AHi've been having the worst time trying to keep up properly with messages lately so if i take a long time to get back to you it's just because i'm a mess but i still love you allMore Like This
Charles Xavier x Mutant!Reader ~ Mind FlirtYou were sitting right in front of Charles at the dinner, surrounded by other mutants, like Erik, Alex or Hank. You were a telepath, just like Charles. And you were quiet an attractive one. Charles cought your eye quiet a while ago and now you saw an ideal moment to have a little fun. Who knows, maybe he won't hate you after this? You did find him handsome and smart, he was your crush. But you couldn't stop your mishievous nature. So you bit your lip, smiling at the telepath.More Like This
- Reading someone's mind? - You asked in his mind. He shook his head a little, surprised by you and he smirked a bit.
- Says the one who just did the same. - He answered, as you took a bite of a strawberry from your desert. - You are acting different lately, love.
- Love? Did I just got an promotion? I'm flattered, Charlie. - You said looking at him with a mischievous smile on forming on your lips. - What does it mean, 'you're acting different'? Be specific, darling. -
Minor Injury (Young!ErikxReader) One-ShotIt was a cool summer morning when Erik had stumbled across you in the gardens of the institute. At first he wasn’t sure if had actually seen a person, what with him having sleepless nights and stressful days, he felt that it was natural that he’d start hallucinating at some point. But when he approached the rose bush in which you had disappeared behind, he saw you. Your (e/c) eyes snapped up to his, looking curious, shocked, and embarrassed all in a flurry of seconds.More Like This
“I’m so sorry!” you said, nervous smile gracing your lips. “I didn’t mean to cross into private grounds. Actually, um….” You cleared your throat awkwardly. “I did. I wasn’t sure if this was the right place since it’s so beautiful, but by any chance, is there a Charles Xavier here?”
Erik’s eyes looked you over curiously. “You’re here...for Charles?” he asked a bit skeptical. “I didn’t realize the man actually h
Gambit x ReaderGambit x Reader for eddyslilsisMore Like This
AN: I tweaked this request a bit but I hope you enjoy it all the same. The reader’s power is that they can make a person’s body believe that the weather has changed and make the body react to this change. The reader is eighteen in this piece and Gambit (Remy) is twenty-two.
You sighed as you heard your foster parents arguing for what seemed to be the thousandth time as to what to do with you. You had been a part of their family for a while, ever since your mother had placed you in foster care, and today your report card came home and your grades were all straight A’s.
Now if this was a normal family, your parents would be ecstatic but sadly your family wasn’t normal and seemed to think that their twin children were perfect angels and the “addition” to their family shouldn’t be performing better than the supposed angelic children.
These “angelic” children came waltzing into the room,
My Dork (Gotham!RiddlerXReader)"I just don’t see how you do it, kid." Harvey Bullock, one of the detectives at Gotham PD stated to you bluntly.More Like This
"How I do what, Harvey?" You replied from your desk with a smirk, looking up at the gruff detective with a smug stare.
"Put up with Nygma, he’s…he’s-" he began to explain.
"Smart?" You asked, cutting him off, not quite appreciating how everyone treated him around here.
"I was gonna go for obnoxious." He complained, taking a seat at his desk across from you.
You only rolled your eyes at the statement, you could never quite comprehend why everyone here was always so hard on Ed. He had been your best friend for years and not once have you ever found him obnoxious.
A dork no doubt, but never obnoxious.
"Uhm. Excuse me [F/N]?" You heard a voice ask behind you.
"Speak of the devil." Harvey grumbled as he resumed his work, trying his hardest to block out the conversation.
"Oh, hey Eddie!" You exclaimed with a smile, turning your chair to greet your best frie
Wheatley X Reader: Core Conversion CenterYou swiped away a strand of your (h/l), (h/c) hair, long-fall boots clinking against the catwalk you were currently venturing down. A portal gun was in hand, Wheatley tucked firmly under your free arm. He had turned on the light implanted in his core, making sure you didn’t fall to your death. And ultimately his. However, as you were walking, you came across a rather long fall. “Wheat, look down there.” His light shone down to show where the catwalk had just suddenly fallen off. “Oh, that’s dark, isn’t it? And a long fall. Probably not important. Not at all. The other end of the catwalk’s just over there. Must be something important on that side. But not down there. Nope.” You didn’t listen. You never did. In fact, you held him against your side and simply jumped, hitting the bottom floor hard. It was dark and musty, the portion small and cramped by broken test chamber bits. You maneuvered around them, pullingMore Like This