Tampons are gross

Felix Doug.

[ashesburnmeup-blog]

“Normally I hate the heat as well to be fair… but this bloody rain is just… miserable.  It’s like the whole place is just fucking depressed and it’s trying to take it out on us.”  She sighed, before a warm hoodie was suddenly thrust into her arms.  She looked down at it for a few seconds in surprise, before looking back up at Felix, a smile sliding across her face.  She nodded, moving the pillow off her stomach and shoving the hoodie over her head.  It was soft, warm, baring the faint scent that Felix had.  It was perfect.  She grinned widely, stretching her arms out and relishing the feeling of the soft felt against her skin, before settling back down and shoving her arm through Felix’s happily.  “Ta,” she grinned.  “That’s much better.”

A short burst of laughter escaped her at his comment, and she shoved against him playfully.  “Well you make sure to tell me once you’ve decided which one you prefer, ok?” She wasn’t being serious, not really… Felix was too important to her to just be another one of the hit it and run type sorts she normally got involved with, but it was still funny to her.  Still, despite all her jokes, she couldn’t help feel like the boy beside her was an anchor of sorts for her lost soul to grab onto.  The feeling was made even more pronounced at his next comment about the missing children, and without moving her head from his shoulder, her grip tightened around his arm.  “No,” she said softly, as images of her friend Scar, who had been missing for a week now, passed through her mind.  “Their thinking of sending out a search party for them soon.  Some sort of rescue mission… which means Morgana must know where they are, but fuck if she’s telling.”  Ash knew it was probably people just like the ones that had fucked with Felix who were now messing with her friends, and the thought terrified the girl.  She herself knew what it was like to be in an asylum, but her version had been so less… aggressive… than anything the boy she currently clung to had gone through.  Ash was terrified of what was happening to them, terrified of what they were capable of, and terrified of what the aftereffects could be to some of the experiments.  Ash couldn’t lose anyone else, especially not Felix or Scar.  “I fucking hate it, Felix,” she whispered.

[felixdoug]

He pulled a face when she linked arms with him, as if the action was the most obscene of things, and he looked around them to see if anyone was being nosy. “Oi careful, can’t ‘ave people finkin’ I’m a nice person.” The look he gave her crinkled into a smile a second later. Felix wasn’t particularly kind, and had fewer friends than enemies, but Ash seemed to bring out his softer side. One of which he hadn’t considered until after they’d met. It was a defence thing he’d had since forever, and his ADHD didn’t help matters. He took a moment to look at her in his hoodie. “Bit big on you, ain’t it? You skinny... minge.” He laughed a bit, bringing up his free hand to rub at the back of his head. It was gradual, but he started to lean into her as she did with him. He let her shove him; he hardly moved. All amusement fled him as they spoke of the missing students. It wasn’t that he cared about them, he found it difficult to sympathise with people he generally hated, no matter the situation they were in, but he understood the situation. He feared it because it could have been him. Again. Felix shifted, uncomfortable. “Why ain’t she sayin’ shit if she knows where they are?” It didn’t make any sense to him, and he frowned. “Don’t seem right.” He curled his hands into nervous fists. A large part of him suddenly didn’t want to talk about it. Mentions of a possible site location had him squirming. “Yeah, you an’ me both.” The boy let out a breath, and covered her hand with his, where it lay upon his arm.  “What I don’t get is how they was taken in the first place.”

[ashesburnmeup-blog]

She snorted at his response, before looking outside after his comment.  As a dull boom of thunder echoed out from across the other side of the campus, a chill went up Ash’s spine again, causing her to shiver uncomfortably.  “Hmm… I’d say it’s like back home… but I think I purposefully blocked out the weather from the UK, so I can’t say I’m pleased.”  She rubbed her hands up and down her arms before finally spotting an old, thin and threadbare pillow which she grabbed to her chest for warmth, before settling more comfortably down beside Felix.  At the very least he was warm.

She snorted at the idea of her dry humping the door, before nudging her shoulder into his.  “Please, I can dry hump far more interesting things than a door if you’re that interested.”  Her eyes moved up to match his blue ones, head tilting as she listened.  Her knees moved up to her chest and she began hugging them, a habit of hers so familiar to her now she was completely unconscious whenever she did it.  “Sounds shit, to be honest… but I’m glad you’ve got it back.  Welcome to the land of the crazies.”  She sighed once before looking back out the window towards the rain.  “Can’t imagine not having mine, to be honest.  I’ve got so used to now it’s just like breathing.”  A bittersweet smile tinged her face before she looked back up at Felix, smile growing softer at the sight of his face.  

