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Saw you were taking requests and i realllly need some mick mars fluff. Something super lighthearted like snuggling in bed or a movie night where kick is being all affectionate. Thanks!
Sorry it took so long to get this out, was trying to make sure it was good before i posted it.
January 7 2022
Mick finished placing the popcorn in the table before he heard the front door open and heard footsteps coming into the house making him smile, tonight he wanted to show his wife how much he love and appreciate her, with him working on his new album and the tour getting ready to kick off plus with her working at the hospital and the shift she has be working and it makes it hard for them to even have time together. So tonight he chose the time when she would be off tomorrow and he had absolutely nothing to do tomorrow.
He heard footsteps in the doorway and turned to see his wire standing there with eyes wide open, “what is all of this Scarlett said looking at all the stuff and looked to her husband. “Well I know with Me being busy with the tour and album plus you working the odd shifts you're working and I feel like we need to have some time together and this is me showing you how much I appreciate you and love you. “Awe baby you Didn't have to do any of this," she said, coming into the living room and giving him a kiss. “I wanted to honey because you have been keeping everything in working order around the house while also working which amazes me and I think it's time to show you just how much I appreciate everything you do.
“This is so sweet," she said, coming over to give him a kiss, as they sat down, Mick give her a wine glass filled with sparkling water. “How long have you been planning this?" Scarlett said, looking at Mick before he grabbed her hand. For a long time things didn't work out but now the time Is right. Mick felt Scarlett place her head on him and smiled real big as he started the movie. Midway through the movie Scarlett felt mick hands massaging her back which made her place a sign of relief because all day her back had been aching real bad. “That feels good," she said, making Mick smile and he kept doing it. “You know I'm Lucky," she said, turning to Mick, “I have a husband who finds time to show me love and appreciation and it is just the best thing.
“I'm the one who is lucky, " he said kissing his wife, “My wife works odd hours and still finds the time to clean the house and keep it in working order. Throughout the whole night Mick showed Scarlett how much he appreciated her and the next morning Mick woke up to see Scarlett lying next to him snuggled as a bug, “he gave her a kiss as he saw her eyes open to look at him. “Last night was amazing but being here cuddling up to you in bed is even more amazing," she said, laying her head back down. Most of the nouring they just laid in bed talking about the changing of the seasons and what has been happening in the world.
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Dogs of war feels it was written from chat gpt
I haven't listened to dogs of war yet but will listen tonight and then post my review on here.
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Dogs of war sounds like a generation swine left over thank god I didn’t stay up to listen to it
Everyone go buy mick’s album
I agree on everyone's buying mick album, I haven't listened to dogs of war, but now i am curious.
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A lot of people don’t realize how bad a porn addiction can and how it can mess up your brain
Yes, I agree, a porn addiction is the worst. A lot of people think oh porn is nothing, but the Lord knows it can cause you to get hooked and mess with your brain for sure. People need to wake up and realized a porn addiction is a bad thing to have because it is harder to quite.
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I think Vince has a really bad sex/porn addiction or maybe he just never changed
I believe that too, but I don't think vince changed. If he did, then great, but if he is hiding things, then go figure. But I wouldn't doubt he has an addiction to that. He seems like the kind who loves that thing.
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Vince better deactivate X before he starts seeing his name trending for his likes 🥴
Yes, I agree, I haven't really be catching up on x. What has be happening over there with them
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Nikki gonna regret everything once Donna comes out with that book to expose him
Yes, I agree with that. He will definitely regret it for sure and I so can't wait
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Carlee Russell got sentenced to probation or whatever and the judge said to her face it would be a waste of resources to throw her in jail like what about all the money and resources she wasted for the people looking for her
I agree that all the money and resources wasted when they could have been helping someone who was really kidnapped. Probation is good, i guess. I'm glad she didn't walk.
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Nikki still is big headed and acts like he did nothing wrong I don’t get how mick dealt with them for over 40 years
Now I see why people don’t respect them
I don't know how mick dealt with them either, I guess he toughed it out. I don't respect them at all nor do i follow Motley crue. Nikki will keep acting like he did nothing wrong because he thinks he can't be taken down and that he is better than anybody else because he has money. Nikki needs to worry about Ruby and Courtney and his new grandchild.
