A Gilded Cage (One Shot)
No under 18s thank you
Summary: It calls to you. Constantly. Incessantly. In the darkest hours of the night, your name echoes on the wind like a soft song. As the sun sits high in the sky, washing the earth with its hot beams, you feel your name buried deep in the earth beneath your feet. The house - it calls to you.
Pairing: Dark AU Demons Carol Danvers & Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: Non/Dub-Con, Forced Mild Pet Play, AU, Supernatural Elements, Demons, Forced Orgasms, Restraints, Romani Wanda
Word Count: 2.3k+
Notes: Phew Okay.... thank you to the GORGEOUS anon who sent the request for "Demons Carol and Wanda keeping the reader as their pet"... this was something I didn't know I needed. Thank you @caffiend-queen for betaing and head patting.
I hope you enjoy x
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It calls to you. Constantly. Incessantly.
In the darkest hours of the night, your name echoes in the wind like a soft song. As the sun sits high in the sky, washing the earth with its hot beams, you feel your name buried deep in the earth beneath your feet.
The house - it calls to you.
For decades it has stood rotting and abandoned as the neighbourhood grew and changed. Families came and went but the house has always remained empty.
In Another Life
Prompt: “Hi again! I always look forward to reading all your work, would you be interested in doing a cross-over?? One where the reader is dating Carol at the beginning but then they break up (you can decide the reason why) and the reader moves to National City where she meets Lena. Then the reader falls in love with Lena and they begin dating. After a while, Carol returns and tries to win the reader back. You can decide how it ends - reader ends up with Carol or Lena or they start a poly-relationship??”
Requested by: @lmaodrag1037
Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader
Word Count: 6103
Warning/s: DC X MARVEL Crossover. Angsty with a happy ending (depending on who you ship R with.)
A/N: This prompt sat on my pending list forever. I’m so sorry it took so long but here it is. I hope you guys like it. I’m sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes that still escaped me. And lemme know what you guys think! Stay bright, my darlings. xx
In Another Life
Prompt: “Hi again! I always look forward to reading all your work, would you be interested in doing a cross-over?? One where the reader is dating Carol at the beginning but then they break up (you can decide the reason why) and the reader moves to National City where she meets Lena. Then the reader falls in love with Lena and they begin dating. After a while, Carol returns and tries to win the reader back. You can decide how it ends - reader ends up with Carol or Lena or they start a poly-relationship??”
Requested by: @lmaodrag1037
Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader
Word Count: 6103
Warning/s: DC X MARVEL Crossover. Angsty with a happy ending (depending on who you ship R with.)
A/N: This prompt sat on my pending list forever. I’m so sorry it took so long but here it is. I hope you guys like it. I’m sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes that still escaped me. And lemme know what you guys think! Stay bright, my darlings. xx
I Don't Know What I’d Do Without You.
Summary: Reader is a pregnant vigilante and gets hurt trying to save someone, Alex is very mad.
“Okay, before you say anything. The baby is fine.” you hold your hand up to your wife when she stomps inside the room of the DEO where you were being examined. “I should be asking how that guy is though,” you gesture to Alex’s red and bruised hands as you chuckle.
“This isn’t funny, y/n. You could’ve gotten hurt, the baby could’ve gotten hurt,” Alex scolds, which makes you sigh.
“Okay, first of all, me and the baby are fine, Sam just checked and told me so. Secondly, don’t scold me. I’m not one of your rookies, I’m your wife.” you start to get irritated.
“That’s not the point, y/n. It’s that you guys could’ve gotten hurt. And it seems like you couldn’t care less,” your wife’s comment cuts deeper than the minor stab wound that the perp did to you, prompting tears to well up in your eyes.
“Don’t you are say that, Alexandra,” you warn, Alex’s eyes widen because the last time you called her by her full name, you guys’ relationship almost didn’t make it.
“I don’t know what i’d do without you. I need you. I wouldn’t know what i’d do if I lost you and the baby,” your heart breaks when you hear your wife’s voice crack and tears start streaming down her face.
