HIIII BACK AGAIN ^_^ could I request a letter from my dear girlfriend Laura Kinney/Wolverine/X-23 :3? THANK YOU SO MUCHHH i loved my last one a lot it means a lot to me
**Love letters are our business here at the post office, from the sickly sweet to the hesitant we deal with them all. Even if the sender is slightly...intimidating when met. Like father like daughter! But no cranky mutant is a match for the Posthound's affable face, and with a happy trot and a "WOOOF!!" he announces your delivery!**
Hey you,
I’m not usually the “write a heartfelt letter” type. Talking about feelings isn’t exactly my strongest skill. You know me, I'm a lot like my old man in that way..Not good with… words. But you matter too much for me to just stay quiet.
So here I am. Trying.
You know most of my story already. The labs, the training, being turned into something people could point at a target and say go. For a long time I figured that was all I was ever going to be. A weapon that just happened to look like a person.
Then you showed up and ruined that idea.
You treated me like I was normal. Like I was Laura first and everything else second. No fear, no walking on eggshells, no acting like I was some fragile thing that might snap. You just… accepted me. Claws, temper, weird habits, all of it.
Still not sure how you pulled that off, but I’m glad you did.
The thing is, life around me is usually messy. Fights, missions, people trying to kill me—pretty standard stuff. But somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, there’s always this one thought sitting in the back of my head: I’ve got someone waiting for me.
You.
And yeah, I know I don’t always say how much that means. I’m working on it. Slowly. But it matters more than you probably realize.
You make things feel…. Safer. Like maybe I don’t have to be on guard every second. That’s not something I’ve had much of before.
And the fact that you’ve seen the worst sides of me and still stuck around? That’s not something I take lightly. Trust me.
So if I’m ever away longer than expected, or if things get rough and I go a little quiet, just remember something: it’s not because I’m pulling away. It’s because I’m making sure I get back to you in one piece.
Because honestly?
Out of everything I’ve fought for in my life, you’re the one thing I’d choose every single time.
HAYYEUFUTITI YAY INBOX IS OPEN YIPPPPPPEYYYYYYYYYFBFHFHD I AM SO HAPPY can I request a letter from my beloved husband scott summers from x men specifically x men 97
anything fluffy he is a little awkward when it comes to love
also merry Christmas!!!
**Heroes like the X-men have a lot riding on them for sure. Not only is the world constantly in danger, but the every day crisis of mutant kind are always just about to hit boiling point it seems. But on the rare time when there's a quiet moment, it's nice to know someone is thinking about you. Your letter arrives with this posthound, who with a snuffling nose and a "WOOF!" announces your delivery!**
Hey,
I know I’m not always great at saying things without sounding like I’m giving a mission briefing, so… I’m going to try really hard not to do that right now. No promises, though.
I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me. When everything gets loud and the future of the world is somehow resting on our shoulders again—you’re the quiet place I think about. You make things feel manageable. Like maybe I can take the visor off for a second and just breathe.
You have this way of making the hard days softer without even trying. A smile, a dumb joke, the way you listen like what I’m saying actually matters. It does. Especially to me. And yeah, maybe I don’t say that enough, but it’s always there, steady as my heartbeat.
I love the small stuff with you. Sitting together after a long day, shoulders touching. You stealing my coffee and pretending it tastes better because it’s mine. The way you ground me when my brain starts running ten steps ahead of reality. You remind me that I don’t have to be “Cyclops” all the time—I can just be Scott, and that’s enough.
So if you’re feeling tired or unsure or like the world’s asking too much of you, come here. I’ve got you. I’ll be the steady one for once. We’ll take it slow, maybe laugh at something dumb on TV, and pretend—just for a little while—that the fate of mutantkind can wait.
And if it can’t? Well. At least I get to face it knowing you’re with me.