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The thing is people who make false allegations don’t face any repercussions. It’s up to the district attorneys to decide that and 99% of the time they don’t do it unless it’s a staged kidnapping or something like that girl in Alabama named Carlee Russell
True, aw, yes, the woman who faked her kidnapping. I haven't really kept up with that but I'm curious on what there gotta do because that is a serious crime
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I still can’t get Nikki’s ableist tweets out of my head. I won’t be surprised if more stories come about him and Tommy and Vince from regular people who encountered them
I agree, I stopped following nikki on Twitter, but I wouldn't be surprised either. I only hope that Nikki pays for the slandering he did to mick while mick filed the lawsuit
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Sheila Kennedy waited until that the gnr tour wrapped up and filed a lawsuit right before it expired
The anonymous woman who sued Tommy Lee is facing a “delay” in medical records
Yeah it screams money hungry and if it is true that they lied and did this for money they need to be held accountable
Yes, I agree 100 percent. If the women lied and only did it for the money, then they definitely need to face consequences for their actions if it's a lie.
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Axl’s could get released because the lawsuit was filed right before the law expired like no one finds this strange
I agree with that, I find it strange. I mean, if they did do it back, then why not filed right then and there and wait years before it expired. I think most women want tons if money and they see rockstars and actors and actresses as big money .your right it is awfully strange
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Tommy Lee could get his SA case dismissed because Steven Tyler got his dismissed so did the founder of inter scope records jimmy
And now axl rose is trying to his case dismissed to
What are your thoughts on this
My thoughts are this, If they did it, then they needed to share the consequences of their actions. Tommy Lee, in the past, has done some things that landed him in jail. I'd all three did do it, then they need to have consequences, but if they didn't do it and it is just a lie, then I am all for it getting dismissed
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A King Can't Survive Without His Queen
Pairing: Charles Xavier x pregnant reader
Summary: Charles's past decisions start to creep up on the life he desperately wanted.
Warning: drug mentions, pregnancy complications, miscarriage mentions, medical references
It was quiet in the library.
Any other day, you would have liked the quiet. No kids were studying or trying to escape from something like class. As the head librarian, you caved in to have these kids stay longer. You made them focus on something more interesting than have them worry about what's bugging them.
Unfortunately, that wasn't ideal advice as you couldn't focus on the book in front of you. You kept on staring at the clock on the wall, seeing that it's only a few more minutes to visit Hank down at the laboratory.
Realizing you can't just burn your eyes through the clock, you got up from your seat. You suddenly felt dizzy, as you caught the edge of the table to stable yourself.
You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. As your thumb brushed back and forth across your sweater, your hands soon cradled the bottom of your protruding belly.
"We'll be okay." you whispered to yourself and your unborn baby.
Soon, you walked to the elevator and went downstairs alone.
The lab's doors opened for you, and you see Hank setting up.
"Hey." He says, giving you a sympathetic look.
"Hi." You said, hugging him.
He lets go and looks at you. "Is Charles coming?" he asks.
You fold your lips inward, shaking your head no.
Hank bowed his head, feeling bad.
"I'll let you get situated, you can lie down when you're ready."
You look behind him to see the folded hospital gown that was on the examination bed. You walked beside him and got dressed behind a curtain. Once you were ready, you slowly walk to the bed and lied down, only staring at the blank ceiling.
"You didn't eat any food in the past two hours?" He asks, as he starts prepping your IV.
"No, I made sure I followed procedure." You said.
You followed Hank's guidelines seriously. You made sure of it.
As Hank prepares, your thoughts started to flood your mind.
"I haven't seen him all day." You said out loud.
Hank stops what he's doing, looking down at his shoes.
"He should be here with you." Hank said with disappointment.
All you could was feel a pang in your chest.
"He blames himself, Hank. He can't even look me in the eye because he knows he'll fall apart. I can't do that to him, not now or ever."
Charles finally found himself again after everything he's been through. After the incident at the White House, he immediately started school again. Students began their studies and training, and soon, the school became a home again.
But Charles knew he had to do one more thing:
He had to make things right with you.
Your relationship was fairly new after the events of his accident on the island. Although he tried to move on from it, it was a hard recovery. Charles often woke up in a bead of sweat, screaming. He could still feel the bullet going through him.
Worst of all, his friend did it and just left him.
You tried your best to help but he didn't want it. He said he needed to stand on his two feet, and so he did.
