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
"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.”
“I can’t breath.”
“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.
You and Peter have been best friends ever since that mess in ‘73. Now that he sticks around the mansion, you hung out a lot more. One day you and the team were assigned a mission that was a bit challenging, but nothing you guys couldn’t handle.
You sat across from Peter on the jet and made faces at each other the whole time. Then you arrived.
You ran–or more like levitated–ahead because nobody could hear you come up from behind. You slowly snuck up behind 3 guards and quickly took them out and signaled your teammates that it was clear. Peter sped over to you and said:
“There’s no time for that!” Jean cut in. Peter and you looked back at Jean with two identical offended expressions.
“There is always time for a high-five.” you and Peter told Jean in unison.
You both pulled back your arms and went in for a high-five.
You both yelled.
“I told you guys not to do it.” Jean said with a smirk.
“It couldn’t’ve hurt that bad.” Scott said. Ororo glared at him. She knew what would happen next.
“Oh, I guess it didn’t hurt that bad.” you said sarcastically as you and Peter walked up to Scott. Peter grabbed his hand and forced it to yours.
“HOLY CRAP Y/N HOW DO YOUR HIGH-FIVES HURT THAT BAD?!” Scott yelled.
“Uhm, ve really shouldn’t be yelling in here.” Kurt interrupted.
“You can say that again.” Ororo whispered to herself.
Everyone was arguing in the middle of the hallway at this point until a guard caught you all.
“HEY!” They shouted.
“Look what you guys did. You got us caught.” Peter announced.
“You started it.” Scott said.
“Shut upand get rid of these guys! This was supposed to be a covert mission!” you said as you tossed fireballs at your opponents. Peter sped around and knocked a few unconscious, Kurt teleported behind one and threw him against a wall. The rest was a bit of a blur.
“Let’s just get what we came for and go already.” Ororo announced as she walked out the door.
“My hand still hurts.” Scott mumbled.
“No it doesn’t.” Peter replied.
“It’s a good thing we have responsible people on this team.” you remarked.
“Too bad you’re not one of them.” Scott said under his breath.
“That’s it!” you shouted as you ran up to him. Peter held you back and after a few seconds of struggling you finally gave up. “This isn’t over.” you narrowed your eyes. “I will high-five you again.” Scott looked terrified. This mission might be more fun than you thought it would be.
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