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emmafallsinlove · 11 months

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OH MY GOD HAVE YOU SEEN DICKINSON??? i loved it sooo much!!!! 😨😭😭💕 emisue made an actual crumbled piece of paper of my heart, i felt that relationship too closely and more so because of the actresses’ chemistry. like honestly i haven’t seen such a real and emotional media representation in a looong time and that needs to be well recognised! BUT YES the ivy references are SO obvious, it is for sure one of her greatest lgbt+ coded songs and a lot of straight swifties agree that the vibes are unquestionable!!! especially if you’ve watched that show too, like goddamn it just HITS (different) sksksk oh and i love watching fanvideos as well!

no need to apologise for rambling bestie!! i also do it and your replied put my fangirl shoes on lmao but to answer your questions; yes i’m excited about speak now tv because it’s another rerecording plus new content from the vault! though tbh i’m probably more excited about the rest. like i know for a fact 1989 and reputation are gonna bury me alive, i cannot even prepare myself for that. but i agree!!! mine is SO GOOD and it also has lgbt+ vibes imo! along with wonderland and cruel summer ofc, iykyk!! haha my faves from speak now are mine, better than revenge, last kiss, haunted and long live. so those are the ones i’m waiting for the most! ✨

ohh great, i’m a yntcd/me supporter too!! they don’t deserve the slander they get, i really don’t get it! i wish i had a vinyl player though… i’ve always loved vintage stuff and it’s a shame they’re so expensive, but i trust you 100% the sound coming from them must be something unparalleled. OMG wait you have tattoos!!! woah those look SO pretty, i’m obsessed! i’d say i’m more of a piercings girl but me and my gf have been discussing to get ourselves Seven tattoos, so that’s the one i’m wishing for (another great lgbt+ song if you ask me, also cowboy like me!) but my fave is rep, definitely another gay coded album if you just feel it that way… or i’m probably too gay for my own sake and i just like to queer code everything 🤦🏼‍♀️😂

alright this got unexpectedly long and i’m so sorry! please feel free to answer whenever you can and feel like to, no pressure here!! i just got too excited sharing these little things with you and getting ideas for a perfect gift! 💌😋 but i’ll see you soon, lots of love ! - 🌈

hiii hiii <33 sorry it took me some time to answer i had a crazy weekend and i was on vacation so i kind of stayed out of tumblr for most of it!

and yes ofc i’ve seen dickinson! i had like a whole dickinson era, i literally bought “open me carefully” but i haven’t even finished reading it because i’m having so much feels every time i’m opening this book but like. AHHHH how can people just say they were “best friends” or whatever? and i remember when i watched it and i was in my dickinson era i even started writing some draft about emisue + ivy. it’s actually not so popular tv show which kind of makes me sad because she’s soooo good! i didn’t got into the dickinson fandom actually but idk i haven’t seen many edits or headcanons. but ofc in ao3 there are great fics! and yes yes i agree with everything you had to say! the chemistry between the actress was so rare and it one of the best wlw representation we had in the recent years!

god i hope that in 1989 tv she’s gonna add a bonus track of style ft. harry styles because it’s been my dream since 2014 and i literally do not care about anything else. oh, and need (from the leaks) feels like a reputation tv vault to me?? like i feel it in the same vibe of ✨dress✨ but she couldn’t include both so she basically gave up on need for dress but i love dress so much as well so i’m like? i want to have both but. i don’t know if i’ll ever gonna get both, y’know? 😂

also yes now that you mention it rep has some gay vibes i haven’t noticed before!! like dress? getaway car?? gorgeous?? “only bought this dress so you could take it off”??? I MEAN HELLO also in a parallel universe it could be fitting for emisue! hmm maybe i will edit them with dress one day… we shall see….

and omg yeah seven tattoos could be so cool!!! and thank you i really love my tattoos <3 kind of funny to me how both of these songs I tattooed (ivy / august) talking about cheating and having illicit affair in a sense AMFHKFK but out of context i just really love the sentence of “to live for the hope of it all” idk how to explain it

can’t wait to hear from you again!! <3

#im having so much fun with it can we be besties after the event? :(#anon pride swiftie #ask*

