#cable x reader

“God, I’m starving,” you groan, eyebrows furrowed in dismay as you step out of the adjoining bathroom. X-Force’s latest mission was to find and recover a telepathically-gifted mutant, which just so happened to be a cat — a fluffy white thing not-so-cleverly named Snowball. It’s clear your little team still hasn’t gained the trust needed to get real jobs from the school. 

Unfortunately, by the time she was coaxed out of the drain pipe she’d hidden herself away in, it was much too late for anyone to be driving the ten hours back to the school, not to mention you’re all filthy. Well, you were when you arrived at the motel. 

At least Negasonic gained the trust needed to be authorized user of an emergency credit card from the school. She and Yukio are rooming with Neena, Wade’s with Logan, and Nathan is with… 

You. You’re still standing there in that towel, Snowball licking your damp legs. 

“Too late to order out,” Nathan mumbles, trying not to stare. Of course he ended up with you. It’s not like he won best of three in a rock-paper-scissors battle with Wade and Logan for it or anything, except for the part where he did. 

“Mhm,” you hum, before gasping softly with an epiphany. “Oh, I know!” 

You drop your towel, and Snowball scurries off. 

You stand there, unphased, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. (Which, to be fair, it is, and maybe there is a god, because all of that can’t just be natural selection.) 

“Ah, that’s better,” you sigh. “Still glad we brought our go-bags just in case, though. Thanks for the reminder!” 

You turn, bending over to get it. 

“Do you mind?” Nathan grits out, trying not to enjoy the view too much and failing. “What the hell- Why-“

“I’m a psychic vampire, I feed off of emotions. I was hungry, so I did something to shock you. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” he echoes softly, watching you put a pair of fresh underwear on. 

“Oh,” you say softly, becoming aware of his other strong emotions right now. A smile tugs at your lips. “And here I thought that the reason I always felt so full around you was that you were annoyed with my stupid crush on you. In that case… I’m really hungry.” 

“Really?” he asks. “I- I didn’t want to room with you just to- I mean- I’d like to take you out on a proper date at some point.”

“Sounds nice,” you agree. “But for now…?”

“For now,” he agrees with a nod, and you pounce, practically tackling him onto the bed in a collage of lips and hands and tongues. 

Your hands are intertwined with his and holding him to the bed as you ravish his neck. You run your tongue along the seam where metal meets flesh unflinchingly, pointedly, if you’ve been fantasizing about doing it at the first opportunity. His hips roll up, anything for friction, but he wants more than just friction — he wants to take care of you, to feed you. 

“How do I earn the privilege of touching you, your highness?” he half-jokes, squeezing your hands back. It seems to break whatever spell has befallen you, though, and you retract your hold on him with a squeaked apology. “I don’t mind. It’s cute. I just think there are other things you could do with my hands that’d be even cuter.” 

He pulls off his shirt to level the playing field, running his hands up your sides with a ragged sigh of relief. God, he needed this, needed you. Your hips instinctively roll against his steadily-growing hardness in the most hypnotic way, your body curling forward and back like a writhing serpent. 

He takes a handful of your chest, making sure to let his palm rub against your hardened nipple in a way that provokes a breathy moan. 

“C’mon, c’mon,” you whimper, tugging at the waistband of his sweats and starting to drag them down. Okay, that’s enough. This isn’t going to be some quick fix. 

You blink and find yourself flat on your back, effortlessly flipped and tossed there by him. 

“Fuck,” you huff, and he’s almost worried he accidentally knocked the breath out of you or hurt you in some way until he sees the way your chest still heaves — you’re panting. 

“Not yet,” he remarks, mouthing at your neck with the same fervor you showed him until you’re clawing at his biceps, legs thrashing around him. 

“Nathan, please, I need this, need you, don’t be mean,” you beg; perfect little thing, didn’t even have to ask, so he rewards that good behavior by dipping his hand between your legs and exploring the wetness there. “Mmn, ah, Nathan-Nathan-Nathan-Nathan, more please, don’t stop, c’mon.” 

He slides a finger into you, but you’re still impatient, trembling and whining and scraping your nails against his metallic shoulder blade, the nails on your other hand digging into his flesh like the sensation is supposed to be revenge for making you wait. 

It’s not. 

It’s encouragement. 

Seeing you this worked up, this hungry for him, only makes him want to draw it out; make you scream for him for everybody to hear. 

“Oh, do you want something?” he asks against your collarbone before nipping at it. 

“You, you-you-you-you, please, needed this for so long, couldn't get off to the thought of anything else, god, got to a point where I couldn’t get off at all, Nathan, please,” you frantically entreat him, every word music to his ears. 

“If you couldn’t at all, it would be pretty cruel not to help you out, wouldn’t it?” he purrs, pumping another finger into you. When his thumb meets your clit, you audibly shudder in relief, a sound that’s going to be ringing in his ears for a long time, though far more pleasant than the other ones he can’t seem to make himself forget. “I don’t have any-“ 

“Implant,” you cut him off.

“Perfect,” he rasps, fingers still churning inside. 

“Then- oh-god-fuck-right-there, what are you waiting f-ah-or?”

“What do you think I’m waiting for?” 

“Please?” you ask weakly. The look on your face, your eyes trying to stay open even as the rest of your expression scrunches up so adorably with the force of it all… It makes it hard to be so unfair, but not impossible. 

“Not quite.” 

“Then, I don’t kn-oh-oh-oh, c’mon, I’m already so-“

“That. That is what I’m waiting for,” he finally admits, pushing his thumb a little harder against that bundle of nerve-endings that makes you sing for him. 

“Oh, oh-k-kay, I-”

“Just focus on that, hon. No need to talk,” he assures you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting his own rest against it. It doesn’t take much longer, no, not much longer at all, before you’re tumbling over the edge of bliss. 

“Now,” you insist between gasps for air, not even giving yourself time to recover. “Don’t make me wait any more, please.” 

He nods, pressing his fingers to your tongue. Your mouth closes around them and you suckle them clean without having to be asked as he shucks off his sweatpants and boxers, more than ready for you. He starts to withdraw his hand from your mouth, but you shake your head, both of your hands flying to his to keep it there. 

“Aw,” he half-coos, his expression softening. Your hands look so small, so delicate when they’re encircled around just one of his, and with the tears of ecstasy still glittering in your eyes to top it off… How could he ever deny you? “Yeah, baby, that’s okay. You can keep ‘em.” 

With that, he lines himself up with you, still glistening with your arousal and release, and carefully enters. You moan, long and low, though his fingers muffle it — so, there’s a dual purpose to it. Clever girl. 

He works up a steady pace, your eyes rolling back and legs wrapping around him to wordlessly encourage him to go harder, deeper, faster. Even as you mindlessly shudder and whine, one of your hands leaves his to come between you, furiously scrubbing at your clit in a way that brings him ever closer to completion; so deliciously desperate, your walls pulsing around him. 

And god, that eye contact. Did someone teach you that? When you can manage it, even if it’s brief, it’s deadly, especially when your mouth draws tighter around his hand. God, it’s so much, too much, and he knows it, he’s done for as soon as you come again, chanting your name under his breath like a prayer. 

It’s hard for him to convince himself to pull out, but a passing glance at the bedside clock forces him to, if only so that you can get a somewhat reasonable amount of sleep until… Well, later this morning. 

You finally let go of his fingers with a pop that should be illegal, breathlessly smiling up at him.

“Still hungry?” he asks, finding himself smiling back. You shake your head, and when he rolls onto his back, he takes you halfway with him, arms enveloping you while your head rests on his chest. “Good.” 

Snowball promptly hops onto the bed, joining the two of you for some well-earned rest, though it’s clear who her favorite is, given that she curls up behind you. 

“She’s taken a liking to you,” he points out. “Can’t blame her. Sleep well.”

Nathan noticed it all. But instead of anger, it left a quiet warmth in his chest. He liked seeing how much you meant to them—how you fit into the chaos of the mansion like you’d always been meant for it.

You were light in a place that carried a lot of heavy shadows. Still, sometimes, when he caught you mid-laugh at someone else’s joke, he felt a pull low in his chest. A selfish one. No one could blame Nate for wanting to protect those he loved, but you knew your old man could get jealous from time to time.

-

Nathan watched it all from his spot in the corner of the common room, broad arms crossed, jaw tight. Bobby leaned in a little too close for his liking when you laughed, Hank hung on every word of the story you were telling. Something primal stirred in his chest. Need. Need to claim what was his.

When your conversation winded down, you sauntered over to Cable.

You knew he was pouting. You braced each hand on the arms of the recliner he was talking solace in; a wide smirk splayed on your face.

“You got the whole damn mansion wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”

You smiled fully, soft but wicked. “You like that they adore me. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“I do,” he admitted, rough and quiet. “But I’d rather you were lookin’ at me like that.”

Your laugh softened into something tender, and you leaned closer until your lips brushed the corner of his mouth.

“Then stop brooding in the corner and claim me.”

That snapped any restraint he was managing to hold on to.

His metal hand settled heavy on your hip, pulling you into his lap while his other hand cupped your jaw. The kiss he gave you wasn’t about show—it was deep, lingering, all heat under the surface that made your toes curl. When he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours, his voice was husky. “You’re mine. Don’t care how many eyes are on you.”

And just like that, the edge of jealousy melted into something softer. He held you close, thumb brushing your cheekbone, letting the rest of the world fade away. The mansion could love you all it wanted. But when the day ended, you were the one tangled up in his arms and sheets. The quiet hours belonged to you and him, no one else.

-

When the bedroom door closed shut, Nate’s lips crashed into yours in a split second. The kiss was all teeth and tongue. Messy. Hot.

His hands began to wander your body- he needed to caress every curve; claim every beautiful inch

Cable began to rid you of your clothes, they came off in frantic clumsy motions. He wanted you.

Now.

“Imm’a make you scream my name so loud, this whole damn place knows who you belong to.” He muttered as his mouth attached to your neck- His words went straight to your core. A soft, quiet moan fell from your mouth.

“C’mon darlin,’ I know you can be louder than that.”

Fuck

“Make me.” You whispered in his ear.

He paused, unlatching himself from your neck long enough to give you a dangerous smirk.

“Still runnin’ your mouth,” he murmured.

Oh yes

Your back pressed against the wooden door as the rest of you melted into Nate’s touch. His mouth found your breast as did his metal hand.

The contrast of his warm mouth and cool metal hand made your knees weak, every nerve lighting up under his attention. Nathan growled low in his chest, clearly pleased by the way your body reacted so easily to him.

His other hand was rubbing painfully slow circles on your clit.

You felt his mouth curve into a smirk against your skin when he felt how wet you were getting.

"Oh, you like that, don't you darlin' ?"

He knew you did, he just wanted to hear you say it.

You let out a whiny “mmhmm.”

“Use your words.” He commanded, his fingers moving in faster circles.

“Fuck, yes. I love it.” you said, hands tugging his hair which earned another low growl.

Nathan’s mouth sealed to your neck as he pushed two fingers into your wet cunt.

You bit your lip to try and keep quiet, but Cable was not having it.

“let me hear you sweet girl.” He said, curling his fingers to hit your g-spot.

You cringed at the embarrassingly pornographic moan that left your mouth as you threw your head back, hitting the door with a loud thump!

“Shit.” Nate slowed his ministrations slightly. “You alright?”

The door could’ve given you a concussion and you wouldn’t have cared.

“Yes! Now don’t stop!” you begged.

You saw that devious, crooked smile appear on his face and you knew you were in trouble.

Just like that, he removed his fingers from your cunt, stepping back from you to admire how wrecked you looked.

You let out another whine at the complete loss of contact.

Nate’s eyes- glazed over with hunger- raked over your body; appreciating his handiwork.

The look of you wet, ready, and desperate made even more blood rush to his throbbing cock.

“Get on the bed, sweetheart. All fours for me.” His voice low and rough, like gravel.

You could tell his restraint was slipping. He needed it, needed you.

You did as you were told, even going as far as to arch your back in the way that you knew drove Cable absolutely crazy.

You could feel him standing behind you, hear the buckle of his belt being undone, then his clothes being thrown somewhere across the room.

The next thing you felt was the nudge of Nathan’s hard, thick cock at your entrance.

