sing me to sleep [warren worthington iii]

@phoenixejean @fandomiteen @uhpeter @shayara

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.”


“Hang on, I, I know that word. Wait, did you just call me a dickbag in french?”


“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.

anonymous asked:

52 + alex summers

Alex + “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”



Ever since you were really young, you’d been taught the tale of the soulmates. It had always been your favorite one.

The human kind had once been stars, their brightness filling the universe and bathing their existence in pure light. Those were pleasant times, where lovers were fused together and never without one another. Everything seemed perfect.

And then, it wasn’t.

A curse had fallen upon lovers - tearing them apart and separating their atoms into two living beings. They were still two parts of the same person, but they now had to find each other again.

“One day,” your mother used to whisper, lying by your side and caressing your hair. “You’re going to find your soulmate and everything will make sense to you.” To which you would always reply, both of you murmuring into the night. “How will I know, mama? How will I know that I’ve found my soulmate?” The innocence in your tone always made her smile, her hand reaching for yours and holding it tightly.

“You’ll feel it, that you both are meant to be together. Your atoms may be separated from theirs, but they’ll attract each other once again.” she’d tell you, kissing your forehead good night before the two of you fell asleep.


Adulthood rolled in, and your lover was nowhere in sight.

For a long time, you thought it was all just a tale. Simply a fantasy.

But then, you met Alex Summers.

As soon as your eyes met his, you knew.

It was him.

It had to be him.

And he felt the same, as he ran towards you with arms wide open, trapping you in his embrace and breathing in your scent.

“You’re here. You’re real.” you whispered, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. Laughing shakily, he nodded, cupping your face and looking deep into your eyes.

“I’ve been in love with you my entire life.” he told you, voice raspy with emotion. His words caused butterflies to fill your belly, and as you held him close on that day, you thanked your mother for everything.

Because you finally were whole again.

Christmas with Warren Worthington III Headcanons

Originally posted by fiddlesticksimagines

• Snow angels! (sorry, had to)
• Him spoiling you when you go Christmas shopping, just because he thinks you’re the most deserving person
• Honestly he’d give you the world if he could
• Warren cooking the dinner on Christmas day wearing nothing but an apron and a santa hat
• Not that you were complaining, really
• Jubilee and the others convincing you to play some games after dinner
• Unfortunately for them they didn’t know that Warren had a competitive streak
• You and Warren probably being incredibly drunk by the end of the day
• Which was why you ended up outside in the cold watching the Christmas lights from the rooftop
• That was when Warren wrapped his wings around you to keep you warm, pressing a kiss to your temple before resting his head on your shoulder, saying “Merry Christmas, baby. I hope I get to spend every Christmas with you for the rest of my life.”

In The Courtyard

REQUEST: sleep cute (from the tv tropes prompts) + charles xavier hhhh (prompt list can be found here)
PAIRINGS: Charles Xavier x Reader
LENGTH: 334 Words

Sleep Cute: “They’re fully clothed, probably in a public place in broad daylight, one’s head pillowed on the other’s shoulder, chest, or possibly lap. They were just very tired, or sitting through something that was really, really boring. Perhaps their group was attacked or some magic backfired, and they were knocked unconscious and landed in just the right position.” – TV Tropes

You walked next to Charles as you made your way through the mansion. It was a normal day, nothing crazy was happening, which was a rarity at Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. 

You always enjoyed these walks with Charles. Sometimes they were silent, sometimes you and him had a heated conversation, and sometimes you just sent thoughts to each other. It was a time when you two could almost be young mutants again. Charles had recruited you at the beginning of the X-Men and, thankfully, had stayed friends since then. 

Eventually you and Charles ended up in the courtyard. It was the beginning of Spring and it was beautiful outside. Slowly making your way through the yard you turned to Charles.

“Do you ever get tired?”

Charles stopped and looked at you.

“What do you mean?”

“Well.” you said, sitting on a bench. “You work so hard and I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen you sleep since before Shaw. Even then I doubt you slept since you were working on that thesis.” 

Charles looked at you, a smile gracing his face.

“Of course I get tired. There are moments where everything stops and I almost fall asleep.” he said with a chuckle. “Such as now. The weather is nice, I’m sitting next to someone I care about. No one has blown up the mansion.”

You felt your cheeks heat up when he mentioned you. Sure you had been friends with Charles for a while, but only recently had Raven pointed out the fact that you were head over heels for Charles. 

Before you realized it, your hand hand crept over to his, placing it softly on top. 

