#the cheekbones match mike

[chirpsythismorning]

how yall doing

[cat-mentality]

It's funny really, how much the children have taken from their adoptive parents.

How looking at them is something akin to looking in a mirror.

Richarlyson who has a little bit of every one of his parents. Pac's warm eyes, Felp's curly hair, Mike's smile. Richarlyson who loves building, who is curious and adventurous, who always has a witty remark in the tip of his tongue, who is so protective of those he loves, who has so much love to give.

Pomme with Pierre's smile and Baghera's eyes. Pomme who is fierce and clever, who loves deeply and selflessly, who will take charge of any situation and bows to no one, who stands strong even in the face of the worst adversary.

Empanada whose hair is a mixture of Bagi's and Mouse's, whose eyes are just like Tina's, who laughs and smiles like Niki, the same sharp teeth. Empanada who is kind and gentle and loving, who likes soft things and to take care of her animals, who loves her siblings and would do anything for them.

Sunny with Tubbo's smile, who doesn't recognize the features of her other parents in her face, she has Pol's warm brown eyes, Lenay's cherry red lips and round cheekbones, Slime's light brown hair. Sunny who clung to the person who loved her dearly, who is witty and hardworking, who looks at things and is never satisfied with how they are, who always wants them to be better, who never settles for scraps.

Pepito with Carre's bright green eyes, Quackity's dimpled smile, who doesn't recognize his hair color as matching with Rivers', who doesn't even know he and Mariana match with their glasses. Pepito with his love for movies and spiders, with his drawings and his bright smile, who likes Amarantos and helping people, who laughs and laughs at every little thing, a bundle of joy.

It's tragic really, how much the children have taken from their adoptive parents.

How looking at them is something akin to looking in a mirror.

Richarlyson who has never had a birthday with all his family together and unharmed by the world, Richarlyson who despite the best effort of his fathers has known tragedy as much as he has known joy. 

Richarlyson who puts a smile on his face, like his pai Forever, who hides his pain because he can’t think about burdening them with his feelings when he knows how much they have suffered, how much they keep on suffering, Richarlyson who knows they hide things from him to protect him and wants to return the favor, wants to give as much as they have given him. Richas who tries to be a beacon of light, who just wants to protect people, who wants them to be happy and safe even if that means putting himself in harm’s way.

Richas who smiles so brightly, who jokes even in the darkest moments, and that makes people forget he is only a child. Who is treated as older than he truly is, as stronger than he truly is, as if people don’t realize how fragile, how young he is. Richas like his pai Pac, trying to turn every dark moment into a joke in the futile hope that it will make things hurt less, that downplays every nightmare that comes his way because if he can joke about it, it couldn’t be that bad right? He is fine! Look at him, smiling and joking, and breaking down when no one can see him.

Richarlyson, who likes his pai Cellbit has a part of himself that he is terrified of. A darkness that spreads around his chest, that comes to light in bursts that leave him shaken and scared in their wake, Richarlyson who is scared of himself, who doesn’t understand where he come from, why those things happen to him, Richarlyson who is so much like the little boy Cellbit doesn’t remember being, the little boy Bagi has searched her whole life for. Richas who, just like his pai, tries to push that part away, as deep as he can, because he is terrified that it will cause harm to the people he loves, who will every single time choose to be the one harmed over them without thinking twice.

Pomme who was born with a target on her back and a weapon in her hands. Pomme who has had to fight for her right to exist just as much as she had to fight for the love of her parents, Pomme shaped by the eternal guilt of those moments where others had to risk their lives for her sake, marked by the initial rejection.

Pomme who thinks she must protect her sibling and her parents even if that means hurting herself, Pomme who would gladly, easily, set herself on fire for the sake of others. Pomme wh, like her dads Pierre and Antoine, hides her problems deep inside because she would never want to share her burdens and her pains with others, who wants to fix things herself without having to involve others.

Like her mother Baghera, who wants to protect everyone, who will spread herself thin trying to do the right thing, trying to keep her loved ones safe and happy. Pomme who loves without expecting the same level of devotion back, who loves even when she doesn't believe she will receive anything in return. A warrior out of need, made a survivor by the world around her.

Like her father Etoiles who finds comfort in holding a weapon, in fighting a battle. Pomme like Etoiles who looks at her loved ones and puts herself as their protector, who bases her worth on her ability to keep them safe. If she can't protect them, if she can't help them when they need, then what is her worth? Why would they love her if she failed in her only duty? Pomme like Etoiles who takes the burden on her shoulders because she cannot imagine she will be worthy of their love otherwise, because she believes it's what she needs to do even if no one would ever tell her so.

Empanada who doesn't fit.

Like Bagi, a stranger in a strange land, someone to whom people still look at with distrust sometimes, wrapped in the knowledge that at the end of the day everyone else has other priorities, others they will seek first, others they will always love more and at peace with it no matter how much it hurts. Empanada, like her mamãe, used to chase after ghosts of affection, clinging to scraps because for the most part of her life that is all she had.

Like Tina, hiding parts of herself in a desperate attempt to be loved. Chopping away the ugly bits, the things she believes no one wants to see, that no one would ever love, the hard parts, pushing it all away because she is terrified of what they will think of her if they see it. Empanada like her Eomma, who doesn't believe people will love her if they see the darkness inside of her heart, if they knew what she lived through before the Island.

Like Niki, still struggling to find her place, to feel like she is part of everything, feeling that she is always at the fringes of everything, never a part of whatever is happening.

Like Jaiden, the mother she never met. Haunted by the past, alone in her grief and her sadness because she cannot burden her siblings, who all have the same trauma, because they all need to heal even if she stays shattered because it is her job to protect them and she has failed too much already, because she doesn't believe others will offer her support since she is still a stranger to them, Empanada who doesn't know the woman who she shares so much with, who is still unsure if she will ever be accepted by her.

Sunny who clung to Tubbo with desperation because he was there, who tries so hard to be loved, to be accepted, to be trusted, who bases her worth in that. Sunny like her father, feeling like a stranger, feeling left out, desperately trying to carve a place for herself into the hearts of others because she is starving for love but cannot put those feelings into words, cannot bear the vulnerability of truly asking for it.

Little child who like her father never feels like she is enough. Sunny, who smiles brightly, who is happy and energetic, who acts as if she is the best because deep inside she believes she is the opposite. Sunny who takes rejection as a proof of her own failure to be loved, who puts on herself the burden because if they can love everyone else, if they can accept all the children but her, surely she is the problem right?

Sunny like Tubbo who shoves her insecurities as deep as she can, who pretends they don't exist unless she is with those she trusts the most because she wants to be strong, she wants to be good, she wants to be loved.

Pepito who is not as much of a mirror to their parents as they are a glimpse into the past, as to whom they used to be before the world crushed their spirits and mind. Pepito who is loved by people who hate themselves so deeply that they cannot help but hate them as well.

Pepito who just like Roier smiles no matter what is happening around them, who hides everything behind said smile, who doesn't want to let sadness cloud their vision, to damper their optimism, who clings to the good parts, not yet tainted by the betrayals and loss that changed the apa they never saw smile. Pepito like Mariana, like the man they have never meet, the father that is barely spoken of, who pushes pain and grief away, who laughs and ignores the bad bits because it would shatter them, like it shattered this ghost of a father.

Pepito who loves freely, carelessly, who opens their heart to everyone, Pepito who sees goodness even when there is nothing good, who trusts people, who wants to be exactly like this apa Quackity with his sad eyes, who believes they can fix people, that they can make them happy, that has hope that better things are to come. Pepito who will always put everyone else's happiness before their own.

Pepito, who is cursed with the love of people who know loss like an old friend, a constant companion, Pepito who is a ghost of siblings they will never know, forever in the shadows of their loss. Pepito who is loved by people who are just waiting for the moment the world will break Pepito's spirit, for the moment they, cursed as they believe themselves to be, will somehow destroy this child because their hands have proven time and time again that they are not made for softness, for protection. Pepito whose joy is a curse, an offense for people whose hearts cannot stand to be hurt more, who don't believe that goodness and purity can last.

The children are the mirrors of their parents, for better or worse.

[storyweaverofgondor]

Electra Redesign

Well, this one took a while. IRL stuff put this on hold for a while but he's finally done. This redesign was done in the same vain as my Rusty Redesign and my Greaseball Redesign.

My thought behind this one was to lean into his iconic original look but with a twist. I ended up abandoning the teal for a more blue and purple look, with a few red accents to really pop. I had him be primarily white since that lends itself more to the idea of him being sleek and new. Also, white stage costumes tend to make performers often look like they're glowing under the lights which i thought would be a good vibe for him. I also chose this palette with the idea that he'd match more with his components, who would keep their purple, blue and red palettes but with darker bases so Electra remains easily identifiable.

His helmet is based off of the sleek rounded look many of the electric engines i looked up have.

Of course, i had to give him a giant mohawk. It just wouldn't be Electra without an epic and over dramatic color block mohawk with lightning bolts. I added a bit of a mullet tail for possible sassy hair tossing potential. Also to really lean into that campy over the top 80s vibe. My thought was that his mike would either be hidden by the high collar or the skullcap/helmet that keeps his hair in place.

I kept his makeup very much on brand with his classic look, big lashes and star points highlighting his cheekbones, though in this case it's lightning bolts. I gave him bright red lips to pull that part of the palette into his face.

As with my Greaseball design i leaned very heavily into the optical illusion department, though to a lesser extent. I gave him wide pauldrons and a 'V' design on the front to give a broad shouldered but slim appearance. His pauldrons have a sharp point and design to to really push that illusion.

This costume wound have several layers, consisting of a bodysuit/leotard, short vest with the collar and the back monitor (pictured in the right corner) and a separate front piece with the chest monitor which would attach to the vest and belt as well as the bodysuit/leotard by snaps. This would subtly build out the performers upper body and reinforce the 'V' shape.

Since part of Electra's thing is him putting on a show and being a spectacle i added lots of things on the costume that would light up. Little yellow lights sticking out of the hair, lights on his thighs and from the monitors on his back and chest.

@tending-the-hearth @goblin-iz-whack I'd love to hear what you think! I, for one, am really happy with how he turned out.

References under the cut.

[sevenseasofbye]

how i imagine it would be to be married to michael corleone (gender neutral)

𖤞 side-by-side rulers: the most powerful couple in the mafia. you would be the most trusted, most powerful consigliere.

