#i wanted to answer more stuff with art today but. -face in hands- fuckin hell nature is stabbin me n demanding the monthly blood sacrifice

[spotsupstuff]

What do you think the cannon iterators would look like as ancients?

Nice, i wanted to try my hand at that- prolly smth like this? not really happy with Pebs ain't gon lie... dammit my boyo

saying "canon iterators" is always like challenging me to dare and remember Sliver GJDKSLCKL

[ktspree13]

Surf & Turf pt. 2

Warnings: brief mentions of cutting, small allusion to suicide, domestic violence, mention of murder, illness, concussion, mention of pedophilia, underage characters Word Count: 1,486 Summary: AU inspired by commission for @slamncram by @juls-art and a prompt on the thorki discord server. Prompt: slow burn surfer thor au where loki is spending the summer with laufey and his family at like. their summer home.  and they’re pieces of shit yk.  and he just hangs out at the beach all sad and alone and he sees thor, watches him because it’s pretty interesting and thor keeps catching him peeking.  starting up a summer romance and then trying to figure out a way to keep it going past august. ________________________________________________________________

He was sitting on a bench at the boardwalk, staring out at the beach when it happened again.  The mind-numbing pain followed by throwing up the entire contents of his stomach into the trashcan next to him.  Then came the piercing ringing in his ears and a tilt to the world before he curled up on the sand and passed out for a few minutes.  

The first few times it happened, there were people surrounding him, wanting to take him to the hospital, wanting to call the police, but he’d learned how to hide, how to manage.  

That day on the beach, he’d come home with puke on his shirt and Laufey had beat his head in.  When he was almost sent to the hospital the next day, returning to that damn Winnebago empty handed, his father hadn’t been much happier, slamming Loki into the metal shell of the RV, forcing him to sleep outside in the sandy dirt.  Not that he had such great accommodations inside…

It hadn’t been much better the past two weeks.  He walked around in a fog most days, had an episode like this one every so often.  

This time, when he woke up, Thor was sitting on the bench and he thought his life was over.

His stomach lurched again as he coughed bile up, weakly.  He tried to get his body to move, to flee, but he was just so tired and uncoordinated right now.  He’d been too tired to cut, even, since he’d met Thor, and most days that felt like a lifeline.

“Hey, easy.”  Thor had his hands up again, like he was in the wrong here.  Trying to be non-threatening, Loki guessed.  “I really think you need some help, Loki.”

“Mmm fine,” he mumbled.  “Tired.”  Loki coughed, trying to clear the awful taste from his mouth.  He’d gotten some of the bile on his shirt and would probably catch crap again.  “...Dad’s being shirt again.”  He wrinkled his brow.  Something in that sentence wasn’t right, but it hurt to figure out what.

“You aren’t fine,” Thor growled, lowly, like he was mad at him, a stranger, but trying not to be obvious about it.  “I think you might have a concussion.”

Loki laid there at Thor’s feet for a few more minutes.  It was a weird, tense silence.  “What’s it to you?” he asked, wiping his face from the bile and tears.  The headaches got to painful sometimes.  “I stole your wallet.”  He felt like he should point out the obvious.

“I gave it to you,” Thor sighed.  Loki could hear him take a deep breath before letting it out slowly, like he was trying to calm himself down, like Loki’s response made him so upset he had to work to respond.

“I fuckin’ stole it you pussy,” he shot back.  “Just forget my face, Thor.  Forget me.  I’m only supposed to slip in and out of here.  We’re leaving when the tourist season is over.”  He was probably revealing way more than he should.  “Grow a pair and let me go,” he groaned, working to sit up.

The sun was sweltering today.  He should’ve found a drinking fountain awhile ago.  Stolen a few wallets by now.  He shouldn’t be talking with blond surf gods who wanted to help him.  Thor put a bottle of water down in the sand next to him.  It was dripping in sweat, just like he probably should be.

He ignored it for a little while, but the longer Thor sat there, pointedly not leaving, the longer that water sat there crying, wore him down.  His eyes welled up, stinging as he wiped them again, his dirty long sleeve clinging to his scars.  He snatched up the water, struggling with the cap for a moment before he pried it open.

“Just go slow.”

He couldn’t help it.  When the cool liquid hit his tongue, he gulped it down, drinking faster and faster until he could feel it getting torn from his hands.

“Jeezus, Loki!”  Thor held the refreshing elixir out of his reach as he sat there, panting.  “I said go slow, or you’ll throw it all up.”  He watched Thor’s throat bob as he swallowed.  Noted the way he bit his lip staring down at Loki.

“Are you some kind of pedo?” he shot at Thor.  The blond stared back with a look of shock and revulsion on his face.

“Why would you even say that?”

“Because it’s true!  Some 20 year old playing savior to a minor—”  Loki coughed, stomach roiling a little.  Ok, maybe Thor had been right.  “Trying to fuck some tight young ass is more like it.  He steals, he won’t narc.  No one would miss him…”  Loki coughed again, throwing up a little of the water.  Thor was silent.

For a long time neither of them spoke.  But Thor did hand the water back, and Loki drank much slower, moving to sit on the bench, finally, stare out at the ocean again.

“Am I right?”  He was almost afraid of the answer.  He mostly didn’t want it to be yes.  He surprised himself by wishing Thor was actually just a good guy.

“I’m only 17.”

“How much cash you got?”  He took another sip.  “I might let y—”

“You’re sick, Loki.  You need a doctor.  I would never take advantage of you like that.”

He watched as Thor swiped a thumb over his eye.  He felt a little guilty.  He’d actually made the jolly green giant cry.

He leaned his head on Thor’s shoulder, letting himself believe for just a moment that he had a real brother in this world.  Someone to look out for him and take care of him.  A real home.  That he’d just done some kind of suicide jog with Thor and he was resting on the beach with him.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, feeling Thor’s arm wrap around him.

“I’ve watched you all summer,” Thor confessed.  “Even when it was hard to find you.”

Loki took another drink, staring out at the water.  It really was a beautiful place.

“You don’t have to go back, you know.  I have a hideout you can stay at.  A buddy of mine built it when we were young.  It’s secluded, fully stocked.  No one would find you if you didn’t want them to.  Or you could come to my place.  My parents would be ok with it.  My mom could take a look at your head.  Or I could take you to the hospital...”

He let Thor talk himself out.  It was a new feeling for him, someone wanting to help and not seeming to want anything in return.  Strange.  The last person to do that was his mother.  And Laufey had beat the hell out of her before she died…  Hence the Winnebago.

“What do you want Thor?” he sighed.  He was just so tired.  And hungry.  He drank more of the water, slowly. “I just want you to be safe, to not have to live like this, to—”

“Why me?  Do you do this for all the street urchins?”

“Well, no—”

“Then why me?  What do you want?”  He sat up, staring over at Thor with a fire in his eyes.  He needed to know.  He needed to know what strings were attached, because he didn’t want the rug pulled out from under him.

“I like you, ok?”  Thor blushed, like he was ashamed of himself.  “Maybe I should pay better attention.  Maybe I should be helping more people like you.  I don’t know.  But I saw you.  And I wanted to help.”  He sat there, like a dejected kid who just learned Santa Claus wasn’t real.  Sad, pathetic, lost.  And Loki had to believe him a little…

He finished the water.  “How much cash do you have?” he asked, still feeling that fog inside his head.  “If you got a few hundred the bastard might not beat me tonight.”

Thor handed over a brand new wallet.  He could tell pretty quickly that there was more than a few hundred inside.  It also contained a key and an address.  Loki wanted to cry in that moment.  He couldn’t go right away.  He still had his things in the Winnebago.  The lone photo album he’d kept hidden all those years.  The only photos he had of his mom, and him.  The few times he was happy.  He didn’t want to leave it behind.  One last night and maybe he’d leave for good.

Thor handed him a bottle of gatorade.  He hated the stuff, but...electrolytes, he guessed.  He sipped on the sugary beverage as Thor handed him a sandwich, too.  “How do you drink this stuff?” he asked, scrunching up his nose in distaste.

“Open cap, pour in mouth, swallow.”  Thor grinned, mimicking drinking for Loki.

“Asshole,” he rolled his eyes.  But for the first time in a long while, he smiled.

[ixchel-sketch]

TITLE: Palehuiloca / Ayudar 

GENRE: Crime & Romance

FANDOM: Mayans M.C.

SHIP(S): Coco & Original Female Character 

STATUS: Complete

LENGTH: 5,291 words

Set while Coco is still a prospect. One of his first orders is to help newly full patched members Angel and Gilly locate a corrupt drug dealer at a local music festival. He never expected to meet Maya.

It was early in the evening when the headlights of bikes cut through the light of the setting sun and three members of the local motorcycle club were waved into the festival without so much as a second glance from security. All manner of people were attending, most of them on their way towards inebriation in some form of another. Johnny “Coco” Cruz looked around at the various stages set up in the large canyon, the sounds of whatever concert was currently playing blasted through the state park. Competing for the attention of the crowds of people weaving their way from one set to another. A couple that looked to be barely out of their teens stumbled by and nearly bumped into Coco had he not been hyper focused on his surroundings.

“Jesus, would you look at this place.” Angel’s dark eyes followed after them, noting the way the couple wove and leaned on each other in support. To the average attendee they seemed to be in the depths of young love, laughing and showering displays of affection no matter how inappropriate. To anyone with experience it was obvious they were high off their asses.

“That’s why we’re here isn’t it? Marcus said that we needed to smoke out some dealer. “ Gilberto “Gilly” Lopez adjusted the thick leather vest that all three of them wore, squinting out at the crowd in observation.

“For selling on Mayan terf?”

Coco finally came back to the conversation, a little bit confused on why they would be put on something that seemed to have nothing to do with the club. As a prospect, there weren't many orders that he was in a position to question. It helped that he and Angel had roomed together right before he'd patched in. He trusted him, which was something he hadn't experienced much before.

"There's been an uptick in overdoses. Someones cutting their shit and it makes the M.C. look bad. Since most assume that's where it's coming from." Now it made sense. It would definitely hurt their business and possibly gain unwanted attention from authorities if the main take away from the music festival was the amount of narcan used.

But how the hell were they supposed to find that needle in this shitshow of a haystack? The longer they stood idly by the entrance the worse that he began to feel about this whole thing. There were only three of them there and too many unknowns. They had no idea how serious this guy was or if they had their own crew. Paranoia leeched some of the stoic strength that usually radiated from Coco. No, crowded and booming festivals were definitely not his thing.

"We should split up," Coco scowled at Gilly's suggestion but all of them nodded in agreement nonetheless. "Cover more ground that way. Look for anyone buying or dealing. "

Maya had been attending music festivals since before she knew how to talk. She’d grown up dressed in tie dye onesies and been lulled to sleep by the sound of amature drum circles. It was a lifestyle that she knew like the back of her hand and the road between each destination felt just as much home as the stops between. All she really needed in order to be happy was the RV that she’d inherited from her father and enough gas and savings to keep making her art in comfort. Not many people seemed to understand her need for near constant travel and freedom, much less stick around.

Today had been different though. Slow, and while the general guests were perfectly content with the food vendors and alcohol sales, not too many had stopped through her booth and made actual purchases. Only in the last hour had there been a wave of people walking around and buying different trinkets and goods that she’d made. The increase in sales usually took up all of her attention. Mental energy split between being conversational and likeable as a vendor and keeping an eye out to make sure no one lifted anything. She supposed that was another reason for not wanting to be tied down --- maintaining a fake sociable mask for longer than a couple hours at a time was down right exhausting. With a heavy sigh Maya got up from her chair and stretched as tall as she could. It wasn’t very tall.

