#blue's jelly of her tan

[upsidedownwithsteve]

hello! hope ur doing well! love ur writing and excited for the blurb weekend!! was wondering if i could request number 2 and 8 from the pining list with steve harrington? love the way you write him always!! thank you!!!

“doing something nice for the other impulsively,” and “getting flustered when the other is nice to them.”

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Everyone knew about your crush on Steve. Everyone— well, apart from the boy himself. You weren’t sure how you could possibly hide it, your eyes wide and cheeks hot everytime he was near, words caught in your throat when he spoke to you and god, it took too long for you to be able to settle in his presence.

Which is why you’d taken to sticking to Robin’s side when he invited everyone around to his pool, the summer too hot and too sticky for doing much else. The Indiana heat was borderline cruel that year, endless blue skies pretty and relentless, no clouds for the sun to hide behind.

So everyone piled in to the Harrington’s backyard, swimsuits already on under shorts and baggy shirts, sliders and jelly shoes kicked to the side as everyone stripped at the sight of cool, blue water. Eddie had a radio playing, a somewhat playful argument between him and Nancy ensuing as music choices were discussed and Jonathan took to the shade, pulling a book out of his bag, a vibrant yellow bucket hat that El had gifted him pulled low on his brow.

Then Steve had made his way around you all, shirtless and with a baseball cap shoved on his messy hair, backwards and sporting a hockey team you didn’t know much about. He was already so tanned, prettier than normal with more freckles and flushed cheeks. The sight of him made your breath hitch, shoulder squaring off as you watched him hand a beer to Eddie, another to Jonathan.

Beside you, Robin snorted, shaking her head and watching you from behind cherry coloured sunglasses. You’d set up camp with her on the other side of the pool, heads burning from the sun but your feet dipped in the water, both of you smelling like chlorine and sunscreen.

You frowned, already waiting on the teasing that naturally came. You played dumb regardless, staring at your feet in the water, your skin a shade of blue, the lines of your toes rippling. “What?” You already sounded so defensive.

“Nothing,” Robin snorted. But she pushed her shoulder into yours, sticky with heat and lotion. “Just wondering when you’ll be able to look at Steve without absolutely falling apart.”

Your scowl deepened along with your embarrassment. But you feigned ignorance and watched Nancy fish out her lemon water from her bag. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sniffed.

Robin just hummed, grinning she stared across the yard. “Interesting.”

“Seriously, I do not fall—“

A shadow fell over both of you briefly before a broad shoulder brushed your own. Steve sat down next to you despite there being more room next to Robin, the heat from all his bare skin making you so, so aware of his proximity. You blinked, lips still parted from talking but the words had died off on your tongue. You felt the familiar creep of warmth along your chest, up your neck.

“Hey,” Steve greeted, his smile too kind, too pretty. “I brought you a drink.”

Instead of a cold can of beer, like he’d handed the boys, Steve offered you a glass. One of his mom’s fancy ones with the patterns along the side, a rosy pink tint to the liquid inside. It was filled with ice, fizzing and bubbling and it smelled like lemons and cherries. It even had a circle of the yellow citrus floating on top, summer in a cup.

It felt hard to talk when you took it from him, fingers brushing and you felt like a kid, like a teenager, a crush that was achingly awful, all consuming and gut wrenching.

He was so pretty and so close and—

“What’s that?” Robin peered over your shoulder, still grinning, looking particularly pleased with the situation she got to witness. “Where’s mine, dingus?”

The boy glared at his friend before he shrugged, all nonchalance and he gestured to you with cheeks more pink than your juice. “It’s just something I mixed up, alright? And you like beer, okay? You can grab a can, your legs work.”

You weren’t sure what made your heart beat faster, the fact that Steve had remembered you didn’t like beer or that he’d went out of his way to make you a drink that was more than a glass of soda.

Robin scoffed but she moved regardless, water dripping on your knees as she got up and walked around the pool, glaring at Steve as she went. “I see how it is,” she told him. “S’real cute, Steven. You could be more subtle next time.”

You were burning, you were sure of it. And Steve seemed to feel the same because he was red now, the tips of his ears scarlet and he flipped Robin off before she disappeared into the kitchen.

And then you realised you were alone with the boy. Something that didn’t happen often, something that you usually tried hard to avoid because you were floundering, both hands clasping the freezing cold glass and god, god— you were so aware that your body was mostly bare, your swimsuit green and suddenly too tight.

Steve’s naked chest was alarmingly close, moles and freckles dotted across sunkissed skin and with a smattering of hair, his arms corded with muscle you hadn’t really seen before, brushing up against yours as he glanced over at you.

He looked shy. Was Steve shy? Was that possible?

You realised you were staring a second too late, eyes flickering back to the pool and you tried not to cringe, or do something stupid, like tumble into the pool and float to the bottom.

So you slipped the straw Steve had placed in your cup between your lips, taking a sip. Bubbles touched your tongue, lemon and cherry and sweetness and tart filling your mouth. You hummed, taking another long drag and you could feel the boy smiling.

“D’you like it?”

You nodded, barely able to lift your head to meet Steve’s gaze but when you did, you were so glad of it. He was beaming, looking too pleased as you took another sip and his knee was bumping against yours, his hand on the pool edge and close to your thigh.

“It’s delicious,” you managed. “You didn’t have to though, I could’ve had some water or—“

Steve waved away your words, nose wrinkled and he tutted. “Nah, what? S’no big deal.”

It was. It was a big deal.

It felt momentous, actually.

“Did you make more?” You dared to ask, feeling brave with the sun in your eyes and Steve’s leg against your own. The water didn’t feel so cold anymore. “For everyone else?”

Steve couldn’t hide his smile then, lips pressed together and eyes crinkling as he shook his head, looking guilty and handsome for it. “No, just you.” He leaned in, like he was sharing a secret. “Don’t tell the rest of them, but, I like you the most.”

You felt hotter than the sun.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington fanfiction #Steve Harrington oneshot #Steve Harrington blurb #Steve baby blurb

[bxllamiizu]

A/N: Mizu x Latina!reader 🤭 (enjoy mis amores)

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Let’s keep it real, we either wanna BE mizu or be WITH Mizu. Both of course, if you’re sane. She just seems to be a pro at.. everything, girlie doesn’t even seem fazed or just may be oblivious to how much skill she carries herself, and the overwhelmingly amount of people that admire the woman. But if there’s one thing she literally has a difficult time learning.. is her lover’s native language, well, that’s what you think

“Let’s try this.. again, amor”, you sigh frustrated, sitting crisscrossed in front of your girlfriend, who immediately lets out a long groan as she gets herself comfortable by laying down on the carpeted floor of your bedroom and resting her head on your lap, this spanish lesson clearly has drained her of all energy.. considering you’ve been trying (key word: trying) to teach her a few sentences for two fucking hours

In order to really connect with your folks and comfortably converse with them at family gatherings. You remember the day where, out of nowhere, your lover cutely asked for your help to teach her the beautiful language you were raised to speak in. And who were you to resist her faint pout and gleaming blue eyes?Over time, Mizu had gotten accustomed to the spanish alphabet, sentences, cute nicknames for each other, and even cuss words of course. Safe to say, that was the least of your problems, considering how much of a fast learner she’s proven to be so far… But dios mío does the blue eyed woman lack at her pronunciation, not bad enough for you to wanna throw a fucking chancla at her head, but where you believe she can do better

“Difícil”, she mumbles quietly, though you can’t help but think her low voice sounds fucking sexy speaking your mother tongue, you’re quick to snap out of your “not so dirty” thoughts as you catch the slightest thick accent in her voice. You chuckle as you run your fingers through her long, silky dark hair, making her hum in delight

“Dilo en una oración completa, corazón”, you say with a slight warning tone, immediately halting your soothing touch through her hair, making her sigh loudly

“Porqué mami?” She whines softly, oh fuck- she knows how weak that nickname gets you, how quick the accent makes your heart race and legs turn into jelly. Thank god you were sitting down though, other wise you would’ve collapsed on the spot and evaporate out of existence

“Buen intento pero eso no va a funcionar conmigo” you say teasingly, suddenly Mizu grows silent but then quietly chuckles in amusement after a sudden moment of silence. You raise an eyebrow in confusion as she sits up off you. Now facing her slightly confused girlfriend, she tauntingly crawls herself closer to you as your movements stiffen, keeping you paralyzed in a crisscross position, while her eyes stay locked with yours, pulling you in a pleasurable trance, one you didn’t wanna snap out of. You then feel her breath tickle your ear, goosebumps expanding all over your body

“Te ves tan linda haciendo todo lo posible para enseñarme”

Wait- what the fuck-

“Crees que puedes esforzarte más y enseñarme?”, you feel her smirk on your soft skin as she leaves a small peck on your neck, your breath is then quick to hitch

Okay maybe you underestimated her quick learning a bit too much, not realizing sooner how she took it upon herself (literally made it her life’s mission) to study spanish in her own time, but still wanting to see her pretty lover in teacher/serious mode, making sure to surprise you once again with how quick she can learn… literally anything

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A/N: Blah blah blah then y’all fuck all night while Mizu showers her pretty (fucked out) princess with praises and maybe degrades you too in your native language

#mizu #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai #mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai imagine #blue eye samurai mizu #imagine #fanfic #blue eye samurai fanfic #mizu fanfic

[gyaru-wish]

BULLIES, OCCULT CLUB AND DELINQUENTS APPEARENCE HEADCANONS

(This one is kinda long.)

Bullies:

They don't wear the shoes of the school uniform, they use more stylized ones.

When it's very hot, they don't wear socks.

Most of Hana's hair is blonde extensions to make it more spongy.

Musume is very discriminating about weight... It means that all of them have a certain weight to please Musume.

Kashiko has the longest nails (Even if they are false)

Hana tans from the sun. Kokoro and Hoshiko get spray tans, Musume gets tanning beds, and Kashiko is a natural skin.

Hoshiko uses a lot more makeup because she has dark circles under her eyes.

The clips and accessories they use in their hair have lots of rhinestones and fake gems.

From time to time they use colored cardigans, you know, for call the atention.

Their PE uniforms are also colored because Akademi's blue is plain and boring.

Hana has a small tattoo on her ankle.

Musume has a navel piercing.

Hoshiko has one of those piercings that cover the entire line of the ear (Idk the name of those bro)

Kashiko sticks stickers on almost all of her things.

Kokoro has jelly nails. Also jelly lips.

Kokoro is the shortest, Hana is the tallest.

Occult Club:

They all have bracelets on their arms. Especially Kokuma.

Kokuma wears a longer skirt.

Chojo uses eyeliner.

Shin has cat hair all over his uniform because of Wilson. Wilson is Shin's cat and it's fat, that's important.

Supana uses different shoes. In the sense that she sometimes wears a Demonias on her left foot and a Converse on her right foot. She does the same with her stocking.

Oka wears extra hoodies. She is usually cold.

They are all so pale that they look like c0rpses.

Daku sometimes wears hats to protect himself from the sun. It affects him more.

Chojo is always frowning.

Shin wears chains on his pants.

Chojo likes spiked accessories. So he always wears them. Necklaces, bracelets, shoes. All. Has. Spikes.

Daku's shirts have embroidered sleeves.

Kokuma and Supana have custom stocking.

I think eyebags is something we all knew.

Oka has dry lips.

Boys have long nails. Especially Chojo (He lets them grow on purpose to paint them.)

The girls constantly bite their nails... Except Supana.

Shin is very paranoid and it shows on his face.

Daku wears colored contact lenses.

Ever since Supana got fake fangs... Well. It became somewhat compulsive to buy them. Everybody wants to play vampire, shh.

They are all very, very skinny. They never eat anything. I mean yes but- It's not something they like to do.

Chojo has sticky hands. Nobody knows why.

Oka is the shortest, Daku is the tallest.

Shin wears glasses from time to time, he doesn't really need them but he feels cool.

Chojo uses hoodies tied around his waist.

Delinquents:

The first time they dyed their hair, they cried because they didn't know what they were doing.

Gaku is the shortest, Dairoku is the tallest.

Gaku has freckles.

All of them have at least one tattoo, but it is noteworthy that Hokuto and Hayanari have couple tattoos.

Osoro has the biggest tattoo. She has an angel on her back, by that I mean the images that say "This is what real angels look like".

They all have piercings, but it is noteworthy that Dairoku has a tongue piercing.

Very few people notice how really pretty Osoro is.

Their bodies are full of scars, bumps and bruises. (Osoro has more, honestly)

Their uniforms are stained with bl00d. It's hidden because they are black.

Although many believe it, they do not have marked bodies. They are just fit, but nothing remarkable. (Except for Osoro)

On certain days, you can see how their hair dye degrades with their natural hair colors. Umeji looks gorgeous with pink blond hair.

#yandere simulator #yan sim #yansim #yandere #anime #headcanon #occult club #bullies #delinquents

[sadomas0chist]

his mistress II

pairing: eren jaeger x female reader

tags/warning: nsfw, cheating, quickie, mentions of pregnancy, spanking, slighlt nipple play, jealous!eren, wc 2.2k. MINORS DNI.

synopsis: basically eren getting jealous over you whilst he's supposed to be pampering his wife, you know, the usual.

part I- part II

it wasn’t unusual for emma to make sudden plans with you, her excuse being wanting to spend more time with you when it actually was her opportunity to rub in your face that her husband was a jackpot that you could never have or find. you got used to it by now.

it was ironic really. almost cruel but you didn’t care. she could go fuck herself for all that mattered.

this is how you basically found yourself sunbathing at the beach, your body lathered in tanning oil with your sunglasses on, taking in the beautiful weather.

