you into the woods to see what you even did out there, but you were just too quick to spy on. And truthfully, you were afraid of Daryl. You had seen how similar he was to you in some ways; his love for nature and serenity and the comfort of being isolated from the loudness of the community you lived in. You observed him going into the woods and not coming back out for hours, just as you did. He ended up becoming a valued member of Alexandria as he helped Aaron recruit new members to the community. He was becoming more outspoken than you, and that seemed to make you nervous.

Tonight, curiosity got the best of you and you decided to go and see what it was that Daryl the archer father did late at night in the woods, all alone.

Daryl did not anticipate anyone to be as good of a tracker as he was, especially in the dark of night. But being the daughter of a hunter father ended up advantaging you with that skill. So when he heard footsteps and prepared to send an arrow flying and landing between the eyes of a walker, but ended up being face to face with you, he was surprised to say the least.

"Hey, um, Daryl right?" Your flashlight beamed onto his face, and he squinted. "Sorry," you turned it off and shoved it in your pocket, "I just, um...I always see you out here, and I'm always out here, so..."

"So what?" Daryl wasn't in the mood for visitors, especially not annoyingly beautiful women such as yourself. You made him nervous.

Daryl kicked the dirt around with his feet, not looking up at you as you continued to speak to him. "Look, I'm not really a people person, and you probably want nothing to do with me because I never talked to you before...but I–" you stopped to look down at the dirt and shuffle your feet in it as well, involuntarily mimicking Daryl. "I dunno, I just need a friend, I think."

You could feel Daryl's eyes on you now, the glow of the small fire illuminating his auburn hair and the specks of hair on his beard. You swallowed hard, becoming a nervous wreck under his hard gaze. "Why me?" Was all he managed to say after studying your face. You finally made eye contact with him after mustering up the courage to do so. He had pretty eyes.

"Because I think we're alike in a lot of ways." You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and leaned against the thick tree beside you. "And honestly, you're one of the only people I know of that has better tracking skills than me," you added, voice soft and unsure. Unsure of what the mysterious man in front of you was thinking. It seemed like he had so much going on in his head all the time, and that's because he did. His thoughts raced, thoughts about you and how pretty you looked under the sparkling fire and why the hell you were talking to a loser single dad like him.

But you didn't see him like that. You were intimidated by him – always have been, except this time he intimidated you in a way you never expected. He made you want to open up to him, because you could tell now that he was just like you. You went your whole life never wanting to be seen by anyone, but Daryl changed that.

Daryl's lack of words left you in your thoughts once again. What if that was his sign for you to scram? What if he hated you? What if he thought you were a fucking creep for sneaking up on him in the middle of the night in the woods? You couldn't handle the fear of rejection so you took matters into your own hands.

Sighing in defeat, you turned on your heal and started for the other direction back to Alexandria, until you were abruptly stopped in your tracks.

"Wait."

Daryl did not wish for you to leave. He believed you. You were like him. "Ya wanna come hunting?"

Your eyes lit up in elation, and you smiled at him. "Yeah, I'd love to."

After a only a few weeks, you and Daryl became friends. He properly introduced you to his daughter Jasmine, who when meeting you for the first time told you, "You're pretty!" It melted your heart. Yours and Daryl's friendship grew drastically from then on. You respected him a lot, as he did you. The two of you were able to teach each other things about nature and hunting that the other had no clue about; you taught Daryl which herbs were best for different things, and he taught you how to shoot with a crossbow. Of course, your bow and arrow and your dagger were just enough for you already, but it pleased you to know that Daryl actually wanted to teach you.

Soon enough it was evident that you and Daryl were growing a deeper connection than the two of you originally anticipated. But somehow you weren't scared of it. You felt content around him, and it was clear that he felt that way about you, too.

"Jasmine!" Daryl called out, frantically searching the woods for his pesky little daughter. The sun was setting over the tree line ahead of him, clouds painted orange and pink. It was going to be dark soon, and he had no idea where his daughter had run off to.

Daryl found his feet moving on their own, eyes shifting around his surroundings while he attempted to track the footsteps of his daughter. "Jas! C'mon let's go!" Suddenly the sound of a twig snapping filled the air. His heartbeat quickened, and his paternal instincts kicked in. He raced toward the sound, crossbow at the ready.

He was just about ready to shoot whatever was hiding behind the tree but when he saw you walking with Jasmine he stopped in his tracks, lowering his weapon. You and Jasmine both glanced up at him simultaneously, and the little girl ran up to her father and hugged him. A sigh of relief overcame him as he bent down to hug her back. You beamed down at the two of them, admiring how touching the sight was.

"Where were ya?" Daryl stood back up, moving his focus between both you and his daughter. You could tell he was trying his hardest to stay calm, but the fact that his daughter was running off in the woods without him made him feel uneasy and on edge.

"Don't worry, I found her by a stream back there. She told me she wanted to learn how to catch frogs," you reassured him. He grinned and looked down at the girl, who was carrying a red bucket full of croaking amphibians.

"Look how many I caught, daddy!" She lifted the bucket up to Daryl and he peered into it. "Well someone's a professional frog catcher now, ey?" He teased.

The three of you reached the gates and Jasmine hurriedly ran down the street to the other kids outside. You smiled and turned to Daryl, who was already staring at you. You blushed and looked down at your feet.

"Sorry, I should have told you she was with me. She just seemed so excited and I couldn't say no, so–"

"Nah. Don't need to apologize," he interrupted, reaching his hand up to brush a strand of hair out of his face. "I, uh, thank you, fer watchin' her."

A gentle breeze drifted through your hair and you brushed stray strands out of your face, all the while Daryl shifted his weight and gathered the pith to express his feelings at that moment. He needed to get it off his chest.

Your doe eyes only impelled him further.

"Uh..." his anxious eyes finally met your passionate ones. "I think Jas might enjoy having ya over fer dinner t'night."

This time you tittered, nodding your head enthusiastically. "If this is your way of wanting more of my company, just say it, Daryl." Your face muscles seriously ached from smiling so hard. "I... I like you. And I would love to come over, honestly, any time."

Daryl's face flushed a shade of pink you'd never seen on him before. It made you giddy. "I like ya too."

That moment felt so cliche – it felt like you and Daryl were part of a silly teenage romcom film. But you two earned that cliche moment. You were surprisingly capable of harvesting a healthy connection with someone who really meant a lot to you.

The magnetic pull between the two of you grew stronger and stronger, reeling your body closer to his. Your hand instinctively brushed against his, making Daryl's insides mushy.

A smirk ran across yours lips and you grabbed Daryl's hand firmly. "C'mon, let's go make some food for tonight."

That evening you cooked venison stew for Daryl and his daughter, by gratitude of the huge buck Daryl scored earlier that morning. Secretly you loved to cook, but you'd only ever cook for someone who was special to you; back in the day you'd always cook for your father after he'd go out hunting and bring back game that gave you an opportunity to create a mouth-watering recipe. Today, that special someone was Daryl. You truly believed he deserved a decent meal from you after everything he'd done for you. He won your trust and respect – even more so your love.

"Thank you."

Daryl was sprawled out on the couch, staring up at you as you had finished cleaning up the dishes. He had already tucked Jasmine into bed up stairs, afterward coming back down to gawk at you.

You wiped your hands on a towel and set it on the counter, turning your attention the the comfortable man on the couch. "No need to thank me. I wanted to cook for you." You joined him on the couch, drowning in the soft cushion and taking in the homey vibe of his living room.

He sat up, turning his body toward you. That expression was painted on his face again – the one that told you he was doubting himself, or that he was trying really hard to articulate his emotions. You took his hands in yours, a decision that caught Daryl by surprise. "You don't need to doubt yourself anymore. I know what you're feeling, trust me."

Your reassurance kindled the spark of courage Daryl so desperately needed. It was as if you were his god, his creator – the one to send him the message from the sky to tell him it was his time to listen to his heart. And so he did.

The archer's rough, calloused fingers traced shapes over the dry skin of your hands. Your gaze melted him like plastic by the fire, and the words your spoke to him spilled from your lips like a prayer.

"Kiss me, Daryl."

Carefully Daryl parted his lips while searching your face for any uncertainties; there were none. And so he kissed you. He kissed you like you were a porcelain doll, suppressing his strength as to not break you. He wanted this kiss to last forever, and so did you.

Daryl trusted his gut that you were the one for him, and boy was that the best decision he ever made right there and then.

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olsenmyolsen · 5 months

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I'm Free Tonight

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MCU Compliant (Female Reader X Carol Danvers)

Summary: A lovely stranger saves you from a boring Christmas Gala.

Word Count: 2.8K

Content: Just Fluff

"You alone?"

You looked up from your seat at the round table and saw the blue eyes of a blonde you'd never seen before.

She wore a beautiful maroon and blue dress with a gold chest piece. Your dress looked silly in comparison, no matter how much your girlfr- ex girlfriend(?) paid for it.

And she wasn't cheap.

An heiress, some would call her.

Others used the word bitch.

You tore your eyes away from the blonde and gestured to a woman at the bar. Clearly drunk and openly flirting with one of the groomsmen. "Supposed to be with her."

The blonde looked where you pointed, and the curiosity on her face turned into one of disappointment.

Followed by a smirk.

"Well, I'm Carol. Carol Danvers." The blon- Carol switched her champagne flute from her right to her left hand. She extended the right to you when you looked up to her.

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N." You shook her hand and were surprised to feel a tight grip. You quickly realized how strong Carol was as you checked out the definition and muscles on her arms. "May I?" Carol pointed to the seat to the left of you. "Go ahead." You said with a smile that Carol reciprocated.

Carol also chose this seat so you'd be facing away from the bitch that left you alone.

You turned away from the bar and towards Carol. "How do you know the couple hosting?" Carol asked. "I don't. My date does."

That made sense. Since Carol noticed you hours earlier, she couldn't figure out how you wound up at a place like this. Surrounded by people whose hands were never clean. Politicians and models. Wall Street bros and CEO's. You stuck out—a ray of innocence and good radiated from you. Kind hearted.

Carol knew it to be true when she saw how awful your date treated you.

"Ah," Carol said as she lifted the glass and took a sip of the golden bubbles. "I hope you don't mind me asking... Who is she? Your date?" Carol set her glass down and looked at you in the eyes. "Oh, her name is-"

"Oh no, I'm sorry." Carol stopped you as she reached a hand out to your arm. "I meant, who is she to you."

It felt like a trick question, like Carol knew the truth.

Carol kept her fingers resting on your arm while waiting for your eyes to meet hers. "She's..."

You sighed.

Carol patted your arm. "Think about it." She removed her touch from you, and you missed her warm fingers.

You watched as they wrapped around the glass of champagne. "If it makes you feel better, I'm not supposed to be here," Carol spoke up with a shrug.

"You're not?" Carol watched your forehead crease when you didn't believe her. "No. I'm here doing a favor for a friend." You looked around the room, and like Carol did with you earlier, you couldn't believe someone like her could be here. "What friend?" You asked, making Carol smile.

"The King of Asgard, Valkyrie." She said casually without hesitation.