“Oh Ally, I’m sorry,” you beckon the Director over with your hand and she rushes over to you and buries her head in your shoulder. You run your hands through her hair and scratch at her scalp as her cries ring out throughout the room. You are sure the whole building can hear her cries and it’s really the first time Alex has genuinely cried at work, not wanting to give out the perception that she’s weak. But honestly, Alex couldn’t care less, because she was so scared. “I didn’t realise how much this would effect you, and thats selfish of me. I just knew I was eventually going to stop fighting because of the pregnancy. But I want to keep helping, I want to be useful.”
“There’s more ways to be useful than fighting, babe,” Alex reminds you, “But I understand, i’d feel the same way.”
You smile softly as Alex brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear and kisses your cheek softly. “How about we work something out with J’onn and you can help out with Brainy. I know you’re great with computers. That way, you can help out on missions and you can stay safe at the same time,” Alex questions, smiling brightly.
“This, my dear, is why you are my favourite person ever,” you smile, caressing her face with your thumb, “And we love you very much,” you place a hand on your growing bump and smile wide.
“I love you too,” Alex promises as she leans in and kisses your lips in a soft but passionate kiss. The brunette then leans down to your stomach, “And I love you, little one,” the mother to be kisses your stomach softly.
“Lunch? Baby is telling me that we want ceaser salad and pickles!” you announce excitedly as your wife scrunches her nose.
“I will never get over these pregnancy cravings.” Alex rolls her eyes but smiles as you pull her towards the staff kitchen.
Photograph
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader
Word Count: ~1800
Warnings: not really that good. Weird AU? I tried to fix endgame without actually fixing anything. I haven’t proofread anything.
(A/N): It’s something I scribbled down last night to post today as a small birthday present to me and hopefully a good reverse birthday present to you, so you’ve perhaps got something to smile about today. Even if just for a second.
Summary: If you want to know what someone fears losing, watch what the photograph - Unknown
Don’t make promises you can’t keep.
If you think about it, you know exactly when it began.
It starts when she asks you out on a date and you know exactly what lame pick-up line she’s going to use.
“You must be tired,” she says, smirking, “after all you’ve been running through my mind all day long.”
You roll your eyes at her, sipping at your coffee as she tries a second and a third before finally surrendering to your non-reactiveness and just asking you.
“Would you,” she pauses, takes a breath, “would you consider going out with me, maybe?”
There’s a stutter in her speech, smile twitchy and unsure as she waits for your answer.
“I’d love to,” you reply, and she smiles as big as you expected her to.
“The pick-up lines weren’t that great, huh?” Natasha asks later, when she’s walking you back towards your shared floor in the Avengers Tower.
“Well,” you drawl, shrugging, “I’ve heard worse.”
Natasha chuckles, soft and good-natured and you recognize the strange feeling in the pit of your stomach for what it is.
Dread.
That’s probably where it starts. You’re pretty sure it is.
And it only evolves from there on out, past your first date and to your second- third, fourth- your engagement.
“Red or white?” She asks, fiddling with her ring as she looks at the roses in front of her.
“Red or white?” You echo, coming closer to wrap an arm around her waist.
“The roses,” she clarifies and slumps some into your warmth, “I was wondering whether we should have red or white roses on our wedding.”
Red, you think, the colour of your hair. But the feeling of dread- of something being not quite right- is back and it makes you shiver.
“Blue,” you blurt, wait for her to react and watch how she doesn’t. She waits for a moment, then ducks her head and smiles bashfully.
“Red,” she murmurs, taking a strand of her red hair between her fingers and inspecting it closely, “like the colour of my hair, huh? Well, red it is.” She turns and grins at you, teasing and smug as she presses her lips to yours, hand sliding down to rest in the back pocket of your jeans.
“Glad to know you like my hair so much,” she winks, strolling away, hand rising after some time as if she’s holding yours.
It only gets worse, as feelings tend to get no matter their initial nature.