You tried to push back to gain some much needed attention, but Nate grabbed your ass; holding you in place.

“You want this dick so bad, don’t you, babygirl?”

“Yes, please!” You whined.

He tsked.

“So whiny today.” He said, the palm of his hand making contact with your asscheek with a smack!

The pain-pleasure shot through your body to your core.

The contact pulled a moan from your throat, the sound making Nate’s cock twitch.

Nathan usually likes to take his sweet time with you, until you were squirming with anticipation, but he needed to be inside you. Now.

Cable lined himself up with your entrance. You shivered as his tip dragged through your folds, mixing your arousals together.

He groans at the inviting warmth of your pussy. “So fuckin’ wet.”

“All for you, Nate. No one else.”

“Damn right it is.” He claimed, snapping his hips- plunging into you with one swift thrust.

“Nathan!” You gasped at the sudden but pleasurable stretch.

Nathan groaned as he bottomed out, his face contorted in pleasure. Not that you could see it at the moment- you were too busy with your face smushed into the mattress, sheets pulled tight beneath your grasp- adjusting to your boyfriend’s huge cock.

He leans forward, pressing his chest to your back. He presses a kiss to the base of your neck, then another to your spine. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna give you what you need.”

As he straightens, his hands trail along the expanse of your back, a gentle contrast to his words. His palms were warm, fingers slow, memorizing every inch as if he’s in no hurry at all. The touch makes you arch without thinking, a quiet, instinctive response, and he hums softly like he felt it coming.

When the slight pain faded into pure pleasure, you rose up just a bit- enough to look back at Cable.

That look you give him is all the confirmation he needs.

He starts thrusting; slow at first- letting you feel the delicious drag of his cock inside of you.

“Tight fuckin’ pussy.” He says through clenched teeth.

“So damn good for me.”

Encouraged by your moans and whimpers, his pace soon turns relentless; hips slamming into your ass- obscene sounds echoing off the bedroom walls.

His grunts and groans made your stomach flip.

You’re at a loss for words as he drives into you at a maddening pace.

“Less whiny now that you’re full of my cock. Look at you. Fuck. Taking it, like the good slut you are."

He smacks your ass. Then again. Then once more. The three smacks in quick succession have the coil in your belly tightening by the second.

His dirty words have you moaning out his name so loud that the whole mansion heard it. Okay maybe not the whole mansion, but at-least the third floor.

“Told ya that you were gonna be screaming my name.” You could tell he was smirking.

God, he was so sexy when he was vocal. It didn’t happen often so you had to milk it for all it was worth.

“Let them know who’s making you feel this good.”

You released another filthy moan of his name, gripping the sheets tighter- so tight Nate thought you’d rip them. The sheets were far from the first things broken because of your sex life.

With you writhing and moaning beneath him, Cable can feel himself getting close to the edge. He could tell you were close too, noticing all the tell-tale signs he has learned over the course of the relationship.

“Oh, God-" you moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-!” you repeat as Nathan’s cock rubs against your g-spot just right. “Gonna cum!”

You feel the in you coil tighten to the point of snapping.

“You fucking cum all over my cock. Fuck.”

As if it were waiting his permission, the coil snaps and pleasure radiates in waves through your whole body.

Nate works you through your orgasm, using the last of his restraint to keep his rhythm.

He was close too- your pleasure driving him closer and closer to the edge.

“Need to cum babygirl.” He pants, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“Yes Nathan, give it to me.”

“You want it in you, huh? Want me to fill this little cunt up?” He asks, his grip tightening as he rolls his hips- voice rough with restraint.

“Yes!” You exclaim, on the verge of overstimulation.

“My needy little slut. Gonna fill you up nice and full. ‘S that what you want?”

He waits for your answer, he already knows it, but he wants you- dares you- to say it out loud.

At this point, your body had gone boneless, thoughts dissolving into sensation. The only sound you managed was a soft, helpless “mmhmm,” barely more than breath, before you turned your head and pressed your face back into the mattress, seeking something solid to ground you as everything else melted away.

One hand slides into your hair, fingers curling until he has a firm handful, tugging just enough to pull you back against him. His other hand comes up around your neck- not squeezing- just resting there, steady and deliberate, thumb brushing your pulse as if he can feel how fast it’s racing. His hot breath ghosts over your skin, warm and intentional, sending a shiver straight down your spine. Then his voice drops, low and unhurried as he murmurs in your ear.

“I asked if that’s what you want, princess. Need you to use your words.”

“Please, Nate I want it.” Your voice barely above a whisper.

“Atta girl.” He praised, releasing his grip on you. You settled back down on your elbows and he continued to fuck you, his pace becoming erratic.

With a few final thrusts, Nathan came with a loud grunt. A string of profanity left his mouth as he rode out his orgasm. His cum flooded your cunt- Marking you as his. And only his.

He collapses onto the bed beside you, the tension finally leaving his body, and you roll toward him without thinking. “Mine,” he says with a playful slap to your rear. He says it- not loudly. Not angrily. Like a truth he’s reminding himself of.

He pulls you into his chest, one arm snug around your shoulders, the other resting warm and familiar at your back.

“You okay?” he asks softly, voice still a little rough around the edges. You smile into his skin and assure him you’re more than okay—freaking fantastic, actually.

He lets out a quiet breath, almost a laugh. “Too rough?”


“Not at all,” you promise.

You stay like that for a long while, limbs tangled, basking in the hazy afterglow that makes everything feel slower and softer. His forehead comes to rest against yours, noses nearly touching, and his breathing evens out until it matches your own. When he finally speaks again, his voice is gentle but certain. “I love you.”

You say it back without hesitation.
When he pulls away just enough to look at you, his eyes soften—warm, fond—but the intensity never quite leaves, like the connection between you is still humming under the surface.

The mud stuck to Cable’s boots like glue, making every step a fight in itself. The mountain terrain was unforgiving, with slick mud, even slicker rocks, and tree roots the size of his arm sticking out in every direction. He wasn’t wearing much more than a t-shirt and cargo pants, but still the storm had soaked him through to the bone. The mission was only to gather intel. There has been reports of two omega level mutant children lost in the woods, but Cable hadn’t seen any evidence thus far.

Nathan followed directly behind Colossus, he tried to step in Piotr’s impossibly big footprints to see if he wouldn’t track as much mud.

It didn’t make a difference.

The heavy rain had lightened to a sprinkle, making now the time for the team to move.

Thick, heavy fog made crossing the terrain difficult so Colossus, being the careful soul he is, was moving impossibly slow.

Nate wished for nothing more than to be home. He knew those kids were long gone, no one would make these mountains home, even for a night.

“Alright. That’s it, I’m calling it.” Domino said, voice laced with exhaustion.

The rest of the X-Force agreed to head back to the jet.

Cable leaned back against the padded seat and closed his eyes; grateful that this was his last mission for a while.

-

Nathan smelled it before he saw it. The scent of sweet peaches. She was cooking again. Something good; peach cobbler he guessed. His favorite. With a watering mouth and arms aching to hold her, he hurried up the stone steps and into the kitchen.

-

You sensed Nathan’s presence getting stronger within the last ten minutes meaning he would be home soon. You figured you would surprise your husband with a welcome home present; his favorite dessert.

Cable knew better than to piss off his pregnant wife, so he took off his muddy boots outside and left them on the porch. She’d scold him for tracking mud through her kitchen if he didn’t.

He chuckled at the thought.

The sing-song way Nate called your name made warmth ripple through your chest, you and the little one rejoiced at his presence.

He greeted you with a kiss and a hug, you could barely get your arms around him due to your 8 month pregnant belly, but he made it work. He always did.

“Hey little girl.” He said, bending down to give your stomach a kiss.

“She missed you, you know. She’s glad you’re home.” You said, heading over to the oven to check the cobbler.

“Is that a mother’s intuition thing or a telepath thing?” He questioned, slinging his duffel bag down.

“Hmmmm…both.” You said, a cheeky smile spreading across your face.

“Hm. Of course it is.” He said, joining you at the oven.

He towered over you from behind, his hands coming to rest on your belly, his mouth pressed kisses to your neck and ear.

You giggled and informed him that he needed to shower before getting in your business. He begrudgingly complied with your request.

.

Now squeaky clean, Cable sat across from you at the small table that resided at the bay window in the kitchen. It was your favorite part of the house. The evening sun hit just right, sending soft rays across the house.

You and Nathan ate dinner in comfortable silence, neither of you talked a whole lot and that was okay- it was actually one of the things he loved about you. Your words were always spoken with a softness that made him weak in the knees.

He couldn’t wait to see you become a mom. Your gentle hands that so often held him would soon be holding a baby that was his and your creation. In fact, he was so ready for a baby that he took off from the X force a whole month before your due date to make sure everything was perfect for you and the baby.

The first project tomorrow was to finish putting the crib together, but for now, you and your love sat on the couch watching your favorite show.

You absorbed this moment in your memories, your head in his lap as he ran his hand up and down your arm, mindlessly drawing little circles on your skin. Just the two of you.

Soon to be three.

-

Another month had passed. Check ups at the doctor were good and you were feeling as good as you could for being nine months pregnant. Nate was an absolute rock through the last month; massaging your swollen ankles, making sure you had an endless snack supply, going to the store at all hours of the night for the foods you were craving, even watering the plants specifically how you wanted him to.

You had tried to read your little one’s mind to see when she would be making her arrival, but even given your talents for mind reading, it was difficult because unborn babies didn’t really have any thoughts- you could tell that she was there- that she existed, but that was about it. You could tell when she perked up upon hearing Nate’s voice. This was an experience unique to you. You treasured it. Your bond with her was already so strong; you couldn’t wait to meet her outside of your womb.

For now, all you and Cable could do was patiently wait for her to make her appearance.

.

You woke up to pain shooting through your whole body. You sat up in bed, waking Nate up in the process. He was a light sleeper anyways.

“Braxton hicks?” He questioned.

“No-“ another wave of pain hit. “I think it’s the real thing this time.”

“I got you.” He said, coming to help you out of the bed.

You practically threw yourself into his arms, walking was already difficult, but the contractions made it worse.

.

You didn’t think you could love Nate any more than you already did, but the way he whispered encouragement in your ear all throughout your labor and the way he held your hand and didn’t let go, only deepened your love for him. Nate’s love for you soared to new heights as he watched you literally bring life into the world, the things you were capable of continued to impress and inspire him.

But the thing that tipped your happy tears over the edge was the image of him holding your tiny, most perfect baby girl. He was cooing at her, making funny baby noises, telling her that she was beautiful just like her mama.

After locking that moment in your memories, you decided it was time for you to get some sleep. Baby girl was here safely and she was, quite literally, in good hands. You both were.

-

Nathan Summers aka. Cable

- Nathan was used to being the one in control, his military training and experience making him the protector in any situation. So when you stepped in to shield him during a fight, he was caught off guard. “What the hell are you doing?” he barked, his stern voice masking the panic in his eyes. After the battle, he pulled you aside, his expression a mix of anger and concern. “That was reckless,” he said gruffly. “You could’ve been killed.”

- Despite his harsh words, Nathan couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d done. He found himself watching you more closely, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. One evening, as the two of you worked on repairing some equipment, he finally spoke up. “Why did you do it?” he asked, his tone softer than usual. When you shrugged and said you couldn’t stand the thought of him getting hurt, his expression softened.

- Over the next few days, Nathan struggled to reconcile his feelings. He admired your bravery but hated the thought of you putting yourself in danger for him. One night, as the two of you sat by the fire, he finally opened up. “I’ve spent my whole life protecting others,” he said quietly. “It’s… strange to have someone do the same for me.”

- As your bond deepened, Nathan found himself opening up to you in ways he hadn’t with anyone else. He admired your strength and resilience, and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to you. One day, as you trained together in the Danger Room, he finally admitted, “You mean a lot to me. More than I realized.” His confession was quiet but sincere, his steel-blue eyes meeting yours with unwavering intensity.

- From then on, Nathan became even more protective of you, though he respected your independence. “We’re a team,” he said one day, his hand resting on your shoulder. “But if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I swear I’ll lock you in the safest room I can find. You’re too important to lose.”