𖤞 extremely protective: he would always have people come with you on shopping excursions and jobs. if anyone tried to harm you (and you didn’t take care of them yourself) he would find them and absolutely fucking lay them out

𖤞 trust: he trusts you with everything and anything. you’re always at his meetings

𖤞 outfits: always wearing something matching when you have a meeting (same color tie, matching cufflinks), nothing too flashy but something just for you two.

𖤞 physical affection: when it’s just the two of you in bed, alone, he likes to trace your cheekbones and the lines of your collarbones (he has a huge collarbone thing) and kiss your temples a lot. in public, he might kiss your cheek, but he only ever kisses you on the mouth in bed during sex.

𖤞 sex: he likes it. rough. vigorous. plentiful. he’s always the top and always up for new positions.

𖤞 anger: he has yelled at you when frustrated, but he never hit you. he does not cheat, but he does bring other women/men into bed sometimes when he wants to experiment.

𖤞 children: he loves the children with every ounce of his heart and is extremely protective and possessive of them and you when you’re pregnant. he spoils them a lot and tries to help them understand that he loves them but has a complicated job.

𖤞 jobs: you carry out jobs with some of the other caporegimes if you’re feeling generous, but you have a brilliant mind and help mike plan killings and other things. you’re both also extreme workaholics and usually end up in the office until 4 am working and talking.

𖤞 jealous: he trusts you and doesn’t get jealous when you talk to someone else. you know your place with him, and he knows his place with you.

[starsarefire824]

Chapter 28

Harsh light flashes in Will’s face, and he is suddenly awake. He squeezes his eyes shut and opens them again, squinting as they adjust. It’s the same orange and purple bright white light from the club. It lights up Harper’s bedroom and then steals itself away, shrouding him in darkness in an even beat. It matches some song from last night he can’t quite remember the words to. It keens to him softly from somewhere he can’t place. Will turns around, sitting up on his elbow and creasing his brow in confusion, to find…. Mike is still laying beside him, awake and watching. He smiles when Will catches his gaze, cheekbones dusted in silver glitter, and pulls him into a languid, sleep-soaked kiss.

“Hi Will,” he whispers against his lips and sighs a deep waking up breath.

Will beams, and presses his forehead to his. “Hey,” he replies.

“It’s Thanksgiving,” Mike murmurs, like an afterthought. “How did you sleep?”

“Good. For once,” Will says lightly and stretches his limbs. A yawn overtakes him and he raises his arms above his head and shuts his eyes. “How about—”

Will opens them again and the light steals away, enshrouding them in darkness for a split second and then…..Troy is peering back at him, He grins and his brown eyes are murky with want, cheekbones shimmering the same as Mike's. He strokes his fingers along Will’s cheek, stealing the air from his lungs. He reels back slightly, but then in a blink Troy is Mike again, smiling and kissing him gently, the feel of his body on him making Will ignite. But when Will opens his eyes, he changes again, and then it's....Henry. Except for the glitter bringing out the harsh angles of his thin face, he appears exactly how Will saw him in his visions, when Hawkins had almost been swallowed up by hell. Wearing all white, a young blonde man with eyes like ice and a virulent smile stares back at him. “Will,” he whispers, his expression creasing with concern and pressing at Will’s chest so he’s on his back. “What is wrong?”

[peterpparkrr]

like real people do (pt 4)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x pianist!reader

Summary: You and Eddie interact at school. 

A/N: I’m obsessed with these two absolute nerds.

part 1 part 2 part 3

Eddie didn’t mean to lurk. 

Truly. 

But you’d asked him to meet you in the music room during his free period and who was he to deny you? 

Eddie had honestly expected you to ignore him at school. He wasn't entirely sure why he was expecting it, but you have your friend group. And there was no reason for you to start spending time with him when he knew that even though you found his… quirks… appealing, your friends most certainly did not. 

But you’d walked right up to him as he’d been chatting with Mike and Dustin between first and second period and asked him to come to the music room during his free period when you had your independent study. 

Maybe it was his slacker tendencies, but he hadn’t expected you to actually be working during what was essentially your free period too.

But you were in the middle of playing one of the most beautiful pieces of music he’s ever heard. 

He would never publicize this fact, and would vehemently deny it to anyone but you, but Eddie loved classical music. The sound of a full orchestra? It vibrated through your bones the same way a good heavy metal concert did.

The piano concerto you were playing filled him with that same feeling. And there was something about the way you seemed almost lost in the music.

It was like a trance. The way your head leaned over the keys, claiming the instrument as your own in a way that looked possessive. Your fingers flew at a speed that seemed almost impossible before slowing down, and tenderly plucking at the keys as gently as a church mouse. 

You were ethereal.

“Eddie!” You exclaimed when you had finished and looked up. Realizing there was someone else in the room. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long,” Eddie lied. “Just didn’t want to interrupt.”

“I wouldn’t have minded,” You reply with a wide smile as you beckon him closer, to come join you on the piano bench. 

“What are you practicing?” Eddie asks as he slides onto the bench to sit beside you. Appreciative of the small bench, that demands that his leg press against yours as you sit side by side.

“I should be practicing the Mendelssohn piece,” You admit as you glance down at the music currently sitting on the music stand. “I’m performing it at the orchestra hall next month.”

“But that was a piece I’ve been writing,” You tell Eddie with a shy shrug.

“You wrote that?” Eddie asks as he feels a broad smile pulling at his lips.

“Yeah, it’s not- I’m not done with it, obviously, but I just have all this music in my head that I need to get out,” You try to explain, rambling with nervousness.

“You are… incredible,” Eddie murmurs as he presses a reassuring hand to the side of your face, gently stroking your cheekbone as he lifts your head slightly as your eyes flicker up to meet his own.

You feel a smile growing on your own face to match Eddie’s before you lean forward the last few inches and close the space between you and press your lips to his. 

Eddie eagerly returns your kiss, bringing his other hand up to cradle the back of your neck as his tongue slips between your lips. 

“Is this what you do? Seduce your men with your music and then make out with them?” Eddie asks when the two of you finally break apart, smirking at you.

“Um-” You murmur as your cheeks warm and your eyes flicker back down.

“Don’t get shy on me now sweetheart,” Eddie replies. “I love your rebellious side.” 

“I’m supposed to be practicing,” You reply.

“Nice try,” Eddie says. “But you’re the one that asked me to meet you here. And the one who kissed me.”

“You might have everyone else fooled,” Eddie continues. “But I know just how much a bad girl you are.”

“Go somewhere else now, and let me practice,” You reply as you turn away from Eddie and bring your hands back up to the piano keys.

“I think I’ll stay and enjoy the show,” Eddie replies. 

He doesn’t even mean it in the flirty way that you hear it. But something about the way Eddie speaks to you always makes you blush. Especially now that the two of you are… well, doing whatever you’re doing. 

Hanging out. Making out. Seeing each other. Romantically.

You try to push all of the non-musical thoughts currently clouding your head from your mind as you turn the Mendelssohn piece to it’s beginning and begin.

“Your music,” You announce as you come up behind Jeff. Your arm outstretched to hold a pile of piano music out in front of his face. 

He grabs onto the pile of sheet music with both hands before twisting around in his chair to beam up at you. 

“Thank you!” He tells you as he begins to flip through to see what songs you’ve given him. 

He oohs and ahhs appreciatively while you stand beside him.

“Do you want to sit with us?” Jeff asks when he realizes you’re still standing there.

“Sure,” You tell him with a smile as you move to take the open seat between him and one of the freshman boys in their Dungeons and Dragons club.

“Hey hey hey!” Eddie suddenly shouts from a few chairs over. “She can sit over here,” He announces 

You smirk at Eddie as he shuffles Gareth down a seat, pushing everyone into the open chair you were about to take so you can sit next to him. You like that he doesn’t have a subtle bone in his body.  It reassures you that he likes you as much as you like him.

“Hi,” You greet him as you sit down beside him. Placing your lunch box on the table in front of you.

“Hey,” Eddie replies. “Are you sure your friends aren’t going to report you missing?”

“They know where I am, they’re all working on the newspaper today anyway,” You tell him with a shrug. “So it was eating with you guys or staying in the music room.”

“Glad to know I’m a second choice,” Eddie replies with a faux hurt as he places a hand to his chest.

“I’m sure you’ll get over it,” You reply with a shrug as you laugh.

“Eddie! When are we going to the forests of ​​Makbar?” One of the guys shouts down the table at Eddie.

Your brows furrow as you turn to look at him in confusion.

“Wednesday after school, same as every week,” Eddie replies with a labored sigh.

You silently raise an eyebrow at him when Eddie glances over at you next. 

“DnD,” Eddie explains. “The party is currently traveling through the Valley of the Five Kings heading for the Forests of Makbar to hunt down a religious cult.”

“Ahh,” You reply with a nod even though none of those words make a lick of sense to you.

“You should play with us some time,” Eddie replies.

“Oh… um,” You stutter.

“Only if you’re interested,” Eddie adds quickly when he sees your hesitation, not wanting to make you feel like you have to do anything. He knows it’s probably not your thing.

“I’ve just never played,” You explain. “I would have no idea what I was doing.”

“I’ll teach you,” Eddie replies with a shrug as if it’s no trouble at all.

[henrysglock]

for what i remember you by as a writer, there's so much to choose from, but i'll pick the one that grabbed me when i first started reading your stuff:

from paper faces, chapter 15. i just remember this whole bit hitting me like a ton of bricks and i sat there going "this guy gets it. he gets both these characters so well." i love the little bits of character acting that give way to henry's thoughts and feelings, matched with will's sincerity as a character but also his willingness to act/manipulate to get what he wants...

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Something fundamental shifted in Henry’s face, a mixture of depthless sadness and yawning misery rising to the surface to replace his earlier distrustful confusion as he stared down at Will. A little more, reach a little further.

“I…”

“I understand, Henry, I do. We’re the same, in that way. I was scared once, too, remember? [...]…and I know what it’s like to be alone, Henry. Loneliness is such a terrible beast, a child would cling to a perfect stranger for fear of it. [...], it was just you and me against the world, then, wasn’t it? You never had anyone like that, did you?”

The way Henry dropped his gaze to the water spoke volumes, spurring Will to go in for the kill.

“So if you really want me here by your side so badly…then I can’t, in good conscience, leave you all on your own. Like I said…just keep your word, and let Mike go. It’s okay. You can let him go,” Will squeezed Henry’s hand, working to make sure that the soft smile on his face as he brushed his opposite thumb across the smooth, unscarred skin atop the older man’s cheekbone never slipped. “I’ll stay. You won’t be alone, Henry. You win, I’m not going anywhere.”