Finally she noticed a man standing with his back to the corner of her booth and steeled herself to once again paste on a fake smile. It wasn’t unusual for a potential customer to spend time just staring at a piece… but with a hint of concern she realized that wasn’t what he was doing. Dark eyes were focused intensely out at the crowd and she tried not to flinch when that gaze was turned on her. “Hey, can I help you?”

“What? No, I’m uh- good thanks.” He didn’t look good, warm brown skin having taken on a slightly pallid complexion. The man looked spooked, bordering on shaken and even though she knew better than to reach out something on Maya’s face must have given away her confusion and he rushed to explain. “It was just really loud, I couldn’t even hear myself think.”

“ You want some water?” Before he could answer the brunette was ducking behind a table to grab a metal thermos that was still chilly from her ice run earlier. He accepted it and she couldn’t bring herself to look away from the way his adam apple moved when he took a drink or the stray bead of water that escaped the corner of Coco’s lips. Maya licked her own subtly and subconsciously before adding, “Yeah, festivals can be a lot. I lucked out this year and my booth got placed opposite of the concert field. Shitty for sales though.”

When he handed her back the thermos her fingers brushed against his, releasing butterflies in her stomach and Maya tried her best to brush it off. Coco seemed to finally notice the different posters and jewelry that decorated the tables and his eyebrows rose, fingers ghosting over the designs pressed into leather bracelets. “All this stuff is yours? You made it?”

She nods, a natural grin spreading across full lips. There were few things that she carried a fair amount of pride about, her art being one of them. “Claro que si, Well, except for the bones, those I get from hunters and collectors. Same for the crystals.”

His hand fell away and Coco nodded. Something about the way that he was looking at the merch had Maya relaxing a bit, casting a glance back towards where people were clearing the man made path that separated the music from the vendors to herd themselves into a new performance. There probably wouldn't be anyone else wandering through her booth for a few hours at least.

“ It’s really tight, the detail in the designs is crazy.”

“Thank you. My name’s Maya.” She expected the blink of confusion that followed.

“Sorry, what?”

“Just call me Maya.” Another nod and from the way that Coco’s shoulders sag just a bit she can tell he’s starting to relax too. Whether it's because of the compliment that he’d given her work or just a sudden craving for more substantial human interaction, Maya made up her mind and opened the canopy flap that led to where her RV was parked behind the booth. “I was planning on taking a little break -- para fumar. You wanna join me?”

Finally a genuine smile touches the other’s eyes as Coco replies “I’m always good for a smoke.”

She led Coco back to the small table pulled under the awning and sat down in a rusted lawn chair, motioning for him to do the same. It creaked under his weight and she couldn’t help but offer a slightly embarrassed smile while retrieving the glass jar from a leather satMaya hanging over her shoulder. The inside of the glass was so coated in crystals and weed dust that it was hard to make out the details of the small buds jostled within. “So is this your first festival in awhile?”

“Yeah, you could say that. Probably my first.”

“No shit?” Maya passed Coco the ornately blown glass piece she’d been gifted some time back. It was surprising to find how easy conversation was to have with him as the two began to talk about their interests. Music was the easiest shared denominator, with Maya’s tastes being basically anything that isn’t outright offensive or problematic. But slowly the two started to talk about more personal stuff as well. They came from vastly different backgrounds but somehow nothing seemed to get lost in translation, the time passed faster than either had realized and before she knew it the light was just starting to fade from the sky. Their shadows stretching out in the grass before them and tinting the campsite in a pretty orange.

“So you like to go it alone?” The conversation had circled back to her and Maya rolled her shoulders in a relaxed shrug.

“I’m still only twenty fuckin’ three. And I’m picky as hell, hanging around musicians all the time you know. I’m not just some fuckin’ groupie.”

Coco held up his hands and hissed as if he’d touched something hot, “I got you, my bad.”

She deflated and ran a hand through messy dark waves. As much as she loved the freedom, sometimes loneliness did creep into her life and forced Maya to examine what she really wanted… but she wouldn’t know how to settle down even if she tried. “No it’s on me. My shit. Sorry, dude.”

He nodded, accepting the apology for her snappy response before his cell phone went off and drew Coco’s attention away from the company. With a sinking feeling he realized he’d missed out on the reason they were originally there. All he could do was hope that Angel or Gilly had found something to take back to El Padrino. “Yeah? I’ll be there.”

Maya waited a moment before speaking up, unable to hide the curiosity in her voice. “Those the guys you’re here with? Tus hermanos?”

Coco stood up and fixed the lawn chair, which had sagged so that the seat of it was brushing the ground. She moved to follow him and he offered her a hand to help Maya to her feet. They stood close for a moment while she regained her balance, so close she could smell him and it caused the hair to rise on the back of her neck and heat to coil in her stomach. Shit. Taking a step back, she brushed off her clothes and tried to meet his eyes when Coco replied; “Yeah , sort of. Better than any family I was born with. Even all that shit they say about brothers in arms in the military ain’t nothin like what the M.C. is.”

Dark brows furrowed and Maya pieced together what he meant, not having much experience with bikers outside of slightly unpleasant gas station exchanges. “So you’re here with guys who are also in your...motorcycle club?”

That seemed to make Coco laugh and shake his head while grabbing a cigarette from the box in his vest pocket. Before he could fumble around for his lighter she managed to fish hers out of her pocket, holding it out to him. “Yeah,” He took a drag and made sure to blow it away from where she stood. “We’re actually here trying to pick up. I don’t know if you use anything harder..”

A deep frown creased her face and she gave Coco a subtle once over, as though potentially seeing him in a different light. “Oh...No I uhm, I don’t. That shit’s gotten kind of dangerous.”

He looks equally relieved and she can’t help but be a bit confused. “Good, I mean, I don’t neither. Not like that.”

Coco’s done his share of hard partying and drugs, been addicted and managed to come to terms with his limits. Something in the way that he holds himself lets Maya know that she can believe him, that he’s not just back peddling in order to save face. She nods and goes to untie the opening of her booth to let people know she’s once again open for business --- and to allow Coco to exit into the main crowd.

“Because I’ve seen some people be taken off the grounds for OD’s...it’s depressing shit.” Mostly it was just people who attended but every once and awhile a musician or vendor would end up getting an ambulance called. It was always sad, especially if it was someone that she’d see at a few different venues and become somewhat friendly with.

“See that’s why we’re trying to find the guy selling this shit... stop it from getting into the community.”

Her expression changed to one of surprise before a full bottom lip slipped between her teeth in mild indecision. She was sick of seeing people taken advantage of in her community, at least Coco’s gang was doing something about it. “...I could help, maybe? Talk to the other vendors and see if they’ve seen anything. Are you guys camping out or are you coming back tomorrow?”

She hoped that they were, handing Coco one of the cards that she kept on display so that he might be able to get in contact with her again. Dark eyes tracked the motion of him slipping it into his pocket, her own hands fumbling awkwardly. Coco’s phone buzzed again and she could tell from his reaction it was probably his guys asking where he was.

“We’ll be back. I’ll hit you up.”

He returned to where their bikes were being looked after with a much lighter heart, both from the conversation and finding a potential lead. Gilly was tempted to stay a bit longer and as much as Coco wanted to agree it was obvious to both him and Angel that had much more to do with the actual festival than the club’s interests. Angel was disappointed in the lack of concrete evidence and it showed in his scowl and furrowed brow.

“Damn man. Everyone’s high but it just seems like a bunch of fuckin hippies.” He grumbled, looking either Coco or Gilly in the hopes that they found something of more use.

“I saw someone get carried out but it could have been heat stroke. No one else around.”

Angel turned to Coco, “ What about you? Any luck?”

In no rush to admit that he’d wasted most of his time blowing off their orders to talk to some chick, he kept his answer clipped. “Yeah...maybe.”

The internal conflict caused him to stiffen when Angel’s hand landed on his shoulder in camaraderie. But the other Mayan only seemed encouraged by Coco’s admission, wrinkling his nose before stepping back to mount his ride. “Shit, you smell like skunk.”

The night went by uneventfully despite Maya’s best attempts to find any of her connections that might have an idea what was going on or who was dealing. None of her artisan contacts had any interest in exploring those kinds of narcotics and had a similar reaction to the one that she had earlier. Only after explaining why she was looking for the illicit substance did their judgement lessen. Eventually, after making sure to put the word out that she was interested in trying something different (as a ruse to lure out the dealer) Maya was forced to give up and go to sleep with the hopes that the next day would bring better luck.

And whether it was her own self manifestation or the will of the gods, after spending most of the next day with her attention split between selling her goods and looking out for any nefarious activity her first lead appeared. Half way through the day someone was taken from the medic tent looking half dead but no one seemed to know much about it. Coco messaged her, checking in to see if she had found anything. All of the texts were very...Friendly. They joked back and forth just as much as talking (if not more) than about what was happening at the festival. By the time she did hear back from one of her contacts -- a time and place to meet the person who was selling smack, Maya was too excited about having a legitimate reason to see Coco again than to think through all of the potential consequences of going to the meet.

With her booth closed up and cellphone slipped into the back of her pocket, Maya headed to the spot in the back of the general campsite. It wasn’t too far from her where she was vending but definitely far enough from the security spots and exits to be inconspicuous. The man waiting for her was tall and spindly, the dark cliche hoodie he wore nearly hung off of him with how loose it was. His greeting smile felt lewd, red rimmed eyes focusing on the naked skin of her legs for far longer than she was comfortable with. A sinking feeling started to build in her gut but Maya decided to ignore it.

“So I heard you were looking to pick up ?”

She froze, a small frown working its way onto her face. Even when she wanted so hard to play it cool.“Well, not me, my friend was interested…”

“And where’s your friend?”

The tone of his voice made the hair rise on the back of her neck and Maya looked around to see if there was anyone else nearby. The sound of music playing could be heard even from the distance of the campground and she knew better than to hope there would be anyone loitering there instead of watching a band. “He’s meeting up with me later.”

“Your boyfriend?” The man took a step forward, reaching out to pick up a strand of her long dark hair. At this distance she could make out the details of his pockmarked cheeks and nearly gasped at the memory of his face disappearing into the crowd after the EMT’s had taken away the person hours earlier. Maya’s heart started to race and muscles froze into place with the rise of panic. It was a challenge to take the answering step back, only to find that there was a tent flush behind her back.

“No, just a friend. So can I uhm, can I get the stuff?” Her anxiety to leave was building but Maya didn’t want to take off without at least getting some proof to show Coco that she had found the guy.

“Of course baby, why? You in a hurry?” She watched as his hand made contact with her arm, the other one going to grab her hip almost forcefully to try and drag Maya closer. The grip should have been strong enough to bruise but she couldn’t feel anything beyond the shock. Her dark eyes go wide and it takes a few quick breaths to work past the fear.

“Yeah actually I just need to… can you-- Hey!”

The sun had already set by the time that the Mayans rolled back up to the festival. Coco once again had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach though this time it was for a different reason than being triggered by the crowd. He’d been texting Maya most of the day but in the last hour she had stopped without warning. And when they got to her booth it was closed up and deserted, most of the vendors having shut down by then. Gilly gave a look around before sending Coco a sympathetic shrug. “You sure she was supposed to meet you here bro?”

“It looks pretty empty.” Angel agreed.

“Yeah man this is her spot.” He didn’t like this feeling at all. Like a coil of stress winding tighter and tighter at his core, a rubber band stretched to the breaking point. What he wouldn’t give for it to just be his fucked up mind playing tricks on him again. Just when he was about to finally dismiss it a feminine shout echoed through the space. “ Shit!”