"Oh!" You said, surprised and bewildered. "I still have yet to visit New Asgard.." You really have been meaning to, but it's not like money grows on trees for you. "I hear it's lovely."

"It is," Carol replies. "So.." Carol leans closer. "Are you done thinking about my question from earlier? What is she..." Carol gestures to the woman you came here with. "..to you. Because she sure as hell isn't your girlfriend."

You followed Carol's eyes and saw the woman kissing the neck of a man you wouldn't give the time of day.

You turned back and looked at Carol.

You sighed and put both arms on the table in a defeated position. "I was her date for tonight, but no, I've never met her until two days prior when I was introduced by her team. I was hired to help clean up her image, but..." You looked back. "Looks like that's not happening."

Carol hummed. "So you're an escort?"

"Blunt, but yes... that's one word for it." You replied. Carol leaned back into her chair and appreciated the honesty coming from you.

"How much did she pay you?"

You certainly weren't expecting that question, and you couldn't tell by the smirk Carol was hiding behind her glass if she was serious or not.

So you decided to forget about the girl you came with and play the game Carol was hopefully playing.

"Why? Think you can afford me?"

That made the blonde laugh. "I know I can." Her voice was lower as she spoke to you. "But I'm not looking to pay. I want you if you want to come along."

That made something in your stomach twirl.

"And where would we go?"

"Wherever you want. But hopefully far away from here."

You peeled your eyes away from the blonde and looked around the room. It was dreadful and boring. This was presented as a Christmas gala, but it was nothing more than a night to fuck and make business deals to everyone else but you.

You were here for a job, but you were clearly left to your own devices.

Until Carol showed up.

"Okay." You said as you turned back to the blonde and nodded. "Let's get out of here."

Carol's eyes lit up. She watched you stand up and down your glass of champagne before extending your hand to her. Carol did the same with her glass before taking your hand. "Thank you." She smiled as she rose to her feet. "No, thank you!"

Carol led you out of the grand mansion you couldn't for the life of you remember the name of and to the valet kiosk. Carol handed the greying man a ticket stub and wrapped her arm around you as you two waited for his return.

"Is this okay?" She asked, forcing you to look up to her eyes. "Me... touching you? Holding you?" You nodded. "It's great." Carol smiled. "Good to know."

Carol felt your skin become scattered with goosebumps. She thought it might've been from the cold wind in the air, but if asked, you would've been honest and told her it was because of her—the blonde with her hand moving up and down your arm.

She smiled.

You two stood in silence, accepting the comfort the other one brought when the valet pulled up in a black sports car that would never be in your tax bracket.

"What a beautiful car, Miss. Please enjoy your evening." The man said to Caol as he handed her the keys before scurrying away.

She simply smirked and moved her arm from around you to your arm closest to her. "Shall we?" You nodded and let Carol lead you to the passenger door. She opened it for you and let go of you as you entered.

She watched the slit of your dress rise as you sat down in the brown leather seat. Her eyes then traveled down to your legs and the heels that went perfectly with your dress. "Good?" She then asked. "Good." You replied before Carol smiled and closed the door.

You watched her move around the front of the car and slide into the driver's seat. The seat adjusted to her, and you watched the steering wheel move to compliment her. "Wow." Carol turned to your voice.

"Kind of a lot, right?" You shrugged and looked into her blue eyes. "It's kinda cool." You tried to be nonchalant, but you were in awe of everything, and Carol knew it.

Carol hit some buttons on the display in the middle and found a radio station playing a pop hit.

Olivia Rodrigo specifically.

The music was kept at a lower volume as Carol waited for you to buckle up. "Safety first, sweetheart." She said, making your stomach flip at the pet name. "Sorry." You mumbled as your cheeks grew red, and Carol buckled herself up before turning up the heat and placing the car in drive.

"You hungry?" Carol hadn't eaten any of the fancy shit the gala was offering. It was all themed around the holiday, and she knew for a fact that you hadn't had a single bite.

You wanted to lie, but with Carol asking in a honey-dripping tone, and one look at her made you nod. "Starving." You said.

However, food wasn't the first thing you were thinking about eating.

Carol smirked as if she could read your mind.

She removed her right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on your thigh as she kept her eyes on the road. The speed of the car picking up.

Her palms on your skin burned with waves of pleasure. "I'll find somewhere for us," Carol said, making you nod. Carol briefly looked over at you and smiled.

She was loving the game that was being played.

In addition, she loved the touch of you. The feeling of your goosebumps spreading across your body every time her fingers lifted up and down your soft, ample skin.

She was also enjoying you—your company.

Carol never got to do stuff like this.

But she was making the most of tonight.

"Is this still okay?" Carol asked as her hand moved slightly up your thigh. Pushing your dress up. "Yes." You said as you buried a moan in your throat.

"Do I feel good? My touch against your body?" Carol asked as she turned her head to you. She watched your side profile nod and swallow before you parted your pink lips. "You feel so good, Carol."

Her blue eyes found the road again.

"Good, sweetheart." Carol patted your thigh and kept you wanting more. "You're doing so well for me."

You whimpered upon hearing the praises of a woman you just met. "Ah, here we go," Carol said, making you do your best to focus on what was worth pulling off the side of the road.

Surprised, you looked at Carol as she put the car in park.

Carol turned to you.

"What's wrong?" She unbuckled her seatbelt and brought a hand up to your face. Moving a hair behind your ear. "You said you were starving." You leaned into her touch ever so slightly and nodded. "I am."

"Then let's eat." Carol smiled and removed her touch from you again as she climbed out of the car.

You kept your eyes on Carol as she closed the door. You watched her pass in front of the neon 24/7 Diner sign before she made it to your passenger door. She opened it and quickly helped you out. "It's somehow gotten colder. Come on." Her hand and fingers became intertwined with yours as she pulled you to the front of the restaurant.

You two seated yourselves in a booth once you entered like a bunch of giggly teenagers.

There was only the waitstaff and three other patrons inside. You and Carol were obviously dressed the best.

"This definitely beats the Gala," Carol said, making you look up from your menu with a smile. "It does."

Carol placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hand. "Tell me something," Carol said with a teasing smirk. "Are you enjoying how the night has gone?"

You dropped your menu onto the table. "I'm loving it. Thank you."

Carol shook her head. "No, thank you." Her leg rubbed up against yours in a gentle manner. "Now, what are you thinking about having?" Carol's eyes found the menu again, but you stared straight ahead.

Carol knew it.

"They don't have me on the menu." You brushed your leg higher against Carol. "Shame. Because I'd love a taste."

You were bold, and you didn't know where it was coming from, but tonight, with Carol, you felt free. You weren't being paid to be someone else. You felt like a new person. Or maybe it was just you being yourself? Regardless, you loved it.

After a waitress came by, you and Carol Danvers ordered cheeseburgers with a basket of fries and a shake, to split, obviously.

The food was wonderful, and the flirting mixed in with conversation was even better.

The highlight might have been when you showed Carol that you could, in fact, tie a cherry stem into a knot in your mouth. You held it between your teeth with pride as Carol smirked at you and, without warning, connected your lips together. Her tongue swiping the stem out of your mouth and into hers.

When she smiled a few seconds later, the knot was undone, and Carol couldn't help but wink at you.

You felt your stomach flip again.

"Whenever you're ready to leave, we can," Carol said to you, only to earn a nod.

Carol laughed at that and stood up as she placed a stack of uncounted bills from her clutch.

"Okay, so maybe you could afford me for the night." You said, taking Carols' hand as you slid out of the booth. "I told you." She smugly replied as she led you out of the diner.

The cold air catching you off guard, but your grip on Carols' hand remained strong. "Come on." She squeezed your hand and bit back a smile before you two ended up on the driver's side of the car.

Carol held the key in her other hand.

"What?" You asked as Carol looked at your eyes. "You're just beautiful." The blonde said, moving her body to be pressed up against yours.

You stumbled a step back as you found your back up against Carols car.

"Is this still okay?" Carols breath was shaky as she held her lips dangerously close to yours.

In the neon glow of the diner sign, you nodded. "Just kiss me again." Carol held in a moan as she did what you asked. The softness of her lips landed on yours.

You pulled her body closer.

Her hands found your hips and squeezed them, making you squeal in delight. "Fuck Carol!" You laughed into Carols mouth.

"Oh, you're such a pretty girl," Carol replied in a hushed tone as she pushed her front up against you more. Feeling the tremble in your legs and warmth from your pussy.

But the sweetest bit was the taste of chocolate on your lips.

"I want you." You moaned into Carols ear.

Carol couldn't be happier. "I want you too." She kissed your neck, jaw, and lips again.

You bit your lips and looked up at her. "Let's go then." You turned around and pressed your ass against Carol and made a gesture for the car keys, but Carol smiled before laughing. "Oh, no, baby. I don't think so."

You tilted your head as you were still catching your breath. "And why is that?" You opened the car door and waited for Carol's answer.

That's when you watched Carol's hand curl and close around the key. Suddenly, her hand began to glow bright and orange. You couldn't believe what you were seeing, and when she opened her hand again, the key was nothing but a pile.

You waited for an answer.

"Remember that story I told you? About the pilot?"

Carol tilted her hand, and you both watched the remnants of the key fall to the asphalt.

You looked up to Carol and thought back to the story she told you across the booth earlier. "So it was you? You have powers?" Carol nodded and made her hands glow again. "What about your car?" You asked honestly.

"The car and cash were never mine." The glow from her hands faded as she stepped into space between your legs. "It was your awful heiress of a date."

Carol touched the top of your head and ran her hand down the side of your face. "I think you and I had a better time than you would with her." She purrs as she kisses your cheek. "Don't you think?"

You nod and move your lips to brush hers. "I do." You find Carol's hands and hold them. "I can work with this."

"Are you sure?"

Carol asks, even though both want this.

"Yes."

Carol kisses you and pulls you close. "Hold on to me." You wrap your arms tightly around Carol's body, and slowly, you feel your feet leave the ground. "Keep your eyes on me," Carol said, and when you looked at her, you saw that her dress had changed into a suit.

One a superhero would wear.

"You brought us back..." You whispered into the space between the two of you. She heard you.

You watched as Carol glowed brighter, and the speed at which you two were flying increased.

You and Carol slept together that night, and you remember the feeling of warmth when you woke up next to her and a cat named Goose in the bed on her spaceship.

That was five months ago, and as you watch Carol fly down to a planet below, you can't help but smile.

You weren't alone.

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callsign-dexter · 1 month

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From Fear to Family

Request: hi, could I pretty please request a Maverick x adopted daughter for my birthday on Monday? I was wondering if maybe sometime after the mission Maverick decided that since rooster is all grown up and doesn’t “need” him anymore he missed the feeling of being needed so he adopted a little girl, maybe 3-5, but in her short life she has had people let her down so she doesn’t trust people and she is very skittish/shy. She tries to avoid anything that has to do with trusting Maverick, like maybe the adoption place told Maverick she doesn’t let anyone hold her and Mav is a little worried that she will never come around but maybe she gets hurt or has a nightmare or literally anything that would be a big deal for a little kid and ends up letting her guard down and trusting Maverick. After deciding that she could trust Maverick she just became this whole new child (she is playful and silly and is mavericks little shadow all day everyday). She is starting to trust him more and more and she even let Mav hold her (you know, the little kid way, the sleepy walk and the arms in the air) and she fell asleep on his shoulder.

this is totally your choice and there is no pressure. Sorry about the massive word dump!!

