teleport right there

The Superstars looking at this ramp like:
  • Undertaker: ...y'all know I can't actually teleport, right?
  • Brock: dammit, those steroids caught up to me.
  • Goldberg: now I'm not even THIS extra.
  • Carmella: I wonder if I could moonwalk down this whole ramp..
  • AJ: .....I DON'T WANT NONE.
  • Dean: Can someone call me an uber for this?
  • Naomi: there enough glow for this ramp?
“Carl, I looked over your latest scene, and I have some, uh... card continuity questions.”

Carl the Animator: “You mean cardtinuity questions?”

Ted the Animator: “…no. Because that pun barely even works.”

Carl the Animator: “Awww.”

Ted the Animator: “So, Shag and Scoob are pretending to be playing poker… they each have 5 cards, and there are two big piles of blue chips.”

Carl the Animator: “You forgot to note they have super stylish outfits, too.”

Ted the Animator: “It cuts to a reverse shot, where the zombie walks up and takes Shaggy’s card… and he only has 3 cards now? And there’s a big pile of red chips on the table, too?”

Carl the Animator: “Yup!”

Ted the Animator: “Then, in the closeup of the table, everything is laid out completely differently, and now there are white chips, too?”

Carl the Animator: “Yup!”

Ted the Animator: “Plus, I have to wonder how the top card’s back got to be solid green with a black rectangle, ‘cause the rest of the cards beneath…”

Ted the Animator: “…are all green with a thick white border.

Carl the Animator: “Yup!”

Ted the Animator: “And– and– and then we see Shaggy’s hard again, and the Ace of Clubs became an Ace of Spades, the Ace of Hearts teleported randomly to the right, two 7s appeared entirely out of nowhere, all but one pile of poker chips have disappeared, and there’s no sign of the white or red chips whatsoever!!!

Carl the Animator: “Breathe, Ted, breathe!”

Ted the Animator: “…what… what happened to the continuity, Carl?”

Carl the Animator: “Well… really…”

Ted the Animator: “…?”

Carl the Animator: “…I just didn’t care.

Ted the Animator: “…oh.”

Carl the Animator: “You should try it some time, it’s fun.”

anonymous asked:

May I request some reaper x reader where the reader is very timid/small and speaks softly but reaper always takes his time to listen to them and gets mad at people who ignore the reader?

Aww some cute Reaper to get my feels going. Hope you enjoy, apologies again for the long wait.


He just found you unbelievably adorable

  • Sometimes he hated himself for finding you quite so adorable
  • It could get quite inconvenient at times
  • If he saw you scuttling past his office during the day, he’d have to walk out to you
  • And just hug you
  • It had become a routine of sorts
  • He couldn’t stop himself, whether he was busy or not, that hug came first

When you all went to a bar or pub after work, he’d always sit next you

  • An arm draped over your shoulders 
  • Or, if he’s in a bit of a mischeivous mood, he’ll insist you sit on his lap
  • The others are used to it by now anyway
  • When you tried to add to the conversation, which was rare, you instantly had Reaper’s attention
  • He knew that anything you said was always completely worth saying or you wouldn’t bother

So when the louder members of the group didn’t listen, boy, would he get mad

  • *cough* Sombra and Torbjörn *cough*
  • They didn’t mean to, but it still fired him up like you wouldn’t believe
  • He would silence them by teleporting right in front of their face
  • With a glare so piercing they would have to jump backwards slightly
  • “I believe Y/N was talking, actually.”
  • Voice sinfully low-toned
  • You couldn’t hold back your tiny smirk
“Ok, I’m panning the background... just a couple more frames– hey, wait!”

Carl the Animator: “What?”

Ted the Animator: “You never added in the layer with the wall and treasure chest! It’s missing!”

Carl the Animator: “Chill, I got this. I’ll drop it in now.”

Ted the Animator: “We’re already panned past that point! It’ll just teleport in at the right side of the screen.”

Carl the Animator: “Nahhhh, it’ll be fine.”

Carl the Animator: “There. Good as new.”

Ted the Animator: “…it very definitely teleports in.”

Carl the Animator: “Maybe, but if a treasure chest falls in the cave, and no kids pay attention to see it, does it make a sound?”

Ted the Animator: “I think you’re mixing your metaphors a little, but… yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Carl the Animator: “I’ve always been told I have a way with words. Not a good one, mind you, but definitely a way.”

Little One - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by namelessmasha

Words: 1891
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: fighting?
Requested by anon.
Could you write one where the reader is the youngest of the avengers, so they treat the reader like their baby sibling. They get especially protective when Pietro pops up and starts showing interest in the reader ??
A/n: I really love this request, just, it’d be so cool. Honestly though, just protective Tony and Thor, I love it.

You were sitting on your bed reading your favorite book, minding your own business. Nothing was really going on that involved your help. You’re sure that there was probably some meeting going on in the facility, you just weren’t needed. So you had time to yourself, like you do everyday.

Sometimes you don’t get told when part of the team is going on a mission. They sometimes don’t want you to go out in fear that you’ll be hurt. Which you always reply with “Have you even seen my abilities?” And you usually get the reply of “You’ve barely even grown into them!”

One of the biggest cons of being the youngest- at merely almost twenty years old.

From time to time, being the youngest of the avengers- at nineteen- really rocked. You got what you wanted and were able to do whatever the hell you felt like. You were treated as the little sibling everyone loved and it was hard to get mad at you- even if you did cause trouble from time to time. But sometimes, it really sucked. You’d be called the ‘little one’ even though, you were turning twenty in less than a month. But no matter how old you are, you’ll always be the youngest of the group.

You were brought out of your daydreams when you heard someone outside of your room. “What is in there?” Was heard. What a weird accent.

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anonymous asked:

Howdy!~ How about UT & UF Sans & US & SF Pap in a car and they're in the back while somebody else is driving and the crush falls asleep on their shoulder and then the car takes a sharp turn and the crush just falls into said skelly's lap. Instead of waking up, the crush just curld up into the lap and smile and say the skele's name? In a sweet, "I trust you" way. Sorry if its long!! Thanks in advance♡

So sorry for not getting these done sooner! I wanted to turn them into more than short headcanons though. I also broke this up into two parts, I’ll be posting the Papyrus ones later.

Asked by @hoot-eggs before I moved the blog


He hated going places where he couldn’t teleport back and forth to. And as he was looking out the car window and watching the street lights fly by, that was the only thing he could think about. Traveling exhausted him more than anything. But ironically enough he was always too motion sick to sleep in cars. So this was what he had to resort to. Watching the country side and city lights exchange each other, back and forth.

