Parings: Warren Worthington iii x Reader Notes: “big bad (even though he’s really just a cuddly teddybirb) Warren Birb actually being terrified of scary movies and cuddling up to his s/o then wanting them to sleep with him, totally not to protect him from monsters or anything, he’s a tough bird, he’s not terrified of that sound nor is he clinging to reader like the anti-Christ is outside his window” Warnings: None, just fluff Word Count: 458
“Are you sure that you’re okay, baby?”
No joke, you were pretty sure that this boy had asked this at least five times in the last ten minutes. Despite Warrens bad boy, ‘look at me the wrong way and I’ll kill you’ exterior, he was actually such a big teddy bear. Also, though he may seem fearless with those piercing eyes and his tough body-language, he got scared quiet easily, though he didn’t show his fright very often. But tonight was definitely one of those nights.
“You’re the one who wanted me to sleep in here, Warren,” You sighed as you climbed on to his mattress, pulling the covers out from under you and sitting on the cool sheets. “not the other way around.”
Warrens wings bristled behind him as he crossed his arms over his bare chest, a playful glare set on his face as he walked over to turn the light off. It was pitch black within a few seconds, and you snuggled deeper into the bed as you closed your eyes. Though when a heavy weight suddenly fell on top of you, your eyes snapped open and you sat up as strong arms wrapped around your waist.
“Do you want the lights on, Warren?” You questioned with another sigh, turning your body to face your boyfriend, only to be brought close to him. “No, I’m not scared, you are.” Warren denied as he held you close to his chest, his wings cocooning you in a veil of warmth as he buried his face into your neck.
“You sure? I can always turn the lamp on.”
“Leave it off,” Warren mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck as you wrapped your arms around him. “I’ll be perfectly fine, I just wanna make sure that you’re—”
A scratch against the window suddenly cut him off, and you noticed at once all of the muscles in his body tense in fright. The grip that he had on you tightened significantly, making you choke out a small gasp and repeatedly slap his bicep, making his grip loosen just a bit. The feathers on his wings ruffled against your exposed neck, the feeling making you shiver as you turned to your scared boyfriend with a glare, and he grinned at you apologetically.
“Let go of me.”
“No.”
“I can’t breath.”
“I don’t—”
“Warren Kenneth Worthington!” You threw your arms, with much difficulty, into the air as you tired to shimmy your way out of Warrens arms. Eventually your feet hit the wooden floorboards, and you dashes towards the nearest lap, turning it on immediately. The dim light shone throughout the room, making the glare on your face deepen with the shadows.
who’s the cuddler: Alex. Both boys like to have some kind of physical contact with you or each other most of the time for reassurance etc, but when Alex gets even a little sleepy, he’s basically draping himself all over you and Warren
who makes the bed: You do, and you definitely complain about how they never help you out with it
who wakes up first: Alex for sure. He likes to go running in the mornings Warren could sleep till late afternoon if he really wanted to
who has the weird taste in music: Warren listens to what you and Alex affectionately refer to as ‘pretentious indie bullshit’ as well as his classic rock stuff
who is more protective: Alex gets very protective in terms of ‘if you so much as think about insulting either of them I will Go Off on you’, but Warren gets jealous most easily because he’s not used to having the good things in his life last and he’s easily worried about whether he actually matters to you and Alex
who sings in the shower: You do, and they both think it’s the cutest thing
who cries during movies: You, and the second you so much as sniffle or even hint at maybe being a little bit emotional about the movie, one or both (usually both) of the boys will have you wrapped up in their arms because hey, you might not actually be that sad, but they’ll jump at any excuse to cuddle you
who spends the most while out shopping: Warren would spend a totally ridiculous amount on you and Alex if you didn’t forcibly reign his spending in
who kisses more roughly: Most of the time, Warren likes to be in control of the kisses, only relinquishing his dominance when he’s 1) very very sleepy or 2) subbing for Alex
who is more dominate: Warren but he’s a switch for Alex and only Alex. Ask @kurtwxgners or me to talk about it, we have a lot to say on the subject ;)))
my rating of the ship from 1-10: 1000000000000000000
omg pleaseeee make 1 and 5 for warren ❤ btw love your blog! thankyouuuuu have a nice day!”
