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[makeyoumine69]

Destroy Me

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: Your first interactions with Mr. Bateman, your potential owner, made you sure that he's a sick dangerous man.

◥ WARNINGS: 18+/ NSFW │dark content, non-consensual touching, kidnapping, misogyny, human trafficking, Patrick grabbing a handful of reader's p*ssy, teasing, nipple play, toxic and obsessive behaviour, swearing, humiliation, dirty talk, pet names.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 2k

◥ A/N: The dark vibes of Mr. Kitty's songs seem like paradise to me. I hope you like this chapter, thank you for the reading! Big thanks to my dear @lissasharp for the help!💞

◥ SONG REC: Mr.Kitty - Destroy Me🖤

◥ LINKS: [Shadow Lady Masterlist⛓] [Main Masterlist]

A dark desperation occupied your mind, not giving you even a chance to think about any viable options to run away from this place.

With your hands pressed against your chest, you heard the door closed behind your back, that sound remained in your head for a long time. Shaking like a leaf, you were following the ‘boss-lady’, moving through the barely lit corridor to the place where that awful man was waiting for you.

“Now, listen here, (Y/N),” she paused near the big wooden door. Her face looked so tense, when she turned to you and added: “If you don’t want to get into trouble, you better behave yourself.”

“Or what?” you questioned, curling your fingers into a fist. “You will kill me like a dog?”

The boss-lady just giggled in response, and there was something really evil in the way she did it. Slowly, she opened the door before you; the dark smirk never left her face. “Come on, get in.”

With a sharp breath, you made one step into the void, sensing millions of shivers running down your spine, and it was not because of the cold. To your surprise, the room turned out to be a marvelous place, you could even say it was pretty luxurious with all of this expensive furniture and big antique lamps. 

Pulling yourself together, you looked over the people, sitting in the leather armchairs and smoking their cigars. One of them was that ‘customer’, who just bought you, but this thought still couldn't implant within you; it never would. Another guy looked much older compared to the other, his eyes were shamelessly gliding all over your body, and that made you almost cry out in disgust, as you wanted to run away from here more than anything in your life.

“You have a great taste, Mr. Bateman.” The old man asserted, puffing on his cigar and crossing his legs.

“I know,” he replied before taking some papers. “Can’t see any dates though…”

“Don’t worry! These documents are most recent, and the information is beyond relevant! We just used some… Well, a friend of mine did it to avoid any problems with the law…”

“Uh-huh,” Bateman nodded, inhaling the smoke of his expensive cigar. For all this time, he didn’t even glance at you. “If any of these aren't true,” he pointed at the documents as he put them back on the small table between the armchairs. “I think you already know what will happen to all of you. Don’t cha?” Patrick smiled and looked at the man next to him, and then at the boss-lady; she was obviously so scared of him–you could hear her rapid breathing behind your back.

“O-of course, Mr Bateman…”, the old guy swallowed hard, losing his tie a bit and kept blubbering: “But I assure you! We care about our customers, therefore ensure you high-quality service and-”

“I got it,” Bateman cut him off, taking the last sip of his whiskey. Only now, his hazel eyes found your lost ones, and the picture of your frightened face caused his lips to curl into a pleased smirk of satisfaction. “Now, I want to finish things and conclude this transaction.”

“I brought the girl!” The blue-eyed woman suddenly blurted out, and you almost flinched in your place.

“Thank you, but I’m not blind,” Bateman chuckled, turning to the old man once again. “Can everybody just get out of here, please? I don’t want to make my girl embarrassed.”

My girl?

Hugging yourself, you shriveled from these words, expecting nothing but the horrible things, which were going to happen so soon, you didn’t even have time to prepare yourself, but was it even possible to be ready in such a situation?

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bateman,” the guy paused as he was so afraid to say what he was planning to. “But according to our rules we can’t leave you alone to avoid any accidents and-”

“I’m ready to pay half of the price right now,” Bateman almost spit in the old man’s face as he picked up his case to get the money; you’ve never seen such thick wads of cash. “Besides, I don’t want anyone to gawk at her. Is that enough?” Carelessly, Patrick threw a few wads of cash on the table, waiting for the answer.

The boss-lady and the unknown guy looked briefly at each other, before he consented: “All right, but you have limited time-”

“Leave already.” Patrick husked and puffed on the cigar, his lips tensed around it from anger, so you could almost see his white teeth. 

After a while, there were only two of you in the room. 

Trembling, you couldn’t look at anything but the floor, as your heart was beating so fast, it was almost painful.

“What a bunch of stupid dicks,” Bateman laughed abruptly, leaving you completely confused. “Doll… You can’t even imagine how lucky you are… That I’m going to take you out of here. Trust me, this place is worse than hell.”

Did he really expect you to fall on your knees and kiss his feet for his generosity? Arrogant son of a bitch…

“All right, (Y/N). Let's forget the formalities,” Patrick sat himself more comfortable in his armchair, throwing his one leg on another. “Take your clothes off. Let's see what you got.”

You had to clear your throat before speaking, as it felt like your mouth was full of sand: “Excuse me?”

Patrick let out a tired sigh, rubbing the bridge of his perfectly shaped nose. “Do you want me to do it myself?”

“No!” you almost screamed, when you watched him standing from his place. “I’ll do it… Just, don’t touch me, please…”

Saying nothing, he put on that devilish smile again, leaning on the back of his seat, his hands were thrashing around his knees in undisguised anticipation. 

Timidly, your shaking hands reached the clasp of your bra. Before you eventually undid it, you cast a scornful gaze at him, sensing how anger and despair were mixing up in your blood. It seemed like your heart fell down on the ground along with your bra, when you heard his deep exhale.

“Mm-mh, keep going, doll.” His voice definitely got lower on some octaves.

Totally embarrassed, you were trying to convince yourself to do what he ordered, with no reflection or sorrow–your life was in danger, that was the actual point.

With one quick motion, you pulled down your panties, leaving yourself fully exposed in front of that smug bastard, whose eyes now were dark as the midnight sky. But, despite your sudden surge of boldness, your hands were instinctively trying to hide your naked body from his vision, inducing the corners of his lips to twitch in amusement. 

Scoffing haughtily, Patrick shook the glass to make sure it was empty, asserting: “You don’t need to be ashamed in front of me, honey,” Bateman opened his arms expansively and finally smiled with his usual delight. “(Y/N), you belong to me now,” he directed, looking into your scared eyes. “Every little piece of your body belongs to me. So, be an obedient girl and turn around.”

“Just turn around?” Why did you even ask that, damn?

“You can bend over, after you turn around. I want to see what I’m paying for.” All of your insides seemed to tighten like a string and your knees nearly buckled. 

Breathing sharply, you spun around and did what he told you to, with your eyes watering by the second.

“Spread your legs wider,” Patrick pressed his elbows against his knee, leaning on them, as he couldn't stop looking at your luscious unused pussy. When you did so, he claimed: “Such a good girl… Can’t wait to find out how it feels to be inside of this innocent little hole.”

By saying that, Bateman stood up and got closer to you, right when you turned around, so you nearly bumped into his solid frame. 

“A-ahm, Sorry… I…” You froze, with your hands pressed against your breasts and your mound, as you were trying to cover yourself. Goodman, he was so tall and broad, he was towering over your like a fucking skyscraper. 

“It’s okay, Sunshine,” he carefully stroked your cheek, wiping away your tears. “We’ll have a lot of fun together…” slowly, his finger traced down to your clavicle, and then you flinched from the feeling of the soft fingertips, brushing along your cleavage. “And, I promise, I’ll make you happy...”

“Please, d-don't…” you sobbed out loud, when he possessively took your hands away to touch your taut nipple. “S-stop!”

“Such a subtle blossom,” Bateman was about to kiss your lips, but he stopped himself. Instead of it, he pinched your engorged peak, making you moan barely audible. “No one ever touched you like that?”

Breathless, you wanted to grab his hands and push them away, but you were too scared of him being angry. Desperately stifling the upcoming nasty sounds, which were languishing in your chest, you had to sink your nails into your delicate skin almost till the blood. 

Meantime, Patrick seemed not going to stop his ravenous assault on your quivering little body, as he pressed his other palm against your belly, tickling you a bit, making you wince and he couldn't help but snigger in enjoyment. All of your coy reactions were turning him on like nothing else in this cynical corrupted world. 

“Mr. B-Bateman…” shivering under his touch, you felt yourself so abashed by how your body was responding to his caress. “Enough… I… I beg you, ahh-”

A strange, but insufferable blissful sensation hit your mind like a lightning strike, when Bateman reached your sensitive clit, giving it several rubs. With every second, his ministrations were becoming more and more persistent, inducing you to close your eyes and bite your lip to suppress a loud moan from the longing feeling in your lower belly.

“You like it, don’t you?” Patrick asked, watching you struggling with yourself.

“No…” you whimpered, but he only simpered in response, before trapping your blushing nub between his sneaky fingers, rhythmically massaging it. “Aa-aww… Mr. Bate-”

Selfishly, he shushed you with a palm, leaning over to your neck to inhale your sweet scent and lick your touchy skin. And then, Bateman suddenly blabbed:

“What is that?” squinting, he traced a thumb along the artery on your throat. “A scar?”

Vexed, Patrick removed his hand from between your legs and you could finally heave a sigh of relief. “Yes… I've got a couple of scars…”

“Couple?” he issued in a stern voice, looking at you from above. “Who dared to touch such a sweetheart like you-”

“Mr. Bateman, are you done with inspecting?”

You both recoiled from unexpectedness, before he retorted: “Yes, come in.” 

When the door clicked, you watched him concisely sucking up his fingers, which were slightly covered in your juices–that scene made your cheeks inflame with humiliation.

“So… What do you think?” The bitch with blue eyes asked, staring at your naked body absolutely emotionless. 

“I’m not gonna pay twenty-five thousand for her, cause she has several scars,” Bateman stated, strolling away from you to take his cigar. “Let's make a deal. Twenty thousand.”

“Twenty-three-”

“Twenty thousand, that’s my last word.”

For some period, they were looking at each other like two predators before their deadly jump, but then you heard the boss-lady’s lament. “Argh, all right! Twenty thousand…”

“Wonderful,” Patrick exclaimed, opening his case once again and taking out the rest of the money. “That’s all?”

“Yes, Mr. Bateman… I’m glad we negotiated,” right after her words, you saw a group of unknown men, entering the room. Then, one of them handed her a thick folder with some papers. “All information about her is here.”

She came to the table, took the money and put down the folder. Everything that happened next, you didn’t remember, as someone pressed a cloak of fabric to your mouth, making you black out and limp.

“Hey, careful!” Bateman shouted, pointing at your direction with a finger. “Was that necessary?”

“She’s very troublesome, it’s for her own good. Believe me.”

“Wait, I will carry her…” overprotectively, Patrick reached your unconscious body and took you in his arms, before musing: “Don’t worry, Dear. Soon, you will be at home.”

[daily-coloring]

Best of 2023 - TV Series

I think I watched over 50 TV shows this year and most of them were great which means, the making of this list was hard and took me a few days and I'm still not sure about the order.

01. Deadloch - Season 1. - "Welcome to the Tasmanian town of Deadloch! It’s the site of a simmering culture war between the blue-collar, old-school residents and a recent influx of lesbians who’ve put the place on the map, bringing performance art and gourmet nose-to-tail dining with them." - Vanity Fair

02. The Woman In The Wall - Miniseries - "People think that this couldn't happen again. Then they forget that the last laundry closed in 1996. It wasn't medieval times. The f**king 'Macarena' was in the charts." - Philippa Dunne

03. Nolly - Miniseries - "This show follows Nolly through the very public sacking and its fallout, and paints a sympathetic and adoring picture of the woman behind the headlines. Bonham Carter sails through this as if on the campest of clouds, but also beautifully articulates the grief behind the glamour. Nolly is part of the old guard, the oldest of guards in fact – she was the first woman ever to appear on colour television. " - The Guardian

04. The Newsreader - Season 2.

05. Heartstopper - Season 2.

06. Mood - Miniseries - "Like Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s Fleabag and Michaela Coel’s Chewing Gum, Lecky’s Mood started life as a one-woman show on the London stage; she debuted Superhoe at the Royal Court in 2019, with the Standard describing her performance as “a revelation”. That’s probably where those comparisons should end, though, as Mood is a very different beast, and not just because of the aforementioned musical interludes. The darkness in this story isn’t necessarily mined for laughs (though our deadpan lead Sasha can be savagely funny, just like some of her brutal song lyrics) and there’s a real sense of precariousness at its heart." - Evening Standard

07. Workin' Moms - Season 7.

08. Blue Lights - Season 1.

09. The White Lotus - Season 1. and 2.

10. Ted Lasso - Season 3.

11. Starstruck - Season 3.

12. The Following Events Are Based on a Pack of Lies - Season 1. - "The show touches on some serious themes around abuse, misogyny and gaslighting, but it is so compelling because it doesn’t forget how much fun there is in the art of the con." - The Guardian

13. The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart - Miniseries

14. The Night Agent - Season 1.

15. The Dry - Season 1.

16. Foundation - Season 1. and 2.

17. The Change - Season 1. - "Bridget Christie writes and stars in The Change – her sitcom debut – as Linda, a much put-upon wife, mother and retail worker who reaches a crisis point at her 50th birthday party. It’s not just the menopause. It’s also the cluelessness of her husband (Omid Djalili), the open disdain of her teenage children and society’s general denial of the full humanity of older women that pushes Linda over the edge." - The Guardian

18. Sex Education - Season 4.

19. Fleishman is in Trouble - Miniseries

20. Slow Horses - Season 1. and 2.

21. The Last of Us - Season 1.

22. The Fall of the House of Usher - Miniseries

23. Fisk - Season 1. and 2. - "You can tell Fisk is an old-fashioned sitcom just by looking at it. That goes beyond Fisk’s awesome brown pants suit; the visuals here are firmly in service to the story (and to the jokes) rather than feeling like a cinematographer’s audition reel. The locations are basic – an office, a café, Fisk’s temporary Air B&B home – and filmed in a straightforward way that never detracts from the comedy. For audiences used to expensive production values and flashy locations this may take a little getting used to, but the effort is most definitely worth it." - ScreenHub

24. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel - Season 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

25. The Diplomat - Season 1.

26. Gen V - Season 1.

27. Secret City - Season 1. and 2.

28. Severance - Season 1.

29. Wolf - Miniseries

30. The Crown - Season 5.

31. Shrinking - Season 1.

32. Three Pines - Miniseries

33. Beef - Miniseries

34. The Sixth Commandment - Miniseries - "Evil characters can be just as one-note and boring as the good, but Hardwicke manages to infuse Ben with such a disconcerting blend of calculation, charm and quiet, almost hidden glee in the harm he inflicts that it is impossible to look away. You will want to. It is harrowing." - The Guardian

35. Swarm - Miniseries

36. Bodies - Miniseries

37. The Long Shadow - Miniseries

38. Wellmania - Miniseries

39. Boat Story - Miniseries

40. The Morning Show - Season 3.

[rainderthesomeone]

Its official :>

I know I've said it here and there on a few posts on transgender stuff, but its a official, I'm trans :D

TW: I talk about abuse and body dysphoria in this post, you dont have to read the rest, this section is just me sharing my experiences in my teenage years with a homophobic as hell republican as a father.

