skin tone heels


Those marks above Alan’s head always seemed to shadow him. No matter what he did, there would always be four others who had been marked against before, four brothers who had been that age, been that height, been there, done that. He would never exactly equal any of them, but he set his aspirations high.

The day he measured himself up against the kitchen wall and realised he was a whole inch taller than Gordon, he was satisfied. He might never match the others in height, but at least he wasn’t the shortest.

Gordon didn’t find it as satisfying, strangely.

laylaanne I’m filling that prompt, kinda, with a drabble and companion art pieces! It’s not all the boys, but I was having a connection with Alan today. 


A/N: Hello there, this is my first fan fiction on Tumblr, I do have some stories on websites like Wattpad. This is the first part of I think should be two, it is slow but will pick up, hopefully in the next part.

Summery: Y/N is a mutant that has the power to control people by singing, so Cyclopes and  Storm try and recruit her but things don’t exactly the way they plan so Charles gets Logan to try an recruit her.

Word Count: 1582

Warnings: Swearing, nothing too major.

Your name: submit What is this?

You walked onto the small stage in the grubby little bar. It was the same bar you sang at every Thursday night. You stayed at the same bar until something bad would happen, even a small bar fight, but then again you were normally the reason they started. It wasn’t for the fact that you wanted to watch men fight over you, it was because you knew someone in the crowd was going to approach you about you mutation, offering you a job, trying to get you to side with them, even threaten you.

“Hi everyone, your those who do not know me my name is Y/N.” You smiled fake smile at the distracted audience, you listened to the intro and started to sing when the cue came. You sang a different artist every night, you didn’t write your own songs, you only sung covers. You started to zone out, but then someone’s thought caught your intention, when singing you could hear people’s thoughts and  control them, it was your mutation.

I wonder why Xavier wanted us to recruit this girl so much. 

Keep reading