Maya had her eyes pressed tightly closed as the heat of the stranger pressed against her caused sickening chills. Her heart raced so loud that anything that was coming out of his mouth was lost to the rushing noise in her ears. A spell or curse that was caused by paralyzing panic and only when his hand moved from her back to ghost over the curve of Maya’s ass did it break enough for her to scream.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, ASSHOLE!” Her arms came up to push him away, gasping in surprise when at the same time someone grabbed him by the back of the neck and yanked him back. The motion was too quick, but the line of Coco’s back could be seen as he pinned the dealer to the ground and laid blow after blow to the man’s face. After a few minutes Angel pulled him off, pushing Coco away so that he could catch his breath and pull himself together after unleashing all that rage.

Maya jumped when she realized there was someone standing behind her with their hand on her shoulder, large dark eyes looking up at Gilly and he released her and took a step back to give the shaken woman some space. “You good? “

Her answering nod was a little too quick to be believable but no one called her out on it. “ Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

“Is this the guy?” Angel nodded towards the bloody heap on man on the ground, still standing between him and Coco though Gilly moved closer to help lift the suspect.

“I don’t know, I know he sells. And he was hanging around someone who OD’d earlier.”

Their expressions went tight and she received a nod, Coco finally walking back over to them and muttering something in Angel’s direction. “ We’ll talk to him.”

While Angel and Gilly dragged the unconscious man back towards their bikes, Maya turned her attention back to Coco, finally noting the way his lips had pulled down into a sour scowl. She had a feeling that a large part of it had to do with her and a knot of guilt formed in her stomach. He started to turn back towards the exit of the festival, about to leave without saying a word and before she realized it Maya was reaching out to gently wrap her hand around his bicep. “ Do you wanna come back to my RV? Get a drink?”

He looked at her hand for a long minute, still not able to meet her eyes even after she let go. “...Okay, sure.”

Neither of them spoke on the way back to where her RV was parked. The tension was nearly palpable and she pulled out a beer from the cooler typically reserved for guests and passed it to Coco. Her eyes lingered on how his fingers were wrapped around the neck of the bottle, knuckles red and bruised from impact. While he opened it she went about unlocking the 1990 Winnebago so that they might be able to talk with some semblance of privacy. The comfort of her mobile home was a soothing balm against all of the excitement and chaos she’d been involved in. Maya deftly opened some cabinets and removed a half finished bottle of tequila and dusty shot glass.

“You know what you did earlier? Was pretty stupid.”

When she looks up from preparing her drink Coco is staring at her intently. “...Excuse me?”

The incredulity in her voice sets him off and Coco pushes away from where he’d been leaning against the narrow counter to loom over her. Now she can tell that she’d seriously misunderstood something earlier as he looks...actually angry. The bottle is forgotten behind him and his chin raises, a defensive posture if she’d ever seen one. “That guy could have pulled a knife, or a gun. Then what?”

She hadn’t thought about if that had happened, but she had a feeling saying that out loud wouldn’t help her case. In an attempt at levity, Maya forced a smirk and tilted her head in faux innocence. “Get shot, I guess?”

It doesn’t help. His brows draw together and his tone raises which causes her to reel back. It only now occurs to her that she doesn’t actually know him that well or what he’s capable of in anger. “What the fuck kind of thinking is that? Eres una pinche idiota?”

Maya’s gaze drops to the floor and her shoulders sag in defeat. She can tell that the reaction is one out of concern for her wellbeing but she doesn’t have a clue on how to fix things. With a heavy sigh she rubs a hand across her face. “I just wanted to help,” Coco continues to look at her, and his expression softens just a bit in acceptance. “ ...You’re right. I wasn’t thinking.”

Coco is still standing close enough that if she were to lean forward it wouldn’t take much effort at all to place a kiss on his chin. The thought taunting her almost as much as the way that his voice dips an octave and ridiculously long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks. “ Next time just call me, yeah?”

A hopeful smile pulls at full lips and she rocks forward on her heels so that their chests are nearly touching. “Next time?”

“That’s not what I ...shit, I just mean,” His eyes are locked on her lips and the atmosphere of the confined space in the RV has changed with their mood. The air is heavy and she closes the distance between them in an obvious invitation, one of her hands splaying flat on his chest where the patch meets the leather of his vest. Coco’s eyes grow even darker if possible.

“It’s cool. I got you.” There are no expectations as he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls Maya into a hungry kiss. It’s not soft or gentle and she matches his pace eagerly. The hand on his chest snakes around to stroke over the hair at the base of his neck and one of his rakes up the tank top she’s wearing in order to cup her breast. His other arm is pulling her closer still, passion completely unleashed and Maya is forced to break away in a gasp of pleasure when Coco’s leg parted hers and pressed the lines of their bodies against one another until she could feel the tent forming against her hip.

In an act of rare dexterity she managed to turn them so that her back is facing the hallway. It’s far too great a sacrifice to pull away from him or the way that Coco is running his hands along her body. He follows her until the back of her knees press against the mattress and helps to lower her down, wet kisses trailing from her mouth to the column of her throat.

His touch lights her nerves on fire and Maya sighs into the kiss, opening her mouth so that he can take advantage and wind his tongue against hers. Once the heavy leather vest is dropped on the corner of the bed she removes her shirt and pulls Coco back down on top of her. His hands roam and grope her torso while the warm weight of his hips pin her down and roll against her. “Que quieres?”

“Don’t st…keep going.” It’s all the encouragement that he seems to need before Coco is slipping her jean shorts and underwear off her legs and placing nips and kisses along Maya’s hips. It’s a quick tease before her returns to place a kiss on her swollen lips. The fabric of his button up shirt rubs against her chest and she manages to slide her hands beneath it and the thin wife beater under that. They're both in too much of a hurry to really focus on removing each other’s clothes entirely. It’s a \victory just to be able to get a few of the small buttons undone as Coco unfastens his belt to slide his pants down his hips.

“Oh...fuck.” The unbidden whine slips from Maya when he presses two fingers inside of her, whispering a compliment into her ear before replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. It’s been awhile since she’s been with another person, and when he thrusts his entire length in with one quick motion she can’t help but lock her legs around his waist to hold him in place. Coco senses her tense and takes a couple of deep breaths, panting against her shoulder before placing kisses on her chest.

“Relax, mi cariña.” Coco groaned, gripping her ass and pressing Maya closer. He waited until she moaned and rolled her hips against his before picking up the pace of his movements. Once they find a rhythm it doesn’t take long before Maya is coming undone. She cries out in pleasure and tenses around Coco, arms tightly wound around his neck and face pressed against his shoulder. Just a couple of uneven thrusts later and he’s following close behind, groaning and rolling off of Maya so that he’s facing her on the mattress. They both have to catch their breath and she savors the look of pure relaxation on Coco’s face. The lines of stress fall away and he looks years younger.

Maya wants nothing more than to reach out and brush some of the dark hair off of his forehead, but when she does she’s pinned with that same intense stare from earlier as he flinched away from her hand. The connection that was there between them suddenly feels dulled. Coco rolled onto his back, staring up silently at the roof of the RV.

“So… you said something about next time.” She had a sudden sinking feeling in her gut and joined in the direction of his gaze. It was dark out now and the small amount of daylight had charged the old glow in the dark star stickers so that they set off a subtle glow. The longer she looked, the easier it was to pick them out against the faded roof material and ignore the embarrassed burning of her cheeks.

Coco sat up and fixed himself into his pants. From the angle she was at it was nearly impossible to tell exactly what his expression was. “...Yeah. I’ll give you a call.”

That certainly didn’t sound reassuring.

“Right.” Maya’s tone turned flat and cold, earning a glance from the other before she followed suit and sat up to pull her discarded tank top back over her head. Her shorts had been shoved off of the bed in their earlier activities however her underwear lay crumpled near by and she slipped them on to put off meeting his eyes. “Well, I’m only going to be in the area for another couple of days then I do a show up north. If I hear from you it’s cool but if not...it is what it is.”

The warmth of his palm spreads over her cheek and Coco pulls her up so that he can place a gentle kiss on her lips, far softer than she ever would have expected. “ Hey, querida… I’ll call. I got you.”

A soft smile spreads across her face as he slings his kutte over one arm and she pulls him back for one final kiss, happy to get to know him and already excited for the next time they would see each other.

“Ride safe.”

[dixiedingo]

Found Dog Chapter 2

Balea gets somewhat acquainted with the X-Men and Piotr apologizes for knocking them the fuck out.

TW: abuse mention, minor gore mention

Their head snapped up. They were in a room with blinding lights. It was all white. They were bound to a metal chair. They shifted in the chair, head groggy as they came to fully. They looked around the room before finally, their eyes landed on a bald man in a wheelchair.

“You’re awake.” He smiled.

“And you’re creepy as hell.” They frowned.

“That’s no way to greet someone, my dear. My name is Professor Charles Xavier.” He said, smiling softly as he rolled around.

“And why do I care?” They frowned.

He rolled towards them carefully. Being strapped down like this in a room with a guy like that… brought back terrible memories for them, causing them to thrash a little.

“Because, we need you, Balea.” He said calmly. “... Good mutants are dying, and you’re the only way we can help them.”

“Why the hell should I care about good mutants?” They growled.

“... I bet you were a good mutant at some point. You must’ve been hurt terribly to be acting this way.” He said calmly. “Tell me, why would you be involved with something as… cruel and gruesome as a gang?” He was sipping his tea. The sound pissed them off.

“Because that cruel and gruesome gang gave me a roof and food when no one else would.” They snapped. “That gang… I owe them my life.” Despite how bitter they felt, it was true. It was honest.

The beating Tracks would give them when they got back scared them.

“What if I did that, then?” He said. “Pardon?” They frowned up.

“What if I gave you a room, food, and a family. It’s what you want, no?” He said.

“Are you… are you fucking bribing me? With love???” Their face twisted in disgust.

“I prefer the word negotiate, but yes, if you’d like to call it bribing then… guilty as charged.” He sipped again.

“.... what if I say no…?” They said softly.

“Well, according to Logan, as unpolished as you are, you’re quite the formidable opponent.” He said. “If I let you go, knowing you’d use your powers for bad… well, in short, I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing you’re making a bad name for mutants like yourself. You’d be locked up in jail of course, for your crimes. But not before we make you help us, that is.” He raised his brow.

“... are you positive you guys are the good guys?” They scowled.

“Sometimes to do good, we have to do things others may not agree with.” He admitted.

They sighed. “.... I-If you catch them… promise me you won’t hurt them, okay?” They said softly.

“We won’t. One hundred percent-- I’m a man of my word.” Xavier rolled forward.

They sniffled softly. “... I-I’ll help you.” They said quietly. Xavier smiled as their shackles were undone. They rubbed their wrists, curling up in a small ball.

“Lovely. It’ll be nice having you at the school, Balea. I’ll interview you later.” He began to roll out. “Oh-- there will be someone waiting outside for you. Just come when you’re ready.” He coaxed them. They nodded before sighing, trying to calm down as he exited.

They confirmed it-- old white guys are evil. All of ‘em.

Eventually, they gathered their guts and composure and exited, Logan outside waiting for them. “Ah, you survived.” Logan joked lightly. They silently glared at them. “... I hate you.” Their voice was bitter.

“I love you too, cupcake. Now come on, I got a lot to show and tell today. I won’t like it anymore than you do, but the quicker we get this shit done, the quicker we can have dinner and go sleep.” He beckoned them to follow him. They looked around-- the size of this place was fucking amazing. A whole manor. 

As they looked around at the smooth, polished oak, they saw the various mutants walking around, associating with each other. They saw the blue-eyed boy again in the living room, talking to the blonde. They caught each other’s eyes before he looked away, flustered, his freckled cheeks pink. They took note of that as they continued to follow Logan. 

Once they got their tour, they were taken to the dining room and were given a small, hot meal. They ate gladly, Logan beside them just so they wouldn’t be lonely. He’d feel kinda bad then. 

“So, where you from?” He asked.

They stayed quiet as they chowed down. Logan felt like he wouldn’t get an answer so instead, he just stayed quiet himself until finally they spoke up.

