ohgoditsashley

You were with Charles for a long time now. Even long time before he met Erik. You were a mutant, though not a special one. You just could never be hot. You always felt cold. Students loved you, you were always kind to them, very funny and just lovly. Other teachers liked you too, and Charles... Charles was madly in love with you. Though after he met Erik, he changed. He didn't have time for you anymore, and that hurt you deeply. But you never said anything. Xavier was always worried about something, when you wanted to help him, he was pushing you away. He was pushing everyone away. But then a new girl, a bit younger than you and Charles came

  Y/n looked down at the forty-foot drop below her. This was not how she wanted to spend her evening. She had never been a good at climbing trees and yet here she was, at the very top of the tallest tree on the extensive lot of Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. Y/n had moved into the school a few mouths ago. There weren’t that many students there yet, it was still starting up, but she loved all of the friends she had made. Y/n had immediately hit it off with Charles. He was witty and handsome and charming. What more could a girl ask for? She was pretty tight with Erik too. It surprising actually, he wasn’t exactly a

BOOM! You smacked hard into the hard concrete wall. Your head was spinning and you could feel your consciousness slipping. If not for your mutant powers, you'd probably had died from the impact. Your body could absorb the impact and turn into energy you could use yourself, kind of like the mutant Shaw you had encountered a year before. "Come on, ____! You must try harder than that!" Charles shouted from the sideline. You glared at him and dodged a punch thrown at you. Closing your eyes, you filled your lungs with air and felt as if time had slowed, as if you had all of the time in the world to focus all of your energy in one punch. Your ey

[Reader's ability is to manipulate the vibrations in everything around. Like causing an earthquake, changing the shape of water, unleashing vibrational pulses etc. Reader can't really control it because of the painful memories.] You never had good contact with other people since you discovered your powers. You saw your mutation only in a bad way, as a curse. Everytime you got starled something nearby - often made of glass - was turning into milion tiny pieces. Surprising you, scaring you was dangerous for everyone around, so when Pietro decided to scare you at the Halloween party, a disaster happened. Basically he showed few inches from your

You 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. - 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 answer

   Damn, your boyfriend is pretty. How can this one man be so attractive? Feminine, yet manly; he was a perfect mixture of both. You always thought he was even prettier than you. Of course, it was really his personality that mattered to you, but his looks were definitely a plus. So many things about him were wonderful; he had a dazzling smile, clear complexion, great personality, treated you right. He was perfect. What always caught your attention, though? His amazing hair. It was so nice and luscious, you had to say it was much better then yours. The way he flipped it, ran a hand through it, tied it into a ponytail. It was all so attractive

It was starting to get eerie with Lukas watching over you like that. He had been staring at you ever since you came over to the Nordics’—as you liked to call the interesting group of five people—house for a sleepover. “Emil, did I do something to make your brother mad at me?” you asked your quiet, yet passionate friend. “I don’t think so,” he answered. “I think it’s more along the lines of him being too shy to talk to you.” You made a face. “So instead he just stares at me? Don’t you find that a little creepy?” Emil grimaced. “I’ve had to get u

   (Name) nervously paced back and forth. A pregnancy test reading positive in her hand. She let out a breath, trying to calm herself down. What will Absol say?  Will he leave her? Will he stay? These thoughts raced through her mind. (Name) jumped at the sound of the front door closing. She quickly hid the test and put on a fake smile. She walked downstairs and saw Absol with the groceries she had asked him to get.        "Did you get everything I asked for?" (name) asked through her forced smile. Absol nodded, his red eyes watching her. He knew her smile was fake, but chose not to ask why. The rest of the evening went on as usual, the two