It develops into something sickening, something deep-rooted and real and bitter and so very frightening that you wonder how they can’t see it- Steve and Wanda and Bucky and everyone else- from where they are sitting so close.
Instead, Tony gives your hand a gentle squeeze and leaves a small kiss on your temple before stepping down from the altar he walked you to, settling down next to Peter.
Natasha enters second, walking with Fury, whose eye swims with tears.
She’s gorgeous, truly- breathtaking even. The embodiment of utter perfection. A woman so stunning, Paris surely wouldn’t have hesitated to give her the golden apple eons ago.
She catches your gaze- green eyes watery and shining- and beams, her cheeks bunching up- first tears falling.
A true goddess, you think, admiring her despite the sinking feeling in your stomach.
My goddess, you correct, lips twitching into a wan smile- feeling your simple love for her evolving into silent worship.
She tells her vows, but you don’t hear them, watching how her lips move and tremble as she speaks- the way she can’t tear her eyes from you, the way her entire being shakes with either nerves or excitement. Perhaps both.
I’d kill for you, you think, lips thinning.
I’d die for you, you add, silently turning to watch the crowd.
She’s finished her vows and is waiting on yours, nodding along and grinning and smiling still, even though you’re not saying anything at all.
“I love you,” she says, giddily putting the ring on your finger.
“I love you,” her voice echoes, louder, raspy and hoarse from what you can only guess is crying.
“I’m sorry,” she sobs, and you turn to see Natasha smiling still, slowly strolling down the stairs with a hand on what would’ve been your waist had you followed.
“I’m so sorry.”
You look up to where the sound seems to come from, see a distorted blurred spot of red and black and shake your head as realization sets in. It can’t really be your wedding day- your wedding has been three years ago.
“We’ll find Thanos,” Natasha promises and leans closer, kissing the picture of the two of you beaming on your wedding day, “I’ll make him pay.”
Time drags on around you, every moment tedious and tiring a best and entirely unbearable at worst.
The moments with her are the worst- each interaction a painful reminder of what happened and of what didn’t happen- you living out your life with her, being happy, growing old.
You’ve learned how to avoid her, what pictures to visit and for how long to stay in them before moving away again.
On good days, you manage to not meet any of them at all.
At least you’re hoping it’s days. You’re not really sure, the only indication of any time passing at all are Natasha’s- the real Natasha’s- visits.
You memorized the pictures she likes to hold and talk to, the photos she presses to her chest at night, the ones she likes to look at in the morning.
The ones that she, every evening- like clockwork- runs her fingers about, falling into the old habit of telling you about her day- managing a sentence or two before cutting herself off and forcefully reminding herself that this isn’t normal.
That she needs to get help. That she needs to stop.
As much as you want to agree, you don’t.
I’m being selfish, you remind yourself. You don’t find it in you to feel anything but terrible about it.
“I miss you,” Natasha smiles wanly, thumb trailing about your smiling face on the photograph. New Years- with you grinning at Clint behind the camera- Tony and Natasha both pressing kisses to your cheeks.
“I miss you too,” you mutter, settling against the wall in the corner as you watch the scene unfold in front of you, their lips pressed into the air where your skin would’ve been.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you,” her smile wavers and then disappears entirely, tears welling up in her eyes as she lowers the photo away from her face.
“Live,” you advice half-heartedly, eyes following Steve as he chugs the terrible eggnog Loki made, “move on.”
“I’m trying,” she chokes on a sob, “I’m trying so hard to move on, but you- god, I’m so sorry, дорогая- I- I should’ve-“ she presses her hand to her mouth to stifle her sobs.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I am too,” you whisper, and somewhere along the line you realize that you’ve never really said goodbye- that this is it- and it feels so much worse than you could’ve anticipated.
“We’ve found a way to get everyone back,” Natasha whispers excitedly. You feel a steady thumping around you and know that she’s pressing the picture to her chest.
“It won’t bring you back,” she pauses and takes a breath, “but I’ll make sure he pays for what he did. Dearly.”
