he’s such a little shit most of the time it’s ridiculous
he thinks it’s hilarious when he tries to stick his fingers into the sockets of ur house
“bucKY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING”
“this is a… shocking sight, is it not?”
so many dad jokes
s o m a n y d a d J o k e s
“what did the buffalo say to his son as he left for college?”
“bison”
he proceeds to bust a nut laughing
he cooks a lot
has his own apron but will often use yours
when he’s stressed he tends to make a mess and then clean it up
he loves inviting his friends over for parties
ofc everyone thinks they’d pull his leg for cooking so much but they’re actually super supportive
he’s totally made friends with all the old ladies in the neighborhood and probably likes discussing old TV shows with them
“not to be rude or anything, maurice but Lucielle Ball is more beautiful than ur husband.”
“amen sister”
it’s bucky saying the both of that btw
he likes feeding the birds that visit his windowsill and often hums to them while giving them food
total opposite for his plants tho bc he literally is cursing like an army brat saying things like “fuckin’ clingy pieces of shit. when u gonna get ur own crap together huh” while tenderly watering them and caressing them
he owns succulents for anyone wondering
when he gets free time from his missions and stuff he’s generally clinging to you when u get back from work
lots of soft head massages
rlly positive sticky notes around the house
“you’re my ray of sunshine ☀”
“i hope your day makes you as happy as you make me”
bucky ties his hair into a bun and uses hair bands many times
he takes a keen interest in finding ways to arrange furniture
one day when ur so tired that you come home and just walk straight to your bedroom to fall on your bed only to realise that it’s somehow disappeared
he catches you midway and is half giggling half apologizing when you glare at him
domestic bucky loves cuddling and nicknames
he loves cheek kisses more than anything and when things are a little more intimate, he favours lingering forehead kisses
he talks about his day and your day over dinner and casually mentions that he’d love a daughter or a son
but he’s in no hurry because he loves you and the way things are at the moment
did I mention that he probably loves doing mundane things like washing dishes and doing laundry
makes him feel normal
sometimes when he’s lonely he skype calls shuri and listens while she roasts him for five minutes straight about how he’s beginning to look like rapunzel
he defo sends u a bunch of flowers with dumbass notes attached like
“im proud to be yorchid”
domestic bucky occasionally has self care days where he takes himself out and gets himself something nice and sends u pictures and it’s so pure
he loves kids and he loves holding babies
he loves u
he loves his birds and his plants and sam’s face when Bucky whispers “Cannibal” when he’s eating a turkey sandwich
Thanks so much for sending in a request! Also, that song has a special spot in my heart, thank you for sending it to me.
Warning: contains mentioned nudity (No smut, though. They just take a bath.)
“Doll?” your boyfriend called, a certain softness in his voice.
“Yes, Buck?”
“Will you join me?” he asks, motioning to the bath you drew up for him still fizzing from the salts you added. You had been pampering him all morning since you noticed his skin was getting pocky and his hair was splitting. He looked at you, smiling softly.
You nodded to him, returning the grin and walking closer to him. You helped him untie his robe and shrug it off before he aided you in undressing. You sunk into the water first, letting him settle in between your legs with his back resting on your chest.
He sighed blissfully, relaxing into your body as the warm water soothed his muscles. You reach up to his soft hair, gently scratching his scalp, earning a low hum from him.
After a while, just laying in the water, you start to sing to him.
“You are my sunshine. My only sunshine,” you sang quietly, not trying to disturb his peace but attempting to make him feel even better. “You make me happy when skies are grey. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
Bucky shifts just a little, resting his head in the soft spot between your shoulder and your chest. “Again, baby. Sing it again,” he murmurs, and you imagine his beautiful eyes are closed. You oblige him, gently kissing the top of his head before repeating the song again.
Okay, I had a BLAST writing this. Thank you for sending me this prompt and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!!!
Warnings: Language, Fluff, It gets a little spicy towards the end but nothing too bad
There were a few things that you hadn’t known about Duke and TIm when you befriended them. One: They lived in a gigantic mansion. Like, you’d known their last name was Wayne, but you didn’t know they were in THE Wayne family. As someone who was living in a tiny dorm shared with another person, their house made your head spin every time you visited. The first time they invited you over it was a total culture shock. That and the fact that there always seemed to be someone new to meet.
Everytime you thought you’d met everybody in their family, somebody else sauntered out of the woodwork. Most of them were nice enough when they met you. Damian was kind of rude at first but he warmed up eventually….or at least his version of warming up. They all had their own way of interacting though, which made it very…interesting to visit their house. Of course, going to Wayne manor never held quite as much excitement as it did when Jason was around.
Jason motherfucking Todd.
Probably the most effortlessly attractive guy you’ve ever seen; and he knows it. You thought you were pretty subtle about your little obsession with him. The only people you told were Duke and Tim and you made them swear not to speak about it. The only reason you really told them was because you needed someone to vent to and they were the only ones available.
