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i've pointed this out in several other spaces but i need to talk about it here too

do you know what is the most exciting, interesting, love confirming thing about this moment? it's that carol's not just sifting through photos trying to piece her life together - in this particular moment she moves the group photo out of the way just slightly. just enough to get a better look at maria and nothing else

her entire life has been torn from her and she's not even interested in herself in this moment. it's maria she wants to see, maria she's interested in, maria she gets a good look at and then (right after this moment) is shown smiling about

I have never felt more connected to Carol than in The Marvels. In the first movie, the main thing that drew me in was the scene where a man told her to give him a smile and she just brushed it off, because that very same thing happened to me years before Captain Marvel. I was in a public transport, minding my own business, when a man suddenly came up to me and said, “what’s with the long face? How about a smile?” I just gave him a stink eye and ignored his bullshit but believe when I say all I really wanted to do was what Carol did in the deleted scene. This shit happens irl and for men to think that Carol breaking The Don’s hand was over the top was just mildly infuriating.

And then The Marvels happened.

I’ve seen the movie twice now, and despite its flaws and a couple of loopholes, what struck me was how Carol deal with the challenges and emotions, and not wanting people to see her vulnerable side. I’ve never seen any superhero in the Marvel universe that is deeply flawed and relatable as Carol. She was intimidating and somewhat introverted, yet funny, smart and brave.

I especially liked the tender moments between her and Monica, and her and Maria. Those scenes hit me like a motherfucker.

When Monica had that look in WandaVision about not wanting to talk about Carol, it puzzled me what happened between these two that made it seem like she hated Carol. So when she finally confronted Carol in The Marvels about Carol breaking her promise, it just made me think about my own parents. About how they kept saying they—my family—will always be there for me, yet never fails to leave me hanging when things get tough. When Monica repeated to Carol what she promised her when she was a little girl it broke my heart because I could totally see that little girl still hurting over the fact that the person she looked up to growing up weren’t even there when she came back after the blip. But then we panned to the next scene, explaining what really went down between Carol and Maria.

I lost my mother to cancer as well, so seeing this scene for the first time really put tears on my face. The way Brie’s voice cracks as she delivers Carol’s line, as well as how she wants to appear tough for Maria was so heartbreaking. It made me appreciate Carol Danvers more. In the first movie, one of people’s complaints about Captain Marvel was how “stoic” and “wooden” Brie’s acting was—which, let’s all be honest here, was a total lie because that’s exactly how Vers should be: devoid of emotions—The Marvels perfectly showed Carol’s human side. And if you can’t see that just based on these two scenes alone, then perhaps you’re right, The Marvels is not for you.

Hey there suga! So my carolmaria is finished and no background with this one, the only thing you need to know is a conversation was had but not finished about Carol having to leave...Enjoy!!

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Will You Stay?

Carol remembers.

Remembers the mesmerizing feel of soft and lush lips against her own.

Remembers how supple and luscious her body is beneath hers.

She remembers Maria is dominant in every aspect of their lives.

Except one.

This.

This…was her domain.

It’s the first moment of privacy all day and the tension in the room is thick, a fog of lust and need. You are in the doorway, shoulder leaned against the frame, eyes ravenously raking over her body. Maria is seated at the table, back leaned against the windowsill, arm draped over the back of her chair. Her casual demeanor belies her racing pulse, you can see it throbbing a frantic rhythm at the base of her neck. It’s good to know you are not the only one affected by the mere proximity of the other. Eyes locked in a heated gaze, you move first, slowly stalking across the room towards Maria, hand outstretched.

“Come here.”

The command is simple, but a small noise escapes Maria and her eyes are heavy lidded as she rises from her seat at the table.  Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before the bottom is caught between her teeth as her fingertips finally meet yours.  The touch is electric, your fingertips grazing along her palm and up the length of her arm before gripping the backs of her biceps and pulling her firmly against you. A gasp escapes her as your bodies meld together from chest to knee and your lips begin to consume hers in a languorous kiss. Your hands begin to wander, over her tank top and then under, caressing every satin inch of skin they could reach. They settle briefly on her breasts, kneading the pillowy flesh there, thumbs tracing and flicking at her pert nipples.

A shiver courses through her body and she whimpers against your lips as her nipples pebble beneath your touch. You can’t resist the urge to take the hard buds in your mouth, breaking the kiss to pull her tank top over her head and trail wet sloppy kisses along her neck and across the swell of her luscious mounds. Teasingly you graze the tip of your tongue around her areola, circling closer and closer towards her aching nipple before slowly encompassing it in the moist heat of your mouth. Maria is panting softly, her arms snaking around your shoulders. From one globe to the other, your mouth continues its assault, suckling, tongue swirling, as your hands glide over her ass and squeeze. The sound of her moans and the feel of her grinding her hips into yours is almost your undoing, your hands are on the move again.

Your grip on her waist tightens in one hand as your other slides palm down over her taut stomach and beneath the waistband of her panties. A hiss escapes you as you peel back the damp lace and run two fingers through her slick heat, she is soaking wet, more than ready for you. The pressure is feather light as you caress her clit, circling her pulsating nub a few times before dipping lower to tease at her slick entrance. Her moans are soft and sweet as her forehead falls forward onto yours. Up and down your fingers glide, swirling around her nub and probing into moist heat.