Hank created a serum that could make him walk again, but it cost Charles to suppress his telepathy. He didn't even think for a second about the precautions before he took it without warning.
He thought he'd be happier. He could walk with you hand in hand without people giving you weird stares at the park or have your first dance together as he planned to propose.
But he became different.
He took the serum like it was drinking water for him, and you didn't like it. This wasn't the man that you fell in love with. You two often got into arguments, for days on end. You know addiction when you see it, and how it corrupts a person.
He got angry, but it was more at himself than at you. He knew that he had a problem. He just wanted to feel normal, or just feel something. But all he felt was sadness when you decided it was time to leave.
You can't see the man you love the most succumb in his own hurt and pride.
Then one day as you were heading out of your small apartment, Charles was at the door in his chair.
"I was a fool to lose you once, I don't think I can bear the thought of losing you again." he said.
Charles knew he was far from forgiveness, but you somehow stayed.
Soon, you moved back to the school and resumed your position. It wasn't long when you and Charles tied the knot, only inviting close family and friends for the small ceremony.
You two finally found your happily ever after.
But happily ever after never lasts forever.
Hank was done setting up, as he was getting ready for the procedure.
"Do you want me to go over what's going to happen next?" Hanks asks.
You shake your head no and he sits next to you on a steel stool.
"I know it's scary, you weren't planning this and-"
"Hank." You interrupted.
He could now see how your eyes became red and puffy.
"I don't need you delaying the inevitable." You whimpered.
"You may undergo so many complications. This medicine I made hasn't been tested. I can't risk losing two lives."
You look down at your belly, a teardrop falling down on your gown.
"Then save theirs." You said.
Hank looked grim, but he stood up to get ready for the procedure, picking up a long needle containing the serum.
You lay down on the bed, getting ready.
"I believe in you." You said to Hank with a trustful gaze.
Hank took a deep breath and prepped you, then inserted the needle through your IV.
You forced yourself not to cry, choosing to bite your tongue and close your eyes. He took away the needle, quickly got a wand, and performed a quick sonogram.
Looking at the screen, you saw your baby. Their heartbeat was loud and strong.
"We won't know any results until further on, but for now everything looks good."
You realized you were holding your breath until you had to draw some air. You were somehow relieved, but you knew that other tests were ahead.
All you had to do was wait.
Hank encouraged you to sleep and it wasn't until you immediately drifted off. He then stepped out for a moment, feeling angry.
This shouldn't be happening to you, Hank blamed himself for making that suppressant for him and Charles. He didn't realize that the negative effects could be passed down genetically. You and your baby's health were in jeopardy. He rushed to make the medicine since he diagnosed you as you came into his office a week ago, unconscious. Charles had to carry you in his arms all the way down to the lab. Your husband was yelling at you to wake up and even tried using his powers.
But you didn't wake up till the morning after.
That changed you and Charles when Hank gave you the results of why you were having intense symptoms. He should have done something sooner, and that's why he chose to do this procedure alone.
But that didn't mean you had to be here by yourself with no support, you wanted someone to tell you everything will be okay. He tried what he could, but he knew it wasn't enough.
He looked down at the wristband as it was connected to your heart monitor. As long as it didn't beep like hell, he knew you were fine.
He storms off upstairs, feeling his anger build up.
It was now around nighttime, and he was glad that most of the kids were sleeping.
He takes a sharp left and found the room he was looking for.
Hank almost rips off the doors of the personal study as he found Charles staring off in the distance by the window.
"You really need to get over yourself." Hank gritted.
Charles doesn't look away, not even flinching at Hank's words.
Hank scoffed at his friend, crossing his arms.
"She's downstairs, scared out of her mind and you can't even just stay at her bedside. What kind of husband are you?" Hank asks.
A beat pauses before Charles spoke out loud.
"A husband that couldn't even protect his own child."
At that moment, Hank lost all of his anger.
Charles turns around, now looking at something in his hand. He tosses it to Hank. He looks down and realized it was the past vial from the suppressant.
"I kept that with me, as a reminder of the mistakes I made. I was supposed to help people, and instead, I only cared about my wants. Lastly, I let go of the best thing that happened to me.
It was a miracle that she wanted me back. She saw that I was changing for the better. But I'm still that selfish man."
Hank goes up to him, sitting in a chair.
