*hardy

So fun story, I’ve loved Leonardo DiCaprio my whole life and the day after the Oscars I was rushed into an emergency appendectomy and wow

I woke up hours after the surgery groggily and thirsty. I asked the Nurse how it went and she giggled and was like, “I’m so glad you’re awake Ms. DiCaprio.” And I was like lmao wtf that’s not my name

Turns out I woke up towards the end of my surgery, while they were still performing the operation, and started quietly weeping and whispering about how my husband Leo won an Oscar last night and I was so proud of him and he deserved it and um wow. The nurse said they shushed me and lulled me back to sleep but I was crying about Leonardo winning his Oscar for a good 5 minutes before I was out again

This honestly says so much about me as a person why am I like this

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Round 1! Fight!

Scaredy Bird

Parings: Warren Worthington iii x Reader
Notes: “big bad (even though he’s really just a cuddly teddybirb) Warren Birb actually being terrified of scary movies and cuddling up to his s/o then wanting them to sleep with him, totally not to protect him from monsters or anything, he’s a tough bird, he’s not terrified of that sound nor is he clinging to reader like the anti-Christ is outside his window”
Warnings: None, just fluff
Word Count: 458

Originally posted by v-writings

"Are you sure that you’re okay, baby?”

No joke, you were pretty sure that this boy had asked this at least five times in the last ten minutes. Despite Warrens bad boy, ‘look at me the wrong way and I’ll kill you’ exterior, he was actually such a big teddy bear. Also, though he may seem fearless with those piercing eyes and his tough body-language, he got scared quiet easily, though he didn’t show his fright very often. But tonight was definitely one of those nights.

“You’re the one who wanted me to sleep in here, Warren,” You sighed as you climbed on to his mattress, pulling the covers out from under you and sitting on the cool sheets. “not the other way around.”

Warrens wings bristled behind him as he crossed his arms over his bare chest, a playful glare set on his face as he walked over to turn the light off. It was pitch black within a few seconds, and you snuggled deeper into the bed as you closed your eyes. Though when a heavy weight suddenly fell on top of you, your eyes snapped open and you sat up as strong arms wrapped around your waist.

“Do you want the lights on, Warren?” You questioned with another sigh, turning your body to face your boyfriend, only to be brought close to him. “No, I’m not scared, you are.” Warren denied as he held you close to his chest, his wings cocooning you in a veil of warmth as he buried his face into your neck.

“You sure? I can always turn the lamp on.”

“Leave it off,” Warren mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck as you wrapped your arms around him. “I’ll be perfectly fine, I just wanna make sure that you're—”

A scratch against the window suddenly cut him off, and you noticed at once all of the muscles in his body tense in fright. The grip that he had on you tightened significantly, making you choke out a small gasp and repeatedly slap his bicep, making his grip loosen just a bit. The feathers on his wings ruffled against your exposed neck, the feeling making you shiver as you turned to your scared boyfriend with a glare, and he grinned at you apologetically.

“Let go of me.”

“No.”

“I can’t breath.”

“I don't—”

“Warren Kenneth Worthington!” You threw your arms, with much difficulty, into the air as you tired to shimmy your way out of Warrens arms. Eventually your feet hit the wooden floorboards, and you dashes towards the nearest lap, turning it on immediately. The dim light shone throughout the room, making the glare on your face deepen with the shadows.

“Not scared my ass.”