“So tight… so wet for me…”

The barely there touch is slowly driving the both of you insane, but the aggression edging brings out in her is like a drug, you crave it, need it, now. You increase the pressure just slightly, focusing your ministrations on her throbbing pleasure point as her lips take yours in another searing kiss. The kiss is hard and rough as your tongues battle for dominance and her hands slide from your shoulders to cup your neck. You increase your attentions, pressing her clit in hard tight circles and her mouth falls slack as her moans intensify. Already an orgasm is approaching, you can feel in the increasing tremors in her legs, hear it in her ragged breaths. A few more circles and your hand stills and you can’t help but smirk as her frustrated groans fill the air. Desire burns bright in her eyes as she grabs you by the scruff of your shirt and hauls you in for a passionate kiss, all the while backing up towards the table. As soon as her legs touch the frame you are lifting her, placing her on the edge and she is pulling you in impossibly closer.

Maria remembers too.

Remembers the captivating feel of suntanned skin against her own.

Remembers the fire in Carol’s eyes as she called her Captain.

She remembers the ecstasy that awaits her, awaits them both.

She only has to hand over control.

It’s been so long, too long, since you’ve been kissed like this, touched like this and Carol’s touch is igniting a raging fire deep within you, teasing you, but two can play that game.

“I’m all yours, Captain.”

Her eyes narrow and her nostrils flare as she pushes you down to the table. She makes short work of removing your coveralls, but she leaves the thin little strip of red lace in place. Her hands massage your breasts as she peppers kisses around your navel and down your happy trail making you quiver in anticipation. Her hands begin to slide down your torso as she drops to her knees before you, still showering your body with kisses while lifting your legs and placing your feet on the edge of the table. Two fingers spread you open as she bites her lip and takes a moment to admire your glistening folds before diving in tongue first. You can’t help but to cry out at the sensation, her tongue is sinfully swirling, tenderly flicking at your clit before slurping it into her mouth.

“Oh my God" you pant, feeling a warmth begin to tingle anew in your lower abdomen.

Swirl, slurp, pop, over and over, Carol persists in her onslaught. Her grip around your thighs tightens as you begin to grind your pussy into her mouth, desperate to increase the pressure. You can feel her responding moan vibrating deep within your core. Her tongue slides down your slit and briefly enters you before licking back up and circling your clit once more and repeating the motion all over again. The slow build is driving you wild, winding the coil in the pit of your stomach tighter and tighter. This time when Carol slides her tongue down your slit, she stiffens it and presses forward, languidly tongue fucking you while her nose nuzzles at your clit, she is urging you ever closer to the edge. And then she stops.

Your frustrated growl is cut off as she is on her feet in a flash and hauling you in for a breath stealing kiss. In the back of your mind, you faintly register her wrapping your legs around her waist and lifting you from the table, you are lost in the exotic taste of your essence mingled with her on your tongue. You break apart from the kiss in a gasp as the coolness of the duvet greets your back, you don’t know when she made the move to the bedroom and you don’t really care, all that matters is Carol and the wicked sensations she is eliciting within you. Her lips are on your neck sucking, tongue twirling around your pulse point while her hands deftly massaging your breasts, thumbs tweaking at your nipples. She moves to slide down your body, kisses and hands trailing downward, when you tighten your grip with your thighs around her waist and drag her back up.

“I want to feel your body on top of mine.”

Maybe you pulled her a little rougher than necessary, but you feel her smirk against your skin as her hands continue to slip down and wet hot kisses trail up to your ear. One hand fastens onto your waist while the other continues down, fingers skating through your slick folds, pressing hard into your throbbing bundle of nerves before teasing at your entrance. Her lips lock onto yours and your moans are swallowed up as she thrusts two fingers fast inside, fingertips pressing into your deepest places. She stills briefly to give you time to adjust, tongues still dueling in a sloppy kiss, but your walls are clenching around her, drawing her deeper inside and your hips already grinding up, chasing her as she pulls almost completely out.

“Caaptain pleease" you mumble against her lips.

Carol immediately launches into a pounding rhythm as she nuzzles along the column of your neck and presses soft kisses just beneath your ear, her moans are gentle and whispering as she takes her pleasure in your body while yours reverberate in the air around you. Ecstasy is dripping off you in waves, much like your essence is dripping from her hand, she’s stroking that spongy spot, her spot, deep within you with every thrust, sending tingles of bliss straight into your soul. The slight twist of fingers as they bury themselves in your spasming heat has you almost feral in your need and her murmured praises are sending you higher and higher, you are right on the cusp of release. Your body arches up, nothing but your shoulder blades and the tips of your toes touching the bed, your entire being has begun to tremble. Her rhythm never falters as you plummet over the edge, your mind and body in a state of pure rapture, her name a litany from your lips.  

“CaarolCarolCaarol”

She is there, lovingly guiding you back to earth, still whispering sweet nothings to you as she shifts positions. When Carol leans back against the headboard, you follow, resting your head in the crook of her neck. Her fingers find their way into your hair, brushing the damp strands that clung awkwardly to your face behind your ear. “Every time I look at you, I can't help but hope you feel the same butterflies in your stomach when you look back at me. You make me fall in love with you all over again. I love you, Maria. And that’s why I have to leave.”

“Well, I love you too, I don’t think I could ever stop loving you, and that’s why you have to stay. This love we have is worth fighting for...anything is possible when we do it together.” you whispered to her, so close that she could feel your breath on her skin.

“Will you stay?”

I really, really, really hope Marvel doesn’t try to sweep Carol’s connection t to Maria and Monica to the side. Or try to make it seem like Monica’s anger/frustration towards Carol isn’t justified. Even if they don’t confirm that Maria and Carol were girlfriends or wives (which it’s right there! stop being cowards!) there is no denying that the three of them were a family and loved one another. So I’m hoping in the Marvels Monica and Carol hash out their feelings over multiple conversations that really show how important Carol was/is to Monica and Carol viewed her relationship with the Rambeaus.

Where’s your head at? In the clouds. Where’s yours? On my shoulders.