“so,” emma exclaimed near you, her body leaning on her side as she reached to grab your arm. “you know how i always wished you had a boyfriend to accompany you when you hang out with me and eren?” she inquired, a sly smile on her plastic face. her words made eren raise an eyebrow and swiftly remove his shades from his face, sitting up in his long chair to focus on what was she saying. “i may or may have not called someone to be here with us today.”

as you opened your mouth, a familiar voice called your name behind you. “reiner?” you frowned. he smiled down at you, his towel thrown over his shoulder. “hi, how are you?” he settled his beach bag down and laid the towel on his chair.

“i’m good, i’m sorry i’m just so confused.” you chuckled, glimpsing at eren who was severely glaring at reiner. he was angry and what you did next fueled his short temper even more. “you know what, forget it, sit down let’s catch up.” emma clapped her hands, going back to talking to her husband who seemed uninterested.

eren knew better than to get mad but he couldn’t help it. it was like reiner never left and you were giggling like a high school girl next to him, your hand brushing against his chest as you sat next to him, completely negligent to the man who was eyeing you.

eren wasn’t normally an immature man. but you were driving him crazy. the only thing left to do was to be petty. two could play at this game, he thought to himself, even though you were genuinely just catching up with an old fling. you weren’t stupid to get back to him but you were also not dumb to make a scene in front of people and trash talk emma who had the ultimate audacity to invite the very man she shagged while you were in a relationship with him.

you might’ve been sleeping with her husband but it was only fair. at least that is what you were convincing yourself.

“all of this for me?” he whispered, loud enough for you to hear him and glimpse at him, watching him as he ran his fingertips across her neck to her bikini strap. “all for you baby.” she giggled wrapping her arms around him, her body going jelly as eren kissed her neck and jaw, his eyes still fixated on you. he was observing your heaving chest, your balled fist and your quick change of demeanor, as smooth as ever.

fine, challenge accepted.

in a minute, you were throwing your leg over the chair, your body now fully facing reiner as you ran your hands across his chest to him shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze before leaning in and whispering filth in his ear. you were about to give him blue balls but consider it payback for when he cheated on you.

your flirting didn’t go unnoticed. eren was now grabbing onto his wife like he used to grab you, brushing his thumbs against her hip, bringing her closer to him. emma was clearly having the time of her life, the sudden attention her husband was giving her boosting her pride. it almost like she forgot you were there, carless to tease you and nag you anymore. sure eren was doing this to make you jealous but it was also exciting his whiny wife.

he tried to ignore her pleas to get her out of there and bed. he would never allow himself to crack first. he wanted to make you suffer. fuck you for being so insatiable.

“you want to leave?” you suggested in reiner’s ear, the blond male not believing his ears. you were winning. eren was now stuck with a whimpering woman who wouldn’t leave him alone. in moments you were getting up and gathering your stuff, reiner following you shortly. “where are you going?” emma asked, her hands still on eren’s toned chest. he was glaring at you under his lashes, his jaw clenched.

“i’m just going to the chalet for a bit, you know, cool down,” you uttered your last words eyeing him with a faint smirk, turning on your heels to grab reiner’s hand in yours.

“you can’t.” eren interjected, earning a questioning look from the three of you. “the shower doesn’t work. it needs to be fixed by maintenance.”

“who said anything about taking a shower, eren?” you let his name roll on your tongue, his face now angrier than ever. it was surprising how oblivious reiner was but it didn’t bother you. you’d soon get rid of him.

you waved at emma who seemed clearly unbothered about your situation, slyly winking at eren once the coast was clear. as you made your way towards the chalet you stopped in your tracks and put your best pocket face, turning to face reiner with a pouty face. “as much as i’d love to, i don’t think we should see each other anymore. i hope you can respect that.” you gave his shoulder a firm squeeze and walked past him, completely ignoring his pleads as you opened the door to the chalet and closed it behind you.

you scoffed to yourself, wanting to see if eren was being honest about the whole shower thing.

“of course, a liar and a cheater.” you laughed, turning off the shower faucet. “a shower would be nice though.” you said to yourself as you began to get rid of your clothing items, leaving you only in your bikini bottoms before his voice echoed behind you.

“holy fuck.” eren breathed out as he leaned against the bathroom’s door frame, his arms crossed against his pecs, droplets of water dropping from his body. his hair was up in a half bun, some of it sticking at his forehead. you turned around with a raised eyebrow, not bothering to hide your bare chest.

“aren’t you supposed to be fucking reiner?”

“aren’t you supposed to be fucking your wife?” you snickered, your jealousy clear as day. it amused him. he took a few steps towards you, gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. you rolled your eyes, avoiding to look up into his green ones.

“i’d much rather fuck you instead.” he licked his lips looking down at your chest. “god you don’t know how much i hate you for even looking at that sucker. i hate watching what’s mine getting touched by someone else.” he hissed, his fingers dipping in your flesh.

it was almost funny to you, since he was the one who started this whole thing. “as if you weren’t the one touching all over her. what’s your problem? you know what, i’m leaving.” you stated wrapping your hands around his wrists to push him away but it was no use. “let me go.” you groaned in frustration, not wanting to give in his games anymore. part of you hated him at the moment whilst the other part was impatient as ever to jump on him and ride the hell out of him.

“fine i got jealous. there you go. i told emma i was off to attend some unexpected business with armin to follow you here. i couldn’t handle seeing him touch you, grab you.” he breathed, his lips almost touching yours. “it was killing me. i wanted to interfere and snatch you away from him. fuck i hate you.” he groaned pulling your face to his, his lips crashing down on yours.

your body betrayed you as it instantly reacted to him, your lips moving against his as his hands roamed your body, gently squeezing your breasts. “eren, someone might catch us,” you whispered clutching at his hair as he sucked and kissed at your chest, a bite to your nipple making you yelp. “i don’t give a fuck.” he seethed, proceeding to leave love bites.

“let’s make it quick, i want to fuck you in a proper bedroom.” he groaned lifting you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, your lips leaving open kisses on his neck.

eren sat on the bed, your legs thrown on each side of his lap, his kisses almost eating your face off. “eren, let me ride you,” you begged him, pressing your hands to his toned chest and beckoning him to lay back. he smirked at you, pulling his body back to drag yours with him, his back now comfortably laying on the mattress, his fingers digging in your thighs. you looked beautiful.

“c’mon baby, sit on it.” he lifted his hips up, eager for you to coat him with your warmth. his red swollen tip brushed your folds, making you let out a sigh before you rubbed him across your slit and slid him in in one subtle movement, both you gasping in bliss. it was always good with eren. always full filling. you slowly began to grind yourself on him, taking in on his beautiful face, retorting into one of pure bliss and pleasure.

“shit you feel so good, so damn good,” eren breathed, his big hand slapping your ass, liking the way the skin giggled there. your hands spread across his pecs, slightly brushing over his nipples, earning a hiss. “i didn’t know you were sensitive,” you bit your lip, bending over to lick his nipple teasingly, your hips moving faster against him. “f-fuck,” he whimpered, his grip on your ass tightening. you looked at him through sly eyes, your teeth slightly tugging at his pink bud before letting go and adjusting your posture.

you lifted your hips up, your eyes fluttering. your pace was unstable, your cunt squeezing him tightly making him impatient. eren grunted beneath you, a loud sigh leaving his lips before he sat up and pulled you closer to him chest. “you’re taking too long darling,” his arms snaked under yours to brace you tighter. “you can take your time later,” he didn’t let you speak or make some smart remark as he fucked himself into you, his mouth swallowing your wails and cries. he was hitting you so deep it almost hurt, his engorged tip almost hitting your cervix.

“e-eren, be gentle,” you moaned out, his roughness spreading your insides with his girth. “‘m sorry, we need to be quick,” he licked your neck before kissing it. “i promise to make love to you later, i promise baby, shit,” his words went straight to your cunt, clenching around his cock. eren wrapped his hand around your neck, his other on your hip as he continued his assault on your poor cunt, this time hardening his thrusts. he’s never fucked you like this before. it was like he was claiming you, showing and proving to you that you are his. he was being carnal.

“mine,” he grunted in your ear, his hips thrusting upwards. “you’re fucking mine, shit can’t get enough of this pussy,” he kissed your neck, his hands pressing into your skin. “best fucking pussy.” he maintained his rhythm, his swollen tip rubbing against your cervix. his forehead was pressing on yours, his chest now wet from sweat

you wrapped your arms around him, praying for some steadiness or leverage. you threw your head back, sneaking your hand between your bodies to help yourself faster. she was still out there after all. “eren,” you whimpered, feeling like jello as your mouth was agape and your head thrown back. he sent a harsh slap to your ass before sucking back on your nipples, the combination of pleasure throwing you off the grid as you wailed and clenched around him.

“there you go, my sweet thing, mhm, so warm,” eren groaned in your ear, pinching your bud before squeezing your ass. “gonna cum inside, know you like it,” he grabbed your jaw, your head still faded from your orgasm, “hopefully you’ll get pregnant, have my fucking babies,” you swore you could hear him whimper after that, your eyes wide open to his insanity as he shortly followed by filling you up. you were concerned on how he was going to explain the slight scars on his back but there were more important things to worry about now.

“shit, you’re the best,” he kissed your lips, his body still not moving you away. it was like he wanted you to get pregnant. “she thinks you’re with reiner now, let’s go somewhere else yeah?” he hoped you’d say yes. and you did. now he could try to get you pregnant. he’ll worry about his wife later, he thought. after all, you were his sweet girl. he needed to mark you somehow.

#eren x you #aot smut #eren smut #eren yeager smut #cheating #attack on titan eren #snk imagines #snk fanfiction #snk smut #aot x reader #aot x reader smut #eren jeager smut #eren x y/n #eren x reader

[ronqueesha]

Their World Goes on Turning

A self-indulgent moment featuring my Tav, Avrin, and the succubus she has a very complicated warlock/patron relationship with.

The gentle noise of rainfall pattering against cobblestones joined the cacophony of people, animals, carts and carriages in the streets of Baldur's Gate. Water gurgled through aqueducts and gutters, spilling into tubs or onto ancient stonework vats like thousands of miniature waterfalls. The rain filled the air with an electric, hopeful sensation that tickled the sensitive skin on Avrin's scars. Even as the bustling crowd around her splashed mud and ground filth deeper into the busy streets.

And yet, through the chaos of rain and the din of a street full to bursting with people, something caught the half-elf's attention. So strong was the pull that she felt her knees turn jelly, and her armored feet grind to a halt in the middle of the crowd. For her, it was as if time had come to a sudden halt, and nothing around her mattered. Not even the angered noises of the people behind.

The scent of jasmine and cherries hit her nose first, a mixture of floral and fruity that had been seared into her brain from the moment she first laid eyes on the one who wore it.

But no, it couldn't be. Not here. Perhaps it was just someone else wearing a perfume close enough to fool Avrin's senses.

She felt her lungs take in a second, instinctive, deeper breath, to fill herself with the nostalgic aroma, and momentarily relive moments she knew would never come back. And as if to answer her doubts from just a moment before, a third scent joined the mix. The unmistakable trace of the abyss followed, turning her inner smile into a gag, and causing her nose to wrinkle at the sudden influx of decay and chaos.

Avrin turned, heedless of the people crushed around her. The former paladin's armored body stood like a stone in a river, motionless against an endless tide. Her heart thudded against her ribs as if it were attempting an escape, so it could flee toward the one that had brought her to such a sudden halt.

There, she saw the source of that unique, captivating, and wholly unique scent. Sitting at a small table beneath the canopy of a quaint Baldurian coffee house, there they were! Avrin's could not stop her eyes from going wide as she took in their face. She didn't recognize it, but Qahrex wore so many. And yet, their eyes were always the same. The bright blue that had made her insides flutter and her muscles weak the moment she saw them. The serpent tattoos that coiled up each cheek to their perfectly formed temples, accentuating high and sharp cheekbones that never changed no matter which face they chose, masculine or feminine.

The face she saw appeared to be human, maybe partially elven just for the aesthetic value. Deep tanned skin with curled hair that tumbled down past their mid-back. Wearing a heavy furred coat that she recognized to be the succubus' preferred way of disguising their wings when in public. Their smile was not the one they had shown when she spent all those months alone with them, instead they flashed a cunning half-grin that Avrin had only seen once, when Qahrex spoke about how they lured prey to their side.

Because, Avrin realized, that's what she had caught the succubus doing. A young man sat opposite to their disguised form, nursing a cup of expensive coffee, his nervous energy obvious even from this distance and obscured by endless rushes of the city traffic. He didn't look bad to Avrin's eye. Maybe a little skinny. But perhaps that's how Qahrex had convinced him to spend some time in a coffee house before they found somewhere private for the succubus to feed.

Perhaps, in the past, Avrin might have marched up to the pair and warned the young man away. She might have even gathered the local guards, a crowd of angry citizens behind them, and purged this abyssal evil from the streets before they could do any harm.