I've known for a while like ever since I was in Middle School, I had a really hard time fitting in with other girls, I tried making friends with them but they were all into make up and dress's and talking about boys and other stuff, I made at least one friend in middle school but they left me for a group of girly girls, and I wasn't interested in what they liked, I was into a lot of things they were not interested in, I was a huge nerd, I liked games, Godzilla, movie production, comics, marvel, star wars, fnaf, dinosaurs, bendy, (not saying girls dont like these things, girls can like anything guys :D women are amazing I know a lot of amazing girls now :>) nothing they liked and when they saw that they weren't interested in me anymore, but I connected with the guys a lot more, but they always saw me as the girl who tagged along and needed to be treated gently, at first I had no interest in the lgbtq community or the idea of being something else other than what I already was, I couldn't even really talk about, since the topic of gay and gender ideology wasn't allowed in the house I used to live in, my father hated gay people, said they were wired, and shouldn't be his words not mine "frolicking around and being queer" da hell dose that mean? im still baffled by that, he's also that kind man who thinks lesbians are cool and gay men shouldn't exist, it was that level of misogyny and homophobia, looking at it now, it was really disgusting and disturbing, but I was 12 I didn't know any better.

but than as I got older I became more aware, and started questioning things, I was 13 in my room, on my phone, and I found this artist who was drawing deltarune characters, deltarune was also a huge eye opener to the lgbtq comunity for me, since kris identified as none binary, but I found one of the oc's the artist made and they identified as A gender, and I was like whats that and looked into it more and more, and than I went from I dont know who or what I am, to maybe im a demi girl, maybe im A Gender, maybe im none binary and than boom, it clicked, I went with they/them/there's for a while, but I began to feel uncomfortable, by being refred to as her, she, I started hating wearing a braw and how scratchy and annoying it felt, I began hating my chest, I stopped wearing shorts due to my legs being abnormally hairy and that girls arent supposed to be hairy, at one point my dad was going to put me through a hole body hair removal process which would have removed all my body hair, and he was going to do it without me knowing, until my mother told me, she was the most supportive person I had while going through this, I was litteraly terrified to say no to my dad, but eventully he didint go through with it, but I still wasnt allowed to have body hair, every time we went shoe shopping he tried to get me pink shoes, and brands women would only use, we went on a cruise and we had to dress up, but I didint want to since I would have had to wear a dress, blue jeans were the only thing I had that was close to guy clothes, I wasnt allowed anything remotley masculine, only my mom would let me have products like old spice, and she took me guy clothe shopping but it had to be in secret from my father, who would hurt me and my mother if he found out, not physically well he would probably slap me, but only yell at my mother, which still wasnt good, eventully we left his sad ass, and now me and my mom live in a apartment together, and from there I could freely explore who I was, a month later I came out as trans to my mother right after we left, and im in therapy with an amazing therapist and I have amazing friends who dont fully understand but support me in every direction, only triggering thing Ive experinced so far was not being able to change my pronouns to he him lol, Curse you school bored! XD

anyway sorry for the lenghty slightly depressing post, I just wanted to share my story here since I have the platform to do so now, the freedom of speech is very rewarding and validating lol, origanlly this was going to be a post about "guys I got my first chest binder oh and btw im ftm" but I wanted to get this off my chest no pun intended and open myself up more on here, the trans comunity on tumblr has been amazing so far, especially the tf2 comunity on here, I truly feel welcomed and comfortable being here.

lot of grammar issues in here, grammars not my strong suit plus its 11 pm for me right now, im heading to bed lol, good night everyone!

[quodekash]

okay there’s these guys on YouTube called super Carlin brothers (or scb) and they’re brothers (woahhh such a surprise) and they make theory videos (among other things but theories is there main thing) on Disney, Pixar, Harry Potter, Marvel, Star Wars, and Name of the Wind. And I’ve watched almost all of their videos and every single one of them is basically canon to me at this point

but there’s this one series they did a couple months back, What If Harry Potter was in Slytherin?, and it’s my favourite thing ever. it’s new canon in my mind basically.

(other than the fact that they ship harmione so for some reason they decided that Harry being in slytherin means Harry then gets with Hermione. And then to make up for it, Ron gets with Luna, for some reason. And near the end they couldn’t figure out who ginny would’ve ended up with, and they brainstormed putting her with Draco. So basically they took my three favourite ships and pulled them apart and mixed them around and I don’t appreciate it)

Anyway, they accidentally put so much drarry in it it’s outrageous, and I’ve written many rambles in my notes about the Drarryness in the series but have had no one to share it with cos no one would have a clue what I’m talking about cos it’s not canon (it appears the tumblr scb fandom is non existent which is just so great) and I’ve created fictional stories within their fictional version of a fictional universe but I have no one to share it with other than my one friend and I want to share it with heaps of people but I can’t cos, lemme say it one more time, no one would have a clue what I’m talking about

But yeah. Scb are great and they support the lgbtq+ community, but they never actually put the queer rep into their videos which sucks, cos it’s so clearly t h e r e but they don’t acknowledge it, and cMON J AND BEN HARRY AND HERMIONE ARE BASICALLY SIBLINGS SO SHIPPING THEM IS INCEST (no hate to harmione shippers I think you’re very nice I just personally (along with everyone I’ve spoken to) think they’re more like siblings and gosh men and women can be friends - and close friends at that - without it being romantic. I mean if you have some nice hard evidence for me and a calm tone, I will gladly have a good old fashioned friendly debate with you where we acknowledge each other’s thoughts and opinions without hating each other cos people argue too much, I am merely suggesting a friendly debate where we hear each other out and take the time to understand each other as human beings and to know that each other’s opinions aren’t completely illogical and not sprouting from misogyny or sexism or homophobia or anything like that. If you have reasons and I have reasons, I’d like to share mine and hear yours, without causing world war 3 because listening to others talk about something they’re passionate about is really interesting to me)

sorry that went on for way too long. Basically scb are great and please watch their series on Harry in slytherin bc I need someone to share my thoughts with pls

[milfzatannaz]

Pls elaborate on the 2015 Skrillex fandom phase

WOAH. this takes me way back

I just want to preface this that I was 12-13 in this era. Like I really was just a really lonely stupid kid, and I was struggling with coming out in middle school and feeling isolated and lonely. so I saw a gif of an asshole with a bad haircut and I was like he’s mine now. I really loved him for many years. I can’t explain it.

I shaved half my head at 13. yeah. I also have one of the most comprehensive tags of his band days from 2004-2007 and half the time idk what to do with all those images bc someone might want them one day? again idek

aside from that the “edm” fandom was awful. Real people shipping and fights over it. Rampant misogyny. People actually hated Ellie Goulding for simply dating a few of the guys. At age 13 I snarkily posted that there seemed to only be white men that ppl obsessed over and I got accused of racefaking.

the whole thing came to a head when skrillex teamed up with diplo. I always got really bad vibes off that fucker, and then suddenly they’re releasing bad pop music with Justin Bieber and objectifying women. I got into several fights, bc no one wanted to admit that diplo was actively not a good role model to a bunch of fucking tweens. I feel so bad for all of us, bc we were just dumb kids. So one day I changed my URL and settings to make it hard to find my blog and never looked back. Since then I was a Star Wars blog, a marvel blog, x men blog, batfam blog then braime and finally the sexy talented vertigo girly you all know! (I’ve had many cringe phases)

I actually fully stopped listening to skrillex cold turkey in 2021 bc I no longer recognized him. He had gotten much older, grosser, started hanging around Jordan Peterson and was starting to be weird about women. so I don’t miss that part of my life. I take a lot of power in the women I look up to now.

[god-must-be-doing-cocaine]

So I’ve been looking up media analysis of “pick me” girls and what they are and how they operate because I know I used to be one and I’m not a pick me anymore but I need to get these thoughts out somewhere and I need somebody to see what I’m thinking and just help me out a little bit

Fair warning: this post is gonna be all over the place, so I apologize if anything feels out of order

Recently I was talking to a coworker of mine. Now I don’t have any close friends mainly because I don’t know how to make friends. For most of my life I was (unwillingly) isolated from people my own age. My parents were very conservative and republican (but not religious) and my mother homeschooled me and my siblings for most of our childhoods and that has caused a lot of my mental health issues and self esteem issues especially when it comes to making friends and grappling with hanging out or working with people my own age. And I made a comment to him (because I mainly laugh and joke with him and another boy at work) “you and so and so make me look like a pick me girl because you’re the only people I laugh with” and he said “you are”. I disagreed but it didn’t sit right with me.

I have 5 older siblings. My 2 oldest are my two older sisters who moved out when I was around ten and because of the age gap we were never really close. So in my earlier years I grew up with three older brothers, a stepfather and a mother who was not at all a good example of femininity because she was a “pick me” herself. It was a conservative and misogynistic household (we also moved around the country a lot, hence another reason I was so isolated). I also have two younger siblings both of which are around a decade younger than me, so there’s an age gap there as well.

The thing is, I’m used to boys. Specifically immature boys with a gross sense of humor because they remind me of my brothers (but without the childhood trauma and pain my brothers inflicted on me with their ignorance and misogyny). I never knew how to truly be close to girls. I have had girl friends and I have been able to have close female friendships for a time. But I haven’t had an actual female friendship in years because I was homeschooled in my last years in high school and I suck at keeping in touch with people, so I don’t talk to anyone from high school except for one girl who was my best friend at the time, however we are not as close as we used to be. I’ve never felt feminine enough for girls because I didn’t get my nails done, I wasn’t that good with makeup (my face doesn’t allow it but I still love makeup), I’m not conventionally attractive and I wasn’t into anything overly girly (all of which definitely contributed to my years of being an actual pick me). But I wasn’t masculine enough for the typical archetype and for boys either. I’ve always thought sports were boring as fuck, I didn’t care for most action movies, although I’ve always loved marvel and dc and anything “nerdy”. I didn’t care for video games other than Minecraft. I also didn’t realize I was bisexual until I was 15 years old. Growing up in a conservative household where gay people were seen as “less than”, It wasn’t at all an option- especially to little emotionally neglected me who just wanted to feel included in her own family.

These are the issues I’ve felt with in regards to my gender. Not feminine (or masculine) enough for girls, and not masculine (or feminine) enough for boys. It doesn’t help that being raised to think of girls as competition and then knowing that you’re ugly so it’s a losing competition anyway, doesn’t help. Funny thing is I never wanted all boys attention. At the time I had only wanted one boys attention. But that doesn’t matter now.

So at my current job (unlike my last job), I actually get to work with more women and girls closer to my age because there’s more girls than boys that work there.

My problem is that I have no idea how to be friends with anyone. I don’t hang out with anyone outside of work (I have no idea how to initiate hanging out or to even hang out without a purpose anymore) and no one has invited me to hang out with them. There are probably several reasons as to why that is regarding other people’s personal lives and it’s hard to remember that it’s not always about me. I’ve been alone so long and I live in my own little world so I try my best not to take things personally, but my desperation for friendship still likes to show itself and I don’t notice it until I embarrass myself in some way shape or form. Like the other day, when I heard people laughing at work and when I tried to involve myself this girl practically yelled at me and said something along the lines of “girl this doesn’t involve you go away”. Which, fair enough. I wasn’t invited. But it was still humiliating when I laughed it off with the two boys (the same ones I joke with a lot). But what really hurt was when two seconds later she looked at everyone around her and said “what? She ALWAYS butts in!”