The thumping disappears, the faint outline of her lips meeting what you came to accept as the sky for a short instant before she leaves.
Natasha doesn’t return.
Instead it’s Clint, grasping at the picture she last kissed. You on your first date.
“I’m sorry,” he sobs, his own stuttering beats ringing around as he presses the photo close. “I’m so sorry.”
You nod even though he can’t see, settling down opposite on a bench nearby as the redhead walks on.
“Just don’t make it a habit,” you mutter wryly, “coming here and sobbing your eyes out.”
His heart sputters in his chest- an unhealthy, explosive sound- for a moment you fear it stopping- tears falling and warping your world into soft blurs where the tears don’t roll off the picture.
“It should’ve been me.”
You shake your head in disagreement and cry with him.
Time could’ve stopped for all you know; Clint’s visit a unique endeavour that he couldn’t bear to repeat.
The others didn’t even dare step close to Natasha’s room, leaving your photos sprawled out on her bed.
You didn’t blame them, guessing you wouldn’t have been able to as much as stay in the Tower after everything.
“Still hurts though,” you chuckle humourlessly, watching Natasha walk by as the crowd cheers, her gorgeous white gown paling in contrast to her own beauty.
The room clears out one by one, silence settling around you as you stare at the altar you got married at all these years ago.
“I miss you,” you twist the ring on your finger, the simple golden band shimmering in the warm light, “so much.”
You close your eyes to keep your tears from falling, waiting for the picture to rewind and the guests to reappear.
They do, filling back in one by one, Wanda’s shoulder brushing yours as she settles into the spot next to you, Bucky reaching for some tissues again.
“The ceremony hasn’t even begun,” Steve chuckles and you mouth along, mimicking his voice first and Bucky’s laugh second as he gives an equally teary-eyed Wanda a tissue of her own.
The doors open and Tony walks in, arm held out for you to loop yours through, suit perfectly arranged and only a little wet around his right shoulder where Peter cried into it out of excitement.
You watch him step in front of the altar, leaning in, lips ghosting against the air, watch him settle back down and wait for the doors to open again- for Natasha to arrive.
She doesn’t. Fury enters alone, arms falling into an empty embrace first and then falling again as he walks back to the giddy Maria and Carol in second row.
“And here I thought it would be difficult to find you.”
A voice cuts in behind you, warm palms finding your shoulders as you jump.
There she is, soft and yours and real- you choke on a sob.
“Missed me, Mrs. Romanoff?” She grins softly, opening her arms.
You fall into her, clawing at her clothes to press her as close to you as possible. She’s crying too.
“You have no idea, Mrs. Romanoff.”
Gingerly, she puts some distance between your torsos, only to close the gap again by leaning back in to finally kiss you.
She’s waited years to do this, the longing and desperation urging her to pull you closer and kiss you harder still.
Offhandedly, you come to the long overdue conclusion that nothing ever tasted quite as sweet as Natasha Romanoff’s lips do- not in life and certainly not in death.
You wonder whether she’d agree.
I’m not. I’m promising you forever and I intend to keep that promise- I’ll make sure we never have to say goodbye.
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I read a writing prompt some time ago, about how we lose a piece of our soul whenever a photo of us gets taken and after we die, we can travel between and live in the photographs forever. That’s my take on it. Credit to whomever made that prompt.
"So I drown it out like I always do
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
And I chase it down
With a shot of truth
That my feet don't dance
Like they did with you"
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"Too young, too dumb
To know things like love
Too young, too dumb"
"Now the day bleeds
Into nightfall
And you're not here
To get me through it all
I let my guard down
And then you pulled the rug
I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved"
- Someone You Loved
By Lewis Capaldi
Reblog to save a Muslim
As you probably know, Punish A Muslim day is coming up on the third of April. Any Muslim who lives in England is in danger so please stay home. Don’t send your children to school. DON’T GO OUT on the 3rd of April. My non Muslim friends, please reblog this, one of your followers could benefit from it.