“Rocheschur’--” They said, mouth filled with food.

“Nice. What brings you down here?” He asked.

“They put me down here after some shit went down just outside the island.” They muttered. He sat there quietly. “What kinda shit?” He asked.

“Ever heard of Jacob McComrick?” They asked.

“Yeah?”

“Heard from him in a while?” They asked.

“... n-no?” Logan’s brow furrowed, and he was left disturbed when they didn’t add anything else. 

When they finished, Logan lead them to Xavier’s office and closed the door behind them. He began to record as they sat down, pressing a red button on a tape recorder. They snickered.

“What year is it, 1938?” They asked. “I’m afraid not, my dear. But tell me about yourself. Your hobbies… your likes and dislikes…” He suggested. They sighed, almost annoyed.

“My name is Balea McComrick. I’m really into music n’ stuff. And art sometimes. I like sushi, my favorite instrument is the piano, and I also like hiking.” They started. He nodded quietly. “Why did you end up in the place you’re in?”

“Are you kidding me?” They smirked. “My last name ring a bell? You remember McComrick? I fuckin’ killed him.” “Right, he was an anti-mutant politicist. But do you know anything about his death?” Xavier looked at them intently.

He knew it wasn’t that simple.

They squirmed a little. 

“Balea, it’s easier to frame yourself as the villain than it is to see someone in a bad light. It’s okay to say you hated him.” He said. “... he hurt you, after all, didn’t he?”

“... yeah.” They sighed. “... yeah he did.” They fidgeted with the button on their coat.

“What did he do to you?”

“.... he’d adopt mutant kids and uh… experiment on them. I have a regeneration ability that’s effected by salt so… he’d open me up…” They swallowed hard, looking away. Their hands were shaking now. “... h-he’d open me up and then uh… he-- he’d pour salt everywhere and… I… he’d just… dissect me and… test stuff.” Their words gradually got more breathless. Logan’s face cringed visibly. 

“How long did this go on for?”

“.... too long.” “And so…?” “He killed someone important to me so… I… I fought back and… I killed him.” They trembled. “... and that’s when you must’ve been arrested. Because according to what we could pull up regarding you, you’re supposed to be in Manhattan’s local orphanage for mutants.” He concluded.

They nodded quietly. “... I didn’t mean to kill him. I would’ve killed myself if I’d gotten the chance. I didn’t want anything to do with any of this.” They said softly.

“... and yet... You’re in Stray Kids?”

“The orphanage is just a loony bin with a ‘for kids’ label on it. The mistress neglected us half the time… so one day… the leader of the Stray Kids found me and… he gave me what they couldn’t. He gave me love and… that’s all I needed.” They swung their legs in the chair.

“Are there others like you?” Xavier asked.

“... Some, yeah. Not the same story but similar circumstances. You got kids from broken homes, kids who wanted a second chance cause they got dealt a bad card. We’re called the ‘Stray Kids’ for a reason. Each gang territory has an age group, and the oldest you can be in Stray Kids is 25. It’s… quite literally comprised of children.” They explained.

“... I see.” Xavier’s face darkened a bit. “That’s quite morbid. What happens when you get too old?”

“You gotta move somewhere else. You’ll be less likely to sell if you’re not as young as your customers. You just look like a weird junkie then. You’ll be better suited in the other three territories.” They said.

“And where were you going to go when you reached 25?” He asked.

They stayed silent for a long while.

“... I… I dunno.” They said. Tears slowly rolled down their face. Xavier pushed a tissue box towards them. “You don’t know?”

“... I can’t die, so dying is out of the question. Um… I can’t… I just don’t have good luck. I have shitty luck. I’d prolly find some hole to crawl into and disappear.” They chuckled breathlessly. 

“... well, it’s not a hole, but you can stay here and live your life out in peace.” He smiled softly at her. They looked at him warily with their teary eyes before wiping at them.

Maybe he wasn’t that evil. 

“Logan will show you to your room. Your responsible for keeping it clean. There’s a uniform in your room as well. We’ll design your costume as we get to know you better. Tomorrow we’ll be looking at all your powers, and you’ll be helping us draw up a plan for our plan of action.” He said. They did a half bow as they walked out. Logan followed them quietly, looking at them. 

He lead them to their room. Before they closed the door though, he stopped them. “... look, I know it ain’t much. I was probably twice as angry as you were when I first came here. But… it’s not as bad as it seems. You ain’t had a family before but… You’ve got one now. Stray Kids wasn’t your family.

We are.”

Balea looked at him quietly before nodding, trying not to cry. They closed the door and curled up on the bed. They cried softly to themself.

They were such a disappointment. 

They stayed like that for what seemed like hours before there was a knock at the door. They opened it…

It was the metal boy! Piotr?

“H-hi?” They sniffled. “Ah-- was I… harming? No no-- interrupting!” He corrected himself. “No, you’re fine. What’s up?” They asked.

“I-I want to apologize!” He stammered, fidgeting with his pajama button.

“... apologize?”

“For punch!”

That was right. He did punch them, didn’t he!

“It’s fine. It’s better than stabbing me or breaking my neck.” They shrugged, a soft smile on their face. His face got pink again.

“Um! You are! Very pretty!” He started. They snickered. “T-thank you???” “... please stay with us. You’ll be safer.” He calmed down, getting a grasp on his words.

They paused for a second.

“.... did you think I’d escape?” They said.

“... It didn’t seem unlikely.” He looked away a bit. “... Wade said he would not have blamed you.”

They nodded quietly, rocking on their heels.

“But! But. Please stay! Be my friend! We will be good guys together!” He smiled triumphantly like he did something there.

That made them giggle softly. “Sure, Pete. I’ll stay. We can be friends. No hard feelings.” They pat his shoulder. He smiled and pat their head.

“Great! I’ll see you in the morning, buddy!” He walked off, giving them a thumbs up. They giggled a little more.

“See you in the morning, pal.” They waved at him, feeling a bit better having talked to the awkward boy. They felt up to a shower now, and once done, they curled up in bed and closed their eyes.

They forgot about the Stray Kids and the horrors of the world for just a night.

[turtle-steverogers]

Departed Chap 7 Pt 1

Ships: Slow burn Sprace

Warnings: None in this part

Spot took a container of leftover spaghetti bolognese out of the fridge and transferred a portion to a bowl to heat up. Race was currently at the dance studio with Romeo and Albert, so Spot had a few hours of solitude to relax without having to worry about anyone else. He took the now warm bowl of pasta out of the microwave and began to cut the spaghetti into smaller strands.

“What the hell are you doin’ to my pasta?” Race’s horrified voice sounded from the entrance to the kitchen.

“What are you doin’ back?” Spot asked, stirring his spaghetti.

“Albert got a migraine so we decided to call it a day- no, don’t change the subject, you bitch,” Race said, jabbing a finger at Spot, “You cut your fuckin’ spaghetti?”

Spot shrugged and took a bite, “Always have. Guess I never thought twice about it, it’s jus’ how I eat pasta.”

Race narrowed his eyes, “You sicken me.”

“Okay, buddy, calm down,” Spot smirked, “How was dance?”

“It was good,” Race said, pulling a bowl out of one of the cabinets and warming up some bolognese for himself, “Romeo taught Al and I some choreo for ‘Jackie and Wilson’ that he and Specs had come up with.”

“Y’all are really on that Hozier grind, ain’t ya?”

“What? He’s got good bops!” Race said, a defensive tone leaking into his words.

“Don’t say bops,” Spot said, “Like, ever again.”

“Hozier’s bops give me life!” Race exclaimed, a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“Shut the fuck up,” Spot deadpanned, “You’re so cringey.”

“Yeah, but ya love me,” Race said, mouth full of spaghetti.

Spot’s stomach did a flip and he blushed, turning away to put his dishes in the dishwasher, “Yeah, yeah don’t push it.”

“Hey, so I was thinkin’-“

“That’s never good,” Spot cut Race off, earning a glare from the latter, “M’sorry, continue.”

“As I was sayin’, I was thinkin’ we could go into the city a ‘lil later today. The Met’s got that Tintoretto exhibit I been wantin’ ta go to.”

“The what exhibit?”

“Tintoretto. He’s my favorite Italian artist. Does portraits and shit.”

“Oh, cool. Yeah, I’m down,” Spot agreed.

Race’s eyes lit up and he grinned, “Hell yeah! I been achin’ ta see it for ages, but Melissa never agreed ta go.”

“Well, I’m agreein’. Get showered, we’ll go in like an hour ish?”

“Okay, wanna see if Jack and Kath wanna come, too? I know Jack has like an art analysis assignment for some art class or somethin’.”

“Sure, yeah. Go ahead and ask ‘em, I gotta take the trash down.”

Race pulled out his phone and picked up his dance bag to deposit into Spot’s room. Spot took a yard bag and began dropping all the smaller trash bags into it. Race walked past him into the bathroom, carrying a change of clothes.

“Wait,” He called, “Pass me the trash bag in there!”

The door to the bathroom reopened and Race held out the trash bag.

Spot took it, “Thanks.” He heard the shower turn on as he left the apartment.

XXX

Spot parked his car down the street from the Met and he and Race made the ten minute walk through the bitter cold to the front entrance. Jack and Katherine were already waiting inside by a heater.

“Hey, guys,” Katherine greeted, walking over to meet them, “We already paid our admission.”

“Aight,” Spot pulled out his wallet, “I’ll go pay our’s real fast.” He wove through the mob of people in front of the admissions desk, leaving Race with Jack and Katherine.

“What do you hafta do for your art project thing?” Race asked Jack, shrugging his winter jacket off and stuffing it into his bag.

“I gotta pick a piece of artwork and analyze the artist’s technique in like a paper, then I gotta recreate my own piece based offa those techniques,” Jack answered, then held up his sketchbook, “M’prolly gonna like sketch ideas as we go.”

“Cool, cool, yeah Tintoretto does like bold portraits. He was supposedly pretty innovative for his time,” Race said, as Spot walked back over to their little group.

“Why d’you know about this guy, again?” Spot asked, taking Race’s bag from him and putting his own jacket inside.

“My mom and grandma liked him and brought me to his exhibit last time they had him in here. So, I dunno, good memories attached to him?” Race shrugged.

“That’s fair,” Katherine said, reaching down and interlacing her fingers with Jack’s, “Shall we head in?”

The four of them walked towards the exhibit on the other side of the museum and entered the sectioned off area. They were immediately met with a dim hallway. The walls were lined with portraits and dark depictions of various religious events.

“Dude, your mom brought you to one of his exhibits when you were a kid?” Jack whispered, “his works are depressing as hell.”

Race’s eyes skimmed from painting to painting, drinking in the details, “Art is art, man,” he murmured.

“That you are right about,” Jack said, taking his hand out of Katherine’s and reaching into his back pocket to pull out a sketching pencil, “And I’ll be damned if this man didn’t know his shit when it came to brush technique- I mean just look at those bold strokes.” His eyes glinted and he stuck his tongue out as he started to draw in his sketchpad, capturing, in essence, Tintoretto’s style.

Katherine laughs fondly and rubs his arm, “You’re such a dork, sweetie.”

Jack squawked indignantly, “Okay, you are not one to talk, miss technical designer.”

Katherine considered for a moment before leaning into Jack’s side and kissing his neck, “Can’t argue with that.”

Jack kissed her head, then turned his focus back to his sketchbook.

Spot watched them with an un-amused expression, “Gross.”

“Awe, let ‘em be gross, Spottie,” Race said, grabbing Spot’s elbow and pulling him further into the exhibit. They strolled past the paintings slowly, Race commenting every so often about one of the portraits. At one point, Race’s hand had found Spot’s, but neither of them mentioned it. The end of the exhibit came suddenly and they were spilled into the adjoined gift shop.

