A/N: i picked 7 and i personally hc jason as someone who sleeps in (dick is the early bird) yet is a light sleeper. at first it’s difficult for him to fall asleep with someone else, but he slowly gets used to how you shift around in bed, how warm you are, and the way you smts murmur out his name so lovingly in your sleep and eventually he finds himself unable to sleep unless the steady tempo of your breaths fill the silent night–
i have a lot of feelings™ abt a sleepy jason excuse me
#7 Morning Kisses
You wake up to the sunlight streaming in through the window, bright lights behind the darkness of your eyelids as you peel your eyes open. Jason’s still sleeping, chest rising and falling in a comfortable rhythm that gives you a temporary peace of mind.
Lingering in the warmth of the sun for a little longer, watching the serene expression splayed across his face, there’s no hint of the usual harsh exterior that usually permeates the air around him. Even drowsy, with sleepiness tugging at your eyes, you want to sear the image into memory.
This is what Jason looks like with his guard down, at his most vulnerable, and you are hopelessly, irrevocably in love with the man sleeping next to you.
You smile and Jason stirs, fingers twitching as if searching for your warmth. In the end you can’t help it, and decide to press a quick kiss to his cheek.
Eyes pop open as soon as your lips connect with his skin. And he immediately turns his head to meet your kiss head on with his own lips. It’s short, chaste, and unbelievably soft in a way that makes your heart flutter in your chest. You lean into the kiss and sigh when you break apart.
You stare into his eyes, still cloudy with sleep. There’s a barest hint of a smile on his face and it leaves you feeling giddy. His voice is rough. “Morning.”
Satisfaction thrums through your veins. You plop back onto the bed reveling in the morning sun and Jason’s crooked smile and the bit of hair that falls into his face.
Requested by fleurhermione. Includes:Jean Grey x Summers!Reader Request: * Hi I was wondering if I could get a jean grey imagine where your Scott and Alex summers sister (Scott’s twin) and when you go to Xavier’s school with Scott and Alex you meet Jean and she asks you out eventually after talking for awhile. Also can the readers abilities be telekinesis, telepathy and energy manipulation. Please and thank you so much🙃🙃🙃❤️❤️❤️ Ability/Abilities: 1) Telekinesis-Ability to move and otherwise exert forces on targets with one’s mind, and manipulate objects and matter with one’s mind. 2) Telepathy-Ability to sense, read, or enter the minds and thoughts of others, and mentally receive and/or transmit information. 3) Energy Manipulation-Ability to generate, convert, and manipulate energy such as light, sound, heat, electricity, nuclear energy, and the Darkforce dimension.
Note: energy manipulation covers a lot of different types as it’s not a subtype power, it’s its own heading (if that makes sense. It basically covers a lot of different types of powers, it’s not just one like telekinesis etc)
hewwo beautiful i love ur smile n i’ve been having the softest spot for mura lately so hope u don’t mind heh n hope you like ur 4!
i wrote this while i was on a plane with hunger and tiredness accompanying me so i’m sorry if it’s bad
He’s always had a favorite thing. A favorite color, drink, food and many other stuff.
But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that even though he loves many things that hold enough value to him to be called his favorite, he never actually loved someone to the point where he can think of them as his favorite.
Which would very much explain why right now he can’t seem to stop himself from staring at your peaceful figure. You looked so marvelous in his eyes at all times, even with your eyes closed.
In all your states you’ve never failed to show him just how truly beautiful you are.
The day Murasakibara told you he loved you, he meant it with all his heart. He loved your smile, your eyes, your heart and all there is about you.
That’s why he can now proudly and easily answer when asked,
“Who’s your all time favorite person?”
No need to overthink it anymore, it’s you and as long as you two are together, the answer will always be you.
He has never been a morning person, but when it’s a morning with you then he’s more than willing to wake up with the brightest smile he can muster up because every minute spent with you is nothing but a dream come true.
He wished he was better at explaining his feelings in words just for the sole purpose of making sure you know just how much he values you.