But it had been a long time since Avrin was that person.

Qahrex no longer had anything to fear from her. Not after the months they spent together, after Avrin violated her orders and nursed the demon back to health instead of destroying them. Not after all the time they got to know one another, peeled back their respective layers of obligation and duty, to see the person beneath the walls they had constructed for themselves. And certainly not after she had died in mud, her body ruined in one last defense of the succubus. Only to have the kindness she showed to them returned a thousand fold by their magic, and a bond between the two that could not be easily broken.

Instead, she stood alone in the middle of hundreds, a lost lamb in the rain. The downpour soaked into her polished armor and dragged her padded shirt down, as if daring her to sink into the mud below, to mirror the torment that built inside her sinking chest. Qahrex did not acknowledge her, nor even show the barest hint of seeing her in the middle of the bustling street. Their focus locked on the man, the food they would soon consume.

Avrin told herself this was for the best. Qahrex didn't need a complication like this, not now. Neither did she, not with such pressing concerns dragging her every direction all at once. There were other people in her life, people that relied on her. Maybe even people that loved her in the way she wished the succubus would.

Heavy tears dripped onto Avrin's tabard as she turned away from the little coffee shop and the adorable scene of two people having a chat in the gentle rain. Her sorrow mixing with the downpour.

#baldur's gate 3 #avrin #fic title from the best 'they don't love me back' song #'on my own' from les mis

[madam-well]

“Geez,” I sighed. This has been a lot of trouble but it will all be worth it soon. Ladies and gentlemen I’ve found the holy grail a bucket of coffee jelly, a WHOLE bucket, whole 6 ounces of rich coffeey goodness. As my long time viewers may know, I usually don't waste my time with traveling but this is a completely different matter. I cannot wait, I can almost taste it. “𝕎ℍ𝕆𝔸 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝟞 𝕠𝕨𝕔𝕖𝕤!” I stop. D-did someone just…

“ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠?” Good grief another psychic, this one sounds young, maybe around Yuuta's age “𝕎𝕙𝕠𝕒 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒 𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕠?! 𝕎𝕆𝕎! 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤!!” I winced slightly from the volume “𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦? ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣? 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦? 𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕤? 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕤𝕡𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕠?” Spy? Is she playing some type of game?

....Nope, don't care it's time to go home. I look for the near alleyway so I can teleport back home.

I feel a tug on my shirt “WHOA!! You have pink hair too!” I look down and see a little girl in a black dress, pink hair, and little hair clips that were suspiciously placed (control devices maybe???) “Ummm where’s your parent's kid?” I asked looking around “PA is….” She looked around, great she was lost, this is total déjà vu “NOOOO PA GAVE ME AWAY!!!” She wailed. “wha…?”

“How cruel.”

“No wonder he’s trying to abandon her look he young he is”

“How irresponsible”

“Abandoning kids is illegal right? I should call the cops”

Wait they think I’m her dad?! “Kid, look there’s no way your just-“ she loudly sobbed, I sighed and picked her up “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?” She sniffles “yeah” she adds. I don't want to leave PA. I don’t want to go back”.

After a quick scan of her memories, I learned a few things like little Anya here was an orphan until, not even, a day ago, and Loid, her father, is an actual spy. I won't lie I wasn’t expecting that last one.

“Are you calm now?” I feel her nod, I’ve been walking around to see if Loid is even looking for his daughter “𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕, 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞”. Aright Blonde, blue eyes, green suit, red tie, and a tan Fedora with a black stripe. Got it. “How are you going to find him?”

“𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙.” I put her down and take a look around “keep an eye out, okay?” She quickly nods, looking excited. I cross my eyes, I'm using Clairvoyance, to find her father faster. The last thing I want to do is to the soda jump again.

I quickly scan the city streets looking for her father. Nothing. So then I start looking in each individual store.

I hear a little gasp “𝕄-𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣! 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘” blonde hair green suit this must be him “𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?”. She looks at me and focuses, she gasps again “𝕎𝕙𝕠𝕒!! 𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕡𝕒!” Good.

“Good,” I said, man, it felt weird to talk but it can't be helped this old lady is starting to get suspicious, I stand by my up and help her get down “let's go before he notices your gone.” She giggles and starts (very slowly) running ahead.

After walking for a few minutes I noticed an officer following us, great what now. I turn us down an alley so I can focus on her thoughts, it's also a shortcut to the store Loid is in.

Why is this little girl following this man?

Man? That's a bit of a stretch, I’m only 16 plus is the fact I’m a boy the only reason she's following us? This really is de-

I sneeze, suddenly my head felt heavier. “Bless you-” she stops and stares at me “what?” I asked. “Hey stop right there!” I turned around to look at the cop “yes officer?”.

“Uh never mind, sorry to bother you two” the cop meekly said. I can't believe I just assumed she was a guy being her hair was short. Wait What?

“Anya am I girl right now?” I asked too scared to take off my hat, she doesn't answer, and she starts giggling “Hey! Don't laugh!” I scold. Geez, what is going on today, this reminds me of I turned in Kusuo (girl version) to defend Mr. Matsuzaki. The only real difference is my hair is a bit longer which is weird.

“Anya!” crap where'd she go? She was just here “PA!” Anya ran over to Loid “Anya! What were you thinking! You can't just go running off” he all but yelled Anya quickly apologized and started tearing up just as fast.

After listening to Anya babble for a bit he looked over to me and smiled “Hi my name is Loid Folger-” he wraps his arms around Anya “-little Anya here father. Thank you for finding her what’s your name?”.

He is really trying to sell the whole father-daughter thing, well it doesn't matter the sooner this conversation ends, the soon I can go home and enjoy my coffee jelly.

“PA this is my sister Kusuo!”…. Huh? Sister? Her file said nothing about a sister. Yeah, cause she lying! 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘?! She looks at me then clings to my leg.

“PA I want my sissy to come home with us!”

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“NO! NOOOOOOO!” Anya screeched. God really does hate me.

“I hate study time!” Anya protested, for the 7th time today, “I need to judge your academic abilities for the test.” Loid stated “but I don’t need to study for the test! I can just read everyone else’s...” minds.

“Anya what have I told you about cheating!” I cut in, I look over to Loid “what's so important about this school anyway?”. “Do you two plan to get by with pure cunning?-” he glares down at both of us, then look over at Anya “Now listen here, if you don't pass this test I'll...” Fail the mission.

I'm flattered he doesn't think I’ll fail but still, I wish he'd lay off a bit. “Whatever, I'm heading out. Kusuo watches your sister…. Please.” Then again she's the reason I wasting my summer here.

Well, one thing lead to another and Loid blocked off our only exit, but this is no problem for an all-powerful psychic. “𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕒 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜” Anya shots off the couch “where are you going? Can I go too?” “ℕ𝕠𝕡𝕖, 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕁𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖.”

“Don’t do anything stupid okay” I don't wait for a response and teleport anyway. As soon as I stand up I see my patent making out on the couch “Gross. Anyway I won't be here for a while”.

“Okay son have fun”

“Okay sweetie be safe”

I bet you're a little concerned about their nonchalant reactions but they're kinda justified you see this isn’t the first time I’ve done this, left home I mean mean, when I was 7 I thought space was “super cool” so I decided to explore it for a while. Returned home after 2 weeks, and luckily parents didn’t have the sense to report me missing.

“Alright, I’m off,” I say crouching down “wait did you just talk?-“ my dad shakes his head “-never mind that, what do we say if your friends stop by?”.

“ I really don’t care what you say, as long as it doesn’t raise any questions or make me look dumb“ I instructed my dad, he dumbly nodded while mom came around the corner with a bag.

“Here you go, Ku.” she handed a camping bag full of... Female clothes? “I noticed you were a girl for some reason so I grabbed some of my old clothes for you” she lend in and whispered “I stuffed some coffee jelly’s for you” she winked at me. I guess it's true, mothers always know “thanks mom, I'll be going”.

“Wait what about me-” I teleport back to the apartment, I look around “Anya! I'm back” I call out when I noticed Anya wasn't on the couch anymore “Welcome back!” I heard Anya call out.

I walk over to Loid’s bedroom to see a mess “good grief Anya” I sighed she nervously giggles then she stops “hey sissy, how did you disappear earlier” I’m going to ignore the fact she keeps calling sissy “I teleported”

“So you can read minds and telefart?” she said in awe I choke back a chuckle “I can do a lot of things”. I think of a list of my powers, how they work, and their drawbacks.

“.....wow” Anya muttered “d-do you think I'll have as many powers as you?!” she said excitedly.

“Honestly speaking, no.” I look over and she looked disappointed “I was born with these powers while your was created” I was telekinesis to clean up her mess/organize everything, Anya stares up in awe at the floating objects.

Once everything was back in place I used telekinesis on Anya and float her into my arms “besides these powers aren’t so good as they seem” a loud sound cuts us off Anya gasps “PA back!” she jumps off of my arms and runs towards the living room.

Geez I thought we were having a moment, wait what I saying?! Suddenly a scream rips through the air, without even thinking I ran towards to scream, I ran through the door then everything went black.

Well, a normal person would've passed out on impact but as a all-powerful psychic such as myself it felt more like a light breeze. I could fight back, but I don't really feel like it. I guess I'll just go to sleep.

And I know what your thinking "Saki are you really going to abandon Anya?!" and no I'm not, I've already place a invisible and indestructible shield on her. Trust me she'll be fine.

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“-ey. Hey! HEY!!” I hear from somewhere within the darkness. I finally open my eyes and the first thing I see is some gritty looking thugs.

“Are you two twilight’s daughters?” This big dude with a cigarette in his mouth asked, like I don’t have tape on my mouth, I ignored him and looked around for Anya.

Cigarette guy just huffs and turns back to his followers “I guess it doesn't matter. If they turn out to have value as a hostage we can use her as a shield” he turns and looks at the other thugs “We’ll force Twilight to take the photos of the minister of foreign affairs’ wig himself”.

As so that what going on here. If we're being completely honest I don't think a few pictures of the minister's wig flying off are enough to make him quit but maybe that's just me.

“Boss?” a thug with brown hair piped up “isn't it time we gave on the wig”, finally someone with some sense. Suddenly the cigarette guy pulled out the pistol and shot the brown hair guy without hesitation. I spoke too soon.

“Honest is important in politics. Wigs are no good” all this for a wig?! 𝕊𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜! 𝔸 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕝! ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥?! “Plus the minister is secretly backing the west. That's treason.” I knew this couldn't be about a stupid wig. “Anyone who covers up for treason is committing treason too.”

Whoa. I look to Anya. A real bad guy! 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕒. I sigh “hey boss! Nguyen and the rest of the boys we left with at the house are back!”

Huh. he actually came to save us, I won't lie I was kinda worried for a second. I look over to Anya and see her slowly calming down.

After a minute or two, a small, group of guys came in carrying a man with a bag on his head. Of course, as the all-knowing psychic, I am it wasn’t really hard to determine that the man under the bag was not our father Loid.

“We caught a man,” one of the men said. They dropped a man dressed like Loid onto the floor. Good grief, these guys are dumb but I must admit the mask Loid made is amazing, no wonder twilight is known as a ‘living legend’.

Not to mention he’s acting skills are out of this world, I watch him wobble around pretending to be hurt “ugh... No amateur has moves like that! This guy is the real deal!” this blond guy comes up to him and places a hand on his shoulder “hey, go lay down”.

I take a glance at Anya again, she is dead eye staring at Loid. I look back at loid and watch as he slowly makes his way to the back of the group then over to us “now then, twilight-“ Loid quickly unties us both, picks Anya, grabs my hand, then starts running.

Next thing I know we running out of the building with thugs behind us.

This is a mistake.

 Ouch I won't lie that one hurt, I know he is a spy and everything but I didn’t think he’d be this cold.

Taking a risk like this, even strolling into enemy territory… I'm a disgrace of a spy. A little harsh don’t you think, *sigh. “Pa? PA!” Anya suddenly wails.

Oh… right. I think I just realized why children crying makes me so mad. 

Imagines of a war flood into his brain; blood, guts, destroyed buildings, abandoned tanks, bodies beneath the rubble. The things he saw- the things he lived through were enough to make me sick. After a second or two I noticed something in the in his memory, on left side of the wreckage there’s a unbroken window, in the reflection you can see the image of a blond frail-looking boy sobbing his eyes out.

Because it reminds me of my childhood. The isolation and despair from no one reaching out to me. 

Suddenly the memory starts to change; (child) Loid started looking around and made eye contact with his reflection, the poor boy was covered with dirt and blood from his wounds. The boy started to cry harder.

��The powerlessness of being able to do nothing but cry”. I don’t want to watch this any more… Sometimes I really hate my powers.

I thought I’d thrown it away, but it looks like my past self has been unconsciously tagging along, huh?

No that's not important right now. Loid drags us over to the sidewalk outside of the building and places Anya down “now listen here ladies” he digs through his jacket and pulls out a notepad and a pencil.

“We’re actually a team of pro tag players-” he said while handing a piece of paper, really?! out of excuse in the book he picks that one?!  “-and when we find someone with talent, we like to challenge them to a surprise match” he said with a fake accent.