Raven Darkholme aka. Mystique

- Mystique had always been a lone wolf, relying on her shape-shifting abilities and razor-sharp wit to keep her one step ahead of everyone else. She wasn’t used to letting anyone get close, so when you threw yourself into the fray to protect her during a fight, she was stunned. The enemy's blow barely missed you, and Mystique retaliated with a ferocity that left no question about her skill. Once the battle was over, she grabbed your arm and pulled you aside, her yellow eyes blazing. “What were you thinking?” she demanded, though her voice held a note of something that wasn’t quite anger.

- Back at the hideout, Mystique paced the room, her usual composure shaken. “You don’t get to put yourself in danger for me,” she said sharply, refusing to meet your gaze. But her frustration wasn’t about your actions—it was about the unfamiliar feeling of someone caring enough to risk themselves for her. It left her feeling exposed in a way she hadn’t expected.

- Over the next few days, Mystique kept her distance, though her eyes always seemed to find you in a crowd. She hated how vulnerable she felt, yet she couldn’t help but admire your bravery. One evening, as you bandaged a small wound she’d sustained during another mission, she finally broke the silence. “You’re insufferable, you know that?” she muttered, though there was a flicker of a smile on her lips. “But… thank you.”

- It didn’t take long for Mystique to realize that her feelings for you went deeper than she was ready to admit. She began showing her affection in small, subtle ways: a protective arm during battles, a rare smile when you cracked a joke, or a quiet moment of vulnerability when she let her guard down around you.

- When Mystique finally confessed her feelings, it was with her trademark bluntness. “I don’t let people in easily,” she said, her tone serious as she looked into your eyes. “But you’ve managed to worm your way into my life, and now I can’t imagine it without you. Just don’t make me regret it.” From that day on, she became fiercely protective of you, though she never lost her sharp edge.

Hank McCoy aka. Beast

- Hank was used to being the calm and rational one, always the first to assess a situation logically. So when you stepped in front of him during a fight, shielding him from an incoming attack, he was completely taken aback. “Are you out of your mind?” he exclaimed, his blue fur bristling as he quickly neutralized the threat. Once the battle was over, he turned to you, his golden eyes filled with a mix of anger and concern. “That was incredibly reckless,” he said, though his voice softened as he added, “but… thank you.”

- After the fight, Hank couldn’t stop replaying the moment in his mind. He admired your courage but was deeply troubled by the thought of you getting hurt. One evening, as the two of you worked together in his lab, he brought it up. “You know,” he began, his voice tinged with hesitation, “you don’t have to prove your bravery to me. I already think the world of you.”

- Over time, Hank found himself drawn to your selflessness and determination. He started looking out for you more during missions, his protective instincts kicking in whenever you were in danger. “If you’re going to keep being this reckless,” he said one day with a wry smile, “I’ll have to invent some kind of force field to keep you safe.”

- The turning point came one night as the two of you shared a quiet moment in the mansion’s library. Hank hesitated before finally speaking. “You mean a great deal to me,” he said, his voice unusually soft. “I suppose what I’m trying to say is… I care about you more than I ever thought possible.” His confession was earnest, his golden eyes meeting yours with an intensity that left no room for doubt.

- From then on, Hank became even more devoted to you, though he always respected your independence. “You’re remarkable,” he said one day as he adjusted his glasses. “But let’s make a deal: I’ll protect you when you need it, and you can do the same for me. Agreed?”

Piotr Rasputin aka. Colossus

- Piotr was no stranger to protecting others—his steel body and gentle heart made him the ultimate shield. So when you jumped in to defend him during a fight, he was completely caught off guard. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his deep voice filled with concern as he quickly moved to shield you in return. Even as he dispatched the enemy, his thoughts were on you.

- After the battle, Piotr couldn’t hide his worry. “Why would you put yourself in harm’s way for me?” he asked, his brows furrowed as he searched your face for an answer. When you told him you couldn’t just stand by and watch him get hurt, his expression softened. “You are brave,” he said quietly, “but you must let me protect you. It is what I do.”

- Over the next few days, Piotr found himself watching you more closely, his protective instincts stronger than ever. He admired your courage but couldn’t shake the fear of losing you. One evening, as the two of you painted together in his studio, he finally spoke up. “You have a kind heart,” he said, his voice gentle. “It is one of the many reasons I care for you so deeply.”

- It wasn’t long before Piotr’s feelings for you became impossible to ignore. He began showing his affection in small ways: offering to carry heavy things for you, making sure you were always safe during missions, and sharing quiet moments where his walls came down. “You are my greatest inspiration,” he admitted one night, his steel hand brushing yours.

- When Piotr finally confessed his feelings, it was with his characteristic sincerity. “I do not know what I would do if something happened to you,” he said, his blue eyes filled with emotion. “You are everything to me.” From that moment on, Piotr became even more devoted to you, his love as unyielding as his steel form.

Illyana Rasputina aka. Magik

- Illyana was used to being the one in control, her mastery of sorcery and combat making her a formidable force. So when you stepped in to protect her during a battle, she was equal parts shocked and infuriated. “What are you doing?” she demanded, her Soul Sword cutting through the enemy with ease. Once the fight was over, she turned to you, her blue eyes blazing. “I don’t need saving,” she snapped, though there was a flicker of something softer beneath her anger.

- After the fight, Illyana couldn’t stop thinking about your actions. She admired your bravery but hated the thought of you putting yourself in danger for her. One night, as the two of you sat together in Limbo, she finally brought it up. “You’re reckless,” she said bluntly, though her voice lacked its usual edge. “But… thank you.”

- Over time, Illyana began to see you in a new light. She admired your selflessness and found herself drawn to your unwavering determination. “You’re infuriating,” she said one day, a rare smile tugging at her lips. “But you’re also… amazing.”

- As your bond deepened, Illyana began letting her guard down around you, something she rarely did with anyone. One night, as the two of you trained together, she finally confessed her feelings. “I’ve spent so much time pushing people away,” she said quietly. “But with you… I don’t want to do that anymore.”

- From that moment on, Illyana became fiercely protective of you, though she respected your strength and independence. “We’re a team,” she said one day, her hand resting on yours. “But if you ever scare me like that again, I’ll teleport you to Limbo and leave you there. Deal?”

Warren Worthington III aka. Angel

- Warren was accustomed to being the protector, his towering wings and privileged upbringing giving him a sense of responsibility for those around him. So when you threw yourself between him and an attacker during a skirmish, using your own body as a shield, Warren was utterly stunned. After quickly dispatching the threat with a powerful swoop of his wings, he turned to you, his blue eyes wide with worry. “What were you thinking?” he demanded, his voice tinged with both anger and disbelief.

- Later, as the two of you regrouped, Warren couldn’t shake the image of you risking yourself for him. “You don’t need to protect me,” he said, his voice soft but insistent. “That’s my job, not yours.” Despite his protests, there was a hint of admiration in his gaze that he couldn’t quite hide.

- Over the following weeks, Warren found himself drawn to your courage and selflessness. He began hovering around you during missions, his wings instinctively shielding you from danger. “If you’re going to keep pulling stunts like that,” he joked one day, “I’m going to need a bigger wingspan to cover us both.”

- It was during a quiet moment in the mansion gardens that Warren finally let his guard down. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he said, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability. “I’ve spent so much of my life protecting others, but you… you make me feel like I don’t always have to.”

- When Warren confessed his feelings, it was as grand as you might expect from someone as extravagant as him. He took you flying, his arms secure around you as he soared through the sky. “You’re the only person who makes me feel free,” he admitted, his voice barely audible over the wind. From that day forward, Warren became your steadfast partner, his love for you as boundless as the sky itself.

Kitty Pryde aka. Shadowcat

- Kitty had always been fiercely independent, her ability to phase through danger making her a natural at taking care of herself. So when you stepped in to protect her during a mission, shielding her from a blast, she was floored. “You could’ve been hurt!” she exclaimed, her brown eyes wide with worry as she checked you for injuries. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

- After the mission, Kitty couldn’t stop thinking about your actions. She admired your bravery but was also frustrated that you’d put yourself in harm’s way for her. “You’re not invincible, you know,” she said later, her tone a mix of concern and affection. “Next time, maybe let me handle it?”

- Despite her initial protests, Kitty couldn’t deny the growing admiration she felt for you. She started seeking you out more often, whether it was to partner up during training sessions or just to share a late-night snack in the kitchen. “You’re pretty amazing,” she admitted one evening, her cheeks tinged pink.

- It wasn’t long before Kitty’s feelings for you became impossible to ignore. One night, as the two of you worked on a mission briefing together, she hesitated before speaking. “I’ve been thinking,” she began, her voice unusually hesitant. “You’re always looking out for me, but maybe… I want to look out for you, too.”

- From that moment on, Kitty became your fiercest supporter and most loyal partner. “We make a good team,” she said one day with a grin, slipping her hand into yours. “But let’s try not to scare each other so much, okay?”

Alex Summers aka. Havok

- Alex had always been a bit reckless, his raw power often making him the first to charge into battle. So when you stepped in to protect him during a fight, absorbing an attack meant for him, Alex was furious—but not at you. “What the hell were you thinking?” he shouted as he unleashed a blast of energy at the enemy, his worry evident even in his anger.

- After the fight, Alex cornered you, his blue eyes blazing. “Don’t ever do that again,” he said, his voice shaking. “I can handle myself, but you… you mean too much to me to lose.” His words caught both of you off guard, and he quickly turned away, running a hand through his hair.

- Over the next few days, Alex couldn’t stop replaying the moment in his head. He admired your bravery but hated the thought of you putting yourself in danger for him. One evening, as the two of you sat by the firepit at the mansion, he finally broke the silence. “You’re incredible,” he admitted, his voice low. “But you’ve got to let me protect you, too.”

- It was during a quiet mission debrief that Alex finally let his feelings show. “I’ve been through a lot,” he said, his voice unusually serious. “But you… you make me want to be better. To be someone worth protecting.”

- From that moment on, Alex became your fiercest protector and most devoted partner. “We’re in this together,” he said one day, his hand resting on your shoulder. “But if you ever scare me like that again, I’ll blast whoever put you in danger halfway across the world.”

Jubilation Lee aka. Jubilee

- Jubilee was the first to crack a joke in any situation, her bright personality and pyrotechnic powers lighting up even the darkest days. So when you jumped in front of her during a fight, shielding her from an incoming attack, she was completely floored. “Are you crazy?” she yelled, unleashing a barrage of fireworks at the enemy. “I had that under control!”

- Back at the mansion, Jubilee couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d done. “You’re a total dork, you know that?” she said later, her tone teasing but her eyes serious. “But… thanks. I guess.”

- Over the next few days, Jubilee found herself watching you more closely, her usual carefree attitude giving way to something deeper. “You’re pretty cool for someone who doesn’t have explosive powers,” she said one day with a grin, though the compliment was genuine.

- It wasn’t long before Jubilee’s feelings for you became impossible to ignore. One night, as the two of you sat on the roof of the mansion watching the stars, she turned to you, her usual bravado gone. “You’re always looking out for me,” she said quietly. “But maybe… I want to look out for you, too.”

- From that moment on, Jubilee became your biggest cheerleader and most loyal partner. “You’re stuck with me now,” she said with a playful smirk, her hand slipping into yours. “So don’t even think about doing anything dumb without me around.”

Betsy Braddock aka. Psylocke

- Betsy wasn’t one to let her guard down, her telepathic and telekinetic abilities making her keenly aware of every threat around her. Yet during a heated battle, you stepped in to shield her from an unexpected attack, catching her completely off guard. After dispatching the enemy with a razor-sharp psychic blade, she turned to you, her usually composed face filled with shock. “Why would you do that?” she asked, her voice tight with a mix of anger and concern.

- Betsy couldn’t hide her frustration when she confronted you later. “I don’t need protection,” she said firmly, though her tone softened as she added, “especially not from you.” She couldn’t quite understand why your actions had shaken her so much. You were brave—recklessly so—and it unsettled her to think of you putting yourself in danger for her.

- Over time, Betsy began to notice how deeply she cared for you. She found herself scanning your mind during missions, not to intrude, but to ensure you were safe. “You’re insufferably selfless, you know that?” she muttered one evening, her eyes narrowing even as a faint smile played on her lips.

- During a quiet moment in the training room, Betsy finally let her walls down. “You make me feel… vulnerable,” she admitted, her violet eyes meeting yours. “And that terrifies me. But it’s also why I can’t imagine losing you.”

