#the one on the lobe she got it as a baby basically

[mandoart]

thinking Riel gifts Eos the expensive hair gel he uses bc #friends# and ppl think they are a couple for the longest time literally up until she n Blade are public (so...in 30 years)

[br7ght]

i love you (i'm sorry) lucy bronze x reader

summary: You and Lucy have been sleeping with each other for months, you're convinced that there's something between you both but if you're right you know you're going to have to break her heart.

warnings: soft sex, fingering, praise, angst, i'm so sorry in advance

pairing: lucy bronze x reader

word count: 3k

smut 18+

Once again based on this ask here! maybe @occasionallyaurora and I are becoming the best duo out there, who knows...

Lucy’s hand was stroking through the back of your hair instead of squeezing around your neck, making you hum nicely instead of whining against her grip. Her head was nestled between your shoulder and your neck, placing gentle kisses up the length of your throat, ending up with a singular peck against your ear lobe. This was different. 

You were both undressed underneath your duvet covers, bodies slowly moulding together as you moved in such rhythm with one another that you were basically one person. There was a real warmth between you both, one that was passionate and gentle rather than a heat filled with lust and adrenaline. Her fingers were tracing your stomach, the confidence draining from the older woman as you felt her hands tremble as they worked down your body.

“Is everything okay, love?” You question, grabbing onto her hand and forcing her to look at you. All of your worries were instantly removed when you were met with that smile that made you sleep with her in the first place. 

“Sweetheart, I’m okay, I just want to take tonight slowly,” She said, her voice almost a whisper, “I want to take the time to really worship you, exactly how you deserve.” Lucy was definitely a talker, obviously she was good in bed, but her words alone could take you over the edge. She knew how to make your cheeks flush red, making you hide your face in the bed sheets which she enjoyed pulling you out of. You nod almost immediately and she continues to smile at you, rewarding her with a smile of your own back. She shook her head in pure happiness and disbelief that she got the chance to have you like this. 

Her hand continued its path down your body, making you react to every single touch she placed against your burning skin. You weren’t used to having everything dragged out for so long, you’d been sleeping together for about 6 months now and usually it was all the same. You’d find any place you could and clothes would be ripped off, the sex would be rough and she’d have you screaming her name within minutes. As much as you loved that dynamic between you, this was better than anything you could���ve imagined and it had barely even started yet. 

You felt her hands between your thighs, gently spreading your thighs open so she had full access to you. Even these touches were soft and careful, patiently waiting for your hips to jerk up against her hand as she cupped your arousal. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Lucy grinned as she felt your wetness soak into her hand, not giving you any friction that you were desperately pleading for. 

“Your fingers, please, anything.” You gulped, your bottom lip between your teeth as she scanned the length of your body before finally giving into you. Usually she could have you waiting and begging for as long as she wanted, knowing that she was completely in control, never usually giving you a decider in the evenings activities. 

“I’ll do everything you ask for my love.” She smiles, her face beaming down over you as her fingers gathered at your arousal, dragging it upwards until she found your swollen clit, gently circling her fingertips over the top of it. You groaned deeply, your legs opening wider as she continued loose motions against you, each swipe of your bud making you pull her body closer to yours. You reached up for a kiss, and when your lips connected it felt completely different, it wasn’t desperate, it was like you had been created to kiss one another. Your lips moved with hers in complete union as her tongue traced your lip, begging, which you allowed and as she explored your mouth she edged her fingers towards your entrance.

“Please Lucy.” That was all she needed, dipping her finger through your folds and working herself into you, listening intensely to the way you gasped at the feeling of being filled by her. She held her hand still for a moment before pulling out and thrusting gently back into you. You were already whining and she loved how loud you were when she was inside of you, making it one of her favourite things to do. 

“That's it, good girl.” She praises and your heart stops for a moment, she’d rarely called you that and you swore it doubled the arousal that was pooling into the palm of her hand. You looked up at her with such intense desire that she knew she’d hit the right spot, both physically and vocally. “Keep making those little sounds, my pretty girl.” 

She started pumping her fingers quicker into you now, repositioning her hand so her thumb could brush up against your neglected clit. The contact making you a moaning mess beneath her hand. She never spoke to you like this, her voice deep and calming and you wrapped your hand around the back of her neck, just wanting to touch her. 

“Luce, Luce.” You call out, her fingers pumping quicker into you, the circles around your clit becoming more precise, slowly adding more pressure as she felt your body tremble beneath her. She stroked your hair behind your ear, planting a kiss against your cheek as you called out for her, “Lucy, I’m close, please don’t stop.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, princess.” She smirked, not a daring or evil smirk, but one that told you that she was obsessed with the way she could make you feel. She continued what she was doing, driving you closer and closer to tumbling over the edge, all of her kisses up and down your body taking you closer. Your moans started becoming more high pitched, your legs barely able to hold themselves open as her fingers thrusted harshly in and out of you. “Come for me darling, show me how good I make you feel.”

With that you were moaning her name, your body shaking through the orgasm that was even more intense than the ones that came from her usual rough and dominating nights. She continued to thrust into you, not stopping her thumb drawing small circles around your throbbing bundle of nerves as you rode out your climax. Even with your eyes slammed shut you could feel the awe inspired gaze that she had on your body as she watched you finish on her fingers. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty when you come for me.” Lucy whispered into the shell of your ear, the warmth of her breath giving you goosebumps as she retracted her fingers, bringing them up to her mouth to taste you against her tongue. 

You were basically speechless, you’d never experienced an orgasm like that with Lucy before, one that you didn’t have to beg for, one that felt like it was filled with care and compassion. “Lucy, that was so perfect.” You hummed against her neck as she pulled the covers back over your, keeping you warm against her body. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked like she was settling down to go to sleep and she laughed at your reaction. 

“What are you looking so confused about, hm?” Lucy teases, outstretching her arm and letting you roll into her hold, settling your head against her chest as her hand into your hair again, stroking gently through your locks. 

“It’s usually just not over this quickly, not that I’m complaining or anything.” You giggle nervously, her gaze locking with yours. 

“We have plenty of time to have more nights like that baby, but this one felt too perfect to mess it up now.” Her words were sincere, yet your heart starts racing faster at the one word that stood out to you, time. You hadn’t told her yet, you thought it was going to be an easy announcement to make, but after tonight there was no way you could tell her now. Her eyes were already struggling to stay open as she found comfort in holding you against her body. 

You shut your eyes in pretence, wanting to make sure she didn’t feel like there was something wrong. Once they’d been shut for a few minutes you felt her lean over you, placing a kiss against your forehead. You swear you could hear her mumble something into your skin but you chose to ignore it, your head just spinning with the news you had yet to tell her, knowing that it was going to have to be soon, and now knowing it was going to be harder than you first thought. 

—-

When you awoke you were in your bed alone, and you sighed a breath of relief. As much as you adored last night, it felt too much like something that was going to make breaking the news to her so much harder than before. Lucy rarely brought emotions into your casual relationship, but last night was so perfectly blissful that you had really started to panic. Now as you lay in the bed on your own you realised that she must’ve just been in a softer mood than usual, just wanting something to fulfill her emotional feelings that night. 

After a few moments you wrapped yourself up in an oversized jumper, putting on some socks before heading down to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast for the day ahead. As soon as you made it halfway down the stairs you could hear someone clattering about in your kitchen so you sped up in order to see who it was. With no surprise, there was the older brunette plating up her cooking onto two plates that she’d set at your dinner table. You smiled, then forced yourself not to, walking up to her with a plain expression on your face. 

“Morning love, I woke up early so I thought I’d make you breakfast.” She announced, a huge grin on her face as she presented her full English breakfast to you, pulling out the chair for you and waiting for you to take a seat. As you did, she placed a kiss against your cheek and you couldn’t help but smile at the warming gestures. 

“You didn’t have to do all this Luce, seriously.” You remarked, picking up the coffee that she’d made for you, exactly how you liked it, she knew you better than you thought she did. 

“I wanted to love.” She smiles, sitting herself down opposite you and immediately picking up the piece of toast and taking a huge bite from it. “I want more than what we have, I want to be able to call you my girlfriend.” 

There it was. You knew it was coming. You felt your face begin to burn up as you knew that you were going to have to break her heart right in front of her and her breakfast that she’d gotten up specifically to make you. You could tell she had been planning this, you could even see the nerves in her eyes as she said it. You place your mug against the table, setting it down harder than you needed to, but you could barely breathe at the thought of breaking her heart right in this very moment, this is never how you’d planned to tell her. 

“Lucy, I can’t. I’m sorry.” Your head hung, your eyes shut tightly as your hair fell messily in front of your face. She reached for your hand, not understanding why you were acting like this. It had always seemed like you were the one that wanted more, from the very beginning that was made very clear. However, it was too late, you weren’t going to be around for much longer. You pulled away from her grip that was stroking small circles into the back of your hand. You couldn’t even look at her in the fear of being met with a heartbroken face, one that wasn’t created to look hurt, you couldn’t bear to see her upset. “I’m transferring.” 

It wasn’t like you were hiding it, the fact that you weren’t happy at Manchester United was an open secret. Everybody knew that you wouldn’t be renewing your contract with them when it expired this summer - it was a huge rumour already between players and fans even if it hadn’t been announced publicly yet. 

“I knew you would be, but why does that mean we can’t have this, it works so perfectly me and you.” Lucy said and it broke your heart, you found the courage to look at her but when you saw her glossy eyes you couldn’t hold the gaze for longer than a second. “Just because you won’t be in Manchester, that's fine, London’s not that far away my love.” 

“London?” You questioned, sucking in a breath, looking up at her with confusion. 

“Well yeah, I heard Arsenal wants you. Is that not where you’re going?” Lucy asked and you gulped, trying to push back the tears. You’d seen all the rumours online; that Arsenal were desperate to have you, and you would be lucky to play for them. You had been ready to make that choice until your dream team since you were young had finally shown an interest in buying you. 

“Luce, I’m transferring to Barcelona.” You could hear a pin drop in the silence that surrounded you both. You were looking straight at her as she fighted internally with herself to not seem selfish in this scenario - priding herself on not being that person. 

“That's your dream! I’m so happy for you.” She said, choking through tears that she refused to let fall from her eyes, but you could see them. She was right, it really was your dream and you didn’t even know you wanted something this bad. The prestige the club had, the facilities, the trainers, coaches, and players, but most of all their need to win - absolutely everything. You had sat on pins and needles for at least a week and a half, fielding calls from your agent, United, and Barca. Everyone wanted to make sure they got the best deal out of your transfer. It was at least comforting that your agent dropped the fact that Barca would still want you if the transfer fell through, after your contract expired, and would wait to sign you for free if they had to. Ultimately, a deal had been reached and after the Christmas break you would be heading to Barcelona. 

“Lucy, don’t.” You say, feeling an intense amount of emotion over how Lucy was looking at you. Her eyes were glassy with tears but you could see how she was shaking them back, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear almost resetting herself. 

“No, look, it's okay. I was just being silly anyway, you need to go and live the dream.” You hated her referring to you both as silly, but you knew she just couldn’t admit to being absolutely heartbroken by the news she’d just received. 

“It’s not silly.” You state, your eyes squinting now, unable to push back the tears flooding your vision. It was your turn to reach for her hand now but before you could reach she pulled it back, shaking her head at you. “I’m in love with you Lucy.” You couldn’t believe what you’d said, but you’d said it and you meant it, more than anything you’d ever said before. 

“I’m not letting you get held back by me. You’re at your peak and you’ve got to go and make it in Barcelona, really get your name out there.” Lucy was changing the subject again, wanting to talk about anything but the fact that she’d just admitted her feelings for you and was left without anything to show for it.

“Lucy, listen to what I’m saying. I love you.” You were repeating yourself, every time you said it it felt more and more right, even if you knew it was never going to work out now you were moving. 

“I can hear you, but it’s not going to work, is it? I’ll still be here at Man City, while you’re there.” Her voice cracked at the words, her head lowering, not able to make eye contact with you anymore. 

“I’m sorry.” That's all you had left. She wouldn’t let you hold her hand, she wouldn’t let you comfort her anymore, and it was finally kicking in that you’d lost something you didn’t even know you truly had. 

“Don’t be sorry. It’s no one’s fault.” Lucy said, finally looking up to look at you again, you saw a singular tear drop down her cheek, but she didn’t rush to wipe it away. Instead, she let it soak into her skin, like she wanted to feel herself finally giving into her heartbreak. “Just wasn’t meant to be was it?” 

She left it a few seconds, letting the words sink into both of you before standing up and grabbing her coat from the back of her chair. 

“Are you leaving?” You ask, your voice hoarse and quiet. She nodded, her lips pursed together as she hooks her arms into her jacket. You stand up to meet her, but she turns away, walking towards the door. “Lucy, wait.” You grabbed her arm, pulling her back around and standing no further than a few inches away from her. She looked at you like it was the last time she was ever going to see you, both of you seemingly pretending like you weren’t going to have to continue the rest of the season for your teams or for England. 

She allowed herself to edge closer to your face, placing one soft kiss against your lips, but you held her in place and you both took a breath before allowing your lips to collide with each others again, just how you had last night. You could feel the wetness of her cheeks as you reached up to hold her face and it broke you down again before you felt her pull away from you. You both remained still for a moment, your head falling into her chest as she rested her chin against your hair, placing one final kiss against your scalp. 

“I’ll see you around, okay.” Lucy announced and you couldn’t even respond, just giving her a small nod as you watched her leave, but it didn’t really settle in until you heard the front door slam shut and you were left alone surrounded by her gestures of love that she’d made for you and you’d been forced to turn down. 

You didn’t know what else to do apart from clear the breakfast up, tears rolling down your cheeks as you scraped the leftovers into the bin, watching as everything she’d done for you had just been thrown away. You don’t remember how long you stood just staring at nothing, waiting for Lucy to come straight back through the front door and tell you that you both could make it work, but she didn’t. She never came back to your house again. 

You found your way back into your bedroom, crawling back into the duvet, and immediately the scent of her perfume hit your nose and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sobbed into the pillow, hating how you’d left things, but you knew you’d both come to accept the fact that what's done was done and you let it run back and forth through your mind until sleep took hold of you. 

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How do you think readers love aggression would be towards baby Sarah and Joel. Cuddling even though she still thinks it’s not close enough (I’m talking wanting to literally be in their skin) , kisses, love nibbles on the cheek, repeat.

When Sarah was in lil baby infant stage but just starting to plump up like a fat bean from all that milk, preggo wife couldn't get enough of those cheeks. You'd literally nibble and much on them, sucking them in your mouth and letting out with a pop. Sarah was confused but got used to it and didn't mind you were leaving basically hickies on her cheeks so they were always rosy.

Or putting her stinky little feet all up your nose and face. Just absolutely obsessed with her grippers and bitty toes. Giving them a big waft and going "stinkytoestinkytoes!" As she giggles below. You urge Joel to give em a good sniff and he's just at a point where he doesn't know how normal this is for new mom behavior because he definitely doesn't obsess over Sarah's stinky toes the way they bring you such joy.

