trovatelo qualcuno che vi sentire così,
come in questa foto.
trovate chi vi sa prendere e poi chi sa prendere il mondo vostro, che a capovolgerlo è un attimo.
trovate chi dentro un cielo viola ci vede tutti i colori,colori che sono stati uniti per farlo uscire così profondo.
non trovate chi vi fa sentire al settimo cielo o in paradiso, ma trovate chi il cielo se lo porta dentro, chi ha il sole negli occhi e chi la pioggia se la fa portare via dal vento.
trovate qualcuno che vi sentire così,
come in questa foto.
Christian Louboutin popularised the red bottoms and it seems now that more and more footwear is becoming colour-centric. We certainly are living in interesting times. It’s easy to put your best foot forward when they can now come in a plethora of colours. Words: www.anthonybila.tumblr.com
“No Promises” - Charles Xavier x Student Reader Imagine
Hello again, This is one of the Charles x reader requests i received, there will be a part two if this that another non requested as smut so I’ll link this to the top of the smut post when it comes. Hope you enjoy this and as always please leave feedback and more requests in my ask box :)
*Female Student Reader
*NSFW points, but not much ;)
Charles had found you your first
year of university, you had been sitting in a corner of you university library
when he had waltzed over and taken the seat in front of you. Sitting there, his
beautiful blue eyes focused solely on you, with his hands laced gently together
in front of him he leaned forward and revealed who he was and why he was there.
Less than six months later and you were happily living at the mansion Charles
had brought you too. How could you have said no too him after he explained he
knew of your ability to teleport and then showed you his, speaking into your
mind and then blushing a little when he began to read it and found out you had
only heard half of what he had said, the rest being dulled by your detailed
study of his face and “gorgeous eyes” as your thoughts had put it. Since then
you had made it your mission while you stayed at the school to finish your
degree to flirt and fluster the handsome professor at every possible
opportunity. You did everything you could think of to entice your tutor to give
you some sort of sign he felt the same way you did, and you didn’t keep your
feelings to yourself, why would you; he’s a telepath, he could tell what you
were thinking anyway. But every time you made an outright advance at him, he
would just push you away.
When you first arrived, it was like
he took you under his wing, always sitting fairly close to you when helping you
study but he soon moved further away when you were sat in his office one day,
him explaining the opinion of the author you were studying when you turned to
“You’ve got lovely eyes professor” you
almost whispered, he was so close. The professor’s cheeks tinted a light pink
at your remark and the closeness with which your faces were.
you y/n, but that’s not the kind of thing you should say to your teacher.” He had managed to stutter out before looking
back down at the paper and moving himself slightly away from you. You didn’t know
how to react immediately. After mumbling out a quiet apology you both got back
Unidentified by you, Charles had
loved you from the moment he met you. The first time he had looked through your
mind, not only had he saw what you thought of him but he saw who you were, how
kind you were to other people and how you seemed to only use your abilities for
fun and when your alarm didn’t wake you up in time for your morning lecture.
And he had only fallen more in love with you with every passing day you were in
each other’s company. But it was wrong, so wrong. He was your professor; he shouldn’t
feel this way about you. True you weren’t that much younger than him but still,
he was your professor. And what made it
worse was that you seemed to take no notice what so ever of him denying you, in
fact you seemed to revel in it, taking every opportunity you had to fluster and
He was teaching a class, you of
coarse taking a seat at the front wearing the shortest skirt imaginable, and
when he had turned around to address the class again after writing something on
the board, you slowly spread your legs apart to reveal your lacy white
underwear just to the professor, just for the professor. He choked on his own
breath as he caught sight of the small wet patch the had formed in your
underwear, just hearing his smooth deep voice talk for the past hour. He
covered it up as best he could and carried on with the lecture as you smirked
and crossed your legs again still showing enough of your thighs to distract him
every now and again. Then there were the times when you would knock on his
office door only to teleport into his office and sit on his desk as he reached
the door to answer it. Him turning to see you in your cute little outfits
perched on his desk smirking at him as you swung your legs from side to side
your feet not quite reaching the floor. He would always compose himself and see
you out of his office, only to have to loosen his tie and occasionally his
trousers when the door was closed.
But after all of these months of
constantly teasing Charles and getting nowhere you decided to have some real
fun for a change Your best friend, Jean, had mentioned there was a beach party
tonight by the lake near the mansion and with not much convincing she persuaded
you to go with her and the rest of the gang. So that evening you changed into
an alluring deep burgundy two piece that showed off all your best assets,
slipped on a pair of denim shorts and a loose top over the top and teleported
yourself and everyone else to the lake. Scott and Peter dragged Kurt off immediately
to go and get drinks, Jubilee ran off to go and say hello to people, whilst you
and Jean set up the towels and Ororo tuned in the radio.
The night went on and Jubilee had introduced
you to some of the guys she knew that had invited her, Scott having dragged
Jean off somewhere as soon as he had seen the muscled men approach both of you.
You dragged both men over to where everyone was dancing and pulled them towards
sandwiching yourself between them before dancing with both of them. Hoots and
wolf whistles came from everyone as you began dancing the night away with the
two guys and the rest of your friends. At the end of the night you said goodbye
to everyone and teleported you and the other mutants back to the mansion, where
you all snuck back to your respective rooms.
The next morning as you left the
library to go to training Charles pulled you aside into his office.
“Don’t think I don’t know where you all went
last night” he steamed, approaching you.
“Oh really Professor? And what are you going
to do about it, we were only having a little fun!” you countered, lowering
your voice slightly and stepping closer to him,smirking, challenging his stance.
But Charles was having none of it, he seemed genuinely angry.
“Stop this now Y/N! This is not laughing
matter, anything could have happened to you!”
“To any of us” you interrupted
“Yes to any of you! But you can’t keep doing
this any of this, not just the running about behind my back, the flirting, the
touching and your thoughts!!” Charles was practically red in the face now
as he paced up and down his office.
“And what do you want me to do with my
thoughts Professor?! I can’t help how I feel about you, not since I first saw
you! And you just want me to turn these feelings off, how about you just stop trespassing
on my mind!” You screamed back at him, getting angrier yourself by the
second as he had the audacity to tell you not to think so loudly. Charles stood
there shocked for a moment that you had yelled back.
“ I can’t, I can’t I’ve tried so hard not to
see into your mind. But theres no way to shut it off, you think so loudly and
visually about me that I cant ignore it and its wrong” He finished his
sentence in almost a whisper, bringing his hands up to his face and wiping them
up and down to bring him back to reality.
“Charles” you got up from the desk and
stood in front of him, “You’re the only one who thinks this is wrong, I’m not a
child and you’re not an old man, and I love you” you said confidently, looking
deep into his eyes in an effort to convince him. Charles couldn’t take it
anymore, He loved you just as you loved him, he had the moment he first peered
into your mind. It was brilliant, you were brilliant and smart, and funny and
he thought you were gorgeous.
“I love you” Charles whispered, eyes
almost watering as he leaned closer to you, foreheads pressed against one
another, bringing his hand up to your cheek and pulling you in for the softest
kiss you had ever had. You lips moved completely in sync, his hand moving round
to the back of your neck to pull you in closer if that was possible, whilst
tilting his head slightly, tongue poking out to stroke against your lower lip
asking for entrance which you gladly gave. The kiss went on for what seemed
like forever, neither of you wanting to break apart for fear of the other
regretting it. When you finally did break for air he kept you close and
whispered, “I love you, I always have and
I always will, but for god’s sake stop teasing me in front of everyone, there
is only so much a man can take” he giggled, his arms now wrapped around
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