like charles or something

captain-maaarvel  asked:

I have a request!! I'm in the need for some Charles Xavier x reader. Maybe something like Charles helps his s/o with her depression. Like something different than the usual "sorry, I'll help you feel better" but maybe something like..Charles really understands what's happening inside her brain and helps her understand it as well, he really goes the extra mile to help reader. Some angst and fluff at the end. Thanks for talking my request!

Warnings: mentions of depression and bullying.

Summary: Y/n was never really happy, but meeting Charles would certainly change that for her future.

This story take place during and after days of future past!
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Y/n sat in the car as the the four men drove, she was by a young teenager with silver hair,
So why’d you come with us, if you’re so doom and gloom?“ He asked leaning back in the chair,
“Because I’m bored of my life, it’s not very interesting, I see no point in it, this however, this seems interesting.” She answered looking out the window, Charles sighed,
“So you’re a mutant but you think your worthless.” He stated, it bugged him to know this,
“Well don’t worry, you’re a lot better company in the future, way more happy than you are now anyways….” Logan smirked, why did Y/n get the feeling he was telling the truth?
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Charles wheeled around the mansion, he was hearing Y/ns thoughts again. He placed his head in his hands, the threat to the mutants was gone, and she had decided to stay,
“Y/n……. please stop thinking that, you know you’re not worthless.” He said to her, they had grown close over the past few months and Charles was Helping her with her mutation,
“Charles please stay out of my head, it’s not somewhere you would like to be.” She answered, Charles was trying to understand her, he knew about her years in school, how the other kids would bully her and tease her, he knew she could never get over being a mutant,
“Not until I can help you, please.” He started to wheel closer, staring up at her with his blue eyes,
“I’ve been in that awful place, I can get you out, trust me.” He said, she sighed,
“Because all mutants are special.” She mocked, he stared up at her and spoke,
“Because I believe your better than those thoughts.” She placed down the book she was reading and looked at him,
“Prove it.” She said, Charles reached up and placed a hand on her head,
“I know your special because no matter how many times you say you’re a monster or that you are worthless you still help those who need it.” He said, what was he doing? He slowly brought her face down and looked into her eyes, he started to lean forward, closing his eyes he pressed his lips to hers and waited, Y/n was stunned for a few seconds, but when she kissed back she could no longer feel the sadness inside her but instead felt a tinge of what she could only assume was happiness, whatever Charles was doing she didn’t mind, pulling away Charles finally told her,
“I remember meeting a girl who couldn’t find a point in living, and I proved her wrong again and again, Y/n I will keep proving you wrong, I know what it feels like to be lost but I will help you find yourself.” Charles eyes started to tear up when he saw her face, She didn’t think she was worth it yet, but he would try everything to prove he wrong, like he promised. He knew one day she would see her worth, if Logan was right he could save her like he saved countless others.

I spent ten minutes in his rooms. If you think I fucked him in that time you underrate me.
—  Damianos “I can go all night” of Akielos - Kings Rising by C. S. Pacat

Can you imagine if one day Charles Xavier does show up in a future season and David just becomes so confused and stressed and everything becomes even louder and he starts curling in on himself, but then suddenly without any warning everything stops. He doesn’t know if he’s ever felt this way before, and he’s afraid to even think the thought, but hell. He’s pretty sure he’s completely healthy right now. Charles explains that he won’t keep him in that state for long, but he just wants to talk to his son in a more comfortable way, and David just has tears in his eyes as he whispers to himself “it’s so quiet..” with a small laugh of disbelief.

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It was 1974, get over it already!

I hardly think there’s a statute of limitations on betrayal and disappointment, Erik

This is obviously crack because Wanda would never let her children ask their grandpas for advice. She wants them to succeed. 

FYI- I think this is the moment when Erik realises he loves Charles:

Like, you can see hints before that, but it’s always in the things that Erik doesn’t say.


Erik stays when Charles asks him to, but he never acknowledges it.


Erik looks at Charles like he’s something precious, but he never voices it.


And in that moment at the mansion, Erik is so so vulnerable after letting Charles into his mind, and instead of Charles using that exposure as an opportunity to manipulate Erik- as I’m sure countless others have done in the past- Charles gives Erik a gift, and tells him:

In response Erik still doesn’t vocalise his feelings, but there- in that tiny little clench of his jaw- is everything.

For someone who has spent years considering himself as nothing more than a monster, to be told he’s more than the broken man Shaw has twisted him into is so powerful.