And you'd always hold her. Like if there was an inconvenient moment that could have been solved If you just put her down, you wouldn't. You HAD to hold her everywhere doing everything. Joel couldn't cuddle you unless Sarah was between you. Dropped something? Your feet could grab it and toss it up. Even when Joel offers to hold her, you pull away offended that he would take your baby away.

Joel set up the whole nursery just for Sarah and yet you somehow managed to drag all the furniture into your bedroom, cramming it up but ensuring she wouldn't need to leave your sight at night.

Eventually she's at a point where she can sleep In her own crib for more than 3 hours at a time, and with a baby monitor all set up, it was time for the parents bedroom to go back to being parents only.

Except that STILL didn't stop you because each time he woke up, Sarah was STILL in his bed between you two in the morning.

"And how did she get there, sweetie?" He asks rhetorically for the 4th night.

"Must have floated in..." you shrug.

Joel catches you again sneaking out and going for Sarah and carries you back to bed.

You both hear Sarah crying , and with a tricky wiggle, you escape his grasp and rush to her room. She stops crying the second you pick her up and coo her.

"She needs to learn to self soothe!"

"She can self soothe--with me!"

And he's trying to get you to sleep but you're always up for her, wanting any excuse to bring her to your arms at night.

Eventually Joel finds you crying, sitting in defeat pawing at Sarah's door as she cries inside because Joel wouldn't let you in, and you're both just crying for each other like its torture at 3am being apart.

As for Joel:

Regular arm biting randomly during a movie or when he's got his arm slung around you and his juicy beef is within range.

Tommy makes comments that you always leave such... potent love bites during sex but it's not even during sex. You just randomly nip him like an affectionate shark.

If the whole couch is available, you'll sit damn near right on top of him just to do your own thing.

Kissing his scruff then again, then a big fat wet long one, and he loves how you trail to mark his jaw and neck, unntil you're just suckling his ear lobes and he's like 'ok that wasn't going where i thought it was' and has to tone his boner down as it's not you "trying to make out with him to make love" time, it's you "trying to eat him comfortingly out of love" time.

Or randomly you'll just nuzzle into him, arms wrapped tightly around his chest like hes a pillow, digging your toes into his calves because he's so strong and burly and yours that you whisper "I want to be inside you."

And Joel gives you the wildest look like you just suggested THAT. But your face is so innocent and sweet and smiley that he doesn't understand how you just said THAT without actually meaning THAT.

Hes running away with his hands grabbing his ass protectively as you're chasing him begging to live inside him, the whole time the two of you are misunderstanding one another.

[theladyofrosewater]

If any of you guys have read my fic "He Never Did" on AO3, then you might be familiar with this idea but I've decided to expand on it with a new au.

(More art at the end by the way)

The first big difference between this AU and canon is that Charlie never died, she never got locked out of her party and William never killed her. Her parents divorced when she was around 10 and her mom took Sammy in the divorce while Henry got Charlie.

Also side note but like standard FNAF content warning because I know a big chunk of my followers dont care about fnaf.

Basic backstory is in 1982 William gets springlocked but survives which sets him on the path of searching for some form of immortality, after this incident he starts acting colder to his family which causes Michael to start acting out and later leads to the prank that goes wrong and kills his younger brother in 1983 with the bite. This leads to the family further falling apart, especially when William starts his experiments which of course leads to Elizabeth's death and the Missing Children's Incident in 1985. Unfortunately, just like how we see in Sister Location the animatronics and the ghosts inside of them are mistreated terribly and without the Puppet being there to calm them down or at least direct the anger towards just adults. They start behaving a lot more dangerously and maiming and evening killing a few people, with the Bite of '87 instead being an incident where several people were killed instead of just a brain injury (don't worry even though he's not featured in this au Jeremy was relatively fine besides the whole frontal lobe thing). Henry is freaking out over all of this while getting most of the blame, while William uses this opportunity to do more experiments. Henry then closes Freddy's for a few years, with the promise it will reopen in a few years once everything has been resolved. William gets pissed and they get into a huge argument afterward Henry kicks him from the company and William opens Circus Baby's Rentals to continue his work. After a few years he gets a breakthrough with remnant but ruins into a huge problem.

In my AU remnant isn't exactly a cure all. It's absolutely TERRIBLE at de-aging someone unless you literally have gallons of the stuff, and even remaining at your current age take a lot in addition to the fact that until you wait for it to disperse into your bloodstream and get absorbed, a person becomes highly flammable and you have to deal with bouts of nausea and vomiting unless you find a good doner match if you consume large amounts. Something important to note is it's similar to blood in my rewrite with a WAY longer regeneration time, like 6-12 months compared to blood's few weeks, but killing someone violently or drawing it out gets you a higher yield

So, William hits a wall in terms of his research that until remembers that he still has (at least in this AU) two kids left alive, Michael and Vanessa. Now right now Vanessa is about 5 and William tested both her and Michael and found that Vanessa would be a terrible match for him but a decent match for any of her siblings, both the live one and the dead ones, so he notes that down but basically ignores her. Not Michael though, he unfortunately could provide a similar enough template to William that any experiments performed on Michael would roughly have the same outcome if performed on William. So, like in canon he convinces Michael to work at Circus Baby's so he can experiment on Michael in secret and if Michael dies, see if he can be brought back. Unfortunately, while William is out of state dealing with investors and some of his other testing grounds, Michael gets scooped and after Ennard leaves him for dead, he wanders around until he finds his way to where Charlie lives because Michael thinks he is well DYING and A. needs someone to know his sister doesn't have anyone to take care of her and B. This is a Marlie AU and if Michael is going to die, he's at least going to tell the girl that he likes how he feels before he kicks the bucket. So, he does and then immediately falls into a coma because he's like super weak and Charlie is freaking out because oh my god what else would you do. She's freaking out on her porch when who shows up but William. What happens next is basically what happens in the fic I wrote. He basically tells Charlie "Hey Michael is basically going to be a suffering mess in constant pain forever unless you help me murder people so we can fix him and if you say no, I may just murder you instead" So Charlie agrees and after about two months, they have hypothetically "fixed" Michael, but he still hasn't woken up yet. William then hands Charlie a case of remnant and tells her to use it on Michael until its gone and then he'll wake up. William then disappears! and yes, he does abandon 5-year-old Vanessa, but don't worry she still has Charlie. So, Charlie does as she's instructed but here comes the issue. Michael never wakes up, no matter how much Charlie waits, in fact he stops even breathing and goes in a rigor mortis like state. Charlie is heartbroken and one night during a thunderstorm she gets a really fucked up idea.

She needs more remnant.

Specifically, she saw and read Williams notes about remnant compatibility and knows that both William and Vanessa have a high compatibility with Michael. Now she's obviously not going to hurt Vanessa, so Charlie goes to the Afton house to try and get answers from William but again he's not there, what Charlie does find is a taunting note and some VERY unsettling records of all the child murder, so Charlie then decides to hunt him down. Obviously, she can't just abandon Vanessa alone with her comatose/possibly dead brother so she heads home to plan. The first thing she does is empty out a freezer in her garage and she sticks Michael in there after giving him another dose of remnant just in case and gathers up all of Vanessa's things and drops her off at Jessica's house, She tells Jessica she has to be gone for a little bit but promises she'll be back as soon as she can and even puts a wad of cash into her best friend's hands as she runs off. Jessica is a little pissed but mostly worried, so she waits exactly a week before she decides to go check on Charlie. Instead of finding Charlie however, she finds an equally confused and concerned Henry because he'd been calling Charlie's house phone and there had been no response. After Jessica tells him how weird Charlie the last time was she saw her, the two decide to enter the house and grow increasingly more concerned as they see that the house is a mess and find more and more concerning notes and papers. Side note Jessica took Vanessa with her because she wasn't going to leave the kid alone. The tour of the house gets worse when they end up in the garage and when Henry is freaking out and little baby Vanessa asks him to be quiet because "Mikey's sleeping right now" and points to the freezer. Que the abject horror of Jessica and Henry as they open the freezer and find what they think is Michael's corpse, which looks like someone has performed surgery on and he's missing an arm which was replaced by a modified endoskeleton hand. Henry and Jessica then rush out of the room, with Jessica dragging Vanessa out with her. They then start freaking out and due to shenanigans Vanessa somehow manages to electrocute Michael because "that's what they do in cartoons." and they start freaking out even MORE when Michael actual wakes up very confused to why he's not dead. Eventually once everyone calms down and talks it out, they realize they need to find Charlie and probably also William.

The main plot of this AU will follow Charlie hunting down William while she frees the spirits she finds along the way. Henry, Jessica and Michael with little Vanessa tagging along have to find Charlie and William to prevent any future possible murders.

If you've made it this far down, Congrats! feel free to send in an ask about the au if you're curious about anything!

[abbyromanoff]

Thicc!R getting hit on by a hung g!p fuccboi!Carol

Smutty and a bit funny

Not like the others

Pairings: g!p Carol Danvers x reader

Summary: Carol wanted you more than any other boring hook up of hers, so she took matter into her own hands, quite literally

Word count: 1,816

Warnings: smut, cunnilingus, fingering, hand jobs, small dirty talk, praising, degrading, think that’s it

“Please! I promise I’ll make you feel good.” She’s been begging over and over again for the past hour, it was starting to get annoying. She grabbed your ass in her hands and turned you to face her, you saw clear desperation on her face.

You sighed and responded to her for what felt like the ten thousandth time. “For the last time Carol, no. I’m not going to be one of your stupid hook ups that you dump onto the street once you’re needs are fulfilled.” As much as you’d love to have Carol rail you into oblivion you didn’t want to get hurt, you’ve heard too many stories of how she’d tell women to get lost after making them fall in love with her.

The other girl looked down and nodded, you thought she was finally going to back off but she insisted on taking you home tonight. “Fine. But can we just dance? I really like this song and I don’t have anyone else that I can do that with.”

“Don’t you have at least twenty women lined up that would just beg to dance with you ms. Danvers?” You asked, knowing she was just trying to get into your pants still. “Yeah but none of them are you.” She said with a smirk, trying to get you flustered which she learned was not easy. She hung out her hand and waited for you to grab it and run onto the dance floor with her.

You gave a tight lipped smile and slapped down your hand onto her awaiting one. “Fine. But only one song.” She smiled in victory and took you over to the jock filled room where music blasted in the background. It started off simple, until she turned you around and made you grind your large bottom on her crotch.

You played along, starting to fall into her trap and let her take you. Her pants did a terrible job at confining her hard on, it was basically screaming to be let out and to finally be inside you. Carol often dreamed of the day where you’d finally give in, even picturing you when she fucked other women which may have resulted in being thrown out when she accidentally moaned your name. She’d stare at you in lectures and picture what it would be like to have your mouth filled with her cock while you looked up at her with doe eyes. Or how tight and wet your pussy would be, she’d end up walking out trying to cover her erection.

Feeling you grind onto her made the woman almost burst, reaching around she manhandled your breasts as if there weren’t hundreds of other people here.

“You like my hands on you baby? I told you you’d love it, feeling my hard cock all up against your ass, that’s all from you sweetheart.” Came a whisper into your ear, she lightly sucked on the lobe before lowering her face into your neck. She left traces of her all over your exposed areas, wanting to show everyone that she owned you.

When she couldn’t take it anymore she grabbed your hand and was about to lead you into one of the bedrooms when you suddenly stopped her. “Fuck me when you’re less drunk Carol.” You said as you walked out of the house with her following behind. She promised you that she didn’t have that many drinks but her light stutter proved you were right. That night she didn’t even want to take a girl home, she just wanted you. But for now all she got to do was jerk off thinking about you, having to use her imagination once again.

The next day came and you sat in your regular seat, this time Carol stole the chair next to you instead of letting that jock who’s clearly in love with you sit there. Over the whole lesson she’d occasionally grace her hand on your thigh, slowly going higher until your breath hitched.

“You know I think you were very unfair last night, leaving me high and dry like that, I think I deserve an apology don’t you?” You snorted at her words, going to whisper out a response. “Maybe it’s what you deserved.” You finished speaking only to be dismissed from the class and have Carol trailing behind you like a lost puppy.

“Please Y/N, what do I have to do to finally sleep with you? Why won’t you just let me fuck you, I promise I’m good, I’ll even pull out or wear a condom if you want.” You were starting to feel bad with how much begging she was doing.

“Because I don’t want you to throw me out after like some dog on the street. Trust me I know what it feels like and it doesn’t feel good.” She stared at you with slight shock in her eyes, who would ever throw someone like you away? Before she could speak you were walking away again, she tried getting to you but she lost track of where you went.

The next day she was standing in front of your dorm with flowers in hand. Knocking on the door she quickly got herself ready but dropped the item in hand, resulting in her getting onto her knees to pick it up quickly. When you opened the door you found the woman on her knees right in front of you. She quickly pulled herself together and stood up, leaning her hand on the wall to try and seduce you only to end up almost falling once again. You stifled a laugh as she looked down in embarrassment.

“Well, uh, can I come in?” You sighed and gave a small smile, opening the door further so she could walk in. She awkwardly handed you the flowers and sat on your bed, swinging her legs back and forth like a little kid. You sat down next to her as you both looked around trying to find anything to talk about.

“So.” You started.

“So, uhm, about the other night, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kind of force you to sleep with me, I'm not like that.” You nodded and forced a tight lipped smile.

“It’s fine, if I’m being honest I probably made a mistake rejecting you that night.” Hearing your words her head shot up, looking at you in shock.

“Oh! Well uh. if you want, I mean we could do that sometime you know.” Carol didn’t know what to say, she’s usually so confident but it’s like you turn her to mush. You finally agreed with a bit of hesitation, Carol’s face lit up but she remained calm, wanting to give you the best time. You both slowly leaned in, giving one another time in case one of you wants to pull away. When neither of you leaned back your lips connected, Carol controlled the kiss as her hands went to feel you up, playing with your pantie line.

The kiss slowly progressed as she pushed you to lay down on the bed and went on top of you. You took off her football jacket and threw it to the side where your shirt was, it’s a good thing your roommate isn’t home.

She swiftly pulled off your pants and then your bra, taking a moment to admire your breasts.

She moved her body down now facing your pantie covered cunt. She gave a long lick through the clothing, grabbing your thick thighs and placing them around her head. She teased her finger over your center and lightly pushed down on your clit. The wet spot that was left behind from all of her teasing turned her on, she loved the thought of getting you so horny for her.

“Carol please! Just- do something I’m begging you!” She chuckled and finally gave in, pulling your underwear down and finally giving kitten licks up your folds. She ran a finger over your hole, asking permission to enter. She slowly pushed her digit inside of you, letting you get used to the feeling as she sucked your clit. Your moans were all the approval she needed as she started to thrust in and out of you.

“You’re so tight, can barely fit my finger in you.” She muffled out before going back to your swollen bud.

“Yes! Fuck your mouth is so, good.” She kept one arm wrapped around your leg and her other hand was busy adding a second finger to your pussy. You already felt so full, it’s been a long time since you’ve had someone finger you like this. You tried finding something to hold onto or to pull but ended up using her soft hair. Trying to relieve herself she used your leg to slowly hump herself on, her hard on hitting the right spot each movement. She moaned into your pussy, the vibration getting you closer to the edge.