1: “Come over here and make me.”
5: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
Warnings: I guess some flirting, kinda suggestive?
A/N: So… apparently (spoilers) Barb did die in Stranger Things??? Ugh I loved her so much #BarbDeservedBetter2k16 omg
You had your homework balanced on your knees, your pencil out and ready to work through some math problems. Your boyfriend, Warren, was lounging next to you, lazily spinning a basketball on his finger as you worked.
“Hey, do you know the answer to problem 12?” you asked, sighing frustratedly as you got the wrong answer again.
Warren chuckled, letting the ball fall into his hands. “I am not good at math. I have no idea.”
“Maybe Jean would know,” you murmured, twisting your pencil between your fingers in thought.
“Trouble with math?”
You looked up to see Peter standing over your shoulder, his usual cocky grin on his face.
“Maybe. I just don’t understand how to solve this problem. Do you know?” you gave Peter a hopeful look. Peter shrugged.
“I got out of school a long time ago. I forgot all about math as soon as I left, sweetheart,” Peter quipped, grinning. You heard a huff from Warren at the nickname, rolling your eyes at the young blonde mutant.
“Very helpful, Peter,” you said, blowing out a frustrated breath. You wrote down the beginning of the problem for the like hundredth time, but no matter how you looked at it, it just didn’t make sense.
“I swear to God,” you muttered, erasing the problem viciously.
“Hey, you’ll get it,” Peter said. “You’re smart.”
You quirked up an eyebrow at him. “Am I?”
“Yes. And rather beautiful, may I add.”
You shook your head at his antics, Peter running off in a silver streak soon after.
“I can’t believe him,” Warren muttered.
“What?” you spun around to face him, biting your lip at the scowl on Warren’s face.
“Wait a minute, are you jealous?” you asked incredulously.
“No,” Warren said, refusing to meet your eyes.
“Come on… You know I wouldn’t leave you for Peter, right? He’s like ten years older than me, it’d be weird,” you said. Warren shrugged, his wings ruffling at your words.
“You can tell me,” you said, resting your chin in your hand. “Are you jealous he was flirting with me?”
Warren didn’t answer, but a blush slowly crept up his cheeks, betraying him.
“You know you are,” you grinned, noticing his red cheeks. “Just tell me.”
“Come over here and make me,” Warren said, his voice growing rougher as he spoke, sending a thrill of tingles down your spine.
“If I must.” You got up, walking over to your boyfriend with slow, deliberate steps. You put your hands on the arms of his chair, leaning in close. Your nose bumped his, his breaths becoming uneven as you looked him right in the eye.
“Are you jealous?” you asked again. Warren sighed. “Maybe. He always flirts with you, I don’t know…”
“That’s just Peter. He flirts with everybody.” You leaned in, letting your lips brush his lightly. “I only flirt with you.”
“Really?” Warren gave you a quick kiss, you pulling away quickly. Warren pulled a disgruntled face as you did.
“I’ve gotta finish my math,” you apologized.
“Well, hurry up. I’ll be in my room,” Warren said, flashing you his trademark smirk. You felt your cheeks heat up. God, did you love him.
You turned back to your homework, that one problem staring right at you menacingly. And man, did math suck.