He felt something bump on his shoulder after about an hour of driving. And he knew that it was you even before he turned his head. But he looked over anyways, just to see your cute sleepy face. How you could sleep on his bony shoulder, he had no idea. But you were happily snoring away anyway. Completely unaware of how much you were making him blush just by this unconscious action. He liked watching you sleep like this. You looked so peaceful. And he felt calmer with you near him. He leaned back again and continued watching the highway swoosh by. The people in the front were having a discussion of some sort, but he couldn’t hear them over the engine. The rhythmic humming of the car driving, mixed with the conversation spoken in soft words too low for him to hear was making him sleepy. And even though he didn’t want to close his eyes for long, he thought that maybe he should get some rest at least. He’d just… close them for a few minutes…

The car jolted and his eyes flew open as he sat straight up. He felt disoriented and adrenaline was already rushing through him. But no one else seemed to mind the sudden turn and he felt himself relax into the seat again.

Something was weighing his legs down, though. He looked down and found your head in his lap, a blissful expression on your face as you cuddled closer to him. That position did not look comfortable, and he wasn’t sure whether to let you be or move you upright. Before he could make this decision, you pressed yourself closer to him. ‘’Sans-’’, you said in a soft, sleepy voice, and adjusted your body to get more comfortable. By now he was sure that you had to be awake to some degree. And his name said in your sleepy voice made butterflies appear in his figurative stomach. He smiled and ruffled your hair a bit, leaning back. Keeping his hand on your head he played with your hair and felt you exhale as you sank deeper onto him when you fell back asleep. He looked out the window again, he could see the city edge at the horizon now. And he knew that you’d all be home soon. But despite this, he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the glass. He kept playing with your hair as he drifted off to sleep again.


Keeping his eyes trained on the outside world, he did his best to ignore your sleeping form. He hated car rides. That’s why he had his teleporting abilities, right? So he wouldn’t have to live through things like this. But when it came to greater distances, he’d admit himself that his power was useless. And that’s why he was now stuck in this stupid thing. With you so painfully and tauntingly close.

When you started your journey, you’d been sitting at an okay distance from him. But after a while he’d felt your legs rubbing against his as you sought for a comfortable sleeping position. Another ten minutes and you’d given up. Deciding to lean your head against his shoulder. He’d tensed up, and for a couple of minutes he swore that he had forgotten how breathing worked, and that is was a thing he should do. He’d tried desperately to ignore it. But even while sleeping, you were incredibly distracting to him.

So here he was. Sitting as still as he possibly could while looking out the window. Your head was on his shoulder, and your arms wrapped around one of his. Once the initial shock and fluster of having you so close had melted away, he found himself enjoying it. He felt calm, and safe. Like he could protect you from anything, and that was comforting to him. He sank down in his seat a little, matching his breathing to your quiet snores. The engine mixed with your heartbeat lulled him into a hazy daze. And his eyes slipped shut as he put his arm around you and pulled you closer. He was fast asleep even before it came to rest on your waist.

His head banged against something and he startled awake. He was still in the godforsaken car, and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. He could hear Papyrus swear from the driver’s seat. Something about a car not staying in their lane and blocking his way. Sans thought it best not to ask, he didn’t really care what had happened anywayt. He noticed that your head wasn’t on his shoulder and his hand was resting on the seat next to him. You were sprawled out across the backseat. One leg on the floor and the other tucked underneath you. Your head was resting on his lap. Way closer than he would’ve liked it to be considering the circumstances, but he wasn’t going to start complaining about having you close. You mumbled something, still half asleep.

‘’Sans-’’, you said softly, and gripped his shirt. You pressed your face against him, and he swore that he could see the moment you fell back asleep. His heart still fluttered from your words. The way you’d said his name. It sounded like you trusted him. Like you knew that he’d do anything to keep you safe. He chastised himself for letting his thoughts turn into daydreams, especially while having you basically sleeping on top of him. His smile pulled down into a frown. But when he looked down at you, he couldn’t even bring himself to feel anger towards himself. He leaned his head back instead, and put an arm on your back to keep you from falling down. He didn’t want to go back to sleep, he had to make sure no sharp turns would hurt you. His fingers splayed out and he traced patterns on your back, infinitely glad that you were asleep and wouldn’t remember this. It gave him time to reflect.

He looked out the window and saw the sun setting. Just a few more hours and you’d be home. He should enjoy this while it lasted.

Found out just now

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

Through all years of your training, The Ancient One was your main teacher. She was the one who found you wandering on the streets of Kathmandu, when you were barely ten years old, with no family, nor safe place to stay. She taught you everything she knew, and told you everything. You were like a daughter to her, and she was like a mother to you. It was safe to say that you loved her more than anything and anyone in the whole wide universe. Also, every time when an entire new student appeared, you were the one who stood by the Ancient One’s side through all his learning.
Yet, you found yourself instantly disliking Stephen Strange, the moment your teacher agreed to finally let him into the Kamar-Taj. To you, he was just like Kaecelius, maybe a little more narrow-minded. You were cold toward him, and told him to leave every time you had an occasion. You didn’t want another person stealing your “mother’s” attention and breaking her heart again, just like Kaecelius did.

To be honest, you were shocked when Strange haven’t reacted to your insults in offended way, nor he got angry at you. Instead he tried harder on his studies, becoming a great sorcerer in practically no time. He also tried to talk with you, nervousness radiating from his body with his every try, which was weird for him. You didn’t knew why he tried so hard for you approving him being in Kamar-Taj, but yet you found it harder to dislike him with his every try, even though you tried to not to show it.