You started to play with your breasts, putting on a show for the other woman. You soon Felt a third digit teasing you asking to be let into your already filled hole. “Taking my fingers so well princess, can’t wait to fill you with my cock.” You could already picture it, her length sliding in and out of you at a fast speed, her load shooting into you as she collapses on top of you. Her three fingers went in and out of you at a fast pace, fucking you like no man ever has.

“Carol! I’m gonna-” “Shh, it’s alright. Cum all over my fingers baby, I know you want to.” It was true. You wanted nothing more than to finish all over her long fingers and have her lick the rest of you up. Carol was getting closer to her own release as she continued to hump you for some sort of relief. You soon came over her hands from her encouraging words, trying to silent your screams you used your hand to bite.

“That’s it, such a good girl for me aren’t you?” You nodded as best as you could as you came down from your high, her fingers still inside you waiting to be licked off from her mouth. She brought herself up to look at your face, admiring the blissed out look you gave her. Slowly unbuttoning her pants she pulled out her hard length dripping with pre-cum. Wrapping her hand around it she slowly jerked herself off in front of you, watching how you eyed her cock with pure hunger and need. Gathering up the courage you leaned forward, replacing her hand with your own and placing kisses around her tip. Making her lie down as you previously did you licked around her base and fondled her balls in your other hand. She looked so needy then, the big dominant woman now whimpering underneath you.

“Let me repay you now.”

[popcornforone]

Monday Moods

A Pre-Outbreak Joel Miller Fan Fic

I was struggling what as to what I could write next. You all know I have so many in draft but I had a few people go oooh a new Joel… So here we are posting about Joel before his world fell apart. It’s been a while since I’ve written him. I do have another Joel in draft but I’m just not feeling it at the moment.

Synopsis: Your night shift is over & Sarah is off to school, what can you & Joel do to make this less of a moody Monday.

Word count:2550

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF TOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! PURE SMUT piv sex, stimulation, licking, nipple sucking, teasing, swearing. Slight age gap but not huge, mentions of loss of virginity. This is also based on Pedros Joel & it is before the events of the show. Basically it’s full on sex.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, it’s always really appreciated. All feedback is always welcome, it’s helps me grow as a writer. Enjoy.

“I hate Mondays” slam the front door goes. Sarah might have marched her way out of the house onto the school bus, but she left part of the Monday mood behind with her. Your night shift means you’re already cranky ready for 4 nights off, before the next shift rotation starts. It’s only the sight of your partner coming downstairs that makes you smile. Not even the decaf coffee has done that.

“Was Sarah mean to you?” Joel asks sounding genuinely concerned that the two of you may have fallen out & it’s not even 8am. You’re not her mum. He can see the glazed eyes staring back at him. They are trying to care & be alive for him, but he can tell you’ve just had it now, they need a rest. He slurps on his orange Juice straight from the carton as he leans on the kitchen counter. His morning hair all over the place, not even brushed.

“You’d hate Mondays too if you had double math at the age of 15” you say with a frown as he drinks. He clocks your stern look. The free hand apologising as he then starts to hunt for a glass.

“Fair point, it’s why they teach them advanced math, isn’t math just enough?”

“Clearly not” you reply slurping your coffee, trying not to smirk at his remark. You want to be tired but not angry when you got to bed in a little while. “How many shifts have you got today?” You genuinely ask your lover with care. You’re slowly becoming a bit more like you.

“Just the two, first one doesn’t start until

Mid-day,so I’ve got time to spend with the other special girl in my life” he says as he comes across to you, kissing up your arm.

You look around.

“I don’t see a special girl in here” you joke letting him pepper you with kisses. A nip here or there, making you shudder.

“Well that’s because all the curtains are pulled & there’s no mirror to reflect your special face back at you” his juice & breakfast are no longer what he had an appetite for. His smile insinuating he wants much more than that.

“Joel? really? now?”

“Yes now or it won’t be til I’m dirty & sweaty tonight” he says. His neck kisses always make you give in. You’ve always been putty in his hands.

“Maybe I prefer you like that”

“I think you do, my specialty is to be as scruffy & rough as you want me”

“Speaking of which baby, your T-shirt’s inside out” you chuckle.

You fling your arms around Joel & your lips meet his. He might be rough & rougged, but those hands that he always has to clean, make you feel like the dirtiest thing of all. At just His touch, you feel like you were 17 again, the age you were when he first asked you to babysit his 4 year old 11 years ago. He still gives you butterflies each time he kisses you, like when you first saw him. A teenager with a fantasy when he would drive you home. You were not the reason for Sarah mum leaving but once you came back from college each summer, it was hard for him to not ignore you. You just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

The kiss breaks & he then stands up & you wrap your legs around him. “I know where this is heading mr miller” you giggle as you bite his ear lobe.

“If you keep biting my earlobe, we won’t even get to bed baby.”

“Well the lounge curtains are still pulled” you raise an eyebrows & Joel reverses into his arm chair before he lowers himself into it. This arm chair is where he watches the big games on a Sunday from. You cook him dinner & then leave for your night shift safe in the knowledge that American football will be the only thing distracting him those nights. His hands even if he wanted them to, don’t wonder else where, only on you.

The rattle of his belt being undone is a noise that always makes you smile. Joel’s never one for foreplay. A few words here & there but if he’s even slightly in the mood, you can guarantee that sex is on its way. You stand up for a few seconds to remove your work trousers & knickers, you wore your pink lace ones to work as a treat for you, but you see the smile creep across Joel’s face when you fling them at him.

“I brought you those last year for Valentine’s Day”

“That you did baby”

“I do believe…” he says as he glides his trousers & his briefs around his ankles & beacons you to come take your seat in his lap again”… that I made you lick yourself out of them that night”

“I would never do that Joel Miller” you exclaim in reply as you smile. It was a wonderful night of love making, thank you to high school for a week long residential trip, so Sarah couldn’t hear the two of you having sex all night. But your mind is back in the present when you see him cock his two fingers at you calling you over . The other hand is leisurely stroking his length looking at you naked from the waist down, wondering just how wet he still makes you. The tip leaking already, as you lick your own bottom lip. You are about to be more than satisfied.

You put your hands on the back of his arm chair & position yourself ready to lower onto his lap & his throbbing meaty cock. When you were still at college & you dated other boys while you were there, none of them had what Joel did, none of them made you scream in pleasure like him either. They all wanted a long blow job, & never finished you off when they’d cum far too soon. You’d had a taste of a manly moody Miller & now it was yours every day if you wanted it. Right now being filled by him is all that’s on your mind. He slowly nudges at your entrance, his length gliding through your arousal. He tuts & shakes his head mischievously.

“I have no idea why I buy lube baby, you’re always so wet for me darling, so eager, so ready” it’s growled from the back of the throat these words as he lowers you into his cock.

“Fuck… me.. Joel” you whimper, as you adjust to his size & the way it stretches you. Your body wanting to cum straight away & make you explode all over him, but you slowly regain your composure. Your eyes filled with desire when you open them & look at the man you love. His eyes light up from seeing your own enjoyment of this moment. The smile across his face is one of desire. Your hands graze across his jaw line. Each prickle of his hair making you want to get lost in your kisses again.

“So tight baby, made for me this pussy, you saved your Cherry for me all those years ago, & im always very grateful for that” Joel lightly slaps your bum which makes you gasp, before his hands go for your hips. They grip on to you ready for you to start to grind & rive on this cock.

“Only you Joel, only you” you gasp as you start moving now you’re comfortable. Your own hands trialing his T-shirt with the other messing up his morning hair even more. He might have had a hair cut recently but it’s still thick & lots to play with. “Your T-shirt is still inside out baby” you groan as you lean in to take his lips again. Succulent & full of love.

Joel’s not bothered. He’s not saying much at all. A few just like that & oh fucks escape when it’s not heavy breathing & panting from him. He’s watching your body roll onto him. Showing your pelvis work, wondering how he got so lucky to have you & that a girl like you would be bothered by him at all, especially when they were younger. Desire takes over him & his lips leave your mouth & the kisses pepper your own jaw line making you whine more. Your body grinding down on his cock more, enjoying all the pleasure he is providing as you drag him through your walls. But your moans get louder. One simple lick up your neck as he tastes your sweat send your body into convulsions of pleasure. A tongue that often satisfies you by lapping at your cunt for hours is now gliding up you neck.

“J…J…Joel…” it’s a groan, it’s deep & it’s filled with lust as he starts his next neck lick, your bodies nerves driven into override. It has him gasping before he licks down your neck & starts to suck the crook of your neck before he kisses your collar & shoulder. You clamp around him & he hisses, the excitement building up inside him as well.

“Ooh my love” Joel is in charge & is admiring how well you take his firm thrusts. Each one firmer, more fervent, faster & becoming more frenzied. He’s lost in your body, He finally removes your top from the hem upwards over your head, your hair still tied up. His head straight away burys into your cleavage the bra makes, as you unhook in from the back for him. You cry out once your breasts are free as he take your nipple into his mouth sucking it, like he would an ice pop. Your hand goes to your clit, furiously after friction, feeling insane that your man makes you want to do everything with him still after all these years.

“Yes Joel, yes” you moan “don’t stop, don’t stop, never stop” you’re losing control as you grip onto his arm. “Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck”. His mouth might be occupied with your breasts moving onto the next one, but he’s pulsing more, getting even harder, holding you so tight. Your body bouncing, feeling his penis get harder if that was possible as it hits that spot inside you, the one that when he finds it shocks your system. Makes you bounce more. Makes your hands grip around whatever they are on. He briefly comes away from your chest to growl.

“Fuck year baby” it’s deep & longing his words before he latches back into your tit. Like all men Joel enjoys all types of sex, but there is something about sucking your nipples & teasing your breasts that Joel adores. They aren’t the biggest breasts in the world, but they are more than a handful. & if someone held a gun to Joel’s head & asked what was his ultimate turn on he would say his head buried in your chest. You may not have any kids of your own but you know any you & Joel might one day have will not offer the satisfaction or feeling that this man’s lips do as they suck at your erect nipples. It makes you get lost in your own mind as your body crushes him & pushes him back into the arm chair even more.

“God Joel fuck”

“Oooh baby”

“Joel… Joel… fuck yes yes yes”

“Come on daring”

“Ooooh fuck”

All these word flow out of your mouths as the thrusting reaches its climax & you let go as Joel nibbles your nipple, drenching his penis, your walls fluttering around as they clamp around him, the follow up motion he fills you, breaking away from your breast. His own eyes rolling into the back of his head as he cums. Both of your body’s shaking in desire, longing looks no longer being met by each other. The smell of lust in the air, which the only sound is of you both breathing heavily as you come down from cumming so hard & ferociously.

You eventually rest your head on Joel shoulder, before looking up into his big brown eyes while he strokes your naked back, he is still inside you. You sigh looking at him before you tenderly kiss his lips. He strokes your hair with his spare hand.

“Joel?”

“Yes my darling?”

You giggle “your T-shirts now not only very sweaty but inside out still” you smile before you kiss him again.

“Ha” Joel laughs. “Maybe I wanted it that way, so then when I turn it around your sweat that dropped on me will be closer to my skin” he does a mischievous look at you.

“That is disgusting Joel Miller” you scoff & try & look shocked at what he’s said but you can’t hide that this turns you on slightly.

��Well maybe I will go change” he says as he slowly help you off him & makes sure your steady on his feet before he pulls his briefs trouser back up, which we’re still around his ankles. “But I’m not gonna shower, I want to smell of you when I sweat.” Before you can protests he’s put his large thumb over your mouth to silence you “thought you liked me sweaty & dirty?” He says before embracing your lips. His tongue not even asking permission, gliding to meet your own before he then finally removes his tshirt.

Time passes & you have showered & slept while Joel has left for work. You’re in the kitchen backing cookies when Sarah gets home. She looks stressed.

“Is it still a Monday Miller mood?” You ask her as you hear the bag slump down in the hall way.

“Urghhh”comes the cry from Sarah. “Advanced math is hell why do…” she’s interrupted by the smell of you baking cookies. “Are you making…” her head pops around the door frame. She sees your frazzled state. You’re held together by your nap,shower & sex. Your hair is no longer tied up & is frizzy & you are in your baggy shorts & one of Joel’s T-shirts for comfort.

“You know you sounded just like your dad when you started asking about advanced math” you say which makes her laugh.

“& you…” she says as she comes & sits at the counter ready to offer a hand knowing you are making her favourite cookies to get her out of her moody Monday “look like dad, your T-shirts inside out” you hadn’t even noticed the grey top wasn’t on properly.

“Well I guess that means I fit right in” you say as you pass her the bowl to stir.

“That you do”

“That you do” it’s echoed after Sarah said it as Joel is standing in the door way admiring you both getting on. You both turn & smile, before Sarah’s goes to hug her dad. Even at 15 a daughter needs a hug from her dad.

“How is my special girl?” He asks as he stroke Sarah’s hair.”did she have a good Monday?”

“She’s fine” Sarah’s replies & then she smiles at you & winks like her dad does “& im okay too”.

