#alphaflightsnorthstar

I care equally about Kitty being with Piotr as well as with Kurt. (I don’t mean both at once. That could get messy…)

...and suddenly, Kurt's fear that Mystique would shift to look like him to seduce someone feels so much more reasonable...

"He's famous but I can't remember why..."

"I'm... not sure. A couple of hours, maybe?"

She heard footsteps outside her office. She picked up her head and took a sip from the cold mug of tea on her desk, waiting for her teammates to come inside.

Maria is a creature of habit. Each day, while she waits for her café con leche at the local coffee shop, she stares idly out the window. And each morning, a bicycle messenger zooms by, a hat with a delicately curled brim smashed over a cacophony of curls that no mother could ever tame, a pair of mirrored goggles snapped over his nose, and a grimy pack on his back. He never had her attention for very long, just in that split second that he flashed past, but she always had his. After she’d pulled a child out of his path many mornings prior and he’d had to slow down to mutter a quick apology, he’d been struck by her radiance and seemingly effortless, fluid grace. Now, every day, he stole a lingering glance through the smeared windows, daring to avert his eyes from the sidewalk for that second, even if it meant taunting death.

//I was going to do this elaborate thing about drinking but I've already written something-->  http://playboy-billionaire-etc.tumblr.com/post/64559605947/landfill-ii-drabble

[text] Professor, I am so, so sorry. If you could just forget that text ever happened I would be so grateful.