The way your eyelashes slightly move with your heavily closed eyelids, and another personal favorite of his are the expressions you make… just how many dreams do you have?
Like a fool who’s madly in love he smiles at your figure; you’ve always been the one to make him smile without even trying.
“As much as I hate waking up in the morning, I wouldn’t mind waking up at any time if it was to you.” he whispers.
He lands a kiss on your forehead only to be startled when you boop his nose with yours and then peck him on the lips.
“Then let’s hope you always wake up to me because I wouldn’t want it any other way.” you smile at him and then snuggle closely to his chest, wrapping your legs with his and brushing them playfully.
Murasakibara is actually wondering if there’s a feeling to be described that’s even better than happiness because if the world was to stop right now or if he were to die right now, he wouldn’t mind one bit.
After all, his entire world is in his arms anyways.
Shoutout to my irl friend who helped me with this! The first time I write it out, it ended up kind of awkwardly written the first couple shots I took, and she helped me out with it a lot, so thanks for that!!!!
Rem
-Rem has never done this in his life. Ever.
-He walks into the store. There’s so much… lace… and ribbons… Rem.exe has stopped working.
-It’s honestly just funny to see Rem like this. He just stares around, clearly completely at a loss for what he’s supposed to do.
-You grab his hand and he jumps ever so slightly.
-He makes few, if any suggestions, but they tend to lean towards being lacy and white or blue.
-Once you’ve picked out the bras, you ask Rem to run a quick errand to another store and take a look for lingerie. What does you like? You end up picking out an elaborate lacy bra, matching garter belt, and underwear. It’s not quite your thing, but it looks like something he’d like.
-Rem returns and you show him your choices. “While that’s nice… are you sure you like it?”
“…It’s not for me, though, really?”
“You’re the one wearing it. Do you like it?”
–“I… it’s not exactly…”
-Rem leans forward and kisses the top of your head. “While I do appreciate it, you should pick something you like. Why don’t you get dressed and come out again and we’ll take another look?”
-Rem guides you around the room, pointing out items and asking what you like the look of. You take a look at a few items, but nothing really jumps out at you.
-You pull a silky, lacy ice blue chemise off a hanger and hold it up to your body. “Um… I like this. Do you think…”
-Rem stares for a moment. His cheeks turn pink. “I…” His face returns to his usual expression. “I think that suits you very nicely.”
-You add the chemise and some lacy garters to your purchases.
Urie
-Let’s be honest with ourselves. It’s extremely unlikely Urie hasn’t shopped with someone for bras or some type of lingerie before.
-He’s completely comfortable making suggestions and going through the displays and drawers of bras. He’s also super practical about suggesting bras. Do you have a big rack and need support? He makes sure you’re picking things based on practicality first., looks second. As far as looks go, he suggests a wide variety of bras, from cutesy stuff with frills and bows to sexy stuff that barely covers anything.
-A small part of you starts to wonder how many girls he’s done this with before. How many he’s suggested bras to. How many girls he’s seen in their bras and lingerie. How many he’s taken that lingerie off of.
-After you’ve picked out the bras you need to try on, you locate several items of lingerie while Urie’s not looking and head to the changing room.
-When you step out of the lacy red bustier and matching underwear, Urie’s smile tightens slightly. “Er… Butterfly.”
Your chest tightens.
“You are lovely. And this bustier is lovely. But it doesn’t quite seem like your style.”
-”…I thought you’d like it.”
“But do you? There’s no point in wearing something to impress me if you don’t feel comfortable in it.”
You stare at the ground and quietly confess how you’ve been feeling.
-Urie steps forward and pats your head. “That’s a very reasonable way to feel. But I don’t want them – why would I want them when I can have you? Now, why don’t you take that off and I’ll find you something that suits you.”
-He ends up returning with a pretty silky, pale pink babydoll. “What do you think? Do you like this?”
You nod.
Mage
–The bras don’t bite, Mage.”
He says nothing and his eyes continue to rove, looking for a safe place to land and finding new horrors no matter what way he turns.
-There’s terminology for the types of bras. Why? Why does underwear need so many types?