“We lost Jack and Kath,” Spot stated, glancing around them.

“They’ll find their way sooner or later,” Race said, “C’mon, let’s go look at the Egyptian art.”

“Are you sure we should separate ourselves further from-“

“They’ll find us,” Race pulled out his phone,”I’ll let ‘em know where we went.”

Race led them across the museum to the Egyptian room. As they passed various sarcophagi, Spot clenched his jaw, unease flaring in his gut.

“You alright?” Race asked, squeezing his hand to get his attention.

“Yeah,” Spot said, absently, “S’just ever since I saw that one young Sherlock Holmes movie- ya know the one where they’d mummify people and burn ‘em alive- sarcophoguses, sarcophagi? Whatever the plural is, they freak me out.”

Race threw his head back in laughter, “Ah, m’sorry, dude. We can leave if ya want?”

Spot shook his head, “Nah, I know how much ya like ancient Egyptian stuff.”

“Okay, fair, but we can get outta this room at least,” They entered the main room and Race immediately rushed to enter the Temple of Dendur.

“Spottie, look at the hieroglyphics,” Race said, impulsively reaching out the hand not holding Spot’s to touch them.

Spot gently pulled his hand back, “Don’t touch it, Racer. Ever sit through one of Jack’s ‘don’t touch the art’ lectures?”

Race hummed in annoyance and reached into his bag to pull out his fidget cube.

Spot chuckled, “Ya really are a child.”

“Shut up,” Race said with no real malice behind his words. They continued on through the temple in silence, save for the clicking of Race’s fidget cube. Spot watched Race drink in the details of the ruin, eyes glinting with curiosity and wonder. The longer Spot looked at Race, the more he noticed. Like the way his nose would scrunch up periodically-a tic no doubt- or the way he’d squint his eyes ever so slightly when observing one of the symbols in higher depth. The freckles that usually blended into his complexion were more visible in the bright lighting of the room and his eyes shone brightly behind his glasses. His blonde curls were getting longer, but were carefully mussed to create a careless, yet put together look. He was beautiful, and Spot realized in that moment that he was screwed. He was absolutely screwed.

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[wordshakerofgallifrey]

“You’re not my type in the slightest, yet here I am, head over heels and I don’t understand it!”

*Sorting Hat voice* hmm… no pairing, interesting, very interesting… well the user seems to have a one-track mind, so… better be…. SPRACE.

just kidding :D

Jack and Kath featuring punk!Jack (with a cut because, as promised, it’s long)

Katherine didn’t know about the boy in her College Algebra class. The first few weeks of the semester, she warily avoided him, with his leather jacket, clunky black boots, and shock of purple hair styled in a mohawk.

She never tried to judge too harshly based on looks alone, but add all that to the permanent scowl that seemed to be on his face, and he seemed… dangerous.

So he sat in his corner, and she sat in her perfect not-quite-center-two-rows-from-the-front-seat.

That is, until one day, nearly two months into the semester, someone else was sitting in her perfect not-quite-center-two-rows-from-the-front-seat, and Katherine had to move to the back.

“Really,” she muttered, slamming her bag in a chair. “It’s halfway through the semester, you can’t just take my chair like that—”

“Well, good mornin’ ta you too, Red,” a thickly accented said on her right. “Ya in my seat.”

Katherine whirled around, banging her knee on the bottom of the table to see… shit, she never learned his name, did she? “I–what?”

“Ya sittin’ in m’seat.” he shrugged. “S’okay, I’ll sit next ta ya. Kid in front likes ta snore anyways, an’ no one sits next t’me.”

She stared at him as he sat in the empty space next to her. She thought about responding, knew she could at least thank him for letting her bum his seat when she’d just been complaining about the same thing.

But their professor entered the room then, calling for attention—even though he still had to turn on his computer and actually get his stuff ready for class, which would take another five minutes—and pass around the attendance sheet, so she didn’t say anything.

But Katherine did pay attention as the boy next to her scribbled his name  with his left hand before passing it on to her, and she looked carefully over the list of names.

Jack Kelly.

***

It’d been another two weeks and Katherine still didn’t know about the boy—Jack Kelly—in her College Algebra class. After that first class she sat next to him, she… just kept sitting there.

Well, in the empty seat next to his, she wasn’t a seat-stealer like some people.

Sitting next to Jack Kelly was interesting. For all his tough looks and scowls and air of uncaring, Jack was…

A complete, total dork.

The second class she sat next to him, he spent the entire class doodling in his notebook. Katherine couldn’t make out what exactly he was drawing, but she thought she caught a glimpse of a cartoonish cat in the corner of his page.

The third class, he didn’t even pretend to listen to their professor, instead he watched Vine compilation after Vine compilation, doing his best not to crack up at “Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does.”

After their fourth class, she saw him walking through the quad, with another boy on his back, laughing at something he’d said.

By the fifth class, she actually talked to him.

“Aren’t you worried about not passing?” she asked him as he sat next to her.

“What? College Algebra?” Jack scoffed. “Pul’tzer, ‘m an art major. ‘Sides, I gotta couple’a buddies who’re act’ally good at this shit, they help me.”

Katherine furrowed her brow. “How—wait, you know my name?” He’d never referred to her as anything but Red since that first day.

He snorted, raking a hand through his fading purple hair. “Ya the dean’s daughter, ‘course I know who ya are.”

She flushed. Her father was the dean, famous for cutting arts funding. Of course Jack would know him.

Ignoring him in favor digging through her backpack for her pencil bag—Journalism major or no, she didn’t want to fail College Algebra—Katherine hid her surely-red face from him as he stuck an earbud in one studded ear and…

Where was her pencil bag?

“Shit,” she whispered, suddenly remembering exactly where it was.

Sitting on her stack of textbooks.

On her desk.

In her dorm.

“Shit.” Katherine dropped her head on her notebook. A moment later, something tapped her shoulder and she twisted her neck to see Jack holding out a pencil to her.

He shrugged as she stared at him. “Ain’t usin’ it anyways.”

“… Thanks, Jack.”

Winking at her, he turned back to his phone pull up Netflix. “Sure thing, Red.”

***

The seventh class, he wasn’t in attendance, and Katherine certainly did not spend the entire class, glancing over at his chair, to see what he was watching that day.

Nope.

Not her.

***

Eighth class, she missed in favor of lying face down on her bed with a heating pad over her stomach, trying to alleviate her cramps, definitely not wondering if he was checking her seat like she had the week before.

***

Ninth class was cancelled because their professor was sick, and Katherine spent the class time in the library, trying to stay on top of her reading for her Comp class, not thinking about—

“‘Ay, Red.” 

Speak of the devil…

“Jack!” she said, surprised to see him. “Uh—hi!”

He slung his backpack off his shoulder, rifling through it a moment before pulling out a notebook. “Ya weren’t there last class, so I took notes f’r ya.”

Stunned, Katherine took a moment before replying. “You…?”

“Well, I tried,” Jack shrugged. “Then I showed it ta m’roomate—Crutchie—an’ Race—they’re the one’s good at math—an’ Racer said, ‘Kelly, these’re fuckin’ pitiful’ an’ then he an’ Crutchie fixed ‘em f’r me so ya got the right inf’rmation.”

“Th-Thanks, Jack.” He flipped to the page and slid the notebook towards her, and Katherine couldn’t help but feel touched. In the six classes she’d sat next him, she’d never seen him take a single note in class.

Still she offered. “I can give you my notes from the class you missed—”

Waving a hand, he dropped into the chair across from her. “Nah. Don’t need ‘em.”

“Well… thank you. For the notes,” Katherine clarified. “It won’t take me long, but if you need to go—”

“Nah, I’ll stick ‘round. Don’t got anywhere else to be. ‘Less ya uncomf’table wit’ me here…”

“No!” Katherine hoped she wasn’t blushing as she cut him off way too quickly. “No,” she said, as nonchalantly as she could. “I mean, you’re fine, it’ll take me fifteen, twenty minutes, maybe.”

Smirking at her, Jack pulled his phone from his pocket, earbuds wrapped around the paint-splattered case. “Whatever ya say, Red.”

He scrolled through his phone as she began copying his notes, written in two different handwritings, one surprisingly neat and one just a little nicer than Jack’s.

“I’m sorry, Crutchie and Race?” she couldn’t help but ask after a moment.

Jack laughed a bit, propping a foot up in the chair next to him. “We like nicknames.”

“Oh yeah? Do you have one?” she shot back.

He raised an eyebrow at her, smirking. “Copy ya notes, Red, an’ we’ll see if I tells ya.”

***

She stopped counting after that.

They started talking more than stilted pleasantries before and after class, walking to and from the classroom, exchanged numbers after the library—”In case ya miss again, Red”—and texted late into the night.

Katherine finally met the infamous Race and Crutchie, along with a whole group of rowdy, equally rough–looking boys, most of who she recognized from her various gen-ed classes.

It was something else, seeing him with his friends, especially Crutchie. His tough demeanor melted away and he was almost a completely different person, and she started seeing that side more and more.

Jack did his best to distract her during class, passing her notes or seeing how often he could mark on her arm before she noticed.

She just shrugged it off, only passed corrected notes back—his spelling was about as good as his speech and it showed—with a large smiley face underneath.

It was fun. It was comfortable. It–

It was nearly the end of the semester before she realized that she was falling for the boy in her Algebra class.

“Oh no.” Katherine said, out loud, as the realization hit her in the middle of shampooing her hair. “Oh noooo, this is not happening…”

Jack Kelly was not her type, he was rough and coarse and didn’t care a bit about his classes and… and caring and not nearly as tough as he appeared and a total dork and, and—

“No.”

Katherine didn’t returned his texts for the rest of the night, stayed locked in her dorm room, and slowly spiraled in her existential crises.

She did not like Jack Kelly.

The next Algebra class, she got there early and sat in her original, perfect not-quite-center-two-rows-from-the-front-seat and tried to ignore how she could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of her head throughout the class.

The second their professor dismissed them, Katherine made a beeline for the door, hoping to beat him out the door.

Unluckily, she was stopped barely ten feet out the classroom by a determined Jack Kelly.

“Jack, I have to get to class—”

“Don’t gimme that, Pul’tzer, I know ya don’t got a class after this one.” His eyes were hard and confused. “What was that, ya not sittin’ by me t’day?”

She almost rolled her eyes, if only to get him to go away so she could make her escape. “Jack, you cannot seriously be upset that I didn’t next to you today.”

“I ain’t. I’m upset that ya ignored me an’ ya clearly tryin’ ta get away from me, so what the hell’s goin’ on, Kath’rine?”

Katherine set her jaw, ready to tell him off, but something in his face made her stop. She’d never seen that look on his face, something so open and… she refused to use the word vulnerable, not when Jack Kelly was concerned, not when he’d re-dyed his hair again, gotten another piercing in his left ear, but…

She couldn’t think of a better word.

Jack apparently took her silence as all the answer he needed, because he nodded curtly and started to pull away. “Yeah, okay that’s fine, whatever—”

“You’re not my type in the slightest, yet here I am, head over heels and I don’t understand it!” she finally burst out, cutting him off.

He stared at her a moment, agape, and Katherine felt her face go hot. This is what you get for opening your mouth without thinking, idiot.

She turned to leave, but Jack grasped her wrist and pulled her back towards him.

“‘Bout damn time, Red,” he muttered, pausing a moment to make sure she wasn’t pulling away, before kissing her.

***

By their last College Algebra class, Katherine still wasn’t completely sure about the boy who sat to her left.

But she couldn’t wait to find out the rest.

[franeridart]

are you going to draw more of that lovely erasermic? :o

Unless I find reasons to stop shipping them in the near future, then sure~ as I said, I really like that ship

Anon said:i love it when you draw chris and josh, you should do it more!! Your oc's are great!!

