You had a lot of different chapstick flavors. From the classics to the holiday favorites (that often seemed absurd and extremely impractical), you had all of them. It wasn’t to make your lips super smooth for effortless lipstick appliance, nor was it to amaze your boyfriend with non-chapped lips. It was in fact for a game. It was for a game that you and Warren had started way back on a very memorable New Year’s Day, on the terms of a very happy accident.
You applied a thick coat of the cherry chapstick before you met Warren in the living room for a movie marathon. It was a New Year’s tradition for you two. As you sat down with the popcorn bowl in hand, he greeted you with a peck on the lips. He paused a moment, rubbing his lips together in deep thought.
“Cherry?” he wondered out loud. You couldn’t help but smile and laugh.
“Yep,” you had told him before bringing him into another cherry flavored kiss. Of course you both had enjoyed this little guessing game. It began to be a routine, and it went on year round.
“What’s today’s flavor?” Warren asked on Valentine’s Day. You smirked at him, patting the bed beside you.
“Come and see for yourself,” you said. Warren, already eager, pressed himself against you on the bed, his hands on either side of you head. He gave you a long kiss, then pulled away with a grin as he started to unbutton his dress shirt he had worn for your previous lunch date.
“Chocolate,” he muttered against your neck as you let out a hum of satisfaction. Warren had developed quite the talent for determining chapstick flavors, including the crazy ones, like banana split or birthday cake. You were looking forward to a day where you could see Warren guess incorrectly. You had hoped to stump him in March, with your Irish cream flavored chapstick, but he had gotten that one too, to your surprise. When July came around, it was almost nothing to guess the flavor for him.
You two were seated on top of your house, waiting for whatever fireworks would go off in the neighborhood. He had a protective arm around you, in fear that you would fall. He looked at you with sparkling eyes and a large cheeky grin. You couldn’t help but kissing him on the spot. Warren had erupted a deep throaty chuckle, then looked you in the eyes.
“Pink lemonade, very patriotic.” he winked, before the first firework of the night cascaded across the night sky. The same sky you found yourself looking up at on Halloween night with the clock nearing midnight. You two were laying on the roof, backs flush against the roughness of your house top. Warren was ironically enough dressed as an angel, and you a devil. It was only a matter of time before you were straddling his waist with your lips connected in a passionate kiss.
“Did I finally get you?” you asked, obviously hoping that you had stumped your boyfriend when he didn’t automatically guess the flavor on your lips. Warren bit his lip, then smiled with a shake of his head.
“Candy corn, you monster.” he mocked dramatically. You knew he hated candy corn, but that didn’t stop you from wearing it. You knew he would kiss you anyway.
On Thanksgiving, he had spent the day with your family, considering his own family problems. Your family had always accepted Warren, and they happily allowed him to join you for Thanksgiving dinner. He was seated at the table, looking at the turkey with desire. You walked beside him, placing another side dish in front of him, then kissing him on the cheek.
“A cheek kiss?” he pouted, resting his arm on the table. You rolled your eyes, but smiled anyway as you placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Predictable,” he muttered as you started to walk away.
“What?” you turned back to him, confused.
“Pumpkin pie.” he raised his eyebrows, which caused you to very lovingly flip him off. It was these family bond celebrating holidays that you really loved to spend with Warren. Any couple could hang out and kiss and call it a connection, but you knew that you and Warren were different.
On Christmas, it was the same deal. You and Warren being together as an ‘item’ on Christmas day with your family. He fit in with everyone perfectly. After your annual gift exchange, and thanking everyone for such lovely presents, you and Warren had snuck off to your bedroom. You two were wearing the stereotypical festive elf/Santa hats, and were cuddled up in each others arms as you watched The Polar Express. It wasn’t even twenty minutes into the movie that you two shared a long kiss. Aside from the fact that it was Christmas, what made this flavor memorable was that it was Warren’s favorite. You two had many chapstick flavors, new ones almost every day, but it was the special moments that made your chapstick game fun.
“Ginger bread cookie.” Warren smiled, finally, resting his forehead against yours. “My favorite.” It was a beautiful picture perfect moment to end the year, and both of you knew it. You two looked forward to new opportunities for each of you, each other’s company and support, and many more chapstick flavors to guess.
You jumped out of your dream like state and blinked twice. “I-I’m not.” You lied, cheeks flushing.
“You are. I can feel you staring.” Warren nearly growled out.
“Why don’t you ever want me staring at them?” You said a feeling of anger washing over you. “I’m sure other girls got to stare at them, why can’t I!”
