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MJ wasn’t sure if it was the two shots of tequila in her veins or the FRUSTRATION from a long week at work being lambasted by the legal department almost daily for her methods, but right now? The idea of going home with Warren Worthington III sounded EXACTLY like the kind of trouble she wanted to get in. Lifting an eyebrow with a grin to match his own, MJ answered his question by leaning in and pressing her lips to his.

slender  digits  work  to  reclaim  hold  of  the  key,  warren  presses  a  button  that  automatically  starts  the  car         all  the  while  feeling  warm  lips  press  against  his  own.   there’s  a  small  humble  laughter  that  has  yet  again  met  the  ego  to  his  flames.  “ despite  what  you  may  of  heard,  i’d  rather  treat  you  to  dinner  first.  mmkay? ”  blue  hues  look  at  her  red  hair  closely  before  making  eye  contact  with  mj  once  more.    “  come  on,  i  have  a  chef  that’s  already  prepping  dinner  at  my  place.  unless  you  have  other  plans.  ”   his  smile  fades  to  teeth  sinking  into  his  own  bottom  lip       fighting  every  urge  not  to  cave  into  desire.  his  height  lowers  slightly,  forehead  touching  her  own  before  reciprocating  an  indulgent  kiss.

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redhead-reporter​:

“Don’t let the New York City girl thing fool you - I’m an EXCELLENT driver.” MJ grinned, her fingers starting to curl around the keys. But, to her surprise (and not total disappointment), she found them wrapping around Warren’s fingers as well. Raising an eyebrow, MJ subtly wet her lips and tilted her head. “… Holding HANDS now, Warren? Awfully soft of you.”

not  a  single  word  spoken,    but  his  hand  moving  her  own  to  make  contact  with  his  lips.  gaze  steady,  he  only  looks  down  to  view  said  perfection  in  its  own  right.    “  but  did  it  work? ”     slight  devilish  grin,   warren  knows  exactly  what  he  does  &  when  he  does  it.

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reignthem​:

“    i  think  you’d  have  to  take  that  up  with  ms.  luthor,    ”      sam’s  response  slides  with  a  skepticism  that  hits  the  bridge  of  her  nose  from  her  sideways  glance.    “    i  doubt  it’s  up  for  sale    &    we  have  several  sizable  acquisitions  of  our  own  that  are  in  the  works.    ”  

this  is  the  kind  of  interaction  that  bristles  her  teeth  together,  brittling  her  smile.  but  she  keeps  it  up  for  the  appearances.    

her  fingertips  close  around  the  offered  stem,  prim,  business-like.      “    it’s  not  so  much  what  i  need,  mr.  worthington,    ”    she  says  without  taking  a  sip.    “    this  is  philanthropy.    ”    her  brow  arcs.    “    so  maybe  it’s  more  about  what  you  need.    ”  

“  i  was  kidding,  anyways.  i  don’t  have  enough  time  in  my  day  to  add  another  problem  to  it            so. ”    warren  could  feel  the  level  of  tension  ;  the  same  reactions  from  every  other  person  that  walks  within  his  line  of  orbit.    &   to  be  fair,     he  understood  that  his  personality  is  extremely  abrasive         heartless  to  most,  but  he  was  raised  with  a  heart  of  steel,  never  to  remain  soft.    

in  all  honesty,  he  didnt  even  fully  understand  what  he  needs  in  this  life  ;  having  already  set  his  career  and  stable  in  all  aspects,  warren  floats  around  life.     “  i  ditched  the  x-men  so          here  we  are.  finding  the  next  best  step  in  my  life.”

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multigwenverse​:

she let her hand relax in his, arching a brow and looking over at him as he spoke. she had a feeling there might be more to it than just being a secret spot - but there was no reason to go into that. times to relax were fairly rare, so few and far between it was strange to sit back and just enjoy the moment. curious though she may be, gwen didn’t plan on prying too deeply into his business. not without another drink or two.