The rope hit the water with a muted splash as Henry released it to scrub a hand across the cheek farthest from Will. In the beat of silence, he pulled his other hand out of Will’s grasp too and turned away.

“Get out.”

Taking hit damage from Paper Faces at 9:30 AM on a Monday morning...[tfs_henry_screaming.jpg]

Chapter 15 and 16 stay hurting me tbh. Never free of it.

Tell me what fic or line of writing you remember me by

[wibble-wobbegong]

The Canonical Five

Case #1: Mary Ann/Polly Nichols

Date of Death: August 31st 1888

Physical Description: 5’2”, brown eyes, high cheekbones, graying dark brown hair

Family Life

Mary Ann was born to Edward Walker and Caroline Walker, being one of three children. Her brothers were named Edward Walker and Frederick Joseph Walker.

Mary Ann was married to William Nichols at age 18 and they had five children together; Edward (1866), Percy (1868), Alice (1870), Eliza (1877), and Henry (1879). The couple eventually separated due to Mary Ann’s alcoholism and prostitution alongside the suspected cheating William underwent with the nurse who helped deliver Henry.

Death

Being the first victim, Mary Ann was the least practiced. She had no organs removed, something that later becomes an MO of JTR, but she was found with a white handkerchief, a comb, and a piece of a mirror. She was missing five teeth, alongside other slash injuries. She was described as lying lengthwise along the street with her left hand touching a gate.

Mary Ann is particularly interesting in her connections to the lore of the show because, clearly, she’s being represented by Virginia seeing as she has all three of the children; Alice, Edward, and Henry. Seeing as Alice is a child in this woman’s life, it rules out the possibility of her being Mother Alice. She also doesn’t align with what we know Mother Virginia to look like, seeing as she has brown eyes and hair, unlike our blonde-haired blue-eyed devil.

What I think this could suggest is that there is an original timeline in which a different version of Mother Virginia had all three children. To me, this is ringing several Creeler bells. The original description of Mary Ann closely resembles both Joyce and Karen in S1 (though Karen is taller than 5’2”). It could apply to either of them, except Joyce only has two children as far as we know. None of her children hold semblance to the seen Creel children outside of the comparisons made between Henward and Will which are intended to explain Vecna’s fascination and crave for him rather than familial implications.

Now, the Wheeler family doesn’t perfectly match the Creel family. Instead of two sons, Karen has two daughters. Nancy has brown hair rather than blonde. Holly is blonde and blue-eyed, but Henry was a boy. Mike fits the least, but at the same time he would be filling the role of Edward as the outcast of the family in combination with his other isolating traits.

Karen potentially being Daughter Virginia from Edward’s timeline would make the Wheelers a direct parallel to this original timeline Creel family. I could drawl on similarities between Alice and Nancy, Edward and Mike, and Holly and Henry (which I might do another post for), but this is all to say that I believe there was an original timeline before Edward was banished. This delves into speculation, but I find it very intriguing that Mary Ann was found with a piece of mirror in her pocket at her death and Edward’s banishment in the show is surrounded by mirror shards. Almost like parallels. Or something.

I have a whole post here discussing why I am almost completely certain that Edward was Jack the Ripper. This first kill is incredibly important as a kick starter, but I’ll admit I’m still unsure of who removed Edward and how it was done. I’m also trying to keep these short, so it’s not as detailed as usual, sorry!!

[rogueddie]

The night had been going so well- amazing, in fact.

Even Eleven had been having a good time, sitting with Steve, watching the boys and Erica playing D&D. Eddie was enthralling; the way he told the story, jumping up out of his seat when he got too into the characters, cackling like a witch when the kids fell for another one of his traps.

Even though Hopper called for them to wrap up early, cutting off what seems to be an important part of Eddies campaign, they don't complain… much.

Even when they hang out with the girls, most of the boys leaving. Erica and Max are sleeping over, Nancy staying the night to help keep an eye on the kids (an excuse so she can spend more time with Jonathon but Hopper holds her to her promise of babysitting so he can properly relax with Joyce).

Steve and Eddie stay a little longer, only because Mike does and it's the only way Hopper will actually let Eleven shut the door. It's awkward, sitting there with Eddie whilst two kids try to have a romantic moment, but Steve never minds. They deserve to have those little moments where they can be two dumb kids in love.

Even though it resulted in Eleven and Max ganging up on him, Erica grabbing him gently around the neck in a playful headlock. It had seemed like meaningless fun, too. The girls thought he'd look pretty with make up and he'd rolled his eyes, warning them that he was going to immediately take it off.

Which is how he ended up here, in the bathroom, trying not to sob.

They really went all out with the makeup, is the problem. They had said something about not using some things because it wouldn't match his skin tone, going a little heavy with the blush instead, but its nice; the pink isn't too harsh even though it is bright, making his cheekbones stand out a little more.

And the eyeshadow? The almost yellow green on the inner corner, rounding over the crease to bracket the almost-turquoise on the outer part of his lid? The way it blends together? The purple on his lower lid too, with the mascara and paper thin eyeliner?

Steve likes it.

Not just because he's impressed with the girls skills- he is- but… he likes it. He likes how his face face looks, likes how feminine it is, likes how pretty he looks. He wants so desperately to keep it on. But he wants to take it off. Wants to scrub his skin until he bleeds, making sure there's not a drop left on his skin. He wants to hate it.

There's a quiet knock on the door.

"Steve? Can I come in?" Eddie's voice is oddly gently.

Steve takes a moment, tries to collect himself, reluctantly opening the door. "Sorry, didn't mean to take so long, it-"

Eddie pushes Steve back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. "You're upset."

"What? I'm fine. It's fine."

Eddie just raises an eyebrow.

"It's..." Steve glances towards the mirror. "They did a really good job, huh?"

"They did. It looks pretty. You like it?"

"No. No, it's... it's just impressive, you know, and-"

"Steve, calm down," Eddie grabs his shoulders. "Deep breathes. You're ok. You're safe with me, ok? I wear eyeliner all the time. It's ok."

"It's ok?"

"It's ok." Eddie stares at him for a moment. He then shifts around him, pulling out some wet wipes. "These are specific for make-up, if you decide to take it off. It's up to you. So... you want me to hang around or distract the gremlins?"

"Could you distract the kids? I, uh..."

"Ok. Take your time."

Eddie offers him a little smile, a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Steve feels a little calmer, a little less freaked out. He still finds it odd that Eddie, of all people, is the one who makes him feel calm and safe. But not even his reassurances make him feel safe enough to keep the make-up on.

He remembers what Eddie said about the eyeliner...

Maybe next time.

[vodkababy]

she. 🩰 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

mike wheeler x fem! reader

angst? tbh i don’t rlly know, in between of angst and fluff ‘’

age pairing — 14-15

i honestly dk if this is good this is my first post😭😭

mike wheeler.

boy who loved you. atleast that’s what you thought.

he was so charming. he resembles a greek god. or somewhat a false god. cheekbones that can cut diamonds. piercing eyes that make you tear up whenever he had a stern fixated gaze on you. his lips.

every kiss he left on your lips.

did it mean anything to him?

he started to stop spending time with you.

did he stop loving you?

questions were starting to pile up. love letters you have written from the past, were torn. words written with “ i love you “ were scribbled on in red ink.

you never felt more of the sorrowful paining inside of your heart. you kept those love letters to yourself. you never gave them to him.

and that’s when you saw a girl beside him. you’ve never seen her before, she looked so — beautiful.

you couldn’t help but start avoiding him everytime your eyes caught his silhouette. you couldn’t help but close your eyes against the prickling tears that stain your cheeks every night.

you missed him.

you wanted to curse the girl out. but you didn’t want to hurt mike. they look at each other as if they were lovers. how it feels when cupid made a match in heaven ; him and her. it pained you in the heart. it broke your heart.

you couldn’t help but feel jealousy filling you up every single time you see her, practically glued into mike’s arms. or her hands were on his hair, his face, or him in general.

she was his love, he was hers. and you — you were just his past.

you were jealous.

you were just jealous of y/n.

[arthursaus]

More FNAF AU - Designs

Mike was tan as a teen, as we all know, and he gets that from his mother, who’s a third or fourth generation Italian-American. He tans quickly, and burns rather than peels. After CC’s death, he stayed indoors, resulting in a much paler skin tone, only serving more to make him look like his father. His eyes are a much more concentrated blue than his father’s, and are very pretty. Mike has freckles, mostly on the tops of his shoulders and arms, but they trickle down to the outside of his thighs too, and his shoulder blades. He does have a few on his face, but they’re mostly on his forehead and right cheekbone. His skin tone shifts over his body, areas that crease a lot tend to be more tan, while his chest, thighs, and stomach are more pale. Mike’s hands are larger, like his dad’s, but more delicate, despite their callouses from working with animatronics and doing odd jobs. Mike has a broad build that he inherited from his maternal great-aunt, much like CC. His height is rather similar to William’s, he just looks better proportioned than his father does. Mike has a scar below his left kneecap from falling down some stairs when he was a kid.

William’s hair is a darker brown than Mike’s, and his eyes are grey-blue, with some concentrated blue pigment at the edge of his pupil and the outward edge of his iris. He is also very pale, unhealthily so. This turned more sallow after his wife’s death. William has long, spindly fingers that are also rather large to match the size of his hand, but especially at the fingertips. William is, of course, a very gangly motherfucker. He gets it from his uncle and aunt, who both towered over their family members, much like William would later on.

Mrs. Afton is a third or fourth generation Italian-American, with strawberry blonde hair and vivid green eyes. Her hair color was a result of her parents being blonde and redhaired, the latter of which skipped over to Eli. Mrs. Afton has long, delicate fingers, which helps her play her instrument of choice (still not sure which one). She has a slightly smaller frame than her parent, either mother or father, and is rather lithe. She’s also shorter than William by at least a few inches.

CC got either slightly darker hair than Mike, or slightly lighter hair. He has heterochromia, one eye being hazel, which he inherited from his maternal great-grandparent, either grandmother or grandfather, I haven’t decided yet, and the other being a light blue. He has a light skin tone, which isn’t as pale as William’s, but is still a stark contrast to his mother’s. CC never got to grow up enough to see what his hands would end up looking like, but they were rather small, with one or two crooked fingers from an accident with a car door. CC inherited his maternal great-aunt’s broad build, which wasn’t apparent as a child, but would’ve grown more obvious as he got older.