"It's not your fault, Charles. We couldn't have possibly known the suppressant-"
Charles looks at his friend, tears brimming in his eyes.
"I should have tested myself before we got married. And she's downstairs fighting for our baby's life, Hank. I am the cause of her pain. I can't forgive myself if we lose our baby."
Charles roughly wipes his face.
"All of the signs were there, and I was too blind to see it. Her sudden fatigue, throwing up every single hour, the dark bags under her eyes. Then in the middle of the night, I- I thought she was coming back to bed. Then when I saw her on the floor, not moving..."
Both men were silent. They were both guilty of what happened. But that didn't mean they should be strangled within it.
"Is... Is she alright?" Charles asks.
"She's a fighter. Even told me off, not wanting to waste a single second for the procedure."
Charles chuckles.
Hank gets up and places a hand on Charles.
"Be with her." Hank said before he made his way out, letting Charles alone with his thoughts.
But one thing was for certain, a king can't survive without his queen.
A few hours later, you started to wake up. Your eyes fluttered open, glad that the lab lights were dimmed to your likeness. You then hear small noises at your side, looking over to see your husband softly snoring as he placed his head near your hand.
You couldn't help but smile to yourself. Hank suddenly popped out of the blue, looking down at a clipboard. He then looks up and sees that you're awake.
"Morning." Hank said.
You give him a small smile, but your eyes go back to your husband.
"How long has he been here?" You ask.
"He came down an hour after you fell asleep, almost pulled an all-nighter."
You look down and softly whispered to your husband.
"Charles." You said.
He slightly stirs till he flutters his eyes.
"Hi..." he says in a groggy tone.
He rubs his eyes and look at Hank.
"Is there any update on her test results?" Charles asks.
Hank smiles brightly, bringing his clipboard in the air to showcase it.
"There's no more trace of the old serum. Her bloodstream is clean along with the baby."
Your hand flies to your abdomen, relieved to hear the amazing news. Your other hand grabs Charles' hand, squeezing it.
"Thank you, Hank." You said through happy tears.
"Of course. And because this was a success, I'd like to give the medicine to Charles too, just in case you guys want to try for more kids along the way."
Charles nods his head vigorously. "Let's do it." he said.
"Good, I'll make another dose for tomorrow."
You can sense how Charles must feel horrible right now, and the way he slept didn't do much good.
"Do you think we're able to head upstairs?" You ask.
"Yeah, you two can settle back in your room anytime." Hank said as he left you two.
You turn in the other direction and see a new pair of clothes waiting for you. You swing your legs out from the bed and began to stand. Charles left his spot and tried to shadow you in case you fell. You realized that your dizziness disappeared.
You then changed to your fresh clothes and you and Charles walked out, hugging Hank before you left to your shared room.
You two didn't say a word yet until you both settled in your room.
Charles didn't know when was the right to speak. In the past days, he could only blame himself for what he almost did to you and the baby. He failed to carry his wedding vows to you. You then sat on your bed, rubbing your face to eliminate the past tension and weariness.
You look up to Charles, who's about to open his mouth but the words don't come out.
"Hey, let's cuddle right now." You said, making room for Charles. He slowly makes his way to you. Finally, you found each other in your arms and held each other as much as you can with your belly on the way.
"Penny for your thoughts?" you ask out loud, breaking the silence.
Charles breaks out a chuckle, but soon his mood shifted as he began to cry.
"No, no no. Please..." You begged Charles, trying to calm his tears.
"I thought I was going to lose you again, all because of my selfishness." Charles hiccuped.
Your hand soothes the back of his head as the other brushes away his tears.
"Charles, you did nothing of that matter. We couldn't have known of the repercussions," you said.
"But I did. Hank warned me the suppressant was first of its kind, and there would be side effects that can go undetected. I didn't take them seriously, and just finding you unconscious that night..."
"Love, look at me." You said.
His teary eyes make contact with yours as you guide his free hand to your belly.
"I know you've been hurting for so long, but let's just celebrate the fact that we're here right now. We're safe in each other's arms. Whatever life throws at us, we'll be able to fight for our family because we've already been through hell. Let today be our fresh start to move on."
Charles takes in a sharp breath as he overcame his tears. You lean close and kissed. He's blown away as it felt like he was in heaven. You two draw apart and sweeps a strand of hair away from your face.