When she said that I was embarrassed, but mostly I felt guilty. I already knew this girl doesn’t really like me and she thinks I’m annoying but sometimes she is nice to me. Sometimes her and I do have fun and I can forget how mean she can be. And I can’t help but want to be her friend too most of the time. I was silent the rest of my shift. Thinking about it, I realized that I’m slowly becoming my mother. So desperate for connection I forget about social codes and try to include myself, forcing myself in by way of a joke or a laugh. And that’s where my guilt comes from. Guilty for trying to be a part of something (anything) that at least one person always doesn’t want me to be a part of. Hell, it’s the guilt from being born that my mother passed on to me.

So because of my gender, because of the way I experience femininity and masculinity and how I don’t know how to balance the two. Because I have no idea how to be friends with people, especially women regardless of how much I’d love a female friend. I don’t feel good enough for women, or most men for that matter. Because I only know how to feel “comfortable” in a way that makes me laugh around boys I wonder if I still am a pick me, or if I’m just an insanely lonely creature of habit. I feel like I know the answer but when I try to word it or think of it my mind goes blank.

I’m well aware that by sharing all of this I am opening myself up to criticism and judgement from anyone who reads this. I don’t expect many people to see this or read it all the way through, but I would like some thoughts. Or advice. Or any confirmation that I’m not the only one who’s experienced this. I just need at least one witness to my existence. Nobody I know follows me on here or even knows I have tumblr, so worst case scenario is that I have to delete this post because of some comments 🤷‍♀️. So what do I have to lose by finally making some of my feelings and thoughts public? This way it’s more anonymous

For a long time this loneliness was something I had to take pride in because if I didn’t I had to confront the realization that maybe no wanted me or wanted to be around me. But I’m getting too old for that and I’m tired. And the thought of being an actual pick me does scare me, because I’m also way too old for that. Hence why the topic triggers this thought process in me.

[vexilloquitious]

What the FUCK with the SHITTY misogyny, Marvel?!

MJ as nagging girlfriend/wife was fucking tired in 1988, Sanjan Saini and Frank Espinosa.

It’s downright insulting and outright sexist in 2020. But you knew that by including the overt Honeymooners references. Like THAT is oh so timely and relevant a reference. 🙄🙄🙄 Do you think your target audience demographics overlap those of Fox News?

I’m so sorry you both obviously wear toddler-sized shoes.

(Not to mention that MJ canonically makes more money than Peter and doesn’t need him to cut back on his expenses to support her.)

I know who needs to be sent to the moon - and stay there. Pow, zoom, Frank and Sanjan. You, too, Tom Brevoort for approving this as editor (and why does it not surprise me to see Brevoort attached to this sexist steaming pile?) Buh-bye.

[vexilloquitious]

Joe Quesada is dyed in the wool misogynist, example #3565426778

8:30

Kevin Smith admits that killing off Karen Page was Joe Quesada’s idea.

Also check out this page from Daredevil #½, which is a sort of prequel to the ‘Guardian Devil’ storyline. The context is that Kingpin is relaying information about Daredevil’s life to Mysterio.

‘Banal affair’ 

Now, we could give the benefit of the doubt here and argue Kingpin is referring strictly to their romance in the Silver Age, which could indeed be argued as banal.

But given the fate of Karen later on I don’t actually believe that was Smith’s intention.

There is a lot to unpack here.

I’m not getting into a debate about whether Karen’s death was or wasn’t fridging considering she died protecting someone else.

Rather I find it ironic and yet prescient this happened directly because of Quesada.

It’s ironic because Quesada has such a humongous hang up  for Gwen Stacy and her romance with Spidey. So another ‘banal’ Silver Age romance between a blonde woman and a swinging street level hero.And yet if you read between the lines he clearly didn’t care much for Karen Page, a character who unlike Gwen actually evolved beyond the Silver Age and for my money emerged from ‘Born Again’ both a more compelling character and also someone who was more of an emotional match for Matt Murdock, rendering their romance something compelling and beautiful. There is a debate to be had about what Karen went through in Born Again to reach that point, but that’s for another time.

My point is Gwen was a poor silver age character and so was Karen, but Karen evolved into much more. Yet Quesada, despite knowing and liking that story (and working on a sequel of sorts to it in the form of Guardian Devil), seemingly never grew past his perceptions of her in the 1960s. What’s so ironic is that he himself has more or less said that to him Daredevil never truly began until Frank Miller showed up. So to him Frank MIller’s Daredevil IS Daredevil, but Stan Lee’s Karen Page is still who Karen Page is, Frank Miller’s alterations to her be damned.

Of course you all know where I’m really going with this.

Putting aside obvious similarities between Spidey and Daredevil (or the inclusion of a Spidey villain in the story) it says SO MUCH that Quesada wanted to move another super hero’s female love interest off the table. 

And he even did it in a story touching upon Hell and the Devil too.

He clearly just has a problem with this stuff or at least a myopic, cynical and over simplistic attitude to it.

Let’s remember that under his watch as EIC both Jean Grey and Janet van Dyne also got deep sixed.

[botnasty]

Always on my Mind

Dark!Nomad!Steve X F!Reader

Summary: Even if you didn’t know it, you were his. Whether you like it or not.

Words: ~1,5k words

Warnings: Dark thoughts, dark intention, misogyny, smut(male masturbation). It’s dark people. Mention of pregnancy (but reader isn’t)

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[Part Two]

Steve was slowly losing his mind. Little by little all of his thoughts went from his past choice that led him to hiding from all the government in the word to just you. You were in his mind always, 24/7 and you didn’t even know it. Hell, you only talked to him once and it was to ask him about his coffee order.

Steve could still remember the smile you had on your face. No… you definitely knew him. You smiled at him so sweetly and your eyes had a little sparkle in them. You even made his drink perfectly. No… You definitely knew him and wanted him to know you. You wanted him to remember you, he was sure of that. 

Even watching you now, serving all those random people, you don’t have the same expression as you had with him. You wanted him, he had no doubt about that. Damn were you mesmerizing. Everything about you was perfect. It was like you were made for him. An angel sent for him after all the good deeds he had done to this planet. You were his and he would make sure of that.

He could see as clear as day. You and him are living in a two story house with white picket fence. Him coming back from a mission to your pregnant self. Steve had to stop himself from imagining you barefoot and pregnant or else he was sure he would get hard on the spot. He was certain you would be the perfect housewife, greeting him each day with a pink apron and food ready at the table.

A shout is what broke Steve out of his fantasy. He looked back inside the coffee shop to see a customer yelling at you about his drink. Steve saw red when your smile started to vanish, your face contorting into a mix of sadness and annoyance. 

Steve fixed his cap and walked right into the building. “You better remake me that drink and give me a discount on my next purchase. I especially told you I wanted two pumps of vanilla! Not one, not three, two!” Screamed the customer slamming the drink on the counter. Everyone in the coffee shop was looking at the scene, all shocked by the outburst.

“Ma’am.” You said calmly which made Steve so proud of you. Even in a stressful situation you were able to keep your calm. You would be the perfect mother for his future children. “I am deeply sorry for the inconvenience. I can remake that drink for you, but I cannot give you that discount. It’s not in our customer policie to do that, unfortunately. I can only remake your drink.”

The customer kept on shaking his head, disagreeing with everything you said. “You don’t understand! The customer is always ri–” 

Before the person could finish, Steve intervened. No one gets to yell at his future precious little wife without any consequences. “Don’t you have better things to do than yell at someone half your age? Someone who isn’t paid enough to endure your entitled self?”

The customer turned around, his mouth open ready to say whatever they wanted to say, when they froze on the spot, eyes wide. That when Steve knew he made a big mistake putting his attention to himself, but for you, he would do it in a heartbeat. You were his. His to protect and his to cherish. Even from afar.

For now. 

“Captain America?” The person stuttered and everyone in the shop turned towards him. Some people took out their phone to either records or take pictures.

“Fuck…” Steve muttered under his breath. He glanced at you, shot you a smile and immediately left the building. 

Steve wanted to slap himself. Because of what he did the day prior, he now had to leave the country to go far away. Be far away from you.

That wasn’t part of the plan. He had ruined everything for him. 

He had to see you. One last time before going. Of course, he was gonna come back when everything was going to be okay so he can finally be with you. His heart broke at the thought of being so far away from you. You were everything for him, always on his mind. He was gonna miss following you from the coffee shop to your home. He was gonna miss all the times he could kinda see your silhouette as you went out of the shower. 

Steve couldn't even remember the number of times he masturbated just looking at it. 

God, he was gonna miss you so much and he was sure you were gonna miss him too. That’s why he decided to go by your house and give you a little gift. 

Steve knew you weren’t home right now, He knew your routine by heart now. So he knew that if he was to slide inside your home through your windows, you wouldn’t even know it. Your home was really cosy, a little small for his liking but still very much you. “Look at you…” He smiled at a picture of you on your wall with your friends. You looked so happy.

“Now… where is your bedroom?” He walked, opened one door and found your bathroom. He got instantly hard when he noticed he could faintly smell your body wash. Vanilla… God he could get lost in that smell. 

He wanted so badly to just nuzzle your neck and your hair. Smell you all over. Especially what was in between those thighs of yours. He was sure your cunt smelled like heaven and tasted it too.

He closed the door and opened another one down a hallway. He smiled when he recognized the room. He was finally where he wanted to be. He closed the door behind him and looked around. 

He looked on top of your dresser and frowned when he found a pic of you and some random guy he’s never seen before. He clenched his hands. That should be him in the picture. Him holding you around your waist while you look up to him with that beautiful smile of yours. He was starting to feel more and more angry every second he looked at him.

How dare you let someone other than him hold you?

He harshly flopped the picture so he wouldn’t look at it anymore and took a deep breath. “It’s okay. She just has to experience little boys before going to a real man. It’s okay.” He kept repeating himself.

He then opened the top drawer and groaned when he saw what was in it. It was all of your panties. “Fuck me…” His mood soothed down. He took a pink one with his finger, brought it to his nose and inhaled.

He moaned when he could still smell a faint smell of your pussy. “ Fuck, baby. Your smell.” It made him want to lick your panties just to see if he could get a taste. He was rock hard at this moment. He wanted nothing more than just to take them with him… and he did.

He rummaged a little bit more into the drawer when his hand found something he knew for a fact wasn’t panties. He pulled it out. “You naughty baby…” It was your vibrator. Now, Steve couldn’t help himself.

He unbuckled his belt and took out his cock. He was arching to relieve himself. He was a deep shade of red and the tip was already leaking creamy pre-cum. He wrapped your panty around cock and slid up and down. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna miss you.” 

He brought the vibrator to his nose and smelled it. He wished it was your pussy instead. God, the thing he would do to you. He would first fuck your cunt with his tongue and finger. Make you cum at least three times, making you beg for more before really fucking you hard on his cock.

He wrapped his hand tighter around his cock, making things even more pleasurable. And, with the friction your panties brought, it made it even harder for him to not cum immediately. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He muttered as he imagined you in many scenarios. You on your knee milking his cock and sucking his balls. You on your back, your leg around his waist as you let him fill you with cum. You on your hands and knees, drooling like a bitch in heat as he pushed his cock into you deeper and deeper. 

Steve groaned loudly as he came on your panties, painting them with seed, marking them with him.“That’s right, baby. Take my cum. Let me fill you up.” Steve let out a breath as he relaxed. He can't wait to do all of this with you. 

Steve looked at his watch. “Oh, fuck…”. You were about to come home soon. He placed your panties back with the rest and took a blue one as a souvenir that he tucked in his pocket and placed the vibrator back into its place.

He hastily tucked his cock back in his pants and closed the drawer. He went out of your bedroom and rushed to the window, but not without stopping to look at your picture once again. “Soon, my love.” He kissed two of his fingers and placed them on your face.

“Really soon you’ll be all mine.”

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[itsthestutterforme]

Friend of a Friend 1/2 (Chris Evans)

Summary: Y/N is Elizabeth's friend that she introduced to the Marvel cast but she caught Chris' eye. He decided to pursue her and thought he succeeded until she put an end to it.

Characters: Chris Evans x Black!reader (romantic), Elizabeth Olsen x Black!reader (friends), Scarlett Johansson x Black!reader

Notes: mentions of Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, SMUT warning, Minors do not interact, GIF is not mine

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Chris, Anthony, Sebastian join Elizabeth and Scarlett for lunch at a Korean steakhouse near where they had their interview. You had just arrived there to pick up some barbeque chicken and kimchi you ordered online.

You work with public policy but you met Elizabeth at the gym no doubt and you've grown closer every since.

You used your vacation time to take a few self care days and just to relax. Working in public policy is not no easy task. You wear a grey two piece work out set as you were just coming back from the gym. You had your short hair brushes back into a clip to get some strands out of your face.

Waiting in the pick up area, Elizabeth notices you. Chris noticed you as soon as you walked passed the window but you were in your own little world, thinking about what you were going to binge watch later that night.

"Y/N, hi!" Elizabeth says as she approaches you. "Hey!" She hugs you warmly and rocks you side to side playfully. "What brings you here?" You ask. "We just finished up an interview a couple minutes ago and are starving. Do you come here often?" She asks.

"Yes, at least once a week. I love their kimchi, it's fermented vegetables and it has a bit of a kick. I love it." "Well that's great, I'll make sure to try it. I'm here with some friends I would like to introduce to you." "Like actor friends?" "Yes," "Oh no, Liz. I look terrible. I just got back from the gym."

