First born Headcannons! Multi/Fem!Afab! Reader - Angel, Colossus, Nightcrawler, Gambit
OKAY FUCK I don't know what came over me it just happened okay??? This whole thing started thinkin about colossus and a lil baby and then I was thinking about Warren taking the nightshift with his own baby and I spiraled from there. Warren's is like twice as long as everyone elses my bad yall.
If there are any typos don't make fun of me ill fix them tomorrow I'm so tired lol
TWs: Childbirth mentioned (Not described tho), Babies, wholesome shit. I know that some of these characters have had kids in the comics and that these hcs may be ooc, but I do not care lol. Little bit of anxiety and panic, but everything is okay.
Warren Worthington
Warren is such a dad. I don't even know how to describe it. Like, he's not as effortlessly fatherly like Piotr is, but once he has a kid he's devoted to making sure this kid gets all the emotional, physical, and financial support they would ever need.
He had such a rocky childhood with his own dad, so he hates the idea of his child ever going through the same sort of thing.
He might be a little clueless with the actual baby things, like when to feed, how to dress, and what to feed his little one, but he does take diaper duty as his sole purpose in life. He does adjust for the things he lacks though, and gradually adjusts to be better at them!
He's strangely good with babies, even before he had his own! There's just something about him that makes them stop crying. He's also an expert at nap times.
It’s an early weekday afternoon. The sun is shining through the blinds in warm golden rays, the sink clean and the dishwasher running. There’s a click once the message on the answering machine stops playing, and you have an uncertain frown on your face as you take it all in.
The house is silent, brightly decorated with pictures of your close friends lining the walls of the hallway. The sounds of your husband quietly shushing your infant son gradually become easier to hear when you reach the cracked door of the nursery, pushing it open as quietly as you can.
Warren’s back is facing you, fluffy wings almost glowing where the sunrays touch his feathers. Your newborn is sleeping in his arms, napping after a lunchtime bottle. He’s bouncing the baby just slightly, and you swear you can see his smile without ever having to see his face. It’s a sweet moment you want to crystalize in your memories. You lean against the doorway, smiling just as bright as you’re sure he is.
"Hi~" You say sweetly after a moment. You were right. Warren’s happy smile is bright and blinding when he turns to look at you.
"Hey," He says quickly, lifting your sleeping son so that you can see him better. "Hi Mama, say hi Mama!" Warren whispers as he lifts the baby’s pudgy little hand to wave at you. You can’t help but giggle, walking forward to kiss both of them on their cheeks- your little one not stirring from his nap. You take a breath afterward, leaning against his side as you debate telling him.
“Something wrong?” Warren asks, one of his wings stretching out to wrap around your side and pull you closer to him. Normally you giggle, but today you bite your lip, unsure.
"Your dad called." Your words are soft when you say it, and Warren immediately laughs in a way that sounds more like a scoff.
“His secretary, you mean.” Warren attempts to correct, and his joking tone makes you frown a little, rubbing his upper arm in an attempt to be soothing.
“No, not her, honey.” Warren stays silent after you say it, his brow furrowing as his face turns into a reflection of confusion and sadness. You can see the conflict as he turns the words over in his head, cooing and shushing your son back to sleep when he starts to stir a little, feeling the atmosphere shift.
“...what did he want?” He asks, voice low and quiet.
“He left a message on the answering machine if you want to listen to it.” You tell him. “He, well… He wants to meet his grandson.” Warren scoffs at that, shaking his head as he starts to pace the room a little. You stand there, grounded as you watch him process the sudden contact.
“He really said that? After all he’s put me through, he wants to meet our son… What a joke.” You grimace when Warren starts to laugh. He finally stops pacing to gently lay your son back in his crib. He leans against the side with one hand as the other rubs his eyes before it slides up to run through his hair.
“Do you want him to?” You ask after a moment, stepping over to his side. He leans into your touch when you reach out to hold his cheek.
“I-” Warren stops himself, taking a deep breath as he takes your hand in his own. “What do you want to do?” He asks instead. You shake your head at him, taking hold of his hand in both of yours, tracing the wedding band on his finger.