"I'll forever praise you for protecting our child and for you accepting every fragment of my broken self."
"I'd never thought you were broken, not one bit" You said.
You intertwine your hands together, as all the warmth and love started to fill both your hearts again.
He is your king and you are his queen, and nothing could tear this family apart.
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Gravitational Pull (Charles Xavier X Teen!Reader) *PLATONIC
Characters: Charles Xavier X Reader (also Logan Howlett, also platonic)
Universe: Marvel, Xmen
Warnings: Hints of violence and injuries and possible death, mention of discrimination
Request: Hi! Can you do a charles x r where reader gets rescued by wolverine and taken to the x mansion where they are enrolled. But they have mega dangerous gravity manipulation and a super short and violent tempers, and Charles has to get the r too calm down at different points in the day when he senses their anger. 💟
“Now, does anyone know why some people can have two parents with the X gene and not develop their own mutation?” Charles asked the class in front of him. A few hands raised, and Charles smiled lightly, before pointing to the boy in the back who he knew hadn’t asked a question yet- he wanted it all to be fair and for all the students to feel included.
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—STRANGER
—Logan had been sent back to the seventies to save the world. And to introduce a few future lovers to each other
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—Extra: n/a
To say the proffessor wasn't like he expected would be an understatement.
The Proffessor X Logan knew was a wise man whom, yes had his flaws, but was nonetheless a very sensible man who only wished for the best out of everyone. He was a mentor. A teacher. A father figure to hundereds. And the very same man who was supposed to be the one in his own place, saving the world ahead of time.
But the professor next to him didn't even look like one. He just looked like—a Charles. A very scrappy man named Charles.
Being sent back to the past to scrape together the few mutants who would trust or believe him was a challenge enough. Yet somehow the universe managed to make it harder with the challenge of a few stubborn people with the habit to wallow in self pity.
Logan pinched the bridge of his nose for what felt like the tenth time in the last half hour, jaw set in annoyance as a silver haired boy in the back seat rattled off questions like it was nobody's business.
The steering wheel underneath his hand groaned with the effort he was clutching it with. From the backseat Hank tossed Logan the occasional look, somewhere between a mixture of concern and nerves.
"Where are we going anyways? I ran out of the car a couple miles back and were driving in the opposite direction of the pentagon. Don't tell me you're kidnapping me. I don't think you'd kidnap me. You're too old for that." Peter's voice was non stop. Question after question after question. Like a talk show host. Similar to a talk show host, most of his comments flew right over everyones heads as white noise. But those few particular ones seemed to catch the attention of the other occupants in the car.
"Yes. Thats—that's actually a good point Peter." Charles pointed out, grunting as he adjusted his seatbelt in the passengers seat. He looked rather uncomfortable, and Logam chose to assume he hadnt been out of the run down school for a while. Much less in a car. "Where exactly are we going now Logan?"
"To see a friend." He grummbled. Charles raised an eyebrow, wating for more context, but he offered none.
"Are you always this grouchy man?"
Hank shut Peter up with a kick to the leg.
"I just figured we might need to pick them up. Good for the break in. And my sanity. If were gonna break Erik out I'd rather have somebody to keep us all in check there. Their one of the people I actually like where I come from." Logan eventually relented, taking another turn with the car, leading them all on a gravel road now.
"Them?" Peter piped up, dissapearing with a woosh before appearing right where he had been before. Hank jumped, still not used to it. "You mean the person living in the uhh little brown house two miles from here? It has a nice apple tree."
"The house wasnt brown when I knew it, but yes."
"Do we get to know about this mystery person or are we just supposed to go along with you and walk into some strangers house? We dont even know them." Charles said skeptically whilst cleaning his sunglasses on his shirt.
Logan had to stop himself from smiling.
"You'll get to know them eventually alright."
(Y/n) honestly was fine living off the map. Well it wasn't really off the map per say, just tucked away in a place where few people ever thought to pass by. Besides the occasional gas station or two, there was nothing bit plain empty highway for miles around. The only person who ever came to visit regularly was the young woman who delivered their mail every Saturday.
"Alright! I'm coming I'm coming! Hold on a minute!"
(Y/n) struggled with pulling a spare jacket they had laying around over their black shirt in an attempt to look put together. Nearly tripping down the stairs two at a time it was a miracle they ended up at their front door without any missing teeth.