Florist/Tattoo Artist AU based off of this and this from the incomprable @voguethranduil who is the Absolute Best™ and deserves the world
Warren Worthington iii x Reader (everyone is human and happy and yay flowers) (this is so long wtf brain)
You own a small flower shop in upstate New
York and it’s doing pretty well
The lot next to yours has been empty for a while
Jean and Kurt moved their bakery to a
bigger location with better kitchen space, and when they come by for a chat
they bring cupcakes
You send them on their way with flowers (daisies
for cheer and yellow carnations as a fuck you for leaving) (flower symbolism
makes you happy and you think you’re hilarious)
One day, a ‘sold’ sign appears in the
window and then a few days later you arrive to open up for the morning and
large moving truck is parked outside
You can hear Metallica playing from inside
the truck and there’s a new sign by the door reading ‘Four Horsemen Tattoos’
and you have to supress a groan because it doesn’t exactly look like the kind
of place that’ll boost your business and you think regretfully of Jean and Kurt’s
picturesque bakery, now firmly entrenched in the next neighbourhood over
BUT THEN two guys climb out of the moving
truck and they’re both covered in tattoos, and one of them has a Mohawk and
facial tattoos and yeah they look like trouble, but there’s something about
their particular brand of trouble that makes you a little weak at the knees,
and then the one with the Mohawk looks over at you and smirks and your knees
are definitely weak now
You flee to the safety of your shop where
you try (and fail) not to think about your new neighbours all day
The day they officially open you bring them
flowers as a gift (cattail and wisteria for prosperity and welcoming)
When you enter the shop, the one with the Mohawk,
whose name you find out is Warren, is at the desk and looks up when you enter
and w o w you did not expect his eyes to be that blue or for him to look so
damn good up close
And then he smiles and you actually have to
focus on not collapsing, and maybe he seems a little flustered, but you don’t
notice because hey, you are too
He twists round and shouts for the other
guy to come introduce himself and the other guy from the truck comes through
from a back room, followed by a new guy, with darker hair and you meet Alex and
his brother Scott, who’s working there for the summer
A couple days later, Jean and Kurt come by
to say hello, and they tell you about Peter, the new guy they hired to do
deliveries for the bakery you tell them all about your new neighbours
Jean asks you what you think of them,
eyebrow arched mischievously and you definitely
don’t flush a little and she laughs
at you and Kurt looks a little confused, but doesn’t push it
And when they’re leaving, so is Scott, and
Jean actually stops, and then it’s your turn to laugh at her because ‘do you
want me to introduce you? You’re staring’
Over the next few weeks you strike up an
easy friendship with your new neighbours
You take turns getting each other coffee
from the little shop up the road
They close later than you, so sometimes if
it’s a slow night for them, you hang out in the shop for a while, chatting with
them
You can feel yourself acquiring the
smallest of crushes on Warren (okay it isn’t all that small but jfc he’s
stunning) but more than that, you genuinely enjoy his company and you find
yourself making excuses to be in the shop while he’s around, and maybe he seems
to be making reasons to visit you in your shop, but you try not to read into it
And Scott thinks he’s subtle but whenever
Jean and Kurt come round, he finds a excuse to head over to your shop so he can
talk to Jean and when he leaves you tease her mercilessly
It’s summer, and it’s sweltering (you had
all your outside stock covered by canopies and had to find ways to bribe
yourself to actually go out and tend to them)
But Warren just came down from clearing off
the roof/gutters and his shirt is not actually on his body, but held loosely in
his hand as he leans in a window to talk to Alex and your mouth is suddenly dry
and it has nothing to do with the heat
And that’s how you learn Warren has huge
wings tattooed across his back and shoulders and that you are wayyy more attracted
to your neighbour than you tried to tell yourself you were
And one day it’s late and you’re in the
tattoo parlour and Alex and Scott left a couple of hours ago, so it’s just you
and Warren and you’re standing just outside the door, enjoying the slightly
cooler evening as he finishes locking up
You’re looking at the stars, trying to find
constellations, and you feel him move to stand beside you
You sort of lean on him a little and point
up, gesturing to a grouping ‘I think that’s Orion’s Belt’ and he hums in
agreement and you’re still looking at the stars but you feel his gaze on you
So you look up at him and o h he’s so very
close and suddenly his arms are tight around your waist and his mouth is on
yours and he’s kissing you and you’re kissing him back and nothing else matters
When he pulls back he’s got this happy
little smile on his face and your breathing is definitely shaky and he’s still
so close
‘Go out with me’ ‘Yes’ ‘Tomorrow. Let me
make you dinner.’