"Oh my God, Y/N. Believe me they would not care. You look hot no matter what you wear." "No, but-" Elizabeth interupts you by grabbing your hand and pulling you to the table. "Everyone, this is one of my dear friend, Y/N."

Everyone said their greetings and Y/N smiles warmly. You've met many important figures in your lifetime but something just hits different with actors. Especially when Chris said, "Hey there sweethart'."

"So how did the interview go?" You ask. "Eh, the usual. The boys get the deep questions and Liz and I get the questions about our dieting and our bodies." Scarlett chimes.

"Ugh, hate it when that happens. I actually had a senator the other day tried to do the same thing. What I told him sounded better in my head, but it gave me more backlash than I thought. "Oh, this is going to be good," Liz said and you sent her a glare that she responds with a chuckle.

"Really? Now I'm curious, what did you say?" Scarlett says. "Yeah, you can't just drop that bomb on us and not tell us what you said." Mackie states.

"I said 'Careful Senator, your misogyny is showing'. And the women in the room started to laugh. He was not happy about that."

"Wow, I'm definitely going to start using that. You're an icon." Scarlet says with a chuckle. "You should hear the rest of her stories." Liz says. "Order for Y/N," the worker announced.

"Well it was great meeting you guys. I'll be binge watching Stephen King movies all night." You say, earning a chuckle from the group.

You grab your food and leave the restaurant. You thought you handled the situation pretty well. Even when you caught Chris staring at you a little longer than usual, you didn't think anything of it. He's not into girls like you, you thought. All he's every dated were petite white women.

"Hey, Y/N." You hear a voice call out. Turning around, you see Chris jogging towards you and your heart stutters in your chest. "Hi," "I was, um.. I'm starting this initiative called A Starting Point. I'll send you an overview of it but I would love it if you spoke on liberal views."

"Oh sure, that would be great. I've heard about your initiative, it's a great start to get the new generation involved." You explain and his face lit up.

"You've heard about it from your colleagues?" "Yes, they've been advocating the hell out of it. I'll be more than happy to help. Let me see if I can find a card to giv-" "I can just give you my number, if that's okay with you." He suggests.

This cannot be happening. You're dreaming, Y/N. His navy blue eyes pierce yours as he waits for a response. "Sure." You say, reaching into your pocket and pulling out your phone. You phone looks so small in his hands as he types in his number.

"When can I see you again?" He asks, giving you back your phone. "To talking about A Starting Point or something else?" You ask. "Both," he says with a soft smile that makes your heart melt. "Which days work for you?" He asks. "I'm free this entire week. Self care and all that." You answer.

"How about Saturday afternoon for lunch?" He suggests. "Sounds great, I'll see you then." "That's if you don't forget about me, Future Senator." He teases. "It's impossible go forget about you, America's ass." You taunt before walking to your car, smiling when you hear him laughing from your joke.

**

You decided to keep things to yourself about what's been happening with Chris. You didn't want to make Liz uncomfortable about something that you have no idea what you have yet. And you definitely didn't want to tell your mother, although you tell her everything.

She would have a cow if she found out you were talking to a celebrity. Chris walks you to your front door step after your third date together, each time was better than the last. The gentleman in him suppressed Chris' dirty thoughts, well most of them anyway.

You wear a burgundy body con dress that hugs your curves just right and black pumps. The chumb rub between your thighs were hurting like a bitch and you already put scentless deodorant on your inner thighs.

You couldn't wait to put some ice in between them. But your pussy has been purring ever since you first saw him in that black Henley shirt with dark wash jeans. You could see his chest tattoos peeking from the top of his shirt, his cologne practically inviting you closer to him.

"I think a FRIENDS marathon is on if you're.. interested," you trail off when you notice how close Chris was. You didn't even feel his heat on your back at first but now that's all that you could feel. "Come here," he says before pulling you closer by the waist.

Your mouth instinctively open when he leans in and he rubs his nose against yours. He lifts his head and ghost over your lips instead of colliding his lips with yours. "Get the door open," he whispers against your lips. You turn around and open the door within seconds.

You both burst into your apartment and you slide your hands under his shirt, moaning when he gently presses you against the wall. Moving your hands to his back, you scratch his back with a hum and he moans against your lips. He finally kisses you and it felt like you were floating.

His hands slowly traveling down your body, he licks your bottom lip for entrance in you mouth and you graciously accept. You pull down your spaghetti straps and shimmy out of the dress. He kneels down and pulls off your pumps, slowly kissing up your ankle and leg.

Your heart races, knowing that he's nearing your irritated, sensitive skin. "Is everything okay?" He asks, noticing your nervousness. "Yeah, I just need a minute. I need to add some cream to the.. it's irritated because my thighs rubbed together."

He stands up and steadies you by the hips. "Does it hurt?" He asks. "It's more of a discomfort." You answer, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Where's your cream? I can put it on for you." "You don't have to. I-". He lifts your chin up with his hand and press his warm lips to yours.

"Let me do it," he says when he pulls away. Shit, he can tell you to do anything and you'll do it if he gives you that look. You walk into the bathroom and open the cabinet to grab your soothing cream. Handing him the bottle, he takes your hand and sets you on the kitchen counter.

He spreads your legs and squirts some of the cream on his fingers. "The cream smells nice," he says and you spread your legs for him.

Rubbing the cream along your thighs, you sigh softly to prevent yourself from moaning. "Baby, you keep making those type of noises, and I won't be able to contain myself."

"Sorry," you mumble. "Does this feel good?" "Yes," your back arches so your chest connects with his. He squirts some more to rub on your other thigh before rubbing both of your thighs. He pulls away to wash him hands of the cream and you jump off the counter.

"I'm sorry," you say softly. "What do you have to be sorry for?" He dries his hands with your hand towel before approaching you. You cross your arms around your stomach, feeling more self conscious under his gaze.

"I ruined everything. The mood or whatever was going to happen. "No, baby." He starts as he boxes you in against the counter. "When the cream dries, I'm going absolutely devour you." He adds, dragging out the last few words in the sentence and you could feel a pool in between your legs.

"I think it's fast drying," you retort and his lips curl into a smirk. "Is that right? Let's check." He rubs the his knuckles along the skin where the cream had dried. "Yep, seems dry to me." He says before abruptly picking you up and putting you back on the counter.

He quiets your gasp by pressing his lips to yours. He slides his hands to your lower back to pull your core against his solid stomach. Leaving you breathless, he pulls away from your lips to leave soft kisses down the base of your neck.

Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, you pull the shirt his head and his lips are back on your neck. You lean your head against the cabinet and moan softly when he hooks your panties with his finger and pulls them off.

He trails his fingers along your soaked slit and he hums with satisfaction. "You're already soaked for me, aren't you baby?" "Y-yes, papi." You say, gasping when he slides a finger in and your pussy graciously takes it. He stops his movements for a moment and locks eyes with you.

"Say that again," his eyes darkening. "Papi," He slides another finger in and curls them hard. He pumps his fingers into you with a beautiful rhythm, making you spread your legs even further for him. He nips at your collarbone and one of your hands rest over his while the other pulls him closer by the back of his neck.

You could feel the muscles in his fingers flex as he finger fucked you. Rocking your hips into his hand he says, "That's right, baby. Come for me." You roll your hips a few more times before coming apart on his fingers.

He licks his fingers clean before lifting you off the counter. Burying his face into your breasts, he walks to your bedroom and kicks the door open. You yelp out when he tosses you on the bed playfully. He kicks off his shoes and unbuckles his pants before dropping them on the floor.

He wears dark grey Calvin Klein boxers and you could see the painfully growing bulge. You reach for them but he sends you a tsk. "I have something to do first." Tugging you closer by the ankles, he settles in between your legs and rests one of his forearms on your lower stomach.

You could tell by how he applies a little pressure to your stomach to keep you down, that you were going to see stars. He sends you a wink before kitten licked your swollen nub and lapped your folds. Sparks ignite inside of you when he dipped his tongue and dragged it along the upper wall.

"Chris! God, please don't stop." "Believe me, I won't." He flexes his tongue and drags the tip of it along your clit and flicks it side to side. Your legs tense as your orgasms builds and builds until you just- your walls clench around his tongue as you came with a breathy moan.

He continues his movements but he lifts the skin to expose your clit to him. Your throat hurts from yelling and squeal as he sucks on your exposed clit. Tears were starting to build up in your eyes and your legs trembled with your third orgasm.

"C-chris, it's too much." "Oh come on baby, you've got one more in you. I know it." The fact that he's made you cum twice with just his tongue and none of his fingers appalls you. You spoke too soon because he now buries his tongue into your folds and rubs your clit with his thumb, his nose occasionally brushing against it.

Your nails dig into his forearm and he hisses. "Sorry," you choke out and he picks up the pace with his rubbing. Wiggling under him, you close your legs around him but he only pushes them apart again and sends you a warning look. With a few more licks, you cum with a yell that irritates your throat.

You're pretty sure you won't have any voice by the time this night is over. Your body goes limp and he pulls his entire body over you. He grabs your hand and trails it down his chest and stomach before pressing it against his rock hard dick in his boxers.

You both moan at the contact and you pull his boxers down, his dick hits the middle of your stomach. Pulling him down for a kiss, his tongue invades your mouth and caresses yours. "I'm on birth control," you say when you pull away from his lips.

"I was tested a few days ago, and they came back negative." He says with a nod. "You ready for me baby?" Biting your lip, you grab his length and slide it inside of you, your back arching when he bottoms out. "Goddamn," you moan out. His thrusts start out gentle with a soft rock of the hips until you begged for him to move.

Every one of his thrusts were heavy and slow, knocking the breath out of your lungs each time. "Harder, please! Oh God." You trail off when he lifts one of your legs on his shoulder and turning your body so you were laying on your side.

Your other leg was in between his and he moves the other leg so it's in the crook of his arm. You were confused about what was happening until he started to move at a different angle. He drills into a g-spot while brushing against another one.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and his hips stuttered out of rhythm. He rubs your sensitive nub until you came with a gasp and he releases himself soon after. The last orgasm hit you like a mack truck. Your eyes were barely open when he lays you down on your back and leaves the room to get a wet rag.

He return with one and wipes up your thighs and pussy. You wince when he brushes over your over stimulated bundle of nerves and he shushes you. He pulls back the covers and pulls them over the two of you.

Resting his arm behind his head, he watches as you curl up next to him. He puts his other hand on your bare thigh and ask, "Do you have any company coming over tomorrow morning?" "Mm, I don't think so." You answer groggily. "Good, because I'm going to cook you some breakfast." He says, smiling down at your glowing, mocha colored skin.

You fall asleep to his soft praises and kisses on your cheek.

[vexilloquitious]

We could’ve had this in the Marvel Universe.

But they prefer literal demons of hell to depicting men and women in equal, loving relationships.

Batman (2016) #36

[lilyofthestyx]

Aeipathy: Chapter One

Disclaimer: i don’t (unfortunately) own Marvel or any of their characters, plot points, etc. so all right are to them and their our overlord Disney

AN: i had so much fun with this and i CANNOT wait for this next chapter hehehe

Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Location: Classified Year: 2012

   “Do you mind explaining why we’re here?”

   “I’ve got something for ya.”

   “...what is it?”

   “Oh relax, Cap, think of it as a… housewarming present… What? Was… was that too soon?”

  “I’m pretty sure fifteen minutes is too soon, Tony.”

   “There’s no need for hyperboles, Cap- you’ve been defrosted for a year now.”

   “Tony…”

   “Fine. My humblest apologies, Your Righteousness.”

   “...what even is it? And why are we in this basement?”

   “It’s not a baseme- did you even see the amount of security we had to go through to get here?”

   “Yeah- which is why I’m asking. Why are we in a basement after all the security we had to go through?”

   “I thought you might want to see…”

   “See what?”

   “...her.”

   “...__________?”

Location: Brooklyn, New York Year: 1943

   Those two yucks are gonna make me be late again. My eyes dart from the pan of cracking bacon to the busted-up clock on the stained wall. Seven minutes ‘till eight- and the clinic’s ten minutes away. Hopefully, if I can just slip in the back door, I’ll be okay… but even then, I’ll be risking it. No doubt that fathead Warren Lynne will chew me out but-

   “Mornin’, doll!” 

   Much too cheerful. Much too late. My head snaps to look over my shoulder, eyes narrowing as I watch Bucky and Steve stroll into my kitchen. 

   Bucky smiles and plops down into a chair with a piece of toast in his mouth. “You look stunning. As usual.”

   Steve shoves Bucky’s arm and sits down next to him. “Cut that out…” he mutters, fumbling with the black piece of fabric slung around his thin neck. Steve manages to tie his tie into a tangled knot. He huffs and undoes it- only to redo it in the same knot. 

   “You two are gonna make me late,” I mutter, taking the pan off the stove and scraping its contents onto their plates. “I can’t believe you- I’ve already gotten so many warnings, why- just why- can’t you two take care’a yourselves for a few goddamn-”

   “Language.”

   My eyes flick to Steve, shoulders and back taut as I stare daggers at him. He immediately pales and goes quiet, fiddling with his tie. Sighing, I toss the pan back onto the stove with a loud clang. The two boys jump in their seats as I run a hand through my hair. 