When The Ancient One died, you were the one who broke down first, clinging to Stephen like a child, crying in his embrace like never before, not letting him go for a long time, not caring about the world anymore.
It took exactly one Stephen Strange and the sight of the world destruction to get you back to your path, and help him and Mordo fight your old friend, Kaecelius and his new master Dormamu. Thought when everything ended, you left Kamar-Taj with not as much as a mere goodbye.
You wanted to retire, leave mystic arts behind you, and leave world for someone who can find the will to fight for it. But apparently, universe got a better plans for you. It manifested itself in the form of a girl, not very younger than you, who called herself Wanda Maximoff, and she also ham magic, but hers was not because of learning mystics arts, but a mutation. You were shocked when you heard it, shocked and interested at the same time. She was the reason why you became the part of the Avengers, even though you promised yourself to not to be a part of such a group. Yet, you found yourself enjoying the time you spend with the team, becoming friends with them almost instantly. You didn’t know anything about them, taking that you spend whole your life in Kamar-Taj, not really caring about the politics and events that took place on the world, never thinking that you would need such a knowledge ever in your life.
At the beginning of your living with them though, you weren’t convinced to become so called “hero”, but you changed your mind when you meet the infamous “Winter Soldier”. The mentally devastated man who lived through Word War, got himself experimented at, and made so much evil in his life, that you found yourself wanting to help him. And yet when you two meet, you greeted him with a handshake and smile on your face, blurted out the first thing that came in your mind, and that was “You look more like hobo, than killing machine Wanda told me about.” At first he looked offended, then in his eyes you were able to see that you hurt his feelings, but before you were able to apologize, which you centrally didn’t even planned to do, man smiled and greeted you too.
“Why don’t you go back to your Tibet Xiaolin?” Your jaw dropped at that. How could he? As an answer to that, you quickly took your slide rind and teleported him right to the said monastery, at the same time teaching him, that it was in China and not Tibet. Who could have guessed that such an old man was such an ignorant ass?
When he did got back, he was so astonished with your magic, that he almost begged you to show him more. That’s how the two of you became friends in almost no time, not counting the two weeks he took to come back from China.

You and Stephen Strange meet again almost year after the death of Ancient One and fight with Kaecelius. He teleported himself to Avengers headquarters after Tony’s invitation. He was happy to see you, and you after such long time of not seeing another sorcerer found yourself hugging him, only then realizing how you missed his presence and personality. Yet it didn’t last long.

“Long time no see, Strange.” He also hugged you, his hands covered with yellow gloves shaking slightly against your back.
“It’s Doctor Strange… or Sorcerer Supreme now.” At those words you backed form him, your eyes wide open, gleaming from already forming tears. He was it in an instant and wanted to explain himself while his cape smacked him on the face, but someone got in his way. To be exact, it was Bucky, hugging you. Strange’s heart stopped for a moment when he was you in arms of a man other than himself.
“Are you ok, doll?”
“yeah, it’s just shock…” You looked at Stephen, watching him for a while. “I… congratulations Mr. Doctor… you are…”
“Second best, but you are retarded, so… I took what they offered, before you changed your mind.” He shrugged and you smiled. Such words from such man, with his ego are very likely to be considered a compliment. You got from Bucky’s arms and punched Stephen’s arm.
“Watch it, or I will change my mind.”

If Wanda haven’t explained it to you, you would die obvious to the fight that was going on between your two friends, Bucky and Strange. Apparently the fight between them was for your attention. The Black Widow, Natasha, laughed at your obviousness, telling you to pay more attention on them. And so you did, which leaded for you feeling embarrassed every time it happened, which were quite a lot, taking that it happened every day, starting over such things as passing you sugar for your morning coffee.
What shocked you most was willingness of Levitation Cape to help Stephen in this war. It would always catch you and pull you to sorcerer, whenever it got an occasion.
You tried not to pay attention to their stupid competition, you really did, but while being in the very center of it, it was almost impossible.
Seeing how uncomfortable you were with it, Tony and Steve took the matter in their hands and scolded the both men, as if they were children.

“Meditating?” You looked from your laps to Stephen. He stood at your balcony doors, the cape and gloves gone. He looked just as he did in Kamar-Taj, leaning against your doorframe, arms crossed on his chest. You smiled at him.
“Just thinking.” You watched as he moved from his spot to sat in front of you. “Where is your relict?”
“I left it in my room. Didn’t want it to interrupt.” You raised your eyebrow at his statement.
“Interrupt with what?” At your question, Doctor took your hands in his scarred, shaking ones.
“You know I like you…” Seeing your shocked face he blushed instantly. “Or you found out just now. Either way, I do like you and I did from the first time I saw you. And despite our beginning, which as you know didn’t went good, I really tried to made you warm up to me… despite you trying to do quite opposite. And to be honest I really hoped that you may start to feel something to me, and I know that I’m a little too forward right now, but it do piss me off when I see this metal-hand frozen killing machine near you.” You opened your mouth to speak in defend of your friend, but he squeezed your hands, looking at you with his deep blue eyes. “Please let me finish. I know that I can’t make you come back to Kamar-Taj, nor made you move to sanctum sanctorum, and I don’t intend to of you don’t want to, but maybe there is a possibility of you giving me a chance and going out with me?”
“Strange I…”
“Doctor Strange, Mr. Stark want’s to inform you, that your cape attacking Mr. Barnes got boring, and he requests you to put a stop for this.” Hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice, you looked with amusement on your face, your eyebrow raised slightly.
“Left it in your room for no interruption, Strange?” Doctor cleared his throat, letting your hands go.
“I… better get going.” He tried to go away, but you got up and stopped him before he could made it.
“I will go with you, but there are two conditions.” He nodded at that, murmuring something like ‘anything for you’, at which you smiled. “You will stop harassing Bucky, he is my friend and your stupid competition is really pissing me off, and no one can make me not spend time with him.” Strange groaned but nodded.
“And second one?” You grinned.
“You let me wear the cape. Like for one whole day, no instructions and no grumbling. Then, and only then I will allow you to take the pretty, intelligent, talented, beautiful and very humble, greatest sorceress of all time – me, to a date. And who knows, if you will show me yourself finally in some good light, then I would allow you to walk me to my room’s doors after that.” After the initial shock, Strange nodded, which made you smile. “Great! Now go and get my cape, I want it clean and I want it untouched. Now, shoo. Off you go.” You pushed him out of your room, wide smile on your face. If year ago someone would told that you would agree to go on a date with Strange, you would laugh right into his face, right before sending him to Mount Everest.

Happy Birthday Love


Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader, Hank, Raven

Request: hi my birthday is the 17th can i have a charles x reader bday sex cuteness thing thanks :-) ~anonny

A/n: Happy Birthday anonny. I hope you like it and I tried to have it be cute but I honestly think I can’t really keep smut with Charles all that cute, The man does shit to me. Where ever you are, I hope I made it in time. I spent most of my day working on this, through my slight depression that’s been building. I really hope you like it.