“Well I’m glad you weren’t in solitary confinement, but you’ve still gotta be careful.  Fuck the school and all that shit, but if I have to go another few weeks without having you around, I’m gonna get well grumpy.  You know the drill, you’re one of the few tolerable people around here.”

[felixdoug]

Felix’s eyes remained on her face even as a loud roar ripped through the skies. She shivered, and his lips formed a straight line. “I don’t remember home.” He shrugged, not meaning it to sound as pitiable as it did. “I like this better than hot weather, though.” He wasn’t sure why. She was cold, and it took him a moment to remember what he wore. “Here, you naked twat.” He let out a breathy laugh, sitting up so that he could pull his grey hoodie over his head, handing it to her a second later. “It’ll keep you warmer than that bra ‘fing you got on. An’ I don’t need it that much.” 

Heat settled in the lower part of his stomach at her words, and he stared at her with damp ardour until he’d squashed it. Then he snorted. “Findin’ it hard to decide what I want you to dry hump more, my dick or my face.” It was in equal parts a joke and the truth. “An’ fanks, to be honest it don’t feel like I ever left the land of the crazies. Everyfin’ is so fucked up right now, you can’t escape that shit.” Things went silent for a minute, save for the storm brewing outside. In the background, he could hear talk of the war. Whatever arousal he was previously feeling vanished, and he settled back down beside her. “I’ll try not to.” He looked at her smile. “You, er, heard any news on them missin’ kids?”

[ashesburnmeup-blog]

The smirk on Ash’s face grew nothing if not more pronounced as she saw the boy in front of her twitch a few times, and then adjust the crotch of his pants.  And… as soon as her eyes had travelled down to follow the hand, so too did the bump appear.  Her smirk deepened, and she looked back up to him.

“Thanks… I’m quite fond of them, too.  Nice bulge.”

She finally snorted, before hopping off the counter to join him on the couch, shivering slightly as the cool air touched her bare skin.  It was all fun and games when she was trying to troll him, but it was actually kind of cold, what with the rain and all that.  

“Fuck the door,” she said with a grin, before she began looking around absentmindedly for anything dry she could use to cover her.  “Well… don’t actually fuck the door, but you know… I honestly couldn’t care less.  I was just joking.”  Her eyes trailed back to Felix’s, her brow wrinkling slightly in concern.

“Is it cos you got your power back?  I spose it’ll take some time to readjust, though it’s crap in the meantime.  You ok?”

[felixdoug]

“Fuck off, it’s only a halfy.” He frowned to himself, and tried to take the attention away from his crotch by pointing to a nearby window. “Rainin’ outside.” He lamely stated. The weather had remained miserable for weeks, and it wasn’t showing signs of clearing up any time soon. Someone had suggested that the climate was a result of a weather manipulator in mourning, which made sense considering all of the shit that’d recently gone on. Students were still missing, and tensions were running high between students and teachers alike. The boy grinned. “Fink I’d get splinters in me cock if I actually fucked the door, but if you wanna’ give it a dry hump, I don’t mind watchin’.” He gently bumped his knuckles into the side of her thigh, glancing at her breasts for a second time as he looked up. His smile wavered on one side a little. “Yeah, just got it back today.” He let out a tired sigh, and slumped down into the couch, resting his head back. “Felt well weird not havin’ it. You gotta touch fings with a little more force than usual. Who the fuck knew you had to put effort in ta’ openin’ a can of fuckin’ pepsi?” He folded his arms over his chest. “But yea, yea I’m ‘ite. Din’t get put into solitary confinement, did I? So I was lucky this time.” He tilted his head. “What about you?”

[ashesburnmeup-blog]

Ash’s eyes widened at the sight of the door getting splintered before her sight.  The novelty of it temporarily distracted her from her shirt, which now had a massive stain spreading from her stomach up towards just underneath her breast.  But it wasn’t until Felix emerged from the ruckus, blue eyes flickering uncertainly in front of her, that the full situation clicked within her mind.  She couldn’t even be properly made, not when it looked as if he was going to use the door as some sort of shoe decoration.  A small smile began to appear across her face, though she desperately tried to suppress it by looking down at her shirt.