- From then on, Betsy became fiercely protective of you, though she’d never admit it outright. “We’re a team,” she said one night, her psychic blade flickering in her hand. “But if you ever try to shield me again, you’d better be ready for me to return the favor—tenfold.”

Roberto da Costa aka. Sunspot

- Roberto was confident, charming, and powerful, used to being in the thick of battle with his solar-fueled abilities. But when you stepped between him and an energy blast, your quick reflexes saving him from harm, he was left momentarily speechless. “Are you serious?” he exclaimed, his usual smirk replaced by genuine worry. “You could’ve been hurt!”

- Later, as the adrenaline wore off, Roberto couldn’t stop pacing. “I’m supposed to be the one protecting you, not the other way around,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically serious. He wasn’t used to being the one on the receiving end of such selflessness, and it shook him more than he cared to admit.

- Over the next few days, Roberto’s usual bravado gave way to something more genuine. He started hovering around you during missions, his energy crackling protectively whenever danger arose. “You’re making me crazy, you know that?” he teased one evening, though the concern in his voice was real.

- One night, under the glow of a flickering campfire during a mission, Roberto finally confessed his feelings. “You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met,” he said, his dark eyes softening. “But you don’t have to do it alone. Let me take some of that weight for you.”

- From that moment on, Roberto became your most devoted partner, his love for you shining as brightly as his powers. “You’re my light,” he said with a grin, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “And I’ll fight like hell to make sure nothing dims that.”

Lorna Dane aka. Polaris

- Lorna was a powerhouse, her mastery over magnetism giving her a sense of control in even the most chaotic situations. But during a particularly intense battle, when you used yourself as a shield to protect her, she was caught completely off guard. “Are you out of your mind?” she shouted as she sent a metal barrier flying to neutralize the threat. “What were you thinking?”

- Back at the mansion, Lorna couldn’t stop replaying the moment in her mind. “You don’t need to prove anything to me,” she said later, her green eyes filled with worry. “I already know how amazing you are. Just… don’t scare me like that again.”

- Despite her initial frustration, Lorna found herself thinking more about your bravery. She started watching you more closely, her concern for your well-being growing into something deeper. “You’re impossible,” she muttered one day, though the faint smile on her lips betrayed her affection.

- It wasn’t until a late-night conversation in the mansion’s workshop that Lorna finally opened up. “I’ve spent so much of my life trying to protect the people I care about,” she said, her voice soft. “But with you… it’s different. You make me feel like I don’t always have to be the strong one.”

- From that moment on, Lorna became fiercely protective of you, her magnetic fields often wrapping around you like an invisible shield. “We’re in this together,” she said one day, her hand brushing against yours. “But next time, let me take the hits, okay? You’re way too important to me.”

Neena Thurman aka. Domino

- Domino’s luck powers meant she was used to being the one who defied danger, her natural confidence making her a force to be reckoned with. So when you leapt in to protect her during a mission, taking a hit that had been aimed at her, she was furious. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” she demanded, her sharp gaze locking onto yours as she dispatched the remaining enemies with deadly precision.

- After the fight, Neena pulled you aside, her usual cool demeanor giving way to frustration. “I don’t need a hero,” she said, her tone biting but her eyes betraying a flicker of concern. “That’s my job.” Despite her protests, she couldn’t shake the feeling of gratitude mixed with worry that had settled in her chest.

- Over the next few days, Neena’s behavior toward you began to change. She started sticking closer during missions, her sharp eyes always scanning for threats in your direction. “You’ve got a death wish, don’t you?” she joked one day, though the protectiveness in her tone was undeniable.

- One evening, as the two of you sat on the mansion’s rooftop, Neena finally let her guard down. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” she said, her voice softer than usual. “But I guess that’s why I can’t stop thinking about you.”

- From that moment on, Domino became your fiercest ally and most loyal partner. “We make a pretty good team,” she said with a grin, her hand brushing against yours. “Just try not to get yourself killed, okay? I’m not lucky enough to find someone like you twice.”

Alison Blaire aka. Dazzler

- You had always admired Alison’s fearless attitude and her ability to turn sound into light, dazzling enemies with her powers as well as her presence. During a particularly chaotic mission, you noticed an enemy targeting her while she was focusing on saving civilians. Without hesitation, you threw yourself into the fray, using every bit of your strength to shield her. When the dust settled, Alison stood there, her hands glowing faintly, her mouth slightly open in shock. “What the hell was that?” she asked, her voice cracking slightly. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

- Later, Alison found you nursing your injuries and sat beside you, arms crossed, a mixture of anger and gratitude on her face. “You’re brave,” she admitted, her tone softening. “But seriously, you don’t have to protect me. I’ve been doing this long enough to handle myself.” Yet despite her words, you caught her stealing glances at you when she thought you weren’t looking.

- Over the next few missions, Alison became more protective of you, even if she’d never admit it outright. “Stay close, okay?” she’d say casually, positioning herself between you and danger. Her light shows became brighter and more ferocious when you were in harm’s way, and she started to realize how much she cared about your safety.

- One night, after a show she put on for the team to lighten the mood, Alison finally opened up. “You’ve got this way of making me feel like I’m more than just a performer,” she said, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of her powers. “And that scares the hell out of me.”

- From that moment on, Alison’s vibrant personality softened when it came to you. She’d use her powers to create private light displays just for you, her dazzling performances carrying an unspoken promise. “I don’t need saving,” she said one night, her hand brushing yours. “But if you ever need it, I’ll blind the whole world for you.”

Kevin Sydney aka. Morph

- Morph had always been the team’s class clown, using his shapeshifting abilities to lighten the mood in even the darkest moments. So when you threw yourself in front of him during a fight, taking a blow meant for him, he was completely unprepared for the surge of emotions that followed. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he exclaimed, pulling you back to safety. “What are you doing? I’m the comic relief—I’m supposed to be the one pulling stupid stunts!”

- Back at the mansion, Kevin couldn’t stop hovering around you, cracking jokes to hide his worry. “I get it—you wanted to impress me,” he said with a wink. “But next time, try not to, you know, almost die?” Despite his lighthearted tone, his eyes gave away just how shaken he was by the incident.

- Over the next few days, Morph’s usual antics became more focused on you. He’d shapeshift into ridiculous versions of himself to make you laugh or shift into your likeness to mimic your heroics. “See? I can be the noble protector too,” he teased, though his protectiveness became more genuine as his feelings for you deepened.

- One evening, during a rare quiet moment, Kevin finally dropped his playful facade. “I joke around a lot,” he admitted, his voice unusually serious. “But you? You make me want to be better—someone worth protecting, not just entertaining.”

- From then on, Morph’s shapeshifting abilities became a tool for both laughter and love. He’d transform into a shield or armor to keep you safe during missions, always with a quip on his lips. “I’ve got your back,” he’d say with a grin. “Literally. And I always will.”

David Haller aka. Legion

- Being with David meant navigating his fractured mind and the chaos that came with his immense powers. During a mission gone wrong, you saw one of his personalities struggling to take control, leaving him vulnerable. Without a second thought, you stepped in, shielding him from an incoming attack. When he came to, David’s mismatched eyes were wide with disbelief. “Why would you do that?” he asked, his voice trembling. “Do you have any idea how dangerous I am?”

- David tried to distance himself from you after that, convinced he was too unstable to deserve your protection. “You can’t keep doing that,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “I can’t… I can’t be responsible for you getting hurt.” But no matter how hard he tried to push you away, you refused to leave his side, determined to show him that he was worth protecting.

- Over time, David began to let you in, trusting you in ways he hadn’t trusted anyone before. You became his anchor, your presence helping him regain control when his personalities threatened to overwhelm him. “You’re not scared of me,” he said one day, his voice filled with wonder. “How is that even possible?”

- One night, as you sat together in the quiet of the mansion’s garden, David finally let his walls crumble. “You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel… whole,” he admitted, his hand shaking as it reached for yours. “I don’t know how you do it, but I don’t want to lose it.”

- From then on, David’s love for you became a stabilizing force in his life. He used his powers with newfound confidence, always keeping you in his mind as a source of strength. “You saved me,” he said one day, his voice steady for the first time in a long while. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never have to save me again.”

- Bishop was always the soldier, the protector, his rigid sense of duty driving him to shield others from harm. So when you stepped in to protect him during a mission, intercepting an attack that would have taken him down, he was furious. “What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded, his usually calm demeanor replaced by uncharacteristic anger. “I don’t need saving!”

Lucas Bishop aka. Bishop

- Later, Bishop found himself unable to stop thinking about your actions. He sought you out, his stern expression softening as he spoke. “You’re brave,” he admitted reluctantly. “But that doesn’t mean you have to put yourself in harm’s way for me.” Despite his words, he couldn’t deny the respect and admiration growing in his chest.

- Over time, Bishop started watching you more closely during missions, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive whenever you were in danger. “Stay close to me,” he’d say, his voice gruff but filled with an undercurrent of concern. It was clear that your courage had left an indelible mark on him.

- One evening, as the two of you sat together cleaning your gear, Bishop finally let his guard down. “I’ve always been the one protecting others,” he said, his voice low. “But you… you make me realize it’s okay to rely on someone else. And that scares me.”

Wade Wilson aka. Deadpool

- Deadpool is absolutely thrilled by your drunk antics. The moment he notices you’re tipsy, he’s already planning a night of wild fun. He matches your energy effortlessly, encouraging every silly idea you come up with and joining in wholeheartedly. If you want to dance in the street, he’s right there, pulling off moves that are as chaotic as they are impressive.

- Your laughter and unfiltered words are music to Wade’s ears. You start complimenting him in the most exaggerated way possible, telling him he’s the funniest, hottest, most badass guy you’ve ever known. Wade pretends to be modest, fanning himself and swooning dramatically, but he’s genuinely touched by your words, even if they’re a bit slurred.

- You get the brilliant idea to dress Wade up in something ridiculous from a nearby shop, and he’s completely on board. Soon, he’s decked out in an assortment of scarves, sunglasses, and a feathery hat, posing for selfies with you. His confidence is unshakable, and the two of you end up laughing until you can’t breathe.

- When some passerby gives you a look for being loud, Wade immediately goes into “defense mode.” He makes a show of protecting your honor, using his humor and antics to both embarrass the person and make you laugh. “Nobody messes with my date,” he declares proudly, throwing an arm around you and grinning as if he just saved the day.

- At some point, you start getting sleepy, and Wade immediately notices, going from his usual zany self to surprisingly gentle. He’ll scoop you up in his arms, cracking a few jokes to make sure you’re still smiling, but his voice softens as he assures you he’ll get you home safely. You nestle into his shoulder, feeling oddly safe in his chaotic embrace.

- Once you’re home, Wade stays with you, making sure you have water and helping you settle into bed. His usual humor is still there, but there’s a quiet fondness in his actions. As he pulls the blanket over you, he murmurs, “You’re a riot, you know that?” and gives your forehead a gentle kiss before plopping himself down next to you to keep watch.

Nathan Summers aka. Cable

- Cable is instantly protective the moment he sees you’re tipsy. He’s not used to seeing you let loose like this, so he stays close, a steady presence by your side. His arm is there whenever you stumble or lean, and he keeps a watchful eye on your surroundings, not wanting anything to disturb your fun.

- You start poking fun at his serious demeanor, playfully calling him “Mr. Intense” and trying to get him to crack a smile. Despite himself, he can’t help but smirk at your efforts, even letting out a chuckle when you do an over-the-top impression of his voice. He finds your carefree attitude refreshing, even if he’s not used to it.

- Cable is a bit taken aback when you start rambling about how much you admire his strength and bravery, even calling him your “badass protector.” He’s not one for flattery, but he listens quietly, deeply moved by your words even if he doesn’t show it. He simply nods, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as you continue.

- When someone tries to chat you up or gets a bit too close, Cable doesn’t hesitate to step in. He’s intimidating without even trying, and one look from him is enough to make the person back off. He keeps you close, his hand warm and solid on your back, murmuring, “You’re safe with me,” with a conviction that melts your heart.

- As the night winds down and you start getting drowsy, Cable insists on taking you home. He’s gentle as he helps you into his arms, carrying you like you weigh nothing. You rest your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling safe in his protective hold as he walks you back with steady, assured steps.

