Living with Warren Worthington iii would include………:
Scratches and scuffs in the walls from his wings always
hitting them
Numerous amounts of broken furniture
Numerous amounts of broken lamps
Numerous amounts of broken picture frames
Him hogging the TV unless you beg
Him destroying the couch because his wings tear it open
Feathers everywhere, in the bed, the couch cushions, the
shower, the floor, the laundry hamper, every fucking surface and orifice of
yours covered in downy feathers
Really high ceilings that you would make him clean because
he is the only one who can reach
Loud music during the days and even louder at nights, this may
piss off the neighbors
The occasional empty vodka bottle on the floor when he’s
been feeling down
You having to do the grocery shopping because his wings don’t
fit in the doors and people throw him out anyway so he waits in the parking lot
Him always wanting to cuddle with you
Constant
affection; that man may act all tough but inside he’s softer than his feathers
(the real ones not the metal ones)
You have to cook because no one ever taught him how and your
patience has worn thin
Scratches in the ceiling from where you’ve had sex
Scratches in the walls from where you’ve had sex
Sex in mid air that is fun but kinda frightening
No ceiling fans because he keeps hitting them
Chips in the wooden furniture from his wings hitting them
No chairs because he can’t find a comfortable way to sit in
them
A large place with very little furniture because the
crowding of too much furniture makes him remember his time being forced to
fight in the cage
Nightmares on numerous occasions
Feathers in the shower drain
Moldy feathers in the shower drain
Sticky feathers in the shower drain
Feathers clogging the shower drain
Him nearly burning down the house every time he tries to
cook
Shower sex is not gonna happen
You having to help him fix his clothing to cover his back
but not harm his wings
Not owning a car because he is practically your personal
taxi service
You would have to be the one who works. He would keep the
house clean (he never does quite get out all the feathers)
You discovering he is really good at keeping house
You buying him a pretty apron that has his name (Angel) on
it with a picture of a cherub on it for when he does the housework
He actually does wear the apron
He watches a lot of bad TV
He would constantly give you presents for all the hard work
you do. You never ask how he obtains them exactly
The occasional broken window from his wings
The occasional metal feather lodged in the wall
Gigantic windows so he can jump out of them to go flying
that you keep covered with very large and heavy curtains
You get 10% of the bed unless you sleep on top of his wing
which he doesn’t mind. It’s hard to sleep when you have 15 foot wings! There
aren’t a lot of good positions
Rips in the mattress from either version of his wings
Sex is never boring, like at all, this man is kinky as fuck
He would be the stay home parent
He would paint the baby’s room
You jokingly tell him he’s “nesting”
Your children would be so used to Daddy’s wings they wouldn’t
be scared of them, they would find them fun, you’ve had to tell them more than
once not to play with the metal feathers
Only having other mutants over because humans ask too many
questions
The occasional fight that results in feathers embedded in
the walls
Make up sex on the ceiling
Angry sex on the ceiling
You have sex on the ceiling more than in your bed
“How did you even get that stain on the ceiling?”
“How did you get food on the ceiling?”
“How did you even get footprints on the ceiling!?”
“Why are there feathers in my ceiling?”
The constant rips in his clothing
Him missing you all day
He snores sometimes and you consider smothering him with a pillow
Laying down at night with him wrapped around you and never
needing a blanket because his wings keep you warm
Laying down every night with the one you love and always feeling safe
Him laying next to you watching you sleep and wondering what he did to deserve you
Him whispering how much he loves you when he thinks you finally fell asleep
You smiling to yourself because you were thinking the same thing