“Don’t start, Y/N. Please.”
“Why not warren? Why can’t I admire how beautiful you are?”
“Because they’re not beautiful!” Warren screamed, turning to face you. “I’m not beautiful.” he said softly.
“Oh but Warren. Warren, baby you are. Every time I wake up next to you I’m breathless and I just can’t help but stare. Is this because you got burned? Warren I don’t give a damn about your burnt wing. I think your wings are beautiful ether way. I think you’re beautiful ether way.”
Warren looked down at you, all traces of anger gone. “Really?”
Money Problems – Warren Worthington III x Reader (FLUFF)
Request: Hi, could you please write something fluffy with Warren Worthington III (X-Men Apocalypse)? X reader, please. Like going to the movies or out for ice cream kinda thing. Only if it’s ok and you have some spare time. Thank you! And take care ❤
Word count: 2k
Summary: Warren has a spending problem and you bring it up, leading to a fluffy outing with him. (Warning: Mentions of Sex)
A/N: This is LONG overdue! Sorry about the wait 🙂 GIF IS NOT MINE!!! Credit where credit is due.
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It was rather comical how angelic your boyfriend looked despite his almost rancid behavior. However; the leather jackets, the empty bottles of heavy alcohol and the all around intimidation he seemed to rub off on people was nothing to you. He was your personal cherub and there wasn’t a single thing that he wouldn’t do for you.
His previous unsteady relationships left him with the overwhelming side effect of craving a lasting relationship. When he met you and ultimately fell in love, he did the only thing he knew how to portray love. Endless sex and he bought you things. Warren was no stranger to money and coming from a wealthy family meant buying the ones you loved seemingly useless items. It was considered normal. But for some reason when he bought them for you it was different. The smile that erupted all over your face was different. The romance and love he felt with you was different and he couldn’t get enough. You loved him for his semi-chaotic self and not the width of his wallet. Both were beginning to thin these days. Such a frivolous personality and a stable budget is hard to maintain if you have no job.
Money was seemingly no object to him and this was something you needed to discuss as a couple if things between you were to continue. Which they definitely were going to, as long as you could help it. But Warren had a thing about diving into serious conversations with you. He was worried that if you started talking through a problem together, you’d realize how high maintenance he is and leave him. Obviously, that wouldn’t be the case but as someone who’s felt left behind all his life by the people he loved, it was a very real concept. So anytime you’d approach him saying ‘We need to talk.’ he’d simply turn around and walk away. Granted, he couldn’t walk forever but it was always easiest to just let him go for the time being. Following him would only make him fly off but he always came back.
But his love fueled habit has started getting more and more costly. It was time. You needed to talk about money since he started taking to getting you jewelry. As much as you loved him, you’d be happy to continue loving him without a pair of diamond earrings and the necklace to match.
Warren slumps back against the chestnut brown headboard gently so as not to smush his wings in a careless action. His chest was bare and sinewy as it rose and fell dramatically to regain its previous steady rhythm. The left side of the bed was where his body rested while your equally exhausted self mirrored on the right. One of his hands stayed situated in his hair, attempting to push it off of his forehead where it decided to stick. The other was on your naked hip, gently rubbing circles with his thumb.
This is my chance. He’s too exhausted to run away.
With a great huff and effort you lifted yourself onto your elbows to face him as you rolled off of your side to lay stomach down on the obviously expensive (and ruined) sheets. Your sweet smile was a sight to behold but he knew it meant you were up to something. His eyes rolled, similar to the way they had done fifteen minutes ago, and a deep breath escaped his mouth as he prepared himself for your conversation.
“Out with it.” His tone was soft with a minuscule hint of annoyance to it.
“Out with what?” You prodded, hoping he already knew his fault.
“Whatever it is that’s bothering you about me now.”
“There’s nothing about you that bothers me, Warren.” He looked at you as you spoke and huffed. “Bothersome is a strong word and it doesn’t exactly reflect-“
“Then why are you setting up for an argument?” He was taking it all wrong and very fast.
“It’s nothing. I just…” He could tell you were choosing your words carefully so as not to upset him. It made him calm down a bit since you were obviously putting a lot of effort into keeping the air light. “I just think we should talk about money.”
His blonde eyebrows creased together at your voice. “Oh.” He sat up a little, using his hands to assist him so he could face you more. “That’s it? Well we’ve got money, so there’s that. Conversation done.” He shrugged and relaxed back into the headboard, ready to turn over so his back could face you and he could sleep.