- Once you’re home, Cable makes sure you’re comfortable, fetching water and making sure you have everything you need. He stays nearby, his usual stoicism softened as he watches over you. As you start drifting off, he brushes a hand over your hair, murmuring, “Get some rest, sweetheart,” his deep voice surprisingly tender.

Hank McCoy aka. Beast

- Hank is both amused and concerned when he realizes you’re drunk, but he quickly adjusts, taking on the role of caretaker. He’s attentive, making sure you’re hydrated and offering you food, all while chuckling softly at your slightly slurred words and bright laughter. He finds your uninhibited state endearing, and it brings out his own softer side.

- You start playfully teasing Hank about his formal vocabulary, trying to mimic his mannerisms. He laughs, his eyes crinkling with genuine joy, and he can’t help but join in on the joke. “Oh, my dear, your imitation is most extraordinary,” he says with mock seriousness, and you both dissolve into laughter.

- At some point, you become fascinated by his blue fur, running your fingers through it and complimenting how “soft and majestic” he is. Hank is taken aback but incredibly touched, his cheeks flushing a bit as he watches you. He’s used to people being put off by his appearance, so your admiration means the world to him.

- When you start to stumble a bit, Hank is right there, steadying you with gentle hands. He’ll hold you close, a reassuring presence, and softly remind you to take it easy. You lean into him, feeling safe and comforted by his warmth, and he can’t help but smile as he wraps an arm around you protectively.

- Your laughter and openness make Hank feel cherished in a way he rarely allows himself to feel. When you ramble about how amazing and brilliant he is, he listens with a quiet smile, moved by your words. He’ll thank you with his usual grace, but there’s a hint of shyness in his voice as he murmurs, “You’re far too kind, my dear.”

- Once it’s time to head home, Hank stays by your side, making sure you’re comfortable and safe. He’ll help you settle in, bringing you a glass of water and sitting by your side until you’re ready to sleep. As you drift off, he gently brushes a hand over your forehead, his voice soft as he promises to be there when you wake.

Piotr Rasputin aka. Colossus

- When Piotr sees you’re tipsy and a bit too carefree, he’s both amused and a little concerned. His protective instincts kick in immediately. Piotr has a heart as strong as his metallic form, so he keeps a gentle but firm hand on you, making sure you’re steady as you go about your playful antics.

- You start trying to pull him into a dance, tugging at his arm and laughing at his initial reluctance. Piotr is a bit bashful about dancing, but he can’t resist you. Soon enough, he’s twirling you around with surprising grace, his booming laughter mixing with yours as he finally lets loose, if only for you.

- As the night goes on, you start telling Piotr how incredibly handsome he is, even trying to guess just how many abs he has under that metal skin. He blushes, but he doesn’t mind your flattery one bit. He responds with a soft “Thank you, my love,” finding your compliments both sweet and funny in your tipsy state.

- When someone accidentally bumps into you a bit too roughly, Piotr is quick to step in, shielding you with his massive form. He doesn’t say a word, but his sheer presence is enough to make the other person back off. You give him a wide grin, playfully thanking your “knight in shining armor,” and he laughs, ruffling your hair.

- As you start getting sleepy, Piotr doesn’t hesitate to pick you up effortlessly, cradling you in his arms like you’re made of glass. You snuggle against his chest, murmuring contentedly, and he smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he carries you back home, a picture of pure gentleness despite his imposing size.

- Once home, Piotr makes sure you’re comfortable, bringing you water and even a snack in case you’re hungry. He tucks you into bed, his hand gentle as he brushes back your hair. He sits beside you, watching over you with a look of pure adoration. “Sleep well, moya lyubov,” he whispers, his voice soft and tender as he stays by your side until you drift off.

Illyana Rasputin aka. Magik

- Illyana is endlessly entertained by your drunk state. She’s more than a bit mischievous herself, so she finds your loosened inhibitions delightful, even egging you on with that sly smirk of hers. She subtly encourages your antics, ready to jump in if anything gets too out of hand but thoroughly enjoying the chaos you’re bringing to the night.

- You start talking about how incredible she is, praising her strength, her magic, and her beauty in a rambling but heartfelt way. Illyana is not one for sentiment, but your words surprise and touch her. She scoffs at first, pretending not to be affected, but she quietly pulls you closer, her hand lingering on your arm a bit longer than usual.

- When you start playfully trying to mimic her powers, making “magic” gestures with your hands, she laughs—a rare, genuine laugh that’s both warm and amused. She indulges you by creating a small, glowing orb of magic just to watch your reaction. Seeing your face light up with wonder makes her smirk proudly, her icy exterior melting just a little.

- If anyone dares to mess with you or give you a hard time, Illyana’s eyes narrow, and her voice takes on an unmistakably dangerous edge. She doesn’t need to do much; her mere presence is enough to send most people scrambling. She wraps an arm around you protectively, her expression daring anyone else to try something.

- As you start getting tired, Illyana simply opens a portal, whisking you both away from the noise and chaos. You end up somewhere quiet and peaceful, surrounded by the glow of her magic. She sits beside you, her hand resting on yours as you lean against her, and for once, she doesn’t feel the need to say anything.

- Once you’re home, Illyana makes sure you’re comfortable, a bit awkwardly but with genuine care. She may not be the type to dote, but she brings you water and even reads a few spells to help soothe you to sleep. As she watches over you, her usual guarded expression softens, and she gently murmurs, “You’re a fool…but you’re my fool.”

Warren Worthington III aka. Angel

- Warren is a bit taken aback by how uninhibited you are after a few drinks. He’s used to being the one people rely on, but tonight it’s clear you’re the one who needs looking after. He finds it endearing, though, and doesn’t hesitate to step into the role of caretaker, his wings folded protectively around you whenever he senses you might stumble.

- You start excitedly talking about how amazing his wings are, going on about how he’s “literally an angel.” Warren chuckles, charmed by your enthusiasm. He unfurls his wings just for you, letting you run your fingers along the soft feathers. He finds your awe adorable, and he watches you with a soft smile as you marvel at his wings.

- Warren isn’t one for public attention, so when you try to get him to dance with you, he’s a bit hesitant. But seeing how happy it would make you, he agrees, guiding you onto the dance floor. He’s graceful, his movements fluid and smooth, and he holds you close, making you feel like you’re floating on air as he twirls you around with practiced ease.

- When someone tries to flirt with you, Warren’s usually calm demeanor slips, and he’s immediately by your side, politely but firmly making it clear that you’re taken. He wraps an arm around your waist, his wings flaring slightly, a subtle but unmistakable display of possessiveness that leaves no room for doubt. You give him a playful smile, teasing him about being jealous, and he just shrugs, pulling you closer.

- As you start getting sleepy, Warren lifts you effortlessly, his wings unfurling as he carries you. The feel of being held in his arms, surrounded by his wings, is both comforting and exhilarating, and you rest your head against his shoulder, feeling like you’re in the safest place in the world as he flies you both home.

- Once you’re settled in, Warren makes sure you’re taken care of, bringing you water and a blanket. He sits beside you, one wing draped over you protectively. As you drift off, he brushes a gentle kiss across your forehead, murmuring, “Goodnight, beautiful.” His soft words and the warmth of his wing create a cocoon of comfort that lulls you into the most peaceful sleep.

Alex Summers aka. Havok

- When Alex notices you’re a bit tipsy and carefree, he’s immediately on alert, but there’s also a spark of amusement in his eyes. Alex has a playful side, so he’s more than happy to keep an eye on you while letting you enjoy yourself, but he’s right there, ready to catch you if you trip or get too wild.

- You start playfully challenging him, telling him you could totally take on his energy blasts. He chuckles, teasing you back, saying, “You don’t know what you’re asking for, babe.” He eventually indulges you, showing off a small burst of his powers, and you’re captivated, clapping and cheering him on like his personal cheerleader.

- As the night goes on, you get bolder, dragging Alex onto the dance floor despite his protests. He’s a bit awkward at first but eventually warms up to the idea, twirling you around and even busting out a few moves that make you laugh. His easygoing nature shines through, and he can’t help but grin as he dances with you.

- When someone tries to flirt with you, Alex becomes fiercely protective, pulling you close and giving the person a look that says “back off.” He doesn’t need to say anything; his arm around your waist speaks volumes. You grin up at him, half teasing and half smitten, as he steers you away, his arm never leaving your side.

- Eventually, when you start to get sleepy, Alex scoops you up in his arms, carrying you with ease. He whispers jokes and light-hearted teasing in your ear, trying to keep you awake just a little longer, but it only makes you smile drowsily, snuggling against him as he carries you home.

- Once you’re safe and sound, Alex tucks you into bed, a soft smile on his face as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. He lingers a bit, watching you with a fond gaze before quietly whispering, “Sleep well, sweetheart.” His fingers trail over your hand for a moment, a gentle reassurance that he’ll be there when you wake up.

Kitty Pryde aka. Shadowcat

- Kitty finds your tipsy, carefree self incredibly adorable, and she can’t stop giggling at how playful you’ve become. She’s happy to go along with the fun, but she’s also quietly making sure you don’t get into too much trouble, always one step ahead in case you need her to phase you out of a sticky situation.

- You start going on about how awesome her phasing powers are, insisting that she has the coolest abilities of any X-Man. Kitty blushes a bit at your enthusiastic praise but secretly loves it. She phases her hand through a wall just to impress you, grinning when you gasp in awe.

- When you try to get her to dance with you, Kitty is more than willing. She’s got a playful side and loves that she can let loose with you. The two of you end up creating a goofy dance routine, laughing so hard you nearly fall over, and it’s clear that she’s enjoying every second of your time together.

- At one point, you jokingly challenge her to see who can walk through the most solid objects. Kitty laughs, holding your hand and phasing you both through a wall together. You’re both in fits of laughter on the other side, and she whispers, “We make a pretty unstoppable team, don’t we?”

- When you start to get a bit tired, Kitty offers to phase you back home, giving you a playful wink as she grabs your hand. The journey home feels like an adventure in itself, with her phasing you both through shortcuts and making you feel like you’re floating on air.

- Once you’re safely home, Kitty brings you some water and makes sure you’re comfortable. She sits beside you, stroking your hand softly as you start to drift off, whispering sweet little reassurances. She gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, murmuring, “Goodnight, love,” before phasing out of the room like a guardian angel.

Jubilation Lee aka. Jubilee

- Jubilee absolutely loves seeing you tipsy and carefree, and she’s all about bringing even more chaos into the night. She’s hyped up by your enthusiasm and immediately joins in, cracking jokes and egging you on with her signature mischievous grin.

- You start going on and on about how incredible her fireworks powers are, even suggesting that she put on a little light show just for you. Jubilee, of course, can’t resist, and she lets out a small burst of colorful sparkles that dance around you. She loves seeing your face light up in awe, and she gives you a little “ta-da” with a dramatic bow.

- When you both hit the dance floor, it’s pure, unfiltered chaos. Jubilee matches your energy perfectly, spinning you around, and even busting out some hilariously wild dance moves. You’re both laughing so hard you nearly collapse, and she keeps you close, her laughter echoing over the music as the two of you revel in the moment.

- Eventually, you get it in your head that you want to make everyone in the room your friend, and Jubilee happily helps you out, introducing you to random people and hyping you up. She playfully calls herself your “wingwoman,” and it’s clear that she’s enjoying every second of being part of your night’s shenanigans.

- When you start getting tired, Jubilee wraps her arm around your shoulders, guiding you out with a laugh. She creates little fireworks along the way, lighting up the path back home like a mini parade, and you can’t stop smiling at her dedication to making the night special for you.

- Once home, she grabs you some water and a snack, plopping down beside you with a grin. She keeps chatting with you, telling you funny stories and making you laugh until your sides hurt. Eventually, she tucks you in, leaning down to give you a sweet, gentle kiss on the cheek as she whispers, “Night, party animal. Sleep tight.”

Betsy Braddock aka. Pyslocke

- Betsy doesn’t mind letting loose every now and then, but seeing you so uninhibited and tipsy takes her by surprise. She’s amused and a little cautious, watching you with that poised, mysterious smile of hers. Still, she stays close, enjoying the show as you reveal your playful side, a side she rarely gets to see.