Elizabeth has flaming red hair, and green eyes that she inherited from her mother. She has William’s skin tone for the most part, but it shifts throughout her body. She also has freckles, the majority of which are across the bridge of her nose. Eli would’ve grown up to have hands that mostly matched her mom’s, but with the bigger fingertips of her dad, and slightly spindly. Elizabeth has a smaller build than everyone else, partially due to age, but partially inherited from her either maternal or paternal grandparent, or maybe great-grandparent, who had a love for dance and wanted to pursue a career in dancing, but was unable to. Maybe they got to do so later in life. (<Changed! Marianne comes from a family of dancers, and Elizabeth inherited her frame from the women born to the family)

Henry has light brown hair, and light skin. His hair is literally like, corduroy coat type color, if you know what I’m talking about. His eyes are brown most likely. He has a rather stocky build, like, kinda dad bod? But also not? Like, slimmer. But he’s built stocky and if he were to plant his feet where he was standing no one could get him to move. I just realized that I unintentionally designed him to mirror Fredbear. He’s either several inches shorter or taller than William. He’s got big hands. Most things about this man are big. After Charlie’s death and William’s disappearance, he slims down a lot. This is because I’m in love with the idea of a big burly man like Henry working on animatronics and enveloping both his kids and William’s kids in ginormous bear hugs. He absolutely used to drag them around. Like, kids hanging on him everywhere, one grabbing onto his arm, another on his back with their arms around his neck (probably Michael), and yet more kids holding onto his side and leg, forcing him to drag them along the ground, with the last kid having their body fully wrapped around his other leg. I’m in love with that idea, but I also adore the slimmer Henry I see a lot of. Henry has a mustache I think, probably ends up shaving it off after the MCs and Mrs. Afton die.

Charlie has much darker hair than her father, but noticeably lighter than William. She has either a somewhat darker skin tone, or a light skin tone. Either way, her skin tone is probably a bit darker than her dad’s. Her eyes are probably green. I’d like to think that Charlie inherited a good bit of her father’s larger build. Imagining a short, stocky little girl toddling around fills my heart with joy. She would’ve had smaller, scarred hands if she had grown up. Her hand scars would’ve been mostly across her palm and the edges of her hand, over turning onto the top of her hand. Many of these would’ve come from childhood whoopsies, but many of the larger ones would’ve come from tinkering with scraps and eventually learning with her father.

Sammy looks a lot like his twin sister, but there are some differences, mainly their eyes. Sammy has heterochromia, his right eye being brown, coming from his father, and his right eye being the same green as Charlie’s eyes.

[superhero--imagines]

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A/N: I apologize for all the profanity in this part ahead of time. I think I’m going to do M/W/Sat updates, as long as my writing permits, and then maybe Wed/Sat updates. I got the day off because it snowed so I thought I would post this since it’s ready haha

* Well you’re royally f*cked

* There’s a big stupid smile curled on your face, and every time you try to hide it, it just comes back wider

* You really shouldn’t be happy right now

* “What has you in such a good mood?” Edward’s got a matching smile of his own.

* Oh shit. It’s fine, you’ll just play dumb.

* “How do you know I’m happy?” How about the dumb grin you’ve got on your face you stupid b*tch.

* You would have smacked your own forehead if you weren’t aware Edward was watching your every move

* You’re lucky Edward’s nice and he doesn’t call you out on it

* “Whenever you’re happy it kind of radiates off of you,” his voice lowers “you know because of your powers”

* Ah, you didn’t know you did that

* “So what do you think about the new girl?” You blurt it out like it’s an intrusive thought

* F*ck. Just-okay just play it cool. Play it cool.

* F********ckkkkk what’s wrong with you.

* Is being happy making you act like a moron?

* He shrugs

* “Just another human, I kind of wish everyone would shut up about it though. Having to hear people talk about her and think about her is getting annoying. It’s like being in a tunnel with one too many echoes.”

* Ah, so he hasn’t noticed yet.

* “I wonder what she’s thinking about.”

* Edward just shrugs again.

* What the f*ck Edward take a hint!

* “Edward?”

* “Yes dear?” He has the nerve to grin after using that pet name. The criminal is teasing you. Some best friend.

* And still it makes you outrageously happy

* You have to force your smile into a straight line

* “What’s the new girl thinking?”

* He looks over to her, Tyler and Mike are fighting for her attention, both of them a moment away from tugging on each arm and shouting “mine!”

* You see him search, you’ve heard enough about his powers to know right now it’s like mall food court level of chatter for him, but in a few seconds he’ll focus on her and realize he can’t hear her thoughts.

* Knowing how prideful he is though, he’ll probably deny it.

* “I don’t know I can’t read her mind” he says bluntly. “Do you think the school music teacher would teach me how to play violin if I asked?”

* “What?!?”

* “I know it’s kind of inconsiderate to ask but-“ you click your tongue

* “No not that!” You gesture towards Bella “you can’t read her mind?!? Isn’t that kind of a big deal?”

* His eyebrows thread together

* “I can’t read your mind either”

* Yes but you’re from a completely different world, in a body that radiates despair (and apparently joy now). You’re basically like some type of eldritch being from another dimension. 

* Edward doesn’t see it that though

* “Honestly it’s a relief, one less mind I have to tune out.” He walks ahead of you as you stay motionless in the middle of the hallway

* What the f*ck is happening?

* “Are you coming? We’re going to be late for Biology if you keep lagging behind like that.”

* How could you forget? The whole story starts because Edward is super into Bella’s blood! He fantasizes killing her for like- the entire class period.

* You were worried for nothing, just because they didn’t have the cafeteria moment isn’t that big of a deal

* The thought makes you both relieved and a little sad

* Still it’s for the best, this is the way things are supposed to be

* And who knows, if you have to leave maybe you can poach Rosalie and Emmett to leave with you

* And maybe Jasper, he won’t like having a human around the house all the time

* “Mr. Cullen, Ms. Eleazar” Mr. Banner hands you each a worksheet.

* Oh right the onion cell worksheet. Ah right the mitosis crap. Well hopefully Mike remembers enough that you both can hobble through

* “New year means new seating arrangement!” He tells you both excitedly. The seating arrangements on the projector.

* “Why am I next to Edward isn’t the seating arrangement supposed to be alphabetical?”

* “I decided to go by grade this time, you should be happy! Aren’t you two...friends?” You can tell your teacher is confused by the nature of your relationship, almost as much as you are. 

* “Super happy Teach.” You mumble taking your seat next to Edward who’s grinning like an idiot

* “You can’t say he’s picking favorites when it’s merit based.” He grins and you roll your eyes

* Angela’s sitting next to Ben Cheney, they seem to be discussing the trigonometry homework, and how it’s basically impossible

* Oh right, he’s supposed to be her boyfriend this year. 

* Personally you think Angela could do way better. But love is blind, you’ll ship it if you have to. 

* And right on cue Mike walks in, Bella following close behind. He takes his seat on the table behind you while Bella talks to Mr. Barnes

* “Why didn’t you guys sit with us at lunch today?” Mike is practically leaned over the entire width of the table.

* Before you can say anything Edward snorts

* “Because (Y/N) was getting lectured for staying out all night again”

* Mike looks like his eyes might pop out of his head

* “W-what? Out all night?! Without inviting me!” You roll your eyes.

* “He’s making it more dramatic, I went out for a run early in the morning because I couldn’t sleep and everyone was freaking out because they thought I got kidnapped.”

* Like any vampire or human stood a chance against you and your violent mood swings

* Mike’s so caught up in lecturing you about how you need to be more careful

* “There’s a lot of weirdos out there!” Yeah you live with them

* That he doesn’t even notice Bella’s taken a seat next to him

* Now that you get a better look at her, she is kinda pretty. She’s the kind of person who probably always looks good in photographs, no matter what the angle. Nice cheekbones and big brown eyes. Modest on boobs and butt, but she’s skinny so it works for her.

* “Hey, you’re Bella right?” You give her your friendliest smile, and you don’t miss the light blush that blooms on her face.

* You’re not sure whether it’s from your beauty or because she’s just not used to so much attention. She just nods.

* “Have you already seen the three whole things there are to do in Town on a Friday night?”

* Bella actually laughs at that. She’s got dimples, and little wrinkles that show up at the corner of her eyes. It’s cute.

* “One of those things is going to the library, so really it’s only two things.”

* She giggles again.

* “Is the other one going over to your house to play monopoly?” Mike asks, a grin arching onto his face

* “No my house is out of town, the other thing is to go to the school football game”

* “I’m not really a big fan of football” Bella hesitantly says, and Mike and Edward laugh

* “Yeah no one here does, everyone goes for the half time show, or just to hang out.” 

* You’re pretty sure your entire friend group only goes to the games to see your cheer routine, especially this year since you’re captain now. The first junior captain in a long time apparently. The news actually made the local newspaper.

* Everything is going good, and you’re starting to think maybe you and Bella might be friends.

* “Why don’t we have a board game night at our house again? Last time was-“

* You stop sentence, you were having so much fun you almost forgot why Edward was so obsessed with Bella.

* The slight breeze from the air conditioning brings her scent to you.

* You cover your mouth and nose with your hand

* Her scent is REVOLTING

* “(Y/N), are you okay?” Mike asks

* You vaguely feel Edward’s hand on your shoulder, has he not caught her scent yet?

* It’s pretty hard to miss

* Like gym socks, with a overly sweet base, it’s like-

* Your head snaps up, and your hand clamps over your mouth and nose even harder, but not because the scent is revolting

* She smells like cheese, perfectly aged Gorgonzola cheese, or maybe Brie?

* You smell the sweeter undercurrent stronger now, it’s like warm juicy peaches

* Roasted peach salad tossed with Gorgonzola and olive oil

* How many times have you dreamed about eating that while basking in the warm sunlight

* “I knew you shouldn’t have eaten those leftovers at lunch,” Edward says, but you know it’s performative, thank god he’s still got some sense after smelling her.

* “Mr.Banner, I think (Y/N) ate something bad, is it alright if I help them to the nurses office?”

* “Yes and hurry!” He’s practically shooing you out as Edward pulls you by the arm

* Nooooo, you wanna smell her moreeee

* You have the sense to not wine and keep your mouth covered.

* Edward doesn’t take you to the nurse, you both don’t stop walking until you’re at the parking lot

* “What the hell was that?” He asks, it’s the first time he’s seemed even remotely angry with you

* He seems more confused then angry though, you’re so shocked you actually sit down on the curb.

* And after a moment of hesitance Edward sits beside you, placing his hand over your own

* “She smells good Edward, like really good.”