“He’s your dad, love. It’s your choice.” You say softly. Warren is still frowning, and he lets out a long breath, deflating a little bit. He turns around to face you, pressing a kiss to your temple and holding you there for a long moment. You wish you had even a fraction of Jean’s or the Professor’s power, if only you could see what was going on in that head of his. He pulls you into a side hug, and the two of you spend a long while looking at your infant in the crib. The perfect mixture of the both of you. Certain to be a mutant in his own right. You can tell Warren spends every second thinking about it.
When he steps away from you, He’s silent.
“Warren?” You call out for him as he leaves the room. You’re about to follow when you hear the distinct sound of your son about to wake up, the little whine catching your attention as you coo him back to sleep instead. The door to the nursery is open, and just faintly down the hall, you hear the sound of the landline starting to ring.
“Hey, Dad, it’s Warren. Is Saturday okay?”
Piotr Rasputin
GOD this man is so good with kids. I mean, have you seen those comic panels with him and his sister??
This man was made, built, forged to be a dad. He's protective but encouraging, and although he may be blunt, he knows when his kiddo needs some comfort.
He takes all the classes with you during the pregnancy, and he knows he'd never hurt his baby, but there's always a lil bit of worry in the back of his mind. He's a little too strong, and he hates the thought of slipping up and accidentally harming this fragile little soul the two of you brought into this world.
He gains confidence with time, and when the baby arrives he's always carrying them securely on one thick arm, belly down as they sleep soundly against him.
His baby is so small when they hand her to him in the hospital. She's tiny. Smaller than the width of his arm. He looks like a giant as he holds her, sat next to your bedside as you recover from her delivery. He's in awe as he looks at her, a tiny little life, the greatest gift you've ever given him besides your hand in marriage.
You and others had always joked that his baby would be huge, big-headed, 99th percentile, and he never minded it. It was no secret that he was a big man, and he didn't mind what size the baby was as long as it was healthy, and looking at the little bundle of joy in his arms, he decides he wouldn't have it any other way.
It's almost comical, how small she is. Hell, even you might have doubted the paternity of the baby girl if it hadn't been for her head of pitch-black hair, and pretty blue eyes. Almost a carbon copy of himself.
“She has your eyes.” You say once her cries quiet down, and she begins to fall asleep in her father's arms.
“No.” Piotr hums, gingerly touching his daughter's face. “They look much more like Illyana's.” You hadn't thought about that before, but now that he mentions it, the resemblance is undeniable. You giggle at that, Scooting closer so that you can lean on his shoulder.
“The nurse said that she's waiting outside, when you're ready. I'm sure she's beyond excited to meet her niece.” You mumble. Piotr has placed a finger in the palm of your baby's hand, both of you smiling when the little fingers do their best to try and close around his fingertip. Piotr cannot wait to see the face of his sister when she sees your baby, but he'll be the first to admit, he'd like it if this moment could just last a little while longer.
Kurt wagner
Kurt is such a good dad oh my god.
He's always talking about you and the kids, bragging about literally everything you do ever. He's the kind of dad that has endless photos of his kiddos in his wallet, car, locker, everywhere.
And he's so devoted, too. He'll do anything you ask him to do during the newborn stage (and after) and is beyond supportive. His goals are happy Spouse, Happy kids, Happy life.
He's also very sentimental :) he thanks god every day for you and the blessing that is your baby.
Kurt’s side of the bed was empty when you woke up this morning, and despite the normal amount of anxiety you normally feel when that happens, you feel peaceful. You’re smiling at the empty mattress, rolling over to his side to push your face into his pillow, taking a deep breath. Used to, you would be worried. You would wonder where he was, or if he was safe. If he had gone off on some x-men mission without telling you (which he never did). But today, you know exactly where he is. You’re smiling now as you think about it, pressing a kiss to his pillow before standing up.
There’s a soft humming in the house, quiet and soothing. It’s not hard to figure out where it’s coming from, the path to the spare room having become second nature to you- although, it really wasn’t much of a spare room anymore. You try not to be too loud when you enter the room through the cracked door.
Kurt is humming sweetly, your son laid out on the changing table as Kurt finishes worming his pudgy little legs through a new onesie. The baby whines a little, squirming around as Kurt attempts to change his clothes.
“Patience, Mein kleiner Schatz. This won’t take long.” Kurt says sweetly. Your son isn’t really having this whole changing business, and it makes Kurt chuckle. His tail is wrapped around a bottle of milk, and he sets it to the side right before he snakes his tail over the crib. He brushes the spaded end lovingly over your baby’s cheek as a distraction, and the infant coos as he finishes getting his arms through the sleeves. His tail takes over from there, buttoning the onesie's clasps as he turns to grab the bottle of milk instead- stopping for a split second when he sees you in the doorway. Kurt smiles.