- When you start waxing poetic about how stunning she looks—even more than usual—she chuckles, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush. Betsy can’t help but be a bit flattered by your enthusiasm. She teases you about your "poetry skills," but she can tell that you mean every word, and it melts her usually guarded heart.

- You insist she show off her psychic knife, asking if she can make one for you, too. Betsy humors you by creating a small, harmless flicker of energy, making sure to keep you at a safe distance. You’re mesmerized, watching the glowing psychic blade in awe, and she finds it endearing how fascinated you are.

- When you suggest a dance, she’s initially hesitant but eventually gives in. With that elegant, graceful way of hers, Betsy leads you across the dance floor, guiding you effortlessly through the music. Even as you stumble or laugh, she’s right there, keeping you steady and making sure you have a good time.

- When someone makes an offhand comment about you, Betsy’s expression hardens instantly. She sends the person a piercing glare that’s enough to make anyone think twice, subtly standing protectively in front of you. You may not notice it in your tipsy state, but she’s got her watchful eye on everyone around, making sure you’re safe.

- Once you’re both back home, Betsy gently helps you out of your shoes, her touch tender as she cares for you. She brings you water, brushing her hand softly over your cheek as you start to drift off. Before leaving, she sits beside you, fingers tracing gentle patterns on your hand, whispering a soft, “Goodnight, love,” before making her way to the door, leaving you feeling safe and cherished.

Roberto da Costa aka. Sunspot

- Roberto finds your tipsy antics absolutely hilarious and can’t resist playing along. He’s laughing the entire time, keeping up with your energy and encouraging you with that charming, mischievous grin of his. If there’s anyone who loves a night of fun and chaos, it’s Roberto.

- You go on and on about how his solar-powered abilities are the coolest thing ever, insisting he show off. Roberto is more than happy to oblige, creating a small burst of flame in his hand just for you. He loves seeing your eyes widen in awe, and he playfully asks if you’d like him to light up the whole room, winking as you cheer him on.

- When you challenge him to a dance-off, Roberto is all in, no hesitation. He matches you move for move, spinning and twirling you with ease, laughing as you both let loose. You feel like the only two people in the world, his attention completely on you as he guides you across the dance floor like it’s your own personal party.

- Someone tries to cut in, and Roberto immediately places himself between you and the stranger, giving them a polite but firm smile. “Sorry, they’re with me.” His protective side shines through as he keeps his arm around you, making it clear to everyone else that you’re spoken for.

- When you start getting sleepy, Roberto insists on carrying you back to the car, making the journey feel like some grand, romantic adventure. He jokes about being your “knight in solar-powered armor,” and you can’t help but giggle as he makes dramatic declarations about keeping you safe.

- Back home, Roberto gently helps you get comfortable, bringing you a glass of water and sitting beside you with a warm, soft smile. He stays with you until you fall asleep, his hand holding yours, murmuring sweet, affectionate words in Portuguese, promising to be there for you every step of the way.

Lorna Dane aka. Polaris

- Lorna can’t help but laugh when she sees you tipsy and carefree. She’s usually the one in control, but seeing you this way brings out her more relaxed side. She’s right by your side the whole time, playfully teasing you but also making sure you’re safe and sound.

- You start gushing about how amazing her green hair and magnetic abilities are, saying she looks like some ethereal goddess. Lorna just chuckles, brushing her hair back a little as she accepts your compliments, enjoying every bit of your enthusiastic admiration. She might act like it’s nothing, but she loves how much you adore her unique qualities.

- When you ask her to “do something cool” with her powers, Lorna grins, indulging you by making small objects float around in the air. She even creates a little magnetic bracelet just for you, slipping it onto your wrist with a wink as you beam with excitement, promising to wear it as your "superpowered good luck charm."

- On the dance floor, Lorna keeps you close, guiding you with that gentle but confident touch of hers. She laughs softly every time you stumble or lose your balance, steadying you with a smile and a quick, reassuring squeeze of your hand. Her presence feels grounding, even in the chaos of the night.

- When someone tries to cut in or grab your attention, Lorna’s protectiveness kicks in. She uses her magnetic abilities subtly, creating a little magnetic field to guide the person away. You may not notice, but she’s fiercely guarding you the whole time, unwilling to let anyone disrupt your night together.

- Back home, Lorna makes sure you’re comfortable, brushing a hand through your hair and settling you into bed. She sits beside you for a while, stroking your cheek softly and watching over you as you drift off. Her voice is soft as she murmurs, “Sleep well, my love,” promising to be right there when you wake up, her devotion evident in every quiet, caring gesture.

Neena Thurman aka. Domino

- Domino finds your tipsy antics absolutely hilarious and encourages you to let loose even more. She’s always been a fan of chaos, and watching you dance and sing off-key is a welcome distraction from her usual intense life. With a wicked grin, she keeps the drinks flowing, ready to match your energy.

- When you start complimenting her on how badass she is, she raises an eyebrow, clearly flattered but playing it cool. “You’re just saying that because you’re drunk,” she teases, but her smile tells you she appreciates your admiration. The way you look at her ignites a spark of warmth in her heart, and she can't help but playfully flex her muscles.

- You challenge her to a game of chance, tossing dice or playing cards, and she dives in, ready to show off her luck manipulation. Every time she wins, she leans in closer, whispering playful taunts and insisting that her luck has nothing to do with the drinks you’ve both had. Your laughter fills the air as you keep the playful banter going.

- Domino is always on the lookout for potential trouble, and if someone gets too close or too handsy, her protective instincts kick in immediately. She’ll casually place herself between you and the unwanted attention, throwing a nonchalant smirk over her shoulder while making it clear that she won’t tolerate any nonsense when it comes to you.

- When the two of you step outside for some fresh air, she pulls you in close, an arm around your waist as you both lean against a wall. Under the stars, she talks about her life, her past, and her battles, but she keeps it light, interspersing her stories with humor. You can see the softer side of her, the one she usually hides behind her tough exterior.

- After the night winds down and you’re both back home, Domino helps you settle onto the couch, bringing you a glass of water and an extra blanket. She curls up beside you, letting her head rest against yours, and in this quiet moment, she reveals a vulnerability she rarely shows, murmuring about how nice it is to let go every once in a while.

Alison Blaire aka. Dazzler

- Dazzler is a whirlwind of energy, and your tipsy antics only add to her excitement. She thrives on fun, and seeing you so carefree inspires her to embrace her inner party girl even more. Together, you create a raucous atmosphere that lights up the night, her laughter ringing like music as she encourages you to dance wildly.

- As you start gushing about how amazing her powers are and how she lights up the stage, she beams, clearly flattered by your compliments. “You should see me when I’m performing,” she responds playfully, a twinkle in her eye. The way you admire her makes her feel like a superstar, and she wants to show you just how dazzling she can be.

- When you suggest a karaoke battle, Dazzler jumps at the chance, pulling you onto the stage without hesitation. She brings her own flair, using her light-based powers to create a dazzling show around you, turning the room into a vibrant spectacle. Together, you sing your hearts out, her voice harmonizing beautifully with yours, creating a moment that feels like magic.

- If anyone tries to rain on your parade or come between you two, Dazzler’s fierce side comes out. With a swift movement, she sends a burst of light in their direction, enough to make them reconsider. “Back off, I’m with my number one fan!” she declares, standing protectively in front of you while keeping a playful edge to her tone.

- When you start getting sleepy, Dazzler notices right away, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “Hey, don’t worry! I’ll take care of you,” she reassures, guiding you back to her place. With her, you feel safe and cherished, and she quietly hums a gentle tune as she helps you settle in.

- As the night winds down, Dazzler plays soft music in the background, her light powers creating a warm, cozy ambiance. She sits beside you, brushing her fingers through your hair, whispering sweet words about how much fun she had. You can feel her affection enveloping you like a soft blanket, and you drift off with a content smile, knowing you’re in the company of someone who truly cares.

Kevin Sydney aka. Morph

- Morph is all about having fun, so when he sees you a little tipsy, his eyes light up with mischief. He can’t resist joining in on your antics, turning himself into all sorts of funny characters and making you laugh uncontrollably. His playful nature only fuels your own silliness, and together, you’re a force of comedic chaos.

- As you drunkenly rave about how hilarious he is and how you love his powers, Morph goes overboard with the impressions. “You think I’m funny? Just wait until you see my best Wolverine impression!” He starts mimicking Logan’s gruff voice, making exaggerated gestures that leave you in stitches, tears streaming down your cheeks from laughter.

- You challenge him to a transformation contest, and he jumps at the opportunity. Each transformation is more ridiculous than the last—one moment he’s a giant balloon animal, the next he’s a famous movie star. Every time he shifts forms, you’re there, cheering him on and giggling at his antics, completely caught up in the joy of the moment.

- If someone approaches you two with less-than-friendly intentions, Morph’s protective side surfaces in a comically exaggerated way. He transforms into a hulking monster, looming over them and growling with faux menace. “You want some of this?” he bellows, cracking you up even more while also warding off any unwanted attention.

- Once the chaos of the night calms down, Morph helps you back to his place, where he makes sure you’re comfortable. He finds a blanket and wraps it around you, making a joke about “keeping his favorite human warm.” It’s sweet and silly, and you can’t help but smile at the genuine care he has for you.

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)

The world always felt like it was moving too slowly for Pietro Maximoff. His entire life had been lived in a blur of speed, a constant race that few could even begin to comprehend. But somehow, with you, everything slowed down.

He was leaning against the railing of the rooftop balcony, the city lights sprawling out beneath him. You approached quietly, though you knew he sensed your presence the second you stepped outside.

"Another late-night race?" you asked, leaning beside him, feeling the breeze ruffle your hair as he looked over at you with that mischievous grin you loved so much.

"Needed to clear my head," Pietro replied, running a hand through his silver hair. "Sometimes it’s hard to keep up, even for me."

You raised an eyebrow at that, surprised. Pietro, always so confident and cocky, rarely admitted when something was bothering him. "You? The fastest man alive can’t keep up?"

He chuckled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "You know what I mean. It’s like… I’m always moving, always running, and sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be able to just… stop."

You reached out, placing your hand on his arm. "What makes you think you have to stop?"

Pietro shrugged, glancing down at your hand before meeting your gaze again. "I don’t know. It’s just… I’ve always been this way, right? Impulsive, impatient, always in motion. And sometimes I feel like that’s all I am. Just speed. Nothing else."

You frowned, your heart aching for him. Pietro’s powers were a core part of him, but you knew there was so much more to him than that. He was loyal, protective, fiercely caring—especially when it came to those he loved.

"You’re more than just speed," you said softly, stepping closer to him. "You’re Pietro. You’re kind, stubborn, quick-witted… and yeah, maybe you’re a little impulsive, but that’s part of what makes you so amazing. You’re not just your powers."

He looked at you, his blue eyes searching yours as if trying to believe what you were saying. "You really think that? I don’t even know what I’d be without my powers. It’s like they’re all people see."

"I don’t see just your powers," you said, your voice firm. "I see you. Pietro Maximoff. You’re perfect just the way you are."

Pietro stared at you for a long moment, his usual cocky mask slipping as something more vulnerable surfaced. He stepped forward, his hand cupping your cheek gently. "How did I get so lucky?"

You smiled, leaning into his touch. "I could ask you the same thing."

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. "You’re the only one who can slow me down, you know that?"

"I’ll always be here to slow you down," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck as his lips found yours in a kiss that was as soft and tender as the man beneath all the speed and bravado.

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

The candles flickered softly in the dimly lit room, their warm light casting a soft glow across the space. Wanda sat beside you on the couch, her hands resting in her lap, her expression distant. You could feel the weight of the magic she constantly carried, the burden of controlling the chaos that lived within her.

"Wanda?" you said gently, your voice soft as you reached out to take her hand in yours.

She looked up at you, her deep, expressive eyes searching your face for comfort. "Sometimes I wonder if this is all too much," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "The magic, the power… everything. It feels like I’m always one step away from losing control."

You squeezed her hand gently, your thumb brushing over her skin. "You’re not going to lose control."

She sighed, her gaze dropping to where your hands were entwined. "But what if I do? What if one day I can’t control it, and I hurt the people I love? I’ve done it before. I’ve lost everything because of this power."