“Now listen up. If you hear straight down this road-” he points to the right “-and then I turn right then keep walking, you'll find a police station. He folds up the paper and hands it to me, "when you get there you two need to give this to the officers then you win"

Ah, what a nice way to abandon someone. Whatever, if anything this works out better for me, once we get out of sight we can teleport back to my house or anywhere Anya wants to go.

When they see this, they 'll put them in a better orphanage, then I'll rework the mission. I'll figure out a way to do it that doesn't involve a kid. "Pa?" Anya starts, "Ready Set Go!" he cut her and sends us on our way.

Not fit to be a spy?

No. The mistake was endangering those children in the first place. How did I not see that?

We hear him turn around so we take to chance to look back at him. Making a world were children don't have to cry- he rips of his mask- is the whole reason I became a spy.

Oh wow.

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"Ugh he's taking forever" I sighed we've been here for about an hour waiting Loid to finish beating up the 'bad guys'. I back at Anya to see messing with a line demons ants.

"Anya leave those ants alone!" I yell while picking her up "whyyyy" Anya whines "because they're gross plus I don't want to listen to cry when they bite you"

"Anya? Kusuo?!" we look up to see Loid with the leather jacket from before over his shoulder. "PAAAAA!" Anya yells as she runs to Loid and hugs his legs.

"How did you- I mean uh what are you doing away from home" Loid asked, nice save father. I shot him a look, and he start to panic, "as for me, uh, I came here to shop but it looks like to they've went out of business."

Papa really is a liar.

I tried to bite back a laugh. Anya looks up at Loid and said, in que quote " we were playing tag with strange man" ......... I sigh and face palm. I Loid looks at me confused but just nodded.

"I see..... was that fun?" he asked still looking confused Anya hugged his leg a little harder "it was a little scary". "I want to go home! with you and sissy!".

"Are you- are you sure about that?'" he asked looking shocked, 'if you leave again I'll cry" Anya said using his previous thoughts against him, he looks at me. I nod. As much as I want to go home, I have some time to kill so I'll stay until this mission is over. Something tells me It'll be exciting.

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I'm gonna stop here. Here ya go @fruity-fruition I tried my best I hope everyone enjoyed reading this post if anyone want another part just ask!!! I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope everyone has a good day, Bye!~

#the disasterous life of saiki k #saiki icons #saiki k #kusuo saiki #saiki #spy x family #loid x yor #spy x family yor #loid forger #anya forger #spys #spy software #private school #mizuki #for you #for y'all #i tried #crossover #fanfic #fanfiction

[sonic-elements]

Team Wisp

After a long while I present to you the Finalized members of Team Wisp

New members have been added as well as New Wisps. Hope y'all love them, I will be posting individual pics and info drops of each member later on.

Hers a list of members

Matriarch Nana Hue (Nega Hue)

Kaleidoscope The Wisp

Monochrome The Wisp

Scarce (Bioid #1500)

Spozzy The Pitbull

Glint The Cheetah

Bore The Aardvark

Z.O.O.M. The Robot

Tine The Thorny Devil

Blox The Box Turtle

Drift The Hummingbird

Scorch The Sun Bear

Chomp The Tiger Shark

Feast The Horned Frog

Orb The Gyronaut

Waft The Swift

Racket The Snapping Shrimp

Volt The Torpedo Ray

Tremble The Giant Isopod

Nuke The Bombardier Beetle

Vision The Barreleye/Spookfish

Foam The Diving Bell Spider

Rapier The Scorpion

Briskly The Peregrine Falcon

Fuzzy The Christmas tree worm

Jug The Water Holding Frog

Cleanse The Sponge

Jaded The Glass fish

Mucky The Banana Slug

Ammonite The Comb Jelly

Topper The Mushroom

Grow The Sunflower Sea Star

Dust-Devil The Roadrunner

Arcane The Cryptid

Eon The Immortal Jellyfish

Iaira The Nymph

Breaker The Millicentipede

Mist The Giant Octopus

Radiate The Plasmos

Steady The Gorilla

ORO/Aurum Bot

Raider The Cachalot/Sperm whale

As well as a list of the New Wisps added in

Mother Wisp/Baby Wisp

Rainbow Wisp

Monochrome Wisp

Rare Wisp

White Wisp

Cyan Wisp

Yellow Wisp

Orange Wisp

Pink Wisp

Blue Wisp

Green Wisp

Red Wisp

Purple Wisp

Violet Wisp

Indigo Wisp

Crimson Wisp

Magenta Wisp

Ivory Wisp

Gray Wisp

Black Wisp

Jade Wisp

Azure Wisp

Electrum Wisp

Capri Wisp

Beige Wisp

Turquoise Wisp

Chartreuse Wisp

Vermillion Wisp

Phlox Wisp

Pearl Wisp

Cobalt Wisp

Rose Wisp

Tan Wisp

Amber Wisp

Brown Wisp

Ebony Wisp

Cerise Wisp

Grey Wisp

Scarlet Wisp

Aureolin Wisp

Goldenrod Wisp

Spring green Wisp

Veronic Wisp

Cerulean Wisp

Tawny Wisp

Snow Wisp

Platinum Wisp

Bronze Wisp

Silver Wisp

Gold Wisp

Note 3 Out of the Non Canon Wisps here don't belong to me I ask permission for there usage make sure to give there creators

Electrum Wisp Belongs to SeaSaltArt

Capri wisps Belongs to. @craftys127609

And Azure Wisp Belongs to LJSTAR

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #aj the elementalgod #elementalgod aj #my art #sonic art #oc art #team wisp #sonic ocs #sonic fan characters

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Hii this is the anon who had no ideas for twisted wonderland OCs no more you have unlocked the idea corner😈

- Water haired Jellyfish

A lab experiment who was taken at 8 and ran away at 12. They stumbled upon a mountain village and lived there before encountering The Eldridge horror once more however much calmer of a meeting when their first as the jellyfish decides they will take care of them too. They have the tiredness of silver however far more smiley than him. Can attack with their hair lol and also the tired and forgetful tendencies come from being tampered with as a child. (Friend with octo trio bc their in the same dorm).

- Eldridge horror mage(They have eyes on their hands and a mix of praying mantis antennas and fish wings and a mouth on multiple places (stomach/ neck/ arm)

The type to just stare straight into your soul and can definitely climb ceilings. Grew up in the forest as a black inky monster for a few hundred years before stumbling upon a human with black hair (jellyfish before the jelly)sworn to protect the human because of the human nursing him back to health. Definitely more of an observer with most personality traits coming from jellyfish.( who’s personality is based on silver).

- Human boy with high running speed (19 and definitely repeated his second year)

Literally a hole slay, wears pink everyday and dresses in y2k, the human flirts with ^ the Eldridge horror in Amazement. The human is a researcher that came to twisted wonderland when they were 14 transported to sunset savana so tans lines and adventured across near into the slums eventually meeting the cat siblings and their parents and lived with them until night raven. Also definitely gets into trouble with Bat cat. They carry around a notepad and a brief case full of hidden wonders and is known as a beast tamer to most of the school for the mystical creatures they’ve tamed. (Has the personality of Juliet from Lollipop Chainsaw bc I want them too. And the personality that’s heavily similar to nick is the harpy lol so ship tho I don’t see it honestly tho they are best friends.)

- Sweet black cat (They have a mouth on their stomach so definitely not blood related to bat cat plus bat cat is well a bat.🤔)

The sweetest boy you’ll ever meet, raised in a powerful household they’ve always learned to be grateful. However this subjects them to multiple toxic relationships and friendships that negatively impact them (time loop of a character going from happy to depressed) however it’s a story of growth so they seek help(they overblot) because of the stress that they might mess up again and the overwhelming pressure society and their parents put them threw, they eventually get help and is the sweetest once more. (Definitely gives kalim energy but I think it’s more of a mix between trey and cater as they are far more energetic and photogenic.)

- ( no OC yet here help😭)

- Blue flamed Bunny

Based off of Cerberus from Hercules / Greek Mythology made to keep the shroud brothers safe after orthos passing. When first created they had three heads two chopped off leaving off the middle head. Obsessive with Idias safety it turns into story of bloodshed and obsession as the bunny in blue flames further ‘protects’ Idia. (Does eventually get better and learns boundaries)

- Black Sheep Alice in Wonderland

Based off of American McGee Alice with a twist. This alice grew up in wonderland as one of the red knights children being subjected to all of Wonderlands horrors and combat having to fight to stay alive, they escaped threw a well into Twisted wonderland. Being homeless for 4 years and having to starve for most of it they found themselves locked in a familiar coffin. Being tormented and scared for most of their life they were cold to everyone they met. Having overblot from being attacks once more from guards sent from wonderland they find themselves going back to their home to finish off the queen of hearts or become her. Coming back to twisted wonderland to finish their school year. (After that a lot more open and warm to people as they find new hobbies and friends.)

- Violent and demeaning Bat cat

Not based on anything however they are made to represent manipulation and tricking people with kindness (they have big yellow cat eyes to create a sense of alluring). (Also very good with kids bc they literally are the oldest of 3 (black cat) (human boy (adopted). Gets character development when azuls overblot happen as that was a close friend to them, and they slowly warm up to others when they find Azul okay.

- Silent judgment Harpy/Parrot

Like Jafars parrot this OC is very potty mouth very very rude sir (not rainbow btw I mean kinda but mostly red bc hair) and most likely helps jamil in his overblot form (they give him more power by fighting with him) because they want power as they grew up in the slums with little to nothing. To gain power is to change people and make them see. And after they are a lot calmer and talkative. However they gained some new friends ruggie and the cat siblings.

(May I be strawberry cake anon)

You may!! Also I love ur ideas for ocs they very unique. Eyeballs the eldrich horror.....

#not writing #not requests #strawberry cake anon #oc rambles

[beetle-drip]

my brain is soup so i'ma just ask who's got the best &/or biggest dick

This question sparked great discourse with the goon council and we got mixed reviews on "the best" so I'm just gonna do size with description lmao.

MINORS DNI

Spicy content below

This only pertains to the characters I have on here so far (some straps because I'll die before not giving an oc one).

Size queen/king dream

Avit: 12.5 inches of dangerous girthy monster meat with ridges and a prince albert. Very dense and could probably keep you in place. RIP to your jaw and holes, kings. Bioluminescent neon blue!

Eden: 10 inches girthy with so much texture from both the ridged and jacob's ladder all up the entire underside of it. Bioluminescent red when unsheathed and naturally slimy from being tucked away (all natural monster lube, yeehaw).

Roch: 9.5 inches and a little veiny with a jacob's ladder up the underside, prince albert and the goon dick ridges specialty. It's unfairly pretty and aesthetically pleasing. Bioluminescent neon pink!

Ube: Her fave strap is 9.5 pink and purple bad dragon that vibrates and ejaculates fake monster cum. Her other ones vary in size and shape. Toy fiend queen.

Somnium: Magic dick that can vary in size but she usually settles for a nice 9 inch cosmic dick and it tingles real nice with that aphrodisiac goo. Glows as well and kinda translucent with stars like a jelly watersnake (not the same shape lmao).

Thibaut: Also 9 inches and boy howdy is it textured with (and you guessed it) more tight ridges and a prince albert. Also has the natural slime and is a bioluminescent gold!

Harlowe: 8.5 inches and another pretty dick to look at. A soft pale pink turning into a dark blush pink at the head. Smooth and mildly girthy with a couple cute freckles. And they are a dog monster person sooooo.......

Courtney: 7 inches and tan with a dark red tinted head, very girthy and slightly veiny. A nice snug fit.

Not really small but your hole will still be intact (maybe)

#Didn't add Beetle because the sizes vary depending on partner #spicy ask #nsft ask #my oc #gator folks get glow sticks #oc ask #gator goons #Eden #Roch #Roch Guidry #Avit #Thiabut #Somnium oc #Ube oc #Harlowe Duran #ask #beetle ask #murderbabes #murder oc #I literally cannot pinpoint Zaïre because she just chooses whatever makes you cock stupid at the end of the day #and these aren’t even the sizes in their monster forms bruv

[atlasart154]

A redraw of a moment I had on a friend’s minecraft server!

(Please don’t repost! Reblogs appreciated!)

[Image Id: a drawing of Ava, an original character, crouching down and offering fish to a crowd of cats. Ava is a white woman with dark reddish hair, freckles, and burn scars on her arms and face. She is wearing a green shawl with leaf patterning over a blue-green shirt, and a pair of jeans. She has a thick brown harness that crosses her body diagonally and across her waist, connecting at her hip, as well as draping loosely over her leg. She has a pair of translucent light blue wings on her back. She is surrounded by six cats: a tan cat laying with its back to the screen, a calico sitting behind her, a “jellie” cat with white and grey markings standing to her right, another tan cat perched on her leg, a light grey rag doll cat sitting on a barrel next to her, and a tabby that she is offering the fish to. The background is a simple painting of a plains village, featuring a market stall and a simple house. End Id.]