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Lena knew her relationship with James was always going to end because
- He doesn’t support her unconditionally like Kara
- He doesn’t fully trust her like Kara
- He hasn’t truly forgiven her like Kara
- They don’t communicate as well together as her and Kara
- She doesn’t feel as safe with him as with Kara
- She doesn’t feel she can actually be her full self with him like Kara
Ultimately, it comes down to the fact that James isn’t Kara
And Lena not so secretly loves Kara
reblog if ur lgbt and have a bad eyesight
trying to prove a point to my oculist
i love how fast this is getting notes.. we’re all bonding over not being able to see shit
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i guess you could say we’re bonding over the fact that we can’t see straight
you've heard of bisexuals now get ready for,
respecting their sexuality
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Who Am I?
Alrighty..... okay.
Hi tumblr people, my name's Nur Insyiraah pronounciation as In-she-rah, I am a 15 turning 16 years old in 2019 and a muslim girl. So if you find it hard to pronounce my name , it's alright. I just discovered something about myself the moment I turn 13 years old or still was 12, and when I first walked in to my new secondary school, in Singapore( I am a Singaporean but also Javanese).
I realized that I was a bisexual. Yup. Here's the thing, I WAS a BISEXUAL. Means I have feelings both guys and girls or women and men. Then half of my first year of Secondary school(almost end of year, 2016), my feelings to girls gained more but I still had feelings for guys. That's when I jumped to conclusions and labeled myself as a LESBIAN. Yeah, so I kept saying that I'm into guys and such things, when I actually still have feelings towards guys/men. So the rest of the year until this year(2018) around August or September, I WAS labelling myself as a LESBIAN. So I decided to label myself as a LESBIAN because I realized I've liked girls/women since I was 7-8 years old. I just realized it this year. But I still had feelings for guys/men.
And then, I realized that I was jumping to conclusion and told myself that I shouldn't be labelling myself if I don't who I like yet. And so, I just to myself that I was NOT STRAIGHT. I didn't know what to call myself. Jumping to today, I suddenly realized that, I am PANSEXUAL. I love all genders. Don't care who or what. Or also QUEER. I just love every one. All the years, I've been labelling myself by not knowing who like yet, jumping to conclusion and not knowing who I really was till now. Now I know who I am. I know what I am. I know who I like/love.
When I told my Dad, that I was a lesbian, he was kinda surprised. And I was crying at the time because we sort of arguing about why was I being damn rude to him and my mother. I told him that I was going bad times at school and sometimes home because I was scared that if I'd come out to him he might hate me. He was just surprised when I told him. He said that he doesn't encourage it but it's okay, I'm allowed to love who I want. Then time jump to 10 November 2018, when I had the courage to come out to my dad, again. I told him I was pansexual, he didn't know what it meant until I explained it to him and also that I told him that I am known as pansexual or queer. And he said, "it's okay, I've been in your shoes before when I was your age." I was still surprised about his answer. So I asked him if we were cool. He said yes. Now the reason why I didn't come out to my mom is, she is against all of these kind of things and my dad said that I don't need to tell her and she doesn't need to know because she won't understand. Only he understands and I said okay. I came out to my older sister once, when I was a lesbian and she was shocked. Then the second, when I am a pansexual she wasn't shocked, she was like, "oh." Through text btw. She said it's okay. I came to some of my school friends as a lesbian/bisexual they were all shocked. I only came out as a pansexual with two of friends not the rest. And they were okay with me.
When I was still a lesbian, and I came out to my counsellor, she was shocked. When I told her that I decided to to label myself yet and just identify myself as not straight she was also shocked with that decision. Well, coming out was never easy. I even told three of my teachers. One was my language teacher and the second was my form teacher and the third was my business/second english teacher(who is also queer), they weren't shocked. They were kind of concerned about what I was going through, so I just told them. They were okay. Coming out is not a piece of cake. Never easy.
Well, that's it about me. My name is Nur Insyiraah (In-she-rah), I am 15 turning 16 years old in 2019, a muslim and a pansexual/queer girl. And this is my sort of coming story.