To be fair, you got away with it for a good amount of time. Jason only really came around on occasion and when he did you were pretty good about keeping your chill in front of him. When he turned his back you may have sent a look to one of the other two boys or slapped them lightly on their arms but that was about it. You only really ranted about him when you were out of their house- despite the boys’ protests. How he found out about your crush was beyond you, but he damn sure used it against you. Constantly.
FInding out Jason was around the manor always changed the atmosphere. Suddenly you were filled with excitement and also a bit of fear over what he might do. Jason, being the little shit he is, made it a habit to tease you. He found any way to make you flustered in any given situation and in any location. Any time you thought you were safe, he found a way to get to you. As annoying as it was…you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed the attention.
When you told them, the two younger Wayne boys believed that you were making the whole thing up. That was what made it infuriating. Jason was always very sneaky about flirting with you and since you had already been hyper analyzing his behavior it completely discredited you. When you talked about the times he would tease you, it went right over their heads. They were entirely convinced it was just you overthinking his behavior, but it was true damn it!
Like today. You and Tim were helping Duke study for one of his exams at the mansion. You guys had the huge living room to yourselves since everyone was off doing their own things. Alfred had left you with a surplus of snacks and Duke’s notes and books were spread out across the coffee table. A few of their family members had passed through and stolen some of the food but other than that the three of you were left to work in peace. Deep down, you knew Jason would make is appearance soon enough though. It was only a matter of time.
“You guys are no help at all,” Duke laughed when you, once again, mixed the plots of the three books he was meant to be studying.
“Listen, it’s been a while since we’ve read these,” you defended. Tim was looking through all of Duke’s notes with his hand clutching at his hair and a stressed expression on his face.
“I don’t think I ever read them,” he admitted, shaking his head.
“Terrific. You two are a amazing study partners,” Duke replied, shaking his head. Suddenly a hand dipping into the bowl of carrots on the edge of your couch’s arm rest drew your attention upwards. Jason leaned against the back of the seat, glancing your way quickly before looking at his brothers.
“What’s all this?”
“My notes. These two are trying to help me study for my English final. Trying being the operative word,” Duke explained. Jason laughed, leaning over and swiping the book that you had been holding in your hand.
“You need help with this?”
“Yeah, I just need help reviewing the stories and the important bits.”
“Well your first problem was asking TIm to help you. I doubt he did any of his work in high school,” Jason responded. He lifted himself up and swung his legs over to the front of the couch where he sunk into the seat beside you. There were a few papers settled along your lap when he jumped over so you had to rush to catch them before they all scattered across the floor.
“I did some of it,” Tim defended. Jason ignored him, taking the other book that Tim had thrown onto the table in defeat.
“Gotta say; I expected this from Tim, but you? I’m disappointed.” Your eyes narrowed when Jason turned to you. You chose NOT to pay attention to the swoop of his hair across his forehead where he’d likely run his hand through it. Or the way he darted his tongue out to wet his lips when he looked at you. It was all completely beyond your perception. Ignored. Totally disregarded.
“I read the books! It was just years ago, it’s hard to remember,” you rolled your eyes.
“Well, you’re in luck. These are some of my favorites, so I can help you out,” Jason said.
"Thanks Jay, you’re a lifesaver!“ You scoffed at Duke’s sudden betrayal and he gave you an innocent look, raising his hands in defense. You let it go for the time being, but you’d certainly be bringing it up the next time he asked the two of you to help him study.
It didn’t take long for the two of them to dive into conversation on the stories and characters.Tim quickly disconnected from the whole thing, scrolling absently on his phone and cycling through the snacks on his side of the table. Initially, you were going to tune out as well, but their discussion actually ended up being interesting to listen to. When Jason spoke about the novels, they weren’t a school project or a requirement. He genuinely enjoyed reading them and it was easy to tell that he liked talking about them too. Somehow, he made the them seem so much more interesting than they had been before. Maybe it was because of the passion in his voice or the way he interpreted them or even the fact that he was incredibly attractive. Whatever it was, you were completely tuned in and almost wanting to join in as well.
For a while you ended up lost in thought listening to them. Most of what was around you was tuned out except for the sound of their voices while you thought along with their discussion. You were absently chewing on a carrot and listening when you felt a sudden hand on your knee that snatched your attention away from the discussion.
Duke was talking now and Jason was listening and nodding his head, his hand rested lightly on your knee. You saw his eyes glance over at you and when they met yours, he turned his hand over, smiling his mischievous little smile. It took you a minute to realize he was asking you to pass over the bowl of carrots that you’d been hoarding on your arm rest. You blinked a few times before you passed the bowl to him. You might have went back to just listening to them talk peacefully if he hadn’t just left his hand there.
How the Hell he managed to play it off like it was completely normal was beyond you because you were freaking out internally. He was just drumming his fingers on your jeans as he spoke like it was nothing and Duke didn’t even notice. Now they were continuing their conversation and all you could focus on was his hand and the goosebumps it sent throughout your entire leg.
Hoping for a opportunity to escape from his entrancing touch, you waited until he was talking again and moved to take the bowl of carrots back. You moved your legs away from him as you reached across the couch to where he was holding them. The movement was a little awkward but it got the job done as his hand lost its grip on your leg and you moved out of reach.