   “Just once, boys, please,” I mumble, tugging my hair up into a tight bun. “All I want is for you two to help out ‘round here. I don’t want to sacrifice my career, you know that-”

   Bucky, chewing a large bite of toast and eggs, waves his hand and shakes his head. His voice is slightly muffled by his food. “Doll, what in God’s name are ya talkin’ about?”

   I scoff. “Are you kidding? Ever since I moved here-”

   Bucky waves a bitten piece of toast at me, “Doll, I know. I’m just sayin’-”

   “No, Buck!” I snap, snatching my bag. “I’m tired of it! I keep draggin’ Steve out’a clinics tryin’ to enlist, I keep turnin’ your girlfriends out ‘nd away, I keep the house clean, I work at the clinic, I put myself through nursing school-”

   “__________,” Steve says softly, “I think what Buck’s tryna say is that it’s Saturday.”

  ��…

   “...is it?”

   Bucky nods- his eyes wide as he stares at me in fear. Slowly, he lifts his fork to his mouth and eats his eggs. His eyes never leave me, like he’s scared of me charging at him with a kitchen knife. 

   “You went to work yesterday,” Steve continues, “Don’t you remember?”

   ...I do. I had gone in early- before even the sun woke up. Doctor Nachtnebel was already there, working on something in his office. That serum for the military, I’m sure, with the way his folders were all stuffed full of papers of our handwriting.

   “...I’m sorry,” I mutter, throwing myself into the last chair at my small dining table. My head collapses into my palms as I stare down at the table. “I dunno what came over me...”

   “Hey,” Steve mumbles, poking my arm. 

   I move my head to look at the two of them. “If you wanted help, all ya had t’do was ask, Doll,” Bucky teases, a smile creeping onto his face. “You take a break. Stevie ‘nd I’ll clean up ‘nd make ya somethin’ for breakfast- how’s that sound, Doll?”

   I sigh, letting my eyes run over my two boys. Steve’s tie is tangled horribly- a mess of fabric under his scrawny neck. Bucky’s hair is a mess, all rubbed back and forth and tossed around on his head like an animal had lived in it. The two of them haven’t shaved and Bucky’s shirt is on backwards. 

   I don’t trust them with my breakfast at all.

   “Buck, she’s thinkin’ too hard,” Steve quips, “Get her back upstairs before she says no.”

   I groan, “Steve, c’mon, please- I’ll be fine, don’t-”

   “Sorry, Doll,” Bucky chirps, “Stevie’s right. We’ve got this handled- you go…” He trails off for a second before snapping his fingers. “Go get ready. I’m takin’ you two out. My treat.”

   “Buck, I don’t have anything to wear-”

   “Just go get ready, Doll,” Bucky hums, locking eyes with me as a smirk crosses his lips. “Trust me?”

   I roll my eyes, “...why should I?”

   “Because you owe me,” he teases as he gets up from his chair.

   “It’s been thirteen years- you’re still using that excuse?”

   “I’ll be usin’ it ‘till I die.”

   “That could be arranged,” I mutter quietly. Bucky shoots me a glance and rolls his eyes as he throws a towel over his shoulder. He sighs as he picks up the sponge sitting at the sink. Humming to himself, he scrubs the dishes- swaying from side to side in his spot. Steve finishes his food and puts his dish in the sink before pulling out ingredients from the fridge. 

   My eyes naturally trail back to Bucky. He’s whistling now- some tune off the radio. He’s fixed his shirt- now loosely tucked into his slacks with the top few buttons undone. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows. Steve shoves him to wash off the various berries he picked out from my fridge. Bucky shoves him back and the two start bickering back and forth. They continue before Bucky sighs and ruffles Steve’s hair. “Do your thing, Stevie- I’ll finish when you’re done.”

   Steve touches his now-damp hair and glares at Bucky for a moment. Turning back to the dishes, I can hear him muttering promises to get him back. Bucky smirks at me as he tugs the towel off his shoulder and wipes his hands. “Ya like what ya see, Doll?” he teases, “Could be a permanent view if ya let me take ya on that date.”

   I scoff and get to my feet. “Fine, I’m going, Buck,” I mutter as I stalk towards my bedroom. “If ya wanted me gone, all ya had t’do was ask.”

   “Just the opposite, Doll!” He calls as I shut the door. I sigh and slump my head against the door. Bucky’s voice carries through my door. “I want ya around ‘till I’m cold in my grave!”

   “Will you quit it?” Steve laughs, shaking his head. “I’m standin’ right here.”

   “I’ll quit when I’m dead, Stevie!”

   What a moron.

   “Buck, please,” I mutter, tugging my shawl over my shoulders. “It’s freezing, where are we-”

   “Just a second, Doll,” Bucky says with a smile before waving a hand over his head. “I’m over here, Rosie!”

   He catches the attention of a blonde girl wearing a bright red dress. 

   Another girlfriend. Fantastic. 

   Steve’s eyes widen as he watches the girl get closer. As Bucky walks up to greet her, I start to inch backwards. They wrap their arms around each other while chattering excitedly. Another step back, a tug on the shawl over my shoulders. 

   Maybe I shouldn’t be here. The last one of Buck’s girls didn’t appreciate me being as close to him as I am. 

   Steve’s arm shoots out and grabs mine. “Stay,” he says quietly. “You can be my date.”

   His eyes glisten with sympathy as his chest puffs out. Holding out his elbow, he smiles. I return the smile warmly and nod to myself. I can have just as much fun with Steve as with Bucky. “Why, I’d be delighted, Stevie.”

  Bucky turns around with a bright smile. “Kids- I’d like ya t’meet Rosie. Stevie’s date for tonight.”

   Rosie smiles at me. “You must be __________!” She hums, taking my hand and giving it a quick shake. 

   ...Steve’s date? 

   I thought Bucky and her were...

   If they’re supposed to be together tonight, then-

  Steve nudges me as I stand with my mouth dangling open. A cough leaves my lips and I jump back into my skin. “It’s nice to meet you,” I say with a pleasant lilt to my voice. “This is Steve!” I add quickly, grabbing Steve and tugging him in front of me. “Real sweetheart, ya know? Hard t’find a guy as sweet as him.”

   Rosie’s smile falters for only a moment before it’s back to bright and brilliant. She happily greets Steve- who is equally as happy. Blush rises in his cheeks as he glances over Rosie’s shoulder at me. My eyes widen with my smile before his attention is taken back to Rosie. 

   “Well, looks like the kids are gettin’ along.” Bucky whispers in my ear. I can feel him standing behind me as I watch Steve stumble over his words and Rosie’s giggling. 

   “I’m glad,” I whisper back, “Stevie deserves someone special.”

   “So do you, Doll.”

   I scoff and roll my eyes. “And I suppose you’re gonna offer to be that someone?”

   “If you’d let me,” Bucky says, tilting his head back and rocking on his heels. He is… so unbelievably smackable it’s silly. That stupid smirk. Those dumb lips. That look in his eyes. “Just for tonight?” Bucky adds, offering his elbow.

   I look at it and then back up at him. What game is he playing?

   Is he even playing a game?

   Why would he play with me? To humiliate me? That’s not Buck. Not my- our- Bucky. 

   Slowly, I slip my hand into the crook of his elbow. “Just for tonight.”

   The movie had long since started but I’d lost the plot long ago. Steve and Rosie are in front of us- Bucky claiming he ‘wanted to make sure the kids didn’t do anything stupid’.  A bucket of popcorn is at our feet with the top of the container grazing the hem of my navy blue skirt. 

   None of that bothers me as much as Bucky though. He sits beside me with his arm draped across the back of my seat. He leans in every once in a while to ask if he could grab the popcorn container or offer his jacket- which hangs over my body. Every exchange is so… sensual. 

   The way his hand lightly slides against my leg as he grabs the container. 

   The way his lips graze my ear as he asks if I’m enjoying myself. 

   The way his touch lingered for a moment as he placed his jacket over my shoulders. 

   I’m reading too much into this. Always overthinking. 

   As I place a piece of popcorn on my tongue, I try to watch the movie. The black and white images flicker back and forth- some tale of lovers, I think. A trio of friends- ironic, I think to myself- with two of them falling so desperately in love with each other but refusing to say anything. 

   My gaze tugs to the side as I feel someone watching me. 

   Buck smiles, pink dusting his cheeks, as our eyes meet. I bite down into my popcorn and laugh quietly. “It’s… it’s really good,” I tell him for the thirty-third time tonight, gesturing to the popcorn.

   Bucky nods, “Only the best for you, Doll.”

   My eyes turn down to the container before flicking back up to him. I try to look back to the movie but my eyes stay fixated on Bucky- who keeps looking at me. Blush rushes into my cheeks as we just keep staring at each other. Swallowing, I keep my eyes from trailing down to his lips. 

   “Thank you.” he says quietly. 

   “For what Buck?” I giggle nervously, “You’re the one that-”

   “For giving me a chance.”

   My eyes dart back down to my skirt as another anxious laugh leaves my lips. “You’re… you’re bein’ silly, Buck.”

   “Sorry Doll,” he says gently, his fingers coming up under my chin and lifting until I’m looking back at him. “I’m just… crazy about you.”

   We start to lean in and I can feel his lips graze mine-

   “__________!” 

   There’s loud knocking at my door. 

   “__________, ya alright?” 

   It’s Steve. 

   “Y-yeah!” I call, throwing the blanket off of me and getting to my feet. When did I even fall asleep? I was just getting ready- wasn’t I? “Sorry! I… I must’a fallen asleep. What time is it?”

   “...you’ve got an hour ‘till we leave,” Steve answers, “Ya slept for a while. You okay?”

   Define ‘okay’.

   “I’m fine,” I mutter, running a hand down my face. “Just tired, that’s all.”

   “Well you’ve been working a lot recently,” Steve says from the other side of the door. “You must’a needed the sleep.”

   “...yeah.” 

   Didn’t need that dream, though. 

   “I’ll… I’ll be right out!” 

   I listen as Steve shuffles down the hall- only to yell at Bucky for something. Bucky defends himself but I don’t pay it any mind. A shirt thrown over the back of one of my couches, feet up on the table; it’s always something. Steve’s always on Bucky’s head about something when they’re staying with me. Something about ‘manners’ usually. 

   I laugh to myself as I watch myself combing my hair in the mirror. They’ve always been like that. From the first day I met the two punks in that damned alleywall. Always bickering between the two of them. Steve pulling Bucky away from flirting with the cute vendor at the Dodger game, Bucky dragging Steve away from gawking at the Great War exhibit. And then the two of them banding together to pull me away from… everything I manage to get myself into. 

   Sighing, I place my brush down at the base of my mirror. I look back up at my reflection and smile. I’m beautiful. Gorgeous, even. Cocky, too, but… It doesn’t matter how I style my hair or what clothes I wear. I am beautiful. An insecurity here and there, sure- but that doesn’t take away from my beauty. It makes me unique. Not a paper doll that’s so ‘cookie-cutter’. 

   “Doll!” Bucky calls from outside, “Telephone!”

   I take one last glance at my reflection. Yep. Still beautiful. Darting out the door, I take the phone and receiver from Bucky. “Hello?”

  “__________!” Lily yells from the other side of the phone, “I’ve been callin’ you, where’ve ya been?!” 

   Odessa Lily Mae Ababio and I had met when we both stumbled into a women’s rights meeting when we were teenagers. As time went on, less and less women started showing up but Lily and I- along with a few others- stayed and took charge. We became an unyielding force for women, a family. Lily and I have worked in tandem as leaders of the group for three years. We call nearly every night to discuss plans and changes and updates- but any call before eight is almost guaranteed to be an emergency.

   Sighing, I run a hand through my hair. “I’m… I’m sorry, Lils, it’s been a helluva day. What’s happening?”

   Lily sighs. “They kicked us out of the factory again- some rejected soldiers, it sounds like.”

   “You’re kidding,” I mutter, eyebrows furrowing as I sit back up in my seat. “They can’t do that, can they?”

   “...the factory’s siding with them,” Lily sighs again. It’s broken, more ragged. I can hear the tears clotting her throat. We had worked so hard to even get the girls into the factory- many of them trying to fend for themselves while their families were sent to the war and the remaining members depending on them. And now they’re just going to throw them back out?

   And for what?! There’s plenty of work to be done at the factory- why throw them out?

   “...is Mister Richardson there?” I ask, gripping the phone line. “Is he in his office?”

   “Hold on,” Lily mumbles. I can hear her press the phone against her chest and her yelling for someone to peek into his window. A few moments later, she comes back. “Yeah, he’s here.”

   “I’ll be right down. Make sure he doesn’t leave.”

   “Will do, __________.”

   Click. 

   I look up at the boys as I throw the phone back onto the receiver. “There’s some problems with the girls at the factory,” I mutter, snatching the nearest pair of shoes and tugging them on. “I have t’go.”

   “We’re comin’, too,” they say in unison. 

   “You don’t have to. I’ll be back in time for tonigh-”

  “That’s not why we’re comin’ with,” Steve chuckles, slipping into his shoes. 

   “We’re comin’ with because it’s the right thing t’do,” Bucky finishes, slinging his legs off the side of the chair. “Now, c’mon, Doll. I’m drivin’.”