[bvlladonnas]

is that NAILEA DEVORA? oh, no, that’s XIMENA REYES, a TWENTY-THREE year old STUDENT AT UNIVERSIDAD DE BELLAS ARTES/LIFEGUARD who uses SHE/HER pronouns. they currently live in EL PALACIO HOUSING IN VINA DEL MAR, and the character they identify with most is LIZZIE MCGUIRE FROM LIZZIE MCGUIRE & LUISA MADRIGAL FROM ENCANTO. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

BASICS:

full name: ximena guadalupe reyesnickname(s): ximeage: twenty-threegender: cis womanpronouns: she/hersexuality: bisexual & biromanticdate & place of birth: may 15 in el paso, tx occupation: bioengineering major at universidad de bellas artes & lifeguard at playa el solfaceclaim: nailea devorapiercings: one lobe piercing on each eartraits: ambitious, dogmatic, dependable, emotional, patientsimilar to: lizzie mcguire (lizzie mcguire), luisa madrigal (encanto), belle (beauty and the beast), padme amidala (star wars), katara (avatar: the last airbender) aesthetics: pastel hair clips, cowboy boots, singing into a hairbrush in your room, movie nights with your best friends, the sweet nostalgia of girlhood, and fresh peaches 

* warning for parentification & mommy issues </3

BULLET POINTS:

– born in el paso, texas, and was the first in an eventual family of ten (has nine siblings – future wc ??? perhaps ???) — has dual u.s. & mexico citizenship, grew up traveling between the two countries as their family had cattle ranches both in el paso & in colonia juarez (though they mainly focused on agriculture in juarez) — while her family wasn't well-off by any means growing up, her parents always made sure she had what she needed, and because of that, she could never complain — grew up having to take care of many of her siblings; considers isabela, mateo, & the triplets (her youngest five siblings) to basically be her kids — has a love for animals that manifested because she worked closest with the cattle & livestock growing up — kind of . looked over in her family by her mother (mommy issues ...) and was considered the "plain" daughter because of her place in the family (her sister, the one closest in age to her, is considered the pretty one) — is always yearning for something More. was always found exploring or with her nose in a book or watching documentaries on the local library's computer — while she loves her family, often felt stifled by them. she's the "smart one" and so is often seen as her parents' life insurance (because she's supposed to be the successful older one out of all of them) — got really good grades so she could go to a good college but her financial aid wasn't enough to afford it; because of this, she took a year off and completed most GE credits at her local community college — applied to universidad de bellas artes on a whim, believing she wouldn't get in and it was just for fun — got a full scholarship & decided to go for it — is in chile in an effort to forge her own path and get away from her family for a bit, has some insane guilt over it we unforchie do not have time to unpack  — literally just got here . she is New In Town — works as a lifeguard because baby is broke ... has no money .... no family .... sixteen in the middle of miami ... — is very excited to finally be able to be herself (even though she has no clue who that is)

HEADCANONS:

— her hair goes right to her upper thighs; it used to go all the way down to her feet, but it got kind of hard to manage. still, it's very important to her — kind of a klutz. trips over nothing no matter how hard she stares at the ground — actually a very good swimmer. she wouldn't have gotten her job without it! — wants to work at nasa developing new technology for life beyond earth. also kind of wants to go to medical school. also has no clue what the hell she wants to do in life — the definition of yearning ... someone get her — loves to sing! hums to herself often while she's doing things & actually has quite a decent voice — cannot cook to save her life. will burn water (but can bake, somehow. can make some mean slutty brownies). — neurotic as fuck. always anxious and kind of a control freak, and then gets anxious about that, too — loves fiber arts! crochets & knits gifts for people as a love language <3 — has her own horse named angelica. she's chesnut brown & also the love of her life and she misses her every damn day — has a very slight Twang in her voice <3

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

— someone to show her around chile ! she is quite literally fresh off the plane y'all she's so lost — someone she knew during childhood maybe? might be a future wc but i think it'd be fun ! — a platonic soulmate, her bestest of friends if you will. — a roommate !!! she is so broke someone take her in and split the bill with her omfg (also she lives in a cool house by the sea similar to an old hermit . i think someone should come live there with her) — who is she not getting along with immediately . who is she fighting . she's a mexican older sister you know she's kinda judgy even if she tries to say she's not :/ — more to come be patient

[fondueforall]

🎵You, you got your own opinions. But baby, I don't even need to hear 'em. It used to hurt me, used to bring me down. Do your worst, 'cause nothing's gonna stop me now. Don't let those losers take your magic, baby, yeah. 🎶 (let 'em talk by kesha plays automatically when you go on brittany's blog)

LIMA LOSER? OR IS THAT BRITTANY PIERCE? THEY MIGHT EVEN PASS FOR HUNTER SCHAFER IN THE RIGHT LIGHT. THEY'RE TWENTY-TWO, BUT STILL STUCK IN LIMA AT MCKINLEY. THEY'VE BEEN CALLED THE BLONDE AIRHEAD, BUT PREFER TO BE THE UNICORN. MAYBE IF THEY FIX THEIR AESTHETIC AKA LONG MOMENTS DANCING WITHOUT A CARE WITH THE MUSIC BLARING, GOSSIPING ON ALL THE DIRT OVER A TOO HOT POT OF CHEESE, AND GETTING SWEATY OUT ON THE FIELD IN A TOO SHORT SKIRT AND THE ROLLER RINK WITH THE GIRLS ON SKATES THEY'LL GET THEIR WAY. WORD ON THE SHOW CHOIR BLOGS ARE THEY'RE IN THE TROUBLETONES. SO GOOD LUCK TO THEM!

THE BASICS:

name: brittany susan pierce aka brittany s.pierce. 

nicknames: britt, b, bee, britt-britt.

pronouns: she/her. NOT IT, NOT HE/HIM. thank you.

gender: 🏳️‍⚧️ ♀️

birthday/zodiac: march 14th, pisces.

birthplace: lima, oh.

relationship status: single, but i've kissed just about every member of the senior and junior classes at mckinley.

sexuality: bisexual. 

occupation: host of fondue for two. 

sports/clubs: cheerios, dance, the muckraker, gay/straight alliance, mathletes. also it's not at school, but! i play on the local roller derby team here in lima, we're called the pinup punks. my name there is pierce the blade, i'm the jammer. i also play the drums in a band called high road.

major/minor: journalism and media communication.

languages: english, spanish, asl, and a language i invented in middle school!

social media handles: fonduefortwo professionally everywhere, fondueforbritt everywhere else for my friends.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

height: 5'10'’.

build: ⌛️

eye color: blue.

hair color: blonde, sometimes i clip in fun colors when i'm not in cheerio mode though.

piercings: i have a lot! four on each ear, three on my lobes and one a helix and on the other an industrial. i also have my tongue, nipples, and belly button pierced.

tattoos: i have a rainbow on my wrist, a unicorn on my lower back and a small ufo on my shoulder. a portrait of my amazing feline friend lord tubbington. (someone who is Not brittany typed that in and later brittany removed it)

other distinguishing features: good tits and a big heart. 

style: carefree and fun colors when i'm not in my cheer uniform. i love everything from bold patterns to simple ones.

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS:

traits: i like to think i’m loyal and creative, funny, friendly and pretty adventurous. but i know some people think i’m kind of stubborn and impulsive, probably naive and aloof too. also dumb or an airhead.

likes: to dance, fondue, my cats and the cats at love meow, art, math, performing, taking baths.

dislikes: bullies, being called stupid, ignorant people, conflict, injustice, feeling lonely.

fears: not being good enough or being hurt simply for being who i am.

skills: i can get out of handcuffs easily, bend pretty much my whole body, can put my feet over my head, do complicated math in my head, super good at reading peoples signs and i'm probably a lil psychic.

quirks: super bendy and flexible, does that count? double jointed, i can talk very fast, i do “voice overs”... mostly in my head.

hobbies: drawing, dancing, cheering, interviewing people, listening to true crime podcasts and alien/cryptid conspiracy theories, rollerskating, motocross.

music tastes: anything by kesha and beyonce, but also anything that i can dance to. ♪♫♬

myers-briggs: i did this because it was fun, but i can't remember i think it started with an e?

kinsey scale: 3, i'm equal opportunities.

strengths: i'm majorly talented, especially when it comes to dancing. i think people are surprised by how much i can lift too.. i also got like... an iron stomach, at least that's what my parents tell me. and despite what some people think, i'm pretty smart.

weaknesses: i get lost super easily.

She's the one they made me talk to when they found out I was keeping that bird in my locker.

[ofsupernovcs]

Introducing WInnie

basics:

full name: Wiwi Manwar Filang-Rossi

nicknames:  Wi, Winnie, Winfred

gender: Nonbinary

pronouns:  she/her, they/them

sexuality: pansexual

aesthetics:  cameras, rose tinted glasses, straw hats

age:  thirty one

zodiac sign:  scorpio

occupation: foresenic scientist speciality in fraud analysis , occasional backup as needed

species:  human as far as she knows

main verse:  slice of life? horror? supernatural? etc etc

appearance:

faceclaim:  putri marino

height: 5'11

build: mesomorphic

eyes:  grey

hair: short usually permed

piercings:  navel + lobe

tattoos: this one

other distinguishing features:  answer

style:  laid back + professional

personality:

traits:  calm, level-headed, aloof, tempermental

labels / tropes:  aloof ally,

likes:  leather, cotton candy, a good deal

dislikes : her coworkers, wasting time, sour patch kids

When Dara Ikari  wanted a kid so badly, she would do anything, the desperate woman didn’t realize she was getting more than she bargained for. The suitor at her door was almost too good to be true. It was what she  wanted:a sharp faced, tall, handsome stranger. What Dara didn’t know was that the suitor held a secret He didn’t expect her to get pregnant and warned her of the consequences of keeping the child. Dara was defiant insisting she kept the baby. There was a stern warning from the other telling her she would regret that mistake. he nurses started questioning Dara about where her husband is and remarks about being foolish to hook up with a stranger. They chided how Wiwi had eyes grayer than a stormy sky. But if Dara was going to have a hard time, Wiwi was as well. 

Despite trying to be a young kid in Jakarta, she could always hear the whispers. Their actions  were fake, their thoughts were real. This made Wiwi learn at a young age not to get too close to anyone. That's why she opted to apply for International School despite her mother’s pleas against it. Wiwi would rather face sharks than wolves in sheeps clothing.

The day of her graduation, she and his mother were trying to take pictures. A group of students came up and tried to taunt her mother, pretending to be concerned for her well being and how her daughter was no good. That was the last straw. The last thing she remembered was pushing someone against a wall.

The huge fight erupted at the Filang household, the now nineteen year old could face prison time or worse. Wiwi pleaded with hermother to tell him something, anything, about his father. She was tired of not knowing. The only  remark her mother could make was that Wiwi wanted to know so badly, why doesn’t he look for his father. That’s what Wiwi did, he gathered his belongings and never went back. She was going to find her father. 

Wiwi decided to go into the heart of Southeast Asia and then move upwards. Wiwi wanted to have the slight belief that his dad was out there. Before Wiwi could she would have to get some fake identification. Enter Kaz Rossi, a drifter who Wiwi got close with. Kaz was the one who taught him everything she needed to know to survive. Survival felt more important than since wind and parental abandonment. For ten years he was able to live with him in Singapore and something special bonded them. Maybe Wiwi’s heart forgot about the mission as Kaz was her companion, even in marriage. Until one fateful night. 

 The events happened so quickly. The man claimed to know so much about him, saying him even Wiwi didn’t tell Kaz.  Even Wiwi, who has done many questionable things in his life, knew this guy was not good. She was about to hit the stranger with a metal piperonly for Kaz to change to a werewolf in front of her. There was so much confusion, but at that moment, she was focusing on getting that creep away from him.

After the fight Kaz, told her more about the supernatural and how he had a feeling Wiwi might be a special human. But Kaz also relented he could be wrong and to ask her father. It was surreal to hear. Go to New Orleans and you will learn everything. And this was the end of their relationship.

Wiwi headed to New Orleans, her eyes tearing up leaving her first love. But New Orleans was her only lead for closure. Who or what was her father meant a lot to her

In the meantime she works in forescnics hoping for some answers. Even if they make her want to rip her hair our

Other stuff

Wiwi knows Balinese,English, and Chinese

Wiwi alignment is pretty chaotic neutral, she’s still wrapping her head around allwitch stuff. 

Wiwi is basically a hardass but there's a heart there. 

[getpaidgetlaidgatorade]

new oc stuff

I haven’t drawn in like two months so this will have to do yippeee

iPads been powered off for ages anyway

Jordan:

5’11”, 25 yrs old, heterosexual

mid length hair, dark blue eyes (not soul piercing weezer blue…)

instead of being plain dark brown she’s gonna have highlights like this

still a massive Swiftie ofc slay queen

Skinny Jeans tm addict like Logan because their style is stuck in the 2010s

I think where she would be in life….is like…

most likely not having started a family with Logan lol sex scares him anyway

but more at peace? I imagine her being closer to god

Both Jordan and Logan were raised in catholic households but one of them turned out with irreversible religious trauma 🤡 can u guess who???

he wouldn’t mind though

that she’s like

more religious now

their relationship is more like an unspoken bond idk I suck at romantic shit but basically they don’t need kids or a legal marriage certificate or whatever they’re just chilling living life you know??

Logan:

6’, 26, heteroromantic (ig?) asexual

Still a bitter and angry person especially since his beef with Blair is also still ongoing …..

still hasn’t worked through all his trauma, says he’s fine even though his body is literally givijg out on him at just 26

find this mf awake with bags under his eyes ask him how he slept he says like a baby (had panic attacks and nightmares)

either that or he’ll be like “slept like shit.” And not elaborate

abyways

he has longer hair now yippeeee

I have no clue who the fuck this guy is but imagine Logan’s hair is like this because tbh every time I go to draw his hair it comes out different so hopefully this helps you visualize (?)

This is longer than what it used to be

he would usually have it shorter and more neatly styled, keeping most of the puffiness on top but like. Fuck it. fluffy era

Logan still looks “boyish” like. idk like not a CHILD boy but like. young flushed cheeks

(this doesn’t really contribute to the look but he still picks at his skin as a nervous habit)

basically he’s still pretty much the same.

Except he’s slowly getting over his father’s death and memories of abuse yk?

I know this is kinda lame and disappointing but idk

alsoooo!!! if you’re ever gonna draw him, ripped black skinny jeans are a must! Plus new piercings

like I couldn’t find a good pic but he wears the usual black stud ones in his lobes and rings jn his helix or whatever I don’t know ear parts fucking uhhhh comch.. . daithg…

BLAIRRRR QUEEN SLAY:

I dunno about you but this queen is feeling 22!!!

still slaying LA bitch boots the house down huston

5’2 (without her crazy ass heels), 22, hetero

she’s literally still the exact same bitch just with a cunty bob

sometimes switches it up with extensions

now lives on her own instead of with her father in his mansion

you don’t know how but she’s rich as fuck

her dads still alive so it’s obviously not inheritance…

she doesn’t work ofc she doesn’t wanna get her hands dirty…

clearly she’s doing something shady

but it doesn’t matter because she just bought a new pair of red bottom heels

The pink outfit is her idea of “office core mature siren queen deer beauty”

THATS ALL FOR NOW CUS THIS GOT SUPER LONG I MIGHT DO MORE LATER IF I REMEMBER

this was sooo fun

self indulging with ocs core

[tarohonii]

꒰Eleceed Ear Piercing Headcanon༉‧₊˚✧

↷Base: fruit tea

↷Flavor: Sucheon, Jisuk, Jiwoo, Wooin, Gangseok

↷Allergies (Warnings): none

┊Jisuk: 

One piercing on both ears. He got it in his earlier teen years when he met other awakeners with pierced ears, and being young and impressionable, decided to get it pierced as well since he thought it looked cool

He was also going through..a bit of an phase during that time, so that fueled the fire even more to get it pierced

He got them professionally pierced without Jiyoung’s knowledge, and she nearly hit the roof when she found out 

Usually wears small studs, but has an hard time remembering to take care of his ears, so the holes have closed up once or twice 

Probably wears those joke earrings too, y’know, like the ones with an picture of an middle finger that says ‘fuck off’ 

Doesn’t take accessories in general very seriously, so probably wears some goofy ah earrings 

┊Sucheon:

I imagine he got them pierced while his father was still alive, either from the influence of the internet/other people and thought it looked pretty cool, or just decided to get it on an whim and didn’t actually realize what he was doing 

Predictably, his father wouldn’t approve of the earrings since he didn’t like the image associated with them, so the holes probably closed up after awhile 

Got them re-pierced after his father’s death after noticing the holes had closed up to spite his dead father somewhat and gain an bit more self-identity 

Got one more piercings on both ears because Why The Hell Not so now has two piercings on each ear

Wears them all the time because now he’s just used to wearing them. Doesn’t go insanely fancy on any of the earrings, usually wears small tiny studs, but sometimes wears an small dangly earring every once in awhile  

┊Jiwoo: 

Got them pierced under Jisuk and Subin’s encouragement, Subin’s especially 

Had Curtin pierce them for him (Curtin won’t admit how high stress the whole ordeal was for him, especially with Kayden staring daggers at his head, but hey, he got the job done) 

Very diligent in taking care of his ears, and wears small hoop earrings, studs, little cartoon earrings, basically anything Subin gets for him. 