Pairings: Maverick x Adopted!Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

Masterlist

A/N: Sorry to the anon that sent this in for their birthday for getting it out so late. Happy belated birthday and I hope you enjoy it!

When the mission was over and The Daggers became an official squad, he felt like something was missing from his life. He would go home to an empty house and it honestly made him sad, before he was barely home and he was training the pilots and that kept him busy. He and Bradley had patched their relationship but he was grown he wanted someone that needed him. He was out with The Daggers but found himself at the bar where Penny was. He watched over his squad and sighed and Penny took notice of this. “What’s wrong Pete?” She asked.

“Now that the mission is over and we’re an official squad, I come home to an empty quiet house. It just makes me sad.” He admitted and Penny nodded and listened.

“Have you ever considered adopting?” She asked

“Well yes but what happens when I’m deployed somewhere?” He asked, looking at her and she smiled.

“I’ll look after them.” She said with a smile and he knew she was being serious.

“I don't even know how to start the process.” Maverick said

“I'll help you.” Penny said and smiled and put a hand on his and he nodded and smiled.

“Thank you, Penny. Really.” He said and she smiled.

“I'll always help you when you need it. Come by the house tomorrow for lunch and we'll see what it takes.” She said and he smiled and nodded. She then turned and started to tend to her other customers. The rest of the night went smoothly. Maverick was in a better mood thinking about having a child depending on him. He joined the rest of The Daggers and ended the night with a smile.

Maverick was up early the next morning, which was a Saturday, he still had several hours before he had to be over at Penny's. Maverick walked into the second room next to his. His house had three rooms in total, all upstairs. He looked around it and it was a mess. There would be no way they would let him have a kid with it looking like this. So, he decided to start cleaning that room and the house. He wanted this; he wanted a kid.

Before Maverick knew it, it was already 11:30 AM and he only knew this because he had looked at his watch. He had been so busy cleaning and hyping himself up he just didn't pay attention to the time. He put on his shoes and grabbed his keys and stopped to look around and smiled. It was clean, spotless, deep cleaned even all he could think about was how Carole would be so happy. She had always gone on about how messy Maverick was and well Goose was too but she was always cleaning up after him but she wouldn't have had it any other way. But if those two boys were left alone for the weekend or any length of time you can bet that everything would be a mess. You would think two Navy men who were conditioned to keep everything clean would and they did on base but not in their homes or hotel rooms. Maverick chuckled and turned around and headed out the door.

Maverick was quick to arrive at Penny’s and he knocked on the door and she let him in. “So, I’ve been doing a lot of research and it seems like it is easy to become an adopter.” She spoke.

“Hello to you too.” Maverick chuckled.

“So first you need to make a choice of which agency you want to adopt from. Get in contact with them and have them do a home study, give them what you're looking for in a child, once you find the right one let the agency know, and then you have to wait to hear back that you’ve been selected. Then you’re going to meet the child and then they’ll be placed in your care.” Penny said and all of this overwhelmed Maverick but he was ready, he wanted this.

“I’m ready for this.” Maverick said and Penny smiled.

“I know you are.” She spoke

Over the next few days, he researched the agencies and found the one he liked. He got into contact with them and they set up a time to come out and look at the house. The day came and a nice woman came to the door. “Hi! I’m Bailey! I’m from the adoption agency.” Bailey said.

“Hi, welcome. Please come in.” He said with a smile.

“This is a nice place you have here.” She said and she smiled.

“Thank you.” He said

“What is it that you do for a living?” She asked, looking around.

“I’m a Captain in the Navy. Avial aviator.” He said and she nodded and took note.

“When you’re deployed are you going to have someone looking after the child?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yes, Penny Benjamin. She’s a longtime friend of mine.” He said and she nodded her head and made note of that.

“Do you mind showing me around?” She asked and he smiled and nodded.

“Of course.” He said and started to give her the tour. The house was spotless and the backyard was huge and fenced in. Once that was over, they came back into the kitchen.

“I’m gonna say this is a very nice place you got here Mr. Mitchell.” She said

“Please call me Maverick.” He said “Mr. Mitchell was my father.” He added and she smiled.

“Very well Maverick.” She said “We have a meet and greet coming up in the park tomorrow. Come out and meet the children you may find the perfect one.” Said and he smiled.

“Thank you. I’ll be sure to be there.” He said and she smiled and then bid him a goodbye and she was on her way.

The next day he got up and prepared to go to the meet and greet. The house still stayed absolutely spotless and then he was out the door. He decided to take his Jeep, figuring it would look better than a motorcycle. He pulled up and parked close to the front. He got out and headed to the tent to get out of the blistering heat for just a moment. Bailey had spotted him “Maverick! Hi! I’m so glad you could make it.” She said and he smiled.

“I really want to find a kid. I’ve been wanting this for a while.” He said and she smiled.

“I love to hear that. Start mingling and you might just connect with someone.” She said and he smiled and she was off. He stood there for a minute and decided to walk around. He played with kids but none of them connected with him. He was about to give up hope when he spotted a little girl, you, sitting alone and he felt saddened he walked over to you and sat down. You looked up and smiled but went back to what you were doing.

“What is your name?” He asked softly and that shocked you.

“Y/N.” You said quietly.

“Don’t you wanna go and play with the others?” He asked and you shook your head.

“They make fun of me.” You said

“Why do they do that?” He asked, you shrugged.

“I don’t fit in.” You said quietly. He knew that feeling.

“What do you got there?” He asked clearly seeing the item.

“Y/F/B (your favorite book).” You said and smiled.

“That one is my favorite.” He said and you looked up at him wide eyed.

“Really?” You asked and he nodded.

“Y/N come one it's time to go.” Bailey said and he notice you frown but nod and he felt that connection

“Bailey.” Maverick said getting up and Bailey stopped and turned to him making sure she got to another person safely.

“Yes, Maverick?” She asked

“What’s Y/N’s story?” He asked

“It’s a sad one. Her dad was a Naval Aviator and her mom a Navy SEAL both killed in action. She came to us shortly after. She’s been to foster home to foster home but nothing has stuck.” Bailey said and Maverick knew you were the one for him. “She’s been shy and skittish ever since.” She added.

“I wanna adopt her.” Maverick said watching you shy away from the caretaker.

“Really?” She asked excitedly and Maverick nodded “That is great news! I can’t wait to get the paperwork started and tell her.” She said “I’ll be in touch.” She said and he nodded and then she was off. Maverick watched her tell you the news and you looked back at him and he smiled. He was gonna finally have a child.

Over the next few days Maverick was in contact with the agency and was changing information with them. He was anxious but excited. He wanted to tell the team but knew it was too early and jinx himself. The only person that knew was Penny and that was because she had been a contact person for the agency.

It was a couple of weeks later that he heard from them and said that the process was a success and that he had been selected to adopt you. He was stunned that he was left speechless and that was very unlike the man. He had already met and visited you at the park and he absolutely fell in love with you. There was no way he was going to back down from this now.

Today was the day. You were finally going to live with him. He was finally going to have a kid. You had arrived in front of a nice-looking house and it had an American Flag flying on a flagpole in the front yard and you smiled. Bailey pulled up next to a motorcycle and a Jeep and you grew curious. She got out and then you got out. She was talking to you but it was the same speech that you’ve heard a thousand times and have grown bored and used to it. You both walked up to the front door and she rang the doorbell and in an instant the man known as Maverick opened the door and he smiled “Y/N!” He said excitedly “I’m so glad you’re here. Bailey, thank you for bringing her.” He added and she smiled at you yet to say a word.

“I’m so glad to be here.” Bailey said and he moved aside.

“Please come in.” He said and so you did the house smelt like chocolate and sugar cookies, a scent that you had grown up with until the tragic accident landing you in foster care. You explored the kitchen, staying put not wanting to wonder off as Maverick and Bailey talked. Soon Bailey was leaving after giving you the ‘behave and if you need anything call’ speech. Now it was just you and Maverick alone. “Is there anything you want to do?” Maverick asked and you just shook your head. “Do you wanna go and see your room?” He asked and you nodded. He went over to try and pick you up and you flinched away and of course that broke his heart but he understood it. Maverick led the way to your room which was just two doors down from his. He showed you where the bathroom and everything was. “Do you want to help me unpack your clothing?” He asked and you nodded and he smiled. He set your suitcase on the bed and unzipped it and began to put things away. He asked you if you wanted anything in a specific order but you just shrugged.

You being distant from Maverick went on for a full 2 weeks. He wanted to introduce you to everyone but he was wanting you to get to know him and him to know you first. Normally this would frustrate other people but he knew to be patient and you would come around when you felt like it was the right time. He didn’t want to rush anything so he took it day by day and you really appreciated that.

Everything changed one night and that event caused you to open up to him full heartedly.

It was summer so that meant that you didn’t have to go school and the Cyclone had given Maverick some time off. Maverick had just woken up and was getting ready for the day and he kept thinking about what he was going to do with you. He thought about taking you to the beach or the park or just staying in. When he was done, he went and checked on you to find you awake and sitting up in bed looking at him. “Hey there, Sweetheart.” He said as he walked in. You just stared at him, your eyes showing the unsureness. “Wanna do anything today?” He asked and you just shrugged your shoulders. “Wanna go to the beach?” He asked and your eyes lit up and he smiled. “Can I help you with anything?” He asked and you shook your head and he smiled and nodded. “Ok. I’ll be close if you do need anything.” He said.

“Ok.” You said quietly and he smiled. He was overjoyed on the inside but he didn’t show it on the outside. He walked away and cracked the door. He stayed nearby and grabbed some stuff out of the closet and grabbed the sunscreen out of the bathroom when you walked out.

“Want me to help you brush your teeth and do your hair?” He asked and you once again lit up.

“Please.” You said and he smiled. He helped you do both of those things and then he was packing a bag for both of you and then he walked into the kitchen and you followed. You watched him make food and drinks and put them in a cooler. When he was done, he smiled.

“Ready to go?” He asked and you nodded and so he helped you in the car and in your car, seat making little to no contact. Once that was done, he got into the driver’s side and you both were headed to the beach.

You guys arrived at the beach and thankfully it was empty. Maverick was quick to park and got out and helped you. He then grabbed the bag, towels, and cooler. You both walked onto the beach and he found a perfect spot. You watched as he set up and then he set down and you went off, but not very far away, and played. He watched you and you smiled and he loved that smile. He found that you don't like being touched much unless it was absolutely necessary. You had started to get hungry so you hesitantly walked up to him and he smiled up at you. “Hungry.” You said in a quiet voice and he smiled and pulled out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for you and some goldfish. You took them and scurried off out of reach but on the towel and under the umbrella that he had also carried down. As you were eating he started to get your drink out and hand it to you. You finished your food and drink and then you played a little bit more in the sand not daring to go into the water. Soon it was time to go home.