* Edward laughs

* “Yeah I gathered that” he shakes his head. “I thought you were supposed to be a picky eater”

* “I aaaaamm” you moan, your head is cradled in your left hand. “She’s like one in a million”

* “You’re one in a million” you lift your head to see Edward looking at you with that stupid sh*t eating grin.

* “Really Edward my life is falling apart because I want to eat someone, and you think the appropriate response is to flirt?”

* To be fair, he’s always flirting, it’s basically apart of his personality at this point

* “You’re being melodramatic.” He chuckles and throws an arm over your shoulder. “Worst case scenario you kill her, Carlisle doles out his funeral punishment-don’t ask, and then we have to start over as freshman again somewhere else.”

* You groan, you finally worked your way up to a junior, you were just starting to get used to this crappy town, you don’t wanna start all over again in a new one

* “What’s the best case scenario?”

* Edward thinks hard for a minute.

* “Best case scenario...the music teacher agrees to teach me how to play the violin and I impress you with my magnificent playing.” You smack him on the arm.

* “Not the best case scenario for you!” You know he’s doing it on purpose. He just wants to make you laugh

* It works, you do laugh. How much more absurd could this situation get?

* “Everything’s going to be fine, if Jasper can handle having to smell 300 students he thinks smell good, you can handle 1.” 

* He’s got a point

* “Wait-didn’t she smell good to you?” Wasn’t that like, the whole d*mn point?

* His eyebrows thread together and he shrugs

* “Um, she smelled alright, no better or worse than the others. I’m not sure what you smelled-“

* What you smelled? The rich but refreshing flavor profile is sublime

* The f*cking heathen doesn’t even know what he’s missing

* “But to me she smelled like peaches”

* Well he kinda knows what he’s missing

* “She’s definitely anemic though, there’s a sever lack of iron in her scent” ah that must be that cheesy smell you’re getting

* Well ain’t this ironic. The girl who’s going to steal your best friend is only getting noticed because of you.

* “I don’t know, personally I prefer Henrietta the 3rds blood, but that’s just me” he’s lying, your blood is good and all, but it’s definitely still not on par with a humans blood

* He’s just trying to make you feel better.

* He rubs your shoulder, before patting it and moving to stand up.

* “Now come on, we have to make you eat some human food so you can throw up in front of the nurse and she lets us leave school early”

* You roll your eyes, anything to leave school early huh?

* “Yeah all right, lead the way Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Brooding”

* “Why do you always say that? I don’t brood that much anymore!”

* “You know how some people have resting b*tch face? You have resting brood face.”

* “Says the person who literally radiates despair” you shove him as you both walk towards the vending machine

* You take a deep breath as you watch Edward fumble with the vending machine

* The dork literally sticks a credit card up to the glass and demands the machine give him chips. 

* (Y/N/N) why isn’t this working? Am I supposed to insert my card through this slot?” 

* You laugh. You’re pretty sure he’s not doing this on purpose.

* “You’re supposed to use cash Edward.”

* You watch as he fumbles with his wallet muttering:

* “Do you think it’ll take a twenty dollar bill?”

* You watch in amusement as Edward tries - and fails- to use a twenty dollar bill, and then proceed to use obscure profanities to curse “this vile wretch of human technological advancement” 

* You feel a sigh of relief escape you.

* Yeah, everything is going to be fine. 

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[victoria-daydreams]

Of Vices and Virtues

AN: This story is being crossposted from my Fanfiction account. I figured I might as well post it up here, there’s not enough black!oc X-Men fanfictions to be honest. If anyone wants to be added to the taglist for this story let me know.

Summary: Claudia Walker created the perfect facade she had a simple life, a simple job. There was nothing remarkable about her. Until two men offer her the chance to do something with her powers to stop a war looming on the horizon. In a fight between good and evil, loyalties strain and relationships grow. The world's changing for better and worse, and Claudia is right in the middle of it.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men just the OCs in the story.

Trigger warnings: none I can think of

Word Count: 4.3k

Chapter One: The Queen of Hearts

The music started up, with the sultry tango beats of "Whatever Lola Wants" by Sarah Vaughn. Her colorful voice lit like a spark in the air, and with it, the seductive lyrics of the song. The air seemed to crackle as I spun away from my dance partner, but a strong hand ripped me back into his grasp. With glittering eyes I pressed myself against him, his hand tenderly slipping over my back. We side-stepped as the singer continued to croon the audience with her hypnotic lyrics.

"Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,"

"And silly man, Lola wants you," I sung to the man, who was completely entranced.

He stopped dancing to trace along my curvy figure slowly, extracting a long breath from my lips. He rejoined my hands smoothing his over my fingers. I crossed my left foot seductively in front of the right, while cocking my head mischievously to side. He smiled and placed his right hand dangerously low on my back. Before he could change direction again, I elevated my right foot, kicking it behind me, and situated behind his right leg, coquettishly hooking around his toned calf. I smirked, savoring the attention I was getting from my dance partner and the men who were watching me dance.

The man copied me by kicking his right leg between the middle of my two. He was daring, and he pressed my chest into his.

"I always get what I aim for. And your heart and soul is what I came for,"

The song finished up and I pulled away from him, creating space between us, "You may go now, I've had my fun," I instructed, trailing my index finger up over the man's tie.

He nodded and shuffled off of the dance floor. I made my way off of the dance floor, to order another drink. It was Saturday night, and the nightlife was at its height. I took my seat on the bar stool, signaling for the bartender to pour me another drink. I grabbed my clutch that was hiding underneath the chair and opened it, pulling out a compact mirror.

I looked at my reflection, my eyes were a brilliant almond shape, with dark brown irises that held knowledge and wisdom beyond my years. My lashes were long, dark, and thick. My lips were red with lipstick, but full and perfect. My wide nose curved in a delicate slope and I could clearly see my defined cheekbones. I combed my fingers through my hair making sure that every hair was in place and checking that my makeup hadn't smudged. I snapped my mirror shut and placed back it back into my purse, a sigh escaping me.

I had always known I was different since I was a child. I always felt out of place. I never blamed my parents for that. They loved me and they always did what they thought was the best for me. Well, at least what was good for them I suppose.

It was at the age of eighteen when I left my home, leaving my past in Pennsylvania far behind me. My memories from there were unpleasant, to say the least, and I needed to leave. To start a new life elsewhere, in central New York. Money was never a problem, I had a decent paying job as a psychologist's assistant at a private practice and a well furnished apartment. But I still found myself drinking away my sorrows. At this point in my life, I had to every reason to be happy, but I knew deep down I wasn't. There was always that loneliness, biting at my insides.

Someone cleared their throat next to my ear, something I wasn't all to fond of.

I glanced at them, raising an eyebrow, "Something I can do for you, stranger?" I asked, barely masking my annoyance.

He smiled, and I made a note to admire it. He was pretty handsome it, but he was overly cocky, I could tell by the way he made himself comfortable next to me, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the bar, and getting way too into my personal space. Not to mention he was easily in his mid-forties. I had just turned twenty-two

“Fucking creep, I thought.

"Michael, my name is Michael, Mike for short. You can help me by maybe letting me buy you a drink,"

I raised an eyebrow at this, he moved pretty fast. He must do this all the time to women he thought were drunk. Too bad for him, it took me more than a couple of drinks to have lost my common sense. Pushing my shoulder length, curled black hair out of my face. I faced him to reply as two other men approached, I didn't want any trouble, but the audacity of the man made my blood boil.

"And what do you expect in return for this drink?"

He smiled and leaned in closer to me, placing a hand on my thigh.

"The bastard thought he was in, didn't he?" I thought.

"Well, maybe just a friend," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and smiled lightly at him, leaning in until our lips barely touched.

"With you? I'd rather watch the grass grow," I replied dryly, eying him up and down, as if he was something I'd find on the bottom of my shoe. "My mama didn't raise me to accept drinks from men I barely know, and my daddy taught me how to break a hand in seven different places, so remove it or I'll do it for you, Mike," I punctuated my sentence by grasping his middle finger in my fist and slowly bending it back, until I heard the pop that let me knew I dislocated it. "Next time I'll break it," I threatened.

"You bitch-" He began, but was interrupted mid-word by me.

"Run along, before I make you gouge out your eyes with a butter knife," I commanded boredly, putting effort into making my words go through the older man's head. The man walked away dutifully and I smirked. "There's a good boy," I cooed, turning away from him and took a sip of my vodka martini.

I heard a chuckle of laughter behind me, causing me to turn around again and examine the new arrivals behind me. The two men who I saw previously were now directly behind me, they appeared to be in their early thirties or late twenties. Despite being slightly tipsy, I couldn't help but gape a little when I properly looked at the two men.

The taller of the two had his thick and muscled arms crossing themselves in front of his broad chest. Clad in a short navy trench coat over a pair of long, black pants and a black turtleneck, his perfectly slicked back hair was the ultimate factor that completed the dangerous, rugged look he was probably going for. He looked like a mafia member, or something.

His icy blue eyes were fixed onto my wandering brown eyes unflinchingly, as a dark brow rose to mock me, to tell me that he had seen me appraising his impressive form. I raised my eyebrow and smirked saucily before I turned my gaze away from the taller man and shifted it to the other one, now standing in front of me.

Unlike Mr. Mafia Man and his dark attire, this man was significantly more professional looking. With his sharp pressed grey blazer jacket, a white button up shirt worn inside, the matching dark grey pants and his polished shoes, this guy pretty much screamed 'successful businessman'. He, along with the other man had sharp masculine features – sharp nose, strong, angular jaw line, and the clearest blue eyes I have ever seen. His eyes were so blue they resembled crystals, and were framed by his dark brows. His short, dark hair was tousled casually.

"Your quite clever," the shorter man complimented, with a thick British accent.

"So I've been told, but I've done nothing tonight that would warrant such a compliment," I replied, looking at the man as I lifted my glass to my lips, taking another sip of my martini.

"I think you have, actually. The song, 'Whatever Lola Wants', it fits you," the man remarked.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion, although I had an inkling to know where this was going, "How so?" I asked curiously, tilting my head slightly.

"Has anyone told you that you have an excellent mutation?" the shorter man asked abruptly, a small smile on his face.

"Mutation? You call every woman you meet a mutant?" I snorted, widening my eyes and let out a chuckle that matched my expression, disbelief. "Wow! This must be the night, where the worst pick-up lines are thrown at me," I drawled, before taking another sip of my drink. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but I am just me. I am normal," I laughed, and the taller man just huffed annoyed.