You shook your head, moving closer to her. "That’s not going to happen, Wanda. You’ve come so far, and you’ve learned to control it. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for."

She bit her lip, her fingers tightening around yours. "It’s hard to believe that sometimes. People look at me and they see the Scarlet Witch. They see power, chaos, destruction. They don’t see me."

You reached out, gently turning her face so she was looking at you. "I see you. I see Wanda. The woman who’s kind, brave, and so much stronger than anyone realizes. You’re not just your powers, and you’re not defined by your past mistakes."

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she listened to your words, her vulnerability laid bare in front of you. "How can you say that? After everything I’ve done?"

"Because I love you," you said simply, your voice steady. "I love you for who you are, not for what you can do. You’re perfect the way you are, Wanda. Your power doesn’t define you. You do."

She closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek as she leaned into your touch. "I don’t deserve you."

"You deserve all the love in the world," you whispered, pulling her into a soft, comforting embrace. "And I’m never going to stop reminding you of that."

Wanda melted into your arms, her head resting on your shoulder as she let out a soft breath. "Thank you."

"Always," you murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair as you held her close, letting her know she was never alone in her fight for control, and that no matter what, you’d always see her for the beautiful person she was.

Nathan Summers (Cable)

Nathan Summers was a man who carried the weight of the world—no, the weight of time—on his shoulders. His entire life had been a constant battle, a never-ending war against the future, and yet here he was, sitting beside you in the quiet of the night.

You could feel the tension radiating from him as he cleaned his weapon, the quiet clicks and metallic sounds filling the space. His eye glowed faintly in the dim light, the techno-organic virus that had plagued him since birth always a visible reminder of his burdens.

"You’re quiet tonight," you observed, sitting across from him, your legs tucked beneath you as you watched him work. "What’s on your mind?"

Nathan paused, his gaze flicking up to meet yours for a moment before returning to his task. "Just thinking."

You raised an eyebrow, knowing that for Nathan, "just thinking" usually meant he was wrestling with something far deeper than he let on. "About what?"

He sighed, setting the gun down on the table with a heavy thud. "About whether I’ll ever really be free of all this," he gestured vaguely to his body, his arm, the ever-present glow of his cybernetic eye. "The virus, the constant fighting, the future. It’s all I’ve ever known."

You frowned, leaning forward as you rested your hand on his arm. "You’ve been through more than anyone should ever have to go through, Nate. But that doesn’t mean it defines who you are."

Nathan’s jaw clenched, his gaze hard as he stared down at the table. "But what if it does? What if this is all I am? A soldier, a weapon, someone who’s only good for war. What if there’s nothing left when all the fighting is done?"

Your heart ached for him. Nathan was so much more than just the battles he fought, but you knew that convincing him of that wasn’t easy. He had lived a life of pain and struggle, and sometimes it felt like that was all he could see.

"You’re not just a soldier," you said softly, your hand moving to cup his face, your thumb brushing over the rough texture of his skin. "You’re Nathan Summers. You’re kind, you’re strong, and you care about people in ways you don’t even realize. You’ve protected so many, saved so many lives, and you do it because you care. Not because it’s all you are."

Nathan’s eyes softened as he looked at you, his hardened exterior cracking just a little under the weight of your words. "You really believe that?"

"I do," you said, your voice steady. "I believe in you, Nate. And I know you’re more than the sum of your scars. You’re perfect just the way you are."

Nathan stared at you for a long moment before finally pulling you into his arms, holding you close as if you were the one thing grounding him in the storm that was his life. "I don’t know what I’d do without you," he murmured into your hair.

"You won’t ever have to find out," you whispered back, your arms tightening around him as you held him close, the two of you finding peace in each other’s presence, even if only for a moment.

Roberto da Costa (Sunspot)

The sun was setting over the sprawling grounds of the mansion, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. You and Roberto sat on the balcony, watching the last rays of light disappear beyond the horizon. His hand rested on yours, his fingers warm and comforting, just like the energy that always seemed to radiate from him.

Roberto had always been the confident one, the one who never doubted himself or his abilities. But tonight, there was something different about him. You could see it in the way he stared out at the sky, his usual carefree expression replaced by something more pensive.

"You’ve been quiet all evening," you said softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. "What’s going on?"

He didn’t answer right away, his dark eyes still focused on the fading light. "Do you ever feel like… no matter what you do, it’s never enough?"

You frowned, lifting your head to look at him. "What do you mean?"

Roberto sighed, finally turning his gaze to you. "I mean, I’ve always had everything. Power, wealth, status… but sometimes it feels like I’m still not doing enough. Like I should be more than just Sunspot. I should be using what I have to do more."

You shook your head, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "You already do so much, Roberto. You’ve saved lives, helped people, and you’re always there when it matters. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone."

He smiled faintly, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Maybe. But I just… I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder if people only see the guy with the money and the powers, and not me. The real me."

You squeezed his hand, your voice soft but firm. "I see you, Roberto. And I know that you’re more than your powers or your wealth. You’re kind, generous, and you care about people. That’s what makes you amazing. You don’t need to be anything more than who you are."

Roberto looked at you, his expression softening as he listened to your words. "You really think that?"

"I know that," you said, leaning in to kiss him gently. "You’re perfect just the way you are. You don’t have to be anything more than Roberto da Costa. That’s more than enough."

He smiled then, a real smile this time, and pulled you into his arms, resting his forehead against yours. "I don’t know what I did to deserve you."

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I could say the same thing."

Roberto kissed you then, slow and deep, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the two of you as the rest of the world fell away, leaving only the two of you and the love that you shared.

Piotr Rasputin (Colossus)

The weight of Piotr’s metal form was a constant presence beside you, his towering frame taking up most of the bed. You were curled up next to him, your head resting on his steel arm as the quiet sounds of the evening settled around you. There was something comforting about the cool feel of his metallic skin, a reminder of the strength and protection he always offered.

But tonight, Piotr was unusually distant. His deep blue eyes, gleaming beneath the reflective surface of his steel form, were fixed on the ceiling, his brow furrowed as if he was caught in some internal conflict.

“Piotr,” you called softly, lifting your hand to trace a finger down his arm. The smooth, metallic surface was cool under your touch, but it didn’t stop you from caressing him like he was the most precious thing in the world. “What’s bothering you?”

He sighed deeply, his massive chest rising and falling, even though his steel form didn’t need to breathe. His gaze didn’t shift from the ceiling. “I have been thinking… Do you ever wish I could be different? More… normal?”

You blinked in surprise. Of all the things you expected him to say, this wasn’t it. “What do you mean?”

Piotr’s eyes finally met yours, and there was a sadness in them you hadn’t seen before. “Look at me,” he said softly, lifting his steel hand as if to emphasize the point. “I am a giant made of metal. Unbreakable, but cold. Do you ever… do you ever miss being with someone who can give you warmth? Someone who is soft?”

Your heart broke a little at his words. He had always been so gentle, so careful with you despite his immense strength, but it had never occurred to you that he might feel self-conscious about his metal form.

“I don’t want someone else, Piotr,” you said firmly, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. The coolness of his skin was something you had grown to love, a reminder of his unwavering strength and the protection he offered. “I love you just the way you are.”

He seemed unconvinced, his gaze shifting away again. “But I am not like others. I cannot give you softness, or warmth. I cannot—”

“Stop,” you interrupted, your voice gentle but insistent. “You give me everything I need, Piotr. You’re strong, yes, but you’re also the kindest, most caring person I’ve ever met. You protect the people you love with everything you have. That’s what matters to me. Not whether you’re made of metal or flesh.”

Piotr hesitated, his eyes searching yours as if he was looking for some kind of reassurance. “You really mean that?”

“I do,” you said, leaning in to press a kiss to his cool, metallic cheek. “You’re perfect just the way you are, Piotr. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”

For a moment, Piotr said nothing, but then his massive arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest in a careful embrace. “You have always seen the best in me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I am lucky to have you.”

You smiled against his chest, the coolness of his body familiar and comforting. “And I’m lucky to have you, Piotr.”

As you lay together, the weight of his insecurities seemed to lift, leaving only the warmth of the love you shared, a love that needed no softness or warmth to feel real.

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

The gentle hum of the mansion’s nightfall settled around the two of you as you sat in Charles’ study. His wheelchair was parked beside the window, and you were nestled in the chair next to him, the soft glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows on the walls. It was peaceful here, in the quiet of the night, just the two of you in this rare moment of calm.

Charles had always been a man of intellect and responsibility. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, guiding his students, protecting mutants, and striving for peace in a world that often rejected them. But tonight, there was a heaviness in his expression that had nothing to do with his duties as a leader.

“Charles?” you asked softly, reaching out to place your hand on his arm. “You’ve been quiet all evening. Is something wrong?”

He didn’t look at you at first, his eyes focused on the window and the world beyond it. His brow furrowed, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low, as though the words weighed him down. “Do you ever wish… that things were different?”

You frowned, sitting up a little straighter. “What do you mean?”

Charles sighed, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of his wheelchair. “My body… it’s not what it once was. I can’t walk, I can’t offer you the same things a normal man could. And yet… you stay by my side. I wonder if you ever wish for something more.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. Charles was a man who was used to being in control, to offering wisdom and strength to those around him. But here, in this quiet moment, he was laying bare his deepest insecurity.

“Charles, I’ve never once wished for anything more than what we have,” you said gently, moving to kneel in front of him, your hands resting on his knees. “You are brilliant, kind, and strong. You’ve given your life to helping others, to protecting the people you love. That means more to me than whether or not you can walk.”

His blue eyes finally met yours, filled with uncertainty. “But don’t you miss the simplicity of being with someone who—”

“No,” you interrupted, shaking your head firmly. “I don’t. You are more than enough for me, Charles. You’ve shown me a kind of love that no one else ever could. Your body doesn’t define who you are. Your mind, your heart—that’s what matters. And those are perfect just the way they are.”

Charles stared at you for a long moment, his eyes softening as your words sank in. “I sometimes forget how fortunate I am to have you,” he murmured, reaching down to cup your face in his hands. “You have a way of reminding me of the things that truly matter.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch as you looked up at him. “And I always will.”

Charles leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his love enveloping you both as the world outside faded into the background, leaving only the two of you and the quiet understanding that you were exactly where you were meant to be—together.

Hank McCoy (Beast)

The soft glow of your shared lab illuminated Hank’s blue fur as he sat hunched over a microscope, his fingers deftly adjusting the settings. His concentration was admirable, but you could see the tension in his posture, the way his broad shoulders slumped as though the weight of his thoughts was pressing down on him.

You approached quietly, your hand resting gently on his back. “Hank, you’ve been at this for hours. Maybe it’s time for a break?”

He didn’t look up at first, his golden eyes still focused on the slides beneath the microscope. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual cheerfulness. “There’s still more work to be done.”

You frowned, pulling up a stool beside him. “You’ve been distant all day. What’s going on?”

Hank hesitated, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. There was something unspoken in his eyes, a deep, simmering insecurity that he rarely let surface. “It’s just… I’ve been thinking.”

“About what?”

He sighed, pushing the microscope aside as he leaned back in his chair, his large hands resting on the table. “About what I’ve become. This… beast. It wasn’t always like this, you know. I wasn’t always covered in blue fur with claws and fangs. Sometimes I wonder if this form… if it makes me less human. Less worthy of—”

“Don’t say that,” you interrupted, reaching for his hand. His large, clawed fingers dwarfed yours, but the touch was still gentle, as it always was with him. “You are not less worthy of anything, Hank. You are brilliant, compassionate, and so much more than just your appearance.”

He shook his head, his brow furrowed. “But look at me. I’m a scientist, someone who’s supposed to represent intellect and reason, and yet I look like… an animal.”

You squeezed his hand, your voice firm as you spoke. “You are not just a scientist, Hank. You’re a leader, a protector, and one of the kindest souls I’ve ever known. The way you look doesn’t change that.”

Hank’s golden eyes softened, though the doubt still lingered. “It’s hard to believe that sometimes.”

You moved closer, cupping his face in your hands, your fingers gently brushing through his thick blue fur. “I don’t care what you look like, Hank. You’re perfect just the way you are. Your mind, your heart—that’s what makes you who you are. Not this.” You gestured to his body, to the fur and claws that had caused him so much pain.

