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fuzzyxelf

          ❝ ----I missed you. ❞

[theblackfleur]

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4. Showing up late for a date

she’s going to be late, and she hates it. normally she runs on time, maybe even a few minutes early, but today it seems as if the whole world is trying to make her late. 

they haven’t had a real date in weeks, and while yes, they’re only kicking everyone out of the mansion kitchen to make dinner for themselves, it’s the only time they get to have alone anymore.

grading takes forever, covering two of logan’s combat classes seems even longer, and by the time she shoves the last group of kids out of the danger room, she’ll be late even if she doesn’t change.

she sprints down the hall, telekinetically rearranging her costume into a dark dress and boots, and bangs through the kitchen door, directly into her elf.

he’s wearing an apron over his suit, and a chef’s hat is perched on top of his head.

he looks ridiculous.

god, she loves him.

❝       Sorry I’m late, liebe.❞

[firebxrd-blog]

Jert uvu

shops for groceries: i feel like jean would go, just to stop kurt from coming home with sauerkraut and oreos instead of food they actually needkills the spiders: whoever is closest to a shoe. after fighting sentinels  on a weekly basis, spiders don’t really faze them anymorecomes home drunk at 3am: kurt. his best friend is logan, come on!makes breakfast: usually kurt, since he’s awake first on most days.( jean usually makes eggs when she does breakfast, in case you’re wondering) remembers to feed the fish: kurt, but just barely.decorates the apartment: jean. kurt tries to help, but she puts him on ‘port-this-across-the-room duty, and does all the creative work herselfinitiates duets: kurt, in german.falls asleep first: jean, since she’s falling asleep with kurt completely wrapped around her 

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Kurt played with her hair as they laid together in bed one lazy Sunday morning - after church, naturally. He didn't need to say a single word, nor felt the obligation to speak, just contented with running his fingers through her hair.

jean closed her eyes as he fiddled with her hair, head resting on his chest as he twisted the strands together. he could do this to her hair all day if he wanted. (and there’s a good chance he might, if they don’t get attacked again.)

'…That feels good.'

[amxgdala]

fuzzyxelf

           "You know, as charming as your teleportation                is, I much prefer when you're not dangling from                my chandelier when you've reappeared."

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[text; mein liebe] logan smelled me during briefing today[text; mein liebe] apparently i smell like sulfur now[text; mein liebe] just in case you couldn’t tell, i blame you for this[text; mein liebe] don’t worry— i’m still planning on cuddling with you when you get home tonight[text; mein liebe] i know you think i’m scared of you but i’m really scared of me and what i’m going to end up doing to you

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10. Your muse has angered mine, and my muse is holding a gun to your muse’s head. This is what happens next.

"Kurt Wagner, you will pay for your crimes.”

phoenix has risen, phoenix has awoken, consumed, and the soul of jean grey is no longer within its borrowed flesh.

the weapon is cold in her flaming hand, and the man on floor raises his hands in a terrified surrender. the gun barrel finds the warm skin of his forehead, pressing against the blue vein pulsing across it.

"The woman you love is g o n e, because of your actions. I trust you are pleased with the outcome?”

her finger is curled around the trigger, teasing it gently in preparation to squeeze. his blood shall be the first of gallons, to be purged from this earth.

3...

2...

1--

the mask shifts — only for a moment — and phoenix s h a t t e r s.

jean grey crumples, gun clattering to the floor as her skull hits the tiles. she cannot kill this man, she cannot. she may have solidified her own death, but she cannot let him die. 

           ”— —K-Kurt?”