When you got home you and he changed into something more comfortable. You had spent a total of three hours out there and no matter how much sunscreen was put on you, you still got a little sun on your face. Maverick got started on dinner while you played in the living room in eyesight. You played mostly by yourself not wanting any help and not expecting any help. You were playing with something when it broke and instead of crying or asking for help you just put it to the side and that made Maverick frown. He walked over and sat on the couch “Can I help you fix it?” He asked you and you looked at him and didn't say anything but your eyes showed an internal battle. He slowly nodded your head.

“Please.” You said quietly and he smiled and took the toy and you watched him fix it. You watched amazed and he smiled. He fixed It and held it out to you which you hesitantly took it back. “Thank you.” You said quietly and he smiled.

“You're very much welcome.” He said and then you were back to playing quietly and he watched for a few minutes until the oven went off. He got the food out of the oven and then he was plating it for dinner, he cut yours up to get it to cool down quicker.

“Y/N/N supper is ready.” He said and he watched you put down your toys and walk to the dinner table. You got up in the chair and picked up a fork “Careful it's hot.” He said and you nodded. Once it was cooled off supper was quickly eaten and then he was helping giving you a bath watching incase you needed help. After a bath you brushed your teeth and headed off to bed. “Goodnight, Sweetheart. I love you.” He said not really expecting a response. He cracked your door and you were out like a light. He sighed as he went back and started to tidy up and get ready for bed. Once ready he laid down and fell asleep.

“DADDY!” You screamed out, wrenching the sleep from Maverick and making him jerk up right. He quickly sat up and looked around thinking that he misheard. “DADDY!” You yelled again and that had him jumping out of bed and racing over to your room. You had been sitting up tears racing down your face which had him racing over to you.

“Sweetheart, what's wrong?” He asked, wanting to touch you but didn't know if you wanted it. You began sobbing and he hesitantly gathered you in his arms and he was shocked when you curled into him.

“Bad dream.” You sobbed into his chest clinging to his shirt. His heart broke.

“Shhhh, it's ok. I've got you.” He said running a hand over your head. “Wanna talk about it?” He asked and you stayed silent.

“You left me like momma and daddy did.” You said into his chest and his heart broke.

“I'm not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.” He told you and from that point on you knew you could trust him and open up.

A week after that nightmare you were like any normal 4-year-old. You opened up to him a lot more. Since that night you hadn't called Maverick dad but he wasn't gonna rush you into it. Since you were a lot more comfortable around him, he decided to introduce you to new people.

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At first it was Penny and you absolutely adored her and saw her many times. When you were first introduced to her you were hesitant and she understood that. Maverick had been keeping her updated on everything and she knew you were shy and knew not to push. He had been wanting to introduce you to her The Daggers for some time but wanted you to get settled first.

Both you and Maverick were sitting at the table eating lunch. “I want to introduce you to a friend of mine. She’s really nice and has a kid of her own. You'll really like her.” He said looking at you gauging your reaction and at first you looked hesitant but then you smiled.

“Ok.” You said looking at him and he smiled.

“We can have her over for dinner if you want or we can go and meet her.” He said giving you an option and you pulled a face that you've seen him pull when he was thinking.

“Dinner.” You said taking a bite of food while nodding and he smiled.

“Dinner it is.” He chuckled as you returned your attention back to your food, he quickly sent a text to her and she quickly replied saying she would love to. For the rest of the day, he played games and got dinner ready with your help and you followed him around everywhere. “What do you want for dinner? We can have burgers or pizza.” He asked.

“Burgers!” You said excitedly and he chuckled. The both of you got dinner ready to be cooked and then it was time for Penny to come over. She knocked on the door and Maverick went and opened it with you right behind him.

“Hey!” He said when he opened and saw Penny “Come on in.” He added and you hid behind his leg.

“Hey, Maverick and Y/N.” She said you grew curious as to how she knew your name and came out but stayed glued to Maverick she waved at you. You shyly waved at her.

“Hi.” You said shyly and she smiled.

“I'm Penny. I love your hair.” She said talking about hair style and you smiled.

“Daddy did it!” You said excitedly and you came out of hiding. Maverick froze with wide eyes but smiling, that was the first time since the nightmare you called him that and you did it without hesitation. Penny smiled at him, you hadn't seen his face because of your excitement.

From that point on she was your new best friend. You excitedly told her about stuff and bounced around like any normal 4-year-old would. Maverick smiled and watched you.

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Then he introduced you to Bradley a week later and you two just seemed to click right away. Bradley had needed to ask Maverick something and asked him if he could come over and he said yes and that he wanted him to meet someone. Bradley was curious about who it was, Did he have finally have a girlfriend? was running through his head as he drove to Maverick’s house and pulled into his driveway. Maverick had told you that you were going to meet someone close to him and you just nodded unsure. He knew you would be like this while meeting everyone and he understood.

Bradley walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. You both had been on the couch and you looked up at him and he smiled. He got up and so did you. After the nightmare you had stuck to him like a shadow. Maverick answered the door and Bradley smiled. “Hey, Mav.” Bradley said.

“Hey.” He said and hugged him and when they released, he looked down at you and knelt down. “Y/N this Bradley. You've heard me talk about him.” He said and you nodded and looked at him and he looked familiar. You studied him and then took off somewhere and Bradley raised an eyebrow and stood up and Maverick shrugged and let him in and then shut the door. After a few minutes you came back with a picture in your hands. You looked at it and then back at Bradley and then your face lit up.

“You look like Uncle Goose!” You exclaimed and that made them both smile and Bradley looked at Maverick with tears in and shock ok his face.

“You told her about Dad?” He asked and Maverick nodded.

“Of course. She loves hearing stories about our adventures, don't ya?” He asked, looking at you and you nodded enthusiastically. “This is his son.” He said your eyes widened. You ran up to Bradley and he bent down and you threw your arms around him and hugged him. After that introduction it was nonstop chatter. Bradley did finally ask Mav his question after you fell asleep and were put into the bed.

Maverick walked Bradley to the door and he stopped and turned to his pseudo father “You have a good kid there.” He said and Maverick smiled and nodded.

“She was so shy at first and wouldn't let me touch unless I needed to or help her.” He said

“What changed?” Bradley asked

“She had a nightmare and I walked in and she was sitting up and crying. She clung to me and told me what happened and everything changed after that, she became a normal 4-year-old. She was calling out daddy too. She hadn't done it since until she met Penny and she said that she liked her hair and she just smiled and said that ‘Daddy did it.’” Maverick gushed and Bradley smiled, finally seeing him happy.

“She's a sweet kid.” Bradley said and he nodded. “When are you gonna introduce her to the rest of The Daggers?” He asked.

“She seems more comfortable here. So, I was thinking of having a cookout next weekend.” Maverick said and Bradley nodded.

“That sounds like a good plan.” He said

They talked more until Bradley left. Maverick went and checked up on you one more time before going to bed himself.

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Maverick wasn’t expecting to introduce you to Bob so early but it had just happened. Maverick and you had needed to run to the grocery store one day. He had gotten you out of your car seat and you immediately asked to be picked up and he quickly picked you up. He carried you into the grocery store and got a cart and put you in the basket. As you were shopping around and he was getting you stuff, him stuff, and food he spotted someone familiar. As he got closer, he saw that it was Bob. “Hey, Bob.” Maverick said and he turned around.

“Hey, Maverick.” He said smiling and looked at you.

“Who is this little one?” He asked

“This is my daughter, Y/N.” He said and Bob smiled.

“Hi, Y/N.” He said and you waved shyly and he chuckled, you reminded him a lot of himself.

“I adopted her.” He said and he smiled.

“That is really awesome. She actually looks like you.” He said and Maverick smiled.

“I guess she does. I haven’t really paid attention to it. I’m just happy to have her in my life.” Maverick said

“I like your glasses.” You said randomly and that had both men smiling.

“Thank you.” He said and you smiled and looked down while playing with the strap.

“Do you have a favorite animal?” You suddenly asked.

“I do!” He said just as excitedly. Maverick stood back and watched the interaction, happy that you were comfortable around him.

“What is it?” You asked

“It's a wolf.” Bob said smiling as your eyes went wide and you looked at Maverick then back to him.

“So is mine!” You squealed excitedly.

The two men talked more and then you departed from him and continued shopping.

“I like him.” You said looking up at Maverick and he smiled.

“I like him too.” Maverick said

He had a feeling you and Bob were going to be great friends. You two were so similar in many ways.

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The next weekend rolled around. Maverick was ordered to come back to work so he had you stay with Penny. He had gone to the store before coming to pick you up. When he got there the both of you were outside playing in the yard. You looked up when you heard the familiar sound of the Jeep and looked up and smiled as he got out “Daddy!” You yelled and ran to him and he bent down and ran into his arms.

“Hey, Sweetheart. Did you have a good day?” He asked and you nodded.

“We played outside.” You said as you released him and tugged him over to Penny to see what you were doing and you proudly showed off what you had been doing.

“That's so good!” He exclaimed excitedly and you looked up at him with wide eyes filled with adoration.

“Really?” You asked and he nodded and Penny chuckled as she came back out with your stuff.

“Yes really. You draw better than I do.” He said and tickled you and you giggled and then you went back to doing what you were doing. “How was she?” He asked Penny and she smiled.

“So fun. Not that shy little girl you told me about the first time.” She said and he smiled.

“We're having a cookout this weekend to let her get to know the rest of The Daggers. You should come.” He said “Bring Ameila too.” He added and she smiled.

“We'll be there. What time?” She asked

“Around noon. Probably won't eat until 2 or later.” He said and she nodded.

“She had a nap around 2 today.” She said and he smiled and nodded and then he turned to you.

“Ready to go?” He asked and you nodded and got up and hugged Penny and said bye to her and then skipped off to the Jeep. Penny said bye to Maverick and walked to the Jeep. He helped you in and then you were heading home. You excitedly told him about your day and smiled and listened and replied when he needed to. Soon you were home he helped you out and you walked with him into the house as he put your bag down. He started to get dinner ready and you pulled over a chair and watched him and helped him out when you could and when he would let you. After it was all done and cooked you both sat down to eat. After supper he had you go change and then you both settled down to watch a movie it was 8:00 PM and you started to settle down. 30 minutes into the movie and you were out. He smiled and picked you and carried you to your room, he tucked you in and kissed your forehead “Goodnight, Sweetheart. I love you.” He said.

“Love you too, Daddy.” You mumbled and rolled over and that brought tears to his eyes. He got ready for bed after cleaning up and tidying up and he fell asleep crying happy tears.

The next day arrived and you were up bright and early for no real reason. You had gotten out of bed and wandered into Maverick’s room and climbed up in his bed. He had heard you and felt the bed dip. “What are you doing, Sweetheart?” He asked which made you squeal.

“Up, Daddy. Up.” You said and started pushing him. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock and they bugged out of his head it was 6 AM.

“It's too early to be up. You need to sleep a little bit longer.” He said and you shook your head. “Wanna sleep with me?” He asked your eyes lit up and nodded and he chuckled and pulled back the covers “Alright get in.” He said and you quickly got into and snuggled into his chest, the warmth surrounded you and you were fast to sleep. Once he knew you were asleep, he fell back to sleep smiling. When it was the proper time to wake up you did and you smiled at him. You both got up and he got both and himself changed and ready for the day. “You're gonna meet 5 new people. If you feel overwhelmed that's ok, I'll be here with you and so will Bradley and Penny. Ok?” He asked as he looked at you and fed you breakfast and you nodded and smiled.