The shorter man smiled at me, then I noticed that his fingers were pressed onto his temple and he was still looking at me. I frowned at the slight nudge in my head. It didn't hurt, but it was very irritating. I focused on strengthening my shield against the nudges. I felt the nudge grow stronger, it was attacking my shield before it finally gave up and left.

The man looked mildly surprised and my mouth turned into a small frown. I really didn't know why he was surprised. Unless.

Mutant.

I glared angrily at him, "I don't know who the hell you are, but stay out of my head!" I snarled. "You have no right!"

I always thought I was alone, that quickly changed only a couple years ago, but ever since that encounter...well I'm uneasy around other mutants, my own mutation was something I kept to myself, only select people in my family knew about it even.

He put his hands up in surrender, "You're right, my apologies. But how? No one has ever been able to feel me before. Are you a telepath?" he asked, studying me with curiosity shining through his eyes.

"No, I'm just highly aware of myself and those around me," I answered with a slight growl, slamming my glass down on the counter nearly breaking it. "You have your tricks, I have mine," I added, glaring at him.

"My name is Charles Xavier," the man introduced in an irritatingly friendly tone. "And this," he said, gesturing to the other man, "Is Erik Lehnsherr. We're like you. We're different. And we need your help. We are-"

"Is there a private place where we could talk?" Erik interjected hastily in a strong German accent, looking mad and broody, as he looked from one side to the next.

I didn't particularly want to know what, if anything at all, they were to offer. I sat there in silent for a few seconds, first looking at Charles, then at Erik, then back at Charles. If this was a game, it certainly wasn't funny in the least.

"Why should I even try to talk to you two? The first thing Mr. Xavier says to me is that I have a mutation and then he follows that up by trying to intrude my thoughts," I argued. "It has been a long and trying night gentlemen, and I'm over it. So, I'm going to try and scavenge what little fun I can find," I concluded, flashing them a faux smile just as a saxophone moaned through the opening of "I Put a Spell on You" by Screamin' Jay Hawkins.

"What do you know, my favorite song," I added grinning, and shook my head beginning to walk away from the two men, only to be stopped by Erik gripping my arm tightly. I leveled him with an icy stare, "Let go of me right now, or I will make you feel pain that you thought was unimaginable," my voice low and threatening.

"Erik..." Charles called warningly.

Erik loosened his grip, freeing my arm slightly, but he made it clear I wasn't going anywhere, "We know you know exactly what you are, and we know what you're capable of. Stop playing coy with us," Erik stated coldly.

"Two strange white men walk into a bar, approach a black woman and accuses her of being a mutant. Forgive me, but you expect me not to find that a bit suspicious," I sassed, before yanking my arm completely out of his grip. I spotted a booth occupied by two men and I walked towards the two men, I gently grasped their chins and looked them in the eyes. "Due to your undying love for me, you two are going to give up your seats," I demanded, manipulating their desires so they reflected my own wishes.

"Of course," one man said eagerly, sliding out of his seat.

"Your wish is my command," the other man stated, getting out of his seat as well.

"Hmm, I know," I smiled, lightly laughing. "Now leave me be," I commanded, shooing them away and the two men nodded their heads and kissed the back of my hands before their departure.

I looked over to Erik and Charles, to see Erik roll his eyes in annoyance and huff before he whispered something to Charles, whose expression was unreadable. Charles and Erik sat in the seat across from me, Erik sat a stiff as a board while Charles seemed relaxed.

I interlocked my fingers together, "Ah, now that is how a gentlemen should behave. I think you should learn from them, Mr. Lehnsherr," I suggested my lips curving into a smirk.

Erik scowled at me, "You never told us your name," he remarked irritated.

"You never asked, Mr. Lehnsherr. Maybe if Mr. Xavier, greeted me properly, you would know," I countered, looking between the two men. "Although, something tells me that you two already know," I added, arching my brow and leaning forward.

"Miss...Claudia Walker, am I right?" Charles asked.

I quickly glanced at Erik and it seemed like he had one eye concentrated on me whilst the other was focused at the crowd in the club.

I focused back on Charles, "You would be correct," I replied, lapsing back into an easy lean. "How exactly did you two find me?" I asked curiously.

"Well, I was in Cerebro-" Charles began.

"Cerebro?" I interjected, scrunching my eyebrows together in confusion.

"It's a machine that helps me locate people like us," Charles explained, he was way too excited to answer my question. He was almost bubbling with excitement. "I was surprised to find you. Your signature was so strong, powerful, which intrigued me. I quickly got your coordinates and here we are," Charles finished happily.

"You certainly didn't make it easy," Erik mentioned, in a slight annoyed tone.

"Hardly, you two are here now aren't you?" I questioned, my tone was playful and I could tell that it was grating Erik's nerves.

"Really? So my eyes weren't playing tricks on me yesterday?" he questioned, as he leaned forward slightly.

"Depends on what you saw," I quipped, a small smile beginning to show.

"I saw you start that brawl. The way your hand curled and your eyes narrowed, you made that skinny man kick the fat, bald one in his groin," Erik remarked, his own mouth curving as he smirked. "You nearly got us entangled in that predicament," he added, looking at me with his piercing eyes.

Not looking away I smiled dangerously, "Yeah that was me," I admitted with a shrug. "I had an inkling that was someone was following me yesterday, I just didn't know it was you two. Whoops," I commented, my voice dripping with sarcasm and shrugged my shoulders again.

"Well, speaking of powers, you know my power. And we would very much like to know all about yours, Miss Walker," Charles started.

"Please, call me Claudia," I started. "I'll demonstrate my powers, but Mr. Grumpy over there has to show me his first," I proposed, flicking my chin out, motioning towards Erik.

Erik's eyes met were now fully focused on me again and I returned his stare.

Charles smiled and leaned forward, his elbows on the table, "Erik has the ability to manipulate metal,"

I narrowed my eyes at Erik and he glared at me in return. He would be very powerful, even with the tiniest bit of metal he would be able to kill someone with the flick of his hand.

"What's that old phrase again?" I asked aloud, tilting my head up as if I was pondering the question. "Oh, that's right. Seeing is believing," I finished, looking back at Erik, raising my eyebrow in challenge.

Erik raised his eyebrows as well, before focusing his eyes on the cutlery in front of him. Nothing happened for a while before they started shaking and eventually they lifted off the table. My eyebrows raised as I stared at the floating knives and forks.

"Do you believe now?" Erik asked, and I could see a ghost of a smirk.

"Well, I'll be damned," I gasped smirking, as I watched the utensils gracefully land back on the table.

"There you go," Erik said. "We showed you ours, now show us yours,"

I sat up in my seat and reached a hand across the table and turned it palm up, "Mr. Xavier, would you be so kind to give me your hand?" I asked.

"Call me Charles, please," Charles replied, sliding his own hand into mine without a moment's hesitation, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Erik grimace.

"You’re too trusting by half, Charles," Erik commented, shaking his head.

I closed my fingers gently around Charles', and slowly a broad, blissful smile stretched across his face as I channeled sensations of contentment into him.

"An empath," he breathed. "My, that's...mmm, that's lovely," Charles laughed, I smirked as I slid my hand back across the table, and Charles took a moment to compose himself.

"Want to see something else?" I asked grinning.

"Yes, please!" Charles exclaimed, grinning back excitedly.

I focused my gaze on one of the knives on table, and narrowed my eyes in concentration. A purple aura surrounded the knife as it raised itself off of the table and floated in mid-air and I maneuvered it to have the blade facing Erik as Charles watched, fascinated at the display I was putting on.

"Remarkable," Charles breathed.

"You’re telekinetic," Erik stated boredly, snatching the knife out of the air by the handle.

"I am," I replied, looking at Erik. "Now, you two are going to tell me why I've been performing tricks like I'm in some circus show," I demanded, glancing between the two men in front of me.

Charles laughed, "You have amazing gifts, a mutation, an ability. Erik and I are recruiting people to help us and in the process you get to learn how to control your powers,"

"Recruiting?" I asked confused, looking at them suspiciously. "For what?"

"That is what we're here to talk to you about," Charles said, sensing the sudden guarded tone in my voice. His eyes held mine in an intense stare. "A war is upon us, Claudia,"

"Yes, I know. The one between the Soviets and America, everyone knows that," I stated, now leaning back into my seat. My mind was reeling at where the conversation was going. Charles nodded firmly. "But what has that got to do with mutants? Or me, more specifically?"

"One of the agents at the CIA discovered a plot, the spark that lit the fire for the nuclear war," This time, it was Erik that had spoken. His soft yet gruff voice flooded into my ears with its tough resonance. "She had gone undercover to see one of the American Colonel's getting pressured into installing missiles into Turkey. That was the first step to angering the Soviets, and they are planning to retaliate. From what she had described, it had been a mutant who was threatening the Colonel,"

"A mutant?" I questioned. "But why?"

"We have no idea as of yet," Charles offered, leaning back into his seat as well.

It was obvious to me that Charles was troubled by the fact that a fellow mutant would want to start a war between two powerful nations.

"Well, do you know who the mastermind is behind all of this?" I asked again, raising an eyebrow.

"Sebastian Shaw," Erik spat, the venom clear in his words. A frown was etched deep into his forehead and his eyes were glaring at the coffee table, as though willing it to break under the hatred burning in his cold blue orbs.

By the way I could sense the hatred coming from Erik's emotions, he was an enemy. A big one.

"So that's why you're recruiting people? Like me?" I asked.

"We're planning to stop Shaw before he could escalate this conflict any further. He has got his own army of mutants to help him," Charles replied. "We need ours," Charles finished.

I ran my hand down my face, closing my eyes and breathed out deeply. This was not how I planned my night going, these two men walk up to me, telling me how they are like me and need my help to prevent World War III. This was a lot for me to take in, in such a short period of time. I mentally made two lists, negative and positive. Positive points: Learn to hone my powers, meet other people like me and this was probably the only chance for me to fit in and have something. Negative points: This could be a trap and if it wasn't a trap my powers could probably kill someone else.

"Give this a chance," Charles' voice urged gently, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I opened my eyes and staring at the two men, Charles and Erik staring back at me. Charles looked at me patiently and Erik looked like as though he had just proven something to Charles.

I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and took a deep breath, "While this sounds very dire and adventurous, I can't," I answered shaking my head. "Why should I come? I have a perfectly good life right now, with a decent paying job. I don't want to be involved in any war,"

"What?" Erik started, raising an eyebrow. "You don't just charm your way out of everything?" Erik asked mockingly.

I looked at Erik pointedly and glared, "No, actually. Having everything handed to you, makes life quite boring," I retorted.

