do you ever realize you ship something and then simultaneously realize that you ship it really hard and then you just sit there and physically ache from how perfect they are and you just have to wonder where exactly it was that your life went so downhill
you mean….. my life
I AM SCREAMING THIS IS AMAZING
it’s based on the post about the two boys who for punishment for fighting at school had to hold hands with eachother or risk suspension
PERFECT. THERE IS EVEN THEIR OLDER SELVES IN THE BACK, OMG.
i lOVE THAT TAG AWWWWW
Yup, definitely going along with this.
where is your God now
Office AU wherein Charles gets back to his desk after lunch and Erik has done this to his computer
because Erik is a troll.
Charles cannot prove it was Erik, but he knows
just like he knows that last time he went on holiday, it was Erik who made sure every horizontal surface in his office was covered in neat rows of thumb tacks, point-up
despite the fact that they were on holiday TOGETHER.
I need this fic to happen
Charles is just returning from lunch as he reaches for his mouse to wake the monitor from sleep mode. He busies himself with divesting his coat and placing it over the back of his chair before turning to look at his screen.
His right eye gives a twitch at what greets him. What there is or rather isn’t to be seen of his normal background (a cozy looking leather chair in a corner with a lamp and bookshelves surrounding it) has somehow transformed into an endless sea of standard Windows cursors. Preventing any hope of finding the actual mouse on the screen.
“Bloody—Erik!” Charles whirls around from his desk to face the walkway between the office cubicles, looking straight at Erik’s own cubic prison. He hears Erik’s chair creak, as the man leans back in it to make eye contact with Charles, before raising an eyebrow in lieu of answering.
“Erik, what the hell did you do to my desktop?”
“I don’t know what you mean, Charles. What’s wrong with it?” Erik responds, voice curious of all things.
Charles snorts in disbelief. “Come off it, Erik. I know it was you. There is no one else around my cubicle during lunch.”
Erik rolls his chair into Charles’ cubicle to investigate the screen in question and actually has the gall to smile as if soaking in his victory. Erik tilts his head and hums, “My, that is a problem. But what proof do you have that it was me?”
Charles makes an aggravated sound and just looks at Erik disbelievingly. “Who else is it going to be, Erik? No one else takes the time or effort to go out of their way to irritate me.” He refrains from mention the last time he accused Erik of doing such a thing though Erik seems to have no such compunctions.
“Charles, this is starting to sound like that one time you accused me of placing all those tacks on your desk when you were on holiday. Mind you, you had no proof then. As you have no proof now.” Erik smirks. The bastard actually smirks.
“Fix it so I can get back to work, Erik.” Charles says through clenched teeth. The man was absolutely infuriating sometimes. If Charles had half a mind more he would consider filing a complaint. Except he admits, that work would be boring.
Erik turns to face Charles and gives him an assessing look. It makes Charles uncomfortable to be the object of such scrutiny, as if Erik had heard that final thought. He fidgets a moment in his chair before breaking the contact.
“I’ll fix it on one condition.” Erik finally says.
“Oh and what’s that?”
“You join me for coffee.” Erik face is entirely blank, causing Charles to be unsure whether such a request is a prank or not. It becomes obvious that he has let the pause go on too long given that Erik raises his eyebrow in an expectant, “Well?” He feels his cheeks pink up before he gives a curt nod of acquiescence.
Erik smiles then with all his teeth, before leaning over Charles and tapping a few things on the keyboard and changing the background to its normal state once more. Just as he is about to roll back into his own cubicle, Erik smirks and says “See you after work, Charles.”
HAHA yes perfect.
And then Magneto uses his power to drag Charles’ ship back to Earth. I mean, his pregnant husband is running around the galaxy slaying aliens while doing research, while having an andriod and a cat running after him, I am sure Magneto is worry.
My crazy dream adventure.
Sorry for any grammatical errors and spelling.
Oh dear…mpreg is definitely not my thing, but this is so unbelievable cute I could reblog over and over.
Plus, BAMF!Charles who only cries because there’s no ice cream and want to have tea parties in alien planets? Sold!
D’awwwwww! It’s wonderful! ^____^
WHERE IS THE FIC?!