THANK YOU! I’m really really happy to hear you like them! I draw them just as much as I wish to, tho haha

Anon said:THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US WITH MORE CHRIS!!

Anon said:Honestly I love your ocs so much! I like seeing your fanart because you really flesh out characters we don't get enough development of, but I really love seeing your ocs. I can tell you love them and enjoy drawing them just by looking at it, and that makes me love them even more! You're a wonderful artist!

SOB thank you!!!!! holy heck!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O; I can’t believe how much love my kids get hahaha I’m so so grateful aaahhhh!!!!

Anon said:Okay, so I was just going to tell you how great your comic is (and it is), but I just read your last ask to that anon, and I'm sorry, but deku didn't do nothing to gain his quirk? Like, what? He risked his life and almost killed himself trying to say his exfriend/then bully? That isn't just "being nice"? He didn't know all Might would save him? He risked his life even though he was powerless just to help another person? He earned the quirk, all Might said so in the second episode, like, what?

Since you don’t seem to want a polite and civil exchange of opinions on this, and are actually being incredibly rude here (whether you meant for it or not, I don’t know) I hope you won’t mind me keeping this as short as I can. All Might worked in the beginning of the bnha manga as a textbook definition of a deus ex machina, came around, solved an otherwise unsolvable plot point out of the blue bending the laws that had just been established for that universe, and Deku literally (literally) didn’t have to go through any conscious trial, soul-search or any other self-aware journey with the intention of fixing his own problem. All he did was to be heroic and to be quirkless, which for him are circumstances since those are innate traits of his character. And the only singular thing he has is that he’s quirkless, his heroic personality is shared by all of UA (Mina acted in the exact same way in Kirishima’s backstory as he did to save Bakugou, didn’t get any cool op powers out of it)

All Might was supposed to give OfA to Mirio, the literal most heroic character in bnha, a boy who had been working his ass off to become a proper hero since he was a child, but instead he found a quirkless kid and decided that he deserved a chance to become a hero too. I’m not saying that’s not true, or that Deku didn’t deserve it. I’m saying that he didn’t actively or consciously do anything to gain that power. He simply acted in a way true to his self, and that was it.

I’m gonna have to make present to you that the next time I get an ask with that tone in my inbox I’m blocking you without answering. I’m not here to be called an idiot by the first random stranger I find online, if you want a conversation with me all I’m asking is for you to be polite, that’s not too much at all in my opinion.

Anon said:Your last BakuShima comic was so cute!!! AAAAA!! 💖

Thank you!!! I’m super happy you liked it!!!!!! :O

Anon said:I love you. So much right now. Can I give you a virtual hug because I swear

I dunno what I did to deserve this but SURE *holds u back*

Anon said:do you think you'd ever sell any minajirou merch? (maybe like the one with the flower background) because if you do i would buy 20 (not literally but,, i think you get the point) Sorry if this sounds annoying or anything! im just curious

Not annoying at all!!! If I remember right the one I posted was a bit small tho, I’ll have to see if I can work with the size in a way that would fit the default redbubble dimensions... if I can’t I’ll be sure to make the next one big enough to fit, tho!!!! And thank you for wanting to buy my stuff!!!!! :O

Anon said:I'M NOT THAT ANON BUT I CAN HELP W MOMOJIROUS & yes we totally agree they're fuckin gay and canon there's no doubts here. SO anyway I at least see them liking in each other exactly what you said- they have what the other lacks (or thinks they do), and still find the other to understand them and be interested in them in every sense of the word, also tol and beauty and smol and cute are def the first thoughts about each other, damn maybe I should have thought about word limit I need more space

Awwww anon I thank you for trying to explain to me why they work!!! But that’s not the problem I have with it at all haha I understand the ship on a superficial level perfectly, that’s why I ship it! I just can’t seem to find myself in the relationship anywhere, so empathizing with it comes harder than it does when it’s MinaJirou haha

Anon said:you draw kirishima's eyes so pretty I can't look away from them

THANK YOU Kirishima’s eyes are super pretty in canon, I’m so so happy I can portray that in my style well enough!!!!! :O

Anon said:Ok, sorry for going through ur hq!! tag sjeow, oh gosh I love ur art and ur art style and I love the way I draw the boys !!!! Aaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! Thank u for blessing my night!!!! I hope something makes ur day the way going through ur art *cough* again *cough* made my day!!! (Also a question: what's ur second fave ship from hq!! after bokuroo?? )

MATSUHANA :O and thank you so so so so much for liking my stuff!!!!!!! I hope you’re having a great day today too, anon!!!

Anon said:I love you Fran, but I completely disagree with what you told the last anon about the idea behind bnha. You had me with the positivity concept, and I would also love it if eri could fix mirio and nighteye, but the rest of that was just so far off to me; and probably for many other fans in this community. Like, first, a story does not have to be the level of snk or dgray man to have bad things happen. That is how all story telling has been since the beginning of time.

A good narrative story is never straight sunshine and happiness throughout, even if it doesn't involve death. People don't just enjoy the bad things that happen in a story because it's realistic or because it's sad, they enjoy it because that is how a story and it's characters grow. They make mistakes and learn from them; these moments help the characters change and pushes them forward through every new obstacle. 

 It helps drive them and gives their stories/actions/ideals meaning and gives the audience a reason to care. And that is where I wonder if we are even reading the same story, because this concept is shown throughout the entirety of bnha. It is no where near the "positive-to-a-naive-point" you seem to believe it is. The story starts off with a weak, defenseless deku being beaten by his once best friend?

Like, I really don't want to sound condescending, but I don't understand how you could come to this conclusion. Bakugou has an inferiority complex from hell and suffers constantly from his own inner turmoil, todoroki has an an abusive father with a horrid childhood, iida's brother/idol was paralyzed and almost killed, shigaraki unknowingly killed his parents as a child, toshinori may still be alive, but all might (the hero) is gone to the world forever,

eri was used and experimented on HER ENTIRE LIFE, believing she was a disease to the world and could only cause suffering. I could go on for pages about the suffering these characters have ALREADY gone through- but that is okay, because the story is better for it. Because we as an audience wouldn't have cared nearly as much for deku's gain of one-for-all, if it wasn't for the trials and turmoil he faced his whole life living as a quirkless child;

Bnha is a positive story, but it does not rely solely on positivity to get by. It is a story about determination; to push back against adversity, to go on even in the face of the unknown or impossible; even if fate itself is against you. It's about climbing your mountains and beyond that, dare I say, beyond plus ultra. It's is not trying to adhere to its genre, it's is trying to be everything the genre could be and more, and as succeeded thus far.

Which is why I can understand the disappointment from the last anon, because solving everything through friendship and "hand holding" has become a norm in this genre specifically- and bnha is anything but quick and easy ways out.

Sorry if this is long, and I really hope you don't take this as an attack against you or your opinion. If that is all bnha is to you, and if that is how you perceive the show, who am I to say you are wrong. But I hope you understand what I have said at least, because you still are a huge inspiration to me as an artist and in this community. Hope the rest of your day goes alright.

Alright, first off, if you don’t want to come off as condescending try and maybe don’t be condescending. I’m nearly sure you didn’t do this consciously, considering how you ended the rant, but going “are we even reading the same story” when you supposedly want a civil exchange of opinions is the worst thing you could do ever. You pretty much said “I don’t wanna disregard your opinion but here is a list of reason why you’re wrong and I’m right”, please next time you mean to keep it civil try and avoid that, because that sounds just as bad as you’d assume.

Second, I thank you for the recap of all the tragic backstories bnha gave us, but my answer was about conclusions to arcs, not beginnings. I literally never once said that bnha is a happy-go-lucky story from start to end, I only said it made an habit of reaching for the best possible conclusion it could ever go for by the end of every arc up until now.

“The story starts off with a weak, defenseless deku being beaten by his once best friend”, sure (aside from the “once best friend”, Deku and Bakugou were never friends to begin with, please do reread the second Kacchan vs Deku for Bakugou’s view on their relationship) that’s how the story starts, and it ends with Deku with the strongest quirk on the planet, mentored by his childhood hero, with a civil and friendly rivalry with his childhood bully, on his way to become the number one hero, happy and loved and respected. “”Bakugou has an inferiority complex from hell and suffers constantly from his own inner turmoil” again, sure, and he could have given in to it and become a villain or let his terrible personality just become worse and worse, every single bad thing happened to him could have made him closer to a bad guy or given him good reasons to go against the heroes, and instead he’s working to become better, is loved and cherished, has friends that will build him up and care for him and risk their lives for him, and is actually in a way healthier place than he was in the beginning. “Todoroki has an an abusive father with a horrid childhood” SURE and now he’s got his mother back, he’s learnt to be the bigger person and put distance between himself and his father to instead use him to reach his own goals, is happy and has friends and, again, he’s supported and loved and is in a way happier place than he was in the beginning. “Toshinori may still be alive, but all might (the hero) is gone to the world forever” yes, and in any other manga the reveal would have brought a whole damn lot of drama and people calling him a fraud and turning against him, but instead that scene is the most heartwarming one in the whole manga, the whole world supporting and loving him and yelling his name to cheer him on

I could go on, but I think I made it pretty clear? Every single arc, be it a character arc or a story arc, starts tragic to end up with the most positive outcome you can have for it. There isn’t one arc that has had a tragic conclusion yet. So is it really that weird for me to think it’s believable and not surprising at all that Eri’s story, for however tragic it might have started as, could also have a happy ending? That this manga never tried to present itself as one in which things can and will turn out for the worse?

I’m not even sure exactly what your incredibly long ask was about, man. What were you trying to prove to me? Which part of the answer I gave were you trying to disprove? You just went on about how sad everyone was at the beginning of the manga as if that proved somehow that Horikoshi isn’t actively working to give everyone the happiest future they could have. 

A recap of my answer is: “I personally don’t mind Eri having a fix-it quirk because it fits well in Nighteye’s plot and falls perfectly in line with how every other arc has turned out for the best up until now”

And you came at me with an eight asks long rant that can be summed up in “you’re wrong because people in the beginning of the story were sad”

Listen. I’m always open to conversations about different opinions and takes on a story. But, again, I’m gonna need you to be polite about it and open to an equal exchange. Simply going at the end “I hope you won’t feel attacked” and “have a nice day” isn’t enough if for the rest of the rant you talked to me as if you were assuming I’m an idiot. And I’m actually gonna need you to properly read my answers before trying to follow up with them, next time. Please. I don’t have the time to rephrase my answers sixty times just because people keep answering without actually reading them.

[sachertortes]

Hi! i love Wintershock, BUT i’d love some Clint/Darcy with Mythical Creatures #3 (if you’re really feeling adventurous, how about Clint/Darcy/Bucky).

@huskiesfan-olicity-wintershock YES GOING THE ADVENTUROUS ROUTE WITH CLINT/DARCY/BUCKY ;) i reworked some teensy things from the prompt but the general idea is still there! I hope you like it - Darcy and her sharpshooter boyfriends, aww

Prompt: Mythical Creatures, #3,  “i keep getting into arguments with one of my classmates about things because they keep saying i’m wrong so i finally scream, ‘how would you know?!?’ and they’re like, ‘because i was THERE!’ and that’s how we all find out that there is a centuries-old vampire taking our British history class”

Pairing: Clint x Darcy x Bucky

Rating: M

Note: There’s vampires, descriptions of blood and blood drinking, etc.

The second Clint notices her, he can feel it. His boyfriend sits up just a little straighter, he stops breathing for a second. Clint was in the middle of telling him about “this sweet new arrow” he’d just customized for himself, but he trails off in the middle of his sentence.

He can’t blame him really.

She’s hard to miss when she walks into their British Art History class, with her long, dark hair, pale skin, and lovely red lips.

Their class is a night class, and every night she’s got a huge travel mug of coffee in her hand.