-What? Are those underwear? That’s just a couple strings!
-You hold up a pink bra with little bows on it. “What do you think of this one?” Mage turns absolutely scarlet and pushes your hand down. “Oy! Not so loud!” He doesn’t want anyone else to get the mental image he just did
-Eventually, he gets over his discomfort and ends up suggesting you try some stuff he likes the look of. And when I say some, I mean it takes two people to carry it to the changing room.
-You end up trying on his suggestions and none of them really suit your style.
– “Um, Mage? I don’t think any of this stuff really works for me…” You set down the bra he suggested and move towards a display with some other styles.
– “W-what’s wrong with any of this?” demands Mage.
“Nothing’s wrong with it, exactly. It’s just not my thing,” you say.
“What? Don’t you just wear this stuff for me anyway?”
-You turn around slowly. “Mage. You think I don’t wear bras outside of trying to impress you?” You pull a lacy bra off the rack and hold it up. “Look at the way these places market themselves. You think they’re trying to appeal to men, who never actually wear their products?”
“Uh…”
“I do take into account what you like. It’s not unimportant to me. But I’m also going to be wearing this. How about we look together for something we both like?”
-Mage and you work together to pick out something you both like, but he never bothers you about it again, strangely enough.
Shiki
-Shiki doesn’t care what underwear you wear. You practically have to drag him into the store. He just stands around, bored and asking to go home.
-He does perk up when he sees you hold up several bras which are white or pastel colors, in simple styles. He remarks how innocent you would look in them.
-He usually prefers you to look innocent and cute rather than sexy. He definitely wouldn’t say no to the second, but his perverted, sadistic side likes the idea of dirtying something innocent.
-Until he spies some other odds and ends in the store that are more his speed certain lingerie stores sell handcuffs and things along those lines let’s just leave it at that. Things go quickly… downhill from there.
-You are both summarily kicked out of the store and banned.
Lindo
-Lindo has faced many, many foes in his life. Vampires, devils, the works. And yet somehow, a store for underwear makes some small part of him want to turn tail and run.
-Not that he’d let you in on this. He walks into the store holding your hand – and very pointedly staring ahead and not looking to the left or right at any of the displays or posters or at any of the other customers.
-He’s outwardly pretty calm until you hold up a lacy red push up bra. “Lindo, what do you think?”
-Lindo.exe has stopped working.
-Once you’ve both been in the store for a while, he grows a bit more relaxed with the situation. He picks up a thong from one of the displays and holds the actual fabric part in front of his eye. “Aye, Matey!” You both start laughing.
-He end up suggesting a few things, but his suggestions are more on the practical side than about the actual appearance of what you’re buying.
“If you’re wearing this every day, these glittery bits are definitely going to leave a pattern in your shirt, is that going to be a problem?”
“Is that bra going to provide enough support for you?”
Roen
-He’s new to this and doesn’t know how it works, but just sees it as another thing that has to be done.
-He’s completed unfazed by how suggestive some of the displays are though you do catch him rolling his eyes ever so often because he thinks it’s so silly. His eyes don’t wander and you don’t see him so much glance at the pictures of scantily clad models on the wall.
-Throughout the entire shopping trip, he’s composed and doesn’t seem affected by anything around him.
-Then you get to the dressing room and find several bras in your arms that you don’t remember selecting. They’re all simple in style, but look good on you.
-You can’t help but notice Roen smirk when you emerge with one of the mystery bras in your “to buy” pile.
Of course!!!!!!! I’m sorry it’s taken me fourteen years to get to this (sometimes I forget I have a side blog) but I hope this is okay!
I’m using s/o (and y/n instead of an actual name, but that’s a normal thing I think) instead of girlfriend/boyfriend because I try to keep things gender neutral! I hope that’s okay, because that’s how I like to write!
Warnings? Maybe some cursing but that’s about it (also mentions of dogs getting their lil baby paws stepped on and peter getting beat up?)
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“Scott, don’t even try to act like you didn’t cry when you stepped on that dogs foot.” Peter said, crossing his arms.
