Out-of-Pocket (Pepe Marti X Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3
Requested: Yeah on Wattpad (ily zep also happy race week!)
Warnings: none.
POV: Second Person (You/your)
W.C. 869
Summary: Out-of-pocket grid walks and podcasts
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
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The first race of the season was one for the books. The energy was high, the excitement was through the roof, and all of the drivers were ready to get back to racing. As someone with a moto racing podcast, you were having a blast in the paddock. The plan was you were going to do a Martin Brundle-style grid walk, asking random questions to whatever drivers you could find.
“Jak!” You shouted, running up to your American friend who was walking with Ollie and Kimi. “Can I ask you guys questions for the pod?”
“Don’t say tyre deg,” Jak joked as the other two nodded.
“That's a tequila shot, Jak,” You laughed. “Anyway, I don’t have any on me so, Jak, hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you found a dead body in your hotel room?”
“That’s so random, but I would call my team, I guess?” Jak responded, confused about where the question came from.
“Good to hear you trust your team, sounds like you guys will have a good year,” You stated. “Does this mean you are getting along well with your new team?”
“Yeah, I love the team, and I think we’re gonna do well this year,” Jak beamed.
“Thank you, Jak. Now, Ollie,” You moved the microphone over to Ollie, “You hit me as the type of guy who needs beauty sleep.”
“Where is this going?” He laughed.
“Why is it called ‘beauty sleep’ if you wake up looking like a hot mess? I’ve seen the LAP videos, and you don’t look very beautiful when you wake up,” You teased him.
“Oh you’re one to talk,” He gasped in disbelief, “As if anyone in your opinion looks good waking up unless they’re Pepe!”
“Hey, no need to call me out in my own podcast here!” You jokingly scolded. “I ask the questions. Now, why is it called ‘beauty sleep’ if you wake up looking like a hot mess? I need to know.”
“Maybe it’s not about physical beauty and more about mental beauty,” Ollie quipped. “Ever think of that?”
“No, I did not Aristotle,” You replied sarcastically. “Thank you for bestowing your great mind upon us, oh great one.”
“With pleasure,” Ollie jokingly bowed as he left to follow Jak.
“Kimi! The new man on the block! Tell me, how many pennies do you think would fit in your car?”
“At least five,” Kimi answered immediately and seriously.
“Fair point, thank you,” You replied just as seriously as you moved on to your next target, running after him. “Dennis, do fish drown?”
“NO!” He shouted, started by your sudden appearance. “No, I looked this up and drowning is inhaling water. Fish breathe water, so unless they stop moving and water blocks their gills, they can't drown, but they can suffocate on water.”
“Damn, thanks Bill Nye the science guy,” You said sarcastically as you moved on, beelining for one of your favorite F3 drivers to ask questions to. “Sebastian Montoya, I have a question for you.”
“I love these,” he said to himself before leaning into the microphone and shouting, “Hi Pod!”
“Don’t! I’m the star here,” You joked. “Anyway, if you punch yourself in the face and it hurts, are you weak or strong?”
“Neither, you’re gullible,” He answered.
“Oh, that's a dollar word, look at you go!” You chuckled as you moved on once again. This time you ran into a world champion. “Fernando! My favorite Spanish driver!” You shouted as you ran over to him but not before whispering into the mike, “Lies, Pepe is my favorite.”
“We all know Pepe is you’re favorite, no need to flatter me,” He laughed.
“Well, at least we’re all on the same page,” You dismissed. “In your opinion, what is the worst mode of transportation?”
“Roller skates,” He said after a moment. “The ones with the wheels in a line.”
“What do you have against roller blades, Nando?” You chuckled, genuinely curious.
“I just never learned how to ride them,” He laughed.
“Fair enough, thank you!” You said as you heard back to the Campos garage, knowing Pepe was probably finished with his interview by now. You saw him sitting on the couch in the driver’s room that he shares with Isack, scrolling through his phone. “And here we find the friend of the show, Pepe, in his natural habitat; hiding from everyone.”
“You do know I can hear you,” He chuckled, not even looking up from his phone.
“Oh shit, I thought he was deaf,” You whispered into the microphone, but still loud enough for him to hear. You moved into the room and sat beside him, leaning into his side. “I have a real question for you.”
“Something tells me it’s not a real question, but go on.”
“How does it feel to be in a relationship with the most out-of-pocket moto racing podcaster on the planet?”