“Warren.” Your voice held the warning tone you only reserved for the serious situations. “That’s not what I mean. We’re spending too much of it.”
You’re spending too much of it.
“Spending too much? Money is made to be spent, Y/N.” His voice was slowly gaining intensity to reestablish the original volume of the house which quickly dulled to a whisper when your physical activity began.
“No, Warren. It’s meant to be saved and then spent. But neither of us are making money. There’s no saving going on either! Just spending! If we keep doing this, we’ll be completely bankrupt before long.” As you spoke he looked increasingly insulted.
“What’s so wrong with a boyfriend spending money on his girlfriend?” He was trying to diffuse his anger by shifting blame but you’re too calm to accept it.
“A lot, actually. Especially since we’re losing so much of it.” You sat up, not caring about the fact your sheet fell off your chest and left you exposed to him. “If we can agree to at least cut back on our spending, I’ll be happy.”
Warren seemed to think it over for a long moment before nodding.
“Fine. But I want to take you out for one last spending spree before you put a clamp my dick.” You ignored the dick comment and nodded.
“Okay. What do you have in mind?”
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“Strawberry, please.”
Warren wore his usual white tee shirt disguised beneath a black leather jacket and its matching pants. The top half of his outfit had sizable cuts in the back so his wings could fit through comfortably. Despite the hot weather he looked damn cool.
He licked his vanilla ice cream almost sensually as he watched you reach for yours. He handed the ice cream vendor a $5 bill before walking with you to your picnic blanket on the center grass patch of the public park.
So far so good. He had you thinking he was going to go nuts with his ‘One Last Spending Hoorah.’
“So, hows the ice cream?” His blonde hair almost hung in his eyes as he watched you, all the while keeping his ice cream from melting onto his hand with his tongue.
“I mean, it’s ice cream.” You said nonchalantly as you shrugged. His face seemed a little displeased. “So that means it’s good by default. It’s good, Warren.” You smiled and laughed lightly before picking up where you left off with the quickly melting cone.
He seemed pleased with the later answer and continued to eat. It was a blissfully warm day with the perfect amount of sun to make a freezing treat beyond enjoyable. His blue eyes were concealed and protected behind his dark sunglasses, hiding them from your view. He sighed in content as he leaned back; using one hand to hold himself up and the other to hold his cone.
You felt yourself smile genuinely. Warren was becoming so domestic with you that it was beyond relaxing. So much so that you didn’t even notice the children playing soccer a few feet away. By the time you did notice, their bright red ball landed in your gut and your ice cream was embedded in the grass beside your picnic blanket. The shock of the hit left you a little breathless so it took you a moment to look over at Warren who’s feathers and chest were puffing up in protective anger.
He handed you his cone and picked up the ball as he stood and looked accusingly at the group of kids. The oldest of the bunch couldn’t be more than 11 years old at most.
“You think it’s funny to kick a ball at someone? Huh?” The kids were obviously ashamed and just wanted their ball back, not to be lectured.
“Warren, it’s fine. Really!” You got up and joined his side, taking the ball and giving it to the closest of the kids with a kind smile. “You guys just be careful, okay?” They all nodded and darted away.
Warren kept his chest puffed up before deflating it and looking down at you, sliding his sunglasses back up onto his hair. “I had that.”
“Had it? It wasn’t exactly a situation, Warren. They’re just kids.” You spoke gently as you handed him the remaining intact ice cream cone and picked up the wreckage of yours, throwing it into a trash bin nearby.
His eyes watched you and you could tell he was thinking deeply.
“How are you so calm and gentle all the time?”
That question took you off guard. Calm all the time? Definitely not.
“I’m not. I just try not to get worked up over small stuff.” You spoke cooly and allowed your hand to reach up, grasping his wrist which held the ice cream. You pulled it to your face so you could lick from it while maintaining eye contact with his freshly exposed eyes.
You didn’t miss the way his cheeks lightly blushed and his brow twitched in intrigue.
“The small stuff, hm?” He shrugged and used his free arm to wrap around you so you could both walk back to your blanket. “How are you so wise? I’m the older one.” He huffed in a joking manner as you both sat down.
“I don’t know if I can answer that.” Your smile widened as you leaned against his shoulder, licking more of his ice cream.
“You know what?” He took a lick of the ice cream, “I feel like this ice cream is missing something.”
His voice held a mischievous tone, the one he used when he was about to do something stupid and expensive.
Your eyes closed and your head hung low. “Warren, you didn’t.” You felt his chest puff up again, this time in pride, and he smirked.