Who couldn’t love Charles in that moment?

Honestly, this whole Cherik idea was all out of fun, some of you coming at me about it is beyond ridiculous. Like if you hate the idea of it so much or feel the need to ridicule me about it, get the fuck off of my blog. Chances are Marvel won’t do anything about it, but that’s okay. At least we came up with something that most of us agreed with or wanted to happen so that’s all that really matters

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anonymous asked:

could you do one where the reader wants a pet and barry keeps saying no by eventually gets her a puppy or something cute??? thanks!

A/N: This is merely a little blurb because it would be too short for a full blown imagine. Tell me your thoughts and if you like these types of shorter-blurbs and maybe the future may hold more.

“What about a dog?” You asked, your head hanging off the couch, legs sprawled out over the back of the couch, while you watched Barry type away on his laptop.

“A dog?” He glanced over from his seat at the counter, an eyebrow raised questioningly.

“Yeah! I mean, I’ve always wanted a huge dog, like a Saint Bernard or a Shar Pei but I don’t think that’d work in this apartment; might have to stick with a small dog. Something like a Charles Spaniel or even a Dachshund! Those are too cute.”

Barry jokingly rolled his eyes as you had basically begun rambling to yourself about what type of dog would be best, completely disregarding the time and care that went into having a dog.

You, however, caught that eye roll and were quick to call him out. “What? Are you more of a cat person because I will honestly be so shocked because I cannot at all picture you with a cat. As soon as one of them accidentally scratched you, you’d be ready to return him–I can picture it perfectly.”

Barry abandoned his work (hopefully he wouldn’t get sidetracked and forget about it again, unlike last time), and came to sit beside you, motioning you to flip over correctly and face him. “First, you’re definitely correct, cats are my natural born nemesis and all of them despise me. And second, how would we even care for a dog, doll? We’re barely home and if we are it’s usually just to sleep or eat.”

You pouted, realizing that he was right. But that didn’t mean you liked that conclusion. You spent more time in this apartment than he did and you knew for a fact that it was lonely wandering the hallways in an empty house. And having a dog would definitely solve that problem.

“Oh c'mon, doll, put that pout away,” he smiled, leaning forward to suck on your pursed bottom lip. “You gotta understand that it’d be unfair to get a dog if we can’t give it our full attention, right?”

You nodded in defeat, slightly brushing your lips against Barry’s while doing so, causing him to seal his lips to your for one final kiss before pulling away. “Maybe one day, when things settle down we can get a dog but I don’t think it’s best right now…”

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That was nearly three months ago and you hadn’t given that conversation a second thought. Why would you? All Barry’s points made complete sense and at least he agreed that maybe the decision would change in the future when thing calmed down a bit.

However, returning home for work, you fumbled with the key before you managed to unlock the door and push it open.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary; all the lights were off so you had assumed that Barry had yet to get home and you quickly headed to the bedroom to begin your nightly routine.

While brushing your wet hair after your shower, you heard the front door click shut and quickly finished your hair and left to greet Barry.

What you didn’t expect to see was him struggling with a small English bulldog puppy who had managed to wrap it’s leash around his ankles. “Cmon, pumpkin, gotta unhook you first so you don’t get tangled like this,” he huffed in a hushed tone, crouching down to untangle the poor thing. “There ya go, now you can go find mommy.”

Barry was slightly surprised when he stood back up and saw you staring at him with wide, questioning eyes. A puppy? The man who was adamantly against getting a puppy had now just set one free into your apartment. “Uhhh,” He shrugs, smiling as if he had gotten caught doing something wrong. “Surprise?”

“Surprise?” You sputter out, glancing down to the puppy who was now pulling on your pajama pants leg, demanding attention. “Weren’t you the one who argued against a dog yet you’re the one who caved and brought one home?”

He cracked a smile as his arm lifted up to awkwardly rub the back of his neck as if he was caught red handed. “Was against it at first for all the reasons I argued but you did get some good points in there and I guess I kinda saw the light and thought I’d surprise you for your birthday or Christmas. You see, long story short, I was on the way home when the pet store had all their puppies outside and this little girl was so nervous she was in the corner shaking. All the other puppies were barking and vying for attention so no one really noticed the little runt in the back, but I set my eyes on her and knew that she’d be so loved with us and would never have to feel anxious or left out with us.”

