↫彡🂡"My Girl can Wear Whatever"🂡彡↬
You were just trying to get a snack. That was it. But the moment you stepped into the kitchen, Peter nearly dropped his Twinkie.
"Whoa—" His silver brows shot up as his eyes scanned your outfit. Not in a gross way, but in a "Do I need to start running?" way.
You raised a brow. "Problem?"
Peter shook his head way too fast. "Nope! No problems here. You can wear whatever you want, babe."
Jubilee, sitting at the counter, smirked. "Really? You don’t care?"
Peter scoffed, tossing an arm around your shoulders. "Pfft. Why would I? My girl can wear whatever she wants..." He hesitated, glancing at you and then lowering his voice. "...'cause I'm scared of her."
You narrowed your eyes. "What was that last part?"
"Nothing!" He grinned nervously, stepping back. "You look amazing! Stunning! Fantastic! A completely independent person with great fashion sense! I love that for you!"
Jubilee cackled. "Dude, you are terrified of her."
"Well, yeah," Peter said without shame. "Like, you think I'm about to tell her no? You think I got a death wish? Nah, I value my life, I like my face. I’d like to keep it in one piece."
You rolled your eyes, grabbing a granola bar from the pantry. "Good answer, Maximoff."
Peter sighed in relief. You were scary, but hey, at least you were his scary.
Logan had been minding his business at the bar when you walked in, dressed in something that made half the room do a double take.
He noticed. Oh, he definitely noticed. But instead of reacting like some jealous, overprotective boyfriend, he just sipped his whiskey.
It was not until some guy at the pool table let his eyes linger a second too long that Logan made a noise in the back of his throat—a low, rumbling ahem that sent a very clear message.
The guy turned, raising an eyebrow. "What?"
Logan smirked, tapping a single claw against his glass. "Nothin'. Just wonderin' if you're stupid or just feelin' lucky tonight."
The guy scoffed. "Relax, old man, it's just a look."
"Mm. See, I ain’t too worried ‘bout what she wears." Logan tilted his head, eyes sharp. "She can wear whatever she wants… ‘cause I can fight." He flashed his Adamantium claws.
The guy raised his hands and backed off real quick. Logan just chuckled, downing the rest of his drink.
You leaned against the bar beside him. "You always gotta scare people?"
He shrugged. "Ain’t my fault they spook easy."
You smirked. "You are such a show-off."
Logan just grunted, but the way he slid a possessive arm around your waist told you everything you needed to know.
Remy was kicked back on the mansion's couch, long legs stretched out, flipping a poker chip between his fingers. He had seen you walk in, noticed the way heads turned, but unlike the others, he did not bat an eye.
Jubilee, being Jubilee, could not help but stir the pot. "Remy, you just gonna let her walk around like that?"
Remy did not even look up from his poker chip. "Remy think his chérie can wear whatever she want," he said lazily.
"Yeah?" Jubilee smirked. "You that confident?"
He flicked the chip up, caught it between two fingers, and finally smirked. "Mm-hmm. ‘Cause she's a houe, and I knew that before we started dating."
Gasps. Laughter. Even Logan huffed out an amused breath from the other side of the room.
Your eyes widened. "Excuse me?"
Remy grinned, finally looking at you. "What? You know it’s true, chérie. I fell for you ‘cause you a heartbreaker. A flirt. A menace." He tilted his head, voice dropping to a lazy drawl. "And yet, here we are."
You crossed your arms. "That does not make it better, you know."
"But it is true, non?" He flashed that dangerous, charming grin. "An’ I do not mind one bit."
You rolled your eyes, but you could not stop the small smirk tugging at your lips. Damn Cajun and his smooth talk.
Jubilee snorted. "I hate that he actually got away with that."
Hope you all enjoyed!! Love you all, kits! (houe means hoe in French. Idk what else to put there T ' T)
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