┊Wooin:

Also got it due to influence from his friends 

Had Doctor Delein pierce them for him, because he honestly doesn’t really trust anyone else to pierce them for him 

Allergic to nickel, so it got really infected at first and had to switch the earring material 

He later got his cartilage pierced as well, and whined for the whole damn month about how much it hurt

Well worth it, though, because he definitely pulls off earrings. Studs, dangly earrings, hoops, anything looks good on him. 

┊Gangseok: 

I don’t know why, but I feel like Gangseok would be really good at piercing ears 

Lke he’d be the one that people would go to to get those DIY at home ear piercing procedures 

I imagine he’s had his ears pierced since he was a baby, and once he got inhis teens, pierced more of it himself 

Has like a lot of piercings. Has three down on his lobes and three cartilage piercings. Never wears more than 2-4 earrings at once, though. 

His most worn is either studs or the chain that connects down to his lobe, though it annoys him when he’s training

[worldlymatters]

is that yaya dacosta? oh, no, that’s marisol souza, a fourty two year old owner of casablanca blooms & coffee who uses she/her pronouns. they currently live in casablanca, and the character they identify with most is olivia benson from law and order: svu. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

basics.

full name: marisol souza nicknames: mari, soul, mars age: fourty two zodiac: scorpio birthday: october 28th, 1981 birthplace: new york city, new york ethnicity: afro-latina orientation: biromantic / bisexual education: graduated from brown university; majored in business, minored in latin american and caribbean studies occupation: owner of casablanca blooms & coffee height: 5'8" eyes: brown piercings: standard lobes languages: english, spanish, portuguese, french

family.

robert souza (father/alive) adriana andrade-souza (mother/alive) one (1) older brother (alive) one (1) younger sister (alive) child of marisol (child/alive) background.

marisol was raised in new york city, the place where her parents had immigrated to when they were younger. hard and almost unachievable expectations were set for their oldest girl, so from the start she was forced towards excellence. as marisol grew older and proved to her parents that she was smart enough that she was able to get into any college that she wanted they eased up on her. as the rules were less strict, she also began to let loose more. however when she graduated highschool, she was one of the top students in her class.

tw pregnancy/ fresh into college, it was her first time away from home. college was great for her. she flourished socially, started picking up new hobbies, and even found a part time job at a local coffee shop. halfway throughout her college career she had went to a party that ended up changing her life. while this wasn't her first party it would be the last one that she would attend for while. a couple of weeks after she had started feeling sick and lethargic. marisol didn't think anything of it until she had missed a period. at twenty and almost two years of school left this was the last thing she wanted to deal with.

tw pregnancy and adoption/ once marisol had worked through her own emotions about the situation, she had told her parents and they gave her two options, have the child or give the baby up for adoption. and not wanting to disappoint her parents she gave the baby up, she had an open adoption, hoping to give her baby a better life than marisol could provide as a twenty year old. she always hoped to hear from them, but it's been radio silence since.

marisol kept her head down throughout the rest of college and finished her last two years finally graduating. after graduation she felt almost lost, she was unsure of what to do after coming back home to her parents. she worked in office positions on and off for five years. anytime she left the 9-5 office job the lectures from her parents started and were repeated every time they saw each other.

the pressure from her parents had pushed her to start looking into moving away from home. on her twenty seventh birthday she told her parents that she was moving to chile. while they were sad to see marisol go they were happy that she was going to experience traveling the world and living abroad, just as they had done when they were just a tad younger.

marisol left for chile a month after telling everyone back home. she cried when her closest friends drove her off to the airport and saw her off. when she got settled in her new home, she struggled finding anything that she could do with her degree, so she went back to what she knew from her part time job. finding casablanca blooms and coffee starting as a barista she put in the hours and finally started feeling like she had found her purpose.

after fifteen years of living in chile she fell in love with the city, fell in love with her job. she had gained ownership of the coffee and floral shop that she had started her career at. marisol was never disappointed in her life in the city and calls valparaiso her home.

wanted connections.

siblings: like stated in the family bio she has an older brother and a younger sister. child: as stated above she had her child when she was twenty so they would be 22/23. they were given up for adoption so they wouldn't have a strong relationship. as long as the fc is at least half black anyone would be fine! baby daddy: would be around the same age. would have gone to the same univeristy or at least going to the college parties. they could have kept in contact as friends or separated ways after school. open to any fc for this.

[victoriaxsanchez]

[cisfemale and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [VICTORIA SANCHEZ]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [DANIELA NIEVES]. You must be the [TWENTY EIGHT] year old [NAIL TECH]. Word is you’re [DETERMINED] but can also be a bit [JEALOUS] and your favorite song is [NONE FOR YOU BY KIANA LEDE]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it! 

pinterest + spotify

tw: miscarriage, cheating

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name: victoria sanchez

nicknames: vicki, tori,

age: 27

occupation: nail technician

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

birthday: september 1st 1996

sign: virgo sun, taurus moon, capricorn rising

ethnicity: venezuelan

hometown: aurora bay

eye color: brown

hair color: brown

height: 5’1”

tattoos: none

piercings: lobes, belly button

likes- baking, emerald green, nude lipstick, winged liner, expensive clothes, pretty cocktails, winter & snow, fireplaces dislikes- criminal behaviour, lying, loud noises. headcanons- coming soon

biography:

Victoria was born into wealth, growing up she never had to worry about anything and she always got what she wanted. She was extremely spoiled, and she let everyone know it. It was basically tradition to become a lawyer in her. family, and then marry someone from law school. Her parents had done it, the same with her grandparents. She and her siblings were expected to do the same so there was a certain pressure on her growing up to do well, and get good grades. Victoria would never admit it but she never felt good enough and she put a lot of pressure on herself from a young age, not only to do well but to maintain a pristine reputation. Victoria only managed to avoid college for a year after she finished high school, she promised her parents she would go once she had traveled the world and that’s exactly what she did. At 19 she reluctantly enrolled in law school at NYU. Victoria struggled with the workload, she was smart enough but she lacked interest. But she managed to stick it out and even met a boy in her second year. It was exactly how her family planned it. Victoria believed she could easily get through it with his help. They were so in love, or so she thought. She was in her last year when she found out by snooping through his Snapchat and finding numerous explicit messages. A month or two later she was sitting on her bathroom floor staring at a positive pregnancy test. Her world was falling apart and she couldn’t even bring herself to tell her ex about the baby growing in her stomach - she didn’t even want the baby growing in her stomach. But the universe had other plans - a week after finding out she was in hospital undergoing emergency surgery due to an ectopic pregnancy. Here she was, stuck. She loved the city but it felt haunted now, and so did becoming a lawyer, so she dropped out only a few months away from graduating. Thankfully her parents didn't find out straight away. She knew she had to find something else to do so they didn't complain, enrolling in cosmetology school on a whim and somehow becoming obsessed with all things nails in the process but her family could only be in the dark so long. Victoria had one of her sisters come to visit, thinking she could trust her but when she returned to Aurora Bay, she told their parents, causing them to block Tori from accessing her trust fund. This caused Vicki to return with her tail between her legs, attempting to repair what she'd broken with her family. She moved into an apartment by herself and got herself a job at the local salon to prove she could be responsible and stand on her own two feet but her relationship with her entire family remains strained. @aurorabayaesthetic

wanted connections:

[hella1975]

Wait you have nine piercings? If you're comfortable can you say which ones and also which hurt the most? I really want a daith or tragus or maybe a triple forward helix but my only piercings are my lobes and I'm scared

no worries! i'll do it as a lil list:

firsts: do not remember getting these. i was like seven and my mum only let me have them bc i threw a tantrum in claire's and she couldn't be bothered to deal with it. slaying from day 1

seconds: didn't hurt much bc the lobes are just like. flabby skin. the healing was also decent

thirds: EVIL!!! didn't hurt to get pierced but my god the healing was SUCH a pain idk what i did to make them hate me so much. it's been like. two? three years? since i got them and they STILL close up instantly when i change earrings. ive had to repierce them like four times. however bc the rest of my lobes have been fine i think this was just me being unlucky than it is a problem with thirds specifically

helix: she's my baby she healed like a dream she didn't hurt to get pierced contrary to popular belief and she generally looks v hot

daith: my most recent one! i thought this was gonna really hurt bc it's a pretty thick bit of bone and also it goes through the nerve (hence the 'headache cure') so i was SO TENSE when i got it done but low and behold it didn't hurt aside a little pinch like any other piercing and it was done so quickly that it wouldn't have mattered anyway. the headache cure was a lie in my experience but i know someone who swears she's never had a headache since so each to their own ig

side nose piercing: THE DEVIL HIMSELF!!!!!!!!! ROTTEN VILE BITCH!!!! the initial piercing didn't hurt much but ANY nose piercing WILL make your eyes water, but my god the healing was a pain. like it took over a year to properly heal and during that time it got infected AND i had to get it repierced at the actual shop (which was my fault bc i put a smaller ring in too soon and the hole shrunk and i basically had to get it stretched which was significantly more painful than all my piercings put together literally what the hell was that). however now that it's fully healed she's easily my fav piercing like she made me 10x hotter in one foul swoop i love it so so much. cost and reward <3

[sarasarami10]

All about my OC (Käyan):

Idk if its gonna interest anybody but i wanted to post it somewhere

Image details; App used: procreate/Time it took: 24 hours (about 3 weeks) /brush used: round paintbrush

Background story: Käyan is an 18 years old [is this image] na'vi girl that I created for my personal entertainment. She is a human that came on Pandora approximately 5 years before Jake (at the age of 20) but died one year before Jake's arrival (24). She used to go by the name of Serena Dorsey and she worked as a mercenary for scientists (to make sure the RDA didn't mess too much with their stuff) She also worked a lot with Dr. Augustine. She is an orphan and was raised by Madame Crow (fake name), who made the children of her orphanage sell drugs and do other illegal stuff [she was a mean ol'women]. At the age of 18, she left the orphanage and started working as a hitman/mercenary to try to get by. She decided to leave earth after her best friend [and only one] died of cancer.

Cause of her (human) death: She did not want to harm Pandora and believed in Eywa, so when the RDA tried something against one of the clans she worked with, she went against them and became a traitor [like jake yes]. She was shot while running to alert the clan and died at the foot of a spirit tree while begging Eywa to warn the people.

Description of her human appearance (will draw her): She is a curly red-haired (long) 5'9 woman with light brown eyes. She has one big strand of white hair on her left side and her left eyebrow is mostly white too (vitiligo). Has big hips and medium boobs but is not overweight (could barely afford food). One big scar on her right eyebrow going over her eyelids and a little one on her lips (got into a bad fight). Resting bitch face. Missing her left ring finger (punishment from madame Crow). few other small scars on her legs/arms. Helix piercing (right ear) and two lobes piercing.

Why is she na'vi: Eywa took pity on her [and kinda liked her sacrifice] so she gave her life again [in the form of a baby hehe]. She created a body from basic na'vi DNA and Serena's DNA [explain why she looks like this later].

Human features:

5 fingers because of human DNA

White hair due to having vitiligo as a human [her hair as a human wasn't fully white but Eywa saw this and just went with it plus in my world having white hair is something special associated with Eywa]

Na'vi features:

White hair means she is one of Eywa's messengers [although she doesn't see it as that] and is very respected. Her role is similar to a tsahik but she is not necessarily bound to one clan.

Darker blue skin than the Ometicaya but lighter than the other members of her clan. Also matches her (adopted) twin sister.

Slightly more orange-ish eyes that turn closer to red in different lights (because) [like how Quaritch's turn green in certain lights].

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About Käyan:

Personality type: INTP-T

Favorite colors: Red, orange, purple.

Favorite foods: Smoked fish and lionberries.

Likes: Shiny stuff (especially sea pearls she uses a lot in her outfit), singing, dancing, making clothes and jewelry, getting drunk or high with Lo'ak and/or Kiri, swimming, collecting sea shells and trinkets, her guitar (made herself one na'vi size), getting involved in fights, seeing people fall, sleeping, watching movies, flying her ikran Zeayli, Playing with her sister and/or her little brothers, festivals, being alone, having boys drool over her (as long as they don't speak to her).

Dislikes: People who argue with her, stupid people, hunting, getting awakened from her nap, people who stare at her too much, being called demon/sky person [cause like stfu, Eywa herself brought her back she's na'vi now], being dirty, having to do her hair [we love some extra long and curly hair], having to sharpen her weapons, screaming children, long meetings, being cold, getting pushed into the water, going too far outside the reef [talassophobia], having to dye her hair (for special hunting parties so that she does stand out too much).

Love language: physical touch and gift giving.

The best way to get her attention:

Romantically; giving her something shiny (necklaces are her favorite thing to receive).

As a friend: Go speak to her but do not comment on her hair (unless it is in a respectful way)

Best positive traits: doesn't judge (unless you do something really stupid), kind, smiles a lot (if she likes you), good listener

Worst negative traits: Anger issues, impulsiveness, sly tongue (if provoked)

Things she misses from Earth: The music (especially party music), cinemas, junk food and snacks, mirrors (she has one but doesn't like not being able to see if she has something on her face or in her teeth yk), and public transports (riding an ikran or an ilu can be very tiring).

Fighting skills: Good with a bow and arrow but prefers guns unless she's hunting (gotta respect the great mother y'all). Very good with knives (daggers are her favorite short-distance weapons). Knows a lot of different fighting styles (often gives her the upper hand in a fight). Also quite good with a stick (a custom from her clan). Not that good with throwing spears but great with throwing knives or small sharp objects.

Other random facts: Has a hard time controlling her tail and ears movements when shy or flustered [those ears be twitching], mumbles or hums when she is lost in her thoughts, tried to make alcool once (it was disgusting but did the job), prefer sweet over salty, sneezes a lot (probably allergies), prefers to be the big spoon (unless she's cold), big chances she starts petting you if you sit too close to her (does it unconsciously, she is used to having a clingy little brother), cannot handle second-hand embarrassment (HAS to run away), she has a hard time controlling her facial expression when she is disgusted or disturbed, will cuss at people in English a lot, a bit of a hoarder, ticklish.

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About her family (will draw them later):

She has 6 siblings [I like making characters, sue me!] and two parents (all alive).

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Why are they at the Metkayna:

Because Käyan is one of Eywa's «messengers» they have to travel a lot plus they needed to go see the reef people about joining the war against the sky people.

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Parents;

Mother: Tekke Te Mäongki Stewaley'ite (45)

They have a good relationship but Tekke has an important role in the clan and 7 children to care for so they might seem distant to others but they love each other very much (only got two daughters so she spoils them often)

Got her mother last name because her dad isn't originally from their clan and in their clan it is most common for the mother to give it (plus I didn't know tonowari's last name.)