Of course, Jason wasn’t one to be defeated so easily.
Without a single pause in his sentence, he reached one of his arms over an took hold of the underside of your knees. In one swift movement, me managed to yank your legs so that your neck was rested against the arm rest and your legs were draped over his. The carrot bowl was rested perfectly in the middle of both of you and he stole a small handful almost like he was proving a point. God, you wanted to kick him. If you weren’t flustered before, you definitely were now. Yet somehow, nobody reacted.
You tried to play it cool, you really did, but it was so hard. His hands were just resting on your shins, sometimes dancing around your knees or towards the carrots. The stupid fucking carrots. You could just throw that damn bowl across the room for giving him the opportunity to grab you. Did you absolutely hate sitting with him like that? No, but that’s not the point. The point is that he snatched you up and nobody even batted an eye. Next thing you know he’s going to be throwing you on his lap and making out with you in the middle of movie night.
Now that’s an image you really didn’t need to be thinking about.
You must have been zoned out for longer than you thought because when you tuned back in, Duke was gathering his notes up. Tim was helping him clean the room and Jason was of course, just looking at you with that cocky little smile.
“Alfred’s going to be starting on dinner soon. You could stay if you want,” Tim offered. You grinned, already anticipating whatever masterpiece Alfred would be cooking. If you ever got rich, the first thing you’d be investing in is a butler.
“The alternative is takeout so I think I’ll stay,” you grinned. You pulled your legs away from Jason’s lap and set to helping clean up. There were mostly empty bowls and plates scattered across the area so you decided to clean those up. You gathered them all up into your arms and moved to take them to the kitchen but Jason stopped you.
“I’ll help you with those. Wouldn’t want to drop anything,” Jason said. He took half of the dishes from you. his hands purposely ghosting over yours as they went. “Who knows how expensive these are.”
Alfred usually threw a fit if he found out anyone washed dishes for him, so when you arrived in the kitchen you set them down in the sink for him to get to later. You moved to the opposite counter so that Jason could set the dishes he was holding into the sink as well. When he turned away, you honestly should have known he was going to lift you up onto the counter. You set yourself up perfectly and hadn’t realized it at all.
Jason’s hands grabbed you on your sides, just below your hips and he hoisted you onto the cool surface. Your hand shot up to cover the surprised noise you made and suddenly you were at eye level with him. He stood close enough, not to where he was pressed against you but just between your knees. His eyes glanced down to your lips for a split second before they returned to yours.
“Learn anything new today?” he asked, grinning. You weren’t sure what came over you. Maybe the constant teasing had gotten to your head or maybe you were just out of your mind. Something or the other possessed you to suddenly fire back, shocking both of you.
Your hands found their way to the back if his neck where you pulled him in closer. Jason’s hands slapped down on the counter on either side of you at the sudden movement and you crossed your ankles behind his waist. Then, without missing a beat, your hands slid down to grasp at the fabric of his shirt along his chest. The whole thing happened in under a minute and you had done it without really thinking. Now, you kind of had to commit, so you said the first thing that popped into your head.
“Mhm. I didn’t know you were such an avid reader,” you all but purred. For once, it was Jason who lost his cool. You could feel his breath heating the skin of your neck, sending shivers running through your body. It felt like everywhere you touched him was alive with electricity and your heart pounded in your chest.Still, it was Jason who gulped nervously and whose jaw clenched when you pulled away from whispering in his ear. His gaze felt like it could slice through you when your eyes met again and it this time he didn’t try so hard to mask the way his eyes scanned over you.
“I didn’t know you had the guts to do something like this out in the open where anyone could see us,” he responded lowly.
“You’re the one who threw me up here. I just finished your half assed job,” you replied. Jason’s eyebrows raised at your words.
“Half-assed?” He laughed. His hands, which you’d completely forgotten about, grazed your lower back before leaving a trail of electricity down your thighs. He moved closer to you until your bodies were completely pressed against each other, his hands moving your knees even further apart. He brought one of his hands up to your face and guided you by your chin so that your head was tilted upwards. His nose brushed against your neck and you felt your entire body shudder.
“Do you really want me to finish the job?” You couldn’t even respond before-
“What in the bloody hell is going on in my kitchen?!”
Alfred’s horrified voice shocked Jason into leaping away from you. He jumped back so quickly that he almost yanked you off of the counter and onto the floor. If you hadn’t grabbed the counter at the last second, you would have fallen and been even more embarrassed. Though at this point, it didn’t seem like you could be.
“Hey, Alfred~,” Jason sung, you could see the blood rushing to his cheeks and ears but you refused to look at Alfred to see his reaction.
“Don’t play innocent Master Todd, you know the rules. No fraternizing in my kitchen!”
“We weren’t fraternizing!” Jason protested. You took this opportunity to slide off of the counter, trying your hardest not to curl up into a ball and wish you were at home.
“A very likely story,” Alfred sassed. He retrieved a hankerchief from his suit and set to wiping down the counter from any germs he thought might have been left there.