#ocs #oc: Ava #minecraft #minecraft oc #this is my first ever complex background tbh #I def wanna do more #and hopefully more art from this server

[belladonna-miranda]

The Jackass mermen (and mermaid) as H20: Just Add Water Characters 🧜🏼‍♀️🧜🏼‍♂️

Follow-up on which Jackasses make the best merpeople

Chris Pontius: He'd have Rikki Chadwick's powers (and personality) because as a Wildboy, he's experienced life on land and in the sea more than the other Jackasses (except for Steve-O), just like Rikki returned in the last two episodes of Mako Mermaids. Since Pontius can heat water, should someone accidentally splash him, growing a merman tail would be the least of his problems since drying himself faster gives him an advantage of his double life. My number-two OG Jackass also has the longest hair out of the guys, tied with Rachel, so Pontius makes a beautiful son of Poseidon.

Ehren McGhehey: He would definitely be Cleo Sertori power-wise because he's the most underrated OG Jackass just like Cleo is in H2O: Just Add Water. Ehren's ability to control water should shield him from unintentional splashing, but it can also allow him to drink water without having to pick up his glass. Just like Cleo, Ehren is the quiet one of his friends until he meets someone new, then he becomes a talker. However, if you turn him into a merman, he'll start crying right away because he's the most sensitive member of the pod.

Dave England: Emma Gilbert is definitely Dave's character because his power revolves around snow and ice because he grew up snowboarding, much like Emma grew up swimming. Even with just one nut, Dave managed to have four kids through two different wives, but only his current wife knows his secret, much like Emma's boyfriends, Byron and Ash, did with her mermaid secret. On a final note, both Dave and Emma possess long, beautiful, flowing blonde hair and glowing baby blue eyes that contrast with their somewhat tan complexions.

Rachel Wolfson: The only female (and newcomer) on the list will share Bella Hartley's powers and style, except as a comedienne instead of a singer. However, not only can Rachel turn water into jelly at will, but she can also crystalize it and boil it, effectively allowing her to smoke weed without even using a lighter. Another similarity between Rachel and Bella is that their respective boyfriends support their mermaid secrets since the former became a mermaid on her tenth birthday and the latter at age nine.

#jackass #h2o just add water #h2o just add jackass #chris pontius #danger ehren #ehren mcghehey #dave england #rachel wolfson #why tf did i think of this

[imjustalazycat]

did a little comic of @supa-yel​ and the boys XD

Blue being a real gentleman <333 I wanted to draw something more serious but ofc i had to make it a comic xD

and a little extra doodle of an overprotective grandma xDD

#viper #blue #supa #blue's jelly of her tan #also he knew viper was there so he just wanted to be kind and pass a cute gal to his bestie uwu xDD #lazycat

[passivenovember]

Harringrove April, Day Four.

Zoo

--

“But daddy--”

“No, Steve.”

“But summer’s almost over, and--”

“No, Steve. For the thousandth time, No.”

“Harold--”

“Margaret, don’t start.”

“But the boys have been so good, this week,” Steve’s mother winked at him from across the table, her perfect, feathered eyelashes catching on the golden light from the window. “Really, they’ve been good all summer. Perfect little angels. Don’t they deserve --”

“What did I just say?” Steve’s father put his knife down, arms outstretched as he glanced frantically around the dining room for someone, anyone, who could make sense of it all. “Am I talking to myself here, huh? To walls and spiders and weird, cushy tan blowup dolls that only look like an actualized version of my family?”

“Like in The Twilight Zone,” Steve said to his mashed potatoes, scooping them into the shape of his father and squashing them against blue ceramic to enact his revenge. “Only on that show their daddy--”

“Yeah call me the villain. Even though I’ve been working sixty hour weeks to save for the pool and you and Billy just had to have, right?” Steve’s dad took another bite of meatloaf, talking with his mouthful. “Listen, I’d love nothing more than to take an afternoon off, I just don’t have the time to lug you and your friend to the zoo. Not if you want to play mermaids or whatever come spring.”

Steve slumped farther into his chair.

He hated this house. 

Hated the rigid set of rules he, and by extension Billy, had to live by. Stupid, ancient Midwestern codes of conduct, like never staying out once the street lights came on, remembering to keep his elbows off the table even if they were only eating peanut butter and jellies between water balloon fights, and the most important rule of all; friends could sleep over every night between the months of June and September so long as they ate dinner at home with their own parents. 

To check in.

To be polite.

For all ten years that Steve had been on this planet, for all the birthdays and Christmas’ he’d spent in Hawkins, being polite never got him anywhere. 

He was sick of it.

Steve peeked through his fingers at the grandfather clock in the living room. Fifteen more ticks and the doorbell would ring, and Billy would be back again with a fresh set of PJs and his glow-in-the-dark He-man action figures. 

“It’s not in the cards, kiddo.” Steve’s daddy was saying. “Maybe grandma can take you--”

“Are we still talking about this?” Steve asked his mashed potatoes. “Billy’s daddy won’t let him go anywhere if it’s with an adult he doesn’t know. Plus, Grandma smells like boiled eggs.”

Steve’s dad snorted, fist flying to cover his mouth while Steve’s mom put on her angry eyes. 

Steve’s dad stopped laughing.

“Now, Steven. Just because you don’t get your way doesn’t give you the right to speak like that.” When she turned back, again, her smile was soft but reprimanding. Perfectly crafted.

Steve fiddled with the peas, next. Imagining they were his mother’s favorite pearl necklace. 

Stupid. 

So, so stupid. “Besides,” His father was saying, “Billy’s a good kid but you’ve spent every moment with him since school got out.”

Steve shrugged. 

He was done talking. 

Grownups didn’t understand anything. Not how hard it was to be ten, or how lucky Steve felt to have a friend like Billy. A kid who shared his toys, played nice with Steve’s, and let him be Blackbeard sometimes when they played pirates even though Billy was braver--

“Maybe Grandma could take you, instead,” Steve’s daddy was saying. “Just you.”

Steve dropped his fork. “You mean Billy can’t come?”

“Steve--”

“I can’t leave him behind, dad, he really wanted to see the new baby elephants!”

“Kiddo, it was just an idea--”

“It’s a stupid one,” Steve said, pushing away from the table. “You just want me to stop being friends with Billy because you never had a friend like him in all your life and you’re jealous!”

“Maybe,” Steve’s dad said, but. 

He was joking. With that lilt, just like his mom always said with a glass of wine in one hand and the phone in the other. Not taking him seriously. 

Steve’s parents finished eating their lukewarm, unseasoned meatloaf, and Steve decided to run away.

--

“I think you’re being a little dramatic,” Billy said later that night, tossing Steve’s foam basketball into the hoop on the back of his door. 

“I just gotta get out of here, before I become a teenager and they suck the soul from my body.”

“Is your soul really worth leaving a place like this? You have your own room, no little sisters to chew on your favorite race cars, and your daddy’s putting in a pool--”

“They never take anything I say seriously.” Steve said, holding up his two favorite stuffed animals. The bag was nearly packed and hard decisions had to be made. “They don’t understand that summer’s almost over and we haven’t been anywhere outside the neighborhood except to skip rocks at the quarry.”

“Do you have any idea the kind of hell my dad would raise if he knew we went to the quarry?” Billy rolled onto his side, tucking the ball under his arm. He frowned. “Why are you staring at your animals like that?”

“Trying to decide which one I should take with me.”

“You’re seriously going through with this?” 

“Yeah.”

“Well, if you’re really going to run away, why not take both?” Billy asked, crossing to sit on the floor next to him. “You’ll never be back here. Might as well, just to be safe. Like if it rains and one of the bears gets wet.”

“You’re coming with me.” Steve put the larger of the two into his bag, nestled on top of his favorite Junie B Jones book, his batman PJs, extra flashlight batteries, and a jumbo bag of pretzel M&Ms.

“Huh?”

“You really wanna be stuck here? With grownups.”

“Grownups aren’t so bad,” Billy’s skin had gone pale. “Sometimes my daddy can be kind of scary and intense, but that's just because he loves me. He worries.”

Billy himself was worrying at the skin on his thumb, like he did when he started to get nervous. 

Steve took his hand and threaded their fingers together. “Summer’s almost over.”

“I know--”

“No, you don’t,” Steve said suddenly. “I’ve never had a friend like you, before. You’re so cool. And nice. And we spent three months just playing pirates and catching fireflies and running through the sprinklers and we didn’t do anything fun.”

Billy looked like he was about to cry. 

“What happens when we go back to school and you meet someone cooler than me? Someone who’s got better toys and a pool that’s already built and a daddy who will take you to see the baby elephants and you won’t want to be my friend anymore?” Steve grabbed his other hand, too. Holding on as tight as he could. “I want you to always be my friend, Billy. That’s why we have to run away.”

Billy stared down at their fingers for a long, silent moment, before shaking his head. 

“I don’t care about any of that stuff.” Billy said quietly. “Playing pirates with you all summer is the most fun I’ve had in my whole life and missing out on one lousy day at the zoo isn’t gonna change the fact that you’re my best friend.”

When he looked up, into Steve’s soul, his eyes were so blue. Rushing like cool water to soothe scrapes and burns Steve hadn’t even realized were there. 

“I love you, man,” Billy giggled. “Besides. When it comes to cool animals, I think the fireflies count.”

#harringrove #harringrove april

[kalee60]

i wish you would write a fic where jock!bucky seduces twink!steve, maybe he hits steve with that pec flex guys do that is both dick-ish and insanely hot at the same time?

Oh Manda - you absolute gorgeous gem! I very much like what you're asking me to create here 😘 I also love, love, love that you sent me a prompt!

I immediately think of sun, summer, ice cream, boys at the beach playing frisbee and our gorgeous Smol!Steve and Jock!Bucky as friends mutually pining (Ha - it's me, it was never going to be anything but this story!)

Once again, my quick little drabble (that I wrote today when I woke up {thanks to my sprinting buddies in discord}) turned into a 4k fic... But I mean - I think that's okay (more stucky for us - right?)

I hope you like where I took this, maybe in a slightly different direction than intended - it's also on ao3 here (with all tags necessary) if you prefer to check them out and read there instead, it'll be part of my stucky bingo fills - Beach and rated M for mild sexual content 😉

If you'd like a fic - here's the post - I wish you'd write a fic... (It might take me a little bit to write - but I will get there!)

Steve was in hell, literally. It was hot, he was sweaty and he was being tortured. Honestly, Steve really loved summer, but at the same time he loathed it. And most of that had to do with the fact he had to sit around in his large group of friends and watch Bucky fucking Barnes sans top and wearing only a small pair of running shorts frolic over the sand at the beach.

Life was unfair. 

How could somebody like Bucky actually exist in real time? He was a complete jock for starters, his looks and size perfect for being naturally great at sports, earning him a football scholarship of his choice (of course). And Steve, well Steve Rogers was as far from a jock as anyone could get. Not that he was horrible in the fitness and muscular department, but he was too little and his asthma still played up to join rugged contact sports. Being 5’4 also didn’t particularly endear him to any of the coaches at college who were scouting for star players. Plus studying to be a high school teacher probably wasn’t sporty enough, and he was leaning towards a specialist English role, not Gym.

So Steve joined the campus gym instead of a sporting team, did weights and classes and enjoyed it immensely. It was where he met Natasha, and that fateful meeting brought him to Bucky and his dickish jock ways and friends.

Though if Steve was to be fair (of which he was - usually) not all jocks were dicks, even if Steve had preconceived notions from high school what college boys would be like. He'd been pleasantly surprised to find that the captain of the football team was not only gorgeous, cocky and a bit of a douche, but also very smart, kind and had a smile that could make Steve’s legs turn to jelly with only a small half tilt.

But it was as he sat on a towel under the shade of a large umbrella that Carol had stolen from her parent’s garden shed, that Steve really felt the heat, and it had nothing to do with the blazing sun above him and the burning sand beneath his feet.

It was all Bucky Barnes and his chest, his slim waist, his tanned olive skin, the breadth of his shoulders, the thickness of his sinewed and muscled thighs that tapered down to calves that bunched up as he jumped and landed to grab the frisbee aimed at him.

Steve sighed heavily as his gaze lingered on the brunette. Bucky Barnes was every mans wet dream, every girls perfect prince, and Steve pulled his dark sunnies over his eyes again, ignoring the pounding in his chest, the throbbing in his groin as he watched Bucky behind dark lenses spring up and prance over the sand, laughing with a wide mouth that could do sinful things to Steve’s body. The worst part was that Bucky was doing all of this with no knowledge that Steve harboured the biggest crush of his life.

It really was unfair.

Sitting back to lean on his hands, stretching his legs out, he saw Bucky glance over at him, and gave a smile. Bucky grinned back and then grappled Sam to the sand to yank the frisbee from his grip. Life wasn’t unfair because Bucky didn’t date guys, he did, very much so, and girls too from what Steve had seen, it was just the guys Bucky dated were typically more like… jocks.

Steve hunched over, trying to not stare too long and inadvertently get turned on, finding it an impossibility as his eyes wouldn’t tear away from Bucky’s frame as he bounded effortlessly over the soft sand, something Steve couldn’t do. He’d almost lost a lung from the trek over to their secluded spot earlier that day. Soft sand was the enemy - that was fact.

“Heads up.”

Startled from his thoughts by Bucky’s deep voice urgently calling out his way, Steve looked up only to see the frisbee coming straight for him. With a reaction that even surprised himself, Steve raised his hand and caught the flying disc with nary a blink of an eye.

Bucky was skidding to a halt on his knees before him a second later.