    Inside, the whir of machinery clanks and buzzes throughout the street. Smoke billows out from the chimneys and mixes with the pure white clouds above. There’s a large crowd amassed in front of the factory. Split into two groups, a group stands at the entrance facing out and a group stands a bit away facing in. The men stand at the entrance of the factory, chests puffed out and arms crossed. A few wear expressions of indifference. Others wear a cruel smile. I can tell by the colorful, oil-stained bandanas around their heads that it’s mostly women in the crowd. 

   It’s all women in the crowd looking in. 

   As Bucky parks across the street, I jump out before he stops. Lily turns to face me and parts from the crowd. I reach out and grab her calloused, russet-colored hand as we meet. “How’s it goin’?” I ask quietly, scanning the faces of the men standing guard at the factory entrance. 

   Her eyes scan the crowd of women whispering amongst themselves. “It’s not bad,” she whispers. 

   As she says this, one of the men scoffs and spits just at the front row of women’s feet. “Go back to your kitchens, now- the men’re back.”

   “...but it’s getting worse.” Lily finishes. Her hand squeezes mine as we weave through the crowd to get to the barricade of men. “Just… be careful... Okay? These ones… they’ve got a bite to them.”

   “I’ll be fine,” I whisper back. “I’ll take care of this.”

   We push through to the clearing between the two groups. The men’s eyes collectively gather on the two of us. Their faces and eyes harden as a dismissive air fills the gap between us. I purse my lips and sigh, walking straight for the door. 

   An arm shoots out and grabs mine, pulling me back in front of the factory. “No can do, miss,” the man huffs, “You’re all dismissed. Jobs ‘ve been filled. Richardson’s orders.”

   “If Richardson has given those orders, I’d like to hear them for myself,” I say firmly, shrugging his hand off of me. “So, if you’ll excuse me, sir.”

   The hand shoots out and grabs my arm again. “What part of ‘you’re dismissed’ did you not understand?”

   I stare up at the man and study his features for a moment. Scar above his left eye- which are green- and black hair that grazes his ears. A cigarette dangles from his chapped lips and freckles dot his face. I smile and clear my throat. “I understood perfectly. I just chose not to acknowledge it so that I can go talk to Mister Richardson.”

   The man scoffs. “Ya get one job ‘nd think you can talk to a man like that- this is why you women should stay at home. Get a job ‘nd ya start gettin’ all uppity ‘nd smartmouthed ‘cause your head’s been filled with so many ideas.”

   “On the contrary, sir,” I hum with a sickly-sweet smile. “I’d say staying at home has made me much more smartmouthed. Gave me a lot of time to think... Working clears me up. Lets me focus on what’s important. Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I’m talking to Mister Richardson.”

   “Listen, lady,” the man says, taking a drag from his cigarette. “If you don’t get outta here with all your other broads, I’m gonna have t’use force.”

   My smile broadens. “Force?” I coo, “Oh dear. Well… force won’t be necessary.”

   He chuckles, “That’s what I thought-”

   As he reaches up to grab his cigarette, I snatch his wrist and twist his arm around his back. Planting my elbow into the center of his back, he’s brought to his knees without much ‘force’. 

   “Now, sir,” I huff, “I’m going to talk with Mister Richardson and I’m going t’hand you off to a dear friend of mine. ‘nd you’re gonna be polite, you got that?”

   “Let me-!”

   I cut off his struggling with another twist of his wrist. “C’mon, now. Don’t get so many ideas of escaping. It’s pretty hard to in this position.”

   Bucky and Steve join me in the clearing. Bucky slowly glares at each one of the men while Steve tries to look as intimidating as possible. I smile as they get closer. “Looks like ya didn’t need us much, did you?” Bucky comments, looking down at the man as he squirms in my hold. 

   “Can you hold him while Lily ‘nd I go in to talk to Richardson?”

   “Sure thing,” Bucky mumbles, grabbing the man just below my hand. “Call out if ya need us.”

   “Thank you,” I smile. Lily tugs my arm and the two of us pass between the other men. They avoid our gazes as we pass, backs taut and shoulders too tense. 

   Scared of a couple of women. A nurse and a factory worker. 

   As they should be.

   We round the corner and head up the stairs overlooking the machinery. The door to Richardson’s office is shut but the familiar clacking of his typewriter and the glow of a lamp streams out into the stairway. “Ya ready for this, Lils?” I ask. 

   “Let’s do this.”

   The two of us push the door open. Mister Richardson, a heavy-set man with eternally-pink cheeks, sits at his wood desk surrounded by files and papers and his typewriter. His light eyes slide over to us over his glasses before widening. 

  “Miss Bishop!” He chuckles nervously, pushing away from his desk. Sweat lines the collar and underarms of his expensive-looking suit. 

   He’s been expecting my arrival.

   “I didn’t realise you’d be here today- and with Miss Aye-bee-bee-yo!”

   “Ababio,” we correct at the same time. 

   “Oh- of course!” He says with a grand outstretching of his arms. “My mistake! Well… ladies… what can I do for you?”

   “I think you know exactly what you can do for us,” I hum sweetly.

   “Now, Miss Bishop, let’s not be rash-”

   “Rash?” I ask, placing a hand on my chest in feigned offense. “Now, that doesn’t sound like me, does it, Lily?”

   Lily shakes her head. “Not at all, __________.”

   “No, sir. We just came… to talk.” I coo, sitting down on his desk. Sighing, I look around the room and tap my nail against the wood of his desk. “It’s a beautiful office you have here, Mister Richardson.”

   “T- thank you, Miss… Miss Bishop.”

   “Unfortunately, there are others that don’t have the same luxuries,” I sigh again. “Those women out there included.”

   “It’s truly unfortunate-”

   “Yes, it is, isn’t it? ...however, Madame Fortune did smile on them when they were… so graciously given work at this factory. Families were fed, houses were kept, food was bought, children cared for… Isn’t that right, Lily?”

   “Twenty-five families. Forty kids.”

   I whistle, raising my eyebrows as I get to my feet. Slowly, I stalk the decorated walls of his office. My fingernail trails down various gaudy declarations of wealth and prestige. “That’s quite a few people,” I hum, “None of them are quite happy with this… change in employment, I’m sure.”

   “Miss Bishop-”

   “I could only imagine how many pissed-off family members are on their way right now- not to mention how many children are wondering just where their next meal is coming from.”

   “Miss Bishop, please-”

   “What is it, Mister Richardson?” I ask, peeking out of his window to look down at the crowd out front.

   “These soldiers-”

   “Rejected soldiers, yes. Go on.”

   “They’re… they demand their jobs back and-”

   “Mmhm,” I hum, “But if I remember correctly, you’re understaffed.”

   “Well, yes, but the men. They… they’d rather not… they’d rather not work with…”

   “With what, Mister Richardson? Spit it out.”

   “With… women.”

   My head falls back with laughter. As my laughter dies down, I wipe a tear off my face. “A- apologies,” I mumble, “I just… I… I think that’s absolutely hilarious. They come in here and demand- sorry... beg- for their jobs back and tell you they won’t work with women? Are you… not the boss, Mister Richardson?”

   “Well, no-”

   “So you call the shots, yes? And you set the conditions under which your employees work?”

   “Yes, but-”

   “So you’re understaffed with all those women working out there so why not... add the men back to their original positions? Lily can retrain the women working those positions since I understand that men can’t be nearly as… versatile as we can.”

   “Well, the men-”

   “Ah yes,” I mumble, tapping my finger on my chin. “I forgot. A bunch of rejected soldiers refuse to work amongst women. They must not need the work then. Mister Richardson, wasn’t it you who said… oh, what was it… Lily?”

   “‘A man starved cannot turn his nose up at bread’.”

   “Thank you, darling,” I smile, winking at her. Turning back to Richardson, my face turns to stone. “Was that not you?”

   “...it was.”

   “Are you not a man of your word? Oh dear…”

   Richardson goes quiet. 

   Lily opens her mouth to speak but I wave her off- watching as Richardson’s face twitches in thought. The handkerchief held tightly in his hand is damp and his knuckles white. Sweat drips down his face, even in the coolness of the day. 

   Scared of a nurse and a factory worker.

   As he should be.

   “...tell the girls their break is over,” Richardson says quietly. “And bring the men up here. I… I have some changes to our agreement I’d like to discuss.”

   Lamplight flickers overhead as our steps echo down the lonely street. Puddles have formed in scattered sections of the road and sidewalk. The smell of rain is ever-present. Steve is up in front of us, walking alongside the date Bucky had arranged for him. She’s sweet- a little ditzy and blunt but… she didn’t look at Steve any different than she did Bucky or I so…

   I just want him to be happy.

   “You’re thinkin’ too hard again,” Bucky mumbles, nudging me with his elbow as we walk down the street. “What’s plaguin’ ya this time?”

   “Nothin’, Buck,” I laugh, rolling my eyes. 

   “Ya might cut me with that lie, Doll,” he teases, “C’mon… you can tell me what’s on that pretty mind’a yours.”

   “...nothing, Buck.”

   “Is it the committee? The Women’s Committee?”

   “No.”

   “What about the girls at the factory?-”

   “They’ll be okay,” I say quietly, watching as Steve turns bright red after his date compliments his suit. “They can handle themselves pretty well- especially with Lily there.”

   “Okay, then,” Bucky mumbles, “What is it?”

   “Why do ya wanna know so bad?” I ask with a small laugh, eyes sliding over to him.

   Bucky smirks, laughs, and shakes his head. His eyes turn down to the sidewalk before another huffing laugh passes his lips. “‘Cause I worry ‘bout you, Doll.”

   “You always worry about me,” I tease, nudging him with my elbow. “Ever since you two found me in that alleyway… fending for my life against those assholes... always worryin’ about me.”

   “Can’t help it,” he says quietly, “I love you, Doll.”

   “I love you, too, Buck,” I whisper back. I can still feel his eyes on my back before I turn to face him. “But you can stop worrying… I’m twenty-five years old and you’ve been worryin’ since I was eight- you can take a break now.”

   Bucky stops. I stop and turn to face him again, eyebrows furrowing as I look at him. He’s just… staring. Unwavering. Just staring right through me. A small shiver runs down my spine- not fear, just… anxiety. Like the kind when someone’s going through your stuff and you don’t want them to find something. But… what do I not want him to find…?

   Finally, Bucky smiles crookedly- all cocky and broken at the same time- before clicking his heels together and shaking his head with laughter. “You’re so smart… why… why can’t you figure this out? It’s… all laid out for ya. Just… figure it out already...”

   “What’s that supposed t’mean?” I snap, eyebrow shooting into an arch. “I’ve figured it out already, Buck-”

   “That’s not what I mean,” he mumbles, stepping forward and pressing his lips to my forehead. Bucky lingers there for a moment- does he? I could be imagining things- before he pulls away with a sigh. “You don’t get what I mean.”

    ...what is he talking about?

   “Bucky!” I yell, running after him as he catches up with Steve. “Bucky, c’mon, tell me what you mean!”

    “There’s no fun in that!” He yells back, “You’ve gotta learn for yourself!”

   “Miss Bishop!” 

   My ears perk up and I dart around the corner of the nurses’ station to the Doctor’s office. Doctor Nachtnebel looks up at me over his glasses as I hurry in. “Yes, Doctor?” I hum, smoothing my hands down my skirt. 

   “Close the door,” he rasps with a slight German accent. “Drafty.”

   I do as he says as he gets up, adjusting his glasses as he looks down at the papers in his weathered hands. The folders have streaks of jet-black ink crossing out the more ‘delicate’ information restricted from the wandering eyes of nurses. But if you’re lucky, you can snatch a glance every now and then as the Doctor crosses the lines out. 

   “Miss Bishop,” the doctor says quietly, pacing slowly towards me. “...may I be frank?”

   “...of course, sir,” I mumble, eyebrows furrowing as he stops in front of me. His light eyes- one blue and one grey- scan my face as a hand comes to massage his drooping jaw. Slowly, he inhales raggedly. “...is… is something wrong, sir?” I ask as I take a step forward.

   “That remains… to be seen,” he mutters, turning away and placing his hand on his desk. “Miss Bishop, do you recall the project I asked your assistance on?”

   I do. He had called me into his office late one night, told me to shut the door and sat me down to discuss a project he had been recruited to assist in. Some serum- the details were few and hazy. The government wanted it created, produced, tested, and perfected. Human testing is scheduled to start next week, should the higher-ups approve the tests done on various animals. 

   I nod with a small smile. “Did they approve human testing?” 

   Doctor Nachtnebel scoffs and shakes his head. He rubs a hand down his face then back up and into his hair. “No… No, Miss Bishop, they did not.”

   My shoulders slump a bit. I was there for a solid part of the project. Not the testing, unfortunately, but the formula design and tweaking of chemicals and such- I was there. This had become something I grew proud of. “...oh,” I whisper, eyes settling on the floor. “I’m… I’m sorry, Doctor.”

   “...so am I,” he mumbles. “Miss Bishop, you… you gave me permission to be frank,” he says, turning back to face me. He looks down his glasses at me- eyes blinking slowly. “Do you still permit me?”

   I nod. 

   “Oh good,” Doctor Nachtnebel hums with a small smile. “Miss Bishop…” he sighs, shaking his head as he looks back down at his hands. My eyes follow his and land on a single syringe filled with a thick blue liquid. 

   “Miss Bishop,” he says again quietly, “I am sorry.”