“Yeah, um. I think I’m going to head home after all,” you sputtered. You quickly rushed out if the kitchen and back into the living room to gather your things. Tim and Duke exchanged a look and paused their movements.
“You’re leaving?” Duke asked. You nodded erratically, shoving your phone into your bag.
“I’ll see you guys tomorrow or whenever,” you squeaked.
“What happened? Did he ask you out already?” Tim said.
“What? No he- what do you mean already?” You said, halting completely. “Was Jason going to ask me out?”
“No!” Duke said quickly, slapping Tim on the arm. You dropped your bag onto the couch where you had found it and turned to face them.
“Of course, he’s been planning to ask you out for weeks.” You whipped your head around to see Dick hop onto the back of the couch. Your jaw dropped before you turned to glare at the boys in front of you.
“Dick! We’re not supposed to say anything!”
“You knew?! Did you tell him I like him?!” Tim ducked away when you threw a pillow at him that had been resting on the couch behind you. “I told you two gremlins not to say anything!”
“We didn’t! Technically!” Tim protested.
“Jason asked us and we just confirmed it. We didn’t really tell him anything,” Duke explained haphazardly.
“That’s the same thing!” You lunged at them and Tim caught you right before you got to him, trying his best to hold you at an arm’s length. His eyes suddenly looked away from the hand you were using to grab at him and you followed his gaze. Jason was standing in the entryway to the room looking lost with traces of redness dusting his face. “Dick told her your plan!”
“You said it first!” Dick protested when Tim ratted him out. Jason’s jaw dropped and he glared at both of his brothers. He was already rushing into the room before anyone could say anything else.
“Yup, I’m out of here!” You managed to swipe up your bag from the all out fight club going on around you and slung it over your shoulder.
“You’re not staying for dinner?” Dick asked somehow despite being caught in a headlock by Jason.
“At this point, takeout is looking really good,” you responded. Jason looked up when he heard that you were leaving, his expression looking distraught. You paused at the entrance to the room, biting your lip nervously before speaking again. "I’ll call you later.“
Jason’s face instantly broke into an all out grin that was entirely too contagious. Of course, knowing his brothers they immediately began howling like a pack of wolves so you chose then to make your escape. When you got into your car and started your drive home, you couldn’t stop the smile warming your face.
Also, sorry I didn’t tag anyone in my last post. I completely forgot I have a tag list.
Characters: Reader x Baby / Miles Warnings: Illegal activity?? Lyric: “We got that love; the crazy kind / I am his, and he is mine / In the end, it’s him and I” Word Count: 494 A/N: man watching the music video for this song makes me miss new york and halsey looked so beautiful (and she lowkey reminded me of octavia blake/marie avgeropoulos)
Baby was good at what he did, and there was no point in denying it. There was no situation he couldn’t escape from, no other driver in the world that could compare to him.
There was just one problem: Baby hated his job.
He loved driving. There was a difference. He loved the hum of an engine, the wind whipping through open windows as he sped down highways. What he hated was working for Doc. He hated the lack of freedom that came with driving that he loved so much, instead, he was tethered to the seemingly endless stream of jobs. Baby couldn’t remember the last time he had hit the road without police cars chasing after him, without Doc’s team yelling at him from the backseat.
Baby knew this wasn’t the life for him, no matter how good he was at it. Once he had paid off his debt, he was leaving this part of his life behind, forever.
The only thing that could make everything slightly more bearable was you. Having you in the front seat with him during every robbery almost made crime seem fun, despite how much he wanted to ignore those thoughts. There was something about your loud laughter, your cheers that drove Baby crazy.
That was your relationship in a nutshell. The robber and the getaway driver. Baby knew you loved what you did, he knew all about the thrill you got from running from the police, hands full of cash. You loved the adrenaline rush almost as much as you loved Baby, who got his thrill simply from being with you.
So as Baby’s debt had almost been paid off, Baby became understandably worried about what that meant for your relationship. Did you love him enough to leave behind your life of crime with him? Baby had avoided the topic for the longest time, afraid to hear your answer, but as he finished his last job, he knew he had to talk with you.
You stayed quiet for the longest time after Baby had asked you to leave everything behind and start a new life with him. Baby sucked in a sharp breath, afraid to hear the worst, but instead, a small smile appeared on your face as you replied, “Okay.”
“Okay?” Baby repeated, and you nodded.
“You look surprised.” you remarked.
“I just… didn’t think you’d leave it all behind for me. I didn’t know what to think, actually.” Baby admitted, shrugging. Quietly, he added, “We don’t exactly have a normal relationship.”
“But that’s what makes it so fun.” you grinned, leaning forward as you raised an eyebrow. “Crime or no crime, I still wanna be with you. Remember what we always say?”
A smile appeared on Baby’s face. The words the two of you always repeated, in case anything went wrong, a reassurance that the two of you would always be together through anything.
“In the end,” Baby replied. “It’ll always be you and I.”
WE LOVE DICK IN THIS HOUSE. Also this reminded me to start reading Dick’s solo series from the 90s, so thank you!!!