“the older you get~” she teasingly repeated, giving a small, bright bout of laughter. “okay, okay. didn’t realise i was going to have to persuade you that you’re not geriatric. not yet.” she kept her hand in his, playful grin on her features - and she gave a soft squeeze of his hand before relaxing. “honestly? there are a lot of days that i gladly would prefer to be inside and relaxing.” 

a soft hum, her eyes flickering over him curiously and with amusement. her and her father were used to money management, and what came from that was a desire not to discuss FINANCIALS - it was just sort of deemed rude…? but to each their own. she wasn’t one requiring grand gestures or flashes of wealth. but when you had the money… it probably was nice to use it for something different now and then. for now, gwen gave him a more relaxed grin in response. “you’re raising my hopes and expectations here~ i’ll be a happy taste tester.” a pause, then unable to resist, “i’ll let you know if it’s money well spent.”

she paused to sip her drink, it was odd to be able to relax in such a way. dating seemed like… such a LOW priority. almost unnecessary. but she reminded herself how fun a good date could be. it didn’t matter how this went. it was different, fun, and better to enjoy the now. and satisfy her curiosity.

“okay, i have been D Y I N G to know…” a pause, “…favourite music genre.” a pause, then an amused grin (well, cheeky smirk maybe, there were so many other things she could ask or go into). “seriously. i have my standards and before i get invested in our conversation i need to know the make or break personal details~” not that there was a wrong answer, it just tended to be a question she asked everyone. didn’t people like to talk about what they were comfortable with?

the  self  proclaimed  billionaire  reaches  forth  a  champagne  flute  to  raise  the  glass,  light  shining  through  clear  bubbling  liquid.   “  oh  now  thats  too  personal              ”   the  man  laughs,  signaling  that  the  question  itself  was  of  no  big  deal,  its  just..  no  one  ever  cared  to  get  to  know  warren  if  it  weren’t  for  the  financial  benefits.   “  alright,  you  have  my  attention.     i’ll  have  you  know  that  the  rumors  are  true,  i  do  listen  to  a  lot  of  rap,  but ..  also  indie  music. ”

music  that  got  his  blood  pumping  during  all  of  the  workouts  during  the  week.  all  of  the  facts  checked  out    ;    the  token  jock  that  looked  unbelievably  handsome,  came  from  wealth  and  often  thinking  of  ways  to  sin  on  the  daily.  given  the  chance  to  open  up,  warren  was  actually  quite  a  perfectionist  and  extremely  protective.     “  you  know  that  money  don’t  jiggle  jiggle  song?  that’s  a  meme  but  completely  relatable.  it’s  honestly  my  ringtone. ”  

the  way  his  face  lights  up  with  just  the  right  amount  of  blushed  pigment  makes  apollo  look  like  a  lesser  compared  to  warren.  these  good  looks  almost  always  got  him  into  a  lot  of  trouble.  he  had  asked  gwen  here  because  he  was  genuinely  interested  in  her  success.  aspiration  is  the  one  trait  that  attracts  him  like  honey.  in  his  mind,  confidence  is  great  power  -  and  she  had  plenty  of  it.   “ now  tell  me         i’ve  noticed  you  have  some  work  in  oscorp? ”   he  reeled  to  find  where  her  strengths  lie  ;  hoping  to  catch  its  and  pieces  to  persuade  a  great  mind  like  hers  to  relocate  to  his  own       worthington  enterprises. 

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             “     yeah     …     ”     voice     trails     off,     bright     gaze     considering     the     other.     for     someone     who     responded     with     one     word,     there     was     certainly     a     pleasant     tone     to     his     voice.     “     it’s     not     the     only     thing     that’s     …     hot.     ”

“   oh?   go  on. ”     the  multi   billionaire   unlocks  his  phone,  casually  scrolling  through  various  apps  whilst  peeking  over  the  device  with  bright  blue  eyes.   “  is  it  something  local  ?  because  i’ve  been  craving  some  quality  spicy  food. ”

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“  come  on,  let’s  go  out  and  do  something. ”    before  the  blond  puts  on  a  designer  styled  jacket,  he  flashes  a  wink  to  aisling.   @soulstcne​​

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redhead-reporter​:

If there was one thing that got MJ’s blood boiling (above AND below the belt), it was being CHALLENGED. And Warren? Was definitely a challenge. He was a lot of other things too, but it was harder to bring those to the front of her mind just now. MJ cocked her head to the side, unabashedly giving him a slow glance up and down before holding out her hand for the KEYS he’d so obviously jingled to entice her further. Not that she’d ever admit that had WORKED. “Fine. But I drive.”