   “Sorry for-”

   He cuts me off, lunging and grabbing me by the face. Wrapping his arm around my mouth, he tugs me to him. I scream- something muffled by the hand held tight against my face. Something pricks my neck as my eyes wildly flick towards the pain. The syringe slowly begins injecting liquid into me. Like blue fire, it singes under my skin and writhes through my veins. 

   I let out another scream as I thrash in his hold. He’s strong- much stronger than he looks. Fingers dig into my waist and back, holding me almost completely still as I try to get away. Pain slips into every inch of my body and lights every section on fire. 

   “I am sorry, Miss Bishop,” the doctor mutters through gritted teeth. “I did like you… I just… have other allegiances.” 

   The doctor leans into my ear as another scream tears out of my lungs. “...hail HYDRA, Miss Bishop.”

   Cold. 

   Cold and hot and empty and full.

   My eyes glide around the room. Empty. Left to die.

   Freezing. Shivering, biting cold. 

   I’m alone. The clinic closed until tomorrow. 

   Doctor. Doctor- that traitor. 

   My limbs are not my own. Weighed down with fatigue, I can barely move my neck. 

   Sweat beads down every inch of me and drips onto the tile floor. My clothes stick to my skin and my body burns with heat. I can see faint traces of it on the tile. 

   Help. I need help.

   My mouth is dry- too dry to even crack open. 

   Slowly, I push my hands under my chest. 

   Up. Get up. 

   Up.

   Get. Up. 

   I’m on my knees now. Sweat is slicking down my arms. 

   Pants leave my lips as I stare lazily at the doorknob. 

   Steve. Bucky. 

   My hand reaches out and slips off the knob. My body falls forward and I collide with the tile once again. 

   I’m going to die here.

   Something creaks outside. The doctor. He’s back. Here to check on the serum’s progress. 

   It’s still a test for him. 

   “Doll?” 

   Bucky. 

   Energy surges through me as I hear his steps hesitantly get closer. 

   “Doll, you here?”

   “B-” I stop, straining as I try to get to my knees again. “Bucky.” His name leaves my lips like a crackling groan. Barely noticeable. 

   “...Dollface, c’mon, this ain’t funny. Come home... It’s late.”

   “Buck,” I groan again, clutching my sides as they start to clench and pulse. “Bucky!” I yell, my voice snapping like wood in a fire. 

   His footsteps come running towards the door. As the door swings open, my body devours the cool air blown in. It sends chills down every inch of me but I know how bad my fever is. 

   “Clothes,” I whimper, fisting the drenched fabric in my hands. “Clothes.”

   “Doll, what… what happened?!” Bucky yells, dropping down to my side. His hand cups under my neck. “...you’re burnin’ up.”

   “Clothes,” I whisper, my hands now shaking. “Please.”

   Bucky scans my eyes and then nods frantically, gripping my shirt and tugging it over my head gently. My body seizes with tremors as the air hits me. Bucky immediately reaches back for the shirt- only for my hand to reach out and grab his wrist. “No.” I shake harshly, eyes rolling back into my head. “Hos... hospital.”

   “Okay… okay, yeah, Doll, I can do that. I can do that.” Bucky says quietly, nodding to himself. “Okay, yeah. Yeah, let’s go. C’mon, Doll. Let’s go.”

   “...don’t know…”

   “...nothing we can…”

   “...it won’t be long… gave her sedatives to help...”

   “Bullshit!” 

   “Sir-”

   “No! You go in there ‘nd you fix her!” 

   “Buck, calm-”

   “No, Steve! They’re… they’re frauds! ...fix her, dammit!”

   “Bucky,” I call softly, swallowing hard as my eyes swim around. Nothing’s in focus- all of it just colors and vague shapes. “Steve?”

   Two pairs of footsteps run towards me. Colored silhouettes drift over me and I feel someone cup my face, a thumb rubbing my cheek. My body melts into the touch as someone else grips my hand. “Boys,” I mumble with a lucid smile. “My boys…”

   “Heya Doll,” Bucky rasps, “...they’re… they’re gonna fix ya up all nice ‘nd good, alright? You’re… you’re gonna be just fine, Doll.”

   I laugh quietly, “...Stevie… what’d they actually say?” I watch as the darker silhouette on my right slightly looks toward the lighter silhouette. “...stop threatening… him, Buck. Let the… let the kid answer.”

   Steve grips my hand tighter. “...they, uh... they don’t… they don’t know how to stop the fever.”

   “...how much have they given me?” I ask, blinking slowly. My eyelids feel like weights. 

   “Enough for four people,” Steve answers. I can hear the shake in his voice. Feel the tears landing on my skin. 

   “But you’re gonna be fine, Doll,” Bucky says quietly. “You’re gonna be okay ‘nd you’re gonna let me take ya on that date.”

   “Okay, Buck,” I whisper, my eyelids falling shut. “We’ll… we can go on that date. I’ll… I’ll wear… that new red dress that… you like.”

   “Hey, you keep those eyes open, kid,” Bucky snaps, tapping my cheek with his hand. 

   My eyes slide open and I can feel my chapped lips tug up into a smile. “...I’m so tired, boys.”

   “I know but you gotta stay awake, alright?” Bucky whispers, his voice snapping and cracking. I can feel the tears landing on my face as his hand strokes my face and hair. 

   I know what this is. Endgame. The point of no return. They’ve pumped me so full of drugs they’ll just be killing me faster if they put any more in me. I can feel it, too. Something softly crawling up my legs and body under my skin- like a hum. A gentle relaxation unlike anything. The deepest sleep. 

   It’s over. 

   “Steve,” I mumble, “You take care’a him- keep those ditzy broads outta his hair... alright?” 

   “...okay… okay, __________,” he whispers, his grip growing tighter as I hear him stifle sobs. “I’ll do that.”

  “‘nd... Bucky-”

   “No,” he snaps, “No, no. No. You stop... talkin’ like that, kid. Stop it, Doll. You’re gonna be okay- you stop it.”

   “Bucky, please,” I whisper, feeling my eyes close again. “It’s… Just… take my hand. Please?”

   “No. No, I’m… I’m not gonna do that, Doll, you just stay awake. Stay awake!”

   “Bucky, please,” I whimper as my eyes slide open. I can’t see anything- just them and black. “I… I don’t wanna go alone. I… I need you two with me.”

   “__________, you shut your mouth right now. Stop it.”

   “Bucky, take her hand.”

   “Shut up, Steve,” Bucky snaps. “I’m… I’m gonna… I’m gonna get help. I’m getting you help, Doll. Okay? I’m gonna be back with help. You’re gonna be okay.”

  “Bucky,” I whisper, tears streaming down my face. 

   The hum has reached my chest as I watch the darker silhouette pull away. Steve turns, yelling for Bucky to get back here and pleading for him with broken sobs. 

   “Bucky,” I call, sobs wracking my body as only the light colors of Steve stay in vision. “Bucky, please…”

   A single tear passes my eyelid as my breath stills. 

   There’s only one thought on my mind as sound, light, color, and shape fade. 

   I love you, boys.

[lokigodofaces]

Hi, you just reblogged a post you made! I’m lowkeyorloki, just on anon bc my Loki blog is a side blog. I wanted to say I understand where you’re coming from about too many asks for nsfw - I had the exact same problem when I started my blog at 17 (!!!) years old. I didn’t want to write smut for a lot of different reasons. When I got older and willing to do it, I was pigeonholed and now my sfw fics get very little interaction comparatively, which is wild bc I get asks about being a perv who can’t write anything but porn. It’s also funny, one of my multi chapters has a lot of nsfw and I got flack for that. The past ten ish chapters have been plot heavy with only one sex scene, and a fair amount of comments are saying things like “amazing fic but I miss the smut.” It’s hard, because as content creators, we honestly can’t win. Anyway, this is all to say I agree with your tags and I’m sorry your readers are giving you that feedback. I understand how frustrating it is :’) I think it’s amazing you post work in the first place and we should all be thankful for that! Keep doing what you’re doing ✨

here's the post for context (because this is important and I want to give my followers another chance to see it)

Thank you so much! And I'm sorry that you've been through this on both the nsfw side and the sfw side. And that you were getting those asks so young! I started getting comments about that when I was 16 or 17, so, yeah, that's not good. I also first published on Wattpad (which has a generally younger audience) and started publishing on Ao3 and other sites later, so that was concerning to get those comments on Wattpad when I know half the writers are <15 (so there are either adults on Wattpad that are being creepy as heck towards minors or there are teens that are looking into some stuff (that they maybe shouldn't be) and don't have boundaries figured out enough to know that not everyone wants that).

I honestly didn't know about problems nsfw writers had because I don't write nsfw or read it. I kinda just chill in my corner with my sfw stuff (and lots of aspec stuff :D). And I just...hadn't really ever thought of it? Because it doesn't apply to me? And it felt kind of...nice to know that I'm not the only one with problems? That fandom spaces are kinda fricked up and can't decide what they want? What is morally correct (because that's always dragged in for some reason)? So both sfw blogs and nsfw blogs get this crap. Because if there's no smut, we're prudes. If there is smut, we're pervs. (Which also feels like it has something to do with misogyny? Like I'm a woman writing a few romances (some of which are x readers that are very self indulgent) that don't include sex scenes (or even implied sex, depending on the fic, if characters are sex averse), and that is seen as wrong? I'm seen as a prude? And, I don't know if you are a woman, so I won't use you as an example. But I'm sure there are women with similar experiences to you, and they are seen as horny pervs who care about nothing but sex if they write nsfw. And, if you aren't a woman, there's a fair chance you have been misgendered since Loki is seen as nothing but eye candy for women by lots of Marvel fans. Which causes lots of problems).

Also, this ask made me feel better because I wasn't sure if I was just experiencing aphobia. Don't get me wrong, I am. I thought there was a serious bias against sfw fics, but I wasn't sure since all of mine are aspec. But if other people are having problems...this isn't just an aphobia thing (though the aphobes love it). This is allonormativity, maybe a bit of misogyny.

But, yeah, thanks for this ask! Makes me feel better to know that I'm not alone. And I'm sorry about all you went through and the crap you get from people. Proud of you for hanging in there! <3

[flashfuture]

*me after seeing you in the comments of a post* can you talk about jayroy and/or joyfire 👀

ooohh. Okay Joyfire isn’t for moi because I just don’t see Jay and Kori as a ship that makes sense. It’s because Dick and her is pretty much an OTP of mine now lol 

But JayRoy this is something I find to be very interesting. Because RHATO had both Kori and Roy stripped down and made into sexy sidekicks for Jason. But Roy as an actual character is very interesting to be paired with Jason.

I think Roy and Jason have had similar experiences in life. They’re both actually pretty serious people who are very determined. Of course, Roy’s issues with Ollie have never been as bad as Jason’s with Bruce not even on their worst days but you know some daddy issues. 

And I think Jason absolutely could be a good dad to Lian. I like the dynamic of them being buddies you know and the childhood crush from Jason is always a cute idea. 

I also have this HC that Dick asked Roy and Kori to keep an eye on Jason and they just got attached. But like I miss Artemis and Biz too so yeah. 

Mmm so yeah lol I just like readings fics for it I don’t have any set in stone dynamics or anything I like. I, of course, won’t stand for Ollie bashing cause ooh boy is that wrong but otherwise I’m all good. 

Here’s the thing Jayroy I see as something completely fanon to me. I would never wanna see it in the comics or anything. And I think DickRoy has a stronger foundation. But this is fanon. I could pair Jason with idk Kaine Parker over at Marvel comics and it’s just me having some fun. 

Not gonna lie when people bring up the age gap I just can’t see a problem with it. Roy is in his late 20s and Jason by the time he really hangs out with Roy should be like 20. There are bigger age gaps than seven or so years. My parents had an 8 year age gap, my cousin married someone like 20 years older than him (I think it was a sugar baby/cougar scenario) So yeah don’t really get that if everyone is over 18 safe, sane, and consensual then have at it. Especially these are you know fake people. 

It’s, not exactly the same as like racism or misogyny in comics which I’ll rant about all the live long day. 

I mean obviously, if age gaps squick you out you’re allowed to feel that way and avoid content with them. But I don’t think it makes you a bad person if you like JayRoy. It’s a pretty common dynamic I’ve seen tbh where the friend of an older sibling ends up dating the younger sibling. Hell, it happened in my high school. So yeah I know some people don’t like the ship and that is all good no issues from me but you don’t really need to take a moral high ground to dislike something lol. 

I think the comics had so much promise too if they didn’t make Roy and Kori sidekicks. Because they’re both sooo much more experienced than Jason. So it would have been cool if it really was Roy and Kori keeping an eye on Jason’s dumb ass and realizing he’s probably gonna get himself killed. And then working with him and Jason who’s never really been on a team team has to learn the ropes. Falling back into listening to someone else takes some time too. So then Kori can help Jason find some freedom from the bat agenda by you know not giving him one of Dick’s old shirts. And Roy helps remind Jason that despite Jason and Bruce’s angst the rest of Jason’s family would like to spend time with him. 

There was potential that was squandered which hey that’s what fanfiction is for right? 

[carriagelamp]

September Book Roundup, back-to-school edition aka The Season Of Red apparently?

Here is a selection of the books I’ve read this month. Summer is over, so the little bit of brain power I had managed to scrape together is quickly disintegrating, so enjoying the hodge podge of stories.