_
“I want to show you something,” Dick whispered.
Your eyes flickered from his to the crowd around you. Knowing that this was the wedding of a bat meant knowing you were also in the presence of a dozen lip-readers, so you pressed your cheek into his and smiled against your husband’s shoulder.
“We can’t exactly escape discreetly here. You see we’re, uh, sorta the life of the party…” You loosely gestured to the ring of observers, some sitting at the tables, others watching the life of the party—the newly wedded Graysons—twirl in aimless circles in the center of the reception.
“You’re the life of the party. I’m just the life of the party’s devilishly handsome escort,” Dick giggled.
His fingers entwined with yours, pulling you in another spin so fast that your feet skipped against the floor. (He’d mentioned that his shoes were killing him, so you decided you’d take off your shoes too. Y’know. So you could match. Also, so he wasn’t the only one getting that-is-improper glares from Alfred). The music couldn’t cover your laughter, hands jolting to his shoulders so you wouldn’t tip over.
“Slap on a tragic backstory and boom! You got a cover for your next case.” Your feet connected with the cool floor, half-tumbling over his in something that could hardly be called dancing; it was more like when bees got drunk off of sugar and would start flying around all dizzy-like.
“Boom,” Dick agreed, nodding against your hair in a flash of dazzling teeth. “But here, we don’t need to go anywhere. Put your hand in my jacket,” he whispered like it was some big secret that he wanted only you to know. “Follow the seam under my arm.”
Your palm fell against his chest, slipping under the suit jacket and across his rapidly-firing heart. It took you a moment to register what you were touching. But it was worth the random burst of laughter that made the wedding attendee’s heads turn.
When you looked up at him, you almost double-taked and definitely stuttered when you met eyes. The light around him was golden. The air seemed to purr at him affectionately, pulling back his cheeks in the biggest smile you’d possibly ever seen him wear.
“Is that what I think it is?” You questioned in disbelief, running a finger over the thread of the suit’s inner-lining.
Dick winced in a cute sort of way. “What? Nooo. I definitely wasn’t doing flips in this 5,000 dollar suit earlier, and I definitely didn’t tear the sleeve on a landing. Also—before you accuse me of anything, thank you very much—I did not fix it with duck-tape and prayed Alfred wouldn’t notice.”
“Oh, never,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Dick stopped and stared at you. You stopped and stared at him. Then you both burst into giggles, arms tightening around the other to pull them close.
“He’s gonna kill me,” Dick muttered, breath stolen when the noise finally died down.
“Hm. Don’t worry about Alf,” you said. Dick nuzzled back into your cheek when you bumped his, dizzy and touchy and quietly lighting up when a kiss fell on his collar, “I’ll protect you.”
Dick felt like he was falling. Not like a roller-coaster fall, where your stomach comes back up to meet you on your way down. It was a hyper-aware, the-grounds-coming-up-too-fast kinda fall, where Dick’s breath hitched in his throat and his heart startled against his ribs. But then you were there. And your arms were around him, and you had caught him, just like you’d always done.
He closed his eyes against your cheek, a smile quirking his lip. “I feel safer already.”
You do! Kurt is the kindest and most considerate boyfriend. And
due to his time at the circus, being forced to sleep in cramped places–he did
not move much when he slept. Unlike you, who continuously night after night,
cocooned yourself in those blankets.
Who
texts/rings to check how their day is going?
Kurt does! He loves to hear about your day and constantly loves to
know what you’re doing at work. If you’re particularly busy that day, he’ll
make sure to leave you a message telling you how much he loves you and misses
you.
Who’s the
most creative when it comes to gifts?
He is! If you didn’t know his mutation you would swear that he was
a telepath. Somehow he manages to know exactly what you want for your birthday,
Christmas, or any other holiday the two of you celebrate. You had your
suspicions through, every time he suggested the two of you hang out with Jean
and Scott.
Who gets up
first in the morning?
He does, it’s uncanny how early he could be out of bed. Most of
the time at 6:30 am he’s already downstairs preparing breakfast for the two of
you.
Who suggests
new things in bed?
You do! Anything to do with sex immediately causes him to freeze
up and his whole body with become flushed. Most of the time he will take your
suggestions, trying them out later that night.
Who cries at
movies?
You both do! It’s common knowledge that Kurt is a big softie, so
whenever it comes to romantic movies or generally movies with sad endings the
two of you have to come prepared. Usually it depends what movie the two of you
watch, but most of the time you are the strong one, as you try not to laugh
while wiping away his tears.
Who gives
unprompted massages?
He does, you could swear after a long day or week, at the end of
the night somehow his hands somehow find their way to your shoulders giving you
the best shoulder and back massage that you ever hand. You could swear, his
hands were magical and most of the time you tried to repay back the
favor–unfortunately, your massages are not as good in comparison to his.
Who fusses
over the other when they’re sick?
You do and honestly Kurt thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. It
happens more times than you would have liked, since he insists on helping every
poor animal he sees stuck in the rain. You make sure he’s always warm and that
he stays in bed. He tries to get you to stay away from him, for you to avoid
becoming sick, however you end up catching whatever he had the week later.
