“Wait, so you’re telling me this is your first, real Christmas?”
Warren shrugged at your expression of disbelief, playing idly with the end of a string of shiny tinsel that was lying around. The entire school was getting ready for the holiday season and excitement flurried in almost everyone.
“When I was younger, all my Christmases were just going to rich, fancy parties with my parents. I never got to decorate, eat the typical dinner or get presents.”
“I always think your life could never get sadder but then you prove me wrong.” Peter piped up from across the room, speedily creating strings of paper snowflakes to hang up. “I mean, even Kurt and Ororo celebrated Christmas, and they had way worse childhoods than you.”
Peter yelped as Ororo punched his arm, and Kurt shook his head as he sat, perched upon the rafters.
“Ha, ha.” Warren rolled his eyes. “I never really cared much about Christmas anyways.”
“Well that’s going to change this year.” You declared. “You’re gonna get the Christmas you never had. Starting, with decorations.” Smiling, you tossed him a Santa hat which he just held up dubiously.
“Put it on!”
“You know you want to.” Scott chimed in with a grin, snickering at Warren’s scowl.
But his frown faded as he met your eyes, glimmering with enthusiasm, lips curving up in a smile he would do anything to see. Sighing, he tugged it on, grudgingly getting up from his lazy position on the sofa while everyone cheered.
“This better be worth it.” He warned, despite already knowing it was as you gazed at him.
“Come on you big baby. Let’s go help Jean with the tree.”
this is a kind of au because Peter is 30 and i think Warren is a minor like 17-18 years so I’m going to turn Peter in a teenager again, like in DoFP.
I’m going to do this as family friendly as I can, which means there’s nothing but fluff
• It all started when after years of friendship, months with Warren, with Peter that both developed feelings for you.
• Specifically during the Friday’s hang out that the team had every week religiously. All went to a fair and during the tour in the house of terror was that both boys were enchanted by you.
• Peter whenever he was by your side became nervous and began to vibrate slightly. He tried to evade your gaze, but secretly sought it when he made a joke to see you laugh.
• Warren was still the same only that he was dying of nerves inside and praying for not doing any stupidity that would embarrass him.
• Both were fighting over who they thought could be a better boyfriend for you. The team got fed up with that fast.
“Why do not they just go and tell her that you’re in love with her?”
•Scott was the first to confront the problem during Friday night movies, in which luckily you were not there.
• They nailed to the idea since they didn’t know if you liked one of them and continued watching the movie as if nothing.
• However, when Ororo and Jubilee assured them that you like them the idea was reconsidered.
• Let’s summarize this part. The two were with you during a break between classes, you were in the library sitting at one of the tables, alone. Both were happy about that.
• Peter sat on your right and Warren on the left. Peter looked at you hoping that you were the one who would initiate the conversation, the sound of his leg moving at high speed was heard throughout the room; Warren was the one who had the courage to speak.
“So (y/ n), I know you … sorry, we know you like both of us and it’s great because we like you but but the problem is …”
• But he couldn’t and the sentence, so Peter was the one who dropped the rest of the question.
“Do you want to date us?”
• Seconds passed, no, minutes before you answered and, honestly, both were surprised as well as surprised that you agreed.
• Now we are going to what matters to us.
• The relationship between Warren,Peter and you is somewhat strange. They both love you, nobody denies it, but the two of them still maintain their friendship, only now they have more affection than before.
• It took time to hold hands because Warren is not used to those signs of affection and Peter is afraid of rejection.
• Most of the students looked at you in surprise when they saw Warren with his arm around your waist and Peter holding your hand.
• Warren is a type of guy who tends to call you by nicknames like “princess”, while Peter usually calls you by a thousand and one nicknames that cross his mind.
• They are protective with you, but not to the point of becoming stifling. They know that there are people out there who don’t want the best for anyone and don’t want you to go through that.
• Warren’s leather jacket and Peter’s gray are now yours, without doubt.
• Nights in Peter’s basement playing with video game consoles and eating junk food and then finish at the top of a building at midnight to enjoy the view and spend some time together.
• They steal kisses from you every time.
• Sleeping with them in the same bed is a battlesince they both sleep very, very badly.
• Peter moves too much and Warren changes position every second. The good thing is that Warren’s wings are a blanket and Peter uses Warren and you as teddy bears.
• In the morning they don’t want to get out of bed, they like to lie down with you, cuddling and caressing each other.
• It’s relaxing to feel Peter’s arms around your waist and leaving several kisses that go from your cheek to your neck, while Warren works on the hickeys that will be visible throughout the day, then work on theirs, also you helps in that part.
• None of the three of you get out of bed during that time.
• They’re loving and soft boyfriends 12/10.
• They would do everything possible so that none of you is sad, even if it involves doing something tremendously stupid.
BONUS:
• Charles and Jean made a promise not to look into the minds of these two for a long time.
Request: Hey there :3 I saw your post about wanting requests.. I was wondering if you could do a hc or an imagine about Warren treating you to something special after a rough day? Thank you!!