Binti

This was probably my favourite book that I read this month. It’s a novella I first heard about hear on tumblr and went to find a copy in my library. I have since bought the collected trilogy so I can read book two and three at my leisure because it was honestly just that friggin cool. This is exactly my flavour of scifi and I tend to be very very picky about the scifi I consume. It’s about a girl named Binti, a member of the Himba people (a real group of indigenous people from Namibia). They are a people well known for their mathematical and technical prowess, but due to their strong connection to their homeland and the earth they choose not to travel through space like so many other humans do. However, when Binti secures a position at Oomza University, the greatest university in the galaxy, she chooses to go against her family’s wishes and traditions in order to set out into space to attend. Everything is ruined though when her spaceship is attacked by a hostile alien race and everyone is killed but Binti, who must rely on all her intellect and abilities if she wants any chance at survival.

A seriously cool book with great world building – it really successfully introduces readers not only to the fictional scifi world and races of the novel but also to the culture and traditions of the Himba people. It’s a quick read, and feels like a cross between Dead Space and Tamora Pierce. Would totally recommend a read.

Fake Blood

A Canadian graphic novel. It was a goofy cute read. It’s about an awkward group of friends in middle school, and one boy with a crush on one of the girls in his class. Knowing her love for vampire stories, AJ decides, like any self-respecting middle schooler, to try to pretend he’s a vampire. Naturally nothing goes right and some things go wrong in unexpected ways. It’s funny and cute. Nothing amazing but it was a cozy evening read.

The Last Book On The Left

I’ve been listening to this podcast a lot since my friend recommended it to me and finally decided to read their book. For those that don’t know, The Last Podcast On The Left is a immaculately researched comedy podcast that’s hosted by Ben Kissel, Marcus Parks, and Henry Zebrowski, and explores the darker realms of human nature. Ghosts, paranormal, aliens, cults, and of course serial killers. In this book they collected several of their biggest name serial killer series, did some renewed research, and put together a book that is both informative, irreverent, gross, and very funny, complete with some really amazing illustrations by Tom Neely. A very cool read (and listen, if you decide to check out the podcast instead), I really love how they tell these stories without idolizing or romanticizing the people they talk about. Their humour always makes sure you know exactly how much of a pathetic loser these people are. Fantastic true crime, from someone who has never really felt the need to read about true crime before.

Midnight Sun

I won’t harp on this one, everyone is already going to firmly have their opinions here. I grew up on Twilight, I was reading them as they came out, and I still love them. Were they dumb? Oh my god yes. Did they have problems? Sure, they came out in 2005 it was part and parcel. Were they also a really fun for a thirteen year old to read? Absolutely, I don’t regret it. Sometimes teenage girls should just to get like things without being mocked.

Anyway, I am off my soapbox now (can you tell this is still a raw spot for me?) I unironically loved this book! Getting to see Edward’s perspective was really cool, and since he can read minds it essentially let you get the perspective of everyone else around him too. The Cullens family is a great set of characters so it was really cool to see more of them, and I was very impressed by how Stephenie Meyers took a YA romance she wrote in 2005 and was able to make it feel updated and more appropriate for a 2020 audience even though she couldn’t actually change any of the events themselves. So fans of Twilight, don’t be ashamed, go read Midnight Sun and have the shameless fun you deserve. Is there anymore appropriate book for the bizarre ass year that was 2020 than a return to this goofy nonsense?

The Paperbag Princess

(and Up, Up, Down, and Robert Munsch in general)

I’m back in schools so I’m back to reading children’s book! And honestly, and of you that don’t occasionally sit down and read a kids book out loud don’t know what you’re missing. Anyway, Robert Munsch is a Canadian author, and one of my all-time favourite children’s authors. It surprised me to learn he isn’t as well known in the States apparently? I don’t know if that’s changed or not, but he is a Canadian staple for a good reason, his books have ridiculous premises, are specifically written to be fun to read out loud, and have beautiful, involved, and hilarious illustrations. The Paperbag Princess is one of my absolute favourites, and as a kid it was one of the first stories I had ever read where a princess is the one saving the prince… and then telling the prince to piss off when it turns out he’s a jerk. Up, Up, Down is another favourite I reread this month, because it’s just hilarious funny and makes a fantastic read aloud with kids. Some other Robert Munsch I reread this month include: Mmm, Cookies, More Pies, Ribbon Rescue, Just One Goal, and Andrew’s Loose Tooth. You just cannot go wrong, for kids or adults.

Pit Pony

Another Canadian staple while I was growing up. If you’re a young adult know who went through the Canadian elementary school system, you probably had your entire heart ripped out and stepped on by this chapter book. It’s a historical fiction that looks at the economic hardship, debt slavery, child labour, and animal abuse that was tied to coal mining in the Maritimes. Finding a copy was harder than I would have expected give how pervasive it was a decade or so back, but reading it again was a pure shot of nostalgia.

Seeking Refuge

A graphic novel written by a German-born Canadian about a Jewish girl who flees Nazi-occupied Austria by way of Kindertransport to become a child refuge in England. It follows her as she is moved from host family to host family as the war continues to pick up and gradually makes it’s way to the United Kingdom as well. It’s very poignant and the pencil-sketch illustrations are an interesting change to a lot of the graphic novels that are out right now. This story is still aimed at a younger audience, so it never gets too brutal but it still is a hard hitting story, especially with everything else going on right now.

Silver Spoon #9/10

I know I’ve talked about these books before, but my library got some more since I last read them, so I’m continuing my way through the series. It’s about a teenaged boy who, after having a breakdown from the pressure he was feeling to study and succeeded, decided not to attend an academic, urban high school, but rather to apply for an agricultural high school so he could live in the dorms, far away from his parents. The series just gets more and more heartwarming as it continues. It’s all about failure and overcoming and how worth can be measured in different ways, and about family and understanding each other and coming together… but also about the realities of farming which aren’t always very nice, especially when it comes to finances and survival. It’s written by the mangaka behind Fullmetal Alchemist but I’ll be honest… I think I like this series more. It is honestly one of my all time favourite manga series, it just has so much heart.

Ruby Finds A Worry

aka Ruby’s Worry apparently? I can’t figure out why this has more than one title. I actually read it in French not English, so for me it was Le Souci de Calie. Regardless, this was a nice little picture book for talking about worries and anxieties with children… especially with the amount of Covid stress a lot of kids are dealing with. It explains in a really nice way how talking about anxieties are often the best way to make them more manageable, and how pretending nothing is wrong can just let it grow bigger and bigger. A good explanation for kids and possible a good reminder for adults.

War of the Realms: Journey Into Mystery

I read this because the Mcelroy family wrote it so I figured Hey! Why not give it a go! And I’m glad I did. Their brand of humour was all over it, and it made the story a delight to read. I don’t follow all of Marvel’s weirdness, so I didn’t actually know most of the characters (Miles and Kate were actually the only two I was familiar with) but they do a great job of introducing the characters and making them all feel distinct and interesting. I absolutely adore the Dog of Gods (God of Dogs) who is a very very good boy. And Miles is absolutely always a delight so you can’t really lose. It’s a single book that I think is a part of a larger plotline that I have zero interest in. This book is a fine one to read though if you don’t mind jumping into the middle of the action and just getting swept along for the ride. Also Mcelroys!

Witcher Omnibus

Bleh. Absolutely not worth it. All the misogyny and Dumb Bullshit that I hate in the original books and from video games in general. Honestly, Witcher III did way better by its characters than most of these short stories. The only one worth reading in it is Curse Of Crows – that one was actually really enjoyable, probably because it was about Ciri and had an actual fucking woman on the writing team. (Seriously guys what were you thinking with Fox Children that’s literally just a story from Season of Storms but done worse. Fuck off.) If you like The Witcher, go read Curse of Crows and skip every other story in this book.

Billy Stuart: Les Zintrépides #1

Another French (Quebecois) book I read, though I believe you can get it in English as well (Billy Stuart and the Zintrepids). It’s a chapter book / graphic novel hybrid, and was honestly a fairly fun little read. It’s in a similar vein to Geronimo Stilton but done much better in my opinion. The humour was funnier, the characters felt less like caricatures, and while it still used stylized fonts it was also less intrusive and eye-strainy than the Stilton books. Also when the story suddenly pivots into the main adventure and mystery of the series? Fantastic. Was not expecting a hell-beast to appear part way through the story. Very interested in reading more.

Over all, it was cute and funny, and I can see it being a good next step when children have read their fill of the Stilton series and want something similar but possibly a bit more involved and coherent.

[missmadjicthestoryteller]

A New Adventure: Carol Danvers x Reader

Summary: You see Carol once again fixing her Fighter Jet, unaware a new mission is in store for the both of you. 

Characters: Carol Danvers x Reader

Word Count: 944

Warnings: Possible plot spoilers for Captain Marvel.

A/N: This is my first time writing for Carol/Captain Marvel, if you want to see more, feel free to let me know! I hope you enjoy this piece. 

Feedback is always welcome and is appreciated if you choose to give it! 

“Carol, come down from there!”

It wasn’t until you watched the way she sulked down the ladder of the F-15 fighter jet, her hair tangled and knotted, she seemed pleased. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Oh, you know, fixing it.” 

She chuckled slightly and you couldn’t help but feel happy at hearing her be happy. 

“I just want to be up there.”

“I know you do. Talk to Lawson, she’ll get you the best seat in the house to fly those... Maria told me.” 

“What is Maria going off on this time? She knows as well as I do, we can’t fly them yet.”

“So why are you fixing it then?”

You questioned her comically. Her only resolve to be out there in the sky, was seemingly working to fix the very same fighters she wouldn’t be allowed to use. 

“Do you think she’ll let you fly one day?”

“I hope so. I joined the Air Force to do something. I want to do something.”

“Let me guess - it’s your passion?”

“It is. You know it is.”

“Well... Maria needs some passion right about now, too; Monica’s getting out of hand she said.” 

“Lieutenant Trouble, out of hand? You don’t say!” 

You playfully swatted her arm for using Monica’s nickname. It was getting harder and harder for both Carol and Maria to be unable to fly. That’s all they wanted... a step in the right direction. You’d promised Carol that one day, she could see that promise come to fruition. Even as you looked at her, her hair slightly blowing in the wind, it was becoming clearer that with each step taken in the right direction, it felt like one was being taken backwards alongside it, leaving us both unmoving. For every man who got stuck inside the fighter jet, a woman was left off the drawing pile. It pained Carol, but it pained you more - her dream was being wiped out from beneath her, written and drawn over by everyone else’s expectations. She was being rewritten before her very eyes, into the cold hearted woman the men viewed her as. Some days, it would show more often if the pilots picked on her, but other days, she wouldn’t care what they had to say. She would have fun, let go, and laugh. You hoped she could always feel that free, just as she was feeling right now. It was evident by the dimples in her smile, and the way her eyes seemed to glisten as the sun caught on them. She was more relaxed now than she’d been all day, and you were happier to see her in this fresh state of mind. 

“Do you think you’ll get promoted?” 

You wished the question hadn’t left your mouth... yet it did. 

You saw the way Carol quickly whipped her head in your direction, her eyes flashing a pained glance. 

“To be honest, I don’t know what’s in store for me. Even tomorrow is undecided. But hey,” she said looped her arm into mine, “that means we can continue to make today whatever we want it to be.” 

“Look at you, all optimistic - that’s my job.” 

Taking charge of the situation, she smiled. 

“Let’s go see Maria and Lawson.” 

“I second that.”

You both walked back inside the hangar, where many of the male pilots stayed. You glanced at them, and although you were granted access to the base even though you were not military, that placed even more of a target on my back. The first day Carol had brought you here, you were being catcalled left and right. It was hard to adjust to that kind of misogyny in the form of endearment, and you tried your hardest to shrug it off. It wasn’t always successful, but Carol made attempts to dissuade the situation as best as possible. You smiled now as you saw Maria and Doctor Lawson looking at Carol and yourself walking arm in arm. 

“Well if it isn’t the two lovebirds.” 

Maria chuckled as you went to hug her and shake hands with Lawson. 

“Doctor. I saw the way Carol handled the quite, ahem, thorough cleaning of the fighter jet,” you started as you looked back at her, “and I was wondering, is it possible she can fly one in the coming weeks?”

“Well, if she’s ready, I have a project I’m finalizing for new recruits. It’s sort of a... tactical exercise in a way. Perfect for you workaholics, I’d say,”  she stated, as she looked between Maria and Carol, “Danvers, if you want that spot, I’d say it’s yours unless someone else comes along.” 

“Wait... really?” 

Both you and Carol looked to one another and you grinned widely. Her dreams were coming true! Just like that! 

“Yes, really, cadets. I trust your instincts will be intact for when I call on you?” 

“Yes, m’am.” Carol saluted to the Doctor in approval, and then stood at ease. 

“Good. I’ll call on you soon, but for now, mull it over and get some rest. It will be a big trip, and you’ll need your energy.” 

“Thank you, Lawson, it means a lot to her.” You  said this to her confidently, and she nodded in consideration. 

Walking away, you almost screamed in happiness as you hugged both Maria and Carol. 

“Looks like you’ll be making a name for yourself, Carol.” Maria said, grinning. “Where’s your head at now?”

“Already back in the clouds.” 

Carol responded and you laughed. 

“Of course it is.” 

“Yes... higher, further, faster, baby, that’s the motto.”

“That’s right,” you and Maria told her, smiling. 

Your dreams were coming true, and adventure was now in store for all of you.