Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #2

Something Stupid Like I Love You - Charles Xavier

You had known Charles Xavier for years, since childhood, in fact, and you lived with him in the mansion; you loved living with him, spending hours upon hours together, seeing his smile, hearing his voice, basking in comfortable silences. But there was one problem: you loved him. You loved him so much more than a friend, had done for years, yet you would never tell him. It caused a problem when you talked to him, as you were careful with your words, fearful of saying something stupid like "I love you."
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Charles loved you living in the mansion, it gave him an excuse to have you near, to hear your voice, see your smile, treasure every comfortable silence, cherish the little things; never once had Charles even considered going into your mind to find out if you felt the same, but only because he made a promise to you long ago that he wouldn't unless if you gave him permission first. Yet, there was a bigger problem: he wanted to tell you, but he didn't want to spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you."
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Charles had invited you to his office under the pretence of having a little chat, but he had an ulterior motive: he was going to tell you how he felt; as he sat behind his desk, he twiddled with his thumbs nervously, thinking of the best way to say it. But then it hit him. The lyrics of Frank Sinatra. He was going to use the singer's lyrics to confess.
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You walked into Charles' office, tidied away his papers, and sat on his oak desk with your legs crossed.

"So," you gazed at him as his eyes met yours. "What'd you wanna talk about?"

"You know the Frank Sinatra song?" He asked, when you tilted your head and furrowed your brows he swallowed thickly and paused. "The one that goes... And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you..."

"What are you trying to say?" You asked gently, daring to reach a hand out and place it on his shoulder gently.

"(Y/N), what I'm trying to say is that," he coughed somewhat awkwardly, which made you chuckle softly. "If we go someplace to dance I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me, then afterwards, we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink, or two... And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you."

"Charles," you whispered, swallowing thickly. "Do you love me?"

"Yes," he answered quietly, looking down at his twiddling thumbs. "I just didn't want to spoil it all by-"

"Saying something stupid like I love you?" You smiled, Charles nodded and let a small smile curve his lips. "I love you, too."