And he does and it’s perfect and he’s
perfect and you want to exist in your bubble of perfection forever and everyone
is merciless in teasing you two but they’re also thrilled because ‘God you’re idiots,
you both had it SO BAD since, like, the moment you laid eyes on each other’
You start saying ‘I love you’ through
flowers w e e k s before you actually say it out loud (bellflowers and
forget-me-nots, red chrysanthemums and gardenia), leaving them in a vase in his
apartment
And one day you’re both lying on the couch
and you’re kind of dozing, kind of watching TV and then
‘Most flowers have meanings right?’ ‘Yeah,
most do’ ‘What do these ones mean?’
And he points to the small bunch on the
coffee table and you flush a little ‘They, uh, they mean I love you’ and there’s
a pause and then he’s twisting you slightly in his arms and kissing you
absolutely breathless ‘I love you too’
Has a VERY sensitive spot on his wings that will 100% make him cum if you rub it just right.
He makes the hottest noises…moans, groans, general breathiness.
Is a very attentive lover.
Will eat you out so that you’re seeing stars.
Like he looks up at you through his lashes, your hands are grasping at his curls and he’s just making you fall apart in such a sinful manner while looking like the angel he is.
Gets turned on if you wear his leather jacket.
Once you wore it with literally nothing underneath but black lingerie and he almost lost his shit.
Will press kisses onto your neck as he pounds into you.
A/N: It’s (was) my birthday and I can write whatever I damn well please and it pleases me to write shameless, nauseatingly sweet fluff for my boyfriends. @kurtwxgners back me up here.
The sun is just barely starting to light up
the horizon as you blink blearily awake, glancing around in a half-asleep haze.
You can’t see the clock, but the dim glow out the window means you can stay in
bed awhile longer. The mattress dips slightly under your weight as you try to
roll over without waking the boys still sleeping on either side of you. The
small movement rouses Alex, the lightest sleeper of the three of you and he drowsily
reaches for you, arm winding over your waist and pulling you in close to him.
You bring a hand up to brush his hair away from his face, fingertips skimming
briefly over his jaw as a soft smile tugs at your lips.
“Hi baby,” you whisper, carding a hand
gently through his hair. Alex gives you a small smile in return, leaning in to
kiss you softly as his arms tighten around you.
“Morning beautiful.” He glances around
briefly, frowning bemusedly at the faint glow of the horizon. “What time is
it?” He asks, the look of confusion on his face making you giggle, because your
boyfriend really is adorable when he’s mostly asleep.
“It’s still early,” you reply quietly,
mindful of Warren still fast asleep on your other side. “Go back to sleep for a
while. You’ve had a long week.” As you finish your sentence, Alex yawns
suddenly as if emphasising your point and you can’t stop the laugh that escapes
you. The disruption rouses Warren, and you feel him shift in closer to you,
tucking his head against the side of your neck as Alex shifts the arm over your
waist to rest over Warren’s side as well, fingertips brushing over his wings.
“I was sleeping,” Warren mumbles
petulantly, his voice muffled against your skin. “It’s basically the middle of
the night, why are you both awake?” he complains and you laugh again, rolling
onto your back so you can pull him in to rest his head on your shoulder.
“We’re sorry baby, we’ll be quiet. We don’t
have anywhere to be so we can all go back to sleep, okay?” You reply, one hand
coming up to brush through his curls, making him smile drowsily as he presses
closer to you, one of his wings fluttering briefly before draping over the
three of you.