“Yeh, that’s right.  My favorite door ever, you prat.  How could you?” she muttered, though her voice was light, gentle enough even for Felix to not get offended.  She gestured towards her shirt before looking back up to him, brow raised.  “You missed my magic trick.  I’d been balancing beer and then your little performance made me fuck up.”

She sighed quickly before sitting up and shrugging her top over her head, baring her pale stomach and bra to Felix’s eyes.  She pulled the soaking top away from her face before looking back up at Felix, a secret smirk beginning to form across her face.  “Oh well… never really liked the top much anyway.”

[felixdoug]

All of his previous annoyance vanished into thin air at the sight before him. His scowl was replaced with a look of mild dread, and he didn’t hide the fact that his eyes moved to linger on her breasts. He shifted a little, fast becoming hot, and swallowed. “Nice tits.” He said, in an effort to make small talk. He wasn’t the best at keeping conversations going anyway, and this just seemed to make it harder. “Didn’t like the top either.” As he spoke, he absent-mindedly grabbed the inner thigh part of his jeans to adjust them, and walked closer. “Bra’s a bit gay too, if I’m honest.” His lips twitched at the corners, and he hesitated only slightly before dropping onto the couch. “You could probably get some arse-hole to fix that door for you, though.” He said after while, knee restlessly bouncing up and down as he averted his gaze. “Might need to do a bit of anal for it, but it’s worth it for your favourite door, innit?” A short laugh escaped him as he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Fifth fing I’ve broken today. Ain’t even meant to do it on purpose or nuffin’. It’s mental.”

[ashesburnmeup-blog]

Ash was lying on the kitchen counter, attempting to drown out the sound of the persistent rain by concentrating on balancing the beer can that was currently standing upright upon her stomach.  Dimly she could hear the TV from the common room talking about the escalation of the war, but that was far less important than the fact that she had turned into a fucking Houdini with a beer can.  

Her brow furrowed in concentration as her stomach rose up and down with each inhalation of breath she took, but the can remained stable.  That is… until… the door burst open from beside her with all the grace of stampeding elephant.  The noise made her flinch, and she watched in slow motion as the beer can overbalanced and then slowly, gracefully, tumbled down, spraying her midsection with beer.

“Fuck!” she uttered angrily, before turning to look at the offending intruder with her most terrifying glare.

[felixdoug]

It was hard getting used to his super strength again after spending three whole months without it. Naturally, he’d gotten into trouble and been forced to wear a power negation cuff until it was stated otherwise. But now that it was off, he kept breaking things; not even intentionally. The door was the fifth thing today that he’d broken, pushing it open with a little too much force and having its body shatter against the wall. It came as such a surprise to him that he remained standing there, an arm extended and mouth agape, for a good few seconds. “For fuck sake.” He eventually came out with, shoving aside the splintered wood so that he could enter the room. It wasn’t until after he’d kicked the door out of frustration, his foot going through the broken door and into the wall, that he noticed Ash. The look she gave him made him hesitate, a flicker of confusion passing through clear, blue eyes. “Well someone don’t look happy.” He pointed back to the door. “Your favourite door or somefin’?”

[geqata]

[lanastewart-deactivated20150622]

Lana paused when she heard her name being called over the speaker system, glancing up and then down at her bowl of cereal. She half wondered if her name was a joke; surely they wouldn’t trust her to go out on simple recon, let alone anything so high risk? Or maybe that was precisely why. Expendable people for the sort of job that’s likely to kill. She knew one other name in the group: Felix Doug. The two others she’d either never met or never cared to notice before, the latter being most likely. 

She left the half-finished bowl on the table in front of her, leaving the kitchen and heading down to her room to change; a skirt was hardly going to do her any favours, and neither was half the jewelry she had on. By the time she’d changed the speaker systems were buzzing again, calling out the same names and giving a fifteen minute warning. She assumed the rest of them would already be there – a fifteen minute warning announcement usually meant you need to be here in five. But as she passed one of the several common room areas in the maze of underground rooms, she spotted Felix, sat holding a comic, not looking like he was about to move at all. 

Lana slowed her pace and swung right into the room, coming to a stop a foot or so away from him, arms folded. “Don’t you think you should be getting somewhere?”