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fangirlovestuff · 3 years

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Could I please request a wanda or carol wlw oneshot maybe centered around reader and c/w being penpals and them getting like super excited like carol crashes into the compound at the mention of receiving a letter back or wanda like pauses everything in her own little bubble just to read it in piece meanwhile r has no idea she’s writing to an avenger please?

a/n - at long last, here it is! the last wlw weekend fic! (although it's already been over a week...) i'm so sorry it took this long, but i really liked it and i really hope you'll like it too! enjoy<3

With Love - Carol Danvers x reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: very brief mentions of a car accident and injuries, like two curse words

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Maybe it was a stupid idea, but it's not like you had anything better to do. It was a nice chance to get to know someone, and it was not that time consuming. You didn't really know why, but the ad for the pen pal service just… drew you in.

You had their web page open for days now, but you hadn't signed up, not yet. Now, you were once again staring at it, the light from the computer screen illuminating your face.

Screw it.

You filled out your details, read the terms and conditions. Anonymity guaranteed, the letters will be transferred to the service and only from there to the recipient, so your address won't be known by the other person, neither will your name. basically, you could make up a whole new identity to talk to this person, and they could too, so you'd take everything with a grain of salt, but still, it'd certainly be entertaining.

What's the worst thing that could happen?

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"You want to sign up for a pen pal thing?" Tony snickered. "That's amazing. That's just… wow."

"What? It could be fun," Carol shrugged defensively.

"No, you’re right, it definitely could be," he giggled.

"Come on," she rolled her eyes, "I need a friend who isn't you guys, and it's not like I can just come up to people and go 'hey, I'm captain marvel, how's it going?' can I?"

"Why would you need friends who aren't us? We're awesome! I mean, most of us at least. Actually, no, me and Natasha are awesome. The rest are… well. Fine."

"You're all great," she chuckled, "but I need other friends to complain about you. Duh."

"But if your pen pal friend won't know who you are, then won't complaining about the avengers totally blow your cover?" he smirked.

"I can complain about you without using your names," she argued smugly.

"Okay, you know what, fine," he shrugged, "talk to some crazy person. It's your funeral."

"Well then, I'll be putting the fun in funeral," she grinned, spinning in her chair to continue filling out the "join us" section.

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Dear person who's reading this,

I hope this letter finds you in good health.

I'm sorry, I really don't know how to do this.

I don't want to tell you my name yet, because I don't know you, but I do want to be your friend. Unless you're a weirdo. I'm sorry, I'm probably coming off as a weirdo myself, and I promise I'm not a weirdo. If it's any comfort, I am very mortified at whatever I have just written. But, I've made a rule for myself – I'm not going to overthink this. Honestly, I'm just doing this for fun, so I'm going to have no filter whatsoever, and I'm definitely not rewriting anything. Just so you know. Sorry in advance.

Anyway, if you do want to tell me your name that would be great, but if not I obviously understand. But how are you doing? Is anything interesting going on in your life right now?

Kind regards,

Your friend.

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Well, that was stupid.

You sent it anyways.

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Dear friend,

I don't want to tell you my name either, if that's okay, but you can call me C.

It's good to know you're not a weirdo, neither am I. Also, I never knew someone could ramble in writing (it's cute, it's fine).

My life is… I guess you could call it interesting.

To be honest, I mostly joined this thing because my only friends are the people I work with, and they can be… a bit much, at times.

Last week, one of them nearly burned down the kitchen. He was trying to make eggs.

They can also be really stubborn sometimes. One of them insisted on arm wrestling me even though everyone knew I would win, the idiot. But most times it doesn't interfere with our actual job, we're all decent enough team players at the end of the day.

I have to go, but tell me more about yourself, I don't want to be the only one ranting. Also, I think I'm going to adopt your no rewrites rule.

Kind regards,

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You've been writing back and forth with your pen pal for a while. You told her about your life, she told you a little more about hers. You'd obviously learned she was a woman, and you also told her you were, but apart from that, you didn't really know much about each other. You both kept your descriptions vague, no names or anything, and you each didn’t know what the other did for a living.

You were a friend, and she was C. It was simple.

In between the lines, you could see a lot of her personality. The sometimes-messier scribble of her writing meant she was tired when she wrote the letter, as she'd admitted. You could tell she loved her friends to death, even if they got on her nerves a lot. And she loved her job, which involved helping other people, that much you knew.