During his whole spiel, you had snatched the puppy up into your arms, wiggling your fingers as she gently gnawed on them. Barry spoke as if he waited to be reprimanded by you but that apprehension faded as he watched you happily play with the puppy–knowing that he had made the right decision to adopt the small puppy into your family.

I 👏🏾 DON'T 👏🏾 WANT 👏🏾 A 👏🏾 TWIN 👏🏾 SPENCER 👏🏾 REVEAL 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

it’s such a cheap ass and basic ending to me. like we have had enough surprise sibling reveals in the finales (Mary Drake/Jessica, Cece aka Charles/Ali) like no, do something different. Please… I’ve dedicated my life to this show since 4th/5th grade.. I’m a junior in high school now. Don’t disappoint me

Bad Feeling - Benedict x reader

A/N: Err… Well, I’m still alive! It’s been a while, but I’m finally free from any responsibilities for now, so here’s this night’s first request! I’ll be posting lots of stuff tonight, so for my fellow night owls out there; enjoy the ride ;D
Also, sorry for the shitty name, i have no imagination whatsoever

Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch​: Benedict x reader. Benedict comes home early from filming. To surprise his girlfriend. Only to find police and the press outside their home because they were broken into while his girlfriend and their new puppy were inside when it happened

Word count: 1774
Warnings: none

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It Started With A Storm

Hello! Cid here. I’ve never written fanfiction before or published any writing online, so I’m new to this. If there is anything I could do to improve this, please tell me! This will continue to be a series, but I’m not sure about the upload schedule. There are not a lot of warnings in this chapter but this will develop into to some deeper parts of Alexander’s past in the next chapter, so please be careful! If you have any questions, don’t be scared to ask them!

Ship: Jamilton

Words: 1320

Warnings: Minor swearing

It started with Alexander not checking the weather. The sky’s looked bad that afternoon but looked worse that evening. He wasn’t sure where John, Lafayette and Hercules were, because they were typically already by Alex’s side hours before thunder starts rolling. Alexander was currently sitting up in his bed, messy hair all over his face, tears brimming as he checks the weather on his phone. He decides that going to The Revolutionary Set Minus One’s dorm would be the best decision, seeing as the little do not disturb signal was next to the group chat. He didn’t really care though, so he sent the guys a quick ‘where are you didn’t you check the weather’ text and got out of bed.


Alexander picked up a black Twenty Øne Piløts T-shirt off the ground and put it on. It was a little big, going past his hips and ending about halfway down his red gym shorts. Alex picked up his phone and puts it in his shorts’ pocket, but doesn’t bother putting on shoes while he jog-runs down the hallway to Laf, John, and Herc’s dorm.

To Alexander’s horror, he arrives at the Revolutionary Set’s dorm and on the door, below a sign that reads ‘Revolutionary Set -Alex’, there’s a post it note that reads ‘Gone fishing for women’. That’s immensely ironic because John is gay as fuck and Lafayette and Hercules are practically married, even though they aren’t even dating….yet.  Alex considers heading to his sisters’ dorms, and it seems like a good idea until he realizes he would have to walk outside, into the storm, to get to his sisters’ dorms so that’s a definite no. A loud crack of thunder draws Alex out of his stance in front of Revolutionary Set’s dorm and brings him back to reality. Before he knows it tears are dangerously close to spilling from his eyes and he sprints back to his dorm in fear of having memories resurface.

He rushes into his dorm room with a flurry, slamming the door shut and leaning against it to support himself, with tears still threatening to from his eyes, and notices that Jefferson, his dorm mate, was at his desk observing Alexander’s’ erratic behavior. He wasn’t there when Alexander left. How long did Alex stand in front of the Revo Set’s dorm? Alexander was creeped out for a second, but remembered that Jefferson and Alexander were unfortunately assigned the same dorm. They were Columbia’s well known arch rivals. Some say they hated each other out of jealousy, some say for challenge, and rumors go round that its sexual tension. ‘If they weren’t enemies they’d be lovers’. What kind of disgustingly cliche crap is that? Jefferson coughs to catch Alex’s attention, because at the moment, random space had preoccupied him.  Before Alexander can explain himself for the commotion, Jefferson asks a very important question that  neither of them can answer.


“Why aren’t you with the rest of the gremlins?” Alexander stopped and thought for a second, realizing that out of the year and a half he’s known Jefferson, and 6 months he’s lived with him, Jefferson has come to notice he spends storm days with the Revolutionary set.