[felixdoug]

His heart beat unnaturally beneath his rib cage, and when he heard her voice he squeezed the comic in sweaty palms, mouth twisting into a miserable arch. “Fuck off.” He said, followed by a string of curse words muttered beneath his breath. The boy lowered his head, throwing down the comic so that he could knot his fingers into messy curls . “I don’t wanna do this.”  They could have asked for someone else. Anyone else. He’d been fine with sitting here and reading (poorly) comic books. It wasn’t bullets that he was afraid of -- or whatever -- it was the thought of getting caught that worried him. He couldn’t go through that again.

[felixdoug]

Felix heard his name being called over the comm, a long with a few others; the realisation that in thirty minutes he was going to have to head to the extraction point, to go for a high-risk equipment run, made his fingers curl around the comic he held. He looked down. “Bastards, bastards.”

[taskafaliblog-deactivated201903]

[drownedintofiction]

[felixdoug]

    ALL THE STUFF BEFORE THIS POST IS SHIT DON’T READ IT

[lanaxstewart]

"Look, it’s not my fault you got three nosebleeds in a row — maybe you should just stop being incredibly fucking irritating.”

[felixdoug]

"Fuckin' liar." Felix wiped his nose. "And I ain't even doin' anythin, I'm just lyin' here on the sofa. Piss off unless you want somethin', yeah?"

[dream-weaver-avery-deactivated2]

Avery couldn’t help but give everybody a chance or two or three. Sometimes that put her in situations that made her uncomfortable, like she was now. But her need to be liked over rode her need to be comfortable, so much so to the point that if she couldn’t get somebody to like her it made her nauseous. It was a horrible trait, but that was how she’d always been. She nodded in agreement at his statement. “Yeah, I guess that’s why my parents do what they do.” She shrugged and fidgeted with her necklace as they walked. He didn’t talk much as they walked, but that just gave her time to think about just how she was going to go about with what she’d offered. “Home sweet home.” She said with a shrug as she opened the door and walked inside, holding the door as she waited for him to follow. “I said I was going to, didn’t I? You’ll just have to be a little patient with me since I don’t really know what I’m doing.” She gave him a hopeful smile. “Felix, I like it. I’m Avery.”

[felixdoug]

"Yeah? What do your parents do, then?" Felix asked. He had parents too, of course, but he didn't know them, and couldn't remember them; he didn't even know where they were, or if they'd had more children after him. That'd mean Felix had siblings. He'd initially assumed that they were still in England, Loughton, but he'd checked and there'd been no sign of a family by the name of Doug living there. For all he knew, Doug wasn't even his real surname -- everything he knew now was because of his captors, after all. Thinking about the people who'd done experiments on him made the scar around his neck itch, and he tugged on the collar of his shirt to rub a finger along it. His eyes lifted from his feet to the dorm room; it was all sickeningly nice looking inside, and his top lip curled a bit. "Yeah, I was listenin' when you said you'd never done anythin' sexual before. S'alright though, I can be patient, even tell you what to do, so long as I get it sucked." He stepped into her room, and spoke whilst he eased off his jacket and threw it down onto her bed. He locked eyes with her eventually. "Avery, cool, whatever, less using your mouth for introductions and more for sliding my dong into your talk-hole, yeah?" His hands went to his belt buckle, where he unbuckled it and began to slide it from its holsters. He flung that onto the bed too, and then unbuttoned his jeans, but that was all. He wanted her to do the rest.

[dream-weaver-avery-deactivated2]

Avery kept her eyes trained on his face, studying him a bit. He was really rather good looking, it was really a shame that his personality was so off putting. But she couldn’t judge him, she knew that some of the other mutants had been through hell before coming to Morgana’s so there was probably a reason for his behavior. She hoped that maybe if she could loosen up a bit and show him some kindness that maybe he wouldn’t be so rough with her. It was only a matter of time. She shrugged a bit at his admission. “If we’re being honest I think everybody is a bit of a twat sometimes.” She offered. When she noticed the way his eyes went from her face to her chest a blush spread from her face down her neck and across her decolletage. She offered him a small smile. “I just like to make people happy.” She shrugged and gave a little nod. “I would hope you don’t know where it is, that might be a little weird.” She teased as she turned and started back toward the dorms, turning his assurance over in her head. “I really hope I do.”

