mutant & not proud

"just tell me there's coffee. " henry mccoy - 24 - blue and fuzzy

[pyrokinctic]

   john smirks, rolling his eyes.  “ well, not your biggest fan.  stop feeling so bad for yourself.  life ain’t that bad. ”  he chuckles now, pulling his arm back, then turns to look at hank face to face.  john’s probably a little too close, but he likes making hank a little nervous.  “ maybe i’m just as bad of a guy as everyone thinks.  maybe you just like bad guys, hank. ”

[notyourbozo]

 they’re close, hank can look into john’s eyes and nearly count every single one of his eyelashes if this had been anything more than it was, he might’ve waned some poetic shit about them. his eyes flick down to john’s lips for a moment before they go back up to his eyes. “ maybe you’re just not seeing the whole picture. maybe i just have a thing for flames. “

[spxrkplxg]

“Uh- the first memory of using them, I’m not quite sure. My first memory of them was after I came out of the Terrigen Mist. Every cell in my body had a different electrical charge and it honestly just felt like I was burning from the inside out.”

[notyourbozo]

   “ And that mist, what was it like? I wonder if I could replicate it somehow, “ he was writing faster now. “ Burning from the inside out? Is that a constant feeling? “

[notyourbozo]

text to bobby

bobby: i'm not seeing warren. we're just friends... with benefits. and he's straight.

bobby: it's purely sexual with him. he's too in love with himself to date anybody.

hank: that sounds more complicated then it is.

[esconnor]

“i also have mad decoration skills, admit it. AIs aren’t real people so it wouldn’t be the same as Frankenstein. and you should never ever, under any circumstance, build a robot with Tony.” 

[notyourbozo]

“ i don’t know, i prefer grey a lot more. why? besides the clear fact that tony is absolutely a mad scientist and i’m not quite there yet. “

[secretpaid]

                   “ EXCUSE ME? My problems are your problems. That’s how things work. Especially when my problems could be  e v e r y o n e ‘ s  problem.”

[notyourbozo]

    “ is that suppose to be a two-way street? because last time i checked, you don’t give a shit about my problems, warren. you know what the real problem is right now? the fact that there’s literally some mutant or something terrorizing the city, not your water. “

[pyrokinctic]

   john winced just a little at the prick of needle through his skin, but the discomfort passes quickly enough.  “ i wasn’t.  i’m not the one who has ten weird self worth crises a day.  besides, i don’t actually hate you; you’re decent enough company. ”  he watches as hank draws the blood.  “ you didn’t seem too hesitant to call me. ”

[notyourbozo]

  “ am i? i'm not idealistic and harsh as your usual company, so i figured you weren’t my biggest fan. “ the sarcasm rolls easily out of hank’s mouth as he focuses on taking blood before careful taking out the needle, covering the small mark with a cotton patch. “ i wasn’t. guess you’re not as bad of a guy as you like to believe, john. “

[pyrokinctic]

john snorts under his breath, starting to roll up his sleeve before deciding better of it just for the sake of being an asshole.  he tugs the shirt up over his head, tosses it onto one of the empty tables and its down, extending his arm.  “ yeah, you must have had trouble finding a mutant in a school like this. ”

[notyourbozo]

“ i need outside dna, it’s hard to explain. “ hank turned back, needle in one hand as he slowly and not at all subtly took in shirtless john. it wasn’t new persay, but damn, it was something that hank liked. he carefully held his wrist, going through the procedure before inserting the needle. “ you didn’t seem too hesitant to come here. “

[pyrokinctic]

   “ no, you’re not crazy.  you’re a fuckin’ cliche.  you and bobby have some beauty & the beast shit going on, and you want him to actually want you now.  i fucking get it.  you don’t have to beg to get anything, alright?  but you can’t make bobby want to fuck you if you’re big and blue.  either he does or he doesn’t, and you have to figure out what the fuck you wanna do about it.  therapy session over.  though, maybe i’m not the person to take advice from.  i’m the king of fucking things up with bobby. ”

[notyourbozo]

hank sighed, turning back to his needles and labwork. “ let’s move along, if you really are here to help, sit down and roll up your sleeve. i’m working on things and i need some healthy mutant dna, that isn’t bobby or jean. “ he ordered. 

[pyrokinctic]

    “ jesus, hank.  please don’t make me give you some sort of empowering self-love speech.  i’ll probably break out in hives.  first of all, i had no fuckin’ clue you two had a thing until after we hooked up.  second, don’t be gross and let people revenge fuck you.  i’m sorry bobby was fucking warren, but i don’t really get the big deal.  i’m sure you guys can still do the white picket fence mutant dream.  genetically engineered fuzzy ice babies or whatever shit you dream about.” 

[notyourbozo]

“ am i crazy, john, for wanting someone who wants me with or without my mutation? is it weird to be jealous that bobby has all these people fauning over him and i have to beg someone who hates me just to get a kiss? you’re welcome to leave, you don’t have to play therapist. “

[pyrokinctic]

    “ you talking about us?  well, i didn’t trip and fall on your dick, if that’s what you’re asking.  i don’t really fuck on accident. ”

[notyourbozo]

“ i figured it was some revenge thing against bobby, you two always dancing around each other. people don’t want to fuck me just to fuck me, john. “

[pyrokinctic]

   “ nah.  lucky for you, bobby and i don’t really talk about who we’re  f u c k i n g. ”

[notyourbozo]

“ that was once, an accident, right? “ 

[ncvarocket]

“Well, someone’s a little moody.”

[notyourbozo]

“ i have about six different people emailing me at the moment, and a professor to reassure that everything is fine. you’d be moody too. “

[notyourbozo]

text to bobby

bobby: we never talked about being exclusive, hank. we went on one date.

hank: it just makes it hard to believe you like me so much when you're seeing warren.

[esconnor]

“i’ll make my bedroom your favorite place. you could light it on fire while trying to make it living. you’d need lightning to bring it to life, right? lincoln could help with that.” 

[notyourbozo]

“ i think i’d only like your bedroom because you’d be in it. maybe, or maybe if i just added an AI to it, but then i’d possibly have to call tony for that and neither of us wants that. “

[leoandcassidy-blog]

Too late. Alex smirked up at Hank. “If you wanted me to see your junk, buy me dinner first, big guy,” he taunted, reaching out and slapping the other guy on the shoulder.

[notyourbozo]

“ they’re old photos, i was trying to send them--” hank stuttered, if you could see beneath the fur he would’ve been bright red. “ i didn’t intend for you to see them so i’m not asking you out to dinner. “

[waspstingcr]

@notyourbozo

   “ can i tell you a secret about women, doctor mccoy?  gawking at their genetic makeup or whatever, that might freak them out a little.  it’s a real honor to meet you though.  janet van dyne. ”

[notyourbozo]

“ huh? oh, sorry, raven and jean never seem to mind it that much and they’re mostly who i spend time with, uh, hank mccoy. pleasure to meet you. “ 

[spxrkplxg]

“First memory? Alright, uh…” he trailed off for a moment as he thought about it. “First memory is probably the first time I broke my arm. I was maybe… six? Fell off a slide.”

[notyourbozo]

“ interesting,” hank mumbled, scribbling it down on his notebook. “ and your first memory of using your abilities?”