“Ok.” You said and turned back to your food. When breakfast was over, he started to clean up and you had skipped off somewhere to play but you were still in eyesight. If only Carole and Goose could see him now with a kid they would be smiling. He played some with you and then he did some house cleaning, it wouldn't be the first time that The Daggers were over. He looked around and looked at how everything had changed from it looking like a single person living there to looking like a father and daughter living there, toys were scattered around inside and outside and art from you hung on the fridge. He was so focused on taking the very welcoming sight that he didn't see you fall on the concrete outside, the only thing that snapped him out of it was you crying. He looked over and panicked seeing you on the ground crying he was quick to get over to you. He was quick to pick you up and you buried your face into his neck as you sobbed and through your tiny arms around his neck.

“Shhhh you're ok. It's gonna be ok.” He said trying to soothe you by rubbing your back. He kept soothing you until your tears turned to hiccups. “Let me see.” He said and you reluctantly undid your face and he saw tear tracks down your cheeks and his heart broke. You undid your arms and showed him your hands. You were still sniffling “It's ok. We can easily take care of this. Let's go and clean it.” He said and you nodded and he headed inside and set you on the counter. He had you lean over and wash your hands with soap and water and the dried them “Almost done.” He said and then he took them and kissed them “Now all better?” He asked and you nodded he smiled and started to put you down but you clung to him. “Want me to hold for a little bit?” He asked and you nodded still clearly upset and he smiled “Ok. I will.” He said as he held you and did more stuff around the house. It was 11:50 AM when you finally asked to be put down and he did so. You walked off and started to play around with toys around making sure to not make it too messy.

12 PM arrived first it was Penny and Amelia. “Hey guys!” Penny said and they both smiled when you ran over to her and wanted her to pick you up.

“Penny!” She yelled and hugged her and then you saw Amelia.

“Y/N this is my daughter Amelia.” Penny said and Amelia waved at you and you waved back and asked to be put down. Penny put you down as Amelia got down on your level.

“Hi, do you like princesses?” She asked and your eyes lit up and you nodded and she smiled “Can I tell you a secret?” She asked and you nodded and she leaned to your ear “I do too.” She said and you squealed and grabbed her hand and led her to your room. Maverick smiled at the interaction.

“She’s such a sweet little girl.” Penny said and he nodded.

“That she is.” Maverick said as they walked further into the house. Soon after they had arrived Bradley and Jake arrived and Maverick let them in.

“Hey, Mav.” Bradley said at the same time as Jake said “Hey, Pops.” Jake said and hugged him as well. As soon as you heard Bradley’s voice you came flying out of the room.

“Bradley!” You yelled and his reflexes kicked and caught you when you leaped for him.

“Hey, Y/N/N.” Bradley said and hugged him. “Y/N this is Jake.” He introduced Jake and he smiled.

“Hi.” He said and waved and you waved back at him shyly. She was just unsure about him.

“It’s ok. He saved your dad and I.” Bradley said and then you smiled and became yourself again. You wiggled and he put you down and you skipped off to Penny.

“When did you get a kid?” He asked

“I adopted her a few weeks ago.” Maverick said “She lost both of her parts to the Navy.” He said and everything clicked for the boys. While they were standing there a knock was heard and he opened it. It was Mickey, Javy, and Ruben. They all greeted each other and walked further into the house.

“Daddy!” You screeched “Save me!” You giggled as Ameila came chasing you and he picked you up.

“Dang, you got to base.” Amelia giggled and then said hi to the boys.

“Y/N, this is Mickey.” He said

“As in Mickey Mouse?” You asked wide eyed and Mickey chuckled but nodded and screeched.

“This is Javy and Ruben.” He finished and you waved at them excitedly, you were doing so much better than what he anticipated. Just then the doorbell rang. “Do you want to go with me to get that?” Maverick asked you nodded and he walked off with you.

“He’s such a good dad.” Javy said

“He really is.” Mickey replied

“She’s so adorable.” Ruben said and everyone agreed with that.

Maverick opened the door and revealed to Natasha “Hey, Nat. This is Y/N. Y/N this is Natasha.” Maverick and she waved.

“You’re pretty.” You said and she smiled.

“So are you.” She replied back and you blushed and hid your face. “She’s adorable, Mav.” She said and he smiled.

“Yeah, she is.” He said and he let her in and then set you down when you wanted to be down and then scampered off while rounding the guys up and roping them into playing some type of game.

“Bob is on his way; he has to stop and do something.” Nat already said knowing his question.

“Nat!” You yelled and she looked over at you and you waved her over.

“Looks like I’m being summoned.” She chuckled and left, leaving Maverick to watch his little girl run and be active while wrapping grownups and a teenager around your finger. Penny was on the side setting food and drinks when the doorbell rang and he went to open it.

“Hey, Bob.” He said and Bob smiled.

“Sorry I was late. I wanted to get something for her.” Bob said

“You didn’t have to do that.” Maverick said

“I wanted to.” Bob said and Maverick sighed there was no winning here. You looked up and saw Bob.

“Bob!” You screeched and ran to him giving everyone enough time to break since you were distracted. They loved playing with you but they needed a break. They didn’t have the same energy as you, well maybe Ameila did but that’s different.

“Hi, Y/N.” He said and bent down and hugged you “I got something for you.” He said and your eyes widened.

“You do?” You asked and he nodded and brought his hand from behind his back. It was a stuffed “I do.” He said giving it to you and you had the brightest smile on your face and then wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you so much!” You said and then scampered off to the rest of the group to show off your pretty wolf as Bob got up.

“You really didn't have to do that but I appreciate it.” Maverick said and Bob smiled.

“Really it was nothing. I saw earlier and had to get her it.” He said and Maverick smiled as they walked to join the rest. The incident that happened before everyone got there was long forgotten.

The cookout was really fun and you were getting tons of energy out while you carried the wolf around. “Daddy, can you hold Simba?” You asked and he smiled.

“Of course.” He said and took it gently and sat on his lap. Of course, you would name the wolf Simba since that was your favorite movie for the time being and who knows it might change.

“Thank you.” You said and scampered off to where Bradley and Jake were waiting for you to play. You continued to play as supper was being made and every now and then you would come and get a drink and then were right back at it. Around 5 PM food was ready.

“Supper is ready!” Maverick hollered out. “Y/N!” He yelled out and you looked up and he waved you in and you scampered over to him with everyone trailing behind. He had already gotten you a plate and had you sit down and eat while everyone else got food and sat where they wanted. As the food disappeared and everyone lazed around you started to rub your eyes and yawn. Maverick had been talking to Bradley, Jake, and Javy when you came up to him.

“I think someone is tired.” Jake said and pointed at you as you walked over to Maverick arms up, hand holding Simba. He smiled and picked you up, you snuggled into him and laid your head on his shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his neck tightly as you clung to Simba and you were out like a light.

“I think you all wore her out.” Maverick chuckled

“More like she wore us out.” Bradley chuckled and everyone agreed.

“She's a wonderful kid.” Jake said

“She's lucky to have you.” Javy added and Maverick smiled.

“Thank you, guys. She's been a major help since the mission. She keeps my mind occupied.” Maverick said and they smiled.

Soon people began to filter out around 9 PM, of course you were tired. They said their goodbyes and comments about you and that just made Maverick smile. He was so glad they approved of you and took you in like you were family. Penny and Amelia were next to last to leave after Maverick insisted that they didn't need to stick around and help besides Bradley said he would and wasn't going to take no for an answer. “I'll start cleaning up while you go and put her down.” Bradley and Maverick nodded as he headed upstairs to your room. When he got there, he pushed the door open and walked in laying you down and quickly getting you changed. He tucked you into bed and you woke up a little bit.

“Daddy?” You asked sleepily.

“Shhhh, it's ok. go Back to sleep.” He said and you nodded and snuggled Simba and he smiled. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and let up “Goodnight, I love you, Sweetheart.” He said and stood up.

“Goodnight, Daddy. I love you.” You said and that brought tears into his eyes as he smiled and cracked your door. He walked back downstairs Bradley looked up and grew a little concerned.

“Are you ok? Is Y/N, ok?” He asked and Maverick smiled and nodded as tears fell.

“I'm ok. She's ok. We’re both ok.” Maverick said Bradley nodded and continued to clean while Maverick helped. Maverick was finally happy and that empty spot in his heart was finally filled. Everything was perfect. As they cleaned, he kept smiling and thinking to himself how lucky he was to have you. When Bradley finally left it was around 11 PM. He locked the door and the back door and closed the curtains. As he exited each room, he turned lights off and walked upstairs and checked in on you one more time and smiled when you had turned and was snuggling Simba. He then left for his room, got ready for bed and climbed in. He fell asleep quickly knowing you were safe.

Goose and Carole were looking down on him and smiled. “He's happy. He's finally happy.” Carole said.

“He just needed someone and he found that person.” Goose said

“She looks so happy with him.” Your mother, Samantha Dakota, said with tears in her eyes.

“She's grown so much. She has warmed up to him quicker than I thought.” Your father, Blake Dakota, said hugging his crying wife.

“You must be her parents.” Carole said, looking at them and they nodded.

“You have such a wonderful girl.” Goose said “So polite.” He said and they smiled.

“I hate that we left her so soon.” Blake said and Goose smiled.

“I get it. I left Bradley when he was 2.” Goose said and they looked at him “Maverick, the man that adopted your daughter, was my pilot. We got stuck in jet wash and went into a flat spin and I ejected and hit my head.” He said and their hearts broke and Caroles's heart all over again. “He blamed himself and I think having Y/N in his life has finally let him get past that.” He said and they nodded as they watched you sleep.

“We were both on a mission and I was Naval Aviator and got shot down and couldn't eject.” Blake said

“I got shot trying to save a little girl.” Samantha said

“Oh, you poor things.” Carole said and put a hand over her heart.

“Is she going to be, ok?” Samantha asked and Carole nodded.

“She's gonna be perfect. Maverick is a good person. He may have been wild in his younger years but he has settled down. She'll never forget you both.” Carole said smiling and they smiled.

“I'm just glad she's calling him dad.” Blake said

“You'll always be her dad and she knows that. She's not replacing you.” Goose said, reassuring him. That put them at ease. They continued to watch over you both. You were in good hands and that's all they cared about.

You and Maverick were finally happy.

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Relationship Quizzes

Relationship: Carol Danvers x Reader Warnings: fluff!!!! Summary: Based off a random prompt: Person B and Person A taking couple quizzes on the Internet. A/N: I just saw The Marvels today and I am HAVING THOUGHTS. This is a short little thing. I was a little tipsy when I wrote this but I had fun. Also - I did take these quiz titles from actual Buzzfeed "relationship" quizzes I found so if they sound fun, they are out there. and it just so happened to work out really cute. You'll see. And I'm not lying about the quiz result in this one shot.