“Wouldn’t change it for the world,” He replied as he placed a small kiss on the top of your head. “You should talk to Clement to get on Screaming Meals. I bet that would be the most chaotic episode ever.”
“Don’t give me any more ideas,” You groaned. “Also, I’m trying. James said no.”
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A New Perspective: Chapter 2
Pairing: Jennifer Walters x (Fem!)Reader
Summary: You were apart of the Avengers, right from the beginning. It was a story everyone wanted to hear. Your girlfriend, beginning to take up the 'Hulk' mantle, Nikki suggested that she could be an Avenger like you, however, Jennifer rejects, not wanting to be associated as a Superhero... You don’t blame her.
Chapter Warning(s): She Hulk Series Context, PTSD, Swearing, Survivor’s Guilt, Therapy Sessions
Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, Bold/Italic = Dream Sequence, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Indent = Text Message
Chapter Theme: Fix You - Coldplay
A/n: None
Tags: @justyourwritter69
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You immediately make your way through the doors of the bar as your eyes search around the room.
“Y/n! Over here!” Jennifer calls over to you
You stop when you look into the direction of the voice...
Another Hulk?...
The green skin, bigger stature... You didn’t know who the hell she was and yet... Had the voice of Jennifer Walters...
“Jen?” You ask, walking up to the other woman to get a closer look at her
“Yeah... Have you not seen the news?” She asks
“I tend to try and keep away from the news to be honest with you...” You say, perching your elbows atop of the table
“Neat little trick you pulled there Walters...” A man walks up to the both of you
It was clear that he knew your crush. However, your blood was already beginning to boil just the way he was simply talking...
“Don’t you think it’s a little unsportsman like to debut superpowers just to drum up publicity for yourself?” He asks
O-kay, I’ve had enough.
“You got a problem?” You practically growl, standing up
You slide yourself in the space between him and Jen.
“Now, say that to my face and mine in particular,” You say, genuine annoyance in your voice, “Look me straight in the eye and say that to me.”
He slightly takes a step back as you could hear him gulp. He adjusts his tie as he begins fear-sweating. His eyes shift to another direction and rushes off into the direction in question. Your ‘death-stare’ watches him as he hastily walks off.
“I have never seen Dennis nearly piss his pants like that before,” A woman comes over with two drinks in her hands, “Let alone his egotistical self shatter in front of a woman like that.”
You look over and see the other woman place the glasses in front of herself and Jen.
“You must be the Y/n Y/l/n Jen has been non-stop talking about,” She smiles, enthusiastically shaking your hand
“She doesn’t shut up about me eh?” You chuckle, looking up at the green woman
“I’m Nikki Ramos,” She says, “And no, I could obviously see the brightness on her face every time I ask about you.”
“Is that so?” You ask
Before Nikki could answer your question, Jen pinches her arm.
“By the way Jen, a guy gave me these two drinks for free because you’re a superhero,” She smiles
“Ugh! I’m not!” Jen tries to deny her hero status once more
Nikki clicks her glass against Jens...
“No, I did not go to Law School and rack up six figures in student loans just to become a vigilante that is for billionaires and narcissists and adult... Orphans for some reason” Jen groans
You were lucky your interlaced fingers covered the now-dropped smile. You weren’t necessarily offended at the “Billionaires and Narcissists” part... You were more hurt at the “Adult Orphans” part...
If only you knew our origin stories Jen... But, if only it were that easy of a story to tell...
+++
You were about a year younger than Carol and Maria by the time you all graduated from the Air Force Academy... But, the two were like your older sisters you never had; you never grew up in the best household... Your family was old-fashioned. The men would get the big-paying jobs and the women there exact opposite.. Your former family disowned you after making a choice for yourself.
“Wait... What about you?” Carol asks, “You should come with me. We can take the Kree down together. We’d be unstoppable!”
“Carol,” You say, “I’ve been here all of my life. I know nothing about the universe... Besides... Who will protect this world if there wouldn't be someone like us?”
“Did you quote that out of a comic book?” She asks, smiling
“Shut up, you know what I’m talking about,” You say, gently punching her shoulder, “Finding the Skrulls a new home... Searching the Galaxy for Skull survivors... Taking down an entire empire... It has to be you. Only you... They’re going to trust you more than anyone else in the universe.”
Carol doesn't try to persuade you further; she only smiles and puts her hand atop of your head.
