synekdokee:

etirabys:

jacquemander:

bessibels:

equalseleventhirds:

sallyfuckingdonovan:

misslovegood7:

pocketcucco:

vaettur:

margayerytyrell:

i have really pretty eyes

I REALLY LIKE MY HAIR

I really like my cheekbones and the shape of my face!!

i have cumberbatchy eyes~

My pubic hair is really soft like a bunny.

my freckles are adorable!

I have a pretty smile

I’ve got big naturally curly thick hair!!

i have nicely shaped feet and I look pretty cute in boxers

I have big blue eyes and shapely legs

I can sew really cool costumes for me to wear.

pangeasplits:

…where is the AU in which Erik owns a hardware store with his cute husband who charms everyone at the register omg

Erik almost threw a wrench at the customer’s retreating back.

The only thing that stopped him was Charles’ arms wrapping tightly around his waist. He felt the gentle nudge of Charles’ head between his shoulder blades, and let his arm drop slowly to his side.

“Darling, please. I was the one flirting with him, no need to get so agitated. I didn’t mean for it to go so far, but he was an absolute delight. Did you know he was Canadian?”

By now Erik had extricated himself from Charles’ embrace and went to put the wrench back on its proper shelf. He had been in the middle of restocking some of the tools when he had overheard the conversation Charles had been carrying on at the register.

“I know you work here on the off days when you don’t have a lot of university work to be doing, but do you really need to bat your eyes at every customer you ring up?” Erik growled as he pushed the cart farther up the aisle, Charles lounging at the end and keeping an eye out for customers. Their quaint little hardware shop didn’t see much action during the day or week, but there were still some regulars that came by often. Hank was one of Charles’ favorites, always up to some new project and could jabber away for hours about it.

“I can’t help my natural charm, it just oozes out. I exude pleasure, so people tend to be happy to chat. But I never mean anything by it. You know I love you.”

And then he flashed Erik was of his signature grins, his chin and the corners of his eyes creasing, his hair falling haphazardly into his eyes that got Erik every time. And Erik melted, like he always did.

“Ugh, away with you. I think I heard the bell, watch the register, make sure we don’t get robbed,” Erik grumbled as he ducked his head to hide his own smile. Charles walked down the aisle to run his hands over Erik’s hunched shoulders, and then stooped to press a kiss to the crown of his head.

“Hurry up and finish shelving so we can lock up for our lunch break.”

“It’s only a quarter to ten, though.”

“Well, it might be a bit of a long lunch. I want to prove to you just how much I love you.”                                                                              

Erik was pretty sure Charles didn’t even get to the register before the box was empty and he was flicking the lock on the door to close the shop.

imagineyourotp:

Imagine your OTP taking a shower or bath together, but instead of getting frisky they innocently goof around in the water and wash each other’s hair and relax in each other’s arms.

Erik had just sunk into the warm water of the drawn bath when he felt the front door open and close hurriedly. The familiar metal of Charles’ watch and suspender clips sang out to him, and he relaxed once more into the steaming water. He could sense Charles moving erratically through the apartment, dropping off bits and pieces here and there as he sluggishly made his way towards the bathroom. 

Not making a sound, Erik just watched as Charles groped his way into the room, eyes shut with a sense of contained pain twisting his lips. A few more articles of clothing had fallen off before he was even remotely aware of Erik’s presence, and that was because of the lapping sound the water made as Erik shifted to sit up more. 

“Cerebro migraine?” Erik asked sympathetically, recognizing the signs. Normally Charles’ mind would’ve touched in with his by now, after having done a cursory sweep of their home. But like this his mind tended to wind in on itself and become oblivious to the world; hence the sudden jump when Erik spoke to him. He turned with a grimace, shirt undone and sliding to the floor. 

“Unfortunately, yes. We tried altering some of the settings and it may have had some mental feedback. We’ll try something different tomorrow, but I have some papers to grade, so I’m just going to hop in the shower and see if I can get rid of it—” 

He was cut short by Erik grabbing his wrist and pulling him down for a kiss to his temple. 

“Come in the tub, I’ll ease it away,” he murmured, and Charles just sighed. 

“Really, Erik, I don’t feel like it.” 

“I’m affronted. No, nothing like that, just come and soak, relax a little. You’ve been in that monstrosity almost every day this week now.” 

And so Charles found himself laying against Erik’s broad chest, with his knees poking out of the water like islands on either side. His head rested right beneath Erik’s chin, and he closed his eyes while Erik slowly rubbed at his temples. The warmth of the water and of Erik soothed his agitation, and the gentle motion of Erik’s fingers easily melted away the headache that had followed him home from the university. 

“How do you do it?” he mumbled, getting drowsy and feeling his eyes threatening to fall asleep. 