• Okay, I think we’re all in agreement that Warren Kenneth Worthington iii is the softest boy alive because fuck Apocalypse • So, when he finds someone who genuinely cares about him he’s just all about the protect and serve™. • He’d be sitting in bed playing a video game and you would just come in to his room and without saying a word just fly face first on to the bed. • He’d know instantly you had a rough day but he wouldn’t be able to stop the smile that came to his face because your just so? Cute? • Warren is a momma bird and he’d pull you into his lap and play with your hair (LBH he’d probably braid it and it would be beautiful.) • He’d lay his wings over you and brush them back and forth over your body because he knows how much you love their softness. • He’d def draw you guys a bubble bath and let you lay back on his chest while he peppered your neck and shoulders with kisses and whispered sweet encouragements into your ear. • “You’re such a badass babe.” • “You’re killing it.” • His wings are just stretched out and relaxed behind the tub, and if this isn’t an aesthetic then I don’t know what is. • There would be massages from strong hands and if you wanted more he would be all about finding other ways to relax you. • Warren is just such a soft boy and he will do anything for the one he loves.
A/N: I JUST noticed I forgot my poor bb Peter for these things so he’s now added to the list
Also I can elaborate on any of these… I definitely already have NSFW posts for some of them
Requested by: Anonymous
Alex: He’s playful and sweet, with just a bit of roughness. He likes sex to be fun for the both of you. Romance and seriousness don’t come as often but he likes you to laugh and smile the whole time.
Charles: he’s the true romantic. Mood lighting, music, massages before hand… all of that. I also think he’s super big on cuddling after and teasing before
Erik: Romantic but rough is the best way to describe him. He likes to worship you but he also likes to show off a bit and put some real muscle into it.
Hank: He’s a generous lover that likes to pretend he’s gentle but he’s got a secret kink side. Just picture all the fun the two of you could have in his lab and with safe lab equipment
Kurt: I like to imagine that he tries gonna super romantic and sweet but he and you get giggly and the romantic atmosphere is ruined by the laughter the two of you share. Role play is cool for him. He can also last forever.
Logan: He tries to be romantic with you, but he’s more fueled by passion than by love and the two of you can be found doing the do in a lot of odd location based on how the mood strikes the two of you
Peter:Playful and fun but really needy. Honestly he’s just so smitten with you that he wants you at all times. A lot of quickies and him rubbing up against you and teasing you in public.
Scott: He’s Playful and just the slightest bit kinky. He likes to try wild things but will usually just have a routine and relax with you. He loves morning sex.
Warren: He’s rough as hell and emotions drive how he acts in bed. He’s kinky AF. Will get it on anywhere
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Request anything you’d like to see! My ask box is open!
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.
The first time Warren had told you his middle name was when you were helping him fill out paperwork, and you abruptly realized that you didn’t know your boyfriend’s middle name. When you asked, his face fell, and he tried to take the paper from you, insisting that he would just fill it out himself. You persisted, and only after swearing up and down that you would never tell anyone, he told you.
“Kenneth?”
Warren immediately turned scarlet, but attempted to hide his embarrassment behind a scoff, returning his attention to the papers in front of him. You could tell from his reaction that it was something he really disliked, so you never brought it up again.
Until he came home from a mission injured.
You had received a telepathic message from Professor Xavier, giving you a heads up that Warren had been injured due to thoughtlessness on one of their missions. He had apparently not been paying attention, and had taken a somewhat serious hit. You were assured that he would be perfectly fine, but that didn’t ease your concern and annoyance.
By the time Warren walked through the doors of the mansion, shirtless with a large bandage on his side (yet he still wore his leather jacket, which you were certain he had been adamant about having), you were somewhere between furious and immensely worried. When you saw that he wore a smile, indicating that he was perfectly fine, the anger was the emotion that took over.
“WARREN KENNETH WORTHINGTON III!”
Warren turned white as a ghost, staring at you with an expression of utter fear. Peter and Scott, on the other hand, looked as if they had just seen the most glorious sight in all of creation.
“Kenneth?!” they hollered in unison, pure delight filling their voices. Warren didn’t even look at them, his eyes locked on you.
“I would highly suggest we all evade this lovers’ quarrel,” Charles declared, then nudged Peter and Scott, before leaving with the rest of the group in tow.
“What the hell were you thinking?” you inquired, seething with rage as you stormed over to Warren, who still looked somewhat terrified.
“I’m sorry, baby girl, I wasn’t thinking –”
“Exactly! You could have died, Warren! You could have died and never came back to me!” you yelled, and your voice betrayed you as it cracked at the end of your statement. Warren’s fear faded to a frown, and just as you were opening your mouth to continue, he pulled you into a hug.
“I’m sorry that I was reckless. You make me promise to be safe before every mission, and I broke that promise. I scared and upset you, and I’m so sorry. It’ll never happen again, baby. I swear.”
The anger almost immediately subsided, and you exhaled slowly before wrapping your arms around his torso, mindful of the bandage. Warren kissed the top of your head, then tipped your chin up to look at him and pressed a deep kiss to your lips.
“I love you,” he murmured after breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against yours.
“I love you, too, you ass.”
Warren smiled before kissing you once more, then draped an arm over your shoulders, leading you to your room.
“So, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” Warren asked, and the suggestiveness in his voice was very plain. You didn’t even have to look up at him to know that he was smirking.
“I should probably be the one making something up to you.”
“Why?”
“Because now Peter and Scott know that your middle name is Kenneth.”
Warren groaned loudly, running a hand through his blond curls.
“Yeah, you definitely need to do some repenting,” Warren agreed, although the libidinous tone was still evident in his voice. You grinned up at him, shooting him a playful wink.
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.
he stretched one of the beautiful snow white wings out and the feathers ruffled before he extended it to you. you delicately let your fingers brush over it while Warren watched your reactions, grinning at the careful way you touched them.
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