"We've already spoken to your boss about it," Charles chimed in. "He's willing to grant you an indefinite period of leave from work. Or at least until the whole thing is over," he explained.

"He agreed?" I balked, thinking back to the measly, overweight doctor who had many a times refused to grant me my annual break, unless I used my powers on him.

Charles smiled, "The words 'government' and 'CIA' can be very convincing in situations such as these,"

"He must think me to be some criminal or spy now," I muttered more to myself, before scowling up at the two when I realized what they had done. "You guys move fast. What if I didn't want to join your little team?"

"You'll get your job back," Charles shrugged his shoulders. "Your boss wouldn't even remember meeting anyone by the names of Charles Xavier or Erik Lehnsherr," He tapped his fingers against his temple with a proud smile.

"How convenient, but even if I agree to join you, my life will never be the same. I will be ostracized even more than I already am," I reasoned.

"You don't think the public will accept you?" Charles questioned.

"Charles, please tell me that you’re not this naive?" I asked back. "I don't know how you folks do it across the sea. But Charles, look at me, I am a black woman in America, I'm barely accepted now and I live in the northern part of America. Why would they accept me? Black people are being murdered for the color of their skin since this country was founded. People in the past have been killed for being different. Just look what happened with the Jews and Hitler," I pointed out.

I could feel Erik's mind radiating with anger. I frowned and when I looked up and saw Erik's face. He looked like he stuck in between an inner battle with himself.

"I think humans will accept us sooner or later," Charles stated optimistically.

"Perhaps, that remains to be seen. They don't even accept humans with a different skin color," I countered. Momentarily, a silence fell over us before I spoke up and broke it. "Just to be clear, this isn't some sort of a trap? You two aren't trying to experiment on me?" I asked in a serious tone. "And the CIA and African-Americans do not have the best history, so promise me that they won't try to assassinate me and label me as some black radical," I added.

Charles looked slightly amused, but shook his head, "No, we won't hurt you and the CIA won't hurt you, I promise," Charles reassured, and I nodded then stood up.

I was probably going to regret this.

"I'll...help you guys," I began.

"Thank you, Claudia," Charles interjected gently.

"But, let's be clear that doesn't mean I trust you. We've only just met," I explained, glancing at the two of them.

"Completely understandable, Claudia," Charles replied, nodding his head.

"One more condition, if you want my help," I stated, and Erik scoffed and I glared at him.

"This should be interesting," Erik drawled.

I looked back at Charles, "You have to promise me, if I occasionally let my mental shield down, you will not look inside my mind," I demanded.

Charles looked quite stunned, "Of course. But can I ask, how can you block me out? You're not a telepath,"

My gaze hardened again, "I once knew someone who was,"

Chapter Two: Division X

[boys-from-santacarla]

can I request a David X Michael smut? if you're not comfortable then I totally understand :)

Notes: Ok, so first off: thank you so much for your request🤍. Second: this is my very first time writing a one shot about these boys, so I came up with this because I'm sure David's kink is to watch Michael hunt, so I tried my best. I don't know if this is what you were expecting, but I really really hope you like it 🤞🏻❤️. I accept feedback, writing advices, constructive criticism 😂, and more comments you want to let me know! I'm sorry you had to wait so much, btw, but I'm new on editing long posts on Tumblr.

Word Count: 1461

Warnings: NSFW, cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, blowjob, handjobs, and basically just gay vampires.

Fast Learner (David x Michael)

They were on their way back to the cave. It had been four months since his turning, so by now the things coming with being a vampire were already accepted by Michael. But the midnight killings were still hard to get used to.

"You were good tonight, Michael." David commented interrupting his moral dilemma and sliding his arm over his shoulders. He tried to smile kindly and accepted the embrace.

"He says that 'cause he wants to get in your pants!" Paul joked from behind.

Everyone laughed and David gave him the finger, only increasing the laughs from the others.

"But he's right, Mike." Dwayne's deep voice added "You were better this time." Michael only nodded.

They quickly walked down the stairs and everyone went separate ways to get ready to catch some rest. Mike had some plans to get clean and prepare to get back home, but before he could totally get away from David's grasp, the blonde applied more force to keep him in place.

"Where you think you're going?" He asked amused.

"The sun's getting out and I still need to go home." He reminded him in an obvious tone. It was hard to maintain his normal life and keep up with his nocturnal schedule.

David's eyebrows raised up "Don't you think you'll need to look more... Normal?" He said grinning referring to his blood-soaked clothes. "Mom Emerson never told you to get clean after going out to play?" He laughed a little.

Mike decided to play clown too "So that's the only reason I'll need to delay my fly back? Get decent to go out?" He snapped back and bit his lip watching the other's mouth. David's eyes sparkled in delight. Straight to the point was his thing. So It didn't took more than three seconds to place Michael between his cold body and the wall with his hungry lips ravishing him.

He kept his fists on Michael's shirt, grinding his hips against the other boy to give his cock some needed friction.

"You really did good out there tonight. Making those pricks scream..." He whispered, lightly brushing the other's lips with his words. He stucked his tongue out and marked a wet path from jaw to cheekbone, then made a trail to the lobe and bit it. "Gave me a memorable show". He would never admit it out loud, but seeing Michael participate so vividly in their huntings always turned him on.

"I think I've learned from the best." Whispered the brunette while sliding his hands from David's waist to his ass. Then he took possession of the exposed neck with his teeth and tried to place a mark. David moaned and took hold of Michael's clothed cock to control his body and switch places. Now with him in between the wall and Mike, their kissing got rapidly messy, with both nibbling and sucking any exposed area. And Michael swore if he wasn't his new self, he would now be hot all over.

"But still you make a mess of yourself" David separated his mouth from the collarboone in mid attack and yanked the blood stained shirt. Michael knew he was right; it was normal to get back from their hunting with some blood on them, but not this much. So he put some inches of separation between them to lift his shirt and tossed it aside.

"Better this way?" He asked smirking.

"Yeah." David breathed taking in sight the defined pecs and strong abdomen. Wasting no more time he took hold of Michael's right hand and pulled it to his bulge. "Your technique at sucking still needs improvement tho."

"And you're volunteering to let me practice?" Mike replied almost in awe.

"Always"

Michael have him one last hot kiss, roughly biting his mate's lower lip at the end, and began his way down. His cold hands roamed David's belly underneath his shirt, sensually caressing his abdomen. The only thing the newly turned vampire hated about giving David head was the struggle with so many layers of clothes.

"Why don't you ever take this fucking coat off anyway? You're too cold?" Michael grumbled half joking, never taking his hands off.

"You're testing your luck, you know that?" If he was someone else, he would definitely be far gone by now, David thought.

But at least he was doing a great job.

Settling on his knees, he got to his target. He pressed his face to the already fat bulge and wetly kissed the thick layer of fabric. Then he slowly unzipped it and took it out of its confines, earning a low moan and two hands starting to stroke his soft curls.

Before going any further he looked up and saw David's head leaned on the wall with his eyes half closed. He grinned in contentment, feeling a mix of amusement, excitement and happiness realizing the power he had over this creature in vulnerable moments like this.

He took in one hand the cock before him and David inahled a sharp breath when it was softly squeezed at the base. This was followed by a leisure lick from the bottom to the top. As if savouring it for the first time, Michael gave it a couple of more tastes to then take the crown in his mouth, smacking his lips when he pull it out.

"Fuck, Michael" David breathed.

"That can come later" Mike answered and resumed his work putting the crown in his mouth again, this time giving it shelter a few more seconds before taking it deeper in his mouth. To cover the part left behind he moved his hand to massage it in rhythm with his mouth, and with the other hand he fondle his balls to gently roll and weigh them.

David kept moaning in appreciation, putting some pressure on Mike's skull and tugging at some strands to keep control of the pace, bobbing the head at his pleasure.

Without any more control in himself, David cradled the head with his palms pressing both cheeks and began to frantically fuck Michael's mouth.

"Shit. I love you can handle this" he praised while moving his thump to open more the wet cavity. His panting went wild as well as his movements, causing Michael to give up and just relax his throat to take as much as David gave him.

"Michael you keep it like that and I'm coming soon." David said and then stopped his fucking. He whined and pulled out dripping cock. "Get up" he ordered. Michael obligued and tried to gain some balance putting his hands on David's waist.

"You got big hands, babe." David mentioned "Why don't you work them on us." He commanded unbuckling Michael's jeans while Mike himself spitted on his palm to add slickness. When Michael's dick sprung free, he brought their hardnesses together. The touch made them both gasp, but in search for more Mike took both cocks more firmly in his right hand and changed his angle a bit to fit them correctly in the grasp.

Both moaned feeling their swelled dicks move together, and David said, controlling his tone to not sound pleading "Move."

And Michael began the strokes. At first he struggled to keep both cocks in his hand, so he adjusted his fingers to handle them better and began to catch velocity.

Michael started to feel dizzy with pleasure. With the adrenaline from the hunting still flowing through his veins, the sexual act felt even more powerful. So he put his head on David shoulders and moaned louder. "Damnit." He squeezed harder on their cocks.

"Yes. Yes. Just like that, babe." David panted in his ear. He then took hold of his neck with one hand and licked the other to lubricate it before moving it down to help make a better hold on themselves. They both began trusting in matched tempo, seeking their mutual release. They keep thrusting as brutally as they could.

Moments past before Michael whined, signaling his closeness "Oh, god. God, Im gonna come! I'm gonna-" he groaned and lost control of himself, spurting his load, getting both their hands and bellies sticky. The excitement making his body loose made his fangs come out, biting David's shoulder while spasming.

With Michael's hand reflexing involuntarily, and David's hand milking the last of him with hard strokes, David came too, sighing satisfied with relief. After a few recovering moments he noticed Michael's hand had fallen, breaking the contact on the now resting organs, but still felt the fangs cutting through his rough skin. Albeit not hurt, he protested the injury trying to catch his lover's attention clearing his throat. When Michael didn't respond, he tried again taking a deep breath and speaking "I still need to teach you to control those." He then smiled

Michael chuckled.

[vennilavee]

doubles

pairing: levi x reader, ft baby kaiya (moon/stars universe) summary: it’s kaiya and levi’s birthday. and you have a proposition for levi. warnings: some suggestive themes (kissing, nudity, the use of the word daddy) but it’s very brief a/n: i struggle with writing holiday themed things so this is the closest i could come up with. enjoy and happy holidays :))

Kaiya’s birthday being two days before Levi’s birthday was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because she loved sharing her special day with Levi, and a curse because it hardly gave you time to think about what to get Levi for his own birthday. And not to mention that their birthdays were both right in the middle of the holidays.

