summary:Shitty, shitty bars can still have pretty, pretty bartenders.
Carol’s got a night off and you work as a bartender while you study to become a statistician. A one-night stand situation.
pairing:Carol Danvers x Reader
words:2,592
trigger warnings: one-night stands, daddy kink, light choking, strap ons, angst if you really squint
notes:this was written for @shay-iamiam ‘s 800 follower writing challenge. my prompt was “i have a name, and it’s not sweetheart” and has been bolded within the fic !!
The walk is about three and a half blocks, the hood of her AIR FORCE hoodie pulled up the whole time as if to dare any pick pocket and low life in the city to test her self-defense abilities. Nobody she passes looks at her for more than half a second, just how she wants it.
In front of her destination is a neon sign that’s nearly dulled - as if too old to support its own brightness anymore. It’s almost hidden among the other, flashier billboards and car lights and God knows what else the civilians in this town use to be seen these days. Regardless, it catches Carol’s eye.