I help other people for a living, but honestly sometimes I feel like it's selfish, because I love doing it so much.

That was one of the things she wrote that really stuck with you. She seemed like a really good person.

Not a weirdo, that's for sure.

When you signed up, you kind of did it for laughs, but you were actually enjoying it. It's odd, because you didn't actually know anything about her, but you really did feel like you were C's friend.

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As time went on, you knew more or less when to expect C's letters.

"Okay, so, what do we think?" your friend asked, holding up a shirt.

"It's cute, I guess," you shrugged. "You should get it."

"Really? Don't you think that color's gonna clash with my hair?"

"Okay, then don't get it," you chuckled.

"Seriously, can you help me out here?" she laughed. "C'mon, you've been so distracted all day! What's going on?"

"I'm just… I'm waiting on some mail, and I think it's coming today," you sent a small smile her way.

"Mail? Come on!" she drawled, "I thought it was gonna be a little juicier than that," she wiggled her eyebrows.

"Nope," you chuckled.

"Fine. If that mail means so much to you then it must be important," she shrugged. "Let's go."

You sent an affectionate smile her way, and you said your goodbyes and went your separate ways.

As you were walking to your mailbox, you truly registered what your friend was saying. Truth be told, you had not dated anyone for quite a while. Not ever since you signed up for the pen pal thing, now that you were thinking about it.

Oh.

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Dear friend,

How are you? I hope you're doing good.

I was so happy to hear about that opportunity you got. You sound, well, seem, like a very hardworking person. I'm really happy it paid off.

I couldn't save someone yesterday. They'll be fine, but they were still hurt. Because of me.

I know I don't really talk about my job, but I don’t know. I guess I've just grown accustomed to sharing what's on my mind with you, you know? No rewrites and all.

Anyways, I'm trying to stay focused on the fact that they'll be fine, and that's what matters. Next time I'll be better.

I'm sorry, I'm not in a very talkative (writative?) mood. But I really am so happy for you.

Yours,

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"Why so cheerful, Danvers?"

She mentally cursed the comms. Of course, Tony Stark couldn't use normal comms, no, he had to use ones that also show your face. Like a secured fucking facetime.

"What's wrong, can't I just smile because I'm a nice person?"

"You could," Tony said, "but you have a resting bitch face. And you're not nice, you're the third scariest woman I've ever met."

"Only third?" Carol feigned offense. "Who beat me?"

"Nat and Pepper."

"Right," she chuckled, "of course."

"Anyways, if you're not gonna start flying slower, we're definitely gonna fly right over the compound, so I'd suggest you slow down."

"What's wrong stark? Can't keep up?"

"You know, I'd pay good money to know what's got you this giddy," he deflected, "What do you charge?"

"I don't. I'm not excited," she glared into the camera for a split second before returning her eyes to her environment.

At the sight of the compound, she smirked.

"Are you smirking? Wha-"

Carol sped up until she was right above the compound, then suddenly dove down, cutting Tony's words off as he saw her maneuver through the air gracefully. He abruptly stopped flying forward, cursing under his breath before slowly diving down himself.

By the time he landed, Carol was nowhere in sight.

No, Carol was already in her room, the letter, which had arrived as she expected, already clutched n her hand, a grin on her face as she read it.

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Dear C,

I can't believe you saw a man walking a ferret??? I've realized I have no idea where you're from, but that sounds like a Florida Man to me. Or maybe someone in NYC.

But, I see your ferret guy, and I raise you – a woman I saw on my commute the other day was walking around with an entire cart full of this one book – "The Power of Puppies". It was chock full of just copies of this one book. I asked her if they're for sale, and she just said no.

Honestly, I didn't ask her to elaborate, but I'd like to imagine what she could possibly do with them. Like, maybe she really likes that book and just wants to have a copy of it everywhere she goes? Or leave one in random places for people to find? It really doesn't seem like that influential of a book though.

Maybe that woman was you.

Just kidding, even from my limited acquaintance of you that seems highly unlikely. But I do think about it sometimes – If someone I see on the street is you. I mean, what are the chances? It's stupid, really. Yet I can't help but think what if about every woman I see.

Is it weird that I think when I'll see you, I’ll know it's you?

I probably won't. that's stupid. But, no rewrites.