Tag list: @marvelismylife @nea90sweetie @mysaria @originalwinchestervamp @incoherentli @fandoms-writer

Originally posted by endingthemes

               You woke to an empty bed. Charles must have gotten up early and didn’t want to wake you. Today felt different, not unusual different but different. It just happened to be your birthday. You got up out of bed and pulled on your (f/c) robe that you knew Charles loved on you. It covered everything and the bottom hem landed about five inches below your ass. It was your go to robe when you wanted to get a little touchy feely with Charles and today was your day so you thought it would be a good idea.

               You pulled your hair out of your face and into a ponytail before walking out of your shared bedroom. You slowly made your way across the mansion to the kitchen. You saw Raven along the way and she just smiled. She knew what today was, she gave you a quick hug and wished you a happy birthday.

               “It will be once I get my hands on a certain telepath.” She giggled as she walked away shaking her head. You made yourself a cup of coffee and found some fruit in the fridge for a quick breakfast.

               You finished your coffee and carried your fruit with you as you made your way to Charles’ study/ office. The door was open and you heard him talking to Hank about something. You leaned against the door jamb watching the two men talk. Charles was sitting on the edge of his desk as Hank stood a few feet from him. Neither man noticed you there until Hank turned to walk towards the door.

               “Oh, hi (Y/n).” Hank tried hard not to look at your robe covered body and tried even harder not to blush.

               “Morning Hank. I hope Charles wasn’t too much of a pain.” You heard Charles chuckle, you walked into the room so Hank could leave. You popped a piece of fruit into your mouth, smirking at Charles as you made your way closer to him.

               “Oh no, nothing like that.” Hank was practically stuttered as he almost tripped over his own feet as he left the room.

               “What are you up to today, love?” Charles extended a hand to you. You graciously took it as he pulled you into him. He took a piece of fruit from the bowl in your hand.

               “Hey, that’s mine.” You smirked at him as he popped the fruit into his mouth. You felt his hand slide down your side and made its home on your ass, giving it a slight squeeze. You had to bite your lip to yourself from letting a soft moan fall from your lips.

               “I know, love, and your mine.” You heard the hits of possessiveness in his voice which sent shivers down your spine. He tilted your head up and placed a soft kiss to your lips. You carded your fingers through his hair, holding him in place so you can deepen the kiss.

               He lifted you up and sat you down on the edge of his desk. His hands slid under the edge of the bottom hem of your robe, only to find you bare. He pulled back and looked down at you. His eyes widened with lust and his demeanor was now almost predatory. You couldn’t help but moan softly at the look he gave you.

               “Really, love. You walked all the way down here, like this.” You nodded your head. You didn’t care what the others thought of you because they all knew you were Charles’.

               “Well, can you blame me? It is my day, isn’t it?” You looked at him innocently. “Besides, darling. No one noticed that I have just this on.” You tugged the rope that held the front of your robe together, letting it fall off your waist as you shrugged off the top of your robe.

               Charles attacked your neck and shoulder. Nipping and sucking dark marks on your shoulder and neck. You had your fingers in his hair, racking your nails softly over his scalp which caused him to groan against your skin. You started unbuttoning his shirt and shoved it off his shoulders. He stepped away from you and quickly closed the door to his study, locking it to make sure no one walks in. You sat there on the edge of his deck, you pulled your robe away from our body and dropped it on the floor. Charles made quick work of his pants and the rest of his clothes, not wanting to make you feel under-dressed.

               He made his way back to you, dropping to his knees in front of you. He placed your legs on either side of his head as he looked up at you, smirking knowing exactly what he was about to do. “Happy Birthday, love.” He buried himself between your legs, causing you to throw your head back with a loud moan. You laid back onto his desk, arching your back off the hard wood. You felt Charles dig his fingers into the tops of your thighs, pulling a louder moan from you. He then slipped one hand from your thigh down and slipped two fingers inside you. He loved to make you squirm with his tongue and fingers. Thrusting his fingers in and out of you, pulling moans and whimpers from your lips. You let one of your hands reach for him, digging into his hair. You could feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter and Charles knew you were getting close. The sounds you made were getting high pitched. He took his fingers out of you and replaced them with his tongue as his fingers rubbed harshly against your clit. The knot snapped. You came undone with his name falling from your lips like a prayer. He stood up and looked down at you, your juices made his lips glisten which caused you to reach up for him. You needed him right then and there, he needed you just as bad.

               He leaned down, pressing his body against yours causing you to moan as you felt him rub through your sensitive folds. He lightly grabbed your jaw, holding your face so he could kiss you. Sliding his tongue across your bottom lip, demanding entrance. You gladly gave him, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You whined when he pulled away.

               “You ready for your present, my love?” You nodded your head as you tried to keep your breathing even. He pulled you up and helped you stand for a moment before laying you back down on the hard wood of his desk, chest down. You felt a sting to your ass followed by more. “You didn’t think I would pass up giving you your birthday spankings, did you?” You heard the smirk in his voice. He gave you a swat for each and every year, causing your ass to turn red.

               The next thing you felt was him teasing your entrance. He slowly and torturously pushed into you. You moaned as you stretched around him and he moaned at the feeling of how tight you were. Once he was fully seated into you, he sat there for a few moments. You needed him to move. You lifted your lower body up, showing him you were more than ready for him to move.

               He let his hands rest on your hips, gripping you tightly. He pulled back and slammed back into you. He placed his forehead against the center of your shoulders as he thrusts hard and deep into you. You felt him twitch inside you as he continued his pace.

               “Fuck, Charles.” You managed to moan out, more like almost screamed. He pushed himself to slam into you harder. You could feel the knot forming again in your stomach. Charles lifted one of your legs and set it on the desk, causing him to go deeper into you. Both of you moaned loudly at the feeling of him sliding deeper into you. The sounds of both of your moans and skin slapping skin filled the room. The feeling of Charles enveloped you completely. He was slamming into you, surrounding you, and completed you completely. He slipped his fingers to your clit again, rubbing harsh circles on it. Throwing you over the edge. Silently screaming as your orgasm took over your body, dragging Charles over with you. Shooting himself deep inside you. The both of you chanting each other’s name, fuck and a slue a various curse words as he worked the two of you through your highs.

               He kissed your back as he pulled out of you. He helped you stand up right then helped you sit on the edge of his desk again. He was about to grab his pants but you stopped him, pulling him back to you.

               “Where do you think you’re going my dearest?” You looked up at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a simple soft kiss.

               “I was going to go get something to clean you up with, love.” You silently said oh and giggled.

