I had the most magical trip to Walmart this morning, Like every year, day after Halloween I went to Walmart at 9am-ish to checkout half off Halloween stuff, This morning I saw it happening, the posts outside the doors were candy cane colored, the elf decals on the windows. The Christmas trees at the entrances, the Count Down to Christmas sign (54 days if you curious blokes were still wondering) Aisles upon aisles being stocked with those crappy expensive soap baskets, the unboxings of Christmas stuffs, those candles I can’t identify but the smell makes my throat start to close up, the Christmas balloons for each register. And while checking out, I even saw the one dude giving each employee their elf hat.
I witnessed the magic happening while buying my day after Halloween goodies
Warren always brought pleasure to those he had sex with, and don’t get him wrong, he felt pride in that. But he never felt the same. He didn’t swim in bliss like them, he didn’t even care for it, it felt wrong to him. But if someone else was happy, then maybe he was actually doing something right. And after whoever he spent the night with had their fill of him, they left or made him leave. After all, that’s all a mutant freak like him is good for, from what he was made to believe.
But once he found himself at the mansion, it was different. Sure, he still got flirted with, he still got the same lust filled looks, but he decided he wasn’t going to be used like that here, not anymore.
So he shied away from them and like a moody lost dog, he followed The Group around.
They were accepting and welcoming of him, even after the apocalypse ordeal and that’s when he met you, his angel.
Warren followed Kurt around, hands tucked within his leather jacket’s pockets as he allowed Kurt to happily drag him along, the friendly blue elf excitedly talking about his friends and how happy he will be here at the mansion, Warren though didn’t smile, even though he felt much more welcome here. Instead, giving a fake huff and acting as though all of it annoyed him. (which was easy to see through, due to Warren’s curious gaze looking at everything they passed) and finally after Kurt’s tour of the mansion his eyes lit up as he pulled Warren through the grass to where his group of friends sat underneath the willow trees, talking and joking with each other.
When they reached the group of teens Kurt happily introduced Warren to each of them while he awkwardly stood behind Kurt, shuffling uncomfortably as he told Warren each persons name. He recognized most of them, Jean smiled at him, Jubilee waved happily and grinned at him, introducing herself and pulling Kurt down to sit beside her, Scott glanced at him and nodded before starring at Jean again, Peter was too busy eating twinkies and complaining about his broken leg nonstop to pay Warren much attention,
Then Warren saw someone he didn’t recognize, you definitely weren’t at the battle.
He would’ve remembered you(no he is not a creepy elephant memoried stalker birb). You smiled at him, a kind smile, something he wasn’t used to(besides Kurt’s happy sincere smile about everything which was honestly starting to get on his nerves)
You moved your bag and patted the grass next to you for him to sit. His wings ruffled unconsciously as he went to stiffly sit crossed legged next to you, still not sure what to say or if he should even speak to anyone. (afterall, who knew what grudges they could all be harboring after the Apocalypse ordeal) After a few moments of listening to the chatting between your friends you noticed Warren’s complete silence and took your attention away from your book.
You leaned over to him and quietly, as to not disturb your friends conversation, said Hi to him, offering your hand to shake and giving him a kind smile. Warren was surprised that you willingly decided to talk to him, he could feel his face heat up and swallowed thickly due to the attention you were giving him. It felt nice, if he was being honest. But gave only short answers to each of your questions, and you didn’t pry. It was nice, he thought, having people to talk with, instead of just be used by or told to fight, then left and be forgotten till he could be of use to them again.
Out of all the mutants at the school, and everyone in The Group, you made the most effort to include him in things, you always invited him places.
And if he tried to stay a grouchy bird in his room? No. You weren’t having it. You’d pester him and give puppy eyes until he gave in, or try literally pushing him out of his room (futile efforts because he’s huge and built like an angelic god, but he thought you looked adorable) He knew he couldn’t deny your requests anyway. You were just too nice to him, he couldn’t refuse you anything. You were the first person to truly enjoy his presence. Even if he didn’t say much, you still liked talking to him and walking with him through the halls.
Whenever he got hurt you’d be right there next to him in no time, patching him up or dragging him straight to the infirmary and scolding him, telling him to be more careful. Warren was in awe at the sight, you actually looked truly worried about him as you cleaned the small wounds.
No one had ever done that for him before.
Warren knew he loved you, he fell for you in no time and was happy his heart was in your hands. But Warren still didn’t want to try and start a relationship with you though, what if you didn’t like him and it was all an act? Or what if he did, and you left him once you knew the real him, or somehow it was all an act for sex? Warren couldn’t take it.
No matter how ridiculous the possibilities sounded, he couldn’t get rid of such thoughts.
So he didn’t do anything even though it killed him, with every sweet smile and kind act from you, he fell harder. Soon his feelings became obvious though, he would always blush and stutter around you or become a complete loss for words. Jean and Jubilee would giggle at how cute it was, but Peter and Scott, they wouldn’t let it go no matter how much he scowled at them or puffed his wings and threatened them.
You on the other hand, were getting annoyed with Warren’s obliviousness. So one afternoon, sitting in the grass next to Warren under the swaying willow trees,(a regular activity of you two) your leg brushing against his. After you’d finished the small flower crown you carefully placed it on his head, smiling at his rosy cheeks as he muttered a quiet thanks.
You rolled your eyes and pecked Warren’s cheek changing his pink tinted cheeks to a full blown, bright rosy red blush as he stared at you.
You acted as if nothing happened and twisted flowers into his soft white feathers instead. After that incident you started giving him more quick kisses, whether on his cheek or forehead, and holding his hand in the halls(never did he live without a bright blush and a stunned little smile) and he couldn’t deny you affection. He loved you, and everything about being with you. Soon he just gave in.