“How are my boys?” You ask, voice a little rough from sleep.
“Gut! And lively, it seems.” He tells you. He passes the bottle off to his tail again when you walk over, taking you into his arms as he shakes the formula up a little more. Kurt kisses you sweetly on the lips, pressing his forehead against your own when you separate.
“Guten Morgen, Schatz. How are you feeling?” You swear you fall in love with him all over again each day when he greets you like that. You shrug your shoulders in response, smile dropping just a little bit.
“I’m okay. Still tired, and definitely still bloated, but I’m okay.” You admit. Kurt frowns a little, brushing some hair from your face.
“Did you see the medicine I left for you on the nightstand?” Kurt asks, and you immediately make a bit of a silly face, remembering that you didn’t exactly get up on your own side of the bed today. Kurt knows what that looks means and begins to laugh, just as your son begins to whimper and whine to be held and fed. You try to go pick him up, but Kurt stops you as he picks your baby up instead, bottle at the ready.
“Go take your meds, I’ve got him, Liebchen.”
Remy LeBeau
Remy is a little nervous to be a dad.
Not in a flight way!! He's just a little worried that he'll be a bad influence on the kiddo. and well, I mean sure. If you're worried about the kiddo being a little rager and being into a few to many wild hobbies I guess (usually comes with the cajun territory)- but overall, Gambit is such a sweetheart, and if anything his kiddos would be so respectful and loving towards their parents.
Remy's very protective over your baby. The protectiveness is at it's height around 0-3yrs of age, but it never, ever goes away completely.
He might talk some smack about how a little bit of dirt/germs never hurt anyone, but He's actually the kind of dad that makes everyone put germex on before even thinking about holding the baby.
He's on top of feedings, and never fears a blowout when it comes to changing diapers (no matter how much he might gag). He might not have the diaper back stocked and loaded 24/7, but he's doing the best he can.
When you wake up, It’s about 3am. Your eyes blink oper wearily, and the light from the alarm clock is practically burning into your eyes. You want nothing more to curl up and go back to sleep, and you almost do, until the time actually registers.
3am. Its 3am, and you went to bed at 10pm. This is the first time you’ve woken up since then. Your veins feel like ice when you realize that you haven't heard the baby cry once. You rip the cover off of you, breaking out in a panicked run across the hall to check on your newborn. You don’t even realize that Remy isn’t even in bed until you slam the door open and see him standing there, your daughter in his arms as he rocks her to sleep in the rocking chair You breathe a sigh of relief as he looks at you with a tired smile, but your anxiety still remains.
“Remy? Is she okay?” You whisper, practically leaping over to his side to take the little one out of his arms.
“She’s Okay, Cher.” Remy replies softly. He stands from the chair, wrapping his hands around your back, the infant snug in between your bodies. You sigh again, taking a moment to look at your daughter carefully, eyeing her chest as it rises and falls, and straining your ears to hear her breathing. Remy gives you a second to get situated, yawning just a bit as he sways the three of you as you stand there. You relax as he holds you both, resting your head against his shoulder.
“Why don’ you go back to bed.” Remy says after a long minute. “That was the longest I’ve seen you sleep in a while.” You frown. He’s not wrong. Your newborn has been a bit colicky lately, crying for nights on end since you brought her home with very few things to keep her comfortable. She has started to grow out of it, but the effects still remained. She cries a lot at nighttime, and it makes you wonder if that’s why you had slept so long, because of Remy staying up to keep her quiet.
“And leave you here? Remy, how long have you been awake?” You ask, looking up at his face. He shrugs, smiling still as the three of you sway.
“I’m fine. I can stay up all night if I need to, as long as you get to catch up on some sleep.” If it were any other circumstance, you might have swooned at the words. As sweet is he is, you can’t let him do that! He begins to step away to place your daughter in her crib, and you hold yourself back from trying to take her from him and commanding him to just go to bed.
