Mattie-William

"Come on (y/n) It'll be fun!" Mikasa insisted as you both sneak through the mess hall. It was after curfews you see and everyone has agreed to meet in the lunch room for a nice, clean game of hide and seek. "Ughhh but I seriously am not in the mood with childish games!" You protest as you sneak further and further towards the lunch room door. "Everyone is waiting for you, stop being such a stick in the mud and learn to have fun" "Stick in the mud?!? Mikasa I am the definition of fun! I'll prove you wrong!" You mumbled, taking wider and stronger steps towards the door. As you reach your hands towards the doorknob you can hear a whole load

"Levi~, how much work is left." You moaned as you read through the stacks of papers as the stoic man glanced at you from the seat next to you in the Library. His nose pinching slightly in distaste. "that's Lance-Corporal Levi to you Squad Leader (name)." He muttered as you shot him a quick smile of apology before he returned to his book, shifting to lay on the window seat as his silver eyes flickered over the seemingly intriguing words; your (e/c) eyes watching his sculpted features with both intrigue and near longing. You quickly shook yourself and looked away before you were pulled in too far by the darkness of his ebony bangs, not noticin

Truth or dare is the annihilator of all friendships and innocence. The catalyst of World War lll, some would say. Anyone who dared to chose dare, especially from Jean, never got out of it without punishment. There was always the looming possibility of death. Having said this, you stare your own death down. Steel gray eyes burn straight through your soul, not amused in one bit. Your shorty of a Corporal's fists twitch at his side, as if trying not to launch himself at you and strangle you. You giggle nervously and back away, but the predator stalks forward, following you: the prey. ~~~Earlier~~~ "What's the matter, (Y/N)? Too chicken to pi

WARNING(16+): Mild sexual theme. Read at risk. “Oh, (Name)!” You looked up from wiping the tables you were assigned too. Your (eye colour) eyes glimmered to the radiant light shining from the light bulbs. Your (hair colour) dazzled in front of many customers from the sunlight that grazed upon your soft locks. Your maid outfit that had engulfed tightly around your body shifted gracefully back and forth as you averted your attention towards the sound of the girl’s voice. “Please attend to table 2, when you finish wiping that table.” Your manager of the day spoke. “Y-Yes!” You stuttered a little, wiping

"Charles?" You ask looking at the shell of the man you love. "Charles, I have something to tell you." "And what would that be now? That I have to eat more? Yes, I know. And No, I'm not hungry," He says, continuing to look out the window of the study. "Um. It was more of a me problem than a you problem." Charles grunts. "I'm leaving." He slowly turns his head around and looks at you. The glare he gives you rattles you. It makes you cross your arms and look away, as to stop feeling ashamed. "Why, may I ask?" "I was offered a position in the army: Chief Medical Officer of the 381st battalion in Vietnam. I took it. I ship out tomorrow." "No"

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

Alex held out his hand and Y/n took it. He could feel her shaking. Y/n held his hand tightly, and the knife even tighter. Her whole body fluttered like a leaf in the wind. ‘Dad would be so ashamed,’  She thought.  ‘Going with a stranger; being so weak.’ Y/n brought a hand to her face and wiped away the still remaining tears. Alex pretended he didn’t notice. The two mutants walked hand in hand back towards the road. The trail was twisting and snake like and as they walked around one of its many turns, Y/n gasped and stumbled back in surprise. She brought up the knife in front of her. There was another man st

 Y/n was raised a survivor. She had to be. Growing up in a mutant-phobic culture was hard enough with out the added pressured her father put on her. Her father was a good man. He loved Y/n very much. He wanted to raise a daughter that would live long enough to see a better world. But often his good intentions didn’t translate. Y/n’s mutation was dangerous – anyone could see that. She didn’t need a match or a lighter to create a spark; she could do it with a snap of her fingers. And a lot of unfortunate things had occurred because of this. When she was five Y/n wanted to show parents how cool the leaf pile they ha