“Earth is in good hands,” She smiles
“The universe is also in good hands,” You smile back, “Be careful out there Carol...”
Even after then; Maria still kept you under her home; raising you like she did with Monica. Now she, she was the little sister figure you’ve also dreamed of having.
You stuck by them until your recruitment into the Avengers in the year 2012... There, you found yourself a second family. Essentially in Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. Although you still kept in touch with Maria and Monica, the workload of being in the Avengers had kept you busy. So busy it was to the point where you ended up (unintentionally) ceasing contact with them.
That was... Until Monica notified you of Maria getting cancer... However... you were called away to Wakanda to fight Thanos’ army... But.. That was where everything turned upside down...
You were there right as Maria passed; succumbing to her illness. After Maria told you that Monica just “dusted” away, you were the only one left she saw as family that was able to make it to her deathbed... You initially resented Carol for not reaching back to you; you also took it into her perspective of how much of the universe she has to cover...
With Carol trudging through the universe, Monica dusted and Maria dead, and your second family scattered to who knows where... It was a struggle for you to find that familiarity again...
“I’m sorry about your friend...” Natasha puts a sandwich in front of you
Natasha was the only person that wasn’t dusted that still had kept you around.
“Before... Coming into this whole Avengers thing...” You begin, “I had Carol Danvers, Monica and Maria Rambeau... They took me in after my biological family disowned me for dreaming of becoming an Air Force Pilot... With all three of them basically gone it’s... It’s...”
You could hear Maria’s monitor flatline... You immediately break down sobbing. Natasha immediately hugs you to try and calm you down.
+++
“But you could be an Avenger,” Nikki suggests, still holding that enthusiastic smile as she takes a drink
Your eyes shift to Nikki; surprised at the fact she suggested the idea.
“Do the Avengers offer Healthcare?” She asks her close friend, easily downing her drink
No...
“Maternity leave? A pension? Are they even paid?” She asks
No, No and big shocker...
“No,” You say out loud
“No, what Y/n?” Jen asks
Shit I thought I kept that to myself...
“I meant, no, that I don't think they are even paid,” You say, “I would imagine if they were killed in the line of duty, what’s the point of all of those?”
“Maybe it could benefit their families,” Jen explains
“Well, Avengers are for adult orphans.” You rephrase her statement of the composition of the team, kind of angered
“Didn’t know you were so knowledgeable with Avengers stuff,” She says, “Did you work with them at some point?”
“No, just kept my nose in the news,” You lie
Worked with them most of my life...
“Here’s the thing though,” Nikki states, “Hulk Jen, is a total snack.”
Your smile comes back as you agree with her statement. However, an older looking man comes up to Nikki’s right side as she states that Jen’s Hulk form is attractive. However, Nikki walks away to probably grab another drink.
“Jen can I talk to you?” He asks
“Of course sir,” She says, standing up, “What is it?”
“Could you go back to Jen? Jen, this is a serious conversation,” He states
“Oh, sure,” She says, beginning to shrink down back to her regular self
However, when she was trying to place her elbow onto the tabletop and to seat herself down, she stumbles. Right into you.
“Oh!” You coil your arms around her, “I got ya...”
You get her into a seat, “You okay?”
“Yeah, just... Different metabolism,” She answers
You don’t move away from Jen as the both of you just stare at each other. However, you hear someone clearing their throat. You look over and remember that her boss was right in front of the both of you. You hastily readjust Jen to disperse her weight onto the table.
“I’m gonna go grab a drink,” You tell Jennifer
You walk over to where Nikki was and seat yourself next to her.
“The usual Y/n?” Pedro asks
“Yep,” You say
“I saw that,” Nikki leans over to you, smirking
She nudges you in the shoulder.
“Saw what?” You ask
“I saw the way you two were batting eyes at each other,” She smiles, “She likes you.”
“She couldn’t possibly,” You sigh, “I’m no one special.”
“That’s a lie,” She says, “Don’t think I didn’t do a background check on you.”
Oh fuck me...
“You’re the famous ‘Supernova’,” Nikki begins, “The person who shares the same powers as Captain Marvel, who was apart of the Avengers since 2012... I don’t get why you’re lying to my best friend...”
“I don’t want her knowing I’m a superhero,” You state, “Everyone I knew that knew me as Supernova, died. I love Jen too much to have that happen to her.”
