Light fluttered between the window blinds, creating faint shadows and figures as they danced along the shelves of books and records. Erik watched the parade of shapes and wisps travel down the numerous bookcases as he walked into the mansion's library. He'd figured that Charles would be here along with the new addition to the school, (y/n); she was a fellow telepath just like Charles and it appeared the two of you hit it off very well since you arrived a few weeks back. In fact, Charles had seemed even happier since you showed up, reverting back to his upbeat personality. He turned the corner when surprise, surprise, he found who he was looking for; Charles and you working on either side of a table nestled in-between the cabinets. He waltzed over to the two of you and pulled up a seat. Charles greeted him with a simple nod while (y/n) remained silent, focusing more so on the papers in front of her. It was then he noticed something seemed a bi
(F/n) was crying again.
No, not crying . . . screeching. And as Logan (her amused father) watched the baby cry with her little mouth open as far as it could go, he had to admit this his child’s vocal power rivaled Banshee’s. Not that it was something he needed his six month old daughter to prove, now or in fact ever.
“Come on kiddo, ya gotta stop sometime.”
When the wailing just got louder, the man sighed and picked the bawling baby up out of her crib. Gently, he bounced her in his arms in hopes to sooth her, but (F/n) only continued to cry her heart out. She had been at it for nearly twenty minutes now and apparently had no intention of stopping until she got what she wanted.
“(F/n), mama will be back soon, so you can stop crying.”
With innocent eyes (F/n) gazed up at him, before a new and definitely louder sob left her small mouth. Well the barg
“Rah! Dammit WADE!” You screeched. This was the fifth time today of him pulling a prank.
Wade laughed holding his sides together. “Ahaha! Your face!”
You wiped your eyes from the stinking liquid on your face. Claws coming out, you prepared to scratch him. “Wade after I take a shower I will murder you!”
Deadpool behind his mask seemed to smirk, “_____ you know you couldn’t do that; you love me too much" He came close enough to sensually whisper, "-and can I come with~?”
In anger you got the accused blender filled with the gag-retching liquid and threw it at him. He narrowly missed the flying projectile by mere inches. “Hey _____! That was an expensive blender!” You flicked him off before going to the shower. “You could buy another one you jerk!”
You closed the bathroom door. In a matter of seconds, you stripped