Hank stared at you for a long moment, his gaze filled with something like awe. “You always manage to see the best in me, even when I can’t.”

“That’s because I know who you are, Hank,” you said softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

Ororo Munroe (Storm)

The night sky above the mansion was alive with rolling clouds, their soft, silver linings glowing under the light of the moon. You stood at the edge of the garden, watching as Ororo controlled the very elements, her arms lifted toward the heavens, calling the wind and rain with effortless grace. The storm responded to her like an old friend, the wind whipping around her but never disturbing the calm in her eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched her, completely in awe of the power and beauty she embodied. But there was something in her posture tonight—something tense, uncertain. As the storm began to calm, you made your way toward her, the soft grass underfoot barely making a sound.

“Ororo,” you called gently, your voice barely rising above the rustling wind. She turned toward you, her white hair billowing around her face, her piercing blue eyes meeting yours. There was a flicker of worry there, an emotion she rarely showed.

“You’re troubled,” you observed, stepping closer and reaching for her hand. Her fingers, warm despite the chill in the air, curled around yours, but her gaze was distant.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said softly, her voice like the calm after a storm. “Do you ever feel overwhelmed by my power? By the way I… control nature? Sometimes I wonder if it makes me too distant, too… unreachable.”

You frowned, surprised by her words. Ororo was always the epitome of grace and strength to you—both a leader and a friend, someone who never hesitated to help others. You hadn’t expected her to feel insecure about the very thing that made her extraordinary.

“Unreachable?” you echoed, shaking your head as you tightened your grip on her hand. “Ororo, you’re one of the most grounded people I’ve ever known. Yes, you can control the weather, but that’s only a small part of who you are. It doesn’t make you distant. It makes you incredible.”

Her eyes softened, but the doubt lingered. “Sometimes I fear I am seen only as Storm, the weather goddess, rather than Ororo—the woman who has her own fears, desires, and vulnerabilities.”

You reached up, gently cupping her cheek in your hand. “I see Ororo, the woman I love. You’re not just your powers, Ororo. You’re kind, compassionate, and strong. That’s what matters to me. And whether you’re summoning a storm or standing here with me, you’re perfect just the way you are.”

For a moment, Ororo said nothing, but then her lips curled into a soft smile. The tension in her shoulders eased as she pulled you into her arms, the warmth of her embrace chasing away the chill in the air.

“You always know how to make me feel whole,” she murmured, resting her forehead against yours. “Thank you.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around her waist as the storm above you faded completely, leaving only the peaceful hum of the wind. “I’m just reminding you of what’s already true, Ororo.”

Anna Marie (Rogue)

The room was filled with soft lamplight as you sat across from Anna, her gloved hands resting on the table in front of her. The mansion was unusually quiet tonight, leaving the two of you in the comfortable solitude of the evening. But as you watched her, you could tell that something was weighing on her mind.

Her green eyes, normally so full of life, were downcast, and she kept fidgeting with the edge of her gloves—an all-too-familiar sign of her unease. You reached across the table, gently taking her hand in yours.

“Anna, what’s going on?” you asked softly, your thumb brushing over the smooth fabric of her glove. “You’ve been quiet all evening.”

She sighed, lifting her eyes to meet yours. “Ah’ve just been thinkin’… about how much my powers keep me from bein’ close to you.” Her Southern accent was tinged with sadness, her voice barely above a whisper. “No matter how much ah love you, ah can never touch you. Not the way ah want to.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in her voice. Anna’s powers had always been a source of pain for her—unable to touch anyone without absorbing their energy, their memories, or their very life force. It was a burden she carried every day, and you knew how much it hurt her to feel like she could never fully connect with the people she loved.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you said gently, squeezing her hand. “I don’t need physical touch to know how much you love me. You show me in so many other ways, Anna.”

She frowned, her lips pulling into a thin line. “But don’t you ever wish you could be with someone else? Someone who could hold you, kiss you, without havin’ to worry about hurtin’ you?”

You shook your head, leaning closer to her. “No, I don’t. I chose you, Anna. And I don’t care about the limits your powers put on us. You’re so much more than your powers.”

She looked at you, her eyes wide with uncertainty. “But ah can’t give you what you deserve.”

“You give me everything I need,” you said firmly. “You love with your whole heart, and that’s what matters. I don’t care if I can’t touch you the way other people might. You’re perfect just the way you are, Anna. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

For a long moment, she didn’t say anything, her eyes searching yours as though she was trying to find the truth in your words. Then, slowly, a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“You really mean that, don’t ya?”

“I do,” you said, squeezing her hand again. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Anna.”

She smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she stood up and walked around the table, sitting down beside you. Even though she couldn’t touch you skin to skin, she leaned in close, her presence warm and comforting.

“Ah love you so much,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Anna,” you murmured, resting your head on her shoulder, the two of you finding comfort in each other’s presence, even without the need for touch.

Emma Frost

The cool, sleek surface of the leather couch felt luxurious beneath you as you sat in Emma’s lavish penthouse, the glittering city lights stretching out far below. Emma, ever poised and graceful, sat across from you, her icy blue eyes focused on a glass of wine in her hand. The flicker of doubt in her expression was subtle, but you knew her well enough to notice.

Emma Frost wasn’t someone who showed vulnerability easily. She was the White Queen—powerful, confident, untouchable. But tonight, as she swirled her wine and avoided your gaze, you could tell something was bothering her.

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” you said softly, watching her carefully. “Is something wrong?”

Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for a brief moment, you saw the walls she so carefully constructed begin to crumble. “Do you ever wonder why you’re with me?” she asked, her voice steady but laced with an undertone of uncertainty.

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by her question. “Why would I wonder that?”

Emma set her glass down on the table and leaned back in her chair, her usual cool confidence replaced by something more vulnerable. “Because I’m not exactly… easy to love,” she admitted, her voice quiet. “I’m not soft, or nurturing. I don’t have the warmth that someone like Ororo or Jean might offer. And I know I can come off as cold, even to those I care about.”

You stood up from the couch and crossed the room to where she sat, kneeling in front of her and taking her hands in yours. Her perfectly manicured nails rested against your skin, her touch delicate despite her sharp exterior.

“Emma,” you began softly, your eyes locking onto hers, “I’m with you because I love you. Not because of what you think you’re lacking, but because of everything you are.”

She looked at you, her icy blue eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt. “But I’m not like other women. I’m not… warm.”

“You don’t have to be,” you replied, your voice firm. “You’re strong, brilliant, and unapologetically yourself. That’s what I love about you. You’re honest, even when it’s hard, and you don’t pretend to be something you’re not. That’s what makes you perfect.”

Emma’s lips parted slightly, as though she wanted to argue, but no words came. Instead, she looked down at your hands, her fingers tightening around yours ever so slightly.

“You think I’m perfect?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I know you are,” you said, leaning in closer. “And I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, Emma.”

For a moment, Emma was silent, her usually guarded expression softening as your words sank in. Then, with a rare tenderness, she reached out and cupped your face in her hands, her thumbs gently brushing your cheeks.

“You always know how to break through my defenses,” she murmured, her voice filled with a warmth she usually kept hidden.

“That’s because I love you, Emma,” you said with a smile. “All of you.”

"cable. I'm perfectly fine, see. I've done all my duties. You don't have to worry about anything, " giving him my oscar nominated FAKE smile that fooled my family for years!

he knew, he's not an idiot but he chose to play a long for now as he can clearly see it's not a good time.

"yn... fine.. as you like" he just walks out.

That was weird.

The day passed on pretty quickly, and my favorite time finally came... 3am.

The time when everyone a sleep, and peace spreads through the mansion... the beauty of being alone.

I love being alone... it feels refreshing.. like you just want to go make a lemonade in the middle of the night or... a cheese sandwich then cut it..or justslitmythroatandfeelfineforonce

it's not like I'm a good addition to the team. Why can't I just leave... I don't get it.

They clearly showed me that they want me gone...

overthinking while I slice my cheese sandwich, proceeding to take a bite to suddenly face the last person I want to see...

domino... ugh...

"Not happy to see me?" said with smugness on her face.

At least she's smart for once, but what does she want?

"Do you need anything?" smiling professionally at her... we were still a team.

walking closer to my spot. "Hmm... I need a favor" as she swipes her finger on the counter... "See this thing... cable is... how do I say it, important to me... so... don't take it the wrong way, but.. you have to leave" said in the sweetest tone ever... not to lighten it up but to hurt me even deeper.

Every word she said leaked venom.

"I don't get it? what does it have to do with me?" I was already pissed. Domino, for some reason, always hated me.

"Come on now... don't play innocent" smirking at me like she knows something I don't.

"Now be a dear and take your remaining dignity - if there's anything left anyway... and leave" she thinks she's so smart, does she?

"With all due respect, Domino... it's none of your business, plus there's nothing between me and Cable. " I tried my best to stay respectful... but my patience is running out for sure.

she sighs "How about I say it in a different way? Get.the.fuck.out.of.her before I make" her tone as sharp as her words.

"This is an order. We don't want you here" I can feel her hate.. what did I ever do to her? at least she left the kitchen now.

putting the cheese sandwich down on the table, feeling like the darkness in me completely soaking my heart... her words really did not help... that's just...perfect.

heading to my room, I felt blind.

locking my bedroom door behind me, what am I supposed to do now? where do I go... is this really how they feel about me?

Next day

Domino wasn't happy to see that I'm still here but didn't dare to say anything... especially in front of cable or the team.

"Hey, come sit with us." As usual, Deadpool invited me over... he's the kindest guy.

I sat next to him as they were planning the next mission. It seems like I'm not included in the mission? strange..

do I even bother to ask, I guess.. in a way.. domino was right.

my aura was for sure dark, but thankfully, nobody can tell..

Acting is fun

"Don't take it the wrong way, but we only want two shooters,  having too many in this mission is messy," Domino said... I can see what she's doing, but my feelings are blinding me... she knows what's she's doing for sure.

"No worries" acting like it didn't bother me. "Just be careful out there." Despite her acts, I cared about the team very much... it's just sad how they don't see me useful to them...

"How about you come with us anyway!!" deadpool says excitedly. he must sense something... his eyes showed care for sure..

"No..it's fine."I reassured him... I didn'twant to be a burden or force myself into it.

"Wade, did I ask you to invite anyone in the mission?" I immediately took the message loud and clear.

Wade wanted to say something, but he was cut off by a yelling Domino telling him to get ready and follow orders.

I decided to go to my room as Domino pissed me the fuck up.

as I walked, I overthinked, which made me bump into a large figure.

Cable

I immediately apologized to him, I really didn't want to cause any more trouble than I already did... he just looked confused. "Not coming?" cable questioned..

"No, Domino said I'm not coming today." I was about to walk away, but he held me in place

"What?" smiling softly at him, to remove any kind of worry, of course.

"You're coming with me" held my arm as he dragged me somewhere...

"What's wrong, Cable?" I was nervous for sure... anxious even!

I swear, I got the message... I'll leave, alright.

he unlocks the door to his room and pushes me inside, I'm scared.

wait a second... THAT'S HIS ROOM.. I'M DEAD.

guns were certainly everywhere as I heard... fuck.

"Cable.. I'm sorry, all right, please calm down." At this point, I was hyperventilating.

Cable was for sure confused now, still proceeding to lock the door behind him. "I want to talk to you about something..." Oh shit here comes the... "I have to confess something, " he rubs the back of his neck. "I... like you"

"w-what" I was shocked.

is this a test?

"I like you," he repeated with much more confidence this time, "is this a joke?" I was really confused.

He sighs and tries to speak, but "Listen, I get it. You all want me to leave! but playing a stupid prank like this ain't worth it. just tell me to my fucking face!" I felt furious, offended to be lied to like this.

One thing I was sure lf is! my heart isn't a fucking game!

I wanted to leave already. This was too much! as I turn around to unlock the door... Cable was too close, slowly raising his arm, and once Again feeling scared.

caressing my face? how... is this real? opening my eyes to see him in front of my face.

with a push I was pinned... there was no escape.

"Listen to me, idk what gibberish you're saying, but I really do like you, in a deeper level" talking in almost a whisper as his low voice was already too much.

his eyes were telling me the truth...

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