“I-I actually-y honestly don’t know actually. They left-t a note saying-g that they went to go 'fish for women’”. Alex’s voice shook a bit due to the buzz of emotions. Alex prayed to everything good and holy, like Doritos, that Thomas didn’t notice the unsteady quality in his voice. It would make him seem weak and vulnerable. That’s the last thing Alex wanted an enemy to witness. He still stood in the awkward position of leaning against the door as if he was trying to keep someone out. Alex refused to make eye contact with Jefferson, who was still sitting on his magenta velvet covered sheets across the room. Alex expected Jefferson to not speak again, seeing as he got his answer, but Jefferson said something that Alex took the wrong way.

“Those fuckers.”

Alex paused for a moment. Of course Jefferson wouldn’t want to be around a sniveling crying mess like Hamilton. Alexander turned and started reaching for the door handle.
“I g-get if you d-don’t want to deal with me. I-I’ll walk over to my sisters-”
Once again, Jefferson had surprised Alex. When Alex had turned the doorknob halfway, someone’s hand met his shoulder. Alexander jumped a little at the contact, and turned sharply to see Jefferson standing behind him.

“No no you don’t have to do that. I’m just a little annoyed that your support group went to go get shit faced when they knew you would need them tonight. And I am NOT letting you walk in the rain.“
Thomas was smiling sweetly by now, giving Alexander a warm, fluttering feeling in his chest. Like butterflies. But don’t you only get butterflies around people you like though? And Alex didn’t like his pompous pringle of a roommate, even if he did have a flattering figure and an amazing face- wait a second.


Alexander decided to speak up after a few seconds of silence. “So what are we g-gonna do about-t i-it?” And as if on cue, more thunder rumbled a little bit louder this time, making Alex submit to water in his eyes, letting out a small whimper as the tears rolled down his face.

“Well I’m going to do this.” Jefferson scooped Alexander into his arms, bridal style. Alexander yet out an embarrassing squeak, surprised by being picked up.

“You’re a lot lighter than I expected to be, Hamilton. You need to eat sometimes.”

Jefferson easily strode over to Alex’s bed, and set Hamilton down carefully.

Alexander was reminded of his self hate towards his body, something he developed when he was still with Lee. Alex mumbled something, thinking Jefferson wouldn’t hear him.

“Charles likes- liked me when I’m when I’m skinny.”

Thomas was confused about this ‘Charles’ character, so he just said the first thing that came in his mind.

“Well, Charles sounds like a real dick.” This got a giggle out of Alexander, a small, but real one.

Thomas walked over to his own bed and got an idea. He scooped up his computer and crossed the room, back to Alexander’s bed.

“Can I sit next to you?” Jefferson asked Alex in a soft voice. Alex nodded his head, sat up, and moved over a bit to give Jefferson some space to sit. Jefferson plopped down on Hamilton’s bed, sitting on top of the covers.

“What kinda stuff do you like to watch? You seem like a horror and science fiction documentary kinda guy if I’ve ever seen one.” Jefferson was practically on the dot with that assumption. Alex loved creepy shows, most of them in the form of documentaries like the X-Files and Making A Murder. He decided he didn’t want anything real or scary at the moment, so Thomas started playing a random episode of parks and rec. They were watching the show peacefully until a crack of lightning illuminated the room in a ghostly white, and then a shocking boom of thunder trailing it afterwards.

Alex jumped and a sob escaped his lips, letting more tears flow. Thomas moved closer to Alexander until Alexander was almost sitting on his lap. Thomas leaned over the side of Alex’s bed and picked up a green fleece blanket from off the floor, and wrapped it around Alexander and himself. Alexander leaned into Thomas, probably aiming for the shoulder, but the height difference had other plans so he ended up leaning on the side of Thomas’ chest. Alexander thought that Jefferson was going to push him off, but instead Jefferson leaned into Hamilton right back and wrapped an arm around his middle. They sat like this for a good thirty minutes, and Thomas was wondering if Alexander was getting sleepy of if he was already asleep. His unspoken question was answered.

Set by stars

✖ Characters/relationships: Charles Xavier x Reader, others

✖ Genres: Domestic

✖ Summary: Raven was always interested in zodiac signs and she tries to use her knowledge to find a perfect partner for you. @Anonymous

✖ Disclaimer: All characters are at least 21 y/o unless stated otherwise.

✖ Word count: 1897

A/N: I know this fic wasn’t next in the list but I wanted something happy and light to help me ease back into writing after this semi-hiatus. I hope you all will like it because it was fun to write.

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