#xavierschool

[marvelsupergirls]

The one with Quentin Quire’s Revolt! My original copy!

Oh Quentin you little snot! Even Ivar couldn’t stand up when the good guys came back:

Yeah, that’s you Quentin!

[justmutantproblems]

#justmutantproblems

When you're trying to pass your driver's test but you're still exhausted from last night's schoolwide explosion.

[raizagabriel]

Auntie Emma 💎

[destiels-w]

Chapter One: Not Always Bad

Pairing: Reader x Wolverine

Word count: 1541

Warnings: None, except you're a boss cagna

sorry if this isn't the best it will get better i have a idea! Thank you all. <3

7:23. Class begins with Professor Storm. Today we were learning about Mutant History. All the mutants that were publicly proud to be so. Which is crazy to me. Being a mutant wasn’t always easy. Especially when you had two mutations. Telekinesis and earth element control. Professor Grey and Professor Xavier work with me daily for them both, they’re only concerned about one though. Ever since I was 13, they’ve taken me in and taught me.

 Lately they’ve been dealing with a new mutant that came in with Rogue, and Magneto. Rogue is really gnarly, actually. She tells me she came with a man, more animal than anything from what I hear. She’s into him, I can tell.

 “Y/N, are you listening?” Professor asked, as I giggle with Rogue about some joke she said. I quickly straighten up.

 “Yes, ma’am.” I shot back.

 She nodded and walked back to the whiteboard. She continued to talk about the great inventors and even Presidents that were secretly a mutant. Interesting to say the least. Professor Grey walked in.

 “Good evening, Storm. Can I borrow Y/N for a while?” She said with a perfect smile. I stood up and fixed my flannel button. We walked out the door and downstairs where Cerebro was. Nobody has seen it but the professors. I walked in to the metal doors.

 “Is there something I did wrong, Professor?”

 “Call me Jean.” She said sweetly, “And no, nothing is wrong. Just a check-up with Charles.”

 As I walk in I notice a tall man with cigar hung by the lips. His brows furred together, gripping his cigar with his fingers.

 “Who’s this?” he ruffed.

 “This is Miss Y/F/N,” Professor Xavier rolled to us, “Welcome. Please, take a seat.”

 I sat on the side of the tall medical bed, as Jean put stickers on my head. The unknown man made heavy eye contact with me.

 “Y/N, this is Logan.” Jean introduced. He held his hand out, I stared at the three scars between his knuckles, then to his rough face. Taking a long stare at his combed hair and patchy beard, I then looked down.

 “She doesn’t talk much, not with new people at least.” She said to Logan, “Its okay, he won’t hurt you. He’s a friend” she then said to me.

 I looked back up at him, then spoke. “Hello” came from my mouth quietly. A quick but sweet smile at me. Followed by his cigar being pressed to his mouth.

 The regular tests were done; same questions were asked.

 “What’re you guys doing to her?” Logan asked as if he’d been waiting to ask.

 “She’s undergoing tests to make sure she’s not developing more than she should be. She has two mutations as opposed to one.”

 “What does she have?” He questioned further

 “You know, I’m right here.” I spoke aloud, not completely meaning to but not entirely regretting it.

 He looked at me for an answer, confused with my talk, I suppose.

 “I have telekinesis and I can control the elements. I guess they just go hand in hand. His face was stuck in a confusion.

 “She’s very talented, Logan. I am sure you could learn a few things.” Charles said with a wink to me followed by a smile.

 “If you know what she ha- you have, then why poke and prod? She’s just a kid.”

 “She might just be a child but she has level 4 abilities. She needs to be watched.”

 “You’re trying to control her.” Logan protested.

 I slowly move the ring off my finger and swirl it around my hand. Listening to the bicker was somewhat interesting. I knew what I had was powerful and that it needed to be tamed. I was dangerous and I didn’t really see it as them controlling, just looking out.

Jean butted in. “I’ve been working with her to concentrate her abilities and learn to control them. Not the other way around. She has made fantastic progress.”

 They let me leave and told me to be back tomorrow. Logan said something, then followed me out.

 I tried to ignore him and walk to my room. I didn’t have to share, thank god.

 “Hey, kid!” He hollered. I turned around to face him.

 “Yes?”

 “I. uh, just wanted to make sure. You know. That you’re okay.” He mustered out

 “I’m okay. Thank you.” I gave a smile.

 “Well, good.” He said after a second of silence.

 “You’re not good at making conversation, yanno.” I pointed out.

 “I, don’t deal with children.” He looked down. Maybe he’s not always bad.

 “I'm not a child, I’m in my twenties, thank you very much. I laughed at how incredibly awkward this man was. I studied him and started walking away. He stood there, like a deer in headlights then walked back to the room.

I walked to my room and Rogue was sitting by my bed.

 “Y/N!” She exclaimed, I like to think she was my best friend and I was hers.

 “Hey girly, what’s up?”

 “I have so much to tell you.” She smiled.

“Yeah, me too. Actually, about the guy you came with. Logan?” Her face turned.

“Logan? What about him?”

 I tried to even fathom what he was trying to do earlier. Protect me? Stand up for me? “Well he was just asking a lot of questions about me, really. Then asked if I was okay after my tests”

 “Oh, I have news about Bobby! yanno, the guy I have a thing for…. Ice Guy? Yea, we’re getting lunch” It then seeped I that I would be eating alone.

 “OOooohhHH, I know him. That’s great! I'm so excited for you.” I swallowed my anxiety of being alone and became happy for my friend. We talked a little bit more until it was time for lunch.

 She met bobby outside of my room, and I slowly became third wheel before silently excusing myself to the bathroom.