“Remy-”
“Ah ah ah, Cher, don’t wake ma petit, now.” Remy cuts you off with a whisper, turning around to place a finger against his lips in a shushing motion. He almost makes you giggle, but instead, you simply shake your head at him. He pulls you into a loving kiss when he’s close enough, running his hand through your hair. You know he’s waiting for you to pull back, to retreat into the bedroom to sleep like he asked you to, but you’re still hesitant. He knows your stubbornness firsthand and chuckles when he pulls back a little.
And now, since many people have told me that they want me to write for him- I am officially opening up requests for him as well:) Like/Reblog/Comment on this post and I will add you to his Taglist!
-his hugs are AMAZING, (you know, cause of those strong muscles ;). )
-he’s the cheesiest mf you've ever met, but you love it
-I'm talking, flowers, fancy dinners, dancing, winning you the biggest stuffed bear at the carnival, that kinda cute shit..
-because he's so big you have trouble keeping up with him while dancing, but damn it, you're determined
-he loves to cuddle
-he really likes it when you fall asleep on his chest or lap (or any part of him). he gets kind of flustered though. especially when wade someone makes a dirty joke.
-he mumbles sweet nothings in your ear in Russian
-he really likes Eskimo kisses
-and nose and forehead kisses
-sometimes he worries he's too intimidating or too large.
-you assure him he isn't
-”Piotr you're cute!”
“y/n, i am not cute. i am.... manly”
“okay, but you're still cute!”
“fine...” he tries to keep a straight face, but he cant cause he thinks you’re cute while trying to convince him that he’s cute
-he has the loudest, funniest laugh. you cant help but cracking up when he laughs.
-you have to introduce him to new music, cause he’s over there listening to some weird shit
-he’s such a goofball sometimes.
-you love your goofball so much.
-you two always support and are there for each other.
-everyone at the x mansion ships you
-Piotr is so good with the younger children at the mansion
-he likes cute things. aka you
-and animals.
-this leads to a date at the petting zoo
-so naturally he picks up the smallest baby animal
-the size difference is so big, you cant help but laugh
-he’s surprisingly a good cook. you not so much, but you help when you can
-you're one of the only ones who can convince hi to bend/ break the rules.
-he’d do anything for you, pretty much
-he’s turned on amazed by how badass you are, he thinks your mutation is super cool.
-you and him arm wrestled and you won (by distracting him with a kiss) he was a blushing mess.
A/N- Hey everyone! i hope you liked this! this is my first time posting my own stuff on tumblr and feedback is GREATLY appreciated. I take requests too! Thanks for reading!
*shoots this at you like a gun in the night* Colossus being a farm boy at the school's vegetable garden. He's working with overalls and no shirt. Reader brings him lemonade as an excuse to ogle
Colossus/Fem! Reader
I'll be the first to admit the southern girl pining in this one is VERY obvious. UGH. Also, thic one is technically a part 2 to the previous Colossus hc but you don't have to read that one to understand this one!
TWS: Not many. Lots of smooching, a little spicy there at the end. PDA. Jubilee embaresses you. Piotr is a little bit more forward in this one, but you'll find out why lol. return of the sundresses!
It's really hard not to stare at Piotr. Really, really hard.
I mean, with how well built he is it's hard not to stare in general, but when he wears certain shirts (or lackthereof) it makes it that much harder.
It makes you feel like a stereotypical well-behaved southern girl. Cooking or baking or washing dishes while pining for the handsome farm boy outside the window. Sure, His metal form is a sight to behold, but you've begin to appreciate the view of his bare skin, sweaty and straining from the work he does.
You used to be normal about it. To be honest, you were so busy with the students you didn't really notice when he would be working outside. But then they started to drag you outside with them, to play and see their cartwheels and look at the plants they've been working so hard to grow. You were really only out there for them, right? Getting to see Piotr was just a bonus. Sure.
But it was really hot outside lately, and you wanted to make sure everyone was hydrating. You sit outside on the patio or picnic tables with a pitcher of lemonade for anyone who would like any. It just so happened to be the one place with a perfect view of the garden and anyone in it, but surely, you'd never make any excuses just to sit and oogle, right?...Right?
It’s a hot day out today, and the students weren’t the only ones out enjoying the weather. The glass of the pitcher is cold against your hands as you pour another cup for one of the kiddos, smiling at their bright and happy thank you before they run off into the garden again.