One night laying in bed, you curled into his side with your head on his chest and his wings cocooning you both in softness and warmth he decided to tell you. You were always understanding to everyone else, maybe somehow if you wouldn’t hate him for it.
And he told you. About how he felt, about all of his past, and his feelings about having sex. He was crying within no time. As you just held him tightly in a hug, trying your best to comfort him and listened intently. He was hunched with his arms around you, his face buried in your neck soaking your shirt with tears. He waited for you so say something, anything, some kind of response. He couldn’t help it, he was terrified of you leaving him, of hating him and saying he was a monster But you only smiled and told him you loved him.
Warren stared at you in disbelief, you couldn’t be serious right? There was something wrong with him. More wrong than being a mutant, he was broken or sick SOMETHING and he waiting for you to tell him, but you never did, ever. You kissed him gently and wiped away his tears.
You cuddled his close to you, and kissed so soft and lovingly and made him feel completely loved. Never making him feel like a monster, you never pressured him into anything. You accepted him for who he was no matter what. You always loved him, and always will.
(I didn’t know how to end it I’m sorry for all of this and please, any feedback would be highly appreciated 🙂 I have no clue what I’m doing.)
hey! HEY! what about ace!Warren though, he’s always kind of been his own sex icon with the perfect (in every way) body he was a fuckboi He thought he had to be that’s whats expected of him right? and sex is the only reason anyone wants him in any way Thats how its always been so even though he didnt really enjoy it he did it but with you with taking it slow you were so accepting and you listened to him you were the first person to care and when he understood what he was you accepted and love him
I was looking at that hat and shirt Addy is wearing in “Welcome to Murphy Town” but really, its the apocalypse and there’s no one to judge anything you wear so then I pictured a big burly biker dude covered in tattoos with a frilly flowery bonnet showing up And now I really want there to be a big burly biker dude covered in tattoos with a frilly flowery bonnet to show up. With maybe a wombat or something in his sidecar (who knows what survived from zoos anyway *shrugs*)
and the wombat has some goggles on too so the wind doesn’t bother his eyes and maybe a shirt or somethin
What if Peter really likes those cheesy romance movies? He’d always join aunt May when she was watching them and decides they’re actually pretty good in his opinion. And if you like them? well he definitely wouldn’t be against sitting around all day watching a pile of them (he swears that they’re Aunt May’s but you know better, you’ve seen the stack in his room next to Star Wars) and talking about the couple and how ridiculous they are being not being together already and would probably get emotional over it but try and hide it.
character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS
ship with: 10k
friendship them with: Everyone !!!
general opinions: An absolute dork with a heart of gold!!
I’M SMILING LIKE A CHESHIRE OVER HERE ALL OF THAT IS SO SWEET! KATY!
When Vasquez returns I’m gonna be really disappointed if Warren doesn’t kick his ass or slap him upside the head for disappearing
Peter Maximoff is totally the one(either bestfriend, boyfriend, guy you are barely acquainted with)who will send you tons and tons of memes and gifs of the stupidest things
Cannibals take ‘you are what you eat’ very seriously
Peter’s on a run one day, going no where in particular and somehow ends up a few states away, at a dairy farm. (where the cows are in fields. I despise the others)
Peter’s standing by the fence, eating twinkies and watching cows for a few minutes then one of the cows walks up to him mooing and starring at him expectantly.
Peter looks from the cow, to the twinkie in his hand “What? you want this?” the cow mooed in response, walking right up to him eating the twinkie from his extended hand and licking his fingers for more. Peter grinned.
{two hours, three boxes of twinkies, and some help from Scott to ‘sneak’ a cow into the dorms later}
You walk into Peter’s room and lean against the doorframe staring at Peter’s new roommate. “Peter, why is there a cow in your room now?”
Peter stops petting the cow and looks up from his spot on his ‘borrowed’ couch “(Y/n) I told you earlier, her name is Bertha”
You sighed shaking your head “Fine Peter. Why is Bertha in your room?”
“Well I couldn’t take her back to the farm where I found her” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world
You rubbed your temples. Oh the things you put up with for this boy.
“And why couldn’t you take her back to the farm, she’s a milk cow she would’ve been fine”
Peter looked at you with a horrified expression
“Because they only gave her grass and cow food!”
“Peter that’s what all cows eat.”
“Well not Bertha.” he petted the cows head, making it moo affectionately “She likes twinkies and they weren’t giving her any, no way she’s going back. Plus, free milk.” Peter said smugly eating a twinkie like he just won, and hand feeding one to Bertha who happily ate it
You plopped down on the couch next to Peter, grabbing an extra twinkie from his box “Fine. But your explaining this to Charles.”
Peter wrapped his arm around your shoulder, nuzzling your neck “You’re gonna love Bertha! she’s great and loves twinkies, just like you”
You glared at him “Pietro whatever your middle name is Maximoff, you did not just compare me to a cow.” you growled at him Peter gulped and speed backed away quickly, not taking his eyes off you and tripped into a small table behind him you stood up slowly, looking increasingly intimidating to Peter “N-now (Y/n) I didn’t mean it like that-(Y/n), (Y/N)!”
And that’s the story of how Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters got a cow named Bertha. And the reason poor Charles Xavier who did not sign up for this, had to write a letter of apology to a very confused dairy farmer in Ohio.
This is also where Charles truly regrets not taking Erik up on his offer to live with him in their love shack on a beach in Cuba
I’m proud I wrote something but dammit I got 7 10k drafts I can’t seem to finish
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