Lady_Cadencia

You already knew you were going to have a bad week when you woke up on a rooftop in the middle of Hell’s Kitchen with a headache bad enough to make you feel like you got axed by a serial killer, feeling your powers pulse as you blink, alerting you of your companion before your vision even focuses on him. Last time you help out the X-men, something you should have left with your youth.

“Am I in hell?” You ask.

“You make that joke every time you pop up here,” his gravelly voice lightens when he huffs out a laugh, hand cradling the back of your head as you’re splayed in his lap. “Although usually you’re not passed out on top of my building.”

“Because I feel like I’m being punished when I’m around you, obviously,” you retort, pushing yourself up until your head is brushing against his chin as you observe your surroundings, slowly rebuilding the shield in your mind, feeling the residues of something foreign.

“Not that I’m unused to the harshness, but what have I done to earn to your ire this time sweetheart?” He pulls you up to your feet, hand still on the small of your back, as you slowly centre yourself.

“Exist,” you mutter, rubbing your head before elaborating, “I don’t really like being around someone with senses like yours, ‘s weird that you know what I last ate…I avoid Logan for the same reason, not that it’s hard these days.”

He tilts his head and you realize the irony of your words, “Unlike some other people, I avoid even glimpses into other people’s heads! I use my power for quick, impersonal mind whammies!”

“Really? Not even a peak?” He asks, steadying you after your outburst when you sway. “Never curious enough to see what people think about you?”

“I don’t want to know, dealt with that weirdness when I was a kid,” you respond, gripping his arms when your headache gets worse.

“Guess I should be grateful for that.”

You rest your head against the cool playing on his chest, “Why’s that—“

You have a hard time describing what happens next, a clear dissonance occurring between body and mind. You’re aware you and Matt are just having an innocent enough conversation, but at that moment you can feel his lips pressed against yours, hands roughly exploring your body, and he grips you closer until you’re pressing on his—

“—hey! Are you okay? Do you need to sit down?”

He’s peering down at you, concern clear from the frown as his face and how his thoughts move to calling some for—

His thoughts?

“Oh god,” you push him away, stumbling back, realization hitting you like a bus.

“Careful—!”

“Wait, wait,” you press your face against your hands before inhaling. “This could jusy be a fluke or maybe it’s me—“

Before he can question your rambling, you quickly cross the distant to get his space again, moving closer until your lips are less than an inch away from his.

“What are you doing?” He asks impassively, voice dropping an octave lower to his ‘devil voice’, and yet you can see his intent so clearly, feel it, his thoughts chanting your name over and over—

You let out a shout, the man flinching as you quickly back away again.

He calls your name before pausing, a flicker of something crossing over his half masked face before his unseeing gaze drop his head down for a moment, “Are you—“

You let another cry of frustration, moving across the rooftop before dropping down to the nearest fire escape, “Don’t you dare put this on me when it’s your fault in the first place! How I’m reacting is actually a reflection of you! You’re the one getting turned on a rooftop, not me!

“Wait—!”

You ignore his calls, running away until you’re sure you’re outside of his radar.

Why is that your powers going out of control now is way more bothersome now than when you were a child!?

*

After sleeping the weirdness away, you’re feeling better, so you’re willing to put the humiliation from last night away and pray you never run into Matt again until you die.

So when you’re visited by your friendly neighbourhood Spider-man you aren’t concerned, tossing him a bagel as you join him on your balcony, uncaring of your pyjamas being seen by him due to his continued visits.

“Here to clean out my pantry again?” You ask, looking down at the streets below, quiet as the sky is still stained pink from the rising sun.

“One time, and you never let me live it down,” he sighs, pulling his mask up to eat. “And I’m actually here for business today.”

“Oh? Need help tracking down a lost cat?”

“A little devil told me you ran off last night in hurry after acting maybe the slightest bit strange?” He turns to face you fully, crossing his arms like a disappointed dad.

“And?”

“And?”

“What else did he say?” You ask, suspicion clear.

“That you ran off like a bat out of hell, which isn’t too far—“

“Maybe he should mind his own business,” you scoff, “And so should you, for that matter.”

“He also said you were mad, which you’re not exactly disproving,” he retorts, moving a bit closer until he’s able to link his fingers with you, weirdly touchy bastard that he is, “If something’s going on, you know you can tell me.”

For a moment you swallow your embarrassment, feeling his sincerity, his thoughts blending into yours, his worry—

“Damn it!” You curse, slapping your forehead.

“Well, that’s one way to ruin the mood, but I get it too touchy-feely for you, maybe we should—“

You ignore him and sink to your knees, pressing your head against the railing. Your powers going haywire was becoming barely noticeable, the absence of your usual restraint feeling natural, the same way trailing your hands up Peter’s thighs does, resting your face against his knee as you peer up at him—

“Dude, seriously!?” You shoot up to glare at him as he quickly raises his hands in surrender.