The professor calls on her often, and her answers are often correct and pretty insightful.

They learn her name.

Darcy.

“You think she’s cute,” Clint teases him one night when they stop by a burger place after class.

He sips at his soda. “Hell yeah.” Then, tentatively, “Don’t you?”

“Yeah, man. She’s fuckin’ gorgeous. And smart as hell. Remember what she said about Greek Mythology and that Waterhouse guy?”

“Well now I know you think she’s cute. You were actually listenin’ tonight.”

Clint chucks a French fry at him, which he picks from his shirt and chews on happily.

He shrugs. “S’okay, Clint. I like her too.”

Clint smirks at him from across the formica table.

One Wednesday night, she walks in and her lips are again a deep shade of red. Almost maroon. Her hair is glossy under the fluorescent light. Clint reaches over to place a hand on his knee.

She’s wearing yoga pants.

He’s got Clint pinned to their couch, shirtless and skin soft and warm.

He palms the blond over the front of his jeans, gently grasping at his hard cock through the fabric. Clint gasps and then retaliates by sucking a mark onto the side of his neck.

“You thinkin’ about her?” Clint growls into his ear. “Thinkin’ about what it’d be like to have her with us? Underneath us?”

“I am now,” he rasps. He nimbly undoes the button to Clint’s pants. “I wanna see her suck you off.”

“Fuck.”

“She won’t know how you like it,” he murmurs into the shell of Clint’s ear and smiles when he feels fingers press into his biceps. “So I’ll have to show her. Maybe we can take turns on ya.”

“Fucking hell,” Clint whimpers and presses himself closer.

There’s not much talking after that.

On Friday night, Darcy is already at her seat when they walk in. He flushes, slightly ashamed of how he and Clint used her image the last time they fucked. He looks over to Clint, and he’s seems a little pink too.

Christ, they’re pathetic.

The lecture begins and they’re doing their usual thing of trying to pay attention but not really.

“You there,” the professor says, pointing straight at Clint. “You in the purple sweatshirt.”

Clint’s head jerks up then he looks behind him. Bucky tries to hide his laughter. As if anyone else in this class wears a purple sweatshirt.

“Why do you think so many members of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood painted their muses as mythical creatures? Nymphs, goddesses, witches?”

Clint shrugs. “Maybe for accuracy? Maybe they were witches,” he says, and their classmates titter.

“They were not witches,” Darcy declares, turning back to glare at them from her seat in the front.

“Well, how would you know?” Clint asks. “You think a lady is just gonna admit that she’s a witch?”

Bucky groans.

“No, but – ”

“Then they could be witches.”

“They’re not!”

“’Cause you knew them personally, right?” Clint snickers.

“I know because I was there!” Darcy yells back.

The class is silent.

Darcy’s mouth is open in shock. She blinks rapidly for a bit then hurriedly begins shoving her papers and books into her bag. She slams the door shut behind her when she leaves.

Even the professor looks shocked.

The class is uncomfortably silent for a bit until someone makes a comment about “stress during midterms” and everyone chuckles, relieved.

“C’mon, we’re apologizin’,” he whispers to Clint as he gathers up their things to go after her. Clint nods. They sit in the back, so they manage to sneak out just fine.

They find her easily in the parking lot. She’s leaning against the hood of her car while sipping from her tumbler.

She rolls her eyes when she spots them.

“What do you want?” she asks, icily.

“To apologize,” Clint answers, fiddling with the strap of his bag. “I don’t know what I was thinking, I shouldn’t have…needled you like that.”

“He thinks he’s funny sometimes,” Bucky supplies giving her what he hopes is a winsome smile. “But he’s not.” Clint elbows him. “What? Sometimes you’re not that funny!”

Darcy smiles a little looking down at the shoes.

“I’m so sorry. I was an ass today and it won’t happen again,” Clint says, reaching for her coffee. “Let us buy you a coffee? Or, wait, if you don’t want coffee, maybe hot chocolate or something.”

“It’s fine,” Darcy insists, trying to get the plastic tumbler away from Clint.

“No, really please let us –”

“Seriously –”

And then Darcy yanks it back from Clint too hard and the container falls to the ground with a thump.

They all stare at the upended tumbler and thanks to the parking lot lights, its dark red contents spilling thickly onto the asphalt.

It takes a moment for his brain to catch up with his eyes, for his brain to form the word, ‘blood’.

“So…I might have meant it when I said that I was there. In 19th century England. I’m kind of a vampire?” she said.

“Kind of?” Bucky says.

“No. Absolutely. I’m absolutely a vampire.” Darcy sighs, tiredly. Bucky tries not to notice the way she’s still staring hungrily at the spilled…stuff…on the ground. Like she’d crouch down and lick it up if she weren’t in front of company.

“What are you gonna do now? Laugh at me? Refer me to university counseling? Try and drive a stake through my heart?”

“Nothing,” Clint says, with a finality in the word.

“…Nothing?” Darcy asks.

“Yeah. You’re a vampire. We’re human. It’s…fine,” Bucky finds himself saying. He means it.

Darcy blinks at the both of them, a pleased look forming on her face. “Okay.”

Clint tilts his head, leans across their table at the campus Starbucks to whisper, “Where do you get your…blood?”

“I have an arrangement with someone. A volunteer,” Darcy answers, picking at but not eating her slice of lemon pound cake. “No worries, my dude, everything’s 100% consensual.”

“Mirrors,” Bucky asks, while flipping through the pages of the textbook they’re supposed to be studying from. He’s curious and also kind of doesn’t want to be caught off guard when they have to walk past one or something.

“No reflection in mirrors, but I show up in pictures and stuff. I don’t know, it’s weird,” Darcy answers. “And Clint, don’t write in that book, it’s mine!”

“What about sunlight?” Clint asks. Darcy’s at their place again, scrolling through their Netflix. She puts a hell of a lot of cooking competitions onto their Watch List for someone who can’t even eat.

“Hm. Not a fan. Hence all the night classes.”

“Dirt,” Bucky says simply one evening when they’re driving.

“Wow. That’s kind of an obscure one. You got that from Bram Stoker, right?”

“Uhh. Not really,” Bucky confesses. “The 90s movie. With Winona Ryder.”

“Nice choice,” Darcy laughs. “But I don’t need to sleep in my native soil. Sounds like a pain in the ass, actually.”

“I thought you were gonna say pain in the neck,” Clint says from the backseat.

Bucky and Darcy groan in unison. “Bucky, stop this car, we’re making him walk home.“

“Soooo…” Clint trails off.

“Yeah?”

“Can you or can you not turn into a swarm of bats and fly away?”

“Oh my god.”

“So…yes?” Bucky asks.

“No!”

“I…kind of have a problem,” Darcy says when they open their apartment door for her. She looks even paler than usual, ashen even, and she seems unsteady on her feet. They usher her inside and she slumps onto their couch before continuing. “The ‘volunteer’ I told you about? Ian moved back to England like two weeks ago. I’ve been holding off and drinking animal blood since then but…I’m not feeling great, to be honest.”

She looks at them and then away, ashamed. “I know we haven’t known each other too long and I never would even presume to ask otherwise –”

“You can drink from me,” Clint says quickly, and Bucky wants nothing more than to smack him upside the head. They were trying to work out a way to ask Darcy to go with them first, to see if she even wanted to, if she even liked humans. This – this is way too much, too soon.

“Clint,” he rumbles, lowly.

“What? Look at her, she doesn’t look good. No offense, sweetheart.”

Darcy shrugs one shoulder.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek. “Alright. If you want to.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ll need to eat after,” Darcy says, perking up a little. “Lots of iron, vitamins, that sort of thing. For the blood loss.”

Bucky’s on his phone in seconds, googling madly and then mentally putting together something from the meager contents of their kitchen.

“I just want to reassure you that um,” Darcy fiddles with the hair tie on her wrist. “Some of the more traditional vampires, especially the older generations intertwine the whole sex and blood drinking thing. Us younger ones,” she continues as if she wasn’t alive when horse-drawn carriages were a thing. “We don’t really do that anymore, so you don’t have to worry about…” she trails off, sliding a significant glance between he and Clint.

Before he can even formulate a response, (his brain is still stuck on the imagery of sex and blood and Darcy), Clint beats him to it.

“That would be alright, though, if you wanted.”

She looks at them, confused. “If I wanted what?”

“Y’know, um. The sex thing. And…more.”

Darcy blinks owlishly. “Oh! But I thought that you two, aren’t you…?”

“Yes, we are,” Clint explains. “But, uh…” He’s getting pink and he rubs a hand over the back of his neck.

“We’d been planning on askin’ you out,” Bucky finishes for him. “Both of us.”

“Both of you,” Darcy repeats.

“Yeah. But I mean, if you don’t want that –“

“No! Oh my god, I mean yes. Yes, I’d want that too!” Darcy shyly looks up at them, smiling a little and he can’t help but grin back, relief shimmering through him.

And with that, they get started. He’s nervous like he was for his first date with Clint.

“Okay, so, I’m going to drink from your neck. It only hurts for like, a second then you should start feeling…really nice. Kind of woozy and sleepy and happy.” She pauses and waits for Clint to acknowledge that he understands. Clint nods and she continues. “Afterwards, I’ll lick your wound to close it and then you should have a little something to eat and drink. Okay?”

Clint nods again.

“Alright. Umm, how about you sit here in front of the sofa. That way I’m behind you and I’m at the right height.” Darcy begins to tie her hair back.

“Should I stay?” Bucky asks, not sure if he’ll be breaching some sort of etiquette.

“Of course. You can stay if you want. Especially if all three of us are – if we’re going to be…”

“Oh.” Bucky smiles gently. “Then I’m staying.”

Then she leans down to Clint’s neck, and places her mouth over him and begins to drink.

Clint is silent and he begins to worry that he’s hiding his pain until Clint moans. It’s the same exact one he draws from him when he’s got his hand wrapped around his cock.

Darcy looks up and stares at him, through her lashes. He’d never seen her like this before, eyes bright and alert, with her cheeks flushed. He supposes it makes sense that she always seemed only pale and placid - she is a vampire. Her pretty lips are still attached to the curve of his boyfriend’s neck where he can see the slight throbbing of a vein as it pumps blood into Darcy’s mouth.

He doesn’t feel jealous. On the contrary, a soft groan is torn from him when he takes in the sight of Clint baring his throat, of Darcy’s slim fingers threaded into his boyfriend’s hair to hold him still.

When she’s done, when she’s laving over Clint’s neck to close the wounds, he’s not surprised to find that his dick is half-hard.

Still, he goes into the kitchen to prepare a glass of orange juice and a peanut butter and banana sandwich.

Clint manages to drink and eat without issue, albeit just a little slowly.

Afterwards, they position Clint into a comfortable position on the couch. Darcy even pulls a blanket over him.

“Hmmmmmm,” Clint says, smiling as his eyes drift shut. “S’real good. Thanks, Darcy. Thanks, Buck.”

Darcy giggles, brushes spiky blond hair off of his forehead and says, “Clint will be out of commission for an hour or two at least.”

She walks over to him, then crowds him until he’s on back on the armchair. There’s a carnal gleam in her eyes when she sits on his lap and straddles him.

He swallows against a dry throat. A drop of red is at the corner of her lips. He reaches up with his thumb and pushes it back into her mouth. Her tongue is still slightly warm from the blood and he can’t hold back a noise from the back of his throat when she sucks on finger so hard her cheeks hollow.

She releases his thumb, and murmurs, “Any ideas for what we can do while we wait?”