“Yes, but she's a Hulk now,” She says, “I’m sure she’d feel less pressured if she knew that the girl she likes is a superhero.”
“Ugh don’t associate me as a superhero, those days are behind me now,” You sigh
“That will catch up to you eventually,” Nikki states, “There will most likely be a time where you have to become Supernova again.”
“And until that happens,” You begin, “I am simply Y/n Y/l/n, just some kid that moved across the country for a new chapter in her life.”
You let out a sigh as you down another drink.
“By the way, when you suggested that Jen could be an Avenger... There’s a reason this whole rag-tag team was consisted of billionaires, narcissist and adult orphans... There are a lot of more things that one like yourself has yet to know about being an Avenger,” You explain, downing your drink
+*+
“Have you made any new friends since your big move?” Your therapist asks
“A couple,” You answer, “One in particular though...”
You weren't sure how to tell your therapist that it was a Lawyer you began chatting up and falling for...
“Who is she?” She asks, “If you’re willing to open up about that of course.”
“Her name is Jennifer Walters,” You answer, “She’s a Lawyer who happens... To share the same powers as Bruce Banner... And happens to be his cousin...”
“Are you sure that is something you’re willing to get yourself into?” She asks, “I just want you to make the smart decision for yourself. If you want to get a fish start of where you are now.”
“I like her, a lot,” You say, “She doesn’t wish to be a superhero; just a lawyer.”
“Good for her,” Your therapist sighs in relief, “Does she seem to be conscious when she is in her hulk form?”
‘She’s fully conscious,” You state, “I met up with her at Legal Ease the other night and I was having full on conversations with her and everything. No one seemed afraid of her appearance, they were... Encouraging it.”
“That’s great to hear!” she replies, “I'm glad you’re able to find and settle down somewhere less chaotic than in New York.”
“Less chaotic... Not sure about that but less... Time consuming,” You say, “I’ve been having a lot more ‘me’ tie.”
“That’s also good,” She smiles, “And what have you been doing in said free time?”
“Sleeping,” You laugh
Your therapist laughs along with you.
“Well, anything else you need to get off your chesty before we call it a day?” She asks
“Nothing that wasn’t out of the ordinary,” You say
Just still having nightmares of all of my battles...
“Okay, I’ll see you next session,” She signs off
You sit at your desk space, beginning to zone out until you hear your phone go off.
Hey.
Hey, everything okay?
Sort of...
What happened with Nikki this time?
She ditches me for a date... I don’t want to look like some lonely sap sitting a the bar... I know you worked a double today but if it’s no trouble... Care to join me for a night out?
Sure, at Legal Ease?
The usual date :) See you soon
Date? Jennifer Walters called our meet-ups dates...
+*+
As you enter Legal Ease, you easily spot the curly-haired brunette from across the bar; similar to how you found her all those nights ago.
“Hey you,” She smiles, hopping down from the barstool to greet you with a hug
What was different was... You and her grew closer in friendship and you in particular... Developed a crush on her. You did it all without telling her that you were an Avenger/Superhero.
“What’s been new with you Y/n?” Jen asks, placing a drink in front of you
“Nothing really,” You confess, taking a sip of your drink, “Just wake up, do my day job and meet you here when the day is done. Only thing I look forward to when I get the chance really...”
I also stop crime here and there... Minimal use of my own powers... Minimal enough to keep Supernova out of the news...
“You look forward to seeing me?” She asks
You look up and notice the blush on her face. Although she had a higher alcohol tolerance, it was only when she was She-Hulk. You nearly choke on your drink mid-sip as you realize you made her blush.
“Well, yeah, what else could I get out of this town?” You ask, kind joking
“Well, you aren’t in Hollywood,” Jen states, “You could snag any woman to live with you and yet you’re here with me...”
“Well, I think you’re pretty great,” You say
“And how am I great?” She asks
“I’ve seen the media and... people always act like they’re some high snd mighty person...” You begin, “Whereas you... Even though you have an additional status as a new rising hero, you don’t let that change who you are as a whole person. You know who you are and... That’s amazing...”
Originally she asks this as a joke. But, hearing something like that, not only from you but from anyone...
“Do you... Wanna get out of here?” She asks
“Sure,” You say, “A little bit stuffy in here...”
Jennifer looks around but doesn’t see a whole lot of people in the bar. However, she knew something was on your mind; she was going to get to the bottom of it.