Tekke founded her as a baby in a cocoon-like structure at the spirit tree next to her human corpse and decided to adopt her

Father: Änawi Te ?? ??'itan (tonowari's older brother) (43)

He was supposed to be the olo'ektan but fell in love with Tekke (so he moved to her clan)

Has a good relationship with his brother

Spoils his daughters too (Käyan is a daddy's girl)

Siblings;

Sìnka Te Mäongki Änawi'itan (M24):

He and the girls love gossiping

Her favorite older brother (although she won't admit it)

Cares so much about all his siblings

Had to make sure his siblings liked his boyfriend before actually mating with him

Almost died from stress when Kayan first tamed her Ikran

The only one of her siblings who is able to actually intimidate her

She likes to go hunt with him the most because that way she doesn't have to actually do anything (he's a very skilled hunter)

Zaot'sey Te Mäongki Änawi'itan (M21): (Rani's twin brother)

Käyan is always getting herself involved in the twin's schemes (there the troublemakers)

Loves her big brother but he can sometimes be really shy and quiet so she doesn't always know how to approach him

Protective older brother (scares off potentials suiters)

Käyan usually always has the upper hand (the bitch knows how to fight dirty)

Rani Te Mäongki Änawi'itan (M21): (Zaot'sey's twin brother)

Biggest troublemaker of all 7 children

Always gets into arguments with Käyan

Protective older brother (scares off potentials suiters)

Can't win against Käyan in a fight

Sister: Vä'at Te Mäongki Tekke'ite (F18) (her twin sister)

Says there twins because they were literally born minutes apart and until they were like 5, they really looked like twins (apart from the white hair)

Their mother took Käyan in her arms which triggered her labor so she was born shortly after Käyan

Used to be attached to the hips (still are) but grew to be their own person

Almost always together

Knows everything about the other

They used to say that Tilue was their son

Likes to sing with her

They are each's others biggest supporters

Tawtey Te Mäongki Änawi'itan (M14):

Doesn't have a lot of friends so he often hangs out with Kayan and Va'at (they don't mind)

Kayan always had to get him out of trouble (almost scared her to death a few times)

Clingy

Often imitates her (not in a mean way)

Ask her to do his hair

Goes to her for advice

Tilue Te Mäongki Änawi'itan (M6): *Deaf*

Purest little thing you have ever seen

He doesn't even have to ask Käyan (or the others) to come with her because she almost always brings him anyway because he is really well-behaved and cute (he knows when to leave her alone tho)

Always cuddle with her (that's why she developed the habit of petting people)

Käyan is his second mother (their sister is his third but she his person)

Always asks her to sing (puts his head on her chest to feel the vibrations)

Always go to Kayan when he gets bullied so she can kick some ass

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Distant familiy:

Tonowari (uncle):

They have a very good relationship

Always hug when they haven't seen each other in a while

Taught her to ride an ilu

Used to bring her, her sister, and tsireya everywhere he went (Ao'nung is a momma's boy)

She first did her hair like him because she liked him so much but soon adopted the style has her own

Ronal (aunt):

Ronal isn't really fond of her (because of her demon blood), doesn't dislikes her, and respects the fact that Eywa choose her

Used to do her hair because Käyan said that she did it better than her dad (Ronal is the one that does Tonowari's hair) and she saw her do Tsireya's so she just asked (Ronal couldn't bring herself to say no to a child)

Ao'nung (cousin)

Kinda hate/love relationship (he never hesitated to throw her under the bus)

Only he can call her a freak (she is not that impressed btw)

Used to cling to her (because she was a year older than him) and he was a shy kid (she still teases him about it when he annoys her)

Tsireya (cousin)

The inseparable 3 (Käyan, Vä'at, and Her)

Would play games like water princess together (na'vi version of mermaid pool game)

Often made matching bracelets or clothes

Tsireya told her ALL about Lo'ak

Gaters information on Neteyam for Kayan (she's their biggest shipper)

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About her outfit:

Hair:

The top part of her hair is braided (was too lazy to actually draw braids so it looks like dreads but it isn't) and pulled into a bun.

Most of the rest is let loose. Her hair is very long but really curly so it only reaches her boobs.

Has 2 medium-sized braids that start from the side of her head and join in the middle falling on top of her hair.

Many small braids with beads but only in the back because she hates when they hit her face.

Two braids in the front, one with beads and the other with lace, both ending with feathers.

2 small braids that start from the top of her head and go around her face and join under her hair.

One big braid in the back that covers her Kuru.

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Necklaces:

One choker-like pearl necklace that she made herself (took her years to find the perfect pearls).

One longer necklace with 4 pearls, 2 small teeth, and one big tooth (she collected the teeth from her first hunt, and the pearls were given to her by the tsahik of her clan)

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Bracelets (left arm):

One armband made of many teeth and leather gifted by her brothers.

One red dyed fabric armband (dyed in her sister's blood. It is a custom of her clan for twins)

One [special] crystal black beads bracelet (worn by a special order of warrios from her clan [women only])

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Bracelets (right arm):

One armband made with dryed seawead and smal carved sea shells (made by her and Tsireya)

One long bracelet made of one string (*custom from her clan* often used as a last resort weapon, warriors are trained to used this from a young age (she is really skilled with it))

One large simple leather bracelet (gifted to her by her dad)

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Top:

Two large pieces of fabric that cover most of her boobs (she does like looking naked), attached by a wooden ring in the middle.

(wooden ring) Linked by 8 strings (to make sure it does come off easily). Two top strings are connected to the wooden ring and attached in a cross pattern with the lower strings in the back. The other two top strings are sewn to the fabric and tied to the other two strings (for more support).

The four lower strings are all connected to a crystal ring that sits on her stomach. They are all tied in a cross pattern starting from the front to the back and are sewn to the fabric.

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Loincloth:

Two long pieces of dark pink dyed fabric (one in the front and one in the back to cover her ass cheeks too) that hide a thong-like attached underwear.

Four thick braided strings attached to the fabric (to make sure she does looses it)

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Songcord:

Very long songcord for her age that starts from the back of her loincloth to the front (added a few beads that signify the important moment of her old life like why she decided to come to pandora) [I drew it as loose because i didn't know how they wore it, my mistake]

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Knife:

Long knife made of a very hard stone (made by herself).

Green leather handle

Wears it on her leg holster

Small bone on the knife's holster (given by her Tilue)

Pearl trinket attached to the handle

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Earings:

Made of bones small crystal beads and small feathers.

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Trinkets:

[Leg holster] trinket made of a green crystal and green wooden bead (matching with her sister's)

[Top] trinket made with blue beads and a big sea pearl (made by Sinka)

One waist belt made with beads that are her favorite colors

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Painted Pain

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Summary: The first couple year of his adult life were really rough. Klaus had found himself living on the streets and addicted to more substances that he could name. It had only taken him turning twenty to realize that this was't worth it. He had cleaned up and then got himself an apprenticeship with a tattoo artist. That's not to say his life wasn't still difficult, what with all the ghosts constantly screaming at him. At twenty five, he's finally got his life together and he's at peace with that. But then all it takes is a very familiar face walking into his parlor to make him start wondering if he's really okay after all.

Warnings: Mentions of self harm, mentions of child abuse, and mentions of past substance abuse

Word Count: 9,556

Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves/Klaus Hargreeves

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A/N: I fell so absolutely in love with this world that I've made and I'm so excited to finally be able to share it with you all! I hope that you like it. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

The sound of the front door shutting alerted him to the presence of a new person in the shop. He glanced up from the sandwich that he had been shoving into his mouth. He usually tried to give himself a solid half hour between appointments. He did this so that he could not only go a little bit over without having a ton of issues but so that he could give himself a little bit of time to rest. That had gone out of the window as soon as Clarisse had her baby before her due date, though. He didn’t blame her for wanting to spend time with her baby in the slightest because he knew that he’d want to do the same thing if he was in her shoes. Her being out of the office when she had appointments scheduled did mean that he had to offer to do some of her clients that were willing to have their work done by him and be squeezed around his other appointments.

He had a guest artist come and work at the shop during the first week to help ease up some of the burden, but then Derrek had to leave too so now the only person in the shop was Klaus. About a fourth of the clients had canceled their appointments entirely so that they could wait for Clarisse to come back, but the others had all decided they were fine with Klaus doing it. 

That meant that he was drowning in work. He had rescheduled as many of his own clients as he could, but he pretty much had back-to-back appointments for the next month. Every time he got frustrated, though, he just opened up his phone and saw all the pictures that his business partner sent him of her newborn baby. A little girl named Ava, who was so cute that it made the whole ordeal of having to manage the parlor by himself worth it.

The customer that had just come in had to be one of Clarisse’s reschedules, because Klaus hadn’t seen this particular individual since he was a teenager. It was a shock to see someone that he had grown up standing in front of him the way that he was. Klaus was assuming on the pronouns, because back when he had known this particular sibling they had looked a lot different.

Seven was listlessly rocking back and forth on his feet while fiddling with the wallet in his hands. His long brown hair had been cropped close to his head so that it just barely tickled the back of his neck and hid the base of his ears. His bangs had also been lopped off, joining the rest of his hair so that only half of his forehead was hidden instead of the entire thing and most of his eyes. 

The other ex-Umbrella Academy member was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a gray t-shirt underneath a baggy maroon sweatshirt that he was basically drowning in. He had three piercings on his left ear, two up on the cartilage and one down on the lobe. On the other side, he had a singular piecing his lobe and one of those earrings that clamped up on the cartilage and hung chains in the shape of the ear. He also had a migraine piercing, which was interesting to Klaus given everything that he had seen with Seven’s headaches when they were growing up.

The thing that made him think that the pronouns of his sibling had changed was the sharpness of Seven’s jawline, the way that his cheekbones were far more pronounced that they had been before. He had five o’clock shadow already despite it being barely noon. He was holding himself differently too, the way that Klaus had noticed a lot of AFAB trans people held themselves when they were trying to appear more masculine. Seven would have passed remarkably well had Klaus not grown up with him.

The artist quickly swallowed his food and then stood up. He cleared his throat and prepared himself for the inevitable recognition. Instead, he was met with the man giving a little jump and then a nervous smile. “A-are you Klaus?” he asked nervously.

“I am. Sorry that I don’t remember your name, it’s been kind of hectic in here since Clarisse when on her maternity leave,” Klaus chuckled in apology. He wasn’t quite sure why his sibling hadn’t recognized him, he didn’t think that he had changed all that much. He had grown out his hair so that the curls now hung low around his face, but right now they were tied back so that they weren’t getting in the way while he was working. He dressed about the same as he had when he was in his civvies as a teenager (today it was a mostly unbuttoned blue dress shirt and a pair of daisy-duke shorts). He had a couple more tattoos, but none of them changed the shape of his face or obscured identifying marks about him. The only reason that he could put his finger on was the plethora of bracelets hanging over his Umbrella Academy tattoo.

At the same time, he was kind of glad that he wasn’t being reminded of his past right now. He wasn’t sure how he’d be able to deal with Seven knowing everything about his worst years and bringing up things that might still be very painful for him. He was working through all of the things that their father had done to him when they were growing up, but there had been a lot of it so it was slow-moving progress.

“It’s alright,” Seven said with a small shake of his head. “I know that when baby’s come isn’t something that you can really control.”

“Oh, do you have kids of your own?” Klaus asked. He knew that he should really get going on the tattooing process so that they weren’t at this into his next appointment but he couldn’t resist the urge to get to know his sibling in this form. They were both adults, both away from the rest of their siblings and the abuse of their father, and basically strangers. Seven seemed to have absolutely no idea who Klaus was, at least.

The other man blanched and let out a startled little laugh. “No, I struggle to keep me and my cat alive. I couldn’t be responsible for a whole other human.”

No children, then, Klaus noted to himself.

He walked up to the counter where they kept the little square device that aided in the transaction process. He decided to introduce himself then, the way that Seven had introduced himself seemed to really cement in his mind that the other had no idea who Klaus was. “My name is Klaus Herschberger, but the way,” he introduced himself as he offered his hand.

Seven took it, marveling at the ‘HELLO’ on his palm for just a moment. “My name’s Viktor. It’s really nice to meet you, by the way. Clarisse called me today to tell me that your work is really good. I think she was worried I was going to chicken out again.”

It felt good to know that his brother had given himself a name, just as he had. It did kind of sting once he realized that Viktor had likely had to take on their father’s last name since none of the other Academy kids had known what their birth parents were named. Klaus regretted how out of his mind he had been when he discovered the check stubs. If he had been at all sober, he would have stolen them all to show his siblings that they did come from somewhere and they had a family history outside of their abuser. 

He suddenly realized what the other man had actually said. “Again?” Klaus asked, tilting his head to the side. As far as he had been able to tell, Viktor had never been in here before. He felt like he would have noticed it if his brother had been coming to the shop more than the one time he could have missed when Viktor set up the appointment.

Viktor shuffled back and forth, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of red. “Well I tried a couple of times when I was younger and it just didn't work out. I got the appointment all scheduled and then just never followed through. I would get scared and cancel either the day of or the day before. I’m really going to do it this time, though.”

“Do you have something in mind then, Viktor?” Klaus asked. He had to admit that his younger brother looked really cute like this. The tips of his ears had already turned a cute shade of pink from the blush on his face, a color that could only be barely made out from the thick brown hair that he had over his ears.

“Uh, yeah,” he nodded. He reached into his wallet and then pulled out a crumbled piece of paper. He unfolded it and then spread it out over the glass countertop before he turned it around so that Klaus could see it.

As soon as it was properly in front of the other man, Klaus felt his heart sink down into his stomach. He had been aware enough in their teenager years (he only slipped into the aggressive memory loss side of addiction after he had left the house) to see how much Viktor wanted to be a part of them, but he hadn’t known that it was this bad. The design that his baby brother had picked out for his first tattoo was the same symbol that had been branded into Klaus’ skin against his wish when he was thirteen. He wasn’t sure that he was going to be able to make it through the entire appointment with how dreadfully sober he was.

“Are you sure?” Klaus asked as he looked up from the umbrella logo towards his younger brother. It still astounded him how much Viktor had changed since the last time that they had seen each other almost eight years ago.

Viktor nodded. “Yeah. I know that it’s kind of weird to have my first ever tattoo be the logo of an obscure superhero group that hasn’t existed for the last decade or so, but this is kind of cathartic for me. I need to do it so that I can really have closure,” he explained.

For a moment, the artist was very concerned about why he was beating around the bush in the way that he was. Klaus had run into a couple of people that had gotten the Umbrella Academy logo tattooed on themselves in the past, though he had tried to avoid them as much as possible lest they find out that he had been a part of that whole mess. It wasn’t like it was a tattoo that no one other than the six Academy superheroes had gotten, so it wasn’t that strange for Viktor to want it as well. Then again, Klaus realized, Viktor had never been introduced to the outside world so he had no idea the kinds of things that people had done in their hay day and that super fans were still doing to that day. To Viktor, this seemed strange and stalker-ish towards a bunch of child heroes that had long since grown up.

Klaus still didn’t understand the entire tirade that he had gone on about it being closure or cathartic in some way since the symbol still held so much trauma for him, but he jerked his head back behind the counter. “You know what you want, so let’s get you tatted up!”

The smaller man let out a near breathless laugh. He walked behind the counter and over to the table where Klaus would be working on him. “Is it going to be more comfortable for you to lay or to sit? Some people start to feel woozy from the adrenaline so they find that it’s better for them to be laying down already.”