“Yes I did.” He whistled and the band of musicians who were playing for tips walked over to begin serenading you. It was obvious now that the ‘playing for tips’ part was just their cover story so he could surprise you. “You’ve gotta at least watch! I spent $200 convincing these guys to play our song!”
Your eyes flickered back up at him. “Our song? Since when do we have a song?”
“Always on My Mind.” Warren shrugged and fought off an embarrassed blush. “You always hum it around the house so I just kind of figured..”
You gasped in excitement but it died when the musicians started playing heavy synth. “Warren, this isn’t Elvis.”
He looked at you in a confused manner. “Elvis? Babe, no. It’s Pet Shop Boys style. Way cooler.” He looked proud as you looked at the singer going all out and then back at your beloved angel.
You laughed softly and shrugged, decoding to give it a chance. “It’s catchy. Sooo not our song, but.. Pretty catchy.” You saw him pout.
“You don’t like it?”
“I love it. It’s something only you would do.” Your hand lifted and gently touched his chest in a loving manner. “Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t think our song was some heavy metal from one of your mixtapes.” You laughed a little but the blush on his cheeks made you laugh even harder. “This song wasn’t even your first choice, was it?” You were full out laughing when he started rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
It took him a few moment before he decided to join you. “Whatever, nerd. Just listen to the music.” He handed you the ice cream cone.
His arm pulled you back into his chest and you relished in the gleeful sound coming from the band; you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Note: Takes place after X-Men: Apocalypse, Warren has metal wings
Warren couldn’t help but pull away, he couldn’t help but close him self off from practically everyone in the mansion. Most people relayed his tendency to keep to himself to his personality, but it was truly due to his wings. Fashioned by Apocalypse himself, made up of feathers crafted from deadly sharp metal, they reminded him was the pain he’d inflicted on others and he hated it. He hated that while incredible, they could cause such torment.
He didn’t know what else to do but pull away, he knew most people felt fearful when they saw them, spread to full length comprised of dagger like feathers. He felt lost until he met you. Something about you drew you to him, your shy personality and quiet manners. The way you tucked back your hair when you were nervous, but mostly let it fall around your face. He loved watching you bite back a smile when you were excited about something, but most of all he loved your mutation.
You had the ability to grow plants on practically any surface by simply touching your finger tips to where ever you wanted them to sprout. Warren admired it, an ability so pure, that brings life, it was all he could ever want. You, like him, spent most of your time tucked away as well, but not for the same reasons. You were naturally shy and spent most of your time outside the mansion or in the greenhouse, and while you got along well with the other mutants, you were content with alone time too.
You were working in the greenhouse, caring for the plants, when Warren approached you, out of character for him, but you were more than happy to talk with him if that was what he needed.
“Um, hi there.” He had ducked through the short opening into the house, hands tucked in pockets, a nervous look painted on his face.
“Hi.” You pulled a loose piece of hair behind your ears and dropped your gaze to the floor.
“Need any help.” He added after a moment of silence. You looked around the greenhouse, it was small, barely enough room for one person, let alone Warren and his wings, but you’d seen the way he shut out every person he talked to, and if you were the one to open him back up, you had to try. You didn’t believe he was a bad person, his past didn’t define who he was, just who he had been.
“I could always use an extra hand.” You smiled. His shoulders seemed to ease a little, a small bit of tension escaping his rigid form, he even managed a smile of appreciation. “What can I do?” He said eagerly stepping forward, but his slightly outstretched wing collided with a watering can resting on the battered wooden shelf next to him. The metal can hit with the floor creating a crashing sound that caused you to jump a little. “Sorry. Sorry.” Warren muttered, pulling his wings flush against his body and quickly bending to pick up the can and return it to it’s original position. You were about to tell him it wasn’t a big deal when he spoke again. “I should just go.” He turned to leave and you felt sadness creep into your thoughts. You wished you could tell him no one blamed him for the choices he made. The mansion was a place for second chances.
“Warren wait.” You finally found the courage to speak up when he was halfway out the door. He turned his head slowly to meet your gaze. You could barely hold the eye contact, but willed yourself to be brave. “Maybe we could just talk a while.” You gave him a hopeful smile. He studied you for a moment before agreeing without a word. He walked back into the greenhouse as you took a seat on the floor, criss crossed, trying to relax. You weren’t normally one to initiate conversation, but if you didn’t tell Warren he had the right to forgive himself, who would? Warren took a seat across from you. Leaning his back against the wall of the shed, his knees bent, gaze trained on the damp floor. You both sat in silence for a while, not finding the words yet, but enjoying the company.