[meepface]

 i don’t want to even think about the mountain of things i am supposed to get done tonight for my classes tomorrow

1: is there a boy/girl in your life? 

yessss

2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? 

yeah, i do. i’m trying to forgive more  

3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” 

a cat

4: what’s something you really want right now? 

a glass of wine bc i feel tense and nervous and sad and wine makes me calm n sleepy

5: are you afraid of falling in love? 

i definitely was at one point. still am juuuust a lil. being vulnerable with someone is so scary and letting someone really get to know all of you and giving them the power to hurt you is so terrifying to me lmao but i trust that my gf is gonna be gentle with me

6: do you like the beach? 

nah i am terrified of the ocean and i just don’t see the appeal

7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? 

yes

8: what’s the background on your cell? 

my lock screen is a cute picture of childish gambino and my home screen is my girlfriend at a carnival we went to

9: name the last four beds you were sat on? 

??? mine, my brother’s, my parent’s and my friend Kate’s

10: honestly, are things going the way you planned? 

not really but not all of it is bad

11: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? 

a boy i made friends with in spanish!!! 

12: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? 

emotional for sure

13: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? 

the zoo if it’s not really hot outside but i like em both

14: are you tired? 

yes a little but not enough to go to sleep lmao i was so tired today and i passed tf out while i was with my gf today and i haven’t been tired since. i might drink some wine so i can fuckin calm down and sleep though

15: how long have you known your 1st phone contact? 

lmfaooo since like 6th grade i think. he was my first “boyfriend” and now he works at whataburger so i see him every once in a while and he always says hi and is excited to see me. he’s a nice dude but i’m probably gay lmao so

16: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? 

noooooo all my exes are ugleeeee and gross and have bad personalities

17: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? 

no it is way too early i do not feel ready for Marriage Level Commitment yet

18: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? 

none

19: is there a certain quote you live by? 

“be kinder and gentler, thank you” and lately: “sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, so what. that’s one of my favorite things to say. so what.”

20: what’s on your mind? 

i am: Sad a lil bit and i wanna talk to someone bc i am lonely as hell. also my brother managed to get a free ticket to harry styles tomorrow from his friend and i’m salty as all hell bc he knows like!!!!!!! two songs

21: do you have any tattoos? 

a sun and moon on my wrists and “lovely” on my left bicep

22: next time you will kiss someone on the lips? 

tomorrow !!!

23: who are you texting? 

i was texting my friend Kate a little bit but now nobody 

24: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? 

yeppp

25: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? 

yeet my good pal Joe and also my friend Brendon (except we haven’t talked in forever and i miss him a lot he was my besssttt friend for sooo long and now he lives in fucking Alaska lmao anyway) and also my brother

26: do you think anyone has feelings for you? 

yes

27: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? 

i get told that fairly often actually

28: were you single on valentines day?

nope

29: has anyone upset you in the last week? 

yes

30: have you ever cried over a text? 

oh yeah plenty

31: where’s your last bruise located? 

my ankle bc i had a really bad spider bite and it turned into a bruise lmfao i probably should’ve gotten that checked out bc it was making me sick but it’s gone now so it’s chill

32: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? 

hmmm probably that one day at work last week where i was Crying in front of customers lmao but also today when my dad was being a dick to my mom and i was awkwardly standing in the kitchen with them

33: who was the last person you were on the phone with? 

my mom!!! i called her bc there were two dogs just runnin around on the side of the busy highway and i was scared they were gonna get hit but i was already late to work so i couldn’t stop and save em so i was calling my mom to see if she could go save em or at least post somewhere about them

34: do you wear hats if you’re having a bad hair day? 

yaaa i love hats

35: would you ever go bald if it was the style? 

no i don’t have the face for that

36: do you make supper for your family? 

not really but sometimes i make everyone dessert bc that’s all i’m somewhat good at

37: does your bedroom have a door? 

yeah thank god

38: does anything on your body hurt? 

my head and my throat and my stomach and also like .... my soul u know

39: are goodbyes hard for you? 

depends

40: how is your hair? 

not cooperative 

41: do you wish you were somewhere else right now? 

no i am content with being alone in my room right now

42: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? 

i have plenty of people who make me smile

43: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night? 

i was so exhausted yesterday and that was making me emotional as fuck and i was telling my girlfriend how much i love her and started crying so many happy tears and i was just thinking about how i needed to go the fuck to sleep before i kept Embarrassing myself but also that i love my gf a lot

44: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? 

oh all the mcfuckin’ time!!! i cry a lot

45: how old will you be in 5 months? 

20 but make it 6 months and i’ll be 21!!!!! 

46: where is your mum right now? 

she’s in the office probably emailing people

47: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? 

yessss

48: how many people have you liked in the past three months? 

one

49: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? 

yes

50: will you talk to the person you like tonight? 

i hope so

51: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?

i mean as long as it was like, somethin not really bad then no i wouldn’t care but my gf doesn’t like that kinda stuff 

52: who was your last received call from? 

my brother asking me if i could pick him up from school today and his phone was dying and to please answer asap or he’d have to ride the bus and i was literally taking a nap w my girlfriend when he sent that and i saw it and was gonna respond but i just sorta fell asleep again lmao and i responded ten minutes later saying i could go get him but his phone had died and he was already on the bus so i felt bad

53: have you ever trusted someone too much? 

yeah lol 

54: do you get along with girls? 

yes!!! i love girls

55: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? 

i don’t think so???

56: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? 

yes :)))

[asomeonenamedjey]

can you answer all 150 in like a master post, you can take all the time you want, but honestly, I love knowing all that I can about my friends and people answering asks is like, my kink, so pls jey

 LETS DO THIS (under the cut)

1.Who was the last person you held hands with? my friend ellie

2. Are you outgoing or shy? shy

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? it would be nice to see my pal @imametaphwhore​

4. Are you easy to get along with? i guess so?

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? idk most likely my friends 

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? feminine boys when it comes to looks and pursinalety wise i tend to find myself attracted to ppl who seem ultra anxious

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? lmao no

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? ...no one really atleast not in a romantic sence

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? not really tbh

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? my friend ellie...but it wasnt that

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “what do you wanna eat that isnt pizza”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? the entire wintergatan and detektivbyran albums

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? i liked it when it was long but ppl cant really do it anymore since its short but i love it so so much

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? miracles? no luck..sure

15. What good thing happened this summer? i got out of a toxic friendship and i grew as a purson

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? ...i think i kissed my mom a few weeks ago

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? yeah but not in the green human like thing with big black eyes sort of way

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? never had one

19. Do you like bubble baths? hell no

20. Do you like your neighbors? tbh i have no clue if i even have neighbors...

21. What are you bad habits? i actually tend to be really mean to others as a way to take out my anger in myself rather than properly managing self hatred and stuff..idk i know its bad and i want to stop =/

22. Where would you like to travel? germany!

23. Do you have trust issues? no but it takes me a long long time to warm up to someone

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? getting to watch wintergatan videos

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? idk tbh i actually dont mind my body much, i mean yeah it would be nice to look more masculen but i dont hate my body

26. What do you do when you wake up? to my desk where my computer is

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? darker

28. Who are you most comfortable around? aside from family? idk i recently got really confterble with my pals ellie its been a while since ive gotten so close to someone 

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? again i never dated anyone

30. Do you ever want to get married? not really

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? a tiny tiny one near the top

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? ....idk im not really attracted to anyone in that sort of way

33. Spell your name with your chin. ujew7yu

34. Do you play sports? What sports? no..

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? without TV

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? never liked anyone period

37. What do you say during awkward silences? nothing...

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? dont have one... jessie eisenberg is pretty though

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? tbh i really like looking around in toy stores...

40. What do you want to do after high school? im not sure i might make music i might do more art i might become a doctor..im not sure

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? yes but if you fuck it up you deserve nothing

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? im not too loud in the first place but im probubly overwelmed

43. Do you smile at strangers? no

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? yes

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? wintergatan..

46. What are you paranoid about? that ppl just think im gross are only talk to me out of pitty

47. Have you ever been high? no but my sister has lmao

48. Have you ever been drunk? no but my sister has lmao

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? yeah

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? navy green

51. Ever wished you were someone else? quite a few times acttually haha

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? i wish i was cis

53. Favourite makeup brand? dont like makeup

54. Favourite store? ...hot topic..i dont buy clothes from there though

55. Favourite blog? star-nebula

56. Favourite colour? desatuated blues and reds i hate greens, yellows, and oranges

57. Favourite food? spaghetti+bread

58. Last thing you ate? mashed potatos and potato salad

59. First thing you ate this morning? 3 hashbrowns

60. Ever won a competition? For what? rythmic gysnastics

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? no..

62. Been arrested? For what? stepping on my dogs foot...he yelped and i turned myself in

63. Ever been in love? no

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? never had one

65. Are you hungry right now? i just ate mashed potatos and potato salad

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? alot of my real friends are also my tumblr friends

67. Facebook or Twitter? hate both

68. Twitter or Tumblr? tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now? no

70. Names of your bestfriends? ellie emily and maka

71. Craving something? What? nothing

72. What colour are your towels? green

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2 body pillows and 1 small square one

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? no there annoying

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? 3 but all of them are smol and on my shelf

75. Favourite animal? i like whales

76. What colour is your underwear? dark green

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? vanilla

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? green tea

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? black

80. What colour pants? grey

81. Favourite tv show? none atm

82. Favourite movie? why stop now

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? heathers

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? none

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? dont like the movie

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? dory

87. First person you talked to today? my mom

88. Last person you talked to today? my mom

89. Name a person you hate? fuckin ethan

90. Name a person you love? emily maka ellie charlie

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? no im chill

92. In a fight with someone? no im chill

93. How many sweatpants do you have? like 4

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? 3

95. Last movie you watched? hethers

96. Favourite actress? dont have one

97. Favourite actor? as i said i like jesse eisenberg alot

98. Do you tan a lot? no

99. Have any pets? 2 betta fish and an old dog i love them

100. How are you feeling? good alittle tired and a little bitter sweet

101. Do you type fast? i think so?

102. Do you regret anything from your past? toxic friendship i was in

103. Can you spell well? lmao no

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? my uncle sam, he’s gone now though

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? yeah

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? probubly

107. Have you ever been on a horse? yeah her name was penelope

108. What should you be doing? studying german

109. Is something irritating you right now? idk im tired of most humans atm

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? ive wanted physical affection from someone so bad it hurt but nothing romantic

111. Do you have trust issues? no not really

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? my friend grechen i think

113. What was your childhood nickname? birth name..nothing speacial

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? oh yeah 100%

115. Do you play the Wii? not anymore but i have one

116. Are you listening to music right now? yeah

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? sorta

118. Do you like Chinese food? yeah

119. Favourite book? idk

120. Are you afraid of the dark? no but sometimes my imaganation gets the best of me

121. Are you mean? yes and i dont like it

122. Is cheating ever okay? no not ever

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? i cant keep black shoes clean take a lucky guess

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? no

125. Do you believe in true love? no

126. Are you currently bored? not really

127. What makes you happy? music art wintergatan

128. Would you change your name? already did (not officaly but whatever)

129. What your zodiac sign? leo

130. Do you like subway? its alright

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? tell them im not into them and see what happens

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? i think i already answered this

133. Favourite lyrics right now? none right now

134. Can you count to one million? anyone can if they have the time

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? “i didnt kick that kid” I WAS 6 OK SHUT UP

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? closed

137. How tall are you? 5′3 i think

138. Curly or Straight hair? straight

139. Brunette or Blonde? brunette

140. Summer or Winter? fall

141. Night or Day? night

142. Favourite month? dont have one april i guess

143. Are you a vegetarian? no

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? milk

145. Tea or Coffee? tea

146. Was today a good day? yeah

147. Mars or Snickers? snickers

148. What’s your favourite quote? “Talent is totally overrated patience and hard work is all you need”

149. Do you believe in ghosts? no

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line “my death-wound fron the side whence i expecten no ill, and be safe on that where i looked for most danger”