“I think I’ll be good sitting up. I brought a book to read and I think it might be hard to do that laying down,” he explained. “I, um, I’ve done a lot of research about the dos and don'ts of getting a tattoo so I’ve already eaten and hydrated.”

“Good, those are good things to have done before coming in. The adrenaline isn’t like when you go on a rollercoaster, it’s really low level but for a long time so it can kind of sneak up on some people. Don’t worry too much, though, you’re not going to be the first person to pass out on me if you do.”

“I hope that I don’t pass out. I have a pretty high pain tolerance,” Viktor chuckled. 

It was weird for Klaus to hear his brother say that. As far as he was aware his brother had never gotten hurt before. Their father was pretty good about making sure that he stayed out of the way when the others were training and had never even made Viktor learn hand-to-hand combat to protect himself. The idea that his brother had been getting hurt right under his nose, in a way that Klaus had never been able to tell, made his heart ache in his chest. He tried not to dwell on it for too long as he turned the chair into a sitting position and then patted the back so that Viktor knew it was okay to sit down.

“The pain of getting a tattoo isn’t the same thing as breaking a bone or scraping your knee. Imagine putting a pen into your skin as hard as you can over and over again for like half an hour,” Klaus explained. “That’s what the tattoo is going to feel like since that’s essentially what’s happening.”

“Don’t try to talk me out of this, man, I’ve already flaked so many times,” Viktor let out a little choked laugh. 

That also drew a little giggle from the artist. For as much trauma as he had surrounding all of his siblings since they reminded him of being back in that house, he had forgotten how much he enjoyed Viktor’s presence. It seemed that putting some distance between them and their abuser had been good for the both of them, even if Klaus had needed to hit an even deeper rock bottom before he could get better.

Klaus chuckled, “Alright, alright. Let’s get you started, yeah?”

“Yeah,” the other man nodded. He sat down in the seat once Klaus had raised it up so that he would be able to do that tattoo while Viktor was sitting up.

The first thing that he did was shave the area with a safe disposable razor. He then got out his favorite sketching pen and began to draw the perfect circle with the shape of the umbrella inside. He knew the mark very well since he had spent a lot of sleepless nights staring directly at the exact same thing on his own arm. He could feel Ben’s presence right behind him, looking over his shoulder and studying every single detail of what he was doing to their brother.

He tried his best to ignore it and focus on his work but it was getting a little bit hard when his body began to shiver at the proximity of the chilling spirit. Ghosts weren’t always cold, some of them were really hot, but they always changed the temperature around them when they were feelings something really strongly or had just been walked through. Klaus sat up and cleared his throat, which made his deceased brother realize what he had been doing and back off.

“What do you think of that?” Klaus then asked as he capped his pen and then turned Viktor’s arm towards the smaller man.

Viktor turned the appendage this way and that as he studied the slightly messy pen marks that covered his arm. The sketch on the skin was always the worst part because Klaus found himself correcting it as he went so there was always an extra line or two that he wouldn’t actually use once he got the whole process underway. Some clients got really upset with him when they saw that the sketch on their skin didn’t really look like what they had brought on paper or what had been in their heads. Viktor didn’t seem to be one of those clients as he quickly said, “That’s really good!”

“We can get onto the fun part now,” Klaus explained. He filled up all the little cups with the colors that he would need and then placed them down next to the gun. “If at any point you need a break or for me to stop just let me know and I’ll do my best to stop as quickly as I can,” he gave the other man a small nod.

Viktor gave him a shaky smile in return. It was a look that Klaus had seen a lot when they were younger because it seemed to be the only thing that Seven could muster. Viktor had always seemed so small and fragile back then, like the slightest gust of wind hitting him wrong would cause him to break into thousands of pieces that could never be put back together the right way.

The music of the shop began to float over them as Klaus got to work. He enjoyed being able to play his own music when Clarisse wasn’t here, even if he wished that he had some company that weren’t just his clients. Clarisse owned the shop so she was the one to pick the music most days as the first one in and the last one to leave outside of very special cases in which Klaus had an appointment that was really dragging on.

The artist filled the pen with the special ink and then finished all of the steps that he needed to begin the process. He turned the device on and brought it to Viktor’s flesh, carefully making the first part of the thick black line that was going to be forming in the circle all the way around the umbrella. He made sure that Viktor was okay as he continued to fill it in bit by bit so the entire piece of his skin was finished.

The music was barely even playing in his ears as he really got into it. He was focusing on trying to make sure that he got everything just right, as he always did when he was working. He was also listening to the sound of his brother’s breathing this time, focusing on reminding himself that the other man was in fact real and sitting in his chair.

“You doing okay?” Klaus asked once he had finished with the solid black ring around the design that was going to be going on the inside. 

Viktor turned his head so that he was facing the other man. He pried his eyes open from where they had been shut while he focused on breathing. “Hmm? Yeah, I’m doing great. This isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be.”

That had been something that Klaus noticed while he was working. Viktor wasn’t even reacting to that tattoo like many of his already-tatted clients had. He didn’t even seem to be aware of when the pen was in his arm, like his nerves just absolutely refused to acknowledge that they should be sending pained signals to his brain.

“Then there’s nothing to be scared about for the rest of it, is there?” Klaus beamed at him.

The other man took a moment, like a smile being directed specifically at him wasn’t something that he had experienced before. Then Viktor gave a little nod and a laugh, shining brighter than any star Klaus had ever seen before. It warmed his heart, to see the fragile little Seven blossoming into the beginnings of a person. Klaus wanted to know all about him, every moment that he had missed when they separated to make their mark on the world. He knew that he couldn’t though, not when Viktor didn’t even recognise him.

Klaus spent the next hour mulling over how he could get to know his brother better and if he even could. It was complicated, given everything that had happened in their past. When they were children, Seven had been closest with Number Five before the latter had disappeared forever. Then Seven and Number Six had become as thick as thieves, spending every spare moment that Six had (when he wasn’t chasing after Klaus, training, or going on missions) squirreled away in their family library. Klaus, back when he had been Number Four, had never been particularly close with Seven. He had been too drugged out of his mind in the later years, too desperate to leave the house after Six, who chose the name Ben post-mortum, had become a literal ghost in his shadow instead of a figurative one.

He regretted it deeply now that he saw even the smallest glimpse of what his brother was. He knew that Viktor and Seven were very different people, that much was obvious from his own experience as both Klaus and Four, but the ache in his heart was still there with every steady beat. He wanted to know more about Viktor’s struggle with his gender, the way that he had come to terms with their shitty family, if he was still playing the violin and if he actually liked it or if he felt like he had to. He wanted to know everything, but they were strangers to each other in more ways than one so he couldn’t. 

He finished the last bit of that tattoo with one swipe of the cloth that he had been using to get rid of the blood and excess ink. “There we go,” he grinned at his younger brother as he turned Viktor’s wrist so that he could see it properly.

Viktor slowly pried his eyes away from the book that he had been holding open with his other hand and then looked down at the umbrella that was now on his skin forever. A mixture of emotions washed over his face, something that Klaus desperately wished he could ask about. He wanted to know what his brother was feeling, why he had been inclined to do this in the first place, and how Klaus could assuage some of the not-so-nice feelings.

“Thank you,” Viktor said softly. He stared at the tattoo for a moment longer before Klaus got out the cling film and wrapped it up. He kept the see-through material shut with a piece of masking tape.

He finished putting his things away so that he could give his brother some time to process the permanent marking that he had just gotten. Most people were overly giddy or excited when they saw their first tattoo, but Klaus had also done several that were outlines of dead pets or the names of dead family members, which were more somber and required the client to be left alone so that they could mull in their feelings for a while. 

Once he finished, he sat back down in the chair next to Viktor while fiddling with a folded piece of yellow paper. “So you’re going to want to keep that on for a couple of hours after you get back. I’m going to tell you with words about how to take care of the tattoo and give you this nifty little paper that has everything you need to know about tattoo care on it. You’re going to want to wash it with antibacterial soap very softly. Just put some on your hand and then gently rub it into the tattoo with a wash cloth. You don’t want to do any scrubbing because eventually it is going to start peeling and if you pick off the skin it can effect how the tattoo heals. This has a couple of different lotions that I suggest you use to minimize itching and advance healing, they vary on skin type. If you have dryer skin then you use different ones than if you have oily skin.”

Viktor very seriously listened to everything that the artist had to say, his brows furrowed with concentration as he tried to cling to every single word that Klaus was giving him. “Right, okay,” he said when the other man took a moment to breathe.

“If you have any questions then just let me know. The shop is open pretty late into the night most days and I can get back to you as soon as possible if you call and no one is here,” he finished.

“This really has been a great experience,” Viktor assured him. He kept looked down at his tattoo even though it was now wrapped with the cling film. “I’m glad that I finally decided to actually do this now. I could have chickened out again until Clarisse was back in the office, but I’m glad that I didn’t.”

“Yeah?” Klaus asked. He had gotten a mixed reacted from a lot of the clients that had agreed to let him do their tattoos. Some of them were still very loyal to Clarisse since she had been their artist for years, but others liked him enough that they were considering switching. The ex-superhero had no idea what Viktor’s decision was going to be since he had never gotten a tattoo before, but he was pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it did and I really appreciate you checking in on me to make sure that I was okay as often as you did,” Viktor explained. He stood up from the chair and didn’t waver like some of Klaus’ clients did, but rather stood tall and more sure of himself than Klaus thought Seven ever could.

They finished up the transaction and then Viktor slipped out of the parlor with the little informational pamphlet about tattoo care clasped in his hand. It was weird to see him go again, since the Seven from his childhood had been stagnant and still their entire lives. Viktor moved now, he went places and did things and most likely had friends. Maybe he even had a new family, which is why he hadn’t bothered to talk to Klaus like the two of them knew each other.

The artist couldn’t get his brother out of his head the entire rest of the week until Clarisse came back and things returned to normal. Even then, thoughts of things that Viktor might like or what kind of a person he had grown into flitted through his mind on the regular.

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Almost six months had passed before he saw his brother in person again. He had just come back from doing guest work in San Francisco on Ben’s request. They traveled there almost every nine months because Ben loved it there so much and Klaus liked the break from their hometown. He didn’t feel like he could leave The City yet because of all the history he had there and the chance that he would be able to run into Diego, Number One, or Viktor again. A small part of him, the part that was mostly Ben complaining about Klaus bringing it up one too many times, was mostly just staying there for Viktor.

He didn’t know what it was about his brother that had him so transfixed, but he felt almost like he had the first time that he had fallen in love with he was sixteen. Granted, a lot of that probably had to do with the ecstasy that the girl had been slipping into his drink every time Klaus managed to sneak out of the house to meet up with her, but the feeling was consistent. He hadn’t eaten or drank anything when Viktor was around, though, so he knew that the situation had to be at least a little bit different.

Clarisse had told him that she scheduled a couple of appointments for him and forwarded an email of what the clients wanted, so he knew that he was going to have a couple people coming in that he hadn’t met with first. He had already done two and they were admittedly a little more difficult than the ones he met with himself were. It was harder to get an idea of the picture that someone wanted when he was being told the information through another person in an email, after all.

He had just finished up with his most recent appointment when the door opened and two people entered. One of them was there for a quick appointment with Clarisse, an old friend of the woman from back when they were in college together, while the other was Viktor.

Klaus couldn’t help himself. He put away the book that he had been flicking through to try and figure out what he wanted his next tattoo to be. He got up and walked over to the glass counter, folding his arms and then leaning over it so that he was closer to Viktor’s height. It was insane just how short his brother was, even when Klaus wasn’t wearing the platform boots that he had chosen to come to work in today. “Hey, there.”

“Hi,” Viktor replied awkwardly. “I, um, I know that Clarisse was the one to book me for you technically but I’m here for my appointment.”

“Ah, right,” he nodded. That was another challenge that he had found in having clients make appointments through another person. When he didn’t hear them over the phone or see them in person then he had a much harder time remembering who they were beyond the designs that he was making for them. “And what was it that you wanted, again?”

“I was, um, I was hoping to get the solar system tattooed on my back,” he said, gesturing to his left shoulder.

Klaus nodded. He had already drawn a design for a solar system, he just couldn’t remember where and who it was going to be for. “Where on your back do you want it?” he asked as he brought Viktor around the counter and then sat him down on the chair again. He was going to have to adjust it depending on what the other man’s answer was going to be.

“Just on the top of my neck, I think. I don’t have anyone that can help me with cleaning and upkeep if it’s somewhere that I can’t reach myself,” he explained. 

Just like they had before, Klaus adjusted how the chair was out and then instructed Viktor on what he needed to do. When the other man was told that he was going to have to remove his shirt, he stopped and began to fiddle with the hem while his eyes shifted uncomfortably between both his artist and the duo in the next room over that were doing basically the same thing as them.

“It’s okay, we don’t judge people’s bodies. We’re just here to add to them when asked,” Klaus said softly. He had delt with a couple of trans clients before, as well as identifying as non-binary himself even if he didn’t use alternative pronouns, so he knew how to help them feel more comfortable.

“Right. Just not used to that kind of acceptance, I guess,” Viktor cleared his throat awkwardly. He removed himself from the chair so that Klaus could turn it into a table. Once it was in the completely flat position at up at the level where Klaus would need it to do the tattoo on his back, the smaller man removed his shirt.

When they were kids, Klaus had seen a fair deal of their other siblings when they were training with each other or needed to change quickly before a mission. Seven had no powers and had thus been excluded from all of that. He wasn’t sure that he had ever seen more of his brother than the uniforms allowed him to see, which was a curious thought to be having when the other was now shirtless in front of him.

Viktor was wearing a peach-colored binder that was curled slightly around the neck and arms from how often it had been worn. His skin was just as pale as it had been on his arms the last time that Klaus had been giving him a tattoo. He could make out a couple of freckles along his stark collar bone, but other than that Viktor’s skin was completely unblemished by scars or marks. Klaus himself was covered in scars from the missions the Umbrella Academy was sent on and his hard couple of years living on the streets. His stomach was also dotted with chicken pox scars, a disease he wasn’t sure that Viktor had ever gotten despite all of them being taken out of commission by it. 

“Alright, you ready for this?” Klaus asked with a bright smile.

As if he had realized that the other man really wasn’t going to say anything about the binder or the fact that he had a chest at all, Viktor gave a confident nod. He turned around so that he was laying down on the table. He had his shirt bunched underneath his head so that he was more comfortable, his arms folded underneath himself.

From that point on, the tattooing process went just as the other one had. Viktor looked to have almost fallen asleep by the time that Klaus finished with the last of the pale gray lines that connected each of the planets together around the sun that they were orbiting. Viktor was just as enamored with that tattoo as he had been with the other one, though he seemed more excited and less melancholic about the more recent one.

Klaus was once again sad to see his brother leave, but he felt like he knew just a little bit more about Viktor than he had before. It was almost impossible think of the man that kept visiting his parlor as the same brother that Seven had been. Viktor had blossomed into his own person so wholeheartedly, Klaus could almost see more petals unraveling from the flowerbud the longer that they interacted with each other. It was wonderful, but his heart also ached as he wished that he could be a bigger part of his life.