Your eyes snapped open thanks to a bright flash of light dancing over your eyelids. A second later you watched as several students ran away from you. It took you a second to register what had happened, but apparently you and Charles had fallen asleep in the courtyard. There was photo evidence to prove this. 

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“I don’t know what’s really anymore” you sobbed. Peter immediately pulled you close so your so your head was resting against his chest.

“I’m real” Peter assured “I’ll be with you all the way. I promise”.

You continued to cry but a sad grin still managed to form across your face. With Peter here it may not be as painful.

“Grrr, I’m Logan. Snikt snikt. Get me a beer, Bub. I’m the best there is. Grrr!”
Jean does a pretty good Logan impression, don’t you think? 😆
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My Characters Characterised

One day, I decided to find the best MBTI personality that would fit with each of my characters on @theconvergenceroleplay. And here is what I finally settled on for each! (sharing this with all just because.. why not?)

Sam Winchester - ISTJ

“The Logician”
The ISTJs’ defining characteristics of integrity; practical logic and tireless dedication to duty make ISTJs a vital core to many families, as well as organizations that uphold traditions, rules and standards, such as law offices, regulatory bodies, and military. People with the ISTJ personality type always take responsibility for their actions, and take pride in the work they do. ISTJs hold back none of their time and energy and prefer to analyze their surroundings, check their facts, and arrive at practical courses of action. ISTJ will relay the facts necessary to achieve their goal, expecting others to grasp the situation immediately and take action.

Harrison Wells - INTJ

“The Architect”
It’s lonely at the top, and being one of the rarest and most strategically capable personality types, INTJs know this all too well. INTJs form just two percent of the population. It is often a challenge for them to find like-minded individuals who are able to keep up with their relentless intellectualism and chess-like maneuvering. People with the INTJ personality type are imaginative yet decisive, ambitious yet private, amazingly curious, but they do not squander their energy. They have a natural thrist for knowledge and radiate self-confidence and an aura of mystery. Their insightful observations, original ideas, and formidable logic enable them to push change through with sheer willpower and force of personality.

Chase Maelstrom (X-Men, OC)- ENTJ

“The Commander”
ENTJs are natural-born leaders. People with this personality type embody the gifts of charisma and confidence, and project authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. But unlike their Feeling (F) counterpart, ENTJs are characterized by an often ruthless level of rationality, using their drive, determination, and sharp minds to achieve whatever end they’ve set for themselves. Perhaps it is best that they make up only three percent of the population, lest they overwhelm the more timid and sensitive personality types that make up much of the rest of the world.

Scott Summers - ISFJ

“The Defender”
The ISFJ personality type is quite unique, as many of their qualities defy the definition of their individual traits. Though possessing the Feeling (F) trait, ISFJs have excellent analytical abilities; though Introverted (I), they have well-developed people skills and robust social relationships; and though they are a Judging (J) type, ISFJs are often receptive to change and new ideas. Combining the best of tradition and the desire to do good, ISFJs are found in lines of work with a sense of purpose/history behind them. The ISFJ personality type are more than the sum of their parts, and it is the way they use these strengths that defines who they are.

Luke Skywalker - INFP

“The Mediator”
INFP personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good even in the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, INFPs have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine. Being a part of the Diplomat personality group, INFPs are guided by their principles, rather than by logic, excitement, or practicality. When deciding how to move forward, they will look to honor, beauty, morality and virtue – INFPs are led by the purity of their intent, not rewards and punishments. People who have the INFP personality type are proud of this quality but not everyone understands the drive behind these feelings, and it can lead to isolation.

Molly Weasley II - ESTJ

“The Executive”
ESTJs are representatives of order and use their understanding of what is right, wrong, and socially acceptable to bring families and communities together through higher positions. They embrace values of honesty, dedication and dignity, and people with the this personality type are valued for their clear advice and guidance. Happily, they will lead the way on difficult paths. They are strong believers in authority and try to exert themselves to fly above, becoming the person of authority in any situation.

           —Seeing you on TV changed my life. 

                          Mine too…I mean, I still live in my mom’s basement,
                          but pfft. Everything else is, uh.. well, it’s pretty much
                          the  same.               —–                       I’m a total loser. ❜

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I was going to wait until I had these all done, but I have to add Shadowcat and Beast to the line-up, so I’m doing them in batches of four instead! 

Nightcrawler, Wolverine, Jean Grey, and Cyclops as they appear in X-Men: Evolution (2000-2003). One of my fav shows as a kid and it holds up so well!! 

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