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"What are you up to?" Carol asked as she approached your sitting form. She had just finished some maintenance on the ship while you were cuddled under the one blanket on the bed in her ship. Your laptop was sprawled up on your lap.

"Did you ever used to take those couple quizzes that would come in magazines?" You asked while your eyes remained on the webpage in front of you. You had been browsing some social media when you came across one of those silly but cute Buzzfeed-like quizzes. An idea immediately popped in your head

When Carol asked if you'd like to spend some time in her world, you had eagerly agreed. When you met your girlfriend you hadn't been ignorant to the fact that she wouldn't be like the other girls you had been with and you were constantly amazed by her skills and dedication. So, taking some time off Earth to really see everything, see the galaxy, you were so pleased. But a couple of hours into your adventure you realized you were missing something: WiFi. The internet. Connection. It had taken you a hot minute to figure it out but you got it. And you were quite proud. Carol was a wizard with fancy space technology but when it came to your dedication to the internet, she didn't quite get it.

"Couple quizzes?" Carol repeated and thought for a second. "Like, those ones you'd take to figure out if you and your crush would be together?"

You nodded, eagerly. "I found some online that looks fun." You shifted over on the bed to make room beside you. "Come take a few with me."

Carol laughed and threw down a dirty towel she had been using during her ship maintenance. "What, are we twelve all of a sudden?"

You rolled your eyes and patted the space next to you on the bed. "Babe, come on. Humor me."

Your girlfriend sighed and finally caved. She slid under the blanket, your legs pressed against one another. You shifted the laptop so it was half on your thigh and half on Carol's.

Carol immediately started reading the page pulled up on the computer screen. Her brows furrowed. "'Create An Outfit From Urban Outfitters And We'll Reveal What's Missing In Your Relationship.' Honey, are you being serious?"

You couldn't help but laugh a little at your girlfriend's expression. "Yes, I know it's silly but come on, it can be entertaining."

"Fine, fine," Carol sighed as she took the helm and clicked the 'Start Quiz' button. The first question popped up.

Question 1: Let's start off with picking out a bra.

"Seriously?" Carol smirked.

"You read the title," you pointed out. "You know what you were in for."

"Fair enough," your girlfriend agreed. "Let's go with the white one. Keep it simple."

You agreed and made the selection.

Question 2: Pick a pretty dress.

"Oh, that's cute," you said as you pointed to an off-the-shoulder multi-colored dress.

"It's not bad," Carol agreed, "but you'll be able to see the bra straps and I don't think it'll work with those patterns. We should go with the white one, it has thick straps and it's flowy. Could be comfortable."

Your jaw went slack as you processed Carol's words. "You're taking this seriously now, huh?"

Carol laughed. "If we want to know what's missing in this relationship—as the quiz promises to tell us—we gotta be realistic here."

"Alright, alright," you caved. "White, flowy, thick-strapped dress it is." You selected the photo and moved on to the next question.

Question 3: Won't you need a jacket? Pick one.

"I don't know, will we need a jacket?" Carol asked in somewhat disbelief.

You shrugged. "Maybe it's fall time in the midwest. They didn't really set the scene for this outfit. I say we go with the leather jacket."

"I won't argue with that."

Question 4: Pick some comfy bottoms.

"What? Are they going under the dress?" Carol asked in confusion.

"I mean… Maybe?" You frowned at the computer. "These aren't very scientific."

"I need to manage my expectations. Go with the jean shorts, they should be fine."

You agreed and clicked the high-rise jean short photo.

Question 5: Of course, you can have the shoe of your choice.

"Oh, how nice of them, of course I can have shoes," Carol laughed.

You scoffed. "Stay focused, it's almost over. I think the black slide-ons will work."

Carol nodded. "Ties in with the leather jacket."

Question 6: Lastly, accessories make the outfit, so pick one.

"We are in the homestretch," you announced. "I think we should complete the look with sunglasses."

"Not the purse?" Carol asked.

"We have pockets on the leather jacket."

"You're so smart, babe."

You blushed as you selected the sunglasses and held your breath dramatically for the reveal… And there was nothing.

No results populated. It was blank. Whoever had made the quiz had apparently missed a crucial component.

Carol gasped. "We did all that for nothing?"

You bit your lip to stop yourself from bursting out laughing. "Maybe it means…nothing is missing. We're perfect."

Carol sighed and turned to face you. "My little optimist."

You giggled. "Well, what did you make of these results? Or lack thereof?"

Your girlfriend shrugged. "Maybe it means we're both cursed."

Now you could laugh again. "I actually think we're perfect."

Gently, Carol leaned in for a kiss, which you happily reciprocated.

"Should we try one more?" You asked after your lips separated. "These are really ridiculous."

"But you were right, they are kind of fun."

You smiled. "Awesome, one more it is then."

Carol agreed and gave you a full reign of the laptop. You typed and clicked away with Carol watching you closely. She liked your laptop, probably even like the idea of having it on board, but she never really used it when you offered it up to her.

After some browsing, you finally settled on a neutral but interesting-sounding quiz. "This one could be fun: What Relationship Type Do You Have With Your Partner?"

"There are different types of relationships?"

You nodded. "The quiz says so."

"Well, if the quiz says so," Carol smirked and motioned toward your laptop. "Let's go."

Question 1: How much do you and your significant other talk?

You and Carol both skimmed the options. And settled on the exact same one.

"We talk at least 100 hours a week."

"I can't get enough of you," you admitted and made the selection.

Question 2: How far away does your partner live?

"Oh, this was so not made for us," you laughed.

"Hey," Carol said in faux defence but she started laughing as well. "We make it work."

"Would you say we're in a long-distance situation? Or do we just live far apart but make time to see each other?"

"We make time, right?" Carol asked. Her tone dropped significantly. "I make time to see you."

You gave her a soft smile. "Of course you do, babe. You go beyond what I expect. I mean, I'm in space, right now. For you. With you."

Carol grabbed your hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

Question 3: What do you and your partner have in common?

"I want to say loyalty. Or everything."

"Yeah," you nodded, " but you don't like my music taste. Or my food preferences."

"I'm sorry I'm not into jazz or eating ketchup on scrambled eggs."

"Loyalty it is," you decided.

Question 4: What's one thing you'd change about your partner?

"Kind of a rude question," Carol mumbled. "Absolutely nothing, right? Unless you're going to take this as a chance to admit to me what I don't want to hear."

You shook your head. "Nothing." You could worship Carol. "Nothing at all. I'll take all of you. Flaws, perfections, and everything in between."

Question 5: What's something you'd leave your partner for?

You both read through the responses.

"Communication could ruin us," you pointed out.

"You're always right, babe."

Question 6: If your significant other was sad, how would you cheer them up?

You let out a light laugh at the options under the question. "You either shower me with so much affection when I'm upset or don't know what to do."

Carol lightly bumped her shoulder into you. "I like the more flattering option. You also shower me with affection. I almost have to peel you off me."

"You never peel me off you."

"I love you too much."

Question 7: Your significant other is working themselves way too hard. What do you do?

"Oh, this is so you," you point out to Carol. "All work, I swear."

"I am not-,"

"I am in your bed and you spent hours working on this ship."

Carol humphed. "Well, I'm here now."

"I would say I try to express to you how concerned I am about your…working habits."

Carol agreed, reluctantly. "You are allowed to express them."

"I am. And I will."

Question 8: Oh no – your S.O. is sick! What do you do?

"Soup," you decide as you read the options. "You do like to me soup when I'm sick. And watching movies. I love watching movies with you even when I'm sick."

You saw Carol's cheeks get rosy. "Do you enjoy my soup?"

"Your soup?" You smirk. "I didn't know you owned Campbell's Soup."

Carol laughed.

Question 9: How well do you think you really know your partner?

"'I feel like I know every facet of,'" you read off the webpage.

"Yeah," Carol agreed. "That one."

You placed a quick pack on her cheek. Her skin was still rosy and pink.

Question 10: And lastly, do you see a future with this person?

"Of course," you whispered. "I never want us to be apart even for a second."

Carol said nothing but gave your thigh a tight squeeze. You could've pounced on her then and there.

As you made the final selection, you once again held your breath and waited on the edge of your seat for the result.

This time, it actually worked. A confetti animation decorated the screen as your quiz result populated.

"'The super-love relationship,'" you read off the computer screen, "'Wow, your relationship is like one of those whirlwind Hollywood romances that everyone dreams of having! It's like some sort of fairytale, but it's clearly not fiction.'"

Carol let out a surprised but pleased yell at the results. "We actually are perfect," she noted. "You were right."

You hummed in agreement. "Like some sort of fairytale. That sure does describe how I feel."

"Really?"

You nodded. "Sometimes I can't believe you're real. And that I'm here. And you're mine."

Carol subtly intertwined her hand with yours. "I'm always gonna be yours, babe."

"We're so cheesy," you muttered. "I love us."

Carol smiled. It was so genuine and intriguing. "I love us, too."

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Pure Heroine Series Part Five - A World Alone

Summary: You and Wanda have been friends for years, but now, you're grown up. Nothing stays as it was. | Album Inspired series "Pure Heroine" by Lorde.

Warnings: Mutual Pining, friends to lovers, fluff, some typical trope angst, high school to college, making out, drinking, substance abuse, fighting, implied compulsory heterosexuality.

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You were both trying to convince yourselves that nothing had changed.

That Wanda's attempt to put things right between you had been successful, that the period of fighting had been a common and unfortunate occurrence in your friendship, and that you were back to where you were before, stronger than ever.

Nothing had changed. But everything was different.

The long, complicit looks, the lingering, stolen touches, the conversations about nothing in the early hours of the morning in each other's beds, studying together until you fell asleep, sessions of movies that were getting less and less innocent until you went to sleep with your hearts racing and your skin prickling.

And a month into it, after a stupid bottle game, when you finally kissed.

The first time, during a stupid bottle game with all your friends watching, was taken as a big joke.

Even though Wanda moaned against your tongue, even though you increased the intensity afterward, even though neither of you thought about anything other than this for the next few days.

You were definitely drunk and it was a joke. It didn't count.

The academic routine returned, and two weeks later, Wanda kissed you in her bed.

The end credits of "Carol" were still playing on the laptop screen when she did it - Intense but shy and uncertain. She pulled back at the same second, ready to apologize, maybe make a joke about having let the film overwhelm her when your hand grabbed her neck and pulled her back.

And the kiss was much hotter and hungrier than before, and Wanda melted on your tongue. She responded with everything she had, clinging to your shoulders and whimpering when you pressed your hips together, pinning her to the bed.

How so many years of friendship went by without doing that, she has no idea. It sounds so silly.

One of your hands wanders inside her blouse, feeling her burning skin, and Wanda gets too carried away. She kicks the laptop to the floor, and the noise wakes you out of your trance.

The moment is over because she has broken the computer that has her final article on it and she has to rush to a repair shop.

It's all casual then, whatever this is.

Natasha laughs when you tell her, wanting to know if there is such a thing as a "no-strings-attached make-out with your best friend". She says it's called dating, and you turn pale.

Wanda doesn't talk about it, but she doesn't dismiss it either. She just waits for you to take the first step, and well, after those months of fighting, you're terrified of doing that, that you've somehow got the kiss wrong and are making things up in your head.