“  just  this  once.  i’m  trusting  you  here  -  not  that  i  couldn’t  just  buy  a  new  car  if  this  gets  damaged...  ”     it’s  amongst  a  few  things  that  warren  takes  great  pride  in          material  possessions.   the  hand  that  held  fast  to  the  key  now  locks  with  her  own   ;  only  to  not  let  go  just  yet.

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multigwenverse​:

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gwen didn’t care quite as much for the whole secret identity thing as some of the other spiders. it was still important, and her hood and mask were part of what made her ghost spider. but it still felt good when the mask pulled away and she took in a breath of fresh air. hood still up, she tilted her head back a little and just tried to RELAX. of course… true relaxation was unlikely to come anytime soon. after all, she wasn’t alone.

her eyes flickered off to the side, trying to glimpse him. a playful, almost cheeky, smile grew on her features. well, they had won - saved the day! still alive! (not that the altercation had been anything world ending) - and she was still high on whatever adrenaline was left in her system.

“so tell me more, you said this was a good place to stop and…” and he was right. from this building top the city down below looked perfect. it was a beautiful skyline. when she mentioned relaxing after a fight this was exactly the sort of thing she had in mind. and though she tended to like being alone right about now… he maybe did intrigue her. a little. “is this where you take all the guys and dolls to after a winning fight, or did i strike lucky?” partly joking, mostly curious.

“i wouldn’t mind another team-up sometime~ if you were to take me to more hotspots. show me around.” definitely a tease, a joke. a look over at him. “I mean, what more could i ask for than this view~”

she  was  nervous.  despite  being  a  classified  asshole  when  it  came  to  topics  of  feelings,  warren  did  an  exceptionally  good  job  and  feeling  out  vibes.   he  had  someone  to  thank  for  that,  someone  of  his  past.  but  he  was  here  on  a  date,  set  up  by  one  of  his  assistants  of  x-corp.  according  to  those  that  he  worked  with,  warrens  attitude  has  been  deteriorating  in  the  sense  of  self  loathing   ;  he  needed  a  break  from  the  business  talks  and  what  a  better  way  than  to  push  the  man  back  into  the  dating  scene.

warren  leans  in,  pushing  his  drink  aside  to  gran  the  young  woman’s  hand,  hoping  to  create  some  sense  of  awareness  that  she  is  safe  and  it’s  okay  to  feel  nervous.   “  actually,  this  place  is  my  secret  place  to  go  to  unwind.  as  you  can  see,  there’s  no  one  around. ”      

money  made  this  business  go  above  and  beyond  to  meet  thee  angel’s  standards  ;  even  if  that  meant  cutting  off  customers  from  entering  the  venue  until  he’s  done.    “ teaming  up  is  really  draining.     the  older  i  get         the  more  i  wanna  stay  home  and  relax. ”    he   sounds  lame,  and  almost  regrets  saying  a  rather  unattractive  thought  jumping  from  his  mind.

“  the  food  is  insanely  good.  i  swear  i  didn’t  enforce  the  menu  or  anything...  ”   there’s  a  small  cringe  to  his  grin,  trying  his  best  to  hide  his  monies  influence.