“Shit, Steve. That was epic, you sure you don’t want to play? You can be on my team - my secret frisbee weapon.”

Steve’s mouth went dry as he tried to listen to the words leaving Bucky, because the delectable man was less than two feet away and the smell of sunscreen, sweat and something virile and uniquely Bucky entered his senses. Steve knew that if sitting next to Bucky in the dining hall was torture when Bucky was wearing his spicy cologne, he’d keel over being enveloped in his sweaty beach scent for longer than a minute. 

God he wanted Bucky to fill him, everywhere. Make him forget his name, take him over and over.

He realised that he still hadn’t answered and heat crept into his cheeks, managing to blurt out, “I’m good for now. Nat’s grabbing ice creams and I don’t want to get a stitch.”

Steve then gave Bucky what he hoped was a soft and cheeky winning grin, but the way Bucky faltered, swallowed tightly, face impassive made Steve wonder if he’d missed the mark on trying to be flirty.

He really was as hopeless as Darcy continually told him.

Steve’s eyes trailed down to Bucky’s broad and lightly haired chest, finding himself breathing quicker, wondering if he’d remembered to pack his inhaler. No, he was sure it was in the pocket of his backpack. Thank god, he might need it in the face of Bucky’s glorious muscles moving in his vision all day.

“If you’re sure,” Bucky finally said in a deep steady voice.

“Maybe later,” Steve stammered, holding up the frisbee with a shaky hand. He had to get a grip.

“Alright, later then, I’m holding you to that.” And Bucky took the disc from Steve’s grip and was off bounding towards Sam, Carol, Thor and Maria.

While Steve recalibrated his thoughts, Nat came back holding only one ice cream cone, licking it slowly with a sparkle in her eye as Clint trailed behind, wearing Nat’s beach bag and carrying the rest of the ice creams, and Steve worried she’d overestimated his balancing skills. But if Nat asked, Clint would do - it was kind of amazing the power she had over him without even trying. Although they weren’t dating (yet), Nat was never cruel, she was playing the long game and really liked Clint, but had been hurt before by some Russian asshole, and Steve knew that Clint, when Nat finally agreed to go out with him would never be the same man again. He’d be lost in deep shock and joy. They were perfect for each other.

A pang went through his gut as Steve watched them, taking a cone from Clint, wishing he had someone that wanted him as much as they wanted each other.

“Vanilla,” Nat commented with a scrunch of her nose at Steve’s choice as he took a lick of the creamy goodness, the chill on his tongue welcome under the heat of the day. “You’re so very basic, Rogers.”

“Hey there is nothing wrong with that. I happen to love vanilla.” A rich voice said from right in front of Steve as Bucky flopped down on the sand, kicking up little grains that stuck on Bucky’s thighs where he was sweating. Steve shut his eyes against the picture before him, once again pleading to any God or Goddess that would listen that it wasn’t fair, that they had to find him someone one day. He just hoped it would be soon, else his dick drop off from Bucky unwittingly giving him blue balls.

“You’re one to talk, you didn’t even want ice cream, just a soda. And a club soda at that.”

Bucky looked over to Nat, flashing her a wide grin, and Steve immediately started to lick his ice cream just to do anything but stare at the crinkling in the corners of Bucky’s eyes, or to watch his lips as they wrapped around the bottle tip. He only half listened to their banter as they kept teasing each other, Nat and Bucky having been best friends from childhood, the reason how Steve inadvertently fell into the group of jocks, for a lack of a better term to encompass all the fit people he was now surrounded with.

Nat had introduced him to everyone after they’d hit it off at the gym in first semester, and Steve had waited for the inevitable teasing to commence about his small stature, but it never came. He was always included, never mocked (unless it was called for, because he was a facts man and couldn’t help correcting people when they were clearly in the wrong) and it was such a novel experience, so how could he not fall immediately in lust with the football captain? One who had smokey blue-grey eyes, sinfully full lips made for kissing among other fun activities and a personality that you could fall into and live inside forever.

“Err, Steve… your ice cream, it’s ummm, dripping.”

“What?” Steve asked, realising that he’d been swirling his tongue over the top of the soft confectionary and that his fingers were now completely sticky as the ice cream dripped over them on to his thigh. “Oh shit.”

Steve immediately switched hands and started to lap at his fingers, tongue darting between them to catch all the creaminess, sucking them into his mouth one by one, only looking up when he heard a muted groan. Bucky was moving before him, squirming in the sand, and as his eyes landed on Bucky, he startled, surprised to find Bucky’s hooded gaze directly on Steve. But his eyes hadn’t landed just anywhere, they were trained to Steve’s mouth, and as Steve swiped his finger through the sweetness that had dribbled on his thigh, Bucky’s gaze followed that finger's movements. Steve without thought, heart thumping hard, confusion and awe flowing through his veins, stuck the digit in his mouth, licking off the stickiness. 

Thankfully, Steve had his sunglasses on, hiding his expression, but he knew his face was burning red at the brash and overt display. Bucky was watching him intently, the rise and fall of his gloriously thick chest heaved, and Bucky’s skin flushed from the exercise or maybe the sun. Steve wasn’t sure.

But it was as Steve licked around the base of the cone again, the ice cream melting quicker in the heat than he could swallow, Bucky’s pecs twitched.

Steve stopped all movement, caught at the tick of flesh, the way it bounced taut, watching with abject lust and desire as Bucky did it again - knowing exactly where Steve’s eyes were trained.

It was such a fucking dick move, a power move to get attention and Steve hated jocks who flexed like that, but on Bucky… on Bucky it was god damn mesmerizing. And it was after the third time Bucky’s pecs jumped, Bucky stood up abruptly and fled saying in a higher pitch than usual that he was jumping in the water, that Steve realised he might not have been doing it on purpose.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Bucky was dead, he was going to die from being hard for... how long had he known Steve Rogers, six months maybe? Well, that was how long he’d survived with a non-stop boner for the blonde man. And he was at the end of his tether.

Steve was everything Bucky ever wanted in a partner, smart, strong, intense, funny, handsome  and a person that he could fall into, spend time with - love.

So it didn't help his little issue to be at the beach that day, watching Steve sit under the huge umbrella on brightly coloured towels in his swim trunks and a loose tank with arm holes so big he could see all the way through to his muscular chest and pink nipples. It was driving him fucking insane. 

Sure he’d seen Steve wearing an array of items at the gym, but he’d never witnessed him so carefree as he was at the beach. He was smiling more, relaxed, joking while big sunglasses hid those gorgeous eyes that would give the ocean a run for its money as to what was bluer.

But what killed Bucky that particular day over every other day he lusted after Steve, what made him clench and twitch all over was watching Steve lick up his ice cream. It was downright obscene, Steve shouldn’t be allowed to do that in public, or at least he should have a warning sticker on his person.

Steve had a mouth made for sucking cock, and Bucky wanted, no, he needed to know what having those lips wrapped around him felt like. Christ, he wanted to know what it felt like to be buried in Steve, maybe even have Steve press into him. Fuck.

There was only one thing for it.

He had to seduce Steve, and he had to do it soon.

But that begged the question - how?

How did Bucky capture the attention of the smartest, funniest, quick witted and grumpiest man on campus? Not only that, but to have Steve take him seriously? Bucky was aware that people thought he was only a dumb jock, that all he had to offer the world was to play ball and shit talk other teams and work out in the gym. Which, yeah of course he did all of those things - but he really was so much more. He was studying economics, was thinking about trying to specialise and work as an international trade specialist after college, and although Bucky really loved playing ball - it wasn’t his whole life. He’d never go pro - well, not without a hell of a lot of luck and persistence, and he wasn't sure he really wanted to take something he enjoyed and make it a living in that way. He’d seen how broken some sports stars bodies were after a career, and he still wanted to be able to walk at forty without having had three knee reconstructions.

But Steve, Steve saw through all of that, he spoke to Bucky like an intellect, like he had something worthy to say, to add to the conversation. Even at the gym after Nat had introduced them (Bucky begging to know who the gorgeous guy she was chatting to on the rowing machines was) Steve and he worked out together, had fun catcalling each other for being weak and helped each other with their forms - something Bucky largely did just to get hands on Steve even though Steve’s form was perfect.

Bucky had been taken with the slight man from the first moment he’d seen him, always under the impression that Steve was too smart to even think about dating a meathead like him, even if he truly wasn't what his physique made him. So he stuck with friendship, but now he wanted more. Was going to ask for more.

“Whatcha thinking?” Nat asked as she swam out to float in the water next to him.

“Nothing much,” He replied, ignoring her knowing hum. He hated that they’d been friends forever and she knew all his tells.

The much needed cold water had soothed his itching skin, and from his vantage point he could look back at their rag tag group of friends, able to stare unabashadly at Steve as he laughed with Clint and Thor about something, staring up at Thor as he... as he fucking flexed in front of Steve.

“Easy boy,” Natasha grabbed his bicep that was taut from clenching his fists, “Thor’s with Jane remember? Steve’s not interested in someone like Thor anyway.”

Bucky’s eyes swung to her immediately. “What do you mean? Because he's a jock?”

Nat let out an exasperated sigh. “No you idiot. Because he’s interest lies elsewhere.”

“Oh,” Bucky’s chest squeezed tight, wondering who had Steve’s undivided attention. And he couldn’t help but watch Steve as Carol held out a hand to pull him to his feet, and suddenly Bucky forgot his disappointment when Steve pulled his tank off, revealing a gorgeous toned body in all its glory. Bucky’s dick stirred. Thank fuck he was hidden in the water.

“You are a colossal idiot. You know that right?” Nat deadpanned.

“I have to ask Steve out,” he blurted. “I need to… I need to be with him.”

“I know,” Nat said with a smirk, and Bucky looked at her gratefully, if she helped he would be fine. “But that really sounds like a you problem. Have fun with that.”

“You horrible cow,” Bucky sniped back, ready to splash her, but she was already under the water stealthily swimming up behind Clint, only to dunk the unsuspecting man. 

Bucky’s attention suddenly caught on movement on the shoreline as Steve stood knee deep, testing the water and with no further hesitation, dove in, coming up for air not far from where Bucky floated. Bucky watched mesmerized as the sun glinted off Steve’s wet eyelashes, before he wiped the droplets from them, smiling at Bucky.

“Oh god, this water feels amazing.”

“So would you,” Bucky whispered.

“Huh?” Steve asked.

For a long moment, Bucky stared at Steve, realising that sound carried over water differently and Steve most likely caught what he said. Seducing someone was hard, even though he hadn’t even tried yet.

Instead of answering, Bucky ducked his head so his mouth went underwater and swam towards Steve like a shark, deciding that he just had to ask him point blank, no messing around with seduction. Slipping up out of the water at the last moment he put on his most predatory smile, Steve’s eyes widening and he looked around, face flushed and Bucky hoped he wasn’t looking for an escape.

He quickly darted behind Steve, wrapping his arms tight around his lithe body, trying not to linger too much as Steve was the perfect fit, felt so good against him; and when he heard the small gasp from Steve’s throat he launched him into the air. Flinging Steve into the water a few feet away.

“You fucker,” Steve exclaimed laughing as he came up for air, and Bucky smirked.

Suddenly with a smirk of his own that made Bucky inhale sharply, Steve disappeared under the water, Bucky feeling him come up underneath his body and with a strength that belied Steve’s small stature, completely turning Bucky on more than it should, he was pushed up out of the water, throwing him completely under as well.

“Jesus, Steve. You should join the team.” Bucky spluttered when he came up for air.

Steve grinned back, pushing wet hair out of his eyes and Bucky stared, lost in how stunning Steve looked in the sunlight, that he was there before him alone in the ocean full of people, “I mean they already have you and Sam as Captains. Wouldn’t want to put either of you out of a job.”

Bucky laughed, “I don’t doubt you’d do it too, Stevie.”

And when Steve stopped smiling, Bucky realised what he’d said.

“Shit, sorry - you don’t like that? Nicknames?”

“No I... I do…” Steve answered softly, and Bucky became lost in a blue that matched the water they were treading.

“Would you get out with me?” Bucky blurted.

“Sorry? Get out of the water?”

Bucky internally facepalmed himself. “No, I mean go out.”

“Out. With you?”

Bucky nodded.

“Err, why me?” Steve asked in a small voice lost on a gust of wind.

Looking at Steve, who stared back at him with questions in his eyes, Bucky wanted to explain how much he’d desired it for months, to tell Steve all the ways he wanted to make him happy, and as a multitude of words sat on his tongue, Bucky suddenly understood Steve might not listen to his reasoning, might not believe him. So he decided to show his intent instead, and swam closer. Steve’s eyes were wide, guileless, Bucky seeing a small spark of something more, and hoping he wasn’t triple jumping over a line, he swam up behind Steve. He felt Steve tense up, anticipating to be flung into the water again, but instead, Bucky pulled him closer so that Steve’s back slotted against his front and leaned in, mouth only an inch away from Steve’s ear.

“Why you? Oh Stevie, you have no idea how gorgeous you are. How much I want you.” Bucky pressed his nose against the back of Steve’s ear and inhaled deeply, sunscreen, salt and Steve’s shampoo filled his senses and he lost his head for a moment, especially when Steve let out a high pitched groan and wriggled back into Bucky. “I want to spread you out beneath me, I want to lick all the sweat off your body, sweat that I'm going to cause from working you hard, making you work extra hard for my dick, because Stevie - I want you, I want you bad, and I think you might want me back just as much.”

