X-Men Oneshots

Bad timing (Alex Summers)

The evening was tense in the X-Mansion, an oppressive silence hanging over the kitchen as Y/N and Alex Summers stared each other down. They had just finished a fierce argument about the mission that had gone wrong—an argument that had uncovered deeper issues simmering beneath the surface of their relationship.

"I can't believe you didn't listen to me!" Alex shouted, slamming his fist on the counter. The noise echoed through the empty room, amplifying the frustration bubbling between them.

"I did listen to you, Alex! You just wouldn't consider any other options!" Y/N shot back, her heart racing. The heat of the moment only intensified the feelings they had been trying to avoid.

Tension crackled in the air, and for a moment, Y/N considered walking away, but she felt a fierce determination rising within her. They had been through too much to let this argument fester without resolution. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

"You know what? I need to say something," she began, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I love you, Alex."

The words hung in the air like a fragile thread, stretching between them. Alex's eyes widened in disbelief, his expression shifting from anger to confusion. "What? You choose now to say that?" he snapped, disbelief etched across his face.

Y/N felt a rush of heat to her cheeks, but she refused to back down. "Yes, now! Because despite everything, I can't hide it anymore. I love you, even when you're being impossible!"

His jaw clenched as he processed her confession, anger flickering in his eyes. "This isn't about love! We're fighting because you don't understand the stakes!"

Y/N took a step closer, her heart aching at the distance he was putting between them. "And I'm trying to tell you that my feelings for you are real! This fight... it doesn't change that!"

Alex ran a hand through his hair, the frustration evident in his posture. "You think love makes everything better? Love doesn't fix the problems we have. We're on the brink of a disaster, and you're throwing out declarations like it's a fairy tale!"

The sting of his words hit her hard, but in the back of her mind, Y/N knew he was scared—scared of losing her, scared of what their relationship meant in the grand scheme of things.

"I'm not trying to be naïve!" she retorted, feeling the tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "I'm trying to show you that we're stronger than this! I'm here, fighting for us!"

Alex paused, the fire in his eyes dimming as he began to truly consider her words. "You think I don't care? That I don't want this to work?" His voice softened, the anger melting away to reveal a vulnerability he rarely showed.

"I know you care," Y/N replied, her heart racing as she moved closer. "But right now, it feels like we're fighting each other instead of the challenges ahead."

For a moment, they both stood there, the weight of their emotions hanging heavily in the air. The anger began to dissipate, replaced by a realization that they had both been holding back their true feelings.

"I'm scared, Y/N," Alex finally admitted, his voice trembling slightly. "I don't want to lose you. I thought fighting was the only way to keep us safe."

Y/N stepped closer, reaching out to take his hand. "We can face anything together, but we need to be on the same side. I love you, Alex, and that love is what will pull us through."

He looked into her eyes, searching for the truth of her words. As the intensity of the moment built around them, the tension shifted once more.

"What if I'm not enough?" he asked, vulnerability lacing his tone. "What if I mess this up?"

"You are enough," Y/N whispered, her heart swelling with emotion. "We'll figure it out together. We always do."

Alex's resolve cracked, the anger he had been clinging to fading away. "I'm so tired of fighting," he murmured, a hint of desperation in his voice. "I don't want to fight you. I just want you."

As he pulled her closer, the heat between them reignited, and the passion they had been holding back surged forth. Y/N felt the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms wrapping around her as they both surrendered to the moment.

"Then let's stop fighting," she breathed, leaning in to capture his lips with hers.

The kiss started softly, testing the waters of their emotions, but quickly deepened into a fervent expression of everything they had been holding back. All the fears, the frustrations, and the love flowed between them, igniting a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

As they pulled apart, both breathless, Alex rested his forehead against hers. "I love you too, Y/N. I always have. I just didn't know how to say it."

Tears filled her eyes, but this time, they were tears of relief and joy. "Then let's promise to communicate, no matter how hard it gets."

He nodded, determination shining in his eyes. "I promise."

With that promise hanging between them, they embraced, their hearts beating in sync. The fight that had threatened to tear them apart now felt like a distant memory, replaced by a renewed understanding of their connection.