Who gets jealous easiest?
He does! Every time someone is staring in your general direction
or chatting casually with you, he immediately thinks the worst. While he is
never really the confronting type, he immediately avoids the situation–becoming
sullen and depressed. It takes a considerable number of soft kisses and cuddles
to make it up to him.
Who has the
most embarrassing taste in music?
He does! It took you a while to figure out but he has a soft spot
for pop music, softly humming along to it while he’s working. While you find
nothing wrong with his music selection, it embarrasses him greatly, causing his
cheeks to turn the softest shade of purple. You find it the cutest thing ever.
Who collects
something unusual?
Neither of you really, but you and Kurt are definitely the couple
who enjoys picking up the prettiest shells you can find when you go to the
beach. Keeping them inside of your shared closet.
Who takes the
longest to get ready?
He does, which at first came as quite a shocker to both of you.
Kurt wants to make sure that he looks perfect for you, whether it be going out
the movies or picking up groceries, he wanted to make sure that everyone in the
world knew that he was worthy enough to be with you.
Who is the
most tidy and organized?
He is! Most of the cleaning that is done around the house is done
by him, meaning that he’s in charge to making sure that everything is put
neatly back in its correct spot. Sometimes for fun while he’s cleaning, you’ll
rearranged some of the items which he just put away, causing him to be quite
confused and puzzled.
Who gets most
excited about the holidays?
You both do! Upon realizing that Kurt has not celebrated a proper
Christmas or any other holiday, you vowed to celebrate them all with him. From
birthdays to Valentine’s Day, both of you go all out with decorations and
festivities and despite how exhausted you are at the end of the day; it’s all
worth it to see that amazing smile on his lips.
Who is the
big spoon/little spoon?
It depends. At times, Kurt enjoys being the little spoon,
especially when he has nightmares. However, at times he wouldn’t mind cuddling
with you in his arms.
Who gets most
competitive when playing games and/or sports?
You are! Kurt really isn’t that competitive when it comes to games
and such. Honestly, this boy would do anything to see your face light up, so at
times he might lose the small game
that the two of you were playing. However, your melodic taunting and blinding
smile, easily erased his guilt.
Who starts
the most arguments?
You do! The two of you almost never argue, but occasionally you
will notice something bothering Kurt and it’s only your instinct to pry. You
don’t mean any harm in asking, but if it’s something that is deeply bothering
him, he feels a bit silly bothering you with it. A few back and forth answers
then things become heated, causing the two of you to bicker. In the end, he
knows you have no ill intentions and just wanted to help. A long cuddle session
later, and the argument never happened.
Who suggests that they buy a pet?
He does! It’s not a secret that Kurt is obsessed with animals. But
quite honestly, the number of strays that he brings home, the two of you don’t
even need to discuss buying a pet; you both already have a shelter. But
somehow, he seems to convince you that one more animal inside the house would
not be such a bad thing. And damn, you wished you were not such a sucker for
those puppy dog eyes.
What couple
traditions they have?
Both you and Kurt enjoy spoiling each other every chance the two of you get. While, this isn’t really considered a tradition, every year for your birthday Kurt insists on getting you a single red rose and a box of chocolates. And for his birthday, you always insist doing anything that he wants to do, whether it be traveling around the world the entire day or staying in a cuddling.
What tv shows they watch together?
The Big Bang Theory and Seinfeld.
What other
couple they hang out with?
None, most of your friends are single and the two of you would
quite honestly want to spend time together than with your friends.
How they spend time together as a couple?
The two of you have quite busy schedules, so it makes time
management difficult when trying to balance your jobs as well as the other.
Most of the time, you guys spend time together doing completely mundane things,
such as brushing your teeth together in the morning, bringing the other lunch,
or cuddling and having late night talks. It might not be the most ideal way to
be a couple, but somehow the two of you seem to make it work.
Who made the first move?
You did! Kurt was an overall shy person and it would typically
take quite a while for him to fall in love with someone and having the
confidence to admit it, let alone confess his feelings. With all the awkward
glances the two of you were giving each other and the unresolved tension, you
forfeited yourself esteem and not so causally asked him out. After some
stuttering and flushed faces, he said yes.
Who brings flowers home?
He does!This boy loves
bringing you flowers, whether it’s the bouquets or just some he’s been growing
outside, this boy lives to see your face whenever he presents you with the
gift. And sometimes as a gift, you enjoy weaving those flowers into a small
crown and giving them back to him. He wears your creation for the rest of the
day, a smile never leaving his lips
Who is the best cook?
He is! If it weren’t for your busy schedules, you would have him
cook for you every day and for three meals a day. Since he can’t, he reserves
his cooking skills for weekends and special occasions. And more often than not,
if you happened to sleep in on the weekend, he’ll present you sheepishly with
breakfast in bed.
You were attempting to work on a huge project Charles assigned you and well, that was kind of hard to do when you had a needy boyfriend who wanted attention all the damn time. Not that you were complaining, you loved how much Kurt craved your attention it’s just that this project was worth at least half your grade and Kurt would not stop pestering you.