So you don't talk about it, even though it keeps happening.

In the bar after Bruce's birthday. Under the fire escape of Maria Hill's apartment at the end of a party. In Bucky Barnes' room when you visit him with all the guys for the weekend.

They're hot kisses that taste like beer. Easy to find excuses to explain. Easy to pretend were the result of a night of drinking.

They happen and they happen for almost two whole months, until summer arrives and there's no more university routine to escape them.

You head home, and Wanda invites you to eat hot dogs at her favorite place from when you were kids.

She giggles into her cell phone while you're driving and your curiosity is quenched in the next second.

"Natasha's talking shit again." Wanda comments, distracted by her cell phone. You look out of the corner of your eye and know she's texting the redhead.

"What do you mean?" You ask with a laugh, turning at a green light.

"Just the usual nonsense." Retorts the other casually. "I told her we were going to Billy's for hot dogs and she teased me by saying it sounds like a date."

It's bait. It has to be. The way Wanda is sitting on the seat, stealing glances in your direction through the rearview mirror, longing for a response.

You don't react at all, in fact, the silence is worse than if you'd told her it was a ridiculous idea.

Wanda swallows her pride and insists; "It's crazy, isn't it?"

You drum your fingers on the steering wheel without looking at her. " Which part?" You retort, and without waiting for an answer, you add: "Nat making fun of us... or us being a couple?"

Wanda can feel her face burning, but she gives a nervous little laugh. "I-I don't know... both?"

You hum, disappointed, and say no more. You turn the corner and arrive at the restaurant's parking lot. You mention getting up, but Wanda fastens your seatbelt again.

"What-"

"It's not crazy." She panted with determination and sincerity. Her eyes sparkle. "I really like you. And it wouldn't be crazy if we dated. It would be great, actually."

You stare for a moment in surprise at the sudden confusion, before sighing with relief. "Took you long enough, Maximoff."

She breaks into a shy giggle, rolling her eyes. "Shut up."

You lean over and kiss her on the mouth. No alcohol excuses now.

It's better than all those before because Wanda knows what this one means. She shivers as it warms up, your hand squeezing her thigh, too close to the inside of her skirt.

When she breaks for breath, you kiss her jaw and pull away.

"I've been in love with you since middle school." You confess affectedly, and her stomach does a complete flip.

She wants to cry, but jokes instead. "And you say I'm the one who took my time."

You chuckle, shaking your head, and look at her with such love that Wanda loses her hunger for food and gains it for something else.

"Let's order takeout." She murmurs before grabbing your shirt to pull your face close again.

You get the impression that you won't be ordering food at all.

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imdoingsortagay · 6 months

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Mastermind

Summary: You can see the way she wants to just let go and give up control, so you form a plan with your girlfriend to do just that

a/n: Here comes your Valcarol x reader brainrot homos

Warnings: Dom! Valkyrie, Sub!Carol, Switch!R, petnames, strap on use, Carol in subspace ? ( yeth)

Word count: 1.6k words

Smut below the cut ! 18+

Both of you could tell the moment that Danvers arrived to New Asgard that she wanted to just let go of all of the stress she was dealing with.

Wanted to just let someone let the reigns but a part of her didn't trust anyone enough to do it. There was a tiny moment between your girlfriend and Carol when Valkyrie had teased her a bit with a pet names.

Most time she'd just brush it off and make some joke back at your girlfriend but for a split second you could see the blonde react to that silly pet name.

" Aye Danvers," Valkyrie says," Everything alright?"

" Yep yep all good," she just says before heading into the guestroom for the rest of the night, leaving just you confused while Val just continues on with finishing the rest of her drink. One part of you wants to question Carol but the other just wants to let her have space to think over things.

You think it over and decide to just as Val.

" Did you see the way Carol reacted to you calling her princess?" You ask with curiosity as she heads into the kitchen to get herself another drink. She wasn't the type of person to do stuff like this, if Danvers needed space then of course she was gonna do just that.

" Honey i think Danvers just needs time to destress," She explains," it hasn't been a relaxing couple of years for the blonde ya know? the best we could do is give her time to relax and if she wants to talk about it, well she knows she can".

" Babe," you pause," this is Carol Danvers we are talking about. The big tough superhero who reacted to you calling her princess of all things. And she didn't make any jokes".

" Hmmm," your girlfriend says to herself," what's your plan"?

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A part of you was unsure as to whether this plan would work with the blonde. She's been staying with the both of you for a couple weeks but her routine doesn't seem to change.

Being the lovely girlfriend she is, Val did most of the work when observing her friends routine. From then you both would plan for the moment that Carol would " Catch you in the act"

" My darling ready for daddy?"

The door to your bedroom is halfway open, just enough for Carol to see the both of you. Val is completely naked besides the strap on with the fake cock around her hips, a favorite one from your collection of sex toys.

" Cmon love," she tells you," use that dirty mouth on daddys cock now".

You waste no time the moment she stands in front of you as you kneel for her, grabbing the fake cock as you start off slow and sensual for her. While the woman above you can't really feel your mouth, it drove her crazy seeing the way that you suck on the cock.

" Cmon darling, Daddy needs that cock to be nice and wet when it goes in your cunt" and right on time when Carol comes back from her midday workout with Thor. Both of you don't hear the door open but Carol can definitely hear the noises you're making in the bedroom.

Working out seemed to distract her from the feeling she got when Valkyrie had made the princess joke. Seeing how dominant her friend was with you had honestly made her a bit jealous, if she had to be honest with herself.

All the one night stands all over the universe didn't help either, just made her want someone she can hand over control to.

Someone who can comfort her, let her be herself instead of the mighty Captain Marvel.

" Fuck your cock tastes so good daddy," Carol is snapped out of her thoughts at the line and she feels her mind going fuzzy. It would be the right thing of the blonde to just quickly walk by to her room but the door is also open so she has to be strategic.

" Be good for daddy then darling and take the rest of me in my mouth," the blonde can hear her friend say.

Curiosity gets the best of her and she slowly peaks through the door to see Valkyrie, very close friend and King of New Asgard fully naked while her girlfriend is also very naked sucking on the fake cock between her legs like it's their dayjob.

" Fuck," she whispers to herself, mind going fuzzy at the thought of suck on the toy along side you.

Forgetting that she was supposed to be hiding from the both of you.

“ imagine if someone saw you sucking my cock baby ? Seeing you act like such a whore for daddy on your knees”.

After years of being with Valkyrie, you knew that she heard Carol walk through the door instantly. Sneaking around the house to surprise or even scare her was something you've gotten used to not being able to do. Carol must be close to your room if Val was talking more while you were sucking her off.

" Daddy," you moan out as you take her out of your mouth," can you fuck me nowwwww?".

" Well be patient now baby," she tells you, " how about you show our special guest here some manners ?".

Carol's thoughts of the two of you are interrupted when she's met with her best friend standing next to her, no shame in being naked in front of you. Neither of them exchange words when Val takes out her hand for Carol to grab and she's led into the bedroom.

" Did you want to join us, Carol?"

The blonde hears you ask and so many thoughts go through her mind at the opportunity to sleep with both of you.

On one part, she can trust both of you and on the other, she's lost so many people close to her that she wouldn't want to ruin the friendship she has with you both. Knowing that if that were gone, there would be nobody else there for her.

" Oh princess," she hears you say, unaware of when you had put on a robe as you scoop her into a hug," Carol don't cry now ".

Val hugs her friend as well, while she might not be able to talk to Carol about her feelings at least she can give her some physical comfort.

" Honey, you know us well enough not to hurt you," Val pauses," not after all you've been through princess. You deserve someone who you can be yourself with and not the big badass superhero everyone knows you as".

" If you allow us Carol," you continue," me and Valkyrie will treat you like the pretty princess you are".

Val giggles when Carol nods, deciding to change the plans last minute to focus more on the blonde and show her just how important she is.

“ Be a good princess and strip for us,” Val orders Carol. The blonde follows the command quickly, like an eager puppy.

“ get on the middle of the bed “, Val says,” baby I want you to eat our princess out so she’s ready for my cock”.

You start of slow with Carol , leaving kisses between her thighs as a mean to not take things quickly. All Carol can do is whine and makes the prettiest noises as you leave kisses all over her thighs.

“ Must have not been fucking in space if you’re already wet from me kissing your thighs baby,” you mumbled and before Carol can respond, you slowly start to go at her folds.

“ no I was but I-“ All Carol can do is moan when you start to rub at her clit, mine starting to go fuzzy while you go down on her. While she did fuck in space there was nobody who seemed to make her feel good , until now.

“ Make her cum baby,” and without a second to waste you enter Carols pussy with one finger. You groan as she lets out the cutest moan when you enter her with one finger , she’s gonna be completely different once your girlfriend fucks her with the toy between her legs.

“ can I have another one -“

“ what was that princess?” Val interruptes Carol as you slowly finger her and continue to lick at her wet cunt.

“ Daddy,” she moans out ,” need more in my pussy , wanna be good for the both of you".

" this is gonna be a good night".

The Next Morning

When Carol has woken up, she didn't expect the both of you to let her sleep in her room, expecting that Valkyrie would carry her back to where she was staying.

If she had to be honest, she really liked being in the middle of you too. Had been years that Carol had been held, been treated like anything other than an Avenger, or an enemy to some people.

" What time is it?" Val says as she wakes up which starles Carol, assuming she'd still be asleep. The noise wakes also wakes you up and you groan your annoyance as you got to check your phone.

" 11am baby," you say in an annoyed tone," i'm gonna go back to sleep with Carol".

" What if our princess doesn't want to go back to sleep?"

" She wants to sleep babe not go out and workout so early on a sunday," you turn a bit to look at Carol," Am i right baby?".

" m gonna stay with y/n," Carol mumbles as you happy scoop up the blonde in your arms to get more sleep.

" Always a brat," Val chuckles as she gets up to get to working out, never one to miss a day .

Carol could get used to being with the two of you if it meant soft moment like this.

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angst: nat cheats on reader… reader sees nat move on with her new lover

Broken Love

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Things haven’t been the same for you since the snap. Natasha grew more distant by the day with no excuses, leaving you to question your worth to her.

AC: Let’s pretend this was posted on Tuesday, thank you! Enjoy!! X

Since you started dating Natasha you never ever thought you'd be standing in front of her right now asking her this question. From the start Natasha has always made you feel on top of the world, never letting you doubt yourself or allow those horrible thoughts you have about yourself to take over your spirit.

She never failed to make you feel truly loved, cared for and wanted. Whenever you were sick, she was there with a warm tea or running you a warm shower, whenever you were having one of your bad days, she reminded you how important you were to her and would hold you close while you cried in her arms. Natasha truly was the person who made your heart skip a beat, the one who warmed your cheeks up whenever she'd wrap her arms around you, the one who helped build hope within you when she'd tell you how beautiful and smart you were.

So why was it, with all these wonderful things, you were questioning her intentions?