Warren, Peter, Kurt, and Scott were sat in a circle. A bro circle, of course.
“Of course I cried, Peter. I have a soul. You nearly cried when Kurt bamfed in front of you and your pizza slice almost dropped onto the floor.” Scott snapped back, frowning.
“It was quite amusing, Peter.” Kurt smiled gently at him, causing Peter to smile to.
“Well, Warren cried last night when his-”
“I did what now, speedy?” Warren cut him off, his wings flicking out as a warning.
“You almost cried last night, when y/n started tearing up because Scott stepped on the dogs foot.” Peter said, raising his eyebrows at him.
“No,” Warren scoffed, his wings tightening up “I did not. I don’t have enough emotion for that, Petey.”
“Yes, you literally did. I saw the tears in your eyes. Warren’s a crier.” Peter grinned at him and dived when Warren launched his boot at his head.
“Shut it, speedo.” He snapped, glaring at him “I could, like, beat you up. So, fuck off with that shit.”
“Who’re we beating up?”
Warren sat up immediately, blushing “Hey baby”
He smiled, his arm wrapping around you gently, his wings fluffing up as you kissed his cheek in a greeting.
“We’re beating up Peter.” He said, softly.
“Awh, hell yeah. I’ve been waiting forever for a reason to beat up banana hammock.” You said, grinning at him.
“Banana hammock?”
Warren ignores Peter and smiled again, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, humming “We can tag team him.”
“I’m gonna go find Jean, I wanna show her the dog we found yesterday.” Scott left the room, dragging Peter behind him, who was pulling Kurt with him.
“Why do we wanna beat him up?” You asked, giggling as he said “He was telling everyone how I cried yesterday because you started crying and for some reason I couldn’t help it but start crying with you.”
“It was precious, really.” You said, smiling as he placed his forehead against yours. “You’re a very doting boyfriend. Very emotional… Very empathetic? That’s a better word. Empathetic.”
“It’s only because I love you.”
You could feel your heart stutter, thinking in the back of your mind that’s not healthy, grinning as you responded “I love you, Warren. My angel.”
“I love you, doll. Cupcake. Honey. My sweet baby love. Love of my life. Darling. Pumpkin.” He pressed little kisses to your cheeks as he went on, leaving you in fits of giggles.
oooookay here we go I love Warren with all my heart and soul (modern au) (fun fact the playlists I’ve mentioned here are actual playlists I’ve made bc I’m a total music hoe)
Especially before you actually start going out with him and he’s still trying to win you over
In training with the other X Men, in conversation, just? at any opportunity he’s trying to impress you
He dials it back a little when you’re actually dating but he still goes out of his way to show off for you
Usually it’s cute but sometimes it can get in the way if you’re trying to be productive
Even if it’s a little annoying sometimes, you can’t really be mad at him because he’s just? So sweet?