Their eyes had bags under them, days of sleep seemingly have evaded them. Smile lines and small scars took up the rest of their face like a map detailing every inch of the world. Despite being in their mid twenties, they looked like they had seen more than most of the full grown adults out there.
"I didn't think the mail came untill Saturday Jane! What did you miss me or something?"
Their words faded out as soon as their front door had swung open, giving way to the sight of four very different looking men.
"You're not Jane." They squinted suspiciously.
Logan nearly chuckled at the tone—meant to be intimidating but friendly all the same. Same (Y/n) as always.
"Sorry to disappoint, but we need your help." He kept his distance, letting them test the situation. Litteraly.
Logan knew that if Charles has his powers, he would have been able to feel as (Y/n) entered not only his but all of their heads at once, reaching deeper and deeper untill they found the emotions resting deep inside of everyone. And based on the way that they opened the door for wide enough for them to walk through after a moment, he figured they must have found them too.
Peter wasted no time touring the house, gusts of wind sounding up and down the stairs, (Y/n) blinking once or twice before shaking their head as a result.
"Mutants?" They asked, sitting at the bottom step of their stairs with their head in their hands. (They sat just off to the side so that way they wouldn't get in the way of Peter's joyride around the place.)
"You tell me." Was all Logan said before showing them his hands. Judging on the way (Y/n) scrunched their face up he figured they could feel his pain as his claws broke through skin.
"And now you have boney thingies coming from your knuckles. I'd like to go back to bed now please." They mummbled.
"Listen, we didn't come here to chat." (Y/n)'s focus redirected itself from the guy with the claws in front of them to a new face, accompanied with a brisish accent. And some very odd tastes in style. They wondered if he had cut his hair himself. Or not at all.
Most of all, they could feel the exasperation and exhaustion rolling off of him in waves. Along with a lot of other emotions they couldn't directly decipher. A first in the usage of their powers to say the least. The empath could only get a read on his surface emotions; none of the important ones.
Maybe it was that or the way he seemed to demand apt attention as he spoke, but (Y/n) turned their body to face him with curious eyes. Silently challenging him to continue. It was a stark change in attitude from the disbelief they had been expressing moments ago, but this was not uncommon in an empath. Especially from one such as them.
Logan stepped back with the hints of a genuinely amused smile pulling at his lips, pushing back a very confused looking Hank with him (who at this point was just there to be the civil one).
It was always a sight to see when the two future lovers would get into an in depth conversations. Like watching a game of 3D chess from some other dimension. You knew the basics, but that was all. The real meaning of it all was left to the players.
"I don't know why Logan has brought us here but it must be for a reason. As all things are. But you must know that the world is in grave danger. I do not know what level of convincing I need to do to get you to come with us but—"
"I'll come."
Charles stopped to peer down at them through his sunglasses. (Y/n) didn't break eye contact. He felt like they were looking stright through him and into his heart.
"One thing you must know about me, I tend to act off of emotions." They smiled to themself, Charles getting the feeling that he was missing some sort of inside joke. "And I have a hint you all aren't here with bad intentions. At least not to me."
Peter appeared next to Hank once again, his hair wild from a few minutes of running around the same area and carrying what Charles assumed to be various things from (Y/n)'s household; all casset tapes.
"I like them. Good taste in music. I say we bring 'em." He zipped over to the stairs and sat next to them, wrapping an arm around their shoulders confidently while offering then some gum.
"Would it upset you if I called you Speedy?" (Y/n) said while taking it.
"Not at all, new friend."
That was how they ended up locking the door to their house and leaving a note for the mailman detailing how they would be gone for a bit, everyone waiting by or in the car.
"Now, tell me exactly why you seem to be so fond of this person." Charles asked, leaning against the outside of the cars red exterior next to Logans large figure. He kept an eye on (Y/n), not quite sure why he felt compelled to keep track of them. "Do you fancy them or something?" He ran a hand through his long hair, tossing a small and tentive wave at them upon catching their eye.
Logan nearly choked on his laugh.
"Not quite professor." He outright laughed aloud. Something Charles had yet to hear from him. "Just make sure to send me an invitation to the wedding when you finally work up the courage to propose in a few years."
He smirked at Charles' face, eyes now the size of dinner plates.
"Now off to go commit a federal crime. And get your fucking feet off my dash Maximoff."
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