“Sounds good to me,” he says, already half
asleep again. Alex moves so he can rest his head on your other shoulder,
pressing a soft kiss to your clavicle as he cuddles in closer to your side,
reaching over to wind his fingers through Warren’s where his hand is resting on
your waist. They’re both fast asleep in seconds, and a fond smile spreads
across your face as you look down at them. Mornings like this where no one has
anywhere to be are rare for the three of you, and whenever one comes about,
spending your free time just sleeping in, tangled up in one another, is your
favourite thing to do. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep again either, warm
and comfortable and utterly content wrapped safely in the arms of your
favourite boys.
Warren’s feathered wings are growing back after apocalypse,
and they’re coursing him some pain.
Warren’s shoulder blades felt as though they were going to
rip out of his flesh. He reached around with gritted teeth, stubby spines were
poking through the fabric of his t-shirt. He hadn’t felt this pain in years,
nothing he had experienced after it had come close, it blindsided him. He
staggered to the kitchen of the institute. Ripping cupboard doors open, looking
for anything alcoholic, to at least dull the pain.
You heard banging and clattering ,down the corridor from
where you were sat writing. Trying to ignore the racket you got back to your papers.
The noise continued and then suddenly stopped, and was replaced by a groan of
pain.
You sprinted down the corridor, tripping as you went. when
you reached the kitchen you found it in an uproar, pots and pans scattered
around the benches, crockery stroon around the floor, and warren, sitting
crouched in the middle of it all. You had never seen him look so small, so
crumpled, so defeated. His head resting on his knees and his strong arms
wrapped tightly around his legs his hands grasping at his shoulders.
You approached him cautiously, not wanting to startle him.
You crouched down opposite him, ‘warren’ you said his name so softly, as though
it was a secret. His eyes flew open, you could see he was in pain, wincing with
the sudden movement. “warren what on earth were you looking for? What’s
happened to you?’ your voice still soft, trying to calm him. “vodka’ his voice
sounding raspy. You shuffled around to his side, moving his hands from his shoulders,
you hissed at the sight, you rubbed comforting circles between his shoulder
blades, where his new wings were fighting their way through. You pulled him
into you, resting his head on your shoulder, ‘I don’t think alcohol’s going to
help you with this sweetheart’, you said stroking his hair. “I’ll run you a hot
bath and get you some pain killers, alright? Can you stand?’ he swayed slightly
as he stood, but you quickly steadied him, you took most of warrens weight as
you both struggled towards your room.
Once you finally reached your room, you sat warren in your chair
and ran to the bathroom to draw a bath. You let it run and went back to check
on warren, you knelt down in front of him and gently cradled his handsome face
in your hands. “warren love, you’re going to be alright, you’ve done this
before, I’m with you, you can do this.’ He gave you a weak smile at your
encouraging words, that he didn’t think he deserved. You helped him up and to
the bathroom, where he tugged off his shirt and his jeans, he looked back at
you and gave you a suggestive look. Really? He was doing this now at a time
like this? Thankfully he just smirked and stepped into the bath, clenching his teeth
as he submerged himself under the hot water. The blood from where the spines of
his feathers had broken through his skin, colouring the water.
After a few minutes he visibly seemed to relax, so you
passed him a glass of water and some pain killers. He took them without
complaint and gave you a grateful smile as he handed them back. He stayed in
the bath for quite some time, until the water started to turn tepid, you
stroking his back or his hair. His eyes started to drift shut, it was time to
get out before he fell asleep, you helped him out and to dry off, being careful
not to catch the tender area of the steadily regrown feathers. You had intended
on taking him to his own room, warren however had other ideas. He wobbled his
way over to your bed and collapsed on top of it. With a sigh and a roll of your
eyes you turned to try and continue with your writing, when you heard a groan
of disapproval from the blonde, you turned to see his arm open to you, offering
an inviting space. You gave in to his wishes and snuggled into his arms, your
back to his front, his mouth at your ear. “don’t leave’
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