You both love a lot of the same music, even if your taste is a little more lowkey when it comes to metal etc,
He makes you playlists all the time
You’ve got so many that you can basically assign a playlist to a mood and listen to it when you’re feeling like it fits
He picks the title and the songs and usually includes a one line description as well
Some of your favourites are:
fearless-I’m reckless and you’re restless and we go together like two halves of the same coin (it’s fast and energetic and he made it for you after he had come home from a mission injured)
neon vibes-you feel like fireworks and driving too fast and I can’t get enough (it’s upbeat and exciting and twirly and he made it for you after your first real date)
darker nights-I’ll never really leave you alone no matter where I am (it’s slower and a little sad and he made it for you before you left for a longer mission because being apart from you makes him anxious and he uses music to calm himself down and convey how he feels) (you cried the first time you listened to it)
You encourage him to play piano and to rediscover some other things he loves doing for fun
He picks up piano again and he loves it and he loves you for bringing him back to it (you can pry classically trained pianist Warren from my cold dead hands k thx)
He starts photography as well and he’s actually pretty good
He takes an absurd amount of photos of you
There are so many candids of you as well as a few posed ones that he persuaded you to let him take
He thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world and you’re his absolute favourite thing to photograph
The two of you have a weekly movie night for just the two of you
You take it in turns to pick the movie and organize the snacks
It’s really just a solid block of time for the two of you to cuddle up together and not interact with anyone else
Sometimes Warren will lie with his head in your lap and you’ll read to him because he finds it soothing and he likes it when you stroke his hair and wings gently
Speaking of his wings
You help him maintain and groom them because they’re fu c kign huge and a total pain for him to manage on his own
He also loves how soft and delicate your touch is as you work your way through the feathers
It’s just? An act of intimacy that you both really enjoy
You spar together in training and he’s so proud when you kick his ass
You’re both pretty evenly matched on the whole but you have different strengths and weaknesses that mean there’s almost never a guarenteed winner
He’s stronger than you and but you’re more maneuverable than he is and you tend to move faster
You’ve also figured out how to account for his wings and if you get your timing and movements just right you can use the giant feathery appendages to hinder his own movement and hide you from view
The sparring is just? really fun and a good way to blow off steam together if one or both of you is feeling particularly restless
When he gets sleepy, Warren is so so cuddly and touchy feely
He’ll drape himself over you and lean heavily into you
He has a naturally low body temperature so he loves cuddling up to you to warm himself up, even if you complain about his cold toes
You feel so so safe and protected when he wraps you up in his arms and wings, even though you’re perfectly capable of protecting yourself
He craves the physical intimacy and affection because he had to do without it for so long
He’s not an amazing cook and doesn’t particularly enjoy it most of the time but he loves to keep you company in the kitchen especially when you’re baking because you’ll pass him things to taste as you work
He’ll brag about you to anyone who’ll listen
You’re his lockscreen and home screen and he’ll literally get heart eyes when he looks at his phone
He takes you on cute, cheesy, typical dates every so often because he loves taking the chance to spoil you
It’s technically against the rules but he sleeps in your room a lot of the time
Everyone knows about it but no one tries to stop him because they know he gets nightmares about his past sometimes
Also no one begrudges him the need to have someone to hold onto at night because when he came to the school he was just so starved of affection and human contact
wARREN OR PETER GETTING FLUSTERED WHEN THEIR S/O IS AFFECTIONATE WITH THEM (if u choose Warren: his wings get poofy and his face gets red) ((if u choose Peter: he has leg twitches and tries to laugh it off – nervously so)) —- actual goddess Pascale
I wrote this in attempt to avoid my problems (lol oops) so it’s probably shit, I guarantee it.
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“Warren your face is red.”
“Shut up Scott.” Warren grumbled, his face burning as you slid your fingers in his, leaning up to press your lips against his cheek.
“Yeah, shut up Scooter.” You laughed, arms swinging as you walked.
“I’m sick of you two.” Scott said, frowning at the concrete as he narrowly avoided stepping in gum.
“You love us.” You grinned, “And besides, if you’re so sick of us you wouldn’t have dragged us out here. We could be in the mansion, in our own rooms-”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” Scott said, “Please, for the sake of my sanity.”
“-sleeping. In our own rooms, sleeping.” You finished, eyebrow raising “What’d you think I was gonna say? Fucking?”
“Well, yes actually.” Scott said at the same time that Warren said “Duh.”
“You’re both ridiculous.” Jean said, laughing as she plopped down onto the grass, unfolding a blanket.
Jean thought stargazing would be a good idea, that’s why you were all outside at 11:00 o’clock at night.
Warren almost dropped the blanket he was holding, casually tossing it onto the ground before sitting down and pulling you down onto it, wrapping his arms around you.
“You’re cute, you know.” You grumbled, laying back as he did, smushing you into his side and kissing your forehead.
“You’re one to talk.” He whispered, grinning as you slid your arms around him. “You’re the cutest person I’ve ever met.”
You could hear Scott and Jean talking to each other, about fifteen feet away from the two of you, Scott’s arm wrapped around her shoulder ‘casually’, you could definitely tell he just did the yawn then arm around shoulder move. Classic Scooter.