I hope things are going well for you. You deserve it.

With love,

Your friend.

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Over time, things between you and C got more personal. You shared so much with her – about your life, the people around you. Never details, always feelings, impressions, thoughts. Somehow, even though your relationship wasn't personal, and you didn't really know each other, it felt closer than a lot of other relationships you've had.

When you were feeling down, you wrote her, and even just expressing your thoughts on paper helped. The letter you had gotten several days later also helped you smile.

You tried her best to have the same effect on her, to cheer her up when it seemed like she needed it.

And it seemed like it was working, because you were growing closer and closer. You didn't know if your mind was deceiving you, but you were getting a little… flirty? Not really flirty, but just, well, close.

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Dear friend,

I actually think about meeting you as well. It's dumb, but I have, like, this idea of what you'd sound like. How you'd speak.

But, you know, I still have no actual way to verify you're not a murderer, so I can't exactly suggest to meet you, can I now?

That sounded serious, I don't actually think you're a murderer, th

Well, I overexplained that. And no rewrites, so… Now I'm overexplaining my overexplaining.

Anyway, I hope you're doing well. I am, since I managed to do some good work today. So I'm satisfied.

With love,

P.S. I saw a man with a barbie bicycle helmet on the street today. He was not riding a bicycle. Thought you'd like to hear that.

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You smiled to yourself as you read Carol's most recent letter. It was the first time you had heard, or well, seen her ramble, just like you did in that first letter you sent her.

When you did it, you were mortified. When she did it, it was actually really cute.

For the nth time, you had wondered who she was. What it would be like to meet her.

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It's been two weeks since Carol last heard from you, and she was getting restless. She knew her last letter had been a little, awkward, but no rewrites, so she thought you'd understand that.

At the very most, she thought you'd tease her about it in your next letter. She never thought you’d just… well, ghost her.

She was getting antsy. Usually, she'd get a letter back from you in about three or four days. At first, she'd assumed maybe there was some mix up at the pen pal company, maybe they shipped your letter to a different address, or hers got mixed up and you were still waiting for a letter from her.

In case it was the latter, after a week from when she had first sent the letter, she sent you another one.

Another week went by, and no answer arrived.

So, two weeks by now, and she sent two letters, so probably not a coincidence.

After a couple more days, she broke.

"Tony, I need your help. I need to find someone, and I have very minimal information about them."

"Sounds like a fun mystery, what do you got?"

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The white walls seemed spotless at first. Upon closer inspection over the course of the next few days, you could probably recreate the stains from memory.

"C'mon, when can I get out of here?" you whined as your friend reentered your hospital room, two cups of cheap coffee in her hands. "I feel fine."

"That's cause you're on meds honey," she chuckled.

"Whatever," you scoffed, before remembering what the nurses had told you. "Wait, I can't- you know I can't have caffeine with these meds," you pouted.

"I know. These," she gestured at the cups, "are both for me. I've been here all night, and I didn’t have an excuse to get some sleeping meds like you did. I don't know about hospital beds, but hospital chairs are extremely uncomfortable."

"I don't love that you called my car accident an excuse, but since I owe you big time for staying here, I'll let it slide," you teased, before thanking her more sincerely once more.

It's been about two weeks since the crash. You remembered it now, even though it was difficult to recall for the first couple of days. No one was to blame, but you ended up in the hospital with several severe injuries, which meant it would take some time for you to heal enough to be released.

Still, you never knew two weeks could be this long.

You were constantly surrounded by nurses, doctors, concerned friends, family, and coworkers. And when you didn't have visitors, you slept, or dealt with some paperwork about your ruined car.

In short, you didn’t have any time to really think. Which is why you had only remembered you hadn't written to C for the past couple of weeks yesterday.

You had meant to. The morning before the crash, you laid out the pen and paper and started writing, but you were running late, so you set off to work, saying you'll finish it when you got home. And well, you hadn't been home since.

Yesterday, when you finally remembered it, you considered asking a friend to get you some paper and a pen, and send off your letter, but you already felt like you were enough of a burden, so you let that thought go pretty quickly.

It was one of the reasons you were so anxious to go home already.

A sudden pang of pain in your ribs made you gasp. The meds were wearing off, and soon there'd be another cycle of doctors and nurses coming in to check on you.