“(Y/N),” He whines as he buries his face in your pillows. “Pay attention to meeeeee,” You can only chuckle and ruffle his hair slightly as you continue to write the outline for your project. He groans in frustration before wiggling around so he could face you. “(Y/N), you’ve been vorking on this project all day, vhy can’t you take a little break.”
“Because Kurt, if i take a little break we both know that we’ll spend hours just laying here talking about nonsense.” You gently pat his cheek before turning back to your project. Kurt groans exaggeratedly as he throws his head back in annoyance.
“Vell, vhen do you think you’ll be done?” He asks hopefully.
“Probably not for another few hours Kurt.” Kurt growls in annoyance before flopping back onto your bed, grumbling about how ridiculous this was.
Not even half an hour passed before Kurt was bothering you once again. He’d constantly be asking you when you’d be done, he’d start nibbling on your neck trying to get your attention, he’d attempt to nuzzle up next to you purring in a way that had your heart melting. But you would not be distracted. You powered through and you were nearly done when suddenly there was a BAMF and kurt landed right on your lap.
“I’m not moving until you pay attention to me,” He puffs as he stares you right in the eye. You stare back, recognizing the determination in those amber eyes you adored so much. You finally accept your defeat as you wrap your arms around him, grumbling about how unfair this was because he was so damn cute. Kurt purred loudly as he happily nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
“You are probably the neediest person on this planet,” You joke as you run a hand up and down his back.
“It’s not my fault Meine Liebe,” He murmurs as he presses a small kiss to your shoulder. “You’re just so warm and soft.” You can’t help but smile and laugh a bit.
this could be a poly-relationship (if you want)…NO MORE REQUESTS RIGHT NOW PLEASE ❤
Reading your book, you flip another page; fully immersed in the plot line. There’s a loud bamf, along with a whoosh, that causes the pages of your book to flip. Gripping the cover tightly, you glare up at the two boys in front of you.
Peter removes his ivory goggles from his brown eyes, placing them on top of his head. “Who was here first, Y/N? It was me, right?” he winks, placing his hands on his slender hips and smirking. ‘Oh Peter,’ you thought, ‘so cocky.’ Your eyes practically roll on their own.
“Nien. It vas me, right Y/N?” Kurt sputters, placing a hand on the speedsters chest. He steps in front of the older boy. “I vas here virst, deal vith it. I am the vastest!” he gloats, swatting Peter in the back of the head with his tail. You cover your mouth with your book so they won’t see the smile painted on your lips.
The silver haired boy scowls at the blue boy, hitting the back of his head in return. “Pfft, no way! I’m the ‘vastest’!” he mocks with a smile. You sigh, shaking your head at their stupidity. Then Peter snaps his fingers before zooming off and returning with a flower. “Here, for you, babe.” he says, putting the daisy behind your ear; you turn red.
Growling, Kurt bamfs off, but comes back with your favorite candy. “Zhese are vor you.” he hands it to you. Your whole body turns purple because of how happy you are. “Zee Pete, I make her happy!” Kurt grins.
Sighing, you stand; your skin going back to its normal color. “Boys, you’re so freaking lame. But I love you. Both of you.” you grin, holding both of their hands and kissing their cheeks.
They look at each other for a second. “I’m still faster!” Peter yells, pecking your lips and running away.
“NIEN!” Kurt kisses you before bamfing after the brown eyed boy. ‘Dorks…’ you think to yourself.
Scott doesn’t go all out, but his gesture would be sentimental. He’d take them to the X-Mansion’s garden at night, or the place where they first met to pop the pretty question.
He’d wait until nighttime and have Jean float little lights around them to set the mood.
If they said yes, he’d be such a wreck and would most likely tear up a bit.
Kurt Wagner:
Kurt would try to do a flashy gesture, one that would blow his s/o out of the water. He would put a lot of time and effort into it because he thinks they deserve nothing short of the best.
If anything went wrong, he has another back-up plan just in case. In fact, he has about six back-up plans.
Kurt has a whole speech prepared for them, that he wrote himself. Before they can answer his question, he has to say it all before they decide.
Piotr Rasputin:
He’d go for the standard but loving approach. Piotr would take them to a really fancy restaurant and would propose at the end of dinner.
Like Kurt, he’d probably have a heartfelt speech prepared, but when he sees their smile, he’d forget all of it and start talking unscripted about how wonderful they make him feel.
When/If they say yes, the whole restaurant would start clapping, but Piotr doesn’t notice, he only sees them, his future spouse.
I’m literally screaming? Like, imagine a world where both Evan Peters and Peter Maximoff co-existed. The only downside is that the X-men movies wouldn’t exist, but X-men would in real life? it’s so weird?
This is a Modern Day!AU.
Title: Identical. Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader. (Implied Evan Peters x Reader.). Words: 1094. Rating: T. (Mentions of Sex).