“My mother used to do this with me when my powers would give me headaches too. I’d try to move a car or something, and blow a gasket in the process. I never learned to take it slow, and so I had a lot of these as a kid,” Erik murmured, adjusting himself to have Charles’ head rest on his shoulder, and turned to press a kiss into the damp dark curls. 

“Better?” 

Charles took a deep breath and sank somehow further into Erik’s arms, which had wound themselves slowly around Charles’ chest in the water. 

“Better,” he smiled, and they soaked for a while longer until the water became too cold to be enjoyable.

(via perksofbeingahomosexual)

synekdokee:

ang3lsh1:

widgenstain:

There’s a beautiful fic somewhere in there…

Yes. Yes there is.

Mystic!Charles, Skeptic!Erik? I once got a lovely fill for skeptic!Erik writing an article on a haunted house with Charles a ghost “hunter”. Perhaps this time Charles is writing a book and is looking for a reliable source of alternative theories?

Or maybe something makes Erik seek for Charles’s help, despite his better judgment.

Erik is going to be late for work if he doesn’t hurry up and push his way through this crowd. He looks to the side to see what kind of commotion could gather such a throng of people, and is frozen to the spot by a pair of eyes that seem to pierce right through him.

The man at the center of all the attention glides forward, the crowd parting fluidly in a way Erik had never seen on the sidewalk before. In a breath the man is standing inches away from him, his eyes not moving from Erik’s yet seeming to look him over in his entirety. 

“Erik Lehnsherr, tonight is going to be your unlucky night.” 

Bristling at the comment, Erik wasn’t sure what put him off more, the fact that this two-bit gypsy was making predictions about his boring life, that said gypsy knew his name, or that the crowd was waiting intently for his reaction while he simply became more and more late for work. 

“Thanks for the warning, I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for trouble, now if you please, I have to be goi—” 

He turned on his heel to be on his way, but a hand clasped at his wrist intently, not hurting but not budging either. Raising an eyebrow at the blue eyed fortune teller, he tugged to free his wrist. 

“Beware the blonde woman of ice. Come to me when you need my help,” the mystic murmured, drawing out a single tarot card from his pocket. He pressed it into Erik’s hand, and then disappeared back into the crowd as it began to disperse. Glancing at it quickly, Erik pocketed the card and hurried off when he spotted the time on his watch. 

‘I still need to file my reports, Emma’ll kill me—’ he thought before pausing, wondering back to what the man had warned of. Charles Xavier, he reminded himself, thinking back to the tarot card. How could he have possibly known that they called the boss the ice queen? 

Pulling the card out again, he stared at the giant X surrounded by elaborate figures. ‘The Wheel of Fortune,’ he read along the bottom, barely able to decipher the flowing script. A faint chill crept down his spine, as though it meant something important was coming, but he shook it off quickly. It was simply a lucky guess about Emma, a lot of female bosses were cold to their employees, right? Charles was just a fake, what could he possibly know of Erik’s future? 

More than Erik did, he found out later that day.

(Source: fassbender-mcavoyobsessed)

thoseweirdthings:

07052013 - Happy Tuesday

Music [x]
Angel!AU (sort of.) where Charles got his wings cut because of mental connexion to Human… Or maybe is it just nightmares?
[Sorry about the sketchy thing. Can’t do anything better today.]

[Please Do Not Repost , only likes and reblogs if you like, thanks a lot!]

Charles didn’t let Erik hear him cry on those nights.

The nights when Shaw found out he had reached out to Erik again, and ripped out handful after handful of feathers in a rage. The nights when Shaw left him crumpled and bleeding for the night, knowing he’d be back to normal come morning. The nights when Charles forgot to hide the smile Erik brought to his face and would get caught.

On those nights, Erik would find the angel strangely silent in his mind.

Charles lay in the bed, shaking with the pain of his latest clipping. His stumps bled trails of red all down his alabaster skin, tracing patterns he never wanted anyone to decipher. The angel sleeping next to him would be none the wiser by daylight, and Charles would never tell. This was his fight with Shaw. And even though he wasn’t strong enough to defend himself, he was strong enough to protect Erik.

Because Charles had seen what the archangel had in store for the human. And he knew that the life of one human was nothing in the grand cosmic plans of their kin. But he knew that Erik was important and worth fighting for. 

Charles.

A small gasp of air escaped the angel’s lips when the familiar mind called out for his. A prayer in the night, meant only for his ears. 

Charles. 

It was too much to ignore. He couldn’t fly to earth, not like this, not with his feathers littering the floor of Shaw’s room. He could fall to earth, but his wings wouldn’t grow back. He bit his lip, the agony of ignoring Erik’s pleas more painful than any clipping he had received. Charles couldn’t go to his side, but he could answer his prayer. 

Soon, Erik. We’ll both be free soon.

(via ladyfassbender)

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mystradedoodles:

Hallo everyone! Both myself and my dash today are in need of some serious cheering up so here’s a little summer giveaway <3

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