“I’m honestly going to call it a night,” You yawn, “Same time tomorrow night though?”
“Actually, why don’t you come over same time tomorrow night?” Jennifer suggests, “You’ve gotten to know me well enough.”
“Sure,” You smile
Jennifer pays the tab and hops down from the bar stool. Just as you were following behind, she takes you by the hand and has you follow her out of the bar. She didn't seem to take any notice to it but you were fuming inside. You nearly bursted with cosmic energy.
"So I'll text you my address a couple hours beforehand," Jen says, turning to you
"Hmm?" You realize you zoned out
"I was saying ill text you my address couple hours before our designated meeting time tomorrow," She smiles, chuckling
"Okay," You smile, “Sounds good.”
You stiffen when Jennifer takes a step closer, pinches a piece of your jacket and places a kiss on your cheek.
"See you soon, Y/n," She blushes, hastily turning away from you
She quickly makes her way to her car. You stand there as you watch her drive away. Your fingers gently hover over to where Jennifer had kissed you. A devilish smile slowly appears on your face as you crouch down to your knees, springing into the air; screaming in excitement as cosmic energy flowing around you as you fly into the night.
+*+
You gently land onto the front lawn of Jennifer’s apartment complex.
Ooooookay tonight’s the night... I’m gonna tell her...
You walk up to the staircase and head to the respective apartment number that Jen had given you mere hours before your arrival. As you come up to the apartment number, you compose yourself and raise your knuckles tot he door.
“Hey Jen, I’m here,” You make your presence known from one side of the door
“Shit! One sec!” She replies from the other side
You could hear things crashing and such as you wait for Je. on the other side of the door.
“Hey,” She smiles, finally opening the door, brushing her curly hair back from her face, “Sorry, was struggling to figure out what to cook for you, and cleaning of course...”
“You’re cute,” You smile, stepping past her as you take in her decently sized apartment, “Bigger than my place for sure.”
“What’s your place like?” She asks, shutting her door
“Not big enough to have a decently sized fridge to keep a lot of food ion that’s for sure,” You chuckle
“Oh... You live in one of those places...” She sighs
“Honestly it’s not bad if you’re living alone like me,” You shrug, “Got a nice skylight... Taught me how to keep things at minimum. Well, I didn’t really take a whole lot with me to LA to begin with.”
You look over into the kitchen and see something boiling. You make your way through the kitchen and begin mixing whatever it was.
“You’re making pasta?” You ask, turning to her
“Alfredo... To be exact,” You say, “You uhh... mentioned it was your favorite...” She stutters
You do vividly remember explaining to Jen about favorite foods. You were always open with food as food was food. However, the one go-to if it was offered: Alfredo.
“You remembered?” You ask her
She smiles as she nods.
“Usually people forget,” You say, helping her out with the rest of the meal, “Plus, it’s simply my go-to wherever places offer it.”
“You’re in luck,” Jen smiles, “It’s being offered in the Walters estate.”
You watch her go off to a bowl; the sauce.
Cooking date... It’s a nice change...
+*+
“So your phone’s lock screen... Is Captain America’s ass?!” You chuckle
“Yes, because have you seen that ass?!” She asks
The both of you were a couple glasses of wine into the conversation.
“I have Jen,” You chuckle, “Mans does workout you know, no one could have that kind of an ass by simple magic.”
“He does now?” She asks, “What’s his workout routine?”
“Oh you know,” You say ,”Boxing, Push-ups, Sit-ups, the whole enchilada.”
You try not to give anything too personal. You’ve seen some of his workout routines but not all of it. Most of the time you were training with Wanda; the only other Avenger that had a form of projectile powers like yours.
We gotta tell her...
“Hey...” You say, swirling your wine glass
“Yeah?” She asks
“I have something to tell you,” You say
“What is it?” She asks
You stand from your chair and make your way into the living room; Jen following close behind.
“I... I’m... I’m a... I’m an...” You stutter, trying to get the sentence out, trying to rip off the pain like a band-aid
‘Hey,” Jen coos
You watch her grasp both of your shaky hands into hers.
“Deep breath...” She coos again, “It’;s me Y/n... You don’t have to hold back on what you have to tell me.”
She says this, as she looks straight into your eyes... That was enough to calm you down...
“I wasn’t actually caught up in all of those fights on the East Coast...” You blurt out
Jen’s genuine concerned expression drops to a confused one.
