Prompt: 27. “I love you, you asshole.” Requested By: anon Word Count: 1000 (ON THE DOT) Your Mutation: Super Strength Rating: PG Warnings: fights, blood mention, language
Warren Worthington III was well known for getting into bar fights. If he wasn’t in the ring, he was in some dirty bar in a back alley, waiting for some douchebag to try and fight. That was how the two of you met; he got in a bad fight in the mutant bar you worked in and you had to break it up. He was impressed by how kickass you were. That was a great day.
“Get the fuck off me douch-” Warren had started to say as you pulled him away from the other man. You punched him square in the face before shoving the other guy down.
“If any of you fucking fight in this bar again, I will personally kick your ass! Now, either buy a drink or get the fuck out.” You yelled. The crowd answered with grumbles, but it slowly dissipated. Warren was sitting on the floor, staring at you.
“Sorry if I hit you hard or whatever.” You sighed, offering him your hand to help him up. Warren’s mouth was open, as if he was going to speak but he couldn’t.
“Take my hand and close your mouth, angel boy.” You chuckled, shoving your hand towards him again. He snapped his mouth shut and grabbed your hand, standing up.
“Sorry for staring. I just didn’t expect someone like you to be throwing a punch that good.” Warren said, dusting off his jeans. You squinted at the winged boy in front of you.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You questioned. Warren realized what he said and quickly began to stutter out an apology.
“I-I didn’t mean it like that, sorry.” He muttered. You gave him a curt nod and returned to your spot around the bar, leaving Warren standing alone. He continued to come back to the bar after that, something he rarely did. Once he fought someone in a bar, he would move onto the next one. There was something about you that he liked.
It took him a few days, but he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out. You agreed to one date with him. Little did you know, you would soon be in love with him. Now it was months later, the two of you still hung out in the shitty bar where you met.
“Hey, baby. Vodka or beer?” You smiled as he took a seat at the bar. Warren placed a kiss on your cheek and smiled back at you.
“Beer, please. I don’t want to get shit faced tonight.” Warren chuckled and moved to get him the beer. From the other side of the bar, a man wolf-whistled at you. This was a usual occurrence, an annoying one, but one that you had chosen to ignore. Normally Warren wasn’t here; that was the game changer.
“Asshole, don’t whistle at my girlfriend.” Warren yelled, leaning over the bar to look at the man a few seats away. The man was just as muscular as Warren, but covered in dozens of tattoos. He gave a bitter chuckle and sipped his drink.
“Darling, I hope you know you can do better than angel boy over there.” The man shot you a smirk. You rolled your eyes at him.
“Like you? Baby, pretty much anything is better than you.” You shot him a sickeningly sweet smile and the man’s smirk dropped. He grunted and shifted in his seat.
“Shut the fuck up and get me another drink, bitch.” The man said, slamming his drink down. Warren shoved back from the counter and stalked over to the man. He pushed the man back by the shoulder, causing him to fall out of his seat and onto the floor.
“Warren.” You warned in an angry tone. You were trying to prevent him from getting into another pointless fight.
“Look. The angel can fight.” The man chuckled bitterly. Warren grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up, shoving his back to the wall. The man visibly gulped, but was amused by the situation.
“Don’t even fucking look in her direction again.” Warren spat. The man laughed and lifted his legs up, kicking Warren back in the post. That was when all hell broke loose.
Everyone started cheering as the two men began to throw punches and kicks at each other. Warren wound up and knocked the man down, but the man quickly got up and punched him right back. From your spot behind the bar, you could tell Warren was bleeding. That was enough. You hopped over the bar, pushing people out of the way and pulling the man off your boyfriend.
“What the fuck?!” The man yelled, as you held him by the collar in the air.
“Super strength, fucker.” You smirked, tossing him across the bar into the wall. He landed with a crash, a table falling over as he landed on top of it. The man struggled to get up, but quickly ran to get out of the bar. The crowd watched in awe as you helped Warren up.
“Get back to whatever the fuck you were doing.” You shouted at the crowd. They all listened, returning to where they had been sitting. Warren’s nose was bloody, but other than that, he had walked away unscathed.
“I’m not sorry for getting in that fight, babe. He had no right to-” You cut him off, kissing him. Warren was shocked for a second, but slowly melted into the kiss.
“I love you, you asshole.” You laughed. Warren sighed as you pulled him over to where you kept the first aid kit.
“Wait, so you aren’t mad at me?” He asked.
“My boyfriend just fought a guy for me. Why would I be mad?” You chuckled, wiping off the dried blood on his face.
“To be fair, babe, you kicked a lot more ass than I did.” Warren pointed out. You giggled and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
“You’re damn right I did.”
I LOVE WARREN WHAT THE FUCK. Also can someone tell me how to spell realized because I honestly have no idea??? I hope you enjoyed! Requests are closed!
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