so this is slightly (slightly) mature but really it’s not eugh also sorry sorry sorry if anyone didn’t get tagged tumblr hates me
damn me back at it again combining requests
‘you kill me with your angst. some happy warren please?’
‘warren + 4 from your prompt list please’
‘8 + warren please and thank you💙’
‘ok so i’m taking french as my elective and it would be Super™ Cool™ if you could do 12 and 13 from the drunk friend prompt list and warren worthington iii please and thank you my friend
and various others idk i forget
You know you’ve crossed that line into ‘too late’ when ‘The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air’ re-runs start playing, and a quick glance at the clock reveals that it is 4:56.
At least Scott and Jean have stopped making noise next door, though you’re not sure that’s really a good thing. A knock on your door cuts off your train of thought, and you open the door to Warren, biting his lip nervously, wings fluttering a little.
“Can I help you?”
He grins a little sheepishly.
“Well, you’ve probably heard that they’ve stopped talking in there,” he gestures to Scott’s room, “and while I’d normally be pleased they’ve shut up, my bed is kind of in there, so I was just wondering if I could maybe sleep on your floor?”
You concentrate hard, in an attempt to keep the blush off your face. The boy you like, for fucks sake, just asked if he could sleep in your room. Praise every known deity. Looking at your thoughtful expression, he quickly backtracks.
“I mean, uh, it’s fine if not, I could probably ask Peter, it’s just you’re closer? And-“
“Warren, calm down, its fine, you can sleep here. I’ve got some pillows you can borrow if you want.”
With that, you let him past you, following him back into your room and shutting the door behind you. Throwing him some pillows, you disappear into the bathroom to change into something vaguely sleep wear like, just in case you manage to get any sleep that night. When you come back, rubbing your eyes tiredly, Warren is lying on the floor, staring up at your ceiling.
“That ceiling’s real interesting, huh?”
Jumping at the sound of your voice, Warren props himself up on one elbow, and a full blush overtakes his face as he takes you in. You wink at him, and his elbow falls out from underneath him. When he looks up at you, his face is a whole new shade of red. Smiling a little to yourself, you make your way over to the bed, patting the space next you.
“C’mon, weirdo, we’re watching the amazing world of Sharknado.”
“There are many ways to describe that film. ‘Amazing’ is not one of them.”
“Connard.”
“Hang on, I, I know that word. Wait, did you just call me a dickbag in french?”
“Yes?”
“Wow, and here I was thinking we were friends,” he says, sliding onto the bed next to you.
“Can I?” he says nervously, gesturing to the bed, and you assume he means can he get under the covers (though to be honest you want him under you). Needless to say, you’re a little surprised when he loops an arm around your waist, pulling you close, and so you subconsciously place your hand in his hair, carding your fingers through his hair gently.
“I like it when you touch my hair. It’s…nice.”
Warren thinks that he might explode. He had not expected you to let him on the bed, let alone cuddle you, and now you’re stroking his hair. Wow.
“Do you know what my favourite quote is?”
“Tell me.”
“And maybe if I stand in the rain, I’ll get wetter than any boy has ever made me.”
Warren chokes on nothing.
A comfortable silence settles over the two of you, Warren’s head on your shoulder, your hand in his hair. Turning to ask him something, you realise just how close your faces are.
“Oh, jesus christ, burn me alive.”
“Huh, not usually a guy’s reaction in bed with me, but it’s original.”
Warren blushes for the third time that evening and shifts closer. You’re almost cross eyed because of how close you are. Something flashes in his eyes, and he cups your face with rough palms, and he kisses you softly, pulling you as close as possible.
His body against yours ignites something inside of you, a hunger, and you wrap your leg around his waist, pulling him closer still. When you finally break apart, your chest is heaving and Warren looks awestruck.
“I’m pretty glad Scott and Jean hijacked my room,” he says, and leans forward to kiss you once more.
I’m not saying Charles and Erik had crazy hate sex on the plane and Charles left hickeys all over Eriks neck, But Erik suddenly and without explanation has a scarf of during the next plane scene.
Wolverine and Beast were just sitting awkwardly in the cockpit pretending it’s not happening.
Logan: Nice scarf, bub.
Erik: It’s an ascot. Ascot’s are fashionable. This is completely normal. I don’t know what you’re talking about.
The most important
thing, in anything you do, is always trying your hardest, because even
if you try your hardest and it’s not as good as you’d hoped, you still
have that sense of not letting yourself down.