After the snap, something in Natasha changed. She could come home later, she'd be gone before you woke up in the morning, she'd barely touch you, kiss you or talk to you, sometimes she'd made the effort to leave the room the moment you walked in. At first you let her behavior slide knowing she was most likely still grieving for her best friend, Clint. But as the weeks went on, she grew more and more distant and eventually you were living in the shared apartment alone.

"Nat, please…talk to me…" you begged with teary eyes. She couldn't look at you, her eyes stay glued to the tips of your shoes. "Did I do something to make you upset? Did something happen that I don't know about?" you asked. Natasha's jaw clenched at your last question, "what is it? What don't I know?"

"Y/n, just drop it. I've told you, things are the compound are just a lot right now" Natasha's eyes finally looking at yours for a couple of short lived seconds.

"I can't" you shook your head lightly, "I just want to know the truth Nat…" you added.

"The truth? You don't believe me? Do you know how much bullshit we had to do since the snap? Since Thanos? You know, not everything is about you right now." She snapped, her brows frowning.

The built-up tears in your eyes finally falling as you confront her with your suspicions.

"I can smell her perfume on you, Nat"

Natasha froze, her eyes searching yours for a hope you were just being silly, "wh-what are you talking about?" she asked.

"Please don't make me do this Natasha… I just…I need to know…have you been sleeping with her?"

The room went silent, Natasha's eyes flickered away, she chewed her bottom lip slightly before taking a seat on the sofa. "Yes" she broke, barely keeping her eye contact with you, "I did" she added. Your heart dropped at her words, you tried to hold back your tears, but it was pointless. "W-who is she?"

"It doesn't matter, Y/n…I shouldn't have done it"

"It does matter, Natasha" you took a deep breath, "it does matter, who is she?"

Natasha looked down at the coffee table in front of her, "it's Carol"

"Carol..." you repeated the name, "how long?"

"Y/n, please don't do this, don't ask these questions"

"How long, Natasha" tears now heavily running down your cheeks.

"Baby, it doesn't matter. It's over between her and I, I promise"

"Natasha just answer the damn question" you snapped.

She sighed, "it happened three times since the snap" she replied, again her eyes flickered away from yours. "When did you last see her?"

"I last saw her before I came home tonight but the last time, we…it was" she paused and stood from the sofa taking a couple of steps closer to you, "it doesn't matter" she spoke.

"Don't touch me!" you stepped back away from her open arms, "This whole time I thought it was me that did something, that I might have upset you!"

"I know baby… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happened, it was a mistake" she pleads.

"No Natasha… a mistake happens once, not three fucking times!"

"You're right, I'm sorry, I really am. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm a fucking idiot, I've hurt you and I can't forgive myself but please…let me fix this"

You shook your head at her words, "Nat, this isn't something you can just fix with your sweet talk and affection! I can't trust you" you turned your back to her making your way to the bedroom. Natasha followed, her heart ripping out of her chest "Where are you going to go?" she asked as you pulled out the small suitcase from the wardrobe.

"That's none of your business" you mumbled as you started to pack some of your clothing.

"Baby please don't go; we can work through this. We'll go to couples counselling, I'll cut all connections with her, I can't lose you" she closed the lid of your suitcase when you tried to put your clothing inside. "You should've thought about that before you decided to fuck Carol three times!" You snapped, pushing her hand away. "You're upset, you have every right to be, I fucked up, but I know you still love me" she watched you gather more of your belongings.

"I can't believe you did this to us, to me! After everything we've been through, you do this? And for what? Why did you do it?"

"I-I don't know… it just happened…I have no excuse"

"So, you didn't even think about me while you were with her?"

Natasha didn't reply. The sound of your suitcase being zipped up was the only sound that killed the silence, "I didn't think so" you blinked your tears down your cheek once more. "Don't go" Natasha reached for your left arm. "I need space, I think it'll be best if you just left me alone" you looked at her one last time before walking out with some of your things. Leaving Natasha to slump herself down on the end of the bed with her head in her hands only to break into tears when the front door closed.

You went to the only person who knew you well enough to understand you. Knocking on her door at 11:32pm, your suitcase behind you and your eyes sore from crying, she answers.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Concern quickly washes over Wanda's face.

"S-she cheated on me Wands" you broke once again. "Oh honey" Wanda pulled you in for a tight hug, "come inside" she spoke when it started to rain. She grabbed your suitcase for you and took it to the guest room as you sat yourself down on her sofa.

"Here" she spoke softly, offering you a box of tissues before she sat down next to you, wrapping her right arm around you as you laid your head comfortably in her lap. "What happened?" she asked.

"S-she said she slept with Carol three times" you replied as more tears filled your eyes, "she didn't even try to give me an excuse for why it happened" you added. Wanda gently rubbed your bicep as you cried in her lap. "I'm so sorry sweetheart" she said softly before brushing the locks of hair out of your face. "I love her so much Wands, but she's broken my trust" you sobbed.

"It's okay honey, let it out" she kept gently rubbing your bicep.

You cried until sleep took over you and eventually you fell asleep in Wanda's lap. She stayed with you until she knew you were deep in sleep before carefully placing a cushion under your head and getting a thick warm blanket from the guest room to cover you.

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In the morning, Wanda was careful not to wake you as she made herself a mug of coffee and some breakfast, soft snores came from her living room as you were still deeply asleep, even the knocking on the front door did nothing to you.

"Nat, what are you doing here?" Wanda stepped out of the house, closing the door over slightly. "Is she here? Y/n, is she here?" Natasha asked. "She is but she's asleep and I don't think she wants to see you at the moment" Wanda replied sternly. "Come on Wanda don't be like that. Don't keep me from her. I know I hurt her, I know I fucked up but it's our business, not yours"

"I heard what you said to Carol, Natasha" Wanda crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh yeah, what was that? That we shouldn't have done what we did?" Natasha frowned.

"You said Y/n wouldn't find out, that she was too in love with you to even notice you were lying to her. Now you and I both know you and Carol have been seeing each other more than three times, so I think it's best that you give Y/n space and let her come to you whenever she's ready" Wanda tilted her head slightly to the left.

"What do you think is going to happen when she finds out that you already knew about it and never told her huh? If you want to play hero Maximoff, you've picked the wrong time to do so" Natasha cocked an eyebrow.

"I didn't know, actually. But after Y/n explained it all last night, it made sense. I've seen the way you and Danvers look at each other, I've seen the sneak aways and coming back 20 minutes later. How you could be so stupid, I don't know. All I do know is that you've crushed her and you being here right now would do more harm than good. Now I suggest you get off my property"

Natasha rolled her eyes, "just tell her I need to talk to her" she said before walking away from the front door. "Oh, and Natasha, I will tell her the truth. She deserves to know" Wanda replied as Natasha was walking. "If you do that, she's never going to talk to me again!" Nat snapped as she turned to face Wanda again. "Well, you had your chance to tell her last night and you still lied, I won't lie to her" Wanda said before closing the door on Natasha.

Wanda didn't want to wake you to tell you that Natasha just dropped by, she let you sleep for as long as you needed while she did some gardening out back to keep from waking you.

When Wanda came back from the snap, she moved out of the compound and brought a large family like home in Westview. She wanted a break from being an Avenger, some time to herself to really process her life since Pietro and like Natasha, she too lost her closest friend, Vision. Wanda quickly fell in love with the normality of her new life, she made friends with her neighbors, she got time to watch her favorite sitcoms and discover new ones which the box set would sit proudly on her DVD display, the walls of her house had photos of those she loved and cared for. Unfortunately, there weren't any of her parents or Pietro, but she made do with buying objects that reminded her of them.

"You've done a great job out here Wands!" you smiled as you held a warm mug of coffee.

"Good evening to you" Wanda looked up from the roses and smiled, "did you sleep well?"

"Surprisingly I did, thank you" you replied before taking a seat at her outdoor table, "I'll start looking for an apartment today and try find something quickly so I'm not in your hair"

"Oh, no, please, stay as long as you need. The guest room is yours for however long you need" Wanda took her gardening gloves off and placed them on the table before taking a seat herself. "Thanks Wands, you're the best" you sipped your coffee.

"I need to tell you something, it's about Nat" Your heart felt like it broke once again at the sound of her name. "She stopped by while you were asleep, she wanted to talk but I told her you were asleep and that you probably needed some time" Wanda started, "I didn't want to say anything last night because you were already so upset and I really don't want to make things worse for you but you need to know, I don't think it was just three times" she adds with a sorry look.

"Oh" you swallowed the lump in your throat, "did you know?" you asked looking into her eyes.

"No" she shook her head, "at the time I didn't think that was what was going on. If I did, I would've said something, you know I would've. But after you told me everything last night, it played on my mind"

There was a moment of silence as you processed Wanda's words.

"Di-did she look happy?" you asked.

"I didn't look at them long enough, I just noticed the way they started to look at each other then it was the random leaving for moments and coming back flustered. I just thought they were doing something stupid to joke around with the boys…if I noticed sooner –"

"It's okay, Wands…I know, you would've said something" you felt the tears build up in your eyes once more, "I'm going to have a shower" you stood from the table, leaving your coffee behind as you walked to the bathroom.

Warm water ran down your body as you sat at the bottom of the stream, your knees to your chest as you cried. Memories of Natasha and you once being so happy flooded your mind now turned into questions of "was she just with her before she came home?", "was she this happy because she just slept with her again?" All these thoughts soon led to "what was wrong with me?" Questions like, "did I do something wrong?", "was she not attracted to me anymore?", "was she no longer happy?". Even the sound of the shower couldn't cover the sound of your sobs as Wanda walked past the bathroom to get her phone from her bedroom.

She hated to see you broken, she herself was furious at Natasha and Carol but knew her anger wasn't helpful to the situation. You needed a friend, somebody who you could trust, and she was that person, even if it frustrated her more that she had to keep herself some telling Natasha her true thoughts.

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It was months before you'd be able to see Natasha again, a few texts here and there was the little communication you gave the Russian spy. Wanda collected more of your things from the building you once called home and encouraged you to see Natasha just one more time, to really talk and sort things out. The pain in your heart didn't seem to get easier, even with time apart from Nat, it still felt fresh. Thoughts of yourself worth would dawn on you during the early hours of the morning between the tossing and turning, trying to keep the images of Natasha and Carol flashing through your mind.

Deep down you knew that seeing Natasha was something that needed to be done, for some sort of closure. Many times, during the week you tried to send her a simple text asking to meet with you but every time your thumb hovered of the send button but never landed on it. Instead, you decided to just go to her. Maybe catching her off guard you would get the truth to your questions, not giving her any time to think of little lies to make the pain hurt less.

The compound felt differently as you walked down the halls, following the sounds of loud laughter coming from the main living room. Your stomach turned with every step that led you closer and closer to the laughter before catching the drop of your already broken heart as your eyes locked onto the scene before you.

Natasha sitting across Carol's lap as the two proudly showed off photos from the photobooth taken at a carnival. Nobody noticed your standing in the door frame, watching the two Avengers laughing at the faces they pulled in their photos. One of Carol's arms draped behind Natasha's neck while Nat's arms wrapped free around the blonde. You knew that talking to Natasha now wasn't going to go as planned, so, slowly, you turned on your heels and walked away.

Leaving the woman you loved behind knowing she was happier with somebody else.

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