“You didn’t look like you were in the mood to eat your bagel, sorry—“

You raise the hem of your shirt up, revealing some of your stomach and feel his thoughts heat up before you scoff.

“You too!?”

“I am so confused right now,” he mutters before jolting when you storm back into your living room, slamming the balcony door shut behind you, “Where are you going!?”

“To shower!” You shout back without turning around.

Hopefully you’ll find some sort of clarity.

…Among other things.

*

You still weren’t desperate enough to consult with Jean or Professor Xavier, you had your pride.

So, instead you find yourself in the Baxter Building, once again intruding on another meal.

Franklin greets you as you arrive, waving a hand, engrossed with Val’s tablet before Sue turns it invisible with a chiding look.

“Look who’s here uninvited! Again!” Johnny declares, swinging an arm around your shoulder and guiding you to the table.

“Johnny…” Sue sighs before turning to you with a warm look, “Staying for breakfast?”

“I was looking for Reed, had something I wanted to ask him,” you explain as Johnny passes you a glass of juice.

“Still down in the lab with Ben, who can hopefully tear him away from his latest find, we recently discovered a rather peculiar bacteria—“

“Why do you need to talk to Reed? Something going on?” Johnny interrupts.

“Kind of—just,” you pause, turning to stare at him blankly.

You’ve actually seen into Johnny’s head before casually, the blond near shouting his thoughts to catch your attention everytime you see him, making sure you hear every joke and comment he has. Including the ones that are flirty and filled with sexual undertones. Knowing him for so long, you were desensitized to a point.

“Go on,” you sigh, already knowing what to expect. You met him when you were both still teenagers, his head can’t be any worse than those days.

“What?” He tilts his head before narrowing his eyes at you, “If something’s going on, you know you have the Fantastic Four are backing you up, so tell your old pal Torch what’s wrong, and we’ll get it all sorted.”

You’re stunned for a second, before you have to bite back a smile, really you should have known better—

You’re suddenly hit with the sound of wedding bells and the image of you exchanging rings with Johnny. You whip around to see Sue starting at you with a too big smile.

“Hey, are you okay?” Johnny nudges you, looking at you with concern as you press a hand to your chest, drawing into yourself.

“I think,” you breathe out, “my liver is trembling?”

“Huh?”

“I believe you have your organs mixed up,” Val pipes up.

“We should bring you to Reed—! Wait, where are you going!?”

*

“Now here’s a face I haven’t seen in a while, you could have projected a warning, you know,” Emma smiles, posture straight as a bow as you try not to spill tea on her very white couch.

“Can you get your daughters to stop eavesdropping…?” You ask, feeling their inquisitive prodding.

“Yes, they’re a curious bunch, a good trait to have, especially when our local mutant recluse so suddenly shows up,” She hums, and you can feel her warning flare out.

Confident that you two finally have some privacy, you reveal your current struggle in reigning in your powers.

She taps her acrylics against her leg in thought, “Are you sure you aren’t just pent up?”

You picture something unpleasant.

“No need for that now, I’m just saying that maybe your powers are trying to give you a push.” She looks annoyingly amused as she says that.

“What, like some sort of sentience?”

“Hmm, more like you being in denial? You know emotions play a role in our powers, especially if we’re lacking in control.”

“This is literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever had to listen to,” you declare, setting your tea aside. “I’m leaving.”

As you turn your back, she calls out, “Don’t you want to see my fantasy?”

“No!”

As soon as your hand touches the front door, you feel something smack against your head, like a wadded up ball of paper. You’re hit with images of Emma straddling you—

“FUCK OFF!”

Her laughter rings through your head as you rush away.

*

“I see, I believe I understand what you’re trying to convey,” Kurt nods, thankfully not at a sanctuary in the mountains for once.

“That everyone around me is a pervert,” you nod in resignation.

He smiles at you almost knowingly.

“Okay, yeah, sexual attraction is normal and healthy or whatever, but I don’t want to see it!” You complain.

“Sometimes our own unmet desires torment us more than the people around us,” he says, patting your arm, “You have always refused to see the hearts of others, so maybe now you may subconsciously crave that knowledge.”

“Shut the fuck up, Kurt,” you bite out instinctively, before slumping, “…sorry.”

“Already forgiven, my friend.”

You sigh, finally making eye contact with your old ally, “Okay, maybe, you do have a point. I can’t even tell if I’m the one having questionable thoughts about your tail or you.”

“I’m usually able to restrain myself when a dear friend comes to me for advice,” he laughs, eyes lighting up.

“Usually…I don’t need powers to know what’s on in your mind most of the time, Kurt,” you scoff.

“You know me well, liebeling, but I’m sure I can still find some ways to surprise you,” he purrs, leaning closer.

Maybe you should have went to Kurt from the very start.

The tldr of this one is ‘fuck you, fuck you, definitely fuck you— not you though, Kurt, I mean, unless you want to…🤭’