[felixdoug]

Felix's personality had been born from the circumstance he'd grown up in: neglect, violence, and even pornography, it'd all tampered with his mind. Sometimes, mostly when he was with Ash, he questioned if his thoughts and actions were moral, but since this was all he'd ever known, he was expected to act no other way. Put simply, the boy was just confused. His moral compass didn't exactly point north; it was broken, but he hadn't broken it himself. When she agreed that everybody could be a bit of twat sometimes, the tiniest of smiles made its way to his lips, turning up the corners ever so slightly. "Yeah," he said, "too many cunts in this world." They walked, and Felix sunk his hands deep into his jeans pockets. He'd taken to watching her as she guided the both of them to her dorm room, but by the time they got to the door, his previous smile had all but vanished again, and he was back to looking glum and sour. Maybe that was just his resting face. "This it? Because if you're gonna suck me off then you do it now, yeah? And you will like it. There ain't no hope about it. New experiences and all that shit. Promise." He paused. "I'm Felix, by the way."

[ariana-callaghan]

"Ahh. That makes better sense than just skipping the class altogether and yet you still somehow managed to go up a grade." Ariana shook her head, holding a hand out for him to wait before pulling her bag open, rifling through it and handing him a dvd. "I had my sister buy me a copy of Rebel Without a Cause so I could give it to one of my teachers, but I will lend it to you first. That way you can know who James Dean is."

[felixdoug]

"Somehow don't see that happenin'. I ain't liked here, by any of the teachers-- they wouldn't do me no favours ever." He said, adding in, "I even get to do tests on a laptop, cos my handwriting is so shit." A frown marred his brows as he recalled how his handwriting had been compared to that of a five year olds at one point. When she produced a DVD, he eyed it. "Why the fuck would you give something like this to a teacher?" He took it from her.

[ariana-callaghan]

"I’m pretty sure that you’re not allowed to graduate or even go up a grade without taking some type of history credit." Ariana pointed out, choosing to ignore his look. "Seriously?" She stared at him. "Rebel Without a Cause? East of Eden? Died tragically at the age of twenty four? You don’t know who James Dean is?"

[felixdoug]

Felix shrugged. "So I won't graduate then. I don't take it. I get-- what the fuck do they call it, leeway? 'Cos of my circumstance or some shit." He folded his arms. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about right now. I don't know about many famous people to be honest. Didn't have the means to find out about them when I was younger."

[dream-weaver-avery-deactivated2]

Avery’s brows shot up at his threat. Never in her life had she been hit, her parents hadn’t even spanked her as a child so she wasn’t looking for to possibly being punched by somebody. But there as a voice in the back of her head telling her to put her brave face on so she did just that. “Fair enough.” She murmured, hoping that it never actually happened. “Sorry, I’m just a naturally happy person.” She said softly, trying not to smile as much. Her nose scrunched at his groan and she decided to play along. “Guess that makes me a bit of a twat then.” She said with a shrug. His question made her panic a bit inside, but she managed to not let it show. She really hadn’t wanted to do anything with him, but if that was what would keep him from talking then she would buck up and do it. “And anything else you want me to do.” Big promises coming from such a little girl. She grinned. “I don’t have a roommate so we could go to my room. Unless you’d rather do this in yours.”

[felixdoug]

Felix's thoughts kept going back to Ash; he thought, she wouldn't like that, me punching people. But then his thoughts turned to Lana, and he had to convince himself that it was Lana's advice that was the better option. After all, it was Lana he'd seen more of these past few weeks. He didn't even know where Ash was any more, or even if she was still at the school; they'd not spoken since the kiss, and a part of him felt that her absence was his fault. He pushed all of those thoughts from his mind, to focus again on the girl before him, but despite his efforts he couldn't shake away the sudden feeling of impending loneliness. "S'alright, actually." He cleared his throat, "I'm a bit of a twat too." His eyes briefly lit up at her offering, and they dropped to her breasts before returning to her face. "Fucking hell, I only asked about my dick going into your mouth, and you're offerin' to do more? Maybe you're not such a cunt after all." The latter part of his statement was a consideration. "Alright then, let's go to your room. I don't know where it is so you'll have to lead me there, and hey, you'll like it, don't worry." He was smirking again.