               “You do remember that I can teleport, right?” You giggled at him when he remembered your mutation. “Really, darling. You’re a telepath and you freaking smart but you couldn’t remember that I’m a teleporter.” You chuckled softly. “Why don’t you grab your clothes and unlock the door. Then I’ll take us up to our room and celebrate my birthday some more.” You winked at him which caused him to smile at you. He did as you said and you wrapped your arms around him once again. Teleporting you both up to your shared bedroom, in bed with him on top of you.

               “God, I love you (Y/n).”

               “As I love you, my dearest Charles.”

               “Happy birthday love.”

anonymous asked:

What would the UT and UF Bros and SF Pap do if their relatively new S/O or crush calls in the middle of the night, apologizing but saying that there were gunshots outside making them anxious and wanted to talk to somebody to be distracted? It turns out they live in a really bad part of town, and when they first see their place it matches. Small, heat plumbing and electricity often don't work, drugged up neighbors making problems, bad water damage, an actual hole in the bedroom ceiling?



As soon as you spurt out the word “gunshot” he teleports right away to your house without even hanging up. He finds you curled up in your room and holds you to his chest and stroking your hair. He doesn’t let you stay there tonight. He tells you to pack up everything you need and then he takes you his house to spend the night. Sans doesn’t want you living there anymore, but he understands that it’s all that you can afford. He help you work toward getting a better place, but in the meantime, you’re invited to stay at his house whenever you want. 


Papaya heads to your house right away and within minutes, he’s knocking at your doorstep. When he sees your place, he’s appalled that you have to live like that, but he tries his best out the good points of the house to be polite, which is harder than it seems. Finally, he just admits that you shouldn’t be living like this and that it’s too dangerous. He spends the nice to protect you, but the next day, he helps you fix up your house. It’s not the best, but at least it’s livable. Like Sans, he helps you work toward getting a better place to live, and you’re invited to stay with him whenever you want. 



Red teleports to your house as soon as possible and tells you to quickly pack your stuff. When you freeze in shock, he commands you to do it now and you scramble to stuff your clothes into a bag.When you’re finished, he teleports you home and doesn’t let you leave for the entire night. Red doesn’t care about what the situation is, you’re never going back there and you’re moving in with him, even if you two just started dating. He won’t listen to your protests, he just wants you to be safe. 


Fell stays on the phone with you the entire time as he drives over to your house. Taking one look, he turns away in disgusts and tells you to stay put and he’ll be right back. The gunshots stopped, and a few hours later, Fell comes back with blood on his clothes and a tool box. Within a single night, the skeleton upgrades your house to livable, maybe even better than what it’s worth. He stays with you for an entire week to keep you safe, but within the week that he stays, crime rates has drastically went down to the point where it’s almost nonexistent. He always comes back with the scent of blood on him. 



Rus teleports to your house and takes you home. Once you’re entirely safe at his house, he comforts you and tells you that with him, you’ll always be safe. After spending the night, Rus calls someone to help you fix up your house and helps pay for it. But with the violence and the paranoia, you end up staying with him more and more often until you eventually just moves in. 

musclepencil  asked:

What if you had just arrived from home, after hanging out with some of the members from overwatch not knowing that one of them told Reaper you had a crush on him, and when you unlock the door he's sitting on your couch and he signals you to come in. You look startled but he tells you not to worry before he teleports right in front of you and places his hand on your face. "So whats this about you liking me?...what do you want to do?" How would you react? (I'd probably pass out but yeah xD)

Immediately hope he never went into my room cause 

  • Running to get off a collapsing building, about to make a 10 foot jump to safety.
  • Paladin: We're not going to make it!
  • Me, warock: Don't worry, I have a plan!
  • Paladin: Okay then do it!
  • Me (OOC): I eldritch blast him.
  • DM: Umm, roll attack and damage.
  • Me: I hit and inflict 12 points of force damage.
  • DM: umm okay. I...
  • Me: and i got that warlock perk that lets me push him 10 feet so i push him to the other side.
  • DM: so without warning, the warlock blasts you in the back and you go flying 10 feet, tumbling safely to the other building.
  • Paladin: What the hell man?! Wait, how are you going over here?!
  • Me: I cast misty step and teleport right next to him.
  • Paladin: I hate you so much.

i’m crying? i was sym defending hanamura and there was a friendly enemy dva that just sat there playing video games on the battlefield and saying hello to everybody…….. i was the only one that didn’t kill her on sight

she saw me put down my teleporter (oops) and instead of destroying it, she did her sit emote beside it and said hello to me, and everybody who went through the teleporter

she then sent me a message saying “i protect teleporter” and when someone else destroyed it she messaged me “nooooooo” and when the game was finished she said “thank you for not killing me ❤️”


︎S I G N A L

Who is in Control - Part 2

10 years ago, you and Tony Stark met and he adopted you.
Today, you are his heir and the newest member of the Avengers.
Your first mission? Help Bucky Barnes.
Oh boy, you wished things were this simple.

Word counting:  1300+
Notes: Keep in mind: Age of Ultron Never happened.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader
Chapter: 2/??
Chapter name: Chapter 1 - The Witch

(Part 1)

Y/N = You name | Y/L/N = Your last name |  Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour |  Y/E/C  = Your Eyes Colour

I don’t own any gif. They’re from google or tumblr. 

Y/N kept a yawning as she walked down the corridor, fixing her Y/H/C over her shoulder and attracting a few looks. She had managed to sleep - or nap - less than an hour the previous night and the result was hateful.

“Good morning, Miss Stark.” One of the secretaries smiled at the young woman. “How are you doing this morning?”

“Very good, thank you for asking, Mary. Can you tell where I can find my father?”

“He’s with the Avengers.”

Y/N nodded and walked towards the stairs, closing the door behind her and teleporting herself through the right door.

“I thought you’d never arrive.” Tony noticed, spinning at his chair.

“You’re hard to find.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “What are we waiting for?”

“Not a what, but “who” are we waiting for.” He corrected his daughter.

It took a few seconds until Steve Rogers walked through the door with a shy look on his face.

“I’m sorry, I…” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

Oh, they all knew that he ‘didn’t sleep well’, because he hadn’t even slept.

After an infinite amount pleads, Y/N had finally been able to convince the first avenger to go to a modern party. Long story short, she already knew Steve would never again going with her to any more parties.

“Why are we here?” She looked at the others in the room, finding Bruce, Natasha, Steve and Tony staring at her.

‘This doesn’t look good.’