“That’s a lie, you’ve met Kurt.” You said, looking up at him, running your fingers through his hair and letting your hand rest at him jaw. “I like you.”
He looked down at you, with your eyes wide and bright, “I like you too, quite a lot.”
His face started burning when you kept playing with his hair, touching the feathers at the edge of his wings, sliding your fingers into his. He sat up, pulling you up with him, as his wings puffed up and made it hard for him to lay down.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, worried you crossed a line.
“Nuthin.” He grumbled, pulling you into his arms and holding you.
“You’re face is hot.” You grumbled, hands against his cheeks, “Are you feeling well?”
“Yes, ’m fine I swear.” He said, wings twitching slightly as you slid your hand between them, rubbing his nose against yours to make you laugh.
“Angel” he kissed you, “Are you blushing?”
He almost automatically said “No! Why would I be blushing?”
“Whys your face so warm then?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Maybe because it’s hot outside.” He said, knowing full and well that it wasn’t.
“You’re blushing.” You said, laughing as he groaned “Don’t even deny it, your wings are a giveaway.”
“I’ve been betrayed by my own body.” He groaned, quietly. “You know me too well.”
“Well of course I do, you’re my angel.”
His face burned at the name, his heart swelling, wings puffing, and his eyes crinkling, grinning he said “Yeah I am.”
“Would you guys shut up over there? I’m trying to flirt!” Scott shouted, making both you and Warren jump.
“Oh shut up, Scott.” Warren said, “Just make out already.”
Warren Worthington iii x reader
Prompt: “Scar’s are proof of where life’s failed us.”
Requested? Nope.
Warren looked at his wings every morning, every afternoon, every night, and basically every time he passed a mirror.
And he couldn’t help but feel slightly nauseated at the sight of them.
Ever since his soft, feathery, white wings were taken from him he felt a pang in his heart when he saw the metal knives protruding from his back.
Part of him knew that it was his fault yet part of him wanted to believe it wasn’t. Apocalypse had caught him at a time where he hated his life, if Apocalypse had found him after he had met you it would have been a different story.
You had softened the parts of him that were angry at the world, although it had taken a lot. You made him feel better about his past, made him feel more human after years of feeling like a bird in a cage. You made him feel something more than a bottle of vodka and a shitty late night hook up with some stranger could ever. He was happy, for the most part, because of you.
Every time he finds himself looking in a mirror, hating what he saw, he remembers you. How much you love him and how he loves you.
He remembers the one time you had caught him looking and actually said something.
-/-
“Warren? Are you okay?”
He jerked his head away from the mirror, his wings clanging behind him as he did.
“I’m fine, darlin.” He had said, his shoulders rolling in as he did.
“No you’re not, what’s wrong?” You had walked over to him, reaching up to press your hands gently to the side of his face.
“Nothing, I swear it.” He said, his hands coming to rest on your cheeks.
“You’re lying, angel.” You had said, looking into his eyes and rubbing your thumb along the tattoos on his face “Please tell me.”
He had sighed, looking at his feet. “I miss my wings. My soft wings, not these cold metal things, but my pretty white ones.”
“Oh, baby.” You said, pulling him in for a hug “You’ll get them back, life finds a way for things to go well in the end.”
“But until I get them back, I’m stuck with a constant reminder of helping a monster try to destroy the world.” He grumbled, burying his face into your neck. “It’s like a really bad, obnoxious scar of when things all went wrong.”
“It’s just for now, angel.” You had whispered, running your fingers through his curls and holding him close. “Besides, scar’s are proof of where life’s failed us. Things are better now, and they’ll be better forever. You’ll never go back to being that person again.”
He pulled away, pressing a kiss to your forehead “What would I do without you?”
You had smiling, planting a kiss on his mouth “I dunno, you’d probably be fucking around somewhere dangerous with Peter or Scott.”
He laughed, pulling you in close, “Oh I still do that, I just do it when you’re fucking around with Jean.”
“You’re lucky I love you.” You had said, nuzzling into neck.
“Yeah I am.” He said, smiling widely “I love you with all my heart.”
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