Piotr is working hard in the garden for the umpteenth day in a row, simply wearing overalls, bare-chested underneath them. Every time he raises his arms, you get the perfect view of the muscles on his side, and it’s becoming a sight you were sure you could get addicted to. His arms, too. And chest, and side, and… any part of him laid bare, really.
“Whatcha lookin’ at?” The voice startles you, and you almost yelp as you whip around to see Jubilee, popping her gum loudly as she gives you a knowing look.
“Nothing! Nothing. Just… enjoying the garden.” You say, shrugging your shoulders with a nervous smile. Jubes cocks an eyebrow at you as she sits down on the chair right next you you, leaning against the table with a mischievous smile.
“Are you ever gonna ask him out or what?” She chirps, and you smile bashfully, shaking your head at her. “Come on. It’s not like you two aren’t basically married already.”
“Just because kids call us Mom and Dad doesn’t mean we’re married.” You respond, waving at a kiddo as they pass by, on their way to excitedly show everyone the snail they found in the garden. You can see Jubilee smiling smugly, humming a disbelieving “sureeee” under her breath. You wave her off, rolling your eyes at her once again.
“Did you want something to drink or not?” You huff dramatically with a smile. You can see Jubilee think for a minute as you begin to pour her a cup, before an idea flashes through her mind, and her eyes light up mischievously.
“That's a great Idea! Why don't we call Piotr over too?” She says excitedly. Your head snaps up to look at her in a panic, distracted from the pour.
“No, nonono! Jubilee, do not-!”
“Hey big guy!” Jubes calls out, and you’re trying your hardest to resist dropping the glass pitcher to cover your face in embarrassment. Jubilee is smiling brightly as Piotr stands and looks over at the two of you, cocking his head as she waves him over. You swear you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. It was bad enough that Jubilee had caught you staring, but the last thing you wanted was for Piotr to see you all flustered. Damnit! Her cup is very near to overflowing when you catch yourself and put the pitcher down.
“Is there something you need?” Piotr asks once he’s close enough. Jubilee has the cheesiest smile on her face, opening her mouth to say something when you take the chance and cut her off before she says anything embarrassing.
“-We were wondering if you wanted anything to drink!” You say, perhaps a little too quickly. Piotr smiles at you in a way that makes your heart flutter, and you can't help but return it, face still flushed. He nods, and you hand him a glass, trying not to get distracted as you pour him a glass of lemonade. Jubilee has a smug look on her face as you do. Maybe you can blame your blush on the heat, right? And not on the fact that Piotr very clearly wasn't wearing a shirt under his overalls, showing off the build of a Greek god hiding underneath. You had a weakness for any of his low-cut shirts, including the ones that show off his sides- and these overalls framed him just perfectly.
You’re overly cautious when you finish the pour, setting the pitcher down carefully as you watch him gulp down the summertime refreshment. He thanks you politely once he is done, nodding at you as he places the cup back on the table. A young student comes up shortly after for her own cup, and Piotr has walked off by the time she is finished. You don’t mind, knowing he has work to do, but when you turn back around, there is a small flower waiting for you where you usually sit, and Jubilee is smiling from ear to ear.
“Girl, You’ve got it baaadd."
You knew that you needed to stop staring, especially knowing that Jubilee noticed it so easily, but I mean, at least Piotr hadn't caught you yet, right? And hopefully, he never will.
Although the two of you do spend a good bit of time together, much of it was cooking, or keeping up with students. You don't really have time to hang out besides that.
One specific day in the summer, the students were all on a field trip to the local aquarium. Sure, it was an educational trip, but everyone else knew that it was really to give most of the teachers a break. You originally had a few plans on what to do with your newfound freetime, including wearing a cute sundress that you would never risk wearing around the students- messes always around the corner with them. You had a book in had, prepared to read for most of the day, but when Piotr invites you to picnic with him out by the pond, you happily derailed your original plans to spend some time with him.
After you and Piotr had finished eating, you simply sat together, enjoying the quiet sounds of nature. You were feeding the ducks little bits of a leftover loaf, watching as they ate and swam contentedly.
“Why do you do that?” Piotr asks, eventually. You toss another small piece of bread to the edge of the water, watching as one of the ducks swims over to snag it. You hum curiously in response to him, leaning back on the picnic blanket.
“When you stare at me in the garden. Why do you get so embarrassed when I look back at you?” Your face erupts in flames at the question sitting up quickly to look at him better.