Bucky hoped he wasn’t completely off base with his desires, that Steve really was just as interested, and when Steve ground back against him, skin sliding against Bucky’s, letting out another moan at the friction when he felt Bucky hardening up underneath him, Bucky knew it was going to be ok.

“Yes…” Steve whimpered as his shorts caught against Bucky’s dick, pushing backwards.

“You want that baby?”

“Fuck. Yes, I do.”

“How much?”

Steve spluttered, and Bucky couldn’t help chuckle at the noise. “What do you mean?”

“How much do you want it?” Bucky knew he was being a prick, making his pec’s tense against Steve’s back, pulling him onto his lap as they floated in the water, before wrapping a leg around one of Steve’s pulling it to the side, making Steve gasp gorgeously.

“A normal amount,” Steve husked back.

“Oh, you want me a normal amount - is that all?” Bucky smirked before licking a sloppy stripe up Steve’s neck at the same time as he snuck a hand down the front of Steve’s swim trunks, gripping his dick tightly, feeling the impressive length and girth for the first time. Fuck, he was definietly not taking switching of the table. But not anytime soon. First, he wanted to take Steve apart in every way conceivable.

Steve meanwhile, was liquid in his arms, going slack as Bucky took his time to explore while they floated in circles not far from the shore, but far enough out they wouldn’t get in trouble. He hoped. 

The moans tearing from Steve’s throat were getting louder though, Bucky loving every noise punched out of Steve as he stroked harder under the water, the friction and pressure of the water making him slower and more languid than usual. And Bucky wanted to make Steve call out with no thought or boundaries, nothing to stifle his pleasure, he needed Steve coming in his arms, again and again.

“I think you might just want me a little more than that.” Bucky rasped against Steve’s neck, sucking a bruise onto his pink skin, giving Steve’s dick another sharp tug and before he knew what was happening, Steve was shaking in his arms, whimpering out a release and Bucky was speechless. Utterly speechless as he continued to stroke Steve slowly, carefully as he jerked in his hand.

“Holy fuck, you’re stunning, gorgeous, the absolute best,” Bucky rambled into Steve’s neck, nipping kisses and pressing his lips against him in absolute awe at what had just occured.

Suddenly Steve moved, spinning himself around to straddle Bucky and he went under for a moment as their weights shifted and came back up spluttering, only for Steve to launch himself so his lips pushed against his. Steve took over, devouring his mouth, and although Bucky was the one in control, holding them both up, he’d never felt so out of control as Steve writhed and ground down as best he could in the water. Shit, Steve was going to be a handful and Bucky was there for it.

As he kissed back, grabbing the back of Steve’s head, holding him still as he pressed his tongue in deeply, a huge beach ball smacked into the side of his face. They jumped apart with a gasp.

“Don’t make me go get the hose!” Nat yelled out as she and Clint swam around nearby. “It’s about time you dolts wised up, but this is a public beach with you know - families.”

Bucky watched as Steve’s face flushed a perfect shade of red, and he couldn’t help but grab him again, giving him a quick intense kiss, claiming Steve until he struggled for breath, to show Bucky’s intent was clear and true. It was pure perfection.

“We’ll pick this up again later.” Bucky promised.

“Later.” Steve replied breathlessly.

Suddenly Steve pushed himself away from Bucky, grabbing and throwing the beach ball, hitting Clint dead on the nose. The surprised yelp from both Clint and Natasha made Bucky laugh.

“Oh it’s so on, James,” Nat yelled out.

Steve piped up from his side, “you wish, Romanoff - we’re gonna take you down!”

Bucky beamed.

“Yeah!” he called over to them, dodging the ball that came directly for him as Nat and Clint shit-talked. And as he and Steve swam out to retrieve the ball floating behind them, Bucky turned to Steve and gave him an overtly salacious wink. “And once we take them down, I’m going to take you home and show you what going down is all about.”

Steve burst out laughing. “Really? That was incredibly lame, especially for a savvy sex-crazed jock.”

“You’re not interested in my proposal then?”

“Oh I’m interested,” Steve grinned, licking his lips and Bucky caught his breath. “But if you’re going to use dad jokes on the regular - I might have to start calling you something else in the bedroom.”

Steve then threw the ball, Nat ducking at the last minute, and Bucky didn’t even feel when the returning pitch slammed into his head; Steve’s words creating a delicious cacophony of images and filthy thoughts in his mind instead.

Bucky had always known that Stevie Rogers was going to be both the life and death of him, and as he rubbed his head, grasping the ball in one hand, ready to throw it, he couldn’t wait to see where their adventure would take them.

But first - Clint had to pay.

#stucky #mywriting #friends to lovers #college #bottom Steve #implied switch #beach and fun #melting ice creams are a real issue for libidos #gift for Manda - the best and brightest of them all #prompt game #kalee answers

[gpsoftun]

Why does Erik look so apprehensive? Worst case, just move the soldier dudes out of the way like bowling pins. Come on, metal man, you're not supposed to wussify until the end of dofp.

For all the members of fandom living their personal truth that they are these liberated, open-minded, progressive figures of inclusivity and conquerors of oppression just like the cinematic version of Erik Lehnsherr- they don't make a shovel big enough to scoop up that ludicrous load of bs. No, there is nothing revolutionary about your worldview and even less so about Erik's. You're more than likely obsessive cherik fans scraping lower than the bottom of the barrel to give any justification to a pairing, deep down, you know is sick and wrong. That and/or you feel/have felt marginalized in life, so if the narrative tells you to project onto a suavely handsome, blue-eyed, six-foot lip-service Jew as your avatar to 'rise up against the man' then by dingy, you're gonna do it. If that same narrative tells you that the short, slightly pudgy but wealthy whitey who has so many untreated mental and emotional issues to the point that his only loved one is a creepy blue burglar, then by jelly-belly, you're gonna single him out as 'the man'.

No, I didn't get a sudden yearn to mock cherik fans. I could do a full comedy club act- or twelve- worth of material on them, but no, that's not my intent. I bring all of this up because after First Class premiered, the crew along with fandom tried to push the notion that the events in Cuba were absolutely necessary. Charles Xavier simply 'had to' be paralyzed and abandoned bleeding by his sister and Shaw's surrogate son. Without these catastrophic tragedies heaped upon him, Charles never would have learned a thing about misery, respecting other people's experiences and ideas, and generally, how cruel the world can be. So, I respect freedom of expression. Now, respect mine as I declare that I would love nothing more than to beat anyone riding this incomprehensibly stupid train of thought with a great big bag of bricks.

People, seriously, stop confusing 'intent' with 'coherent story structure'. The production team behind the X-movies are overflowing with the former but execute too little of the latter to compute. Yes, they had the intent to make Charles come off as a well-meaning but very naive young man with a privileged lifestyle that prevents him from being able to relate to anyone below his class station as well as people who are able to catch a tan without being burned alive. One problem. Their story structure was not only underdeveloped, it did the direct opposite of what they wanted to portray. It blows my mind how many lightyears they missed the mark on this.

No, this isn't me being a diehard Charles fan. With Patrick Stewart and the animated versions, I cared about him as the team mentor. With James McAvoy, I cared about him as Charles Xavier. No, I don't have some obsessive crush on James, either. Never even heard of the guy- or any of these people- until FC. Believe it or not, it is possible to admire a man's talents without starring him in your own erotic headcanon.

I have no idea how he did it. I don't know how his production team, totally accidentally, did it but wow! James McAvoy took the normally stale, preachy 'do-gooder' of the group and made him not only the deepest character in the series but one of the best protagonists featured in 21st century cinema. And he did it while sharing the screen with standard strapping Hollywood hunks like Michael Fassbender, Hugh Jackman, and Nicholas Hoult.

It's odd how anyone could view Charles as some vapid spoiled kid when, as soon as we're introduced to him, we see that he's self-sufficent. He doesn't call a parent or butler to investigate a potential burglar but goes to defend his home by himself. When he sees the weird intruder's natural blue form, he's mesmerized and vows to take care of her on the spot. In doing so, he most certainly had to place a load of telepathic strain on himself to, essentially, rewrite all of Xavier family history to explain the presence of a sister without raising suspicions.

It's a reasonable theory that meeting Raven solidified Charles' desire to become a professor. By the time we see them as young adults, both are more advanced in their powers than mutants they would later meet. Even though Raven pretends she can't help slipping sometimes- as a means to explain away her impish antics- it's shown that she can maintain a normal guise even during a crisis. Charles is able to control his telepathy after consuming large amounts of alcohol.

Charles' integrity and aspirations for the future speak volumes. While he could very easily kick back and do the playboy bit, he not only wants to work but wishes to teach. Instead of making use of his fortune or mentally manipulating his way into a PhD, Charles undergoes as much exam stress as the next Oxford lad. This makes him come off as more human and relatable without shining a spotlight on himself about it.

Compare this to how Raven spends her time. For whatever reason, instead of pursuing college herself, she becomes a waitress and makes that known very matter-of-factly. Ironically, adopted child Raven fits the part of a privileged youth trying to appear in touch with the common folk. As if she wants a medal for taking a job away from a starving scholarship student while she goes home to the cushy apartment she shares with her provider of a brother. It's strange because for all of Raven's later allegations of Charles being overbearing and controlling, she's free to date and work a menial position she doesn't need just to have her own money.

Despite this freedom, Raven is constantly seeking out beauty validation from Charles, who makes it clear he sees her as his sister and is keeping his promise to care for her. Quite frankly, Charles seems to maintain total honesty with Raven. However, she allows resentment to build up instead of articulating to her brother her lack of personal fulfillment or fear that she'll never have a committed romantic relationship with a man like the pretty girls on campus do. She lets her self-esteem issues dominate her thinking to the point that Charles warning her about the need to keep their mutations- especially her highly visible one- anonymous as confirmation of him hating her natural form. The same natural form with which he's had cuddle sessions for years.

This really illustrates why Charles sees their relationship as him raising her. She has petty gripes while he has logical concerns. Yes, they visit bars and have plenty of fun together, but Charles never completely puts his guard down. Also, if their many secrets are discovered, it falls entirely on Charles to rectify the disaster. To put it plainly, he treats Raven like a child because she forces him to be the adult. Even with that in mind, Charles keeps Raven as part of the process with the CIA and on their mutant team.

When the events with Shaw take place, Charles is so able to hang up his college party boy days that anyone who walked in halfway through FC would NOT recognize Oxford Charles upon rewatch. He's significantly younger than the Patrick Stewart sage yet James McAvoy is the one who radiates the most natural mutant instructor and father figure. This little pretty-faced dude commands respect, swells the heart, and uplifts the spirit all within a few scenes. How the freak did he do that???!!

While we see Erik pull off a number of bravado/vengeance fueled stunts, it's Charles who teaches us what real courage is. In the middle of the freezing cold ocean, when his cries for someone to save Erik go unheard, Charles dives in to save the taller, stronger, angrier man. One of many times to show not only Charles' self-sacrificing nature but that he grasps that which the film creators never do- respect for life. Raven wasn't some dirty abomination but a cherished life. Erik wasn't a deranged killer but a cherished life. The other mutants weren't coloreds, whores, prison trash, or anything but cherished lives. Even those who betrayed and tried to kill them were worthy of mercy in Charles' eyes. The most grueling psychological/physical torture could not sway him from that.

During the holocaust, Erik saw men, women, and children stripped of their humanity, branded as things, and senselessly executed. Despite the values and faith from his parents and the redemption, love, cooperation, respect, purpose, and new family Charles tried to give him, a sadistic nazi was Erik's greatest influence. He never comprehended a tenth of what Charles did well before he earned the title of Professor. And this may shock you, people, but no amount of money can breed virtues. Those are learned and maintained only by practicing them day by day.

It's a common belief among fandom that Raven is the perfect middle ground between the male mutant elders' different philosophies. Fandom, seriously, get off that cherik crack- it kills dreams. No, Raven is not their shared, well-rounded disciple or even close. Raven is an inconsistent, wishy-washy, indecisive, needlessly petty, emotionally stunted, unreliable, self-absorbed brat, who for all of her mary sue feats, never ever grew out of expecting her big brother to be the adult and take all the blame that she refuses to accept. Not to mention emulating cold, distant Sharon Xavier when she wasn't even her biological mother! Raven straight ditched Kurt and Rogue- no, I'm NOT letting that go! Even before Jennifer Lawrence took over the role, the studio was obsessed with featuring Mystique's family members. Those are her daggon kids!

And 'no matter how bad the world gets, you don't want to be against it, do you'? What evidence does she have of how bad the world is getting? Seeing her fellow mutants viciously murder defenseless humans? Also, yeah, fandom, I don't know how to tell you this- except with much glee- but guess what? Raven is white also. No, it doesn't matter a pound of piss that she's blue and used to be homeless. Her ENTIRE life story got a monumental do-over thanks to Charles. By the time they're at Oxford, she's no semblance of a street vagrant but a poor little rich girl demanding attention. Her most dominant form is blonde Raven Xavier, even when she's halfway across the world. Charles is so grateful as things improve for mutants bit by bit, but Raven hates the world and wants everything nowwwwww 😭

Erik has no daggon philosophy. That fool is Katie Kaboom from the 90s Animaniacs. 'His family knows that any time soon, the big megalomaniac goes kaboom!' All he does throughout the series is kill for kicks, make disingenuous speeches about brotherhood, bag baby mamas,  create bad press for his 'kind' with public destruction, hide out at his brother's house til the heat dies down, repeat until audience can recite the formula in their sleep. If that's your idea of an inspirational role model for 'real people', congratulations! All of you are easy prey for big city gang recruitment and trauma survivors are doomed to be evil, yay!

