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Drunken Confessions // Charles x Reader

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Ever since you'd found out you were a mutant, things got heavy on your shoulders. You quit work, told your family you were leaving, and said goodbye to everyone you knew—only to have someone show up to your door, asking you something you'd only thought happened in dreams.

"A school," he'd said, all proper and tidy-looking, "For mutants. People like you and me."

You were suspicious. For all you knew, there wasn't anyone like you. You were in an isolated world, everyone else connected somehow, but not you. So you politely declined, saying you didn't know of such things, and shut the door right in his face.

Again, knocking was heard. This time you ignored it.

"You think you're alone, but you're not," you heard him say, and you froze in place, thinking over the possibilities of you actually going to this school, actually meeting others that you could relate to.

And then you whispered to yourself, "What the hell," as you marched to the living room, opening the door again.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

After you moved into Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, things took a turn for the best—no longer were you feeling alone, or even weird in your own skin, you were happy. You had friends, people that understood you, and even an awesome education on how to control your powers.

But it didn't stay that way. When the Vietnam war hit America, you were devastated. Many of your good friends were shipped off, and for all you knew, they would come back in body bags.

You weren't the only one who was like this—the war hit Charles, your loving professor and close friend, hard. You tried your best to do everything you could to keep his hopes up, but soon enough, you weren't sure you could keep your own up, either. Everyone from the school was gone, leaving you, Charles, and Hank to look after it.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

It was a relatively warm evening as you went outside, rushing towards your car. Briskly you pushed your key inside the lock, opening the door and jumping inside. You started it up, hearing the engine run back to life. You looked at the window on your right side, where the passenger's seat was, and saw Hank jogging towards you.

You rolled down the window. "Hey, Hank," You said, waving a "hello" to him.

He smiled, grabbing onto the part of the door where the window rolled down. "I think you need to get more headache medicine. Charles is having a fit in there,"

Sighing, you nodded. "I'll try. Don't worry."

And with that, you started rolling the window up, causing Hank to quickly take his hands away. You both waved goodbye to each other and then you started driving, thinking over what Hank had told you. Nowadays, Charles seemed like a completely different person—he drank, yelled, and was generally a nuisance to you. You'd tried to help him, but he wouldn't budge.

In an hour you'd rounded up all the groceries you'd needed from your local grocery store. Soon, you were coming into the driveway of your school, and you parked the car eagerly, taking all of the store bags with you into the building.

Hank was washing dishes when you found him, motioning for him to help you with the bags. He rushed over, taking some, and then planted them on a nearby table.

Both of you were putting the food in their respective places when you heard a knock. Looking over your shoulder you saw Charles, an empty bottle of beer in his hands.

"Looks like my favorite student's back from her trip so soon," he said. You rolled your eyes.

"Would you mind helping us? Or are you having another one of your signature migraines?" You replied.

Charles smirked. He walked into the kitchen. "You two hardasses need a day off. How about we all go to that pub nearby?"

Hank immediately intervened. "Uh, I don't think so. I'm not about to get as drunk as you are most of the time."

You took a deep breath, shrugging, then turning to face Hank. "Why not? I'm stressed out, and you are too, it could be good to get out."

Looking deeply at both you and Charles, Hank let out a breath of air. "Fine. But don't expect me to baby him—or you."

Charles smiled.

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After you all got ready, you eagerly jumped into the car. Hank drove, making you sit in the passenger's seat, and leaving Charles all alone in the back (he complained about this a few times, but you shut him up easily.)

The bar was anything but quiet. From outside you could hear drunken screams, loud music, and some incoherent people talking. You did a double-take at the place before Hank parked the car.

Needless to say, Hank and you were the oddballs of the place. Charles fit in easily, however, as he ordered up a few drinks, and made his way up to a few women who accepted his company in no time. You yourself got a small glass of alcohol, and decided to have a nice chat with Hank.

Time flew by quickly. You had some small drinks with Hank and then Charles came by to talk to both of you, looking exceptionally drunk. His words were slurred, but he managed to say a few clear sentences.

"Hank, how about we have a drinking challenge?" he said, sitting down in the bar stool next to the other boy. You grinned, nodding in agreement. "It'd be so fun!"

"Yeah, for you," the young boy said, then directing his attention to Charles. "You do realize I'd win, right? You're already drunk as it is and you'd pass out if you had any more alcohol."

"Nonsense! I can take it."

From that point on you knew Charles was about to get very drunk.

The competition started easily. Hank downed the two drinks the bartender gave him, while Charles, on the other hand, had a hard time figuring out where the glass was. Still, he managed.

It soon became three drinks. Then four. Then five, which was when Hank was starting to get tipsy, and then six, which was when Charles took one sip and slumped down, signaling that you were not about to let him have another molecule of alcohol anywhere near him.

Unclear words left Charles' mouth, and you decided that it was time to go. Hank helped you pull up Charles, opening the door of the bar so that you could exit more easily.

"I'll go bring the car around," he said, then running off, leaving you to carry a more-heavy-than-you-expected man.

You wrapped an arm under his own, hoisting him up so he wouldn't fall to the ground as best as you could.

Although you thought he was sound asleep by now, you were proven wrong. He fluttered open his eyes, staring at you before looking around.

"I—ah—think I can walk by myself," he stated, and you let go of your grip on him. Walking a few steps, he lost his balance and you rushed to his side again.

"Not yet," you replied. This time, he let you lift him up. You decided to walk to a building wall so both of you could lean on it.

Charles looked up at you again. "Where's Hank?"

"Getting the car,"

"Oh."

You smiled eagerly. "Hey, are you okay? You really got hammered back there,"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah. I'm fine."

Neither of you said a word anymore. All you were focused on was making sure Charles didn't slump to the ground again.

"Thank you," You looked over at Charles, and then he continued. "I'm sorry I've been such an ass. It must've been horrible for you guys, having to deal with me like this."

"You don't know how much of a pain in the ass you were, and still are," you replied, and both of you smiled.

Charles cupped your face, staring at you with those striking blue eyes that made you nervous and had your knees buckling. "Thank. You." he repeated, this time more sincerely, before doing something that had seriously surprised you—he kissed you. Sure, he was still a bit drunk, but it was as sweet and passionate as ever and you couldn't help but smile into it.

"I love you," he then said, resting his head on your shoulders.

"I love you too."

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.:Extended Ending:.

Hank stood next to you, almost making you yelp. Was he there the whole time?

"Did... you guys just kiss?"

Immediately, you blushed furiously. "N-no," you stammered, staring at him, eyes wide.

"But—"

"I swear, Hank, you tell anyone about this and I will kill you in your sleep."

DONE! Yesterday I was brainstorming ideas for reader inserts, and this one just popped into my head! In case you couldn't tell, this story takes place during DOFP, specifically during the Vietnamese War in America. Enjoy~

:star:Charles, Hank © Marvel
:star:You © Hopefully yourself.... xD
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