Marvel Imagines

I Luuurve You // Charles Xavier

(Y/N) was laying down on the bed, her eyelids closed and her breathing in a soft, relaxing pattern. But she wasn't asleep. 

She heard the door open and she already knew it was her roommate, Charles, and she only shifted slightly as she heard his warm chuckle.

He sighed and plopped down on the edge of her bed, looking at her. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen.

Suddenly, he started speaking, thinking (Y/N) was asleep.

"(Y/N), I know you're asleep and probably can't hear me. But I think you're beautiful." he stopped suddenly and groaned in frustration. She heard his head flop into his hands. "Screw this." he muttered, and took a breath before speaking again. 

"It's killing me (Y/N). It's killing me because I don't want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you. And I'm not ready to tell you I'm in love with you , because I'm not. Not yet. But whatever this is I'm feeling-it's so much more than just like . It's so much more. And for the past few weeks I've been trying to figure out. I've been trying to figure out why there isn't some other word to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn't a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe this point between liking  you and loving  you, but I need that word. I need it because I need you to hear me say it. "

Charles finished with a small huff, and traced her hand softly with his thumb. "I just wish I'd told you when you were awake."

What he heard next surprised him beyond measures.

"I am awake, Charles." (Y/N) muttered, her eyes opening slowly to gaze at him with her bright orbs. 

Charles gradually realized his mistake, and he did his best to cover it up. "Oh, (Y)-(Y/N), I didn't realize. I-I'm sorry, just i-ignore me." he stammered, and started to get up, but (Y/N) caught his hand.

She rose and looked at him with amusement. "But don't you want to hear what I feel like, Charles? Come sit." she murmured, gesturing to the former place he had been sitting.

He sat nervously and gazed at her expectantly, waiting for her to begin.

""Love is too weak a word for what I feel. I luurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's, yes I have to invent, of course I do, don't you think I do?" she laughed, after a minute, eyes bright as she looked at him for a reaction. 

Charles couldn't help but express a laugh. Crazy (Y/N). "Yes, you do. Be mine, (Y/N)?"

"Is that even a question? Of course Charles." she mused, leaning closer to him. 

"Just wanted to check." he mused, and trapped her lips in a sealing kiss.

Her hands flew up to run through his hair, and eventually they both pulled back, panting.

"You know what (Y/N)? I don't think I love you...

I think I luurve you as well."