“Y/n, I’m not understanding what your point-” She tries to say
“I was an Avenger,” You interrupt her, finally ripping off the band-aid
Jen’s thoughts scramble and try to process the new information given to her. Your breathing staggers as silence falls between the two of you...
“So you basically lied to me?” She asks
“I was... Scared...” You confess, getting up from the couch, beginning to pace around her living room, “I was scared that if you knew that I was some kind of adult orphan vigilante, you wouldn’t like me from the get-go...”
“You think your status as an Avenger wouldn't make me like you?” Jen asks, sounding annoyed
“I don’t know?!...” You say, your voice squeaks, “After the Battle ofd Sokovia and the amount of damage we’ve caused, the civilians of the world wanted to contain super-powered humans like me... Wanda Maximoff, etc... I especially didn’t want to put you in danger if you knew about my hero status. I love you too much to put you through that much danger!”
“Y/n I love you too but-” She begins
“No Jen, I love love you!” You finally confess, interrupting her again, “The fact I share powers with the most powerful cosmic energy in the entire universe and the fact I chose to stay here whilst my other half roams the cosmos... Albeit I’m better down here anyway... The amount of superhumans beginning to crawl out from the underground, the more people would know who the hell I am, the more I’d be putting them in danger. I love you too much to put you through that. Even though... You. Are now... A superhuman yourself...”
Silence fell between the both of you as heat rose to your cheeks as your brain finally processes on what you had just said.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...
You stand in place, frozen as you watch Jen slowly walk up to you. Goosebumps form as soon as her fingertips make contact on your skin on both of your arms. A large ‘thump’ emits from your chest as you felt the tips of her fingers glide across your forearms; traveling up to the bottom of your biceps.
“Jen, what are you-?!” You try to ask
But your question was cut off by a kiss. A gentle, yet light, long kiss.
“I never said that I didn’t like the Avengers,” Jen clarifies for you, “Bruce was one himself, you know that. I only said I choose not to join because of the lack of benefits and that I don’t want to be associated as a superhero. You being one too, doesn’t make me love you any less.”
Your head jolts forward as you kiss her again, but this time, it felt fuller; like... she was waiting for you to make the move... You pull away from the kiss, although you were enthralled Jennifer Walters confessed that she loved you too, your face said something different.
“Something’s still on your mind,” Jennifer says, cupping your cheek
“I don’t blame you for not wanting to be associated as a superhero,” You say
“I thought you were going to say the exact opposite,” Jen sighs in relief
“The only thing you can really brag about being an Avenger is that you helped save the work, twice, and fought to save the universe,” You chuckle, “But, in my years since beginning my time as an Avenger, I’ve seen a lot of loss... Made decisions that were questionable, and found myself in some situations where I should have been killed. And yet, I’m here... Lived through all of it... Survivor’s guilt and those near-death situations really take a toll on how you live afterward...”
“Is that why you decided too move all the way here?” She asks
You nod, “I wanted to finally be away from everything that summed up who I was. Wanted to find a fresh start somewhere else. But the PTSD and the scars followed with me...”
“I thought a powerful cosmic being like yourself you be impervious to getting scars,” Jen tries to lighten you up, “Or at least self-heal?”
“Unlike Captain Marvel. Jennifer Walters,” You chuckle back ,”She has Kree blood running in her veins; I only have my human blood... So, she can self-heal. I cannot.”
“Would you... Be willing to show me these... Scars?” Jennifer asks
You weren’t honestly willing to... However, you were already in the process of lifting your shirt over your head. You didn’t feel forced, it was all by your own free will. Your back turned to her; silence fell between the both of you... You let out a startling gasp as you felt her cool hands touch your back.
“Oh! I’m sorry I’m sorry!” She repeats
“Hey,” You turn to her, stopping her from panicking, “It’s fine... I just... Never... Revealed this part of myself to anyone... Ever... And a bit of a warning next time...”
You turn your back to her once more as you allow her to observe all of the scars; whether it was bullet grazes or melee weapon injuries, they were all there; visible to Jennifer. You felt her gentle fingertips gently trace the silver lines as you felt her hazel eyes pierce through you. Your breathing hitches as you feel her lips touch the nap of your neck.
“What are you doing?...” You hiss
She continues placing light kisses right over every single scar she could see.
“Loving,” She says, kissing one scar, “Every single story you have.”