 I walked in, and there stood, Maggie Trout. A nasty girl with a nasty attitude. She could multiply herself. All 3 of her was standing in front of the mirror trying to figure which lipstick looked best. Typical, honestly.

 “What’re you looking at, bitch” She emphasized. I was not one for violence but I wish in so many ways that I could drop rocks on her perfectly curved face. Strike her with lightening. Smother her in vines. But, being a GREAT Samaritan I am I will refrain.

 “No, just trying to go pee.” I shot back.

“Sorry,” as she filled the bathroom stalls up with 7 copies of herself, it then left no room, “they’re all taken.” Her devious, cunning smile was enough for me to grip my fists together. I shut my eyes so I could no longer see the face haunting my bad side. I felt the ground rumble, as the sky went black through my eyelids.

 I heard a soft voice, “cut it out, prick!”

 Why she decided to egg this on, I had no idea. But I was not having it, gripping my teeth, I march towards her. An arm grips me tightly and pulls me back, both arms now wrapped around my torso as the ground continues to shake.

 I grind my teeth as angry tears fall down my face, my breathing now heavy.

 Jean who was now in my head, softly cooed a child’s rhyme that continued to calm me down.

 “Y/N I need you to take a deep breath.” She said with a gentle voice. I still struggle silently and less aggressive to break free, which then became no struggle. The hands I was being held with was not Jeans, but with Logan’s.

He picked me up and carried me to the down stairs office. I was approached by Storm, Jean and Professor Xavier.

 Storm came first with a soft yet assertive touch to her voice.

 “You can’t do things like that, Y/N, it’s dangerous.”

 “I thought it was pretty bad ass” Logan laughed, which came to a halt as they all gave him looks. I was most disappointed to let down Jean. She had almost become a mother figure to me. She said nothing but simply looked down with arms crossed.

 I knew she was upset and it broke my spirits.

Charles looked at me for a second or two, reading me, I guess.

 “I understand your rage, your hurt and how you feel, Y/N. But that was a dangerous thing you did. If it happens again, there will be grave coincidences. Is this understood?”

 I nodded my head with an apology shortly after.

 “You may go.” Professor said. And with that I walked out.

 Logan’s POV

 “Why not, Charles?”

 “She doesn’t need a protector; she needs to learn to control herself.”

 “Tell me I’m not the poster child of learning to control yourself” I said with a sharp tone.

 Charles gave me a look, along with Scott.

 “If you can give me your word you can keep her under control, Logan. You may watch her and help her. If by a month’s time, nothing has improved then we will take matters into our hands and take care of it.”

 Maybe Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters wasn’t always bad.

[splittheganthony]

Name a more iconic duo, I'll wait.

[fiddlesticksimagines]

A German valentines day

This is my first attempt at writing for a more comic based Kurt, so I hope it’s alright. I did some research on valentine’s day in Germany, which is where some of these ideas came from, if anything is off or wrong please message me and let me know.

Master list

  You woke early, with the intention of getting some grading done before your first class. Hastily you pulled on your clothes, as the birds sang outside, and rushed your way to the kitchen, shoving a slice of fluffy bread in the toaster, and flicking the kettle on.

After your slightly hurried breakfast, cheeks still full of toast, you bundled up your stack of papers and continued on your way to your classroom, down the hall of Xavier’s.

Pulling your jacket a little tighter around yourself, trying to keep the mid-February chill out, as you rounded the corner, and pushed your classroom door open with your back, allowing it to swing shut of its own accord, behind you.

Setting your papers down on your slightly messy desk, you noticed out of the corner of your eye, a single Gardenia sat on top of a stack of marked papers. Your brow furrowed in confusion, glancing around to see if whoever had left the rare flower was still in your classroom,  before you picked up the pretty blossom gingerly, stroking the petals gently, allowing your mind to wander to who might have brought you such a gift, a wistful smile hovering about your lips.

You brought the bloom to your nose before setting it back down, and getting to your work.

After marking a handful of papers, you were startled by a low bamf, that seemed to almost bounce off of the walls of the empty room. Glancing around for the source of the noise, you found a gingerbread heart, sitting next to the gardenia, on your desk. By its side lay a beautiful amaryllis flower.

Your suspicions grew, with the sound that came with the appearance of the delicious looking biscuit. It was much too quiet to have come from the blue demon like gentleman that you had hoped, but their was no body else who could make that sound.

Formulating a plan in your mind, you feigned working, as you discreetly kept your eye on the  stack of papers. Before long, that same sharp soft bamf filling your ears.

Kurt froze when he saw you, a slight look of panic in his amber eyes, as he placed a stuffed pig with a queens Anne’s blossom held in its mouth, among the growing pile of gifts.

A grin growing across your cheeks, while his own flushed slightly, a sheepish smile showing the very tips of his pointed teeth.

“you really didn’t have to do all of this.’ You murmured, the sudden realization of what all of this might mean, hitting you, while butterflies fluttered wildly in your stomach.

Kurt raised his three fingered hand, stroking a thick finger lightly across the soft skin of your cheek, ‘but you deserve it, and I wanted to.’ He protested lightly, his thick accent like honey, swirling in your mind, making it fog slightly.

A mischievous smile twitched at his lips, as he realized what affect his voice had on you. His hand cupped your cheek, as though it was the most delicate of porcelain. Before leaning in, over your desk. Brushing his nose against your own, desperately trying to contain a giddy smile. Before he pressed his full lips to your own, in a warm soft kiss.

  Have a great day and be safe

[mytraveltoons]

After watching Logan I was reminded of my visit to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Or at least where it was filmed...

[emmafrostcovercollection]

Uncanny X-Men #495 (2008)