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“  huh?  my  honest  opinion  about  bobby?  for  a  cryo  mutant  he’s  actually  hot. ”    warren  was  so  caught  up  in  the  gossip  with  another  student,  that  he  didn’t  even  think  twice  to  look  and  see  who  was  near  by.   sensitive  feathers  felt  a  lingering  frost,  prompting  the  blond  to  turn  his  gaze  at  the  very  person  he  spoke  about.   “  shit.  you  heard  me  didn’t  you ? ”    /    sc.   @drunivers​

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hit  the  heart  for  a  short  starter  from  warren.

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ceremonially​:

the  hint  of  a  smile  finds  a  surprising  home  on  illyana’s  beleaguered  features,    she  was  exhausted  down  to  her  bones,    but  it  was  nice  to  see  a  friendly  face.    ❝  everyone,    everywhere,    is  boring.  ❞    there’s  a  sparkle  to  her  eyes  that  speaks  of  certain  unspoken  exceptions  as  she  answers,    grabbing  a  seat  and  ducking  around  the  extension  of  warren’s  left  wing..  ❝  you  know  what  we  need?  —  shots.  ❞

“  i  already  raided  the  professor’s  locked  cabinet. ”    lowering  the  wing,  his  body  slides  to  the  side  to  remove  a  from  beneath  his  seat.  out  of  all  of  the  students  left  in  this  place,  these  two  were  without  a  doubt  scarily  intolerant  to  alcohol.     “  pick  your  poison              i’m  sure  i’ll  be  expelled  tomorrow. ”   queing  more  dramatic  words,  lips  meet  yet  another  newly  opened  bottle.  

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Ben Hardy’s appearance in 6 Underground as Four: 7/x (not in order)

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ceremonially​:

there  was  little  in  life  as  exhilarating  as  a  wager  and  the  sweet  caress  of  chance.    what  warren  offered  wasn’t  so  much  a  bet,    as  gambit  knew  many  tricks  the  other  hadn’t  seen,    but  an  even  more  interesting  and  amusing  proposition  had  presented  itself.    ❝  surly  dis  ol’  t'ief  could  sha’  ya  a  t'ing  or  two,  ❞    a  card  appears  in  hand,    tumbling  over  his  fingers  in  a  motion  as  natural  as  breathing.    money  was  one  of  his  favorite  things,    but  warren  wasn’t  the  only  one  nearly  bored  to  the  grave  in  the  old  manor  and  there  was  fun  to  be  had.    ❝  too  aisé  ami,    how  'bout  sweet'n  da  pot  wit’  a  kiss?  ❞

warren  had  a  look  of  complete  amusement  ;  a  small  grin  and  biting  his  lip  were  amongst  two  expressions  that  made  the  blond  all  the  more  attractive.   “  oh  that’s  rich.  you  want  a  piece  of  me  too?  who  am  i  to  say  no         ”     wings  make  an  appearance,  glorious  and  holy  without  a  halo,  warren  leans  in  whilst  seated.  in  this  instance,  he  stayed  in  place          refusing  to  move  but  staring  at  remy  with  an  insatiable  feeling.   many  rumours  were  true  about  the  nation’s  richest  heir,  where  he  may  not  kiss  and  tell,  these  lips  were  undeniably  famous.  

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frstwomn​:

“I’m so tired.” 

OPEN STARTER

“  have  you  tried... i  don’t  know          taking  a  break ? ”

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“  hey  remy,  i’ll  give  you  a  hundred  thou’  if  you  can  show  me  a  crazy  magic  trick  i’ve  never  seen. ”     warren  sits  in  one  of  many  old  chairs  at   xaviers,  leg  crossed         he  pulls  out  a  custom  made  checkbook.   to  put  it  simply,  boredom  cursed  the  blond  terribly         and  had  more  money  than  he  knew  what  to  do  with.   “ no  cheap  shit. ”    /  sc.  @ceremonially​

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“  illyana  !           drink  with  me.  everyone  here  is  boring. ”    warren  shouts  at  a  familiar  face,  another  x-men.    he’s  already  shirtless  ;  seen  tossing  an  empty  bottle  aside  before  releasing  large  white  wings  from  behind.   the  proclaimed  hothead  awaits  her  entertainment.    /    sc.   @ceremonially​