You felt her fingers trace the outline of your shoulders to trailing down the sides of your back, stopping at your hipline.
Chapter 3
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I would love some book recs! especially queer literary fiction!
Amazing!! I would love to share :) Also responding @ anon who asked for my trans book recs. This is for you too!
Since this is so long it'll probably get cut off on the dashboard, tl;dr there will be 1) list of trans-authored books and 2) a list where I talk about queer authors more generally (which includes some trans people that don't have trans characters in their books (yet)).
Trans Books by Trans Authors
Sketchtasy by Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore
Nevada by Imogen Binnie
The Pervert by Remy Boydell (graphic novel)
X by Davey Davis
Manhunt by Gretchen Felker-Martin
Dead Collections by Isaac Fellman
Transmuted by Eve Harms
Future Feeling by Joss Lake
Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl by Andrea Lawlor
Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel by Julian K Jarboe
Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters
Infect Your Friends and Loved Ones by Torrey Peters
The Masker by Torrey Peters
Little Blue Encyclopedia (For Vivian) by Hazel Jane Plante
A Dream of a Woman by Casey Plett
A Safe Girl to Love by Casey Plett
Little Fish by Casey Plett
Confessions of the Fox by Jordy Rosenberg
Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars by Kai Cheng Thom
The Black Emerald by Jeanne Thornton
Summer Fun by Jeanne Thornton
Small Beauty by jia qing wilson-yang
The above are all trans-authored books that have trans characters in them. They are mostly lit fic with a few dips into genre here and there. I have bolded some of my faves!
For queer book recs/authors more generally,
Poppy Z. Brite, the pen name of Billy Martin, who is gay and trans. He has some great 90s horror novels, in particular Exquisite Corpse, a gay serial killer thriller/romance.
Dennis Cooper, writes gay "extremist" fiction, my fave of which is The Sluts, which takes place entirely on an early 2000s gay escort forum.
Shola Von Reinhold, another trans author, wrote one of my fave books I've read this year, LOTE, which is textually extremely transgender, but I don't think explicitly "labels" the mc as trans, so I'm putting it in this list. I usually use 'dark academia' as a pejorative but this would be dark academia in the best sense of the word. Involves lots of research into weird stuff, hyperfixations, and very little academia.
Brontez Purnell writes lit fic about black gay men, and has another one of my fave books, Since I Laid My Burden Down, as well as probably the best title in this list: Johnny Would You Love Me If My Dick Were Bigger. Those were both smallish press releases, I believe, but he's gotten more attention recently via his FSG short story anthology, 100 Boyfriends.
Sarah Schulman. If you are on Tumblr hopefully you already know about her. If you haven't read any of her fiction, I'd recommend Rat Bohemia, Empathy, and People In Trouble (this is the book Rent was based off of).
Brandon Taylor is very popular on twitter but I feel like I haven't seen much about him on tumblr. I really liked his debut novel Real Life, which follows a gay black postgrad student in a midwestern PhD program full of mostly white people. He also has an anthology, Filthy Animals, full of linked stories that take place in a similar setting.
James Baldwin. Another classic author. If you haven't read Giovanni's Room, go read it.
Carmen Maria Machado has a stunning memoir, In The Dream House, about lesbian domestic violence. She also writes speculative fiction stories, some can be found in the collection Her Body and Other Parties.
Eric LaRocca is gay horror's current darling due to his breakout hit Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke, about an online long-distance lesbian d/s relationship. He's been pumping out the books recently, all with great titles and covers.
Jean Kyoung Fraiser released a debut last year that was in my top faves as well, Pizza Girl, a coming-of-age story about a just-married and recently pregnant 18 year-old who works (you guessed it) as a pizza delivery girl, and develops a crush on an older woman, one of her customers.
Venita Blackburn wrote How to Wrestle a Girl, a black lesbian coming-of-age short story anthology. Also a recent release. I really loved the writing in this one.
...Okay, I think that's most of the big hitters for me at least! Going to give a few honorary mentions: Love in the Big City by Sang Young Park, translated from Korean, about the life of a young gay man in Seoul. Also anything by Joe Koch, who writes horror, nothing specifically gay/trans that I have read yet, but The Wingspan of Severed Hands is really beautiful stylistically.
And just one more, since it's October: The Route of Ice and Salt by Jose Luis Zarate, published in the 90s and translated from Spanish, a gay reimagining of Dracula's sea voyage to England.
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