Y/N had joined the Avengers months ago. Tony had a whole lot of conditions before she could join them. Even with the telekinesis and being able to teleport, she needed to go through physical training and a multitude of tests before her father could agree with anything.

“We have a mission for you.” Tony slowly explained.

Y/N tried not look too excited as the look on his face was too calm for the mission to be so simple.

“We need you to take care of an important mission.” Steve continued.

“No problem.” She waved and a cup of coffee came to her hand. “I do it. What’s the business?”

They hesitated.

“The question is ‘Who’s the business?’ ”.Her father corrected her. “You recently completed your Ph.D. as a both a mechanical and electrical engineer, and you had taken a couple psychology classes as a hobby.”

“And you’re a very good people person, when you’re patient.” Steve continued. “And one of the best negotiators I’ve ever met, next to Tony.”

She watched while he praised her and felt important with his words, but raised her hand to interrupt him.

“Why are you boosting my ego?”

Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed.

“We want you to take care of Bucky.”

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nekowazza  asked:

Hey, I really liked the idea of the "Hiding Tom AU".... Could you make it into a fanfic?

Of course I can! Wow, it’s been ages since I made that. I’m glad you liked it though!

Read the au here!

Going out alone has always made Marco anxious. He couldn’t explain why. He just felt like everyone was looking at him, and they KNEW Star bailed on him to go hang out with Janna. He wasn’t mad at her, of course she would want to with her girlfriend when she surprised the Mewni princess with Love Sentence tickets. All she was going to do with Marco was go to the park and take some pictures for their digital photography elective.

Marco took out his camera and took some pictures on his way. He started this as a class to take with his friends, but then he started to like it. He would take pictures of things he felt people had to see, and then post it. He wanted issues to be heard. He would take pictures of all the decaying buildings in the poor parts of town that needed fixing up, and one time he was even arrested for trying to get pictures of a quarantine facility.

There was one at the very end of the city. It looked like a scary haunted broken down asylum from the Chernobyl diaries. Janna even claimed she snuck inside and saw the demons they kept there. Demons were horrible and scary creatures, that’s why they kept them contained when they were caught on earth. For reasons that are disagreed on. Some people think they are unstable and powerful, so people want to take their powers and magic for Earth’s own defenses. But it seemed like everybody had a collective fear of demons, one that made them feel safer with these places, and want demons to be caught, attacked, or even killed.

Marco sat down on the bench at the park and put his bag next to him. He took out his camera and took a picture or two from where he was sitting, and then made a move to get up and go forward. He reached out to grab his backpack but stopped when he didn’t feel it next to him. “What the…?” Marco looked over and saw his backpack on the ground, on the opposite side of the bench.

Marco seemed confused, but ignored it, he grabbed his bag and got up. As soon as he got up he turned around to now pick up his camera. Once again he fell back when it wasn’t where he left it, but it was hanging by it’s strap on the back of the park bench. Marco looked over his shoulder and grabbed his camera, walking away swiftly. On his way down the path, he felt something hit his head. Marco whipped around and saw a pinecone on the ground. “Who threw that!?” He yelled at the otherwise empty park. When nobody answered he kept walking. But Marco growled when something else hit his head, he looked down and seethed when he saw a rock on the ground. “You threw a rock at me!” He hissed. “Come on you could have really hurt me!” Marco complained. He couldn’t see anyone, but could have sworn he heard a faint mischievous giggle.

Marco zipped his hoodie up and began to walk a little faster. He picked up the pace more so when he heard that same silent laugh. Like it was just being carried by the wind from miles away. Marco walked even faster when he heard little footsteps behind him. Like something was trying to stalk him, and scurry around on all fours. It would run, then stop, then go slowly, then run, then stop and repeat the pattern.

Marco pretended not to hear, and then stopped walking. He listened closely and waited for the footsteps to get closer, once they were right behind him Marco whipped around and karate chopped the culprit, as hard as he could. But when he saw who he had hit, Marco gasped and dropped his camera.

“OW!” A purple child cried out. Marco clapped a hand over his mouth and he looked down at the demon. He had to be a demon. Purple skin, three eyes, horns. This was a demon. It looked up at Marco and saw his shocked and terrified face. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but stopped.

“You… you’ve been following me all day…?” Marco tried, too scared to think. The demon scrambled to his feet and Marco let out a terrified cry. He’s heard stories about these things, they would attack on sight. Marco whirled around and ran in the other direction, as fast as he could. He didn’t know what to do! He had never seen a demon before. Why didn’t it attack him, or kill him. All of the little tricks he was pulling seemed like the demon was… playing a game? Marco stopped and shook his head, trying to figure this out. But he was cut off when he heard commotion coming from the street behind him. Marco cut through an alleyway and saw a group of people yelling.

“I saw it! It was right here!” One man yelled. “It was a horrifying demon! Three red eyes!” He cried.

“Well what are we doing over here!? We should find the freak! Send him to that quarantine uptown!” Another man agreed.

“Quarantine? Who has the time for that?! That filthy abomination deserves to die as soon as we find it!” The third one declared. Marco watched them continue to fight and he heard a little noise behind him. Marco turned around and saw the same demon falling over the side of a dumpster. He gasped when he saw Marco and tried to scramble away, but when he made it out of his hiding place his knees buckled and the demon collapsed.

“Woah.” Marco fell back at the pathetic action by the demon. He didn’t expect him to fall like that. It tried to get up again, but faltered and caught his balance against the wall. Marco wanted to open his mouth and call out to the men who were looking for the demon to kill. But when Marco opened his mouth, something else came out. “Are you okay?” Marco asked. The demon looked up and had sort of a scared look. Marco bit his lip and came closer. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. Is that why you were playing games before? You were trying to get my attention?” Marco asked. The demon nodded and Marco came closer. “I’m Marco.”

“I’m Tom.” It whispered back. “Are you really not going to tell those men I’m here? You’d be a hero if you brought me to the quarantine, more so if you… killed me yourself.” Tom said this with some difficulty and Marco shook his head.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” Marco told him. “You seem… not well.” He pointed out. Tom coughed violently and Marco felt the urge to reach out to him. “Don’t you know this place is dangerous for demons? If they see you, you’ll be killed. Why don’t you just teleport home? Demons can, right?” Marco asked. Tom shook his head and coughed again.

“I’m not well here.” He forced out. Marco moved a little closer. “We need a certain climate to survive and… I was here too long… I’m sick.” Tom explained. “And what they did in the quarantine didn’t help much either.” He spoke.