Hey, so this is my first fanfic ever. Constructive feedback would be lovely.
Warnings: anxiety
“Okay, but what if-”
“I’m stopping you right there, I know what you’re about to say, you’ve said it twelve times now. It doesn’t matter what they’ll say, what matters is that I love you and a bunch of rude fans won’t change that.” Tom said as he tried to ease your nerves about the picture he had just posted of you and him. He was using the picture to announce his relationship with you to his growing fanbase.
“I know, I believe you, it’s just…I’ve seen the awful things they comment about females in general and you know how I am about things like that. It gets to me, you know?” You glanced at his phone on the coffee table in front of you both, it was already blowing up with notifications of what his fans thought. Anxiety bubbling in your stomach as you thought about the negative things they could be saying.
“Y/N, you’re beautiful, you’re funny, intelligent, witty, caring, and so much more. They may or may not see it, but I most certainly do.“ He smiled lovingly at you as he pulled you into a side hug while seated on the sofa, your head rested on his shoulder.
”…Okay… but what if-“
“Y/N. Stop it.” Tom chuckled as he pinched your hip. “I’m going to look at the comments now and at least read the first one, okay?” He told you as he slowly reached for his phone.
Your knees were now pulled up to your chin, arms wrapped tightly around your folded legs. You watched Tom’s deep brown eyes scan the screen, they crinkled at the corners when he let out a short laugh at what was probably a comment.
“Oh crap, what does it say?” You groaned as you buried your face into your knees.
“The first comment is just ‘first’. It happens all the time, even if they aren’t first. Gets me everytime.” He shook his head with a smile.
“Tom!” You scolded as you slapped his shoulder. “Don’t do that to me!” Your nerves kicking back up.
“What? Oh yea- here, the first actual comment is actually pretty nice, ‘as long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy for you’. Here’s this one, ‘WOW she’s so beautiful, you both look so happy together! Congrats!’. See Y/N, don’t worry about it.” He smiled as he hugged your curled up form.
“You just read two of them and skipped the mean ones.” You huffed while looking at the wall ahead of you.
“That I did, particularly because I knew you’d read them later tonight when you think I’m not looking. I see you stalk my account and my tag.” He said with a smirk. “Why do you have ‘tom holland x reader’ saved to your tumblr seaches anyway?” He grinned as he began to tickle you.
“I don’t!-” you struggled for a full breath of air, “know what you’re talking about!” You finally rushed out while laughing.
“Oh how I love you,” Tom sighed as he pulled you into a hug, the side of your head pressed to his chest, his steady heart beat calming you down. “Just promise before you read them, let me know when so I can be with you. I don’t want you to be alone when you see them. I may not know exactly how hard it is, but let me be there to at least hold you through it. Please.” He whispered to you as he tenderly kissed the top of your head.
“I promise.”
*later that night*
“….how often do these girls call you daddy? I don’t even call you daddy. Why are they always so horny?” You sat against the headboard of your bed, phone in hand, bowl of popcorn on your lap.
Tom sat across from you, face hidden in his hands, blanket covering most of his form. “I don’t know, I can’t control them!”
“I have no idea what I was worried about, this is hilarious.” You smirked at your phone as you continued to scroll.
Author note: Hey guys! So i’m kinda busy these next couple days. I’m going to do my best to post some things, so keep sending in request. I’m work on two pieces right now that will be up on saturday. Sorry if this list really sucks! But anyways thanks for reading my stories.
Imagine..
Peter being shy when he tries to ask you out.
Having the perfect first date in a fancy restaurant in lower Manhattan.
Late night talks that include lots of cuddling and kisses.
Doing ridiculous things just to see his beautiful smile that lights up your world.
Peter surprising you with gifts just because he thought you deserved something special now and then.
How scared Peter would be to tell you he is Spider-man.
When you find out his true identity he is surprised at your reaction, because you don’t get angry with him. You just keep kissing him over and over again, while thanking him for every time he has ever saved you.
Endless Star wars marathons with the occasional Indiana Jones marathons as well.
Him always stealing kisses from you when you least expect it.
Helping him with crazy inventions and hearing him rant about endless science theories.
Having Peter sit there and listen while you vent about a bad day you had.
Play endless amounts of video games.
Geeking out together over the most random of things.
Him using cheesy pickup lines 24/7.
Finally just imagine having a wonderful guy like Peter in your life.
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