Every year since Kaiya was born, you and Levi at least put some multicolored lights around the house, spent a weekend decorating stockings to put over the mantle of the fireplace, and spent another weekend stringing lights up outside. You had even bought a five foot tall light up snowman for the front yard, which Kaiya had loved. She had nearly fallen over when she had seen it for the first time, and then immediately tried to hug it.

And Levi glared at it whenever he pulled out of the driveway. 

Even when it was just you and Levi, you’d both put some lights up around your previous apartment. That didn’t mean that Levi didn’t grumble about it the whole time.

For Kaiya’s third birthday this year, you had decided to combine her birthday party with a dinner for Levi over the weekend. And it worked out- Kaiya adores her father, and she had squealed when you asked if she would be okay with it. Levi had protested, not wanting to do anything for his birthday and wanted to give his baby the spotlight. It’s her third birthday, after all. His baby girl’s third birthday. But he had relented when Kaiya looked at him with tear filled eyes and her hands clasped together in pleading-

“Pwease, daddy! I wanna hab birfday wif daddy!”

And really, how could he ever say no to that? So you put Levi to work, asking him to pick up some gold and green glittery streamers the week before and some helium balloons the day of. Kaiya is with Erwin while you run around to pick up a cake and other last minute things. 

Kaiya had wanted a tea party with some of her toddler friends from the neighborhood park for her third birthday and if that doesn’t solidify that she’s Levi’s daughter, you don’t know what does. Her favorite colors right now were greens and yellows, and so that’s how the color scheme of the party goes. But you subtly include bits and pieces of Levi’s personality in there as well- with a silver birthday hat that you had bought specially for him and with his matte black teacup with his name engraved in gold lettering. 

She’s wearing a cute green glittery headband in her dark hair, black pants and a yellow long sleeve shirt with a big, glittery sunflower on it. 

She’s sunshine personified, Levi thinks. He matches her, with a dark green shirt and Kaiya gasps when you whisper to her that her daddy matched her-

“We gween!” Kaiya exclaims happily.

“We have the same birthdays, princess. Of course daddy will match you,” Levi murmurs, taking her in his arms and kissing her cheek.

It’s funny- Levi hardly ever graced you with public displays of affection and vice versa. But when Kaiya came along, he’s become a little more fond of little pecks and soft displays of affection. Kaiya eats it up, with big eyes.

His eyes. Her eyes are so inexplicably a reflection of his. 

“Gween nice, daddy,” Kaiya says, squeezing her Totoro stuffed toy close to her chest.

“It is nice,” Levi agrees, “What else is green the color of?”

“Umm… sky!” Kaiya shouts confidently.

“Good job, princess,” Levi murmurs, gracing her with another kiss to the cheek.

It makes you soft. Watching him carry her to her tea party with her party of three. Her two friends are seated in plastic blue chairs around the play table, while their parents linger with snacks in their hands.

You could combust, watching Levi take a seat on the small plastic chair and tipping his head so Kaiya can place a tiara on his hair. He only gives the kids a soft look, letting them fawn over him. Kaiya’s friends each pour Levi some imaginary tea from the teapot and with soft, toothy grins, “Happy birfday Uncle Levi.”

You take a video and pictures of him to save for later.

Some snow still remains on the grass from a previous snowfall, covering your front and backyard in a pretty coat of paper white magic. Of course, by the time Kaiya’s friends leave and your friends arrive for dinner, Kaiya is asking to build a snowman and make snow angels.

Levi bribes her with cookies to get her to stay inside with him. She had only just gotten over a terrible cold last week and the last thing anyone needed was for her to get sick. Kaiya sits on Erwin’s lap, listening intently to a story he’s telling her about a space princess. Erwin feeds her half of a cookie and she wordlessly chews on it with wide, curious eyes.

You had cut a small cake for Kaiya with her friends and had gotten a bigger cake for both Levi and Kaiya to cut together. It’s a lemon cheesecake and you know both father and daughter will love it. Neither of them have a terribly fond sweet tooth, but this cake is just the right amount of sweet.

After all, you had baked it.

When dinner is over and you’ve refilled glasses of spiced wine for everyone, you bring out the cake with a hearty start of singing ‘Happy Birthday’. Everyone chimes in, Hange with her arms around your shoulders and Kaiya beaming happily. She reaches for Levi and pats his cheek, as if to say ‘pay attention’.

“Hap birfday, daddy,” Kaiya whispers shyly.

“Happy birthday, Kai,” Levi murmurs and pats her forehead fondly. Levi moves to stand next to you and lets Kaiya blow out the candles for him. Levi holds his hand above yours as you cut a slice of cake into sections to feed to both him and Kaiya.

“When did you make this?” Levi asks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, birthday boy,” You tease and feed Kaiya the first piece of cake. She gasps and claps her hands enthusiastically.

“Mommy, it yum,” Kaiya giggles. You kiss her cheek and wipe away some stray cream. 

“Wanna feed daddy, Kiki?” 

Kaiya nods and you help guide the fork to Levi’s mouth. “Thanks, Kai,” Levi says, “Can I feed you?” With another nod, Levi gives Kaiya a small bite. Not wanting to have a sugar rush later in the evening. And finally, you feed Levi a piece of cake, smiling at Erwin when he tells you all to look at him for a photo.

You’re tempted to smear some cake on Levi’s cheek, just to irritate him but you ultimately decide against it. After all, you have something you want to say to him later.

“Hey,” You murmur with a grin, “Happy birthday, my love.”

The tips of his ears tint pink and you pat his cheek before cutting more slices for everyone to have. Mike helps you pass out slices to everyone and you smile at him in thanks.

After everyone has had their fill of wine and cake, everyone begins to yawn and Kaiya even falls asleep in Erwin’s arms. It starts to flurry as well, light specks of white dotting the still air.

Your guests begin to leave after helping you clean up and after you give them leftovers to take home. After the hugs, happy birthdays, and promises that they’ll text you when they get home, Levi swiftly pulls you into his arms for a deep kiss, your knees buckling immediately.

“Is it my birthday?” You ask slyly, “You only kiss me like that when it’s my birthday.”

“That’s a fuckin’ lie,” Levi rolls his eyes.

“Yeah,” You say dreamily, “It is. You wanna go to bed or have another glass of wine?”

Levi wordlessly pulls you into the bedroom after making sure Kaiya is asleep, dropping kisses up and down your neck. His lips muffle your soft sounds, his hands gripping the curve of your hips and sliding down to your ass. He undresses you easily, peeling you out of your blouse and unbuttons your jeans. 

You’re in no rush. You only press against him, hands traveling the expanse of his broad chest and squeezing lightly.

“I wanna tell you something,” You mumble weakly, lips deliciously close to his ear.

He hums in response, pulling away to look you in the eyes. A hand comes to rest against your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone.

“I love you,” You say earnestly, “But also. I want another kid. I wanna give Kai a sibling. I wanna make you a daddy again. Wanna give me a baby, daddy?”

Levi rolls his eyes at your use of the word, swatting your ass lightly. “Kaiya would be a good big sister. And… I’ve been thinking about it, too.”

“Why didn’t either of us say anything then?”

“The idea was marinating-”

“Marinating? Don’t say that the idea of a second baby was marinating like meat in the fridge,” You joke, swatting his chest, “I was trying to be cute, by telling you on your birthday celebration. And you just compared our second baby to marinade-”

“I wanna make us parents again,” Levi whispers, cutting you off, “Want some of my marinade?”

“Do I ever,” You grin, licking a stripe up his neck, “So a second kid? You ready for it?”

“Are you ready for it? Are we ready for it?”

“I’m ready if it’s with you, my love,” You say softly, with a smile, “I’m ready for anything if it’s with you.”

tags: @simpingmaize​ @captainchrisstan​ @alrightberries​

[moonlightflower21]

Some lesbian stuff with mob!April😳 and how the mob!brothers would react to April and her s/o making out around the corner on a mission -bee 🐝

i'm so annoyed that i misread this ask. and i wrote something completely different instead 🙄 sorry nonnie. i hope you enjoy this one though.

"y/n there you are! been looking all over for you" her voice was softer, sweeter than the tone she used with the turtles. and it made your heart warm when she used it only for you.

"here i am" you chuckle, turning around and admiring her in her outfit. her tank top was tight-fitting, showing off those curves. she wore tight trousers with heel boots, her tanto strapped to her thigh. a cap on her head, her messy curls dancing around her shoulders. it should have been tied up but april was never one to follow instructions as well as she should have.

"what's wrong, princess?" she cooed, her arms draped on your shoulders gently playing with your hair. her body pressed flush against yours making your mind swim with sinful thoughts. she knew exactly how to turn you on and all your delightful sweet spots.

"nothing..." you let out a small breath, her lips gently pecked yours once and then she pulled away. much to your annoyance.

"you don't seem so happy to see me" she teased, tugging your hair a little to reveal your neck. a small whimper escaped your parted lips, your hands bringing her close.

"i'm always happy to see you, i just worry for you sometimes" holding her head between your hands, you gently trace those gorgeous cheekbones. she leans into your touch, her lips curling into a beautiful smile.

"i'm sorry baby, i don't mean to worry you. how about if i make it up to you?" her blue eyes held a mischievous glint making you chuckle.

"and what would that be?" she doesn't even answer your question, pressing her lips to yours in an instant. her hand cradles your jaw as her tongue swipes your bottom lip, asking for permission. and you give in to her, letting her take the control for now. she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around your waist, her leg going in between yours.

"april!! where the fuck are- oh... OH" mikey awkwardly pauses at the door, giving you both an embarrassed look. it made you chuckle internally

"way to ruin our moment, asshole" april glared at the terrapin who matched her look. and then gave a ghost of smile, handing her a file.

"complete this and you can go back to getting down and dirty" he winked at the woman who rolled her eyes and flocked his plastron

"jealously doesn't suit you mike. though i can understand why you'd be jealous of y/n. she's special" april winks at you while mikey looks at you over. he doesn't seem so sure of what to make of you and you understand but that doesn't make him any less scary. he leaves and it's just you and the woman you adore.

"you comin, babe?" april snaps you out of your daydream and you quickly glance at her, shaking your head.

"i've had a rough day, think i'm gonna hit the bed" you nod and she gives you a soft smile, coming towards you

"make sure you eat some medicine and drink some water. i'll make sure someone brings it up to you" she kisses your forehead and then your lips.

"goodnight baby, sleep well. i love you"