“You escaped from the quarantine?” Marco asked. Tom coughed again and nodded. “They’ll be looking for you.” Marco said this mostly to himself. “And look at you, you look terrible. You won’t be able to defend yourself like this, and you’re not able to go home.” He continued. Tom got a look of anxiety on his face, but Marco cut him off. “Here, take this.” Marco handed the demon his hoodie and wrapped it around him, pulling up the hood.

“What’s this?” Tom asked.

“It’s so nobody will spot you when I take you home.” Marco explained. “If another human sees you, you’re done for.” He added.

“Take me… home?” Tom asked, confused.

“I… I’ve heard stories. About the quarantine, and you seem nice. I can’t explain why but… I’m taking you home so you get well and you can go home.” Marco explained.

“Why?” Tom asked. This made no sense.

“I… I don’t know why. But you don’t look or seem like you deserve to die, or go back there, or all of the above.” Marco blabbered. “I-I’m taking you home.”


Here’s what we know: the Altean’s were an incredibly advanced species of warriors/diplomats with natural magical abilities such as shape shifting, telepathy, and energy magic that could be used for healing, defense, and (with the right channeling) teleportation via wormhole. They had tech that was so advanced Pidge has trouble telling where the science ends and the magic begins. They traveled and mapped out an unimaginable amount of the galaxy by human standers and made alliances as they went. Such as with the Galra for example.

Until that alliance was shattered and Altea was destroyed, leaving Allura, Coran, and the mice as the only living Alteans in the known universe….

Or are they?

Because seriously, how could a civilization this advanced simply vanish from existence just because the Galra destroyed their home planet? Granted, it would put a huge dent in their population and their culture, but that wouldn’t entirely wipe them out. There had to have been hundreds of thousands, if not more, living off planet and scattered across the universe. 

Remember, they were diplomats, so their people were likely quite friendly with their allies and might have had more then a few Alteans move to said allied planets just as they might have had many non-Alteans move to Altea, sharing cultures and strengthening bonds between planets. Hell, we only need to listen to Coran’s tangent’s to confirm the many interactions Alteans frequently had with other aliens. 

Although, once their planet was destroyed, the remaining Alteans were likely divided into one of three groups.

  1. Those who fought to the death to avenge their planet even though they were now fighting a loosing battle without Voltron. 
  2. Those who used their shape shifting abilities to hide from the Galra and blend into whatever planet they were staying on. 
  3. And those who were caught by the Galra, one way or another, and were most likely enslaved.

The last two groups are the most important. As the second group means that there could be who knows as many subcultures of Alteans in hiding throughout the galaxy. Many of whom are now likely hybrids of various different species their ancestors might have mingled with in the past 10,000 years. Imagine Allura and Coran’s joy at being able to share thier culture with the descendants of thier people who had managed to escape Zarkons empire. Imagine the descendants joy at being able to finally learn about the culture they had been forced to kept hidden and secret for so long, to connect with each other and not have to worry about hiding their cheek marks anymore.

And then there’s what might have become of the third group. The group that, for the last 10,000 years, had been bought and sold and used and bred to serve the empire. And while nearly all of these Altean descendants have become roughly some part Galra over the centuries, they are all taught that they are lesser then pure Galra, that their cheek markings make them inferior no mater how purple their skin, scales, or fur is. ‘Galteans’ they call them jeeringly. They were experimented on, toyed with, and used as entertainment until the Galra found the most beneficial use for them. Or at least, for the most magically talented of their children. 

Stolen from their parents and brainwashed from childhood, those that were taken became the Druids under Haggars leadership. They learned dark corrupted uses for their natural magical abilities so to serve and protect the empire. And those who don’t have the magical talent or manage to hide it? Slavery, slums, or slaughter in an arena or back ally likely awaited most them. And imagine Allura and Coran’s horror to learn what had become of their people at the hands of the Galra. Either beaten down and enslaved to Galra society, or twisted into some of their most dangerous enemies. 

But not all of them suffered such a fate, as there are always exceptions for the powerful. One of the most notable ‘Galteans’ being Prince Lotor, the bastard child of the emperor himself who, royalty or not, is still reminded of his ‘inferiority’ every day. And since we only ever see him in disguise taking the scaultrite from the Weblum, a mineral used for Altean technology, and who is only mentioned once by name by Haggar once his father is defeated, it’s possible he might not be on the best of terms with his people.

As to just where he stands on the mater of his heritage is something I truly cannot wait to see play out. Is he desperate to prove himself as a ‘True Galra’ to his father and people by taking revenge ageist our heroes? Or is he a double agent of sorts, quietly planning to over throw his father and restore his and his mother’s Altean heritage to the glory it once had by secretly helping Allura and the paladins? Only time and future seasons will tell… 

 But there’s still one, or rather two, Galra-Altean hybrids I want to talk about. That being Keith’s mother and Keith himself. 

Because seriously, it would explain just about everything. Keith appearing perfectly human despite only being half human, Keith’s ability to sense the blue lion before Lance even could, the skin color changing effect the Druids magic had on him, and the BoM leader telling him how ‘Galra blood runs though your veins,’ not ‘your half Galra,’ or ‘your mother was Galra.’ And then there’s the recent tweets about how the next season will show Keith discovering some ‘new powers’. It all adds up to Keith being part Altean as well as part Galra

As for just who and where Keith’s mom is, that’s another mystery we won’t know the answers to until season 3. Although I personally love the theory that, after leaving the Blade of Momora for some reason, she now runs another group of rebels, specifically the ones who freed Matt Holt. I really want her to be alive and I really want her to be a total badass runaway rebel. Someone who spent her life fighting impossible odds and was forced to give up the one chance of happiness she had to continue that fight and protect them. 

Who’s both Galra and Altean and dearly loves and misses her half human son.

Not Much of a Looker

Originally posted by rswinther

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Not Much of a Looker

Prompt: Hey I’m new to your blog but rumour has it that you adore Nightcrawler too! He’s honestly my baby. Anyway can I request a Kurt x reader fic where the reader is blind and Kurt takes such good care of her like she’s a china doll, basically just fluff! Thank you sooo much!!!

Note: Welcome to my blog, my dear! You’ve entered amidst my Kurt craze, also called KURTPOCALYPSE. This is a hella cute prompt omg!