“Thanks.” Warren finally muttered.
“For what?” You tilted your head towards him, tapping your fingers nervously on the floor at your sides, unaware you were causing tiny sprouts to rise up between the cracks on the pavement.
“For,” he lifted his eyes to meet yours, “for not getting that look that everyone gets when they see my wings, a look that judges me for who I was.” He let out a deep breath like he’d been waiting to make that statement for a long time.
“There’s nothing wrong with your wings.” You shook your head in disbelief at him, “and there’s nothing wrong with coming from a dark place, we’ve all messed up, no one here is perfect.”
“Nothing wrong,” he laughed a little, tilting his head back against the wall, eyes angled towards the ceiling, “look at them, they are made up of blades.” You watched him for a moment before scooting closer to him until you were only inches away.
“That’s not all they are Warren.” You smiled at him, “anything is what you make it.” You reached out your hand to touch the smooth metal, but he instantly drew them away from you. You shot him a look, urging him to relax. He finally allowed your fingers to press against the cool material, and you tapped your hand along the edges of the feathers. A small trail of flowers sprouted where your fingers last touched, their stems intertwining with the layers of steel. You smiled as you watched Warrens face brighten at the sight of the flowers blooming on his wings. A smile ghosted his lips. “See,” you finally said, drawing your hand back, admiring your own work, “beautiful.” You looked back at him. His eyes seemed to shine a bit brighter as if maybe he truly believed your words.
Summary: Warren wants his jacket back REALLY BAD, and the reader is Peter’s best friend.
Warnings: A lil bit of swearing (not a lot just damn)
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“BABEEEEE!” Warren hollered, chasing you across the schoolyard. “Give me back my damn jacket!” You smirked and ran faster, see you managed to sneak his jacket when he was asleep and when he asked you if you saw it you were sitting on the grass with music playing. “Hey babe.” You greeted with a cheeky smile while pulling blades of grass from the ground.
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That leaves us to now, you frantically running around the schoolyard while Warren chases you. Getting more impatient by the second, he would’ve let you have his jacket if you asked, but since you literally broke into his room and stole it just to annoy him there was no way in hell that he was gonna let you wear it.
“Thats it!” He yells and you hear flapping from behind you, “AAAAAAHHHH SHIT!” You exclaim as his shadow hovers over you. “UBER!” There was a flash by you and you turn to see Peter. You guess he had been watching and knew you would need assistance from your best friend. You quickly jump onto his back and he starts running, half a second later and you’re on top of the roof of the school and mentally face palm.
“Nice job Uber! You realize he has wings right?!” From the honestly terrified look on his face and the shadow above you you guess he just realized that as well.
You let out a loud scream as you are scooped up bridal style and carried high up into the sky. You grab onto Warren for dear life as he takes you up even higher, the school looks like a blob at this point and you close your eyes tight.
“You ready to give me back that jacket now princess?” He asks, you could practically feel the smirk radiating off him and it pissed you off.
“1. We’re like a thousand meters in the sky so how defuq and 2. Never!” You yell with your eyes still shut.
“Fine, suit yourself.” He says, letting go of you sending you plummeting to the ground screaming your lungs out.
You feel Warren scoop you back up again and let out a heaving sigh, shivering from the fright.
“You never thought id actually let you fall did you?” He asks, you look up at him seeing a wide smirk across his face. You say nothing but bury your face in his neck and wrap your arms and legs around him so youre hugging him koala style. He wraps his arms around your waist and keeps both of you up in the air.
“You can wear my jacket.” He mumbles into your hair and you look at him, a dead expression on your face.
“Are you kidding me?” “Nope” “I hate you so much right now” “Eh you’ll get over it, I’m pretty damn great.” He smirks. You chuckle and peck him on the lips. “ Yeah, you are, even though you piss me off pretty much 24/7 you’re pretty great.” “What if I dropped you again?” He asks mischievously. “Dont even think about it.”
“Hey. (Y/N), what –” Peter was cut off as a large white wing flew in front of his face, hiding him from view. Warren smirked slightly, hearing the speedster huff in annoyance, narrowly missing a mouth full of feathers.
“Hi, Babe, I lost my number, can I have yours?” Warren stated with a wink. Peter zipped around his wing, pushing his goggles up onto his hairline.
“No, but you can have mine! It’s 555- go fuck yourself!” And with that, the two started arguing…unaware that you had been lead away by Sean, to go and get some Chinese food…
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.”
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