“I- I don’t stare!” You exclaim, and Piotr only cocks an eyebrow at you.
“Lying is not your strong suit, Любимая, and I am not blind.” He chuckles. You open your mouth, but can't seem to form any words, mortified knowing that he had seen you staring- multiple times! You look away from him and back at the lake, knowing that there is no hiding your blush. Piotr shifts his weight towards you.
“Okay, fine I… Maybe I do tend to… linger, when you are outside. It’s just…” Once again, you seem to be at a loss for words. You press your lips together, trying not to bite at them. When you look back up at Piotr, he's leaning closer toward you, looming over you with a soft smile that gives your heart a kickstart.
“I am listening,” Piotr reassures you after a long moment of your silence. Piotr’s smile is unwavering, soft, and affectionate. The heat from your cheeks seems to have migrated up to your brain, melting whatever had still remained in your skull. You’re looking at him as he awaits your answer, but you can’t find your words, too busy looking at his face. Your eyes drift from his pretty irises to his lips more times than you would like to admit, frozen on the spot. Piotr notices, and having always been an action-over-expression kind of man, he mercifully takes your moment of struggle to lift your chin in his large hand, and swiftly close the distance between you.
His kiss is sweet, and loving, and you have no clue how to process that. You’re wide-eyed, heart stuttering in your chest before you relax a little. Your eyes begin to drift closed when Piotr pulls away, a concerned look on his face as his thumb brushes across your lower lip.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No!” You’re quick to say, a hand quickly reaching up to catch hold of his wrist. You wince at yourself, the words coming out a bit louder than intended. “I just… didn’t think you felt that way about me.” You finish, swallowing nervously as your free hand bunches your skirt in a tight grip. Piotr gives you a confused look, cocking his head to the side.
“What do you mean? Are we not already “together” ?” He asks. The words are enough to have you slack-jawed in shock.
“Wait- what?” Piotr furrows his brow at your confusion, his other hand coming up to brush some hair out of your face. His hands are warm, and you try your best to resist leaning into the touch.
“We are a couple, yes? I was under the impression you wanted to take things slowly.” He smiles. You think back to every time he walked you to your room, or helped you in the kitchen, or brought you gifts, and wonder if you really had been missing all the signs to the point where you were clueless about your own romantic relationship with him.
“No, We’re not-” You stop yourself before you finish that sentence, knowing for a fact you don’t want him to get the wrong idea. ”I mean, not that I don’t want to be a couple! I just…” You don’t know how to finish that anymore, his hands fall into your lap, and you end up cringing at yourself as you hold your head in your hands. You take a deep breath to collect yourself. Piotr moves to where he is facing you from the front instead of the side, chuckling just slightly as he slowly moves your hands away so he can see your face.
“You don’t mind when I stare?” You ask, shyly looking up at him.
“I like it when you stare at me,” Piotr responds. Your breath catches for a moment as he leans in again, pressing his forehead against your own as he presses another chaste kiss to your lips. And then a second, and third.
“Yeah?” You whisper, breathlessly, and it makes him chuckle again.
“Yes. And I like it when you wear this dress.” His hands begin to wander up and down your clothed thighs, slowly bunching up the fabric as he leans you backward.
You wouldn’t mind making up for all the lost time. And hey, at least the two of you would be alone for a few more hours.
DUUUDEEEE imagine Piotr secretly sketching you during his free time since he’s an artist 👀
YESYESYES IVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT SO FREAKING MUCH. Or like relaxing with him somewhere and like you're reading and he's sketching something. He gets dragged off somewhere or has to go handle an emergency and forgets his sketchbook that just so happens to be open. You don't want to look because it's an invasion of privacy but well... when it's just out in the open like that? You take the smallest peak and see all these pretty sketches of you from just today and instantly die. Piotr notices your big bright smile when he sits back down, and asks you if everything's alright, and you just smile and nod.
Or even him secretly giving the sketches to you?? Leaving them where only you can find them? AGDHSJSNAN god I'd keep them till the day I died.
He loves his students but sometimes they say confusing thinks like “YEET!” or “Cash me outside how about dat!” That’s were you come in to watch all the popular vines with him and explain all the memes. He is so relived that he doesn’t have to go to Wade anymore! Imagine him quoting a vine and his students just losing it. He feels so excited to be apart of the laughter!