“Hey, babe.” Was usually the first thing you heard in the morning while walking to your first seminar, and the mere sound of the voice saying it was enough to make your heart flutter. A small peck to your cheek was placed, and his dark, on the verge of black, brown eyes locked with yours as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He wasn’t wearing a sweater this morning, which surprised you a small bit. It was starting to get bitter cold in the morning time, and walking from your dorm to the tech building across campus was your least favorite thing. But, Peter made it worth while as he held onto you tightly, his body heat slamming against your skin. It amazed you how hot he was, his fingers brushing up and down your arm. You could feel the warmth of his touch, even through your sweater.
“Hey.” You finally replied, awake enough now to acknowledge that your boyfriend had come to your rescue before you passed out walking. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you gazed up adoringly at the speedster you had the pleasure of calling your boyfriend. You could see the dark circles under his eyes, as the morning sun was finally rising. It illuminated his pale skin, making Peter look even more godly than he already did. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants, and his old school Metallica t-shirt. Chuckling, you bumped a bit carelessly into his side, knowing he’d catch you before stating in a lethargic tone, “You look tiiiiiired.”
“I’m always tired,” Peter explained and held you closer when he felt you shudder, “I stayed up last night to finish watching Stranger Things. I can officially say I’m obsessed. I may love it more than I love you.”
You could hear the playfulness in your voice, so you didn’t take his words seriously. The sun was above the horizon now, and lit up his beautiful, metallic hair. It looked like he only comb it with his fingers, which you didn’t doubt. Peter was the type of person to roll out of bed, and go on with life. He made messy bedhead look amazing. A few strands of soft hair slicked down his face, occasionally latching onto his eyelashes to which he’d blink or flick his head to the side to get the hairs away.
“I love Evan Peters more than I love you.” You retaliated in an equally cheeky and teasing voice.
“That guy from American Horror Story?” Peter inquired and glanced down at you as you nodded rather happily. “You think he’s cute?”
“He’s hot,” You told your love, tilting your head back and laughing at his expression to your words, “C’mon, you don’t think so?”
“Personally, no.” Peter swallowed and bit his bottom lip slowly. The action was intended to give him the appearance of being innocent, but did far from that. His answer though made you slightly confused. You weren’t the only one who have correlated his appearance to that of Evan Peters. Hell, half of the college campus thought they were somehow related, including a few professors. Girls typically flocked after him for this, but Peter was convinced it was because he was a catch. Which, he was truly.
“How come?”
Peter merely shrugged and pouted his lips. “I just don’t think Evan Peters is attractive.”
Hearing that, you slipped out of his touch and stepped in front of him. Peter stopped walking, but not without bumping into you slightly. He gazed down at you with wide, doe like eyes, “What?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I made you mad-”
“No, I’m not mad. I’m just reall…” You paused and sighed, rubbing your face, “You don’t know anyone who looks like Evan Peters? Anyone you’re really close with?” You urged and pressed a hand against his chest. Involuntarily, Peter shuddered at the affection and locked eyes with you.
Peter thought, before shaking his head no, his gaze never leaving yours.
“Oh my god, Peter!” You shrieked and threw your head back dramatically, your book bag almost shrugging off your shoulder with that action. “You look just like him!”
“Me?”
“Yes, you!” You laughed and patted your hand against his chest, “Seriously! You don’t see it?” He shook his head once again, “Seriously?” Again, he shook his head, “You guys could be twins, it’s really creepy.”
Peter laughed with you and cupped your cheeks, “is it really that creepy?” Craning his head towards you, he pressed his forehead against yours and bit his bottom lip once again.
“Actually, yeah. It is. It’s been so distracting ever since Claire in my Biology class pointed it out to me a few months ago.” Smiling, a small chuckle bubbled in your throat, “Even Kurt and Scott think you look like him. And Evan is Scott’s man crush, so he knows.”
“It’s nice to know Scott looks at me that much.” Peter said cockily. “So, you loved me before you figured out I looked like your celebrity crush?”
Giggling, you shook your head, “I fell in love after I figured it out.” You whispered teasingly. From the closeness of your faces, Peter could smell the coffee on your breath and felt his lips tilt into a small smile. He could kiss you right now and taste what sort of coffee you had, he thought to himself. “I mean, the only real difference is your hair, and your sense of style?” Peter swallowed and began thinking, visualizing Evan’s face so he could draw a comparison. “Your lips…” You placed a small peck to the right side of Peter’s mouth, “your eyes, your facial structure, just… The two of you look a lot alike, I’m surprised you don’t see it.”
“That explains why you said Evan last week when we-”
“You wish.” You interrupted him.
“I really don’t.” Peter gave you a sly smile and grasped around your waist, “I don’t want you to be in love with anyone other than me.”
“Well, today is your lucky day, Maximoff.” It was your turn to bite at your bottom lip, but it was due to the sudden closeness of your boyfriend, his nose lightly poking yours, “‘Cause I love you.”
He kissed you, slowly and gently at first before quickening the pace to light and feathery pecks. “Do you? Or, do you love that I look like Evan Peters?”
You hummed under your breath, “Why not both?”
“Fair enough answer,” Peter pressed his lips against yours once again, “but I am prettier than him, right?”
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