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It seemed as though the universe had answered a few of his prayers for the first time ever in his twenty-six years of life. Their birthday had just passed and Viktor had already come in to get several more tattoos. Klaus didn’t know if this was because he had secured a job that gave him enough expendable income to do so or if he finally felt confident enough to do what he wanted with his own body, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The more appointments they had together the more they chatted with each other. Klaus learned that Viktor played the violin professionally and taught private lessons for child prodigies, that he had work friends he hung out with regularly, that he had graduated college with a teaching major and a music minor. He had also heard a couple childhood stories about their siblings from him, which had really just proven that Viktor didn’t recognize him. 

Klaus had given the other man several more tattoos. There was a batman symbol on his left shoulder, a particularly sentimental quote from Allison’s first ever major role in her movies on his right forearm, an intertwined five and seven right underneath his collarbone, and the cutest little squid that he had ever designed tucked safely away on Viktor’s hip. 

The artist tried not to feel hurt that the other man hadn’t gotten anything for him, since everything else was clearly for the rest of their siblings. Granted, they hadn’t been particularly close since Klaus was high out of his mind by the time that Five had left and he even had the ability to befriend the other. He had stopped thinking of them as siblings a long time ago, around their third appointment together. Viktor was far too cute and funny and shy for them to be siblings, especially with the massive crush that Klaus was developing.

“So what are we in for today?” he asked as he sat down on his stool. He dug through the papers that he had allowed to heap on his desk so that he could find the designs that he had been working on for the past couple of days.

“This one is kind of complicated,” he sighed. He pulled some paper out of his pocket. “This is my favorite piece, it’s the first one that I ever truly memorized. I wanted to get it but I’m not sure how tattoos react with scar tissue.”

“Well, it depends on how big it is and how gnarly the scar tissue is,” Klaus explained. He pulled up his shirt on his right side so that his arm was revealed, “I had a lot of scars here but I was able to get them covered up pretty well.” That was one of the first tattoos that he had gotten after getting sober. Clarisse had done them right before she took him on as her apprentice, covering up all the little poc marks with his favorite flower. The multi-colored bleeding hearts reminded him about when his life turned to the place where it was now and how far he had come in the last couple of years.

“Right, okay,” Viktor nodded. He unfolded the paper and then passed it over to Klaus. “Would it be at all possible to cover up line scars with this? If it’s not then I have another idea for something that I can get instead that still means a lot to me, but I’m kind of hoping that we can go with my first idea.”

“I think that I can do that,” Klaus nodded. Of course, he hadn’t seen the scars that the other man was talking about, but he was beginning to get an idea of what they were. It hurt his heart to think about Viktor, at any point in his life but especially when they were trapped in the huge walls of that horrid house they had grown up in, being in so much pain that he had to release it by hurting himself. He had done several tattoo cover ups in this sense already, as well as a more difficult one involving a burn victim.

The process moved a lot slower than it had previously. This was obviously something that was very painful for Viktor, more painful than the other tattoos that he had gotten done even though they seemed just as personal if not more. Viktor shimmied his pants off and then rolled up the left leg of his boxers as he laid down on the table so that Klaus could get to work.

Just as he had suspected, Viktor’s leg was covered in thin white and red lines. Some of the scars seemed old, like they had been healing for about a decade while others seemed a lot newer. None of them were open wounds, but some of them were less faded than the rest. Klaus wondered when Viktor had started doing this and when he had stopped. He wished that he had been a lot more present so that he could have noticed it when it started and helped Viktor.

“So what is the significance of this particular piece to you, again?” Klaus asked. He didn’t usually question why people were getting the tattoos that they wanted and he wasn’t a huge fan of conversation in general when he was working as he felt like it distracted him from what he was trying to do, but the silence felt stifling. It was hard to just focus on the tattoo when he was covering up marks that signified how horrible Viktor had it when Klaus could have been helping him had he just resolved to get sober  a little sooner. He had to fill the silence with something.

“Well, I started playing the violin when I was about thirteen. It was something that I thought I could be good at, like really hone my ability to do it. I became obsessed with it and started playing all the time. My parents had made sure that I could read sheet music so I did a lot of sight reading in the beginning. I was teaching myself how to play the violin so it took a lot of time to memorize what made each chord sound right. My siblings didn’t like it very much but they were all pretty busy so I had plenty of time to just play without worrying about making anyone upset.”

Klaus felt like he was going to start sobbing. He remembered the first time that they had come home to hear Viktor playing the violin. It was a classic piece, one that their father had played while they were taking tests after they turned ten in the hopes that it would make them smarter or something. The tempo had been slowed way down and the notes were just a little bit off, but it had been relatively good overall. They hadn’t been kind about the excess sound, though. He specifically remembered shouting affirmatives down the hall as Three explained, in degrading levels of detail, how annoying the sound was after doing what they had just been forced to do. 

Half of him wished that he had either kept his mouth shut so he didn’t have to think about how shitty he had been to Viktor as a child and the other half of him wished he could travel back in time and right every wrong that he had ever done. 

“But, um, I had a really close friend that hated all classical music and so I learned something that was on the edge of classical so that he could hear something that he enjoyed when I played. I never got to actually play it for him but it’s still a piece that I can play with my eyes closed. I teach it to basically all of my students who have gotten into a rut with their music. Learning it and practicing it for hours and hours on end helped me through a really hard time in my life. I thought that it was only fitting to get it permanently placed on my body, I guess.”

“I think that’s really beautiful,” Klaus replied. He desperately wanted to know who the close friend was and why they had never gotten to hear the piece. He knew that it had to be Five or Ben since those were the two people that Viktor had lost when they were younger, but Viktor had picked up the violin around the time that Five had disappeared and Ben loved classical music so neither of those made sense.

He let the appointment slip back into silence then, unsure that anything he asked would end up getting him an answer that would sooth the ache in his chest. He had known that Viktor’s childhood was bad in a way that was very different than the rest of theirs, but somehow he wasn’t really aware of how badly he had been hurting as they grew up. He wanted to pay more attention, he wanted to know more so that he could help in any way that Viktor would allow him to, but he also knew that they were basically strangers so there wasn’t really anything that he could do.

They had made so much progress on getting to know each other and yet they still felt so distant from one another. Klaus wanted nothing more than to have a more intimate relationship with his brother, even if that was just friends instead of a client/artist relationship. It was so frustrating and yet at the same time he was grateful to be in Viktor’s life at all.

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The next tattoo that Viktor came in for was a lot happier than the rest of them had been. Normally the other man made his appointments about a month before he came in to get the work done, but this one had been a bit of a rush appointment that they had only been able to fit in because someone else had canceled. On top of the quick timing, he hadn’t told Klaus what he was going to get like he normally did. The artist had no idea what he was going to be working on today and that both terrified and excited him.

He tilted his head up and then beamed when he saw the person that was rapidly becoming his favorite client step into the parlor. “Well if it isn’t Viktor! How are you doing?” Klaus beamed as he made his way over to the glass counter that separated them from each other.

“Really, really good,” he beamed. “That tattoo I want today is pretty simple, it’s just a date.”

“You know, there are some much better ways to keep track of when your appointments are,” he teased.

Viktor laughed, a joyous sound that Klaus wished he could have surrounding him at all times. Of course, he would sit with Viktor when he cried and worship at his feet when he was insecure if it meant getting to spend time with him outside of the parlor. Klaus would do basically anything if it meant that he could be in proximity to the other man at all. He had fallen so hard and so fast for Viktor that he could barely even believe that the feelings were real.

“It’s actually the date of my top surgery. I had an appointment with my doctor two weeks ago when I made the appointment and she said that I’m healed enough that getting a tattoo close to the surgery sight shouldn’t be a problem,” he explained.

“Congratulations on your top surgery! What day did you get it on?” Klaus asked. He felt honored and excited for the other man, that Viktor had trusted him enough to tell him something so personal since they still didn’t know each other very well.

As they moved around the edge of the counter so that they were back at Klaus’ station, Viktor told him the date. He got up on the table and then removed his shirt. Unlike the last time that he had done that, he was sitting up much taller and grinning like an absolute idiot. 

Klaus wanted to kiss him so bad.

He knew that Ben was going to be so pissed when the two of them met up at the end of the day to talk about their days and all Klaus could talk about was how badly he wanted to kiss a man that he barely knew. Ben would, of course, get mad at him for not taking the plunge and just asking Viktor out since they had already spent so much time together, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t want to risk the only time that he had with the other by making unwanted advances. That was something that Ben wouldn’t be able to weigh in on since the ghost followed him to work so rarely that he didn’t have the background knowledge to make a good assessment about it.

The process went like it had every other time before, but with a lot more conversation. Klaus could tell that the other man was giddy and excited, a feeling that was infectious beyond all belief. They spent the entire time talking to each other, Viktor explaining what the experience of getting top surgery had been like for him and how excited he was to be able to walk around topless when socially appropriate instead of being nervous about being outed.

The tattoo was so small that they wrapped up after only twenty minutes, unfortunately. It probably would have gone faster had the numbers not been quite so small, but unfortunately Klaus was very good at his job so it still went faster than he had been hoping it would.

Viktor got out of the chair and put his shirt on over the top of the masking tape and cling film that was protecting the newly done tattoo, a set of three different numbers just underneath his left pectoral. “So, I guess I’ll see you next time I need to get some work done?” he asked.

Something deep inside of Klaus roared to life, a kind of hope that had been smothered to death when he had to watch Ben’s own monster tear himself to shreds. It was a feeling that he had longed to have back but had known was never going to return to him. Until now. “Uh, yeah, see you then,” was the only thing that he managed to get out. Usually he was so suave and the words came to him easier than anything else had, but Viktor had spent the entire time being so euphoric and excited that Klaus had managed to get tongue tied.

They hovered around each other for a moment longer before Viktor gave the most adorable, awkward wave ever and then hurried out of the door.

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The parlor was completely empty with the exception of Klaus. Clarisse was out on a sick day with her baby and since Klaus had already scheduled a lot of appointments for that day, unaware that two of them would cancel back to back, she had to reschedule all of her clients. The clairvoyant man wasn’t really upset with it though, because it gave him some time to exist by himself without being surrounded by all the people he had to interact with on a daily basis. He wasn’t nearly as much as an introvert as Ben or One, but he still liked having he quiet moments by himself.

He let out a small sigh as the bell above the door tinkled to let him know that someone had opened it. He set his book down on the desk and then tilted his head up before he felt his heart jump into his throat. Viktor was standing in the doorway to the parlor, his chest heaving and a flush on his face. Outside the wind was howling and the rain was pouring down, which was probably the reason that he had run there from wherever it was that he was coming from.

“Hey there,” Klaus said as he tried to force himself to play it cool. His stomach was clenching around the sandwich that he had eaten for lunch like it had suddenly become rocks while his nerves shot to life. “I don’t remember you having an appointment today,” he said as he glanced towards the calendar to accentuate his point.

“I don’t, I’m sorry,” Viktor ran a hand through his short-cropped hair. Water was dripping off of it and down onto the wooden floor. It was only then that Klaus noticed how soaking wet he was, like he had been in the rain for an exceptionally long time. He couldn’t help but wonder why.

“Okay, then why are you here? Not that it’s not wonderful to see you,” Klaus beamed, turning his head to the side in the way that Ben always told him made him look like a confused dog.

Viktor took a step forward and then shoved the door shut. Klaus could see a few of the tattoos that were now covering his skin peaking out of his shirt and jacket sleeves. “This is going to sound really fucking weird, but, um, my therapist said that I had to do it so that I could move on with my life no matter what happened.”

Klaus felt all of the good nerves that he got whenever he saw the man that he had fallen in love with turn sour. He couldn’t help but be terrified that Viktor had found out who Klaus was and was upset that he had kept that secret the entire time they had known each other.

The smaller man took a deep breath, his shoulders physically moving up and down as he did so. “I’m in love with you. I have been since you did the five and seven on my hip. I know that I’m your client and that’s kind of weird for me to say since you’re probably just being so nice to me so that I’ll come back and continue to give you more money but you’re so kind and funny and compassionate and you’ve never judged me or ridiculed me. I- you don’t have to reply or anything, I just had to get this out of me.”

“I’m your brother.”

That was definitely not what Klaus had been wanting to say. 

Viktor shook his head and then looked at him oddly, his brows furrowed together in confusion. “What?” he asked.

“I’m your brother,” Klaus repeated, for some reason. It almost felt like the time that he had been twenty-four and having withdrawals so bad that he felt like he was going to die when he found out that Ben could possess him. Like someone else was controlling his body and making him say things he didn’t want to. “Not biologically, of course. I’m Number Four. We grew up together in the Umbrella Academy,” he unfastened the half dozen bracelets that he used to keep the umbrella tattoo hidden on his arm. He had been tempted to cover it up with something else but hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it yet since it still linked him to all of his siblings.

The smaller man took a step forward, grasping Klaus’ arm to bring it closer to him so that he could see the faded ink even closer. “Holy shit,” he whispered, his eyes so wide that Klaus was half worried they were going to pop out of his skull. “It’s really you.”

“I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner. I know you’re probably upset that I let you fall in love with me thinking that I was some kind of stranger to you when you really knew me the entire time,” he let out a short, clipped laugh. It as one that he had used when he was in recovery a lot because he felt uncomfortable but didn’t know how to properly express that.

He took in a breath to continue his ramble just to fill up the silence or give Viktor time to get a proper argument in order, but he was quickly silenced by another pair of lips on top of his. Klaus let out a surprised hum in the back of his throat but lifted his hands up so that he was cupping the other man’s clammy, wet skin. 

They broke apart and Viktor let out a little giggle, “You really think that the whole pseudo-incest thing weirds me out? When we were little I was practically in love with Five, as much as any thirteen-year-old could be. And then we had to watch Allison and One make moon-eyes at each other for years since they were both too shy to make a move.”

“Believe it or not, they were even worse on missions,” Klaus chuckled. He darted back in so that he could give Viktor another kiss on the lips. He knew that he had an addictive personality, but nothing in the world had ever compared to the way that he felt when he was kissing Viktor and he desperately wished that he could do it forever. He didn’t want to go another moment without experiencing it at least once a day.

“God, I really like doing that,” Viktor admitted before his cheeks became covered in a beautiful red color.

“I like doing it too. We should do it more often,” Klaus beamed.

It was only then did Viktor seem to realize where he was. “Oh shit, did I interrupt you while you were at work? I didn’t mean to take you away from a client or anything, I was just trying to get you off my mind and then it all just kind of… happened.”

“You didn’t interrupt me. And even if you did, I’d be happy for it,” Klaus grinned. “I don’t have another client for another half hour and Clarisse is out with her baby if you want to stick around and catch up. This time with both of us knowing who the other is.”

The smaller man tilted his head up, smiling so wide that it stretched from one ear to the other. He gave a small nod and the duo walked through the parlor to Klaus’ desk, where he was positioned immediately on the taller’s lap so that they could talk about everything that had been left silent the entire time that they had known each other.

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The very last tattoo that Klaus gave Viktor was a golden wedding band on his ring finger.