You waited in Professor Xavier’s office anxiously. You had just arrived at his school for mutants, dropped off after months of begging your parents to take you to a place you belonged. Of course, you never felt like you belonged anywhere, but it wasn’t because you were a mutant. It was because you were blind.

“One of the students should be here in a moment. He can show you around. He’s new here too, so he understands what it’s like to be the new kid,” Charles told you. You pushed your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose and fiddled with your walking stick. “I know you’re nervous. I can feel it, but the kids here, they understand what it’s like to be different. You’ll fit right in, I know it.”

“Thank you, Professor Xavier,” You smiled softly. You heard the creak of the door opening and felt a new presence enter the office.

“Professor?” asked a voice with a thick German accent. You couldn’t help but smile a little. You couldn’t see him, but he sure sounded cute…

“Ah yes. Kurt. Kurt, this is (Y/N) (L/N), our newest student.” Charles introduced. You waved, flashing a small smile. “(Y/N), Kurt Wagner,”

“Nice to meet you,” he greeted you. You nodded.


“Now um, Kurt,” Charles started to explain. “(Y/N) needs special assistance. You see, she’s-”

“Blind,” You finished for him, standing up from the chair. “I’m kind of a burden.”

“No, it’s no trouble,” Kurt said quickly. You heard a noise, and then felt his warmth beside you. “I’d be happy to help,”

“Great,” Charles smiled. “Kurt, you can give her the tour this hour instead of going to class, and then bring her to lunch with you.”

“All right,” he nodded. You retracted your walking stick to its portable size and stuck it in your purse.

“Could you um, give me your arm? It’s easier,” You asked.

“Of course,” He used his tail to guide your hands. You latched onto his bicep. You felt a jacket on his arm. Leather maybe? You couldn’t tell. Carefully, Kurt led you out of Charles office, narrating everything.

“Ve’re going zhrough zhe door,” He told you. “Zhere are steps here. Careful. One, two, three, one more. Zhere,”

“Thanks,” You smiled. “You’re great at this.”

“No problem.” He nodded. “You know, I know how you must feel, being left out. Most of the others here look almost human. I’m about zhe opposite of zhat.”



“I wouldn’t be able to tell.” You chuckled a little bit. “I don’t even know what I look like anymore,”

“You’re beautiful,” he blurted without thinking. Immediately, he began blushing. “I mean- watch out!”

“What? What is it?” you asked, stopping.

“Zhere vas a ball in zhe vay. One of zhe others must have left it. It’s gone now.”

“My hero,” you laughed.

“Vell, um, vould you like to go outside?” He offered. You nodded, figuring fresh air would do you both some good.

You felt the change in atmosphere as soon as you stepped through the doorway. And then there was a gust of wind and a new presence.

“Woah Kurt, found a girlfriend already?” asked the new voice. He spoke quickly.

“Peter, zhis is (Y/N),” Kurt introduced.

“Peter Maximoff, kind of a big deal around here.” he said. You chuckled. “So what’s the deal? Why are you clinging to Kurty boy?”

“I’m blind,” you told him.

“Oh. Well you’re not missing out. Kurt’s not much of a looker.” Peter teased playfully. Kurt whapped him with his tail. “Kidding, kidding.”

“Well, I’m not really much of a looker either, so…” you laughed, pointing to your eyes. Peter chuckled and Kurt smiled in amusement.

“Hey Kurt!” Jean greeted, walking up to the small cluster hand-in-hand with Scott. “Hi, you must be (Y/N),”


“I’m Jean Grey. This is Scott.”

“Hey,” Scott waved a little. “So you’re the new girl,”

“That’s me,” you nodded. “I’m also blind, so…”

“What’s your mutation?” asked Scott curiously.

“I can manipulate sound waves. The call me Echo.” You told them. “I mean, the blindness kind of came with it, but yeah.”

“Your mutation blinded you?” Jean asked with concern.


“Well, Kurt here will take care of you,” Jean smiled, watching Kurt look at you nervously. She could feel that he didn’t want to mess up, didn’t want you to get hurt. But he also didn’t want you to leave his side. “Come on Scott, let’s let them finish their tour.” She led Scott away, flashing Kurt a smile and winking.

Peter sped off too, leaving you and Kurt alone. He gulped nervously. You smirked. What a cutie.


It was well after dinner. You and Kurt were sitting on the couch in the living room together. Today had been fun. You felt really comfortable here, and you couldn’t wait to get to know Kurt more. But there was one thing that was nagging at you.

“Hey Kurt?”


“Could I…um…well, sometimes when I meet new people, feeling their face helps me build a better picture of what they look like.”

“Ah,” he nodded. You began to raise your hands, but he stopped you, grabbing your wrists.

“V-vait,” he paused. “Vhat if you…don’t like vhat you ‘see’?”

“Kurt,” you smiled sadly.

“I told you…I’m not exactly…normal looking.”

“Kurt,” You repeated softly. “I don’t care what you look like. I just want to ‘see’ you.”

“Okay,” he nodded, gulping nervously. He guided your soft hands to his cheeks. You gently felt his face, using your fingers to explore its surface. You smiled softly.

“You’re so intricate,” you whispered. He smiled softly, heat rising to his cheeks. Your fingers reached the tips of his pointed elf-like ears. “Awwww,”


“You have cute little elf ears!” you smiled. He chuckled.

“And a tail,” he flicked it, not that you could see.

“You certainly are something else, aren’t you?”

“Zhat’s one vay to put it,”

You yawned, exhausted from such a long day.

“Vould you like me to valk you to your room?” Kurt asked. You nodded, stretching. He took your hand and helped you off of the couch. And while he knew he could teleport right outside your bedroom door, he decided to take you all the way there.

“I kind of miss seeing sometimes. I miss color,” You sighed as he very carefully, very slowly helped you up the steps.  


“My favorite color was blue…” you remembered. Kurt smiled widely, giddy with excitement.

“It’s a good color,” he tried to play it cool, but you could hear the smile in his voice. He stopped in front of your dorm. “Here ve are,”

“Thank you, for everything,” You said. You thought about it for a second, but decided to go in for a hug. His heart was racing, eyes wide. You felt his arms wrap around you tightly.

“It’s no problem, liebe. Really.”

“Goodnight, Kurt.”

You kissed his cheek before opening the door and walking into the room you now shared with Jean and Ororo. Kurt stood in front of the door for a while, hand on his cheek, smiling like a fool. Peter zipped up and stood beside him, patting his shoulder.

“Yep buddy. You’re screwed.”

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