Yeah, of the three, Charles rises above his shameful siblings- aww, middle children got their representation. He is the one able to be upbeat and merry then pull a complete 180 when stuff gets real. He's the one who would rather let himself die inside than use his powers to take his pain and fury out on the world. He's the one who goes into dangerous situations for urgent reasons over reckless impulses. He's the one who is able to calmly get things back on track when a plan takes an unexpected turn. He's the one educated on mutation and most in control of his powers without getting a god complex from it. He's the one who suffers insomnia so everyone else can sleep peacefully. He's the recent college grad better capable of leading a major field mission than the older, worldly guy. He's the one always willing to listen and compromise. He's the dude in the wheelchair who offers a greater air of safety and security than that able-bodied punk who fled to Poland!

For those of you ready with that lame argument that he's only able to be empathetic is because of his telepathy. The ONLY proof you have of this is at the end of FC when Erik had the helmet on. Charles couldn't think of the perfect thing to say because he was shaken from feeling Shaw's death combined with every terrified mind around him in addition to his own. This is also the first time Charles has to publicly and boldly object to the actions of the older brother figure, who just mentally violated him, he still loved for some reason. As for Charles' communication problems in dofp, again he's in a state or wretched mental health. He has been living as a self-medicating angoraphobic then all at once he's tasked with saving a world he barely wants to live in anymore and confront the two people who crippled him physically and emotionally. The depression is messing with him, not the lack of telepathy. Erik and Raven had powers and there was no talking sense into either of them. Still, through all of this, Charles is able to have a short but sweet moment with Peter. It has a long-term impact on the otherwise unfocused boy and proves that the real Charles is still in there somewhere.

Back to the point, there was no good reason for putting Charles in that wheelchair and striking him with alopecia. He already cared, shared, loved, valued, took risks when necessary, put himself last, kept his promises, and sought to heal scars in others he did not inflict. The implication that someone is only capable of real empathy and altruism if they go through horrific torment or have melanin in their skin is a more shallow, ignorant, and naive view of the world than Charles' haters claims he has. The producers execution of these themes and messages are as backwards as they are insulting. Did Erik need the holocaust to better himself? If so, that was a cataclysmic fail. His experience with suffering and in an oppressed group made him worse than his own tormentors.

Charles valued life before the chair and after the chair, so what was the point? Don't try to tell me that Professor X's wheelchair and bald head are too symbolic not to be included. Ha! The source material argument doesn't fly with these movies, especially FC. Mystique is Charles' sister- his *little* sister. Charles is British. Hank becomes a Hulk-Beast with no backbone. The Summers brothers are twenty years apart in age. Wolverine is played by Huuuugh Jackman. Erik never develops the mutated white hair that his son somehow rocks. Charles and Erik never form a pen-pal pack, let alone an iconic friendship respectfully allegorical to two famous civil rights leaders.

No, Charles' tragedies are portrayed as some sort of depraved and extremely bigoted attempt to stick it to any straight white male fortunate enough to inherit money. Too bad for the pitifully inept production team that they only succeeded in shooting themselves in the foot. Not only is Charles the best character regardless of hater protests, it's insinuated that peace and goodness can only be desired by the wealthy and white. Color people, trauma survivors, and women will always fight perceived oppression with violent force and a preferred backup plan of genocide.

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[pynkhues]

7 for the intimacy prompt with Mick x Mary Pat?

Anon!!! You are my absolute favourite for requesting my favourite crack ship baby, haha.

This is set in the same ‘verse as Navigate a Broken Path, but you don’t have to have read that to read this. I hope you like it.

7. Kissing Scars.

-

Thing is, he’s waiting for her to ask.

Figures he and her have been doing this long enough now – whatever this is – for her to get her foothold in familiarity. Hell, she’s halfway there already, with the way she keeps apricot jelly (he just likes it is all) in the fridge door and the polish for his boots in the laundry.

Shit.

The way, every night, she keeps him a plate.

Figures they might not ever sit down and tell each other their life stories, but they’ve told each other enough – offered snapshots of memories like flipping through an album – stories of dead parents, exes, old grudges and new ones and Mick had answered and asked in equal measure.

Liked that nothing seemed to phase her.

He thinks she likes that nothing seems to phase him either.

(“You know what it smells like, don’t you?” she’d asked him one night, after a few too many beers. “The dead body of someone you love?”

Yeah, he’d thought. He knew what that smelt like.

Still.

He’d just held her hand.)

It’s why it surprises him, that’s all, that he can catch her gaze in the mirror when he gets ready to go out, see her tracing his scars – the ones across his arms, stomach, burrowed deep in his shoulder – can see her inhale, swallow, wet her lips, and still never hear the question.

Can hear the how? even as she says: “Pot roast for dinner?”

 *

 Mick inhales sharply as he pulls his shirt away from the wound, gritting his teeth when the fabric – damp with blood – sticks to the skin already starting to scab.

Across from him, Rio’s gaze flicks up, eyebrow raised – a silent a’ight? – and Mick just nods, getting his shirt the rest of the way off as Rio finishes soaking the small, folded towel in alcohol and passes it over for Mick to press to it.

Stings like all fuck, but Mick grunts through it, throat constricting, as he rests his ass back against one of the crates of liquor in the backroom of the bar. The air is stagnant here, damp almost to the touch, and cold from the Detroit winter outside holding to the stone walls and concrete floors inside. He shivers, and looks back at Rio, who’s still crouched on the floor, knuckles bruised and lip split. He fared okay. Better than Mick anyway, who didn’t even see the flash of silver before the knife was stuck into his gut.

Still, Mick’s had worse.

“You called your girl?” Rio asks, and Mick blinks, gaze re-focusing as the other man starts to unpack the kit they keep stashed back here to stitch him up. Mick swallows, looks down at his belly and pulls the towel away just enough to see it soaked red with blood.

“You called yours?”

Rio just snorts at that, grabbing one of the sealed packets of needles and tearing it open with his teeth.

“Nah, I ain’t the one who got stabbed, man.”

“You really saying that like you would if you were?”

He doesn’t reply to that.

 *

 He leaves it a few days before he goes back to her place, but he makes sure to text her so she knows. Tells her he’s on a job, and she texts him okay, she texts him good luck, she texts him Billy really wants you at his sixth grade concert next week, and then, later, I want you there too.

He wants to tell her he wouldn’t miss it, but he doesn’t know how, so instead he just shows up for dinner, and it means something – the way her face lights up, the way the boys yell, the way she had a plate waiting for him in the oven, even though she didn’t – couldn’t have known he was going to show up, but still.

It’s nice.

To feel wanted.

So they watch Monsters, Inc with the kids and he feeds the baby while she gets the boys to bed, and he nurses his movements in a way she doesn’t notice until they go to bed and he figures she’ll just look at it when he takes his shirt off to reveal the puckered stitches (Rio’s never been good at fiddly work like that) and the orchid-blue petals of bruises across his stomach, stark even against his tattoos.

And she does just stare, sitting on the bed in a loose tank and her underwear, her face open, her blue eyes so wide they look like marbles, and Mick should say something, should tell her it’s nothing, that this is what he does, and she knows that, only suddenly she opens her mouth and what comes out is:

“Sharks are mean this time of year.”

Mick blinks.

“What?”

Mary Pat just nods, pushing the blankets down to wriggle underneath them, her hands shaking just a little (just enough that he wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t getting familiar with her too).

“They’re just all - - all fangs,” she continues, voice pitching high, and she laughs, shakes her head more to herself than to him, and Mick slips his belt out of his pants, dropping it onto the dresser as he considers her.

“In Detroit?”

Mary Pat hums in affirmation.

“They’re taking over the River.”

“Ain’t it frozen over right now?”

“It’s a new species. They’re called - - Ice Sharks. Or so I’ve heard.”

“From who?”

“I don’t - - shouldn’t you be telling me?” she gestures at his belly, and Mick raises an eyebrow at her. “You’re the one who got in a fight with one.”

She offers it so matter of fact that it takes Mick a moment to catch up. To turn his look from her, half undressed, in her bed, tan sheets beneath her and patchwork quilt being tugged up her soft, bare legs, face set in certainty, and himself, still in his jeans, but otherwise naked, with no idea what the fuck is going on.

So.

He just asks it.

“What are we doing here?”

Through the walls, he can hear a pipe gargle. Can hear Benji snoring (kid’s got the lungs of a guy twice his size), and mattress springs whine as one of the kids rolls over, but in here, Mary Pat just looks back at him, shifts her weight a little, before she jerks her chin down at the barely-healed wound at his gut.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Which - -

Fuck.

“No.” He pauses, then adds stiffly: “It’s just work.”

Because it was. Because it was just another deal with just another guy who thought he could take more than he was owed, and it’s happened before and it’ll happen again, and Mick put a bullet in the guy’s head and it was over.

It is over.

He sighs, rubs a little at his chest, and suddenly, Mary Pat gets back up onto her knees, lifts her shirt up and pushes the top of her faded panties down. Mick blinks, gaze fixing, as she brushes down some of her wiry pubic hair to show a thin, puckered line.

“I had a C-Section with Andy,” she tells him. “You know you’re not supposed to lift your baby for six weeks after a C-Section otherwise you’ll scar? You know how many women aren’t going to pick up their babies for six weeks? I figure it’s a - - a work wound, right? That’s all it is. A part of the job.”

She inhales a little, cheeks flushed, but she still covers it with her hand, lets her shirt fall back down to cover her soft, pale belly, tries to make it look casual and Mick watches her fingers grope at herself, self-conscious, and before he can think anything of it, he says:

“You sure? It kinda looks like you were in a knife fight.”

The laugh is instant, and curls warm in Mick’s head, and she folds back down into the bed as she says:

“I’m guessing you’d know.”

He inhales sharply at that, looking at her, and he can’t figure out if she realizes it’s this one, if it’s what happened this time, or if she’s just figured that it’d be one of them. One of his scars. Wonders if she knows it’s the nick at his ear, or the one at his Achilles heel. Shit. Has she even seen that one? He wets his lips, and from the bed, Mary Pat just grins at him, her eyes a little dark, like she feels this too, but then she hums. The sound low.

“Actually it’s funny you should say that, I was in a knife fight once myself.”

Mick blinks, lip curled.

“Yeah?”

She nods, rolls her eyes up to the ceiling, wrinkles her nose.

“Lilli - - Lisa Bosw - - Bottom. Little Lisa Boss-Bottom. Yep. That was her name. We were at a carnival, and I had just gotten off a ferris wheel with this boy she kinda liked, and she just leapt right out at me. Unhinged. With a knife! There were rumours she was actually a werewolf.”

There’s something to the way she says it – like the lie’s sorta tumble rolling out of her, head over ass over feet, a way to it that makes his lips twitch, and Mick reaches for the buckle on his pants. Slips them off until he’s just in his underwear, before padding slowly towards the bed.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Mary Pat says, and she scoots across the bed to make room for him, lowering her voice when she adds: “You should see me the next full moon.”

She growls then, and then instantly looks embarrassed that she did it, closing her eyes, her cheeks flushing red, and Mick’s grin comes before he can stop it, finally climbing tenderly into bed beside her. Before he can think anymore of it, he sinks low across the mattress, pulls down the top of her panties, and looks at her c-section scar again, and says:

“You sure this ain’t from a bobcat?”

It’s her who laughs this time, her eyes opening, embarrassment still there but not quite running so deep maybe, and he presses his lips to the scar, feels the bristle of hair against his mouth, the bodily hitch of her breath. Then – a hand at his shoulder, calloused, working fingers smoothing over an old bullet hole scar, and fuck, it’s his breath that hitches then.

“I’m guessing this is from a - - a giant bee.”

“A giant bee,” he echoes, hand coming to palm at her too-soft hip as he starts to push his way back up the bed. “How giant?”

“Giant-giant,” she replies. “I heard they were engineering them in a lab in Portland to make crazy amounts of honey.”

It feels weird – how long the smile holds on his face, and his hand coasts up her side to gently grab her arm, hold it up so they can both see where she burnt herself on the iron last week.

“You get this volcano diving?”

She hums in affirmation, before saying: “To save a family of elephants.”

He can’t help it then, the bark of a laugh, but before it can bellow too loud, before he can think to stop it, Mary Pat’s leaning forwards, freeing her arm from his grip to curl it around his neck and kiss him. His laugh lost to the warmth of her mouth and the scratch of her fingers on the base of his skull.  

“I know what you do,” she breathes into his mouth. “I know who you are. Please don’t think - - don’t think you can’t come here after.”

The air is sucked out of his lungs, and he leans back just enough to look at her – at her blue eyes and her working scars and the way her gaze holds him, and he thinks I’m not supposed to get this but he just says okay.

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