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.
“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.”