Green Wisp: Quicksilver x Reader“I-I don’t think we should bring her,” Charles says with uncertainty thick in his voice. Logan rolls his eyes; his protectiveness of the teenager is aggravating him to no end.More Like This
“Ok Bub, remember how I’m the one from the future? I know she can handle it. Trust me on this one and take her with, you’re underestimating the girl.” Charles chews on his lip and runs a hand through his shaggy hair before placing his arms akimbo.
“Still, even if you were from the future as you claim to be, the Y/N that you would know is a grown up. She is fifteen blasted years old right now! She simply isn’t mature enough to break into the pentagon with us.”
“I don’t think maturity and breaking into the pentagon go hand in hand,” Hank mutters and pushes his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose as they begin to slip down. Charles glares at him for a moment before turning back to the brick wall of a man who had turned Erik a
Lucky Me - Ireland x Dom! ReaderMore Like This
~~~Author's Note: There is a lesson here that is learned at the end of this story. I do hope you get a kick out of this.
Have fun reading!~~~
Oh. No. How could you have been so blind? Wearily your eyes roamed the streets as you went on your lunch break. Quickly your shoes hit the pavement and thankfully you reached the other side of the sidewalk before the light turned green.
"Crap. I totally forgot what day it is!" Why didn't you look at the calender or something? Its no wonder he sounded brisk over the phone. "I have to remind myself to call him after I eat. I haven't even said 'Happy St. Patrick's Day' yet." You put a hand to your forehead. Why couldn't you have a normal boyfriend who didn't give two cents about this holiday? An unexpected chuckle flitted from you. Ha, that's right. Its because your boyfriend wasn't just anyone, he was a personification of Ireland.
Though it was always obvious you both were an odd couple (you were only a hum
Future Trunks X Reader- Part 6~Trunks POV~More Like This
“Trunks, what is going on? Why are you outside?”
I turned around seeing my mother in the doorway in her sleepwear. She yawned, holding her hand over her mouth.
I realized I was staring and snapped out of it.
My mother’s expression turned into a confused one.
“What about (y/n)? What happened, Trunks?”
“I um… I...”
I struggled with trying to get the words out. I couldn't say them. My mother walked outside ,towards me and put her hand on my shoulder.
“Tell me what happened to her, right now.”
“I hit her...on the stomach and she ran out the door. I can’t find her.”
My mother let her hand up from my shoulder and slapped the top of my head.
“You what?! You idiot! Why would you do that?!”
“It was an accident! I didn't mean to! I just got angry by what she was telling me! By... what you told her to tell me!
StevexVillain!Reader Pt. 6 I'm SorryMore Like This
The helicarrier was painted red in the flashing lights. Steve tore through the halls in search of the attackers.
It wasn’t her.
It couldn’t be.
She didn’t blow things up.
A hole had been blown in the side of the helicarrier from the inside. Whoever it was managed to go undetected since takeoff.
He turned a corner and nearly slid into the wall before regaining his footing and running towards the breach.
He saw the door that would give him access to what he now realized was one of the cargo holds.
The door slid open as he approached and revealed utter chaos on the other side.
Life has a way of making you humble
Day after day it's bringing you to your knees
all's okay, then everything crumbles
And all that you perceive is blowing away
A massive hole dominated the scene. Jagged bits of metal stuck out.
StevexVillain!Reader Pt. 5 All the Way DownMore Like This
Voltaire-All the Way Down
The sun goes down while children listen,
All the way down.
Black as a crow is the space in which you,
Leave me standing.
All the way down.
Another sunset. Another day.
She slipped into the party. Only to be met with a star-spangled shadow.
After the usual banter in which she threw mocking comments in his direction and him trying to stop her, she slipped from the party with a grin burning on her face.
Giggles erupted from her chest as she slipped through the fading light of the streets. She suppressed the voice in her mind which repeated the same words over and over.
Down an alley.
Up a fire escape.
Onto the roof.
She was met with the cool breeze and the last warm touch of daylight. It caressed her back, causing her to close her (e/c) eyes and take in the wonderful feeling.
Turning to gaze upon the s