There were three stains on the ceiling that looked like a smiley. Its smile looked like it was mocking you.

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Carol burst through the main doors, making everyone turn their heads towards her. Tony was only a second behind her, grabbing her shoulder to make her slow down.

"Relax," he murmured, as he led the both of them towards the receptionist. The room around them dissipated back into lively conversation. Someone probably recognized them, but Carol couldn't care less.

"I can't relax, Stark," her jaw clenched, "because I'm meeting someone I care about for the first time, and that someone is also injured."

"I know, I know, but two avengers storming into a public hospital will be memorable enough without actually beating someone up, which you look like you're about to do."

Just as he finished his sentence, they reached the reception stand, where they were greeted by a smiling receptionist who directed them in the direction of your room.

Carol was all but running down the long corridors, but when she finally saw your room number, she stood still.

"Earth to Carol?" Tony waved his hand in front of her face. Quicker than he could see, she caught onto his wrist and flung his hand away, glaring at him. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

When you heard a knock at the door, you frowned. You were talking with your friend, and a nurse had just been in your room two minutes ago, what could they possibly want now?

"Come in!" you said, your friend and you exchanging a confused look.

The door slowly opened to reveal… the avengers?

"Hi," Captain Marvel said, slowly entering. Behind her was Tony Stark. They stood there for a couple of seconds before any of you spoke.

"Is this some 'coming to the hospital to help kids and get PR' thing?" you finally spoke up, "Cause if it is, you got the wrong room." You chuckled, gesturing at yourself, "not a kid."

"Would've been weird if you were," Captain Marvel blurted out, making Tony chuckle behind her, hurriedly attempting to conceal it with a cough. Clearly, it wasn't quick enough for Carol, who gave him a deadly glare.

"You know what," Tony said, "how about you two talk, and I'll get your friend here a coffee," he smiled, walking towards your friend and grabbing her hand.

"Oh no need, I've already had tw-"

"Have fun!" he cut her off, practically dragging her out of the room, leaving only you and her.

"I'm sorry," she started, "I probably should've started with why I'm here, not with the stupid thing I, uh, said before. Also, I should've gone alone and not brought that dumbass." She gestured at the door where Tony had just left. "But, you know. No rewrites," she chuckled, looking at you hopefully.

It took a second for you to register what she was saying. Carol felt like it lasted forever.

"So C was for… Captain Marvel?" you finally asked, disbelief written all over your face.

"Well, I was thinking it was for Carol, but it works both ways," she chuckled.

"How did you find me?" you smiled in wonderment.

"Tony helped with that. Did some computers stuff with the pen pal service," she shrugged. "Look, I'm really sorry. I know you kept your life private, and your name and stuff. I wouldn't have done this, but when you didn't answer for two weeks, I... I was really worried. And not for nothing, I see," she pointed at your many bandages.

"Yeah," you agreed softly. "But it'll be fine. I'm sorry I didn't answer, I know if it would've been the other way around I probably would've been very worried too," you smiled bashfully. You still couldn't believe it, what are the odds. Captain freaking Marvel.

"So, um. I already know your name, and you know mine," Carol smiled, "so do you want to get to know each other… in reality? I mean, this is a weird question to ask, isn't it? Cause I feel like I know you already, and obviously I don't mean right now, when you get bet-"

"It's not a weird question at all," you cut her off, giggling. "And I would really like that."

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When you finally got cleared to return home, you found the second letter Carol sent waiting for you. You already had her number, but, curious, you opened it anyways.

Dear friend,

I know we don't really send letters twice, so it's a little impatient of me. But I haven't heard from you in a week, so… are you alright?

There was probably a mix up at the service or something, or maybe you just didn't feel like writing me after my absolute mess of a letter last time (although I did think you'd like the barbie helmet man).

Anyways, it's probably nothing, but… I'm worried about you.

I don't know if it's weird, cause I never met you, but I really care about you. Please at least tell me you're fine, even if you're tired of writing me. I would be really bummed if that's the case though. I guess there was a part of me that wanted to meet you in real life someday, but if you're tired of me that won't happen.

I hope to hear from you soon.

With love,

You smiled to yourself as